Jennifer stood quietly in Mr. Chalmers' office and fidgeted. She knew she was in trouble, and going to get a spanking. This would be her fourth spanking. Once, she got caught with a boy. She was spanked soundly, as the boy had his hand up her skirt when they were caught. The other two spankings were for smoking. Jennifer did not feel good, however, about this one. Mrs. Symons was present, and that meant trouble. She had heard some stories about girls who got spanked by Mrs. Symons, and they were not very nice. Worcester Academy permitted spanking of the girls, but only over the skirt, with a witness present, and using a paddle. Jennifer had heard that Mrs. Symons used a small, plastic cane, which was fluted, and spanked the girls nude. "This is her third offence, Mr. Chalmers," said Mrs. Symons. "The girl must be taught a lesson that will stay with her for a very long time. She must think of this every time she chooses to smoke." "Yes, I must agree," said Mr. Chalmers. "You have had the paddle before, girl. Have you ever had anything on the bare?" "No, Sir," whimpered Jennifer. Mrs. Symons went behind the desk and picked up the cane. It was roughly four feet long, and thin. There was a handle or grip of some sort on one end. From the middle to the other end was some sort of fluted plastic. Jennifer winced and curled her toes when she got a look at it. Mrs. Symons put the business end of the cane on Jennifer's leg, at knee level. She then lifted the cane up above Jennifer's hip, hiking her navy school skirt as she did so. Mrs. Symons did not stop until the cane was at waist level. The hiked skirt revealed a package of Marlboro Lights snugly tucked into Jennifer's panty. "You see," said Mrs. Symons, "the girls hide them in their underwear. They think we will not discover them. A bit of investigation is all that it takes." "Yes," said Mr. Chalmers. "I had never thought of looking there. Of course," he said laughingly, "I would not be permitted." "Off with the skirt, girl, and quickly!" commanded Mrs. Symons. "And the shoes and socks as well." Jennifer undid her skirt and folded it over the back of the chair. Then she removed her shoes and knee socks, placing the socks in the shoes and underneath the chair. "Center of the room, girl! Hands on your head!" shouted Mrs. Symons. Jennifer stood in the center of the room with her hands on her head. She bit her lip and shifted her weight back and forth on her feet. "Clever, very clever indeed," said Mr. Chalmers. "Keeping the cigarettes on the left hip, and the lighter on the right. Of course, Mrs. Symons, that way no telltale lump would show." "Yes, they think they are so clever, these youngsters," said Mrs. Symons. "And, when they are forty or so, and hacking and wheezing their lungs and hearts out, their cleverness manifests itself." Mrs. Symons now moved very quickly. She reached inside Jennifer's panty and removed first the lighter, and then the cigarettes. Jennifer gasped as she did so. Mrs. Symons displayed a sly, very evil smile at Jennifer's reaction. "I'll have the blouse as well, Jennifer. Remove it and place it with your other clothing," ordered Mrs. Symons. Jennifer slowly unbuttoned her blouse, neatly folding it and placing it over her skirt. She then returned to the center of the room, placing her hands on her head. Jennifer shivered a bit, and shifted on her feet. She was quite embarrassed, standing there in front of the two teachers in only her bra and panty. " Mrs. Symons, is it really necessary to go this far, having her humiliated this much?" queried Mr. Chalmers. "Yes," responded Mrs. Symons. "She must be taught a severe lesson." Mrs. Symons gently tapped the cane on Jennifer's bottom. Then she proceeded to rub it over her backside. She was teasing and exploring, taking delight in Jennifer's squirming as the cane gently rubbed about the bottom. "Now, Jennifer," said Mrs. Symons, "you must be taught a severe lesson. I suspect you will remember this for a long, long time. Remove your panties and go lean on the desk." Jennifer quickly removed her panties, blushing a very deep red. She felt quite humiliated, clad in only her bra. She then leaned on the desk, her legs tightly held together. Mrs. Symons gently rubbed the cane over