Schoolgirl’s Detention

 Miranda Pine was always told she looked young for her age. When she was a child, she was told she looked like a toddler. When she was a teenager, she was told she could still pass for a child. And now that she was 27, an adult, she didn't NOT look like an adult, but if you told someone she was only 14, they'd probably believe you. She still had the young face, and being 5 foot even and skinny didn't help. Even now, as a new officer for her local law agency, Miranda still got kidded on by her fellow officers for looking so young. "I didn't know they let kids join the force," was something she heard a variation of more than once, and after 20+ years of remarks, she didn't let it get to her anymore. She didn't know it, as she sat in another full team meeting in the office, but her natural youngish looks would come in handy today.

"So after going through all the busts and all the connections we've linked, we're pretty sure that the source of the local drug problem is Our Lady of Perpetual Pain high school," the chief said as he stood before all his seated officers. He pressed a button on his remote, and a picture of the local catholic school popped up on the powerpoint presentation in the front of the room. "No one's talking or giving anyone up, but everyone we've picked up and busted has a relative attending or teaching at that school. It's the only common denominator we have right now."

"Do we know if it's a teacher or a student who's selling the stuff?" asked an officer.

"Right now we're not entirely sure to make that call, BUT we do have someone of interest on our sights," the chief began, pushing the button again. A picture of a young blonde student popped up on the screen. "This is Alison Glimley. She's a student there. 17 years old, a senior. We've done some digging, and the scumbags we've busted have daughters who are friends with her, and two of them were busted on the street she lives on. It's nothing concrete, but she's our prime focus."

"So what do we do? Do we contact the school?" asked Miranda.

"Tried it. The school won't allow any of us in to investigate. Headmaster says us coming in to check out a student would ruin the school's public image. As if the catholic church needs OUR help to make them look bad when it comes to minors."

"What a bunch of shit," an officer said.

"Indeed. But they're a private school and they won't budge. So we're going to go a different route. Officer Pine, can I speak to you privately?"

"You want me to go back to school?" Miranda asked. She and the Chief were alone in his office.

"Technically, yes. You're the only one here who can pass for a high schooler. God bless your genes, pun unintended."

"So what am I supposed to do?"

"We've pulled some strings with the people in admissions and enrolled you in the school as a mid-year transfer student. We want you in there, go through the motions of a student, and see what you can find out. Get close to Alison Glimley. Once we can verify she's our person, we pull you out and take it from there."

"So is anyone going to know I'm an officer?"

"NO. You are strictly undercover. The only person in that building who knows you're not a student is YOU. And it BETTER stay that way. If your cover is blown, we'll be in a world of shit. And by we, I mean you. Got it?"

"Yes chief."

"Good. Now let's get you your uniform."

"Uniform?"

A few moments later, Miranda walked out of the bathroom in a white button down shirt tucked into a red skirt that went down to her knees. On her feet were white socks that went up her shins and black dress shoes. She looked miserable. The chief smirked.

"I hate this," she moaned.

"You forgot part of the uniform," the chief teased.

"What? My dignity?" 

"Nope. These." The chief laughed as he held up a pair of white granny panties. Miranda went wide eyed in disgust.

"Oh, no no no. I'm wearing my own underwear, thank you very much."

"But it's part of the uniform, you have to wear it. They came directly from the school."

"No, I don't. Not like anyone's going to be looking up my skirt to check, anyway. Now when do I start?"

At 7am the following Monday, Miranda showed up to the gates of Our Lady of Perpetual Pain in her brand new school uniform, minus the granny panties. She wore her brunette hair in pigtails to help sell the illusion. She felt embarrassed, but knew it had to be done. As she walked down the main hallway with fellow students shuffling in for the school day, she held her schedule out, trying to find her locker. Despite being dressed like every other girl, her naivety made her stick out like a sore thumb. As she wandered without looking, she bumped into a senior girl, causing her to drop her coffee on the floor.

"Son of a bitch!" yelled the senior.

"Sorry!" Miranda shouted as she rushed past. The student narrowed her eyes as she watched Miranda go.

"Hmm. New meat," she mentioned to her friend. "Let's give her a warm welcome."

