Naughty schoolgirl Christy is all to familiar with visits to the Headmaster's Study for repeated discipline. She can't seem to keep her pert little bottom out of trouble, and this time he is determined to set her straight. Christy is immediately ordered to bend over and present her bottom for her punishment. She whimpers and pouts, all too familiar with this humiliating position on the punishment bench. The Headmaster lifts the hem of Christy's dress to reveal her lacy, white bloomers. The thin cotton is plastered to her skin with damp anticipation, offering very little protection for her wayw...

Naughty schoolgirl Christy is all to familiar with visits to the Headmaster's Study for repeated discipline. She can't seem to keep her pert little bottom out of trouble, and this time he is determined to set her straight. Christy is immediately ordered to bend over and present her bottom for her punishment. She whimpers and pouts, all too familiar with this humiliating position on the punishment bench. The Headmaster lifts the hem of Christy's dress to reveal her lacy, white bloomers. The thin cotton is plastered to her skin with damp anticipation, offering very little protection for her wayward backside. Christy blushes with renewed embarrassment...bracing herself for the imminent beating. After a stern scolding, he decides that a dose of the razor strop is exactly what she needs! Christy cries out in pain as thick, leather, strop licks her bloomer-clad posterior! Each stroke lands hard and heavy making poor Christy gasp and sob in torment! After several dozen licks with the razor strop, she is wriggling and howling in pain, but her punishment is far from over. Laying down the strop to examine his work, he peals open the back of Christy's bloomers to reveal her blushing pink cheeks. Christy sobs... overwhelmed by the soreness of her bottom and the embarrassment of being exposed for inspected by the intimidating and stern Headmaster. The Headmaster's hand gently rubs her rosy flesh, making Christy squeal in discomfort. "Not bad, but there is clearly much work to be done." The Headmaster selects a long, leather, prison strap and sets to work, vigorously tanning sweet Christy's behind! Christy gasps and moans as each lick of the rough leather thuds heavily across her splayed cheeks! "Am I Getting my point across?" The Headmaster asked, as he flexed the thick leather prison strap in his powerful hands. Christy whimpers, knowing he would not be finished until her bare bottom was good and blistered and she was sobbing repentantly "Stay there." He instructed, as he put the prison strap away and reached for a 3 foot long long, whip-like tawse. The horrible Tawse whipped viciously across Christy's swollen red bottom. She shrieked and wailed with each successive lash. After the first handful of lashes she burst out in tears, sobbing uncontrollably. Poor Christy's bare bottom was now swollen and crimson red, with angry welts raised on every inch of her tender flesh. "I don't think you're going to have the control to hold yourself for what you have coming next. Off the bench, Strip out of your dress."