Private Rooms
Paulina puts her head round the bathroom door – seeing it’s empty she stealthily enters, closing the door quietly behind her.
She is attracted to the various bottles and jars neatly arranged on the glass shelves and opens one or two – sniffing appreciatively at the contents.
Advancing across the room, she shrugs off her dressing gown; letting it fall in a heap on the bathroom floor and steps into the bath. Sitting down in the warm scented water, she heaves a happy contented sigh.
Her reverie is destroyed when Headmaster Tom comes into the bathroom and is amazed to find her sitting in his bath – in his private rooms.
Telling her to stand up and bend down holding on to the side of the bath, he rummages in a drawer for a leather strap. Bringing the strap down onto her wet bottom, he soon has her wriggling about as the wet belt hurts even more than when it is dry.
Her glistening bottom is very red and sore looking.
Handing her a towel, he tells her to dry herself and then leave his bathroom as clean as it was that morning before she decided to take a bath in his own private rooms.
As she leaves the room, she looks back at the water still in the bath – shrugging her shoulders she closes the door behind her.








