Miranda managed to find her locker and open it when the senior girl and her friend popped up next to her.

"Hi, are you new?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah," Miranda said, momentarily startled. "I'm Miranda."

"Nice. This is Lauren, and I'm Alison." Miranda went wide eyed.

"Alison Glimley?" Alison was shocked but smiled.

"Wow, first day and you already know who runs the show here. That's impressive! Since you're new here, we'd love to show you around." 

"Wow, that'd be great!" Miranda smiled big. She couldn't believe her good luck.

"Good! So this is your locker," Alison began before she and Lauren grabbed her, "And this is the inside of it!" They forcefully shoved Miranda into her locker, and the officer, taken by surprise, was unable to fight back.

"Whoa hey!" she cried as Alison slammed the door shut on her. "Hey! Let me out!"

"Consider that payment for my coffee. You better watch your back, newbie." She and Lauren laughed as they walked away. The schoolbell rang and everyone quickly rushed out of the hallway to their respective classes. After a minute or so there was no one left in the hallway, save for the sounds coming from Miranda's locker. 

"Let me out! Someone! Please!" After a few moments of kicking, Miranda finally kicked the door open and crawled out of the locker. She adjusted herself and fixed her hair, frazzled and red faced from the experience she just went through. As she looked at her schedule again to try and figure out where to go, a deep voice called out.

"And just WHAT are you doing, young lady?!" Miranda looked up to see an elderly nun approaching her. She was speechless until the 5 foot 10 nun stood before her, towering over her menacingly. "Well?!"

"I, uh, I, I" Miranda stammered.

"What are you doing out in the hallway and not in class?!"

"I, I don't know where it is, an-" 

"And what happened to your locker?! Did you break it?!"

"I, I didn't! I was locked inside, and-"

"Young lady I don't want to hear excuses. This is not a cartoon, you were not IN your locker. And why don't you know where your class is?"

"I, I'm new, and-"

"New, eh?" The nun ripped Miranda's schedule from her hand and looked at it.

"I see. That explains why I've never seen you before.. Miranda. I'm Sister Chapman, and I'm the head nun of the school."

"Nice to, uh, meet you."

"Now, I'll forgive the tardiness for today and today only, but I am not impressed with you for breaking the locker, so I'll be keeping my eye on you. These lockers are old - they've been here since the 70s, which is how long I've been here. I know this school and its students backward and forward, so don't think I won't notice if you do any kind of stunt like that again. Understand?!"

"I, yes m'am!"

"Good. You're already on one strike. And this isn't baseball. One MORE strike and you'll end up in detention. Understand?"

"Yes m'am."

"Good. Now let's get you to class."

Sister Chapman walked Miranda to her first class, english. After that she managed to find her way around the school, going from class to class, laying low and trying not to answer any questions from any teachers after the unavoidable "new student introductions" she kept enduring. During 5th period lunch, she snuck off to the bathroom and went into a stall and called the chief.

"Pine! How's your first day of school?"

"Not great. The head nun already has it out for me."

"What?! Why? What did you do?"

"I had a little run-in with Alison Glimley."

"Pine! You didn't accuse her of selling drugs, did you?!"

"Not at all. We just don't seem to like each other, is all."

"You don't HAVE to like each other. You're supposed to find out if she's the supplier. Maybe try to make friends with her."

"I'll see what I can do, chief."

"Listen to me, Pine. Don't rock the boat. We don't need nuns and teachers looking at you funny. You are to complete the mission undetected and NOT be caught. Understand?"

"Yes chief."

"Good. Good luck." He hung up.

"Shit." Miranda washed her hands and went back out into the cafeteria and got a tray of food when she noticed, at a table in the back, sat Alison and Lauren. Miranda swallowed her pride, wished herself the best of luck, and approached their table. Alison noticed her as she approached and laughed maliciously.

"Hey look, it's our new friend. And we were just about to pop by your locker to see if you were still in there." Miranda force smiled.

"Haha, no, I'm out. And I wanted to... apologize... for the coffee this morning. I'm new here and I was trying to find my way around. I'd really love it if we could... start over?" Alison thought about it for a second and shrugged.

"Sure, have a seat." Miranda sat down next to Alison. "So, where did you go before you came here?"

