Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Quarter/New Policy/Kittie/Lesson

You don't want to go light for her punishment. If you can get her on a middle infraction, it will mean you can escalate should she get sent to your office again. You just need her to talk back at you a little more.

"Now then, what is an appropriate punishment for tardiness?" You muse aloud. "You've already talked back so much, maybe I should just give you the full punishment."

"No! Please! I'm really sorry sir! I didn't mean to..." She begins begging. You have to cut her off here.

"Well, one way or another, you just crossed the line there young lady. I did tell you that talking back to me would make your punishment worse, and it just got worse. First, take off that sweater you are wearing." Considering her age and the bagginess of that sweater, you had some suspicion it wasn't just to keep herself warm.

"I... I was apologizing!"

"You were begging and trying to change my decision." You tell her. "That is disrespecting my authority. Now, if I have to come over and take your shirt off for you, you will be loosing a lot more than just your shirt, ."

Kittie let out a small whimper-like grunt and hesitantly brought her hands down to the hem of her shirt and lifted it slowly over her head. She held it in front of her chest for a while, also hesitating to remove her arms as she gave you a timid questioning "do I have to?" type look. Under your gaze, she seemed to have caught on that the answer to that question is "absolutely yes," and, with a defeated expression, she slipped the garment down her arms and held her sweat shirt in her lap.

She was now in a T-shirt. It was a modest T-shirt that covered her rather well, but it was also a girl's T-shirt which meant that it was tight enough on her body to show off her relatively modest curves. Actually, you wouldn't have really even noticed if it weren't for the sight of her bra strap at her neckline. You had figured she was an early bloomer and had started to develop breasts that was making her so nervous, but you had honestly expected more than this.

"I thought so," you continue on undeterred. "Ok, show me your breasts." You tell her.

"What!?" She questions.

"You heard me, take off your shirt and your bra, and show me your breasts. I'm going to be taking your bra when we're done, but if you do what I tell you then you might be able to keep your shirt when you leave here." You've been getting more blatant in your threats and manipulations after that first week. You are starting to wonder about how this power and having your way with all these girls might have been going to your head.

Kittie, for her part, seems to comply rather quickly this time and throws off her shirt and bra, revealing her small little mounds that are not even a handful.

Now then...

• That should be enough, let her put (only) her T-shirt on and go Request: --MrPib (talk) 05:30, 18 September 2019 (UTC) She's traumatized enough
• Have her remove her panties as well
• Have her strip completely naked for you
• Have her come sit in your lap