Miss Adams ordered Corrina to sit at her desk.

Corrina did as she was told.

There are few things more persuasive than a sore bottom, The Teacher thought as she placed some work books on Corrina's desk.

"Well, get to work, little miss, you will not be going home until you have finished your work." Miss Adams tapped her cane on the desk right in front of Corrina to reinforce her point. Sure enough, Corrina had her head down, a posture which Miss Adams liked, even though it hid the girl's appealing face. Your head will be down alot in the future Miss Gladstein. Even as Corrina sat there, dilligently working, Miss Adams was making plans for the Gladstein pretty. These plans had a strong emphasis on discipline, but Miss Adams had more than that in mind, much more in fact. In her cupboard she had much more than this cane. Even if Corrina improved in her schoolwork, Miss Adams would raise the bar and make the girl sweat for every improvement. She would own and control Corrina.

As Miss Adams thought, she recalled her four proven principles of disciplne:
1. Punishment
2. Humiliation
3. Domination
4. Total Control over the Subordinate

Sure enough, Corrina handed in her work. Miss Adams smiled benevolently. "Good. But of course the proof is in the pudding."
"Yes, Ma'am", Corrina replied nervously.
"Bottom still sore, Miss Gladstein?"
"It's fine, ma'am", Corrina replied, then immediately realised her foolishness, for her reflexive answer was an instinctive lie; her bottom was still hurting.
"Miss Gladstein, your bottom should be sore. Bend over! Touch your toes!"
"But, but..." Corrina pleaded, to no avail.

Miss Adams lifted the girl's skirt, exposing her joyous ass.

Three strikes on the bum, each one drawing a satisfying yelp from Corrina. Miss Adams could not help but lick her lips at the enjoyment.

But it did not end there, Corrina had to stay in that humiliating position, panties exposed, while Teacher circled her, tapping the cane in her hands and "assessing" her pupil. Miss Adams noted the panties were a different shade at the crotch, and smiled wickedly. Excellent!

Miss Adams told the aching girl to stand up, "Tomorrow, you will stop off at home and you will wear your casual clothes, however you will also bring your uniform. In order to put you right I must be able to assess all aspects of you, is that understood, Miss Gladstein?"

"Yes, ma'am."

The next day, Miss Adams barely paid attention to Corrina in class, except for her previous night's work being handed to her, that is.

In red lettering, in the margins, in bright red ink...
4/10, MEDIOCRE. I WILL ATTEND TO THIS TONIGHT, AND DON'T FORGET MY REQUIREMENTS; YOUR CASUAL CLOTHES AND UNIFORM.

Corrina gulped. The way Miss Adams looked at her filled her with dread.