"Uh, a school in California. I moved here from there."

"Wow, California, nice. How do you like it here so far?"

"It's.. okay, I guess. A little overwhelming."

"I get it. Hey, I think I have something that'll help you feel a little less overwhelmed."

"Really? What?"

"I can't say it here in front of everyone, but..." Alison leaned in and whispered, "it's guaranteed to have you high." Miranda couldn't believe it. It was falling right into her lap. She could be out of that school that day and never go back.

"Have me high? I.."

"Op! Not another word! Meet me in the girl's bathroom on the 3rd floor next to the stairwell at 1pm and I'll give it to you. But DON'T tell anyone. Got it?"

"I won't. And I'll be there. I promise."

"Good! I'm so excited!"

"Me too!"

Miranda sat through her 12:35pm class after lunch practically staring at the clock. She couldn't believe how fast this came together. It was like Alison was just handing herself over to her. It was a rough morning, but at least the afternoon looked better. At 12:55pm, Miranda asked to be excused to go to the bathroom. Taking her bag with her, she rushed through the empty hall and found the 3rd floor bathroom like Alison said. As she walked, she texted the chief.

"About to get confirmation that Alison is our girl..." she texted.

Miranda walked into the bathroom at exactly 1pm and saw Alison standing at a sink, looking at the mirror and adjusting her make up.

"Hey, you made it," she said, not looking away.

"Yeah," Miranda said, approaching her. "So uh, where is it?"

"Right here," Alison said. She snapped her fingers. Before Miranda could do anything, Lauren appeared from behind her and reached down the back of her skirt. She grabbed the back of Miranda's pink rainbow panties and pulled up on them hard, lifting her up into the air.

"Wedgie!" Lauren laughed. Miranda began kicking her legs to escape.

"OW! OW LET GO!" Miranda cried as she kicked. Alison turned and laughed.

"I told you, I had something for you that would get you high. I didn't say it would be a wedgie, but just look how high you are right now!" Lauren kept lifting Miranda up into the air by her panties. Miranda kicked and flailed to try and be let go, but it was useless. 

"Ouch! Ouch this hurts! Why?!"

"Just a little taste to remind you who runs things around here. And to stop trying to get so chummy with me. I don't know what your deal is, but I'm not interested. So you stay away from me, got it?" Lauren responded to Alison's question by yanking up harder on Miranda's panties.

"OW! YES!"

"Good. Cute undies by the way. Non regulation too. Look at you, being a rebel." Alison and Lauren laughed as the latter kept pulling Miranda up into the air. 

"Ow! Please let me go! Please ow!" 

"You heard her, Lau. Let her go," Alison instructed. Lauren propped Miranda up to a coat hook on the wall and hung her by the back of her panties there, letting her hang in mid air.

"Ow! Ouch ouch let me down! Let me down right now!" Miranda cried.

"Have fun hanging around," Alison laughed as she and Lauren left the bathroom. Miranda struggled hanging there, kicking against the wall until finally her panties came unsnapped from the hook and she fell down on to the floor. As much pain as she was in, she saw red. Not even stopping to adjust herself, Miranda threw open the bathroom door and took off down the hall, looking for her tormentors. As she ran, she took out her phone and started texting the chief again.

"Never mind, I-" 

"OPE!" Miranda ran smack into Sister Chapman, who was turning from a corner down the hall Miranda was running down.

"Young lady! Again I find you breaking a rule?!" roared the nun. Miranda was scared shitless.

"I, I"

"Running down the halls? Texting during school hours?!" Sister Chapman furiously grabbed Miranda's phone from her, only to notice her pink panties stretched out above her skirt. "And what are those?! Non regulation underpants?!"

"Sister, I,"

"I don't want to hear it! I let you slide with the locker and now I find you causing trouble and breaking more rules. That's it. Young lady, you just bought yourself detention."

"But Sist-"

"I don't want to hear it. Now, come with me," she said, storming down the hall. Miranda sheepishly followed, adjusting her panties and putting them back down her skirt.

Sister Chapman opened the door to a conventional classroom except the walls were barren. No posters or anything - just a miserable quiet room with students desks, a teacher desk and a chalkboard. In the back of the classroom was a closet. She stormed in and a worried Miranda followed. The nun shut the door behind her and locked them both in. 

