Only proper young ladies were schooled at Lydia Hyman’