Scarlet’s First Detention | Free Spanking Story
Mr Palmer was sick of this girl misbehaving in class. She clearly couldn’t focus on what she was being taught and this could not go on. Catching her daydreaming again, he gave her after school detention in an attempt to cure her of this lack of focus. It was five to four and Mr Palmer was in his office, marking some papers. The standard of English was appalling. He could hear Scarlet outside, shuffling around while she waited for 4pm. She knew she was in trouble but had no idea what to expect – some of the girls had told her that Mr Palmer was very strict and gave out spankings for the most minor of offences.
Scarlet was dressed in the regulation uniform, albeit in her own wayward style. Her white knee high socks were pulled up to different lengths and her grey pleated skirt crumpled. Her blue school blouse had the top button undone, and her stripy tie was badly knotted and uneven. Scarlet’s curly red hair was as wild as usual, barely formed into two chaotic bunches. She watched the clock outside Mr Palmer’s office with butterflies in her stomach – this was her first detention and she was nervous of what might happen. As the clock swung round to 4pm, Scarlet hesitantly knocked on the sturdy wooden door of Mr Palmer’s office.
Mr Palmer heard the timid knock on the door, and sliding the barely literate papers across his desk, shouted for Scarlet to enter. She sidled through the door, nervously looking around as she entered the forbidden territory of the teacher’s office. He sat behind a huge desk, shaking his head as she entered. Her uniform was a disgrace to the school – that was going to need addressing too.
He told her to close the door and stand in front of his desk and the red haired schoolgirl shuffled across the office, not looking happy with this situation at all.
“I assume you remember why you are here for detention Miss?”
“Yes sir..” Scarlet muttered, sneaking a glance at the contents of Mr Palmer’s desk.
“Why are you here girl?”
“For not paying attention in class sir.” She said, looking down at her feet, her hands behind her back.
“Correct. Why do you find it so difficult to focus on your lessons young lady?”
“I, er, I don’t know sir. It’s just boring…” Scarlet stammered, shuffling nervously.
“I see. In that case, perhaps we will have to motivate you to pay more attention then…” Snapped Mr Palmer, rising from his chair and crossing the office to sit on a two seater sofa.
“Come here girl” He commanded, smoothing his trousers. Scarlet moved uncertainly towards the sofa, unsure of what this was all about.
“I think the only way to get your attention will be a thorough spanking young lady” Mr Palmer informed her as her eyes widened.
“But Sir! You can’t do that! I, you, you…”
“Silence!” he shouted, ” Come here and get over my knee.”
Scarlet looked panicked, casting glance at the door and wondering whether she could make a run for it. Mr Palmer grabbed her wrist and yanked the poor girl across his knee before she could resist. Her short pleated skirt rode up, revealing her smooth thighs and a flash of her navy school knickers. Scarlet struggled in vain as her arm was put up her back and Mr Palmer hooked his leg over hers. She squirmed and moaned as her arm was twisted and she was subdued by the angry teacher.
“This is for your own benefit Scarlet” Mr Palmer told the struggling schoolgirl, “we are going to teach you to focus on your lessons and also to take more care over your uniform.”
“Please sir, I will pay more attention in class! I’m sorry, please…” Scarlet begged, as she tried to wriggle away.
“It’s no good struggling young lady, you are not going anywhere.”
“But sir, i’m too old to be spanked! You can’t do this!”
“You most certainly are not, and I think you’ll find that I can.” Mr Palmer corrected her. The sight of the squirming redhead over his knee was proving to be quite arousing, and Scarlet felt something stir against her stomach. Mr Palmer ran his hand up the back of her bare thigh and under her pleated skirt, stroking her tightly knickered bottom. She squirmed helplessly over his knee as he stroked her curvy bottom, and gasped as he flipped the grey skirt up over her back to reveal her wriggling behind.
“Now while you take your punishment I want you to think about why this has become necessary…” Mr Palmer began, as he sharply slapped her across the seat of her bottom.
“Sir!” Scarlet protested, struggling harder as she felt the sting of the teacher’s hand followed by a warm glow spread through her helpless behind. Further stinging slaps followed, alternating between her soft cheeks. She flushed, ashamed at being spanked across sir’s lap like a little girl, yet strangely aroused by the regular smacks. She could feel Sir getting harder and harder inside his trousers as he smacked her bottom and wondered what it looked like.
Mr Palmer suddenly paused the spanking and Scarlet felt a surge of relief. This was short lived however, as she soon felt sir’s fingers inside the waistband of her navy knickers and then the cool air on her bare bottom as the tight knickers were slipped half way down her thighs. Mr Palmer was getting carried away now, with her knickers pulled down he could see her neatly trimmed pussy inbetween her thighs. Resuming the spanking on her now bare bottom, Scarlet began to moan with each smack, grinding her hips into his hard cock, lost for words. Mr Palmer increased the speed of the spanking, Scarlet’s bare bottom turning rosy as he applied his hand all over her behind and the tops of her thighs.
“So are you going to pay more attention in future Miss?” he questioned, continuing the regular spanks to the naughty girl’s rear.
“Oh yes sir, I promise to pay attention…” Scarlet mumbled, wrapped up in shame at being punished like this but nonetheless feeling an odd pleasure in being helpless and spanked. She was aware that she was inappropriately wet between her legs, but unable to do anything about it with one hand on the floor and her other pinned behind her back. With a final stinging slap, Mr Palmer released the bare bottomed redhead from across his knee and told her to get up. Scarlet did so, shamefully pulling her navy knickers back up and dropping her skirt down over her pink and tender bottom.
“Now get out, and don’t let me see you daydreaming in class again!” Mr Palmer snapped, and Scarlet ran to the door, fumbling the handle, her head spinning with a mixture of shame and arousal at her first detention.