"Sit down," she instructed. Miranda followed it. "School ends in an hour. You're to spend that remaining hour, plus an additional hour, in here with me. You're responsible for any schoolwork you missed during this time."

"Yes m'am." 

Sister Chapman sat at the teacher desk at the front and realized she still had Miranda's phone in her hand. She looked at it - and saw Miranda's text.

"About to get confirmation?" the nun asked out loud. "To a Chief? What is the meaning of this?"

"Sister, those are MY texts."

"Are you... come here," she demanded. Scared, Miranda stood up and walked up to Sister Chapman who studied her closely. "You're... you're not a teenager." Miranda went white as a ghost.

"I, yes I am?"

"Spare me the nonsense. You may look young but I can tell you're an adult. Now explain to me how old you really are and what's going on before I call the police. Or maybe I'll call this chief here and HE can explain it." Miranda gulped. She was busted.

"Okay. Okay. My name is Miranda Pine, I'm 27, and I'm an officer with local law enforcement. We have reason to believe that one of your students, Alison Glimley, is the source of drugs to the community, and we needed confirmation." Sister Chapman nodded, taking it all in.

"And why are you here pretending to be a student, making a mockery of our very school?"

"School officials wouldn't allow us to investigate, so we decided it appropriate to have me go undercover to try and determine if Alison is the source."

"And IS she?"

"I... I don't know."

"You don't know. You're here pretending to be a student, trying to accuse another student of being a drug dealer, and you don't even know if she is. What proof do you have?"

"I... I don't."

"I see. So this is all a big farce, huh?"

"No, I swear. We're pretty sure, but we just... need more time."

"I see. And I suppose I should let you continue this little game of private investigation?"

"I would appreciate it. Otherwise I'd be in big trouble for getting caught."

"And you're already in big trouble now... but I will admit that Glimley girl is a bit of a nasty child. And the drug problem in this community is out of control."

"Yes, so you see why I did what I did, and why I want to continue."

"I see. I suppose if it's for the good of the community, I can allow it."

"That's great. Thank you Sister!" Miranda headed for the door, feeling better, before Sister Chapman stopped her.

"Where are you going?"

"Back to class?"

"Oh, no dear. You still have detention."

"Are you serious?"

"Very much so. Despite your efforts being noble, you lied to me. You lied to school officials. You harassed a student without concrete proof of wrongdoing. You want to be a student? Fine. You’re a student. But you’ll be treated just like a student. And as a student you’re still in detention. MY detention. And if you're going to be a student in my detention, you're going to be punished like a student in my detention."

"I... okay. I'm sorry, I'll sit back down," Miranda said.

"Oh no, dear. I'm afraid that won't work."

"What?"

"Well, students like Glimley, and like you, seem to think you can do whatever you want. Talk back, go to class late, lie to school officials. It shows a true lack of proper discipline. Back in the 70s when I was just starting here, there was discipline. Students were kept in line. Unfortunately with time changing and laws changing, it's harder to enforce the proper discipline that keep girls acting right. And as a result, we get troublemakers like her and you." Miranda tried to follow but was confused.

"I.. don't understand."

"I'm a firm believer in corporal punishment as the best form of discipline for my students. Now while I can't properly discipline students like Glimley as she's a minor, I CAN properly discipline you. An adult who's a student."

"...I..."

"With a spanking."

"...a spanking?"

"Yes. Spanking is the best way to discipline, though it's frowned upon in this modern day for students who are under 18. But you, 27? You're the right age for it."

"Uh, Sister, I don't think a spanking is necessary."

"And as your head nun, and the head of detention, I've decided it is for you, one of my students. Unless of course you want me to put the brakes on your little investigation."

"No, you can't!"

"Then as long as you're a student in my school, you'll be punished by me as I see fit. And that is with the proper corporal punishment you deserve. So make your choice." Miranda stood quiet for a moment running over her options, before squeezing her eyes shut and admitting defeat.

"I'll... I'll take it."

"Alright. You've lied to school officials, you lied to me, made serious accusations against another student without proof, and in the process broken multiple rules, so I will not be going light on you. I have you in my detention for two hours and I will be using it properly. Do you understand?"

