Miss Birch held a neutral expression on her face all the while, just watching Beckie strip naked without seeming to care either way. However, that only lasted until Rebecca was naked and standing there, asking where she should bend over. Because when those words were asked, a thin smile crossed her mouth, sadistic glee apparent in her eyes.

"Out in the staff room."

Leather strap in hand, she gestured to the door.

"If you're lucky, nobody will be out there. But maybe they will - or possibly someone will come out and see partway through. Still, it's better than the other idea I had, which was that you would squat over the bristly stool here, then bend forward, let them really scrape against your tender places while suffering under the strap... so really, I'm doing you a favour."

Beckie's face fell at Miss Birch's words. She was past the point of begging, she was going to the headmistress's bitch for the rest of the day and it was going to hurt, but she'd never considered being punished publicly, in her cool, professional athlete's facade being broken forever in front of other teachers or her fellow classmates. "Please no Miss Birch!"

But there was the slightest smile on the headmistress' lips now and Beckie knew nothing said would persuade her. She eyed the dreadful stool and considered laying over it in defiance of Miss Birch and maybe receive her punishment that way, but since the count was so high even with Beckie naked, she didn't dare invite more.

With a stifled sob, Beckie crossed her arms over her breasts and marched out into the staff room, pushing the door out of her way aggressively. She gasped at the sight of two teachers at their desks, and one other girl a blue-eyed pretty Brunette prefect by the name of Naomi. All three looked up from what they'd be doing upon Beckie storming naked into the staff room. She would have turned about and retreated but Miss birch was already entering the room, blocking the nearest exit.

Beckie moaned in embarrassment.

Everyone else turned to stare, mouths open in surprise. Yes, the headmistress had made it clear (to staff) that she would be busy punishing a student the entire day and thus was not to be disturbed, but that didn't mean she gave any details. And as for students, they were completely in the dark, even prefects. So nobody expected to see an almost-nude Beckie there, though when Miss Birch stepped behind her, strap in hand, that answered most questions that were on their lips.

"Go on. You can stop covering up, hands at your sides, dear. Walk up into the middle of the room, then you can turn around slowly, spread your legs nice and wide - keep your toes turned inwards please - and bend over with your palms resting flat on the table."

The table in question was quite a low one, a glass-topped coffee table near the couch. After all, the staff room was where most of the teachers went for lunch, so it served as a lounge room of sorts. There were a few magazines and a newspaper there already, but nothing quite so interesting as a naked girl bending over. Her hands would soon be the most noteworthy thing on that table, and thanks to its low height, her bottom would be the highest point, thrust out on offer.

The teachers still looked rather shocked, although Naomi had adapted faster than them: the prefect's expression had changed to a cruel smirk, and she quickly stepped over to the table and cleared everything off, placing them in a neat pile on the couch before stepping back. A persistent brown-noser, always willing to help.

Somehow, the audience's surprised reactions made the whole thing more humiliating for Beckie, she'd preferred they'd already known, now she felt like a unfortunate as well as a nuisance, inconveniencing everyone in the staff room with her nudity and misery. Well everyone except Naomi, the pretty little brunette cleaned the table off quickly and did all but offer it to Beckie with a flourish.

Groaning, Beckie walked the length of the room, and never before had a simple staff room seemed to stretch so far ahead of her. She arrived at the table and stopped shuddering, dreadfully aware of every set of eyes upon her, realizing what a sight she must already look with a well thrashed backside that still bore the pockmarks from the rug, and then she sniffled a little as she bent over. How many lashes would she be getting?

The table was smooth and slippery under her sweaty palms, and as she heard Miss Birch's shoes clack on the surface, she hastened to get in proper position. She spread her muscular legs so they were parallel with the table's legs and then turned her toes inward a action that tensed the res of her body, her face now gazing down at a ghostly reflection of her tear stained face, her breasts dangling in the air, her backside spread and thrust up for the coming thrashing.

She sobbed in shame and thought she heard a snicker...

Naomi covered her mouth. She didn't want to say anything, that moment was just too good to risk it. As much fun as it would be to taunt Beckie - later perhaps - she knew drawing attention to her presence might lead to a pointed suggestion she finish her business and leave. Instead, she was just going to stand and watch as Beckie thrust her red bottom up, the position causing her cheeks to flare out and reveal all of her charms to everyone in the room.

All too soon, Miss Birch was behind her - or rather, to the side. She wasn't blocking the view, and besides, she'd need to stand to the side in order to swing the strap. The strap that was even then being pressed up against the girl's naked backside, just giving her a taste of its rigidity, weight and rough texture. In case she had any illusions about it being a mild implement, those were dispelled all too soon even before the strapping began.

"Right, I believe it is seventy. You needn't count these, we'll be here all day if I measure them out and wait for you to speak."

And with that, she began, reaching back before walloping the hard leather across the girl's rump, her cheeks briefly flattening and rippling beneath the impact.

Beckie had only been strapped twice in her life and both times less then a dozen strokes! It was a terrible punishment somewhere between the penetrating whippiness of a leather belt, and the area impact of a paddle. It was a horrid, painful form of punishment and she'd never received it from someone who wielded the implement with as much skill as the devious Miss Birch, just seeing her ready the strap as she crossed over to where Beckie was bending caused the younger woman to start to sweat and whimper in anticipation.

"No please Miss Birch..." She whined when she pronounced the count seventy. SEVENTY? How could she stand for it? And what further punishment awaited her if she didn't? On top of that to have witnesses, one of them her peer. It was all too cruel! The first crack of the leather over her already sore backside caused her to nearly fall over. And as the punishment began in earnest, Beckie found whatever pain tolerance she had been relying on had all but evaporated in the light of the shame and severity of the strapping.

Witch each strike of the strap, Beckie's whole body was in motion, her large round buttocks flattening and rippling, her hips shaking in pain after the strike, her legs and ankles shivering as nerves and emotion ran through her, her head shaking wildly from side to side, flinging sweat and tears down on the glass table below her. She was an incredibly pitiful if not also an unavoidably erotic sight. Each strike sent her lurching forward with a cry or whimper of protest, every strike darkening the red blush on her ripe buttocks, soon matching stripes began to appear on her thighs as well, causing her to clench her body and wail out in protest.

A part of her mind was aware of the horrid display she was putting on, but she was unable to stop it. from the twentieth strike of the strap onward she was in a heaving, howling delirium of pain and shame. She squealed apologies, begged forgiveness to Miss Birch, to the school, to her parents her weren't even present, and bawled her eyes out. But nothing stopped the strapping or dampened Miss Birch's resolve.