Robin woke up before sunrise the next morning and snuck into the bathroom to change his diaper, put on his uniform and make-up, and straighten his hair. Once he was ready for school, he stuffed a few more pull-ups into his bag and slipped out of the room, sneaking down the hallway. The lights, which were set on a timer as Robin had learned, were still off. Being a creature of the night, that was no problem for him and he slid through each hallway until he had arrived at the door of the main office. He fished through his bag for a flashlight and the key to the office, which he had pickpocketed from Denice, a mousy looking girl who worked as a secretary's assistant after school. She had been much too snarky and bossy to approach so instead, Robin had to fake tripping into her and plucked the key out of the right pocket of her jacket.

Robin stuck the key in the lock and fiddled it for a few seconds before hearing a satisfactory click as he turned the key. Being as quiet as possible, he opened the door, removed the key and slung his bag over his shoulder as he entered, shutting and locking the door behind him. He decided not to turn on the light, knowing that doing so would light up the whole hallway and it would be completely obvious to any passersby that he was in there.

He walked in and hesitated, trying to imagine where these documents might be. The first choice was blatantly the headmistress's office so he walked over and jiggled the knob. As expected, it was locked and this door required a separate key. Robin had expected this so he pulled a lock pick out of the pocket of his jacket and fiddled with the lock until that too clicked. He entered, feeling like he was stepping into a lion's den and looked around.

Keeping the flash light at eye level, Robin shuffled across the carpeted floor. He took a seat in Miss Claudine's chair and eyed the drawers. He tested each one and when they all opened easily, he decided to look elsewhere. Documents this important would need to be kept safely locked away. Of course, there could be a secret compartment in her desk… Robin knocked on the wood of the desk, rapping on the top, the sides, in between drawers and underneath but the wood sounded solid all around.

He turned around and began to rummage through the bookshelves next. Most of the books were codes of conduct, dictionaries, old yearbooks, and a collection of encyclopedias. He paused at these and peered at them with interest. In many cases with Batman, important computer chips and documents had been stashed away in hollowed out books. The only question was, which book was it in?

He decided to start with S, seeing that she had made the deal originally with Slade. He selected the book and flipped through it, but everything checked out. He tried W next for weaponry, but again, nothing. After L for laser and G for girls, Robin was ready to give up. Finally he decided to just pull out each book a squeeze the front and back together to check for hollowness.

He was on N. Pressing hard on it, the cover caved noticeably and Robin's heart soared. He tugged it out but just as he was about to open it, he heard the lock on the office door jiggle. Panicking, he shoved the book in his bag and rushed around, trying to think of an alibi. His eyes drifted over to the file cabinet containing personal files on all the girls in the school (including him) and nearly ripped the drawer open. The door opened and the light flicked on, making him flinch at the spark in his chest.

"Young lady!"

Robin bit his lip and turned around, nervously looking up at Miss Claudine who towered over him like a large, frightening Grim Reaper. He squirmed under her livid gaze and his eyes flickered around, unable to make eye contact.

"Would you care to explain what you are doing in my office without permission or invitation?" She spat.

"I…" Robin mumbled, bringing his hands behind his back in an apologetic stance.

"Well? Come on, spit it out!"

"I was looking for something." The boy peeped, staring meekly at the floor.

"Oh? And what exactly would that be?" She asked impatiently.

"A file on my roommate." Robin whimpered. He knew it was supposed to be acting, but he couldn't help feeling rather afraid of what she might do to him.

"And why would you need something like that?" Miss Claudine questioned, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I don't know."

"Are you sure? Tell me the truth now or the consequence will be much worse." Miss Claudine warned.

"I just wanted to…she's just….so mean to me and I…" Robin squeaked.

"So you tried to get revenge in form of breaching student confidentiality?"

Robin nodded, casting his eyes downward in shame. Relief washed through him however. She suspected nothing. Detention or expulsion or whatever would be his consequence and then he'd sneak out of the school in the middle of the night. Piece a cake. "Wh-what are y-you gonna do with m-me?" He whimpered, his lip wobbling.

"I don't know if you've heard, Miss Welsche, but I am a very traditional woman." Miss Claudine stated as she made her way over to the filing cabinet and pushed it shut.

Robin frowned in confusion, not understanding. He watched as she stepped around her desk and over to the coat stand in the corner. Leaning against the wall was a smooth black cane that Robin guessed was made from some sort of wood. She picked it up and returned to the guest, running her fingertips over the glossy black finish.

"Have you ever been caned before, Miss Welsche?" She wondered aloud.