"..yes."

"Good. Now. Take my chair and place it in front of my desk." Sister Chapman stood up and Miranda took her chair and picked it up and brought it from around the desk and placed it in front. The nun took her seat. "Come stand to my right," she instructed. A nervous Miranda did as she was told. "Lift your skirt and hold it up.” Miranda lifted her skirt up and held it up, exposing her panties to Chapman. “Turn around. Show your bottom to me.” Miranda, keeping her skirt lifted, turned around and faced her back to the nun. "Just like I saw. You want to come to my school and pretend to be a student, and you can't even wear the right underwear," she said, pulling back on Miranda's pink panties and letting them snap back at her ass.

"I'm sorry," Miranda squeaked.

"You will be," said Chapman. “Turn around and face me again.” Miranda turned back around and faced the nun, who reached out and took the sides of Miranda’s panties and began pulling them down. 

"Whoa whoa," Miranda said, dropping her skirt and backing up. "What are you doing?!"

"Excuse me? I'm taking these ridiculous panties down."

"Why?! I'll get a regulation pair!"

"Yes you will, AFTER detention. Before then, you will receive a proper punishment on your bare bottom, as it's meant to be."

"No no, not bare!"

"Yes bare. Now cut it out or I will keep you for another detention tomorrow too. Is that what you want?" Miranda paused before slowly shaking her head now.

"No m'am..."

"Good. Now lift your skirt up and don’t let it go." Miranda raised her skirt up again showing her panties, which Sister Chapman again grabbed and pulled them down. She brought them down to Miranda’s knees, before letting. Miranda felt like she could die of embarrassment as she was completely exposed in front of the elderly nun.. rubbing her chubby white butt. And then the spanking began. She began with slow, firm, hard slaps, alternating between the butt cheeks. 

"Ow! Ouch!" Miranda moaned with each slap. She'd never been spanked before and, for an old lady, Sister Chapman spanked hard. The nun kept her pace going, about one spank per every 5 seconds, immediately followed by Miranda yelping in pain. After a minute or two, the nun began spanking faster, about one spank per 2 seconds. She never stopped her rhythm of back and forth, and Miranda never stopped moaning. Eventually she began kicking her legs, and Chapman yelled.

"Keep still!"

"It hurts!" Miranda cried.

"It's supposed to. Now keep your legs still, or I won't just slap your bottom, I'll slap these thunder thighs of yours too," she said, slapping the top of Miranda's thighs. 

"Ow! Ow!" 

"Good, now keep still." She resumed her spanking on Miranda's butt, and Miranda held on tight and groaned and whined.

After a few more minutes, she stopped. Miranda felt a sigh of relief. Chapman began rubbing Miranda's bottom which was no longer white and now pink.

"You're getting color back here..." she commented.

"Are we done?" Miranda asked hopefully.

"Done? Heavens, no. We've only just began. Stand up." Miranda moaned and stood up, and Chapman stood up too. "Now, take off your skirt and take off your panties."

"What?"

"You heard me. Do as you're told. Don't make me repeat myself." Miranda slowly unbuttoned her skirt from the back and pulled it down, letting it fall to her ankles. Covering her groin with her left hand, she kicked her skirt off from around her legs, being careful to leave her panties on around her ankles, and picked it up with her right hand. "Now, hand me that," came the next instruction. Miranda handed her skirt and to the nun, who folded it and placed it on the desk. She turned to Miranda who kept her groin covered. “Ahem? Panties?” 

“Why can’t I leave them on? My ass is already out for you to hit it.”

“I’ll say it one more time before I end this and your investigation. You’re in my school. My rules. Now take your panties off and give them to me.”

“Ugh…” Miranda kicked off her panties and handed them bunched out to Chapman, who took them and dropped them into the garbage next to the desk.

"Hey! Those are mine!" Miranda protested.

"They're non regulation so they don't belong here. If I catch you wearing another pair of non regulation panties after today, they'll be thrown away as well, and you'll be spanked again."

"But they're MY underwear."

"In MY school. Now, not another word about them. And put your hands on top of your head, Miranda.”

“Why?”

