There had been very few students who had been more vocal about their dislike for the new school regulations that Alya Cesaire. She'd hated every new rule put into place, from the humiliating uniforms, to the tight schedules, and of course the corporal punishment. When they had first began being implemented, she had fought against them harder than anyone else.

Organizing public protest, starting petitions online, sending signatures to the school board. It was a valiant effort which the other students all rallied behind. But in the end, it was all for not. Her complaints were all either dismissed as ramblings from an 'unruly brat' or just outright ignored. Whoever was implementing these new rules wasn't up for arguing, and cared little for public opinion either.

Eventually there was no point in trying to protest the system anymore. She had to ruefully accept that these new regulations weren't going anywhere, not matter how much she disliked them. Unfortunately her constant bucking of the system had made her a prime target for their new principal, who immediately saw her as a troublemaker.

Alya had found herself taking regular trips to the principal's office to be punished, and she was quite used to going through or ending the day with a sore backside. It didn't help that her hero work tended to get her in trouble as well. She knew Ladybug didn't intend for it to happen, and it wasn't like she had a choice, but calling her to help with an Akuma always resulted in a sound bottom warming for her.

To her credit, she remained defiant despite the fact that it cost her rear dearly. She'd even once tried to sneak a camera in to record the whole process. She had planned to upload it and show just how stupid this whole thing was to everyone.

Unfortunately Mr. Red seemed to have a third eye, and had haughtily held up her camera to her before stating that she'd be receiving double her original punishment. That had been a hellish experience, and she'd decided to stop trying to pull similar stunts for the sake of her rear. She did not however drop her attitude.

Even know, as she stood in her ridiculous uniform, the eighteen year old crossed her arms and glared towards the smug man who looked over her. Her white blouse, plaid mini skirt, and knee high socks made her feel more like someone cosplaying a sexy schoolgirl than an actual one. It all fit a bit tightly on her, but so did most of the girl's uniforms.

She swore he purposely made them one size smaller on purpose, but once again she couldn't prove anything. The only upside to it was that Nino, even if he wouldn't admit it, found it stunning. But she's rather a number like this be reserved for him and not everyone she passed to and from school.

"Ms. Cesaire. You really can't seem to stay out of trouble can you?" Mr. Red asked chuckling. "I had hoped after last week you'd learn to stay off of your phone during class. But you're as hardheaded as ever. Just what are we going to do with you?"

Alya narrowed her eyes. "Well sir, maybe me constantly getting in trouble is a sign that your method of punishment just isn't working all that well. It's almost like corporal punishment is totally unnecessary, humiliating, and ineffective," she spat.

He clicked his tongue. "Always with that sharp wit of yours. Have you ever considered that my punishments are what are keeping you from even worse behavior? I mean, as insolent as you are now, I couldn't imagine how terrible you'd be without my firm hand to keep you in line," he said in a clearly mocking tone.

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, I can't imagine not having you around to punish us poor airheaded girls. How did we ever get by all those years before you came here?"

He got up from behind his desk and made his way towards her. As the man towered over her, Alya couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. She looked down at her black buckled shoes, only for him to cup her chin and tilt her head back up. "Blind luck I'd say," he answered with a shrug of his shoulders. "But I'm here to discipline you now, and that's all that matters."

She scoffed and looked away once more, but he tilted her chin up further. "Look at me what I'm speaking to you Ms. Cesaire. What punishment did your receive last time?" he asked.

Alya reluctantly turned back to him with a glare. "The cane sir…"

"How many strokes did you receive? And don't tell me you don't remember because I made you count them out. So you should at least have an idea."

For a few moments she remained silent, just glaring back at him as he forced her to keep her gaze locked with his. She really wished she could wipe that smug smile off of his face. "I received twelve strokes with the cane, plus six extra…" she muttered.

"Good girl," he said patting her on the head as if she were a child. "But that clearly didn't get through to you, so I'll have to take more drastic measures this time." Alya looked at him confused. The cane was considered his worst implement by most. She couldn't believe that he had something worst.

He walked over towards the cabinet, motioning for her to follow. She did so with some hesitation, getting a bad feeling in her gut about what was to come. He opened the cabinet and then plucked the cane from it's usual spot. Alya couldn't help but clinch when he held it up towards her. She'd always tried to take punishments bravely, but the cane was something to be feared. She knew as much as she tried she'd end up squirming over his desk at some point.