Jennifer's upraised backside. "Spread your legs quite wide, Jennifer," said Mrs. Symons. Jennifer gasped a bit, and then cried a little. She spread her legs quite far apart. Her tears were from humiliation. She knew they would soon mingle with tears of pain. Mrs. Symons gently rubbed with the cane over Jennifer's backside. She slowly rolled the cane, almost caressing the girl's bare bottom. She grinned, taking a great deal of pleasure in the fact that the girl was so humiliated and exposed. Mrs. Symons was enjoying it to the fullest. Mr. Chalmers felt a bit uncomfortable with the whole episode. He knew, however, it was for the best. Besides, he was quite hard watching the whole affair. He would pleasure Mrs. Chalmers a great deal tonight. Mrs. Symons rubbed a bit more, and then brought the cane down on Jennifer's backside in two short, sharp strokes. She smiled as she saw two faint red lines appear. "Ow!" cried Jennifer, jumping up and rubbing. "That really stung, Mrs. Symons!" "Now, get back down there, Jennifer, and stay down!" commanded Mrs. Symons. "I will do the rubbing, or else you will get twenty strokes instead of ten. Understood?" "Yes, Mrs. Symons," responded Jennifer. Jennifer was gasping from the sting, and she leaned back down. She felt as if her whole backside was on fire, and the fire was burning deeply. She leaned forward and tried to brace for more. Mrs. Symons parted Jennifer's thighs with the cane, and then gently rubbed it over Jennifer's bottom. After a few gentle rubs with the cane, Mrs. Symons delivered two more quick whacks. Jennifer gasped, bit her lip, and fought back some more tears. Her backside was stinging and burning. She shivered, and then she felt the hand of Mrs. Symons softly rubbing on her bottom. The rub felt nice, and she relaxed a bit. This was a mistake. Mrs. Symons quickly delivered two more strokes with the cane in sharp succession. Jennifer gasped, cried out, and the tears flowed. Her backside was on fire. The heat was going all the way through her bottom, her thighs, and right down to her most tender of places. And, to make the humiliation worse, Jennifer was wet. "Now," Mrs. Symons said, quite calmly, "You have gotten six. You have four more coming. Are you learning to enjoy smoking, Jennifer?" "No, Mrs. Symons," gasped out Jennifer. "I will not smoke anymore. I promise that." "No, I am quite certain you will not," said Mrs. Symons. "These last four will be the hardest. Then you will be finished." Jennifer leaned forward and wiggled a little trying to make the pain go away. She was completely unprepared for the next two with the cane. The burn was insane! Jennifer felt as if her whole midsection were on fire. And her pussy was tingling! She cried loudly, the tears coming freely. The pain and the humiliation were too much for her. She bit her lip, closed her eyes, and waited for the last two strokes. Mrs. Symons smiled. This girl was divine. She was shaking and twitching like a leaf in the wind. And Mrs. Symons could see the wetness between Jennifer's legs. Mrs. Symons quickly let go with the two final strokes. They were hard and fast, raising lovely red stripes. Jennifer gasped, and then the tears flowed freely. She lay across the desk shaking all over. "Now," commanded Mrs. Symons, "go to the center of the room, Jennifer, and stand, hands on head. Be smart about it." Jennifer rose from the desk and slowly shuffled to the center of the room. She put her hands on her head. Tears of pain and humiliation flowed from her eyes. And her mound was well lubed, for all to see. "You will stand there for fifteen minutes," commanded Mrs. Symons, "and contemplate your smoking habit." Jennifer stood in the center of the room, shaking all over. The fifteen minutes seemed like an eternity. But she had stopped sniffling, and the shaking had stopped. She had suddenly come to the realization she was dressed only in a bra, and blushed bright red. "There will be no more smoking." Correct, girl?" queried Mr. Chalmers. "Yes, Sir," responded Jennifer. She could not decide whether she was more aroused or embarrassed by this whole affair. The two teachers left after ten minutes. Jennifer stood there for five more, then very slowly dressed and made her way to her dorm room.