“You’re already in detention getting punished, and every time you protest you make your situation worse, so it’d serve you well to not push your luck any further. Hands on top of your head.” Miranda, fighting back all her natural instinct, put her hands atop her head as she was instructed, and turned around to face the desk. “I didn’t tell you to turn around. Turn back and face me.”

Miranda turned back as instructed, facing Chapman with her entire dignity exposed. 

“Now before we begin the next part of your spanking, I need to grab a thing or two.” The nun headed to the back of the classroom where there was a closed closet and opened it and began looking at the contents inside. “I’ve kept these here for a while, I thought I’d never use them again…let’s start with this.” The nun pulled out a lexan paddle from the closet - silver, round, 2 feet long with holes in it. She inspected it and headed back to the front of the room. Miranda went wide eyed at the weapon in the nun’s hands. 

“A paddle? You can’t be serious,” Miranda protested. 

“Very. You don’t think I can give you the punishment you truly deserve with just my hand, do you?”

“With, all due respect, Sister, I’m a law enforcement agent trying to fight drug related crimes. Why am *I* being punished so severely?”

“You lied your way into this school under false pretenses and broke multiple rules along the way. I’m not debating this any further with you. You wanted to be a student so bad, and now you’re going to be punished like one. So either you stop your whining and take your punishment, or I end your investigation right here and you can go back to your job and let them deal with you. It’s your choice. What’s it going to be, Miss Pine?” Miranda rolled her eyes. 

“I’ll take the punishment.”

“Very well. And if you fight me one more time, I have many more implements from the old days where this paddle came from and I can make this a long detention for you. Now stand in front of my desk and face the chalkboard.” Miranda walked to the front of Chapman’s desk and centered herself and faced the chalkboard. “Take your hands off your head and bend all the way over my desk.” Miranda did as she was told. Once she was bent all the way over, Chapman instructed “Stand up on your tip toes and stick your bottom out. I want you to feel these.”

Miranda moaned as she propped herself up a bit, sticking her butt out as instructed. Chapman stood next to her, lightly patting the paddle against her already pink butt. 

“So I’m going to give you 25 with this paddle.”

“25?!”

“25 plus one now for arguing.”

“Sister..”

“27. Keep fussing and I can keep adding more. Is that what you want?”

“No Sister.”

“Good. Now brace yourself.” Chapman centered the paddle halfway down Miranda’s bubble butt, pulled back and SMACK!ed it. 

“Ouch!!” Miranda cried. 

“1 down, 26 to go.” Chapman did it again. Pat, pat, swing, SMACK!

“OW!” 

This went on at a slow continuous pace as Chapman doled out the hits. Miranda stayed firmly over the desk, moaning and yelling from the pain. She was starting to glow red a little around the bottom half of her butt cheeks. After the 14th smack, Chapman lowered her arm and stretched it. 

“It’s been so long since I gave a punishment. I’m starting to get worn out a bit…” 

“Thank goodness…” Miranda muttered. 

Knock knock! There was a knock on the door. 

“Who is it?” Chapman called out. 

“It’s Kacey, Sister,” came a young woman’s voice. Chapman put the paddle down on the desk next to Miranda. 

“Stay still, don’t move,” she warned as she headed for the door, unlocking it and opening it. Kacey, a 21 year old black haired woman in a blouse and skirt, walked in carrying papers.

“I wanted to give you these registration forms, an- oh, hello,” she stopped having noticed Miranda, who immediately jumped up and covered herself.

“Hey! Back into your position, Miss Pine!” Chapman demanded as she closed the door. 

“I don’t want her to see me like this,” Miranda cried. 

“She’s a teachers assistant, she has every right as much as I do. Back into position or I will make it worse.” Miranda swallowed a big gulp of fear before returning to her position bent over with her red butt out. “Now Kacey, you were saying?”

“Uh yes. I have registration forms. Where can I put them?”

“You can put them on a student desk for now. Sorry, I’m giving a punishment out right now.” Kacey placed the papers on a student desk and turned her attention to Miranda’s ass. 

“I see. I thought corporal punishment wasn’t allowed here?”

“Not on minors, no. But THIS student is 27. Well within the rights to be punished with a spanking.”

