Treason doth never prosper

Miss Margaret Dobbins entered the classroom and gave the students a strict and a careful look. This was her first lesson with this group, and over the years of teaching she had learned that there is no second chance to make a first impression, so she wanted to immediately notice those who would need to be watched closely. And she immediately noticed a tall buxom blonde, who's leather waistcoat and denim mini-skirt were clearly standing out from other student's outfits. And that's not even mentioning her downright provocative hairstyle. Miss Dobbins frowned slightly and ran her eyes down the list of students before taking roll call.Having thus become acquainted with her students, she turned her gaze again to the potential rebel.

"Gertrude Mitchell, stand up!" she said strictly.

"Yes, Miss Dobbins?" Gertie obediently rose from her desk.

Miss Dobbins looked at her from head to toe in silence.

“After class, please come into my office,” she said meaningfully and allowed Gertie to sit at her desk. After that, Miss Dobbins once again looked around the room with a stern gaze, noticing how the students began to exchange cautious glances and whisper among themselves. She tapped the table with a ruler meaningfully and began the lecture.

After the lecture, Gertie, followed with the curious and mocking glances of her classmates, went to the head teacher’s office. Right after she walked in and closed the door behind her, Miss Dobbins rose from the table and looked at her again with a critical eye.

"Gertrude, would you care to explain to me what all this means?" she asked sternly.

"I have no idea, what do you mean." Gertie shrugged.

"You know perfectly well what I mean, Gertrude," Miss Dobbins said sternly. "Your appearance does not comply with the college dress code, and you know it. What is the matter? Do you wish to defy the college regulations?"

"And so what?" Gertie replied arrogantly "I'm dressed quite decently, and there's nothing in the rules about haircuts. Only about neatness. And I have not troubles with that."

"The college dress code requires students and faculty to wear formal style, Gertrude. Your style does not fit this requirement at all." Miss Dobbins shook her finger at the girl. "And since you decided to challenge the rules, you should also know that it contains a list of punishments for those who do not comply with it." Miss Dobbins put her chair in front of the table. "Since the rules leave the choice of punishment to the discretion of the teachers, I think you are deserving a good spanking, Gertrude."

Gertie unintentionally stepped back.

"A spanking?!" she instinctively covered her bottom with her hands.

"Yes, Gertrude," Miss Dobbins nodded, "a spanking. And you'd better not to argue and accept your punishment with dignity." she took the girl to the chair, sat down and put her across her knees. "For the first time I think this will be enough." at these words she took a large black oval hairbrush from the table. "Hold still!" Miss Dobbin's hand lay down on Gertie's shoulders, pushing her firmly against the teacher's knees. Gertie closed her eyes. With a loud clap the hairbrush heavily landed across her plump buttocks. Gertie screamed from the sharp pain, but immediately bit her tongue. She swore herself to take her punishment without any sound to prove to Miss Dobbins, that she has a right to have her own style. But Miss Dobbins surely was a professional, so it didn't take a long for Gertie to start not just moaning and even screaming in pain after each painful spank, but even squirming over teacher's lap and kicking. Soon the young rebel was struggling and kicking, bawling loudly and begging for mercy, but Miss Dobbins only pushed her tighter to her knees, continuing the punishment.

When Gertie was already pretty sure, that her poor bottom became a one big bruise, Miss Dobbins finally stopped the punishment. She put the hairbrush away and stroked the back of Gertie's head.

"I think, this is enough for you, Gertrude. For the first time." she said sternly but not cruel. "But keep in mind: if I ever see you again at my lecture or just in the corridor during class hours dressed like this, this punishment will feel like a light tickle in comparison. Now go. And you'd better to hurry - according to the rules, being late for classes also entails a spanking.

Gertie jumped up from the teacher's knees and started jumping in place, clutching her burning bottom. About a minute she was dancing this dance of pain in front of the teacher, bawling and weeping bitterly. Then she finally put herself together and left head teacher's office, rubbing her terrible sore bottom carefully.

"Treason doth never prosper, what’s the reason?" suddenly asked Miss Dobbins, stopping at the doorstep.

"For if it prosper, none dare call it Treason." replied Gertie, blushing.