"This cane here, Ms. Cesaire, is what's referred to as a junior cane. Believe it or not it's actually meant for use on younger students. But it was the only one I'd been authorized to use until yesterday," he said with a devilish grin. Alya felt a shiver up her spine as he placed the cane back, and then pulled out another one.

She grew wide eyed. This cane was much longer and thicker than the first. "May I introduce to you the senior cane. Which will be used for our older students from this point on. I thought it only be appropriate that I break it in on your bottom given the timing and circumstances," he said before holding it out towards her. "Here, hold it."

Alya slowly raised her hands and took the cane. She had held the junior cane from the times he'd made her fetch it from the cabinet herself. It had always felt light and whippy. This one however definitely had more weight behind it. "Heavier, isn't it? It should light quite the fire under your little rear," he said laughing.

He took the cane back, leaving Alya simply to stare at it anxiously. "Well now, let's get on with it shall we! Your bottom isn't going to stripe itself!" he said clearly enjoying the concerned expression on her face. "Come over here my girl. Let's get you positioned for a good whacking!"

Alya let out a low growl before walking over towards him. She glanced over towards the desk, but she shook his head. "Oh no. You won't be going over the desk this time," he said earning another curious stare from her. "Feet together, bend over and touch your toes."

"Excuse me?" she asked confused.

"I said bend over and touch your toes," he repeated. "I won't repeat it again. Not without adding extra strokes onto your counter anyway. Now over." She simply stared at him for a few moments. Was her serious? She had never been made to take such a ridiculous position before. It was almost always over the desk, save for the few times he put her over his lap. "I don't have all girl. Be quick about it. Unless you really do want extras."

She grit her teeth, but bent forward. She kept her feet together as he instructed as she reached down, placing her finger tips on the front of her shoes. Years of training from hero work had made the task fairly easy, but it didn't make her feel any less foolish. She could tell her skirt was hiked up from the position. Her hair dangled onto the floor, and she could just barely make out his legs from what little she could see.

Mr. Red smirked as he saw the tiniest bit of her black panties. "Very good," he said before grabbing the bottom of her skirt. He flipped it up, which didn't surprise her at all. She almost always received her punishments on the bare. He then licked his lips as he admired her plump rear. Unlike Marinette's, which was more tight and perky, Alya had a nice plump rear.

It couldn't quite be called fat, but it was full and packed nicely into her black high cut briefs. He had so much room to work with compared to most of the other girls he punished. He reached up and stuck his fingers in the waistband of her panties before he began working them down.

Alya felt a blush creep up on her cheeks. She was used to being bare in front of him, but she still was embarrassed to be so exposed in front of a man. Her only consolation was that with her legs together he couldn't see as much of her nether lips as he usually did went bend over the desk. "Now Ms. Cesaire, I as usual I expect you to hold position and keep quiet."

"Yes sir."

He couldn't be giving her anymore than twelve. If she could stand that she'd be out of here no worse than usual. That cane may have been a bit thicker, but she was sure she could still hold out. She braced herself as she felt the cane tap against her bottom, causing it to wobble ever so lightly. He tapped a few more times lining up his swing, then he pulled back.

THWACK!

"GYAH!"

She felt as if a line of fire had been lit across her cheeks, and she quickly jumped up and shot her hands back to her butt. She rubbed fiercely, feebly trying to get ride of the sting.

"Oh my. I don't believe I told you to move Ms. Cesaire. I don't think I need to tell you that that stroke won't count. Now please reassume the position, and try to take the rest of your punishment with some measure of dignity."

She looked back at him, disbelief written all over his face. Did he honestly expect her to control herself while she was being whacked by that thing? It had stung far worse than she could have imagined, and she was sure it'd welt up later. "Bend over Ms. Cesaire. Believe it or not I do have other things to do," he stated.

She took a deep breath, trying to collect herself, before bending back over. Okay, this was going to be much more difficult than she thought. But she… she could still do it. Twelve more nasty stingers and she was free. It would be hell, but she could pull it off.