“27? How?” Miranda went wide eyed at the prospect of her cover being blown even further. 

“Oh. She’s a special transfer student. A special case here that I’m not to speak of any more. But she’s unfamiliar with our way of things here so I’m teaching her.”

“Right. May I ask what rules this young lady has broken to end herself in this position?”

“Lying to school authorities, lying to me, inappropriate underpants.”

“Not a good start. But I see you’ve done good work on her behind here…” Kacey put the back of her hand against the red of Miranda’s sore butt. “I can feel the warmth.”

“Yes, but she’s only about halfway through this paddling and I’m starting to get tired. I’m no spring chicken and haven’t given a proper punishment in ages. Would you mind  taking over for me?” Miranda went wide eyed but fought to urge to protest under threat of extra punishment. 

“Take over?”

“Yes. She needs 13 more smacks with that paddle. Unless you have somewhere to be.”

“No no I’m free right now, I’d be glad to help. Too many girls running around recklessly, it’s time someone learned the law of the land here.”

“Excellent. Go on.”

Kacey picked up the paddle and gave it a swing down in the air to get a feel for it before turning it to Miranda’s butt. 

“Okay. Stay still and stick your butt out.” Kacey pulled back and THWACK! Harder than Chapman!

“OW!” Miranda cried, gripping the desk tight. 

“Good. Keep it going,” the nun commended. Kacey placed the paddle back in the center of Miranda’s bottom. THWACK! again! Miranda let out a scream, tears starting to well in her eyes. 

Over the next few minutes, Kacey gave Miranda her final 12 smacks, each one even with ferocity and each one even across Miranda’s butt cheeks. Her whole butt from 3/4 of the way down each cheek was red and hot. She was still crying when the 27th stroke hit and let out a final sob after the final hit. 

“All done, Sister,” Kacey said, placing the paddle back down on the desk. Chapman walked over and felt Miranda’s sore, red butt. “How’d I do?”

“Very good job. You have a very strong arm.”

“Thanks. Do you want me to give her any more? I don’t have anywhere to be.”

“No, I can take it from here. But you are more than welcome to stay and watch the rest of her punishment.”

“I’d be honored, Sister.”

“Of course. That reminds me, Miranda stand up and turn around and face Kacey please.” Miranda got herself up off the desk and turned and faced her second spanker, covering her groin with her hands. “Hands on your head,” came the inevitable dreaded command. Miranda swallowed her pride and placed her hands on her head as instructed. “Thank Kacey for giving you part of your punishment.”

“Thank you for giving me part of my punishment, Kacey,” Miranda muttered. 

“You’re very welcome,” Kacey replied cheerfully. 

Chapman again returned to the closet in the back and pulled out a large, brown leather belt. She smacked it against the palm of her hand, nodded, and returned to the front of the classroom. “Miranda, stand next to my desk, face the chalkboard, and bend over and grab your ankles. Stick your bottom out.”

Miranda lowered her hands and went between Chapman’s desk and the door and bent over into position, sticking her burning butt out towards the classroom and her two spankers. Kacey stood to the side observing as Chapman stood next to Miranda, pressing the belt up against her butt. 

“You’re going to get 20 with the belt and MAYBE we’ll be done. But if you fuss or give me a hard time, you’ll get 20 from each of us, and you’ll get another implement. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sister.”

“Alright. Here we go. Brace yourself dear. This will be the worst yet.” Chapman swung back and CRACK!ed the belt against Miranda’s ass. 

“OW!” Miranda cried, falling forward a bit. 

“Back into position,” Chapman demanded, smacking the belt against her butt. Miranda quickly resumed the position and held on tight. 

CRACK! “OW!” CRACK! “AH!” CRACK! “OUCH!” filled the room over the next moments as Sister Chapman dealt the final section of Miranda’s punishment. Miranda was openly crying as the pain was too much to bear but managing to stay in position as her ass cheeks got redder and hotter. Chapman continued on mercilessly belting the girl as Kacey stood, nodding with approval. After the 15th smack, Chapman stopped. 

“These next 5 will be your last. They will also be your hardest and fastest. Stay in position for all 5. If you don’t, I will start over and they will ALL be this hard. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sister!” Miranda sobbed. 