Robin stared at the object in horror, feeling like he was gazing into his own death. He slowly shook his head and his hands began to quiver for real.

"Well, I usually give five licks as punishment for single wrongdoing. Let's see how many rules you have broken, shall we?" Miss Claudine walked around the desk until she was standing in front of the shorter teen again. "Leaving dorms before the bell, breaking into the administrative office, breaking into my office, and non-consensually breaching student confidentiality. That's one, two, three, four…" She sighed. "How many licks does that earn you?"

"T-twenty." Robin stuttered. His stomach was starting churn at the idea of that cane hitting him. If Slade's spanking was bad, he didn't even want to think about what an angry woman with a wooden cane could do.

"Correct. Now Robin, I will kindly ask you to drop your underpants, bend over the desk, and flip up your skirt." She stated in a calm, almost casual tone.

That's when Robin's stomach completely plummeted into his ass. How the hell was he going to get through this? Not only would it hurt immensely, but there were a few things that Miss Claudine was sure to notice. The pressure increased as the headmistress's eyes burned into him, branding his face with a stern and impatient glare.

"Robin Welsche, I'm waiting." Miss Claudine snipped.

Swallowing hard, Robin stepped up to the desk and bent himself over it, ignoring the other two instructions and praying that she wouldn't notice.

"I would advise you to obey my commands, Miss Welsche." The woman threatened. "I am not against increasing your punishment and you are already on very thin ice."

Robin blushed furiously and didn't reply, burying his face in his hands.

"If you make me do it for you, there will be additional consequences." She said sharply, but Robin still couldn't bring himself to expose himself in such a humiliating and dangerous way.

There came no other replies. Just complete silence. For a moment, he found himself relaxing but he tensed up again when the back of his skirt was suddenly flipped up to expose his pamper-clad backside. His face burned in embarrassment and he could just picture Miss Claudine's face as he felt her fingernails running down the middle and tracing the teddy bear pattern. She pressed her fingers flat against the crotch and the wet material squished against his skin. Robin wallowed in immense mortification, wishing that a black hole would swallow him up forever. There was absolutely no way this could get any worse.

That is, until he felt her fingers slip under the waistband of his pull-up and tug it down over the curve of his ass, stopping at his thighs.

"This behavior is absolutely childish." Miss Claudine scolded. "But I should have expected such. You're wearing a baby's uniform. Your diaper is already wet but I assume that you can act like a big girl just once and refrain from having an accident."

Her harsh words alone nearly brought tears to Robin's eyes but he fought back against them. Miss Claudine was wrong. He was not a baby. He was not a victim. He was a hero and even in the most compromising of situations he would act like it.

"I am going to start now." She told him.

Robin gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut as the cane came down on his backside and let out a squeal of utter pain. It stung like a bitch and after two more whacks, he found himself stomping his feet in pain. Tears streamed from his eyes as the cane struck down four, five, six times. Robin screamed in agony, nearly fainting when she hit the same spot three times. He kept counting even when he saw stars and red and black and flashing lights because it hurt so badly on the soft skin of his bottom. He bawled like a baby and when Miss Claudine reached twenty, she set her cane on the desk in front of him. Robin sobbed and began to stand up, but a firm hand on his back kept him down.

"I'm not done yet, Miss Welsche." She stated. "I warned you that if I had to bare you myself there would be further consequences. Now I am going to spank you ten times with my hand and I want you to count. Am I clear?"

"Y-yes." Robin hiccupped, tears leaking quickly from his eyes.

"Yes what?"

"Y-es, M-Miss C-Claud-d-dine."

"Very good." She smiled grimly and brought her hand up before smacking her hand against the angry red streaks that already littered his ass.

"One, M-Miss C-Claudine."

SMACK!

"T-two, Miss Claud-dine."

SMACK!

"Thre-ee, Miss Clau-audine."

And so on until the pain became so unbearable that all Robin could do was cough out a load of gibberish in between bawls. Miss Claudine stopped at eight and waited patiently for him to calm down before continuing.

"E-eayy, MisKudeen!"

Thankfully, she allowed this and returned the cane to its spot in the corner while Robin's body wracked with sobs on her desk. She returned to his side and tugged the soggy pull-up back over his fiery, blazing bottom, eliciting shrieks of pain. She lowered his skirt as well and took a seat at her desk. "You are dismissed, Miss Welsche."

Sniffling and blubbering, Robin forced himself to his feet and slowly shuffled over to his bag. He picked it up and slowly made his way out of her office.