Once she was back into position, he tapped her bottom again. Alya held her breath as Mr. Red brought the cane back. She heard it cut through the air before feeling it slice into her again.

THWACK!

"MMM!"

She clenched her teeth as another line of fire was sliced into her cheeks, leaving another angry red line across her bottom, just an inch over the first. Her legs trembled as she struggled not to break position and rub her bottom.

THWACK!

"GAH!"

Alya let out a yelp as yet another line was marked across her bottom with pinpoint precision. This was landed just under the first line. She panted as she felt tears starting to sting the back of her eyes. Her resolve was slowly starting to crumble. She wasn't sure just how many more of these she could take.

THWACK!

THWACK!

THWACK!

Three quick strokes came down one after another, and Alya yelled out in pain. By some miracle she had once again managed to stay down, but the girl's whole body was trembling. Mr. Red looked like a wolf in a henhouse as he looked over her shaking form.

Alya had always been a tough little cookie. Even if she left his office squealing and yelping, she member left in tears. And she would leave with a smug sense of satisfaction at having stood up to her big bad principal. So seeing her break after so little strokes was quite a treat. He doubted she'd be holding her head high after this.

Especially since he was far from done with her.

THWACK!

This time with the cane landed, it hit right between the top of her thighs and the curve of her bottom. A place he like to refer to as the 'sit spot'. The sound of the cane cutting into her tender flesh echoed through the room like a gunshot.

"OOOWWWW!"

Alya jumped up, hands once again shooting to her plump bottom and rubbing away furiously. A trickle of tears escaped her as she squeezed her eyes shut in pain. She had been so wrapped up in just getting through the next stroke she had forgotten all about the sit spot.

Mr. Red smile grew. "My, someone is quite jumpy today. Perhaps I should have you bend over the desk after all. At then then I could have someone hold you down," he suggested.

Alya blushed and shot him a glare as she kept rubbing. "No sir. I'll be fine from now on…" She knew if she let something like that happen he'd invite a boy or someone she hated to get a front seat to the show. Or even worse, he'd call Nino to do it. Having him see her like this would be a nightmare.

"For your sake I hope so. You've earned quite a few extras already," he said motioning for her to bend over once more. Alya took a few more moments to collect herself, wiping the tiny trail of tears from her cheeks, before getting back into position and bending over and touching her toes. Once again her skirt was raised revealing her bare bottom, and soon she felt the cane tapping her bottom again. She squeezed her eyes shut, preparing for the worst.

THWACK!

THWACK!

THWACK!

THWACK!

"AHH!"

"OWW!"

"YEOW!"

An onslaught of strokes rained down upon her bottom, and Alya yelled out as each landed. She stayed bent over somehow, though she squirmed and wiggled quite a bit. Mr. Red licked his lips as he continued to slash the cane into her tender rear. He added stripe after stripe, taking every few to aim at her sit spots, which earned particularly loud cries. Alya could no longer hold back her tears, and soon a small puddle of tears were formed underneath her.

After what seemed like an eternity, with one last particularly stinging stroke, the cane finally seemed to stop. Mr. Red hummed and then ran his hand over the trembling girl's buttocks, causing her to gasped. She was covered in well over a dozen stripes, some of which he'd doubled up on it. He was sure she'd have some nice welts forming later.

He grunted before lifted the cane and turning it. Alya squealed as she suddenly found the cane thrust between her cheeks. "Clench," Mr. Red ordered.

Alya blushed. "Sir…?"

"Clench," he ordered once more. Alya was clearly confused, but too broken to really question it at this point. She clenched her butt cheeks together, wincing at the throbbing sting that came with clutching the cane between them. Mr. Red then made his way back behind his desk and took a seat. Yes, he had quite a nice view before him. Quite a nice view indeed. "You will hold that position for the duration of this period."

Alya grew wide eyed. "Sir, I can't-!"

"If you drop the cane before time is up, then you will spend the rest of that time over my lap receiving my hand," he warned. He saw her tightened up even more, desperately trying to keep the cane within her grip. She couldn't afford to take anymore swats to her poor backside. Even a hand spanking would have her wailing at this point. He smiled evilly, knowing full well there was no way she could last the rest of the period.

"Good luck Ms. Cesaire."