“Right. Here we go.” 

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Miranda screamed and cried but didn’t budge as the final blows came. Once it was done, Chapman placed the belt on the desk next to the paddle. Miranda kept crying, her tears running down her face falling on the floor. Her ass was on fire. Chapman inspected the damage - all red all over with a little bit of swelling. She patted Miranda’s butt. 

“There we go. Your punishment is over.”

“Sister, not to be out of line,” Kacey began, “but lying to school officials, do you think just the paddle and belt are enough? Do you think a few strokes of the cane for good measure would be appropriate?”

“It’s a thought, but no. Perhaps if Miranda ends up in detention again. But for now, she’s done. Miranda, stand up and face me.”

Miranda slowly stood up, placing her hands on her head before turning around. 

“Hands on her head, good,” Kacey commented. Miranda scowled, wanting her to shut up. 

“Thank me for your punishment,” the nun said. 

“Thank you Sister Chapman for punishing me,” Miranda moaned through sobs. 

“You’re welcome dear. Now you may sit down for the rest of detention.”

“Sit down for the rest?”

“Yes? Detention is 2 hours. We’ve been here about an hour. You are to sit on your bare bottom for the next hour until detention is over. Then you may redress. Unless you want to be spanked for the next hour?”

“NO! No no no!”

“Good. Take a seat. Kacey, you’re free to go.”

“Thank you Sister. Be good, Miranda” Kacey wished cheerfully before leaving. Miranda very gingerly sat down, yelping when she did - her sit spots and cheeks were on fire and the hard wooden chair wasn’t helping any. Chapman sat down at her desk and reviewed her forms that Kacey brought her. 

After an hour of awkward silence minus the occasional sob from Miranda as she calmed down, detention ended. 

“Alright Miranda, stand up and bend over my desk,” Chapman instructed as she stood. Miranda’s heart dropped. 

“Another spanking?” she moaned as she stood. 

“No, I want to see how your bottom has healed.” Miranda went forward and bent over the desk, sticking her butt out for inspection. Chapman inspected it - still all red and a little swollen. She rubbed it for her. “A perfectly punished bottom. You may not sit comfortably for the next few days. But I hope you know why I punished you.”

“Yes Sister…”

“Good. Now you may place your skirt back on and leave detention.”

“Can I have my underwear back?”

“Those inappropriate things? No. You’re to get appropriate panties from the school wardrobe immediately. Now go, and don’t think I won’t take you back in here and punish you again if I have to.”

Miranda stood up and put her skirt back on, collected her things and left. She entered the hall rubbing her ass through her skirt, sore and angry from her ordeal. She looked at her phone and saw a missed call from the chief. She quickly called back. 

“Pine?! Good news!” the chief said. 

“What’s that?” Miranda asked, doubting it. 

“We got our connection!”

“What?”

“We got our connection! It wasn’t a girl named Alison Glimley. It was a girl named Addison Grimby. She’s 42 and works at Walmart. It was a whole communication blunder but we busted her. It’s all over now. You can get out of that silly school now.”

Miranda saw red - as red as her butt. She was in the wrong place looking for the wrong person. 

“GRRRR FUCKKKK!” she screamed, throwing her phone - it hit a locker and bounced off, past Miranda, hitting something with a THUD! followed by a familiar voice yelling “Ouch!” Miranda had a heart attack as she slowly turned and saw a furious Sister Chapman standing there. 

“Out of detention for 5 minutes and on your phone during school hours, cursing and throwing things? I see my first spanking didn’t teach you throughly enough…” she grabbed Miranda by the ear and began dragging her back to detention. 

“No! NO!” Miranda cried, trying and struggling to escape. 

“Maybe a full 2 hours of getting spanked will teach you properly. We’ll start with 50 strokes of the cane and move on from there,” she said out loud as she walked Miranda into the room of torture again. Miranda begged and cried to no avail as the detention door slammed shut and locked her in the room with the angry nun. 

Miranda was never sure if there was a heaven, but she knew for sure that hellfire existed - and for the next 2 hours, she felt as close as one could get to the heat of the 

as the angry woman of Christ brought the burns of the fires of hell on to her bare ass.