Cassidy grunted as she was roughly shoved against the heavy wooden desk, writhing and squirming futilely in the Headmaster's grasp. She gasped as he leaned over her, the weight of his body grinding her hips against his desk and then suddenly the forms were all there, neat and official with her parent's signatures in crisp black ink on the bottom.<br/><br/>She whimpered softly as he whispered in her ear, warm breath caressing her bare neck. She may have been an unrepentant delinquent but she wasn't stupid. The unspoken implication that 'whatever they deem necessary' carried with it while she was in this compromising position did not escape her.<br/><br/>"Y-you can't...You can't<em> do this</em>!" she insisted, panic rising in her voice as she stubbornly ignored the evidence lying literally right before her eyes.<br/><br/>With her little plaid skirt out of the way the soft, creamy curves of the student's pert buttocks were fully visible to the Headmaster. Nothing but a black lace thong hid the girl's tight little pussy, visible peaking out between  the tops of her bare thighs.<br/><br/>"You can't!" she gasped as he squeezed her soft, firm flesh.<br/><br/>"You can't, you can't, you ca-AAAAH!" Her panicked pleas gave way to a startled, pained cry when the Headmaster's hand connected solidly with her soft, unprotected flesh. She trembled, eyes wide, barely believing what had just happened. Her flawless white skin took on the faintest tint of pink where the first blow hand landed but no words followed.