The principal then pulled Jemma's arm behind her back and took her to her desk. "You have been a very naughty girl Jemma. This behavior is enough to get you fired, you know. Especially after I show them the pictures."

"Pictures?" Jemma gasped.

"Yes, Jemma. Pictures. I had the rooms equipped with special security cameras last summer." The Principal smiled. "Now, bend over the desk, Jemma."

"But, Mr. Mason, what if someone should walk in?" Jemma stammered.

"Then you better hurry, before someone does." Mr. Mason was getting impatient.

Jemma bent over slowly, her black skirt rising up over her thighs. Mr. Mason bent his hand around her waist, then with the other hand, lifted the black skirt. He saw the g-string and took a deep breath. Her shapely cheeks pushed out towards him, beckoning him.

He raised his hand and started to spank her behind.