Chloe Bourgeois was always used to getting what she wanted. If she couldn't get her hands on it herself, then she could always just call her father to get it for her. So when all these new regulations began to take place, she hadn't worried about them in the least. She wasn't about to wear such a gaudy school uniform like the rest of these peasants, and she certainly wasn't about to bend over for that perverted old geezer to have her butt whacked.

If he even thought about touching her rear, one phone call to her father was all it would take to send him packing. Or at least that's how she imagined how it would play out.

When the moment had finally come and she called her father, he had assured it would all be settled as usual. But not a few minutes later he called back and told her in a very nervous voice that she was expected to respect his authority and submit to his punishments. She had completely flipped her lid and demanded to know what in the world was wrong with him.

She never got the chance to hear his answer however, as Mr. Red had snatched her up and thrown her over his shoulder, carrying the kicking and screaming girl to his office. Afterwards he'd put her over his lap and smacked her bottom until she was in tears. Chloe had later learned that her new principal seemed to have friends that far exceeded her father's authority, and that for all his pull he couldn't do anything against him.

That had been her first ever experience with corporal punishment, but far from the last. She found herself regularly being sent to his office for punishment, much to the amusement of her classmates. They all seemed to think she deserved all of her punishments. Bunch of losers.

But right now she wasn't worried about them. No, she was worried about Mr. Red, who was currently smiling at her like a predator baring down on it's prey. "So Ms. Bourgeois, having trouble keeping your mouth shut in class again?" he asked shaking his head. "Just what are we doing to do with you?"

Chloe kept her hands behind her back, looking down at the floor as she bit her lip in both frustration and nervousness. No matter how many times she ended up here she always thought it was unfair. She wasn't like the rest of those girls out there. She was an heiress! She shouldn't have to report to this old creep to get her butt smacked. This was wrong.

"Are you listening Ms. Bourgeois?"

The blonde suddenly found her rueful thoughts broken as he called her attention back to him. She fumbled with her fingers. "Uh… yes?" It sounded more like a question than an answer.

He grunted before turning towards his cabinet. "You can't keep your mouth shut, and those ears of your never seem work either. I think someone is in clear need of a tune up Ms. Bourgeois," he said opening it up.

Chloe bit her lip ruefully. "But sir! It wasn't my fault! That stupid teacher-"

"You've just earned yourself extras," Chloe quickly shut her mouth as he began browsing through his arsenal of implements. "Now unless you even more I suggest you keep that pretty mouth shut. I've already heard enough out of you as it is."

She shot him a glare. He hardly ever let her get a word in edgewise, which annoyed her to no end. He simply hummed as he continued deciding which implement to use. Chloe had been a loud mouthed little brat from day one, and he very much enjoyed both riling her up and punishing her. He loved spanking all of his girls of course, but she was one of his favorites.

The look on her face the first time he'd put her over his knee. That look of dread when she realized her father wasn't going to be able to bail her out of it. It was quite an amazing sight to see. It also helped that she had a tight little ass on her.

"Ah, here we are!" he said as he found his choice. Chloe glanced over and her cheeks tightened when she saw him hold up the slipper. It was a rather large gym shoe that stung far more that one would have thought. She'd felt it a few times before, and while there were definitely worse options, she wasn't looking forward to it.

He turned towards her, smiling as he held it up towards her face. "This should be just the tune up you need to remember to keep those pretty little lips of your closed. Wouldn't you agree Ms. Bourgeois?" she asked before cupping her chin.

She was tempted to not saying anything since he'd told her to keep quiet earlier, but she knew being smart with him would only make things worse. "Yes sir…" she muttered. He chuckled before making his way to his desk, signaling for her to follow. He took a seat and then pointed in front of him, and Chloe stepped into the spot, arms crossed and face pouting.

"I think we both know you're going to be getting this on the bare. So let's be rid of that troublesome skirt of you," he said before reaching up and unbuttoning her skirt. Chloe blushed as he took her skirt off and folded it up before putting it on his desk. He always undressed her himself, another thing she hated. The other girls all got to undress themselves, but never her. It made her feel like a child. "And now those panties…"

She shuddered as he slide his hands up her long legs, and then hooked both thumbs into the waistband of her bright yellow bikini bottom panties. He slide them down slowly, putting the girls sex on full display. Once they were down around her ankle, he ordered her to step out of them, which she reluctantly did.

"Alright now. Over my lap," he instructed.

Chloe looked at him in disbelief. "But sir-!"

"Extras. For both talking and not following instructions. Do you have anything else to add Ms. Bourgeois?" Chloe scoffed, but then stepped forward and practically threw herself over the man's lap. He smiled down at the tight little rear before him. It wiggled as she adjusted herself over his legs. "Good girl," he said giving her bottom a pat. She jumped as he squeezed and rubbed his hands over her cheeks.

She grit her teeth as the man groped and patted her backside. She wanted to tell him to knock it off, but she knew what he would say. He was 'assessing her rear' so he could know how much he could wallop it. As if he didn't already know after all these years.

When the hand finally pulled away, she gulped. Then a few moments latter she felt the unmistakable feel of that dreaded gym slipper on her bare cheeks. "Alright now Ms. Bourgeois. I don't want to hear the usual crying and whining you put on during your punishments. You know it will cost you," he warned.

She narrowed her eyes. "Yes sir." She knew damn well he didn't expect her to keep quiet. He wanted her yelling and screaming to he could keep this up as long as possible.

SMACK!

