Emily's Punishment

Today I am wearing a white long-sleeved satin blouse, a dark blue knee-length skirt, sheer black stockings and dark blue court shoes with 3" heels. My long, dark hair cascades over my shoulders and down my back. My make-up is perfect and I must admit that I feel fantastic.

There is a knock at the door. I pretend to be studying the report in the folder. Here goes!

"Come!" I say loudly.

The heavy wooden door opens and Emily enters. 19 years old, tall, blonde and fantastically good-looking, she closes the door quietly and walks over to my desk. Silently she stands with her hands clasped behind her back, waiting. I quickly sneak a glance up at her.

She's nervously looking at the floor. Emily always looks deliciously sexy in her school uniform; tight blue tank-top over a white cotton shirt that accentuates her full breasts, a scruffy striped tie, pleated navy blue miniskirt, black nylons and black ballet pumps. Her long brown hair is pulled back into a ponytail.

After making her wait for an age, I finally place my pen on the desk and close the report folder. I look at her. I see her vulnerability and I want her so much. I lean back in the chair, my face stern.

"So, why are you here, Miss Watson?"

Emily continues to look at the floor in silence. I know that this young woman is no stranger to pleasures of the flesh and, like her, I keep up the act.

"Well, out with it girl!" I say in mock anger.

"Miss Faversham sent me for punishment, Headmistress," she says nervously. Hearing her voice is a delicious experience and I remind myself to continue the charade. I lean forward.

"Punishment, Miss Watson? What have you done now? Nothing... sordid I hope!"

"I... I..." she stammers.

"Look at me, girl!

She obeys, sheepishly looking me in the eye. God, but she's beautiful!

"Well? Out with it!"

"I told one of the other girls to put her hand inside my knickers, Headmistress."