Chloe's yelped, and her whole body tightened as she felt the slipper smack against her bare skin. She hadn't had time to grip onto the legs of the chair like she usually did, and nearly reached back to cover herself. "Keep quiet Ms. Bourgeois!"

The reprimand was followed by another stinging SMACK of the slipper. This time Chloe had managed to grab hold of the leg chair, and choke down her yelp. "Yes sir! Sorry sir!"

SMACK!

She dug her manicured nails into the legs of the chair as he smacked her bottom once more. He smiled to himself as the girl struggled to keep from wiggling around. Most of the others girls could hold it together for at least a few swats before they lost it. But Chloe was one of his 'squirmers'. She always started shaking right off the bat.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

"YEOW!"

Chloe bucked over his lap, but he easily held her down. "You really don't know how to stay still or quiet. I think it's obvious we'll be here for a while," he said chuckling.

The blonde paled. "No wait! It was an-!"

SMACK!

"Did I ask you to speak?" he asked giving her yet another swat, and earning another squeal from her. She kicked wildly, but knew better than to reach back or cover herself.

SMACK!

"No sir!" she yelped.

SMACK!

"So why are you speaking?"

SMACK!

"I'm sorry sir!"

SMACK!

"Not yet you're not."

He brought down a flurry of smacks with the slipper, not giving her any space between the swats. Chloe yelled out as she desperately tried to kick and crawl her way out of his lap, but was easily held in place. He watched as each swat added more color to the girl's pert little rear.

Everyone walking by the office could hear the blond yelling out. Most of the students were smirking. The boys because they were imagining her stunning bottom being spanked, and the girls because Chloe was one of the few who deserved the usually unfair treatment they tended to receive. A handful had looks of pity, or fear of being next.

The secretary just hummed and kept working along.

After a few more swats Mr. Red finally seemed to stop, and Chloe panted, tears rolling down her face. "Now Ms. Bourgeois, let's have a little lesson," he said rubbing the slipper against her bottom. "Tell me…" SMACK! "…why…" SMACK! "…you're being…" SMACK. "…punished."

SMACK!

Chloe yelped once again. "B-because I was talking in class!"

SMACK!

"Very good! And why were you talking in class?"

SMACK!

Chloe winced again, and then panicked. She couldn't say it was because the lesson was boring her out of her mind. But she knew he wanted to hear something. "I'm waiting for an answer Ms. Bourgeois!" He smacked her bottom again, and she flinched.

"I… I have a hard time paying attention sir…"

The answer earned her three more crisp smacks with the slipper. "Wrong. The correct answer is because you are a brat, who's father didn't have the backbone to properly discipline her. Now, repeat that," he ordered. "Why di sd you talk in class?"

Chloe narrowed her tear filled eyes, feeling just a bit of anger raising back up through her misery. But another swat with the slipper quickly squashed that. "OW! I-I'm a brats, and my father didn't have the backbone to discipline me…"

"That's right! But thankfully I'm here to step up in your father's place. So thank me for taking time out of my busy schedule to punish you, and ensure you grow into a proper young lady."

Chloe growled, but then received yet another swat. She grit her teeth before forcing out the words, all while he still swung away at her poor rear. "Thank you for-" SMACK! "OW! Taking time-" SMACK! "OUCH! From your day-" SMACK! "AH! God that hurts! Out of your busy schedule to-" SMACK! "OW! OW! OW! To punish me!"

He licked his lips as he tapped away at her cheeks. "Go on Ms. Bourgeois…"

"And for ensuring-!" SMACK! "EEP! That I turn into-" SMACK! "God! A proper!" SMACK! "Young!" SMACK "Lady!"

If the blonde thought her finally finishing would be the end of her punishment, then she was in for a nasty surprise. Mr. Red began swinging away once more, and Chloe once again founding herself yelling out. He began aiming lower, hitting her sit spots and causing the girl to buck even more. After what seemed like an eternity, the slippering finally came to an end.

Mr. Red finally put the slipper down as he looked at the sobbing girl over his lap. He reached up and ran a hand over her now crimson red rear, earning a gasp from her. He once again rubbed his hand over her cheeks, feeling the warmth radiating off of them. "Yes, I think that's a good enough for now Ms. Bourgeois. You may stand."

For a few moments the girl just laid there, but after another hearty slap from his hand, she squealed and began pushing herself up. She looked away, trying to hide her tear stained face. Her makeup was running, and she looked like a total mess.

"Now, will you be talking in class again Ms. Bourgeois?"

"No sir…" she muttered bitterly.

He grunted. "We'll see," he said before gesturing towards her clothes. "You maybe put your underwear back on. But leave your skirt here, and for stand in the office corner with your hands behind your head," he instructed.

She looked at him in disbelief. Everyone who was passing by the office would be able to see her perfectly shaped red rump. What if that loser Marinette saw her? or Lyla? Or even worse, her Adrien. She would die of embarrassment. She opened her mouth to speak, but then saw his hand wander back towards the slipper. The girl wisely kept her mouth shut, not daring to risk another around with the slipper. "Yes sir…" she muttered.

She slipped her panties back on, and turned to reluctantly take her place outside. "Good girl," Mr. Red said giving her a hearty slap on the rear. She yelped and jumped, shooting him a rueful look before making her way outside.

Mr. Red said back in his chair and chuckled. There was no real benefit to be so rough with Chloe. Other than reminded that idiotic father of hers who held all the cards. But it sure was fun. Maybe he'd called her back after school and give her a few strokes of the cane, just for the hell of it. After all, nobody was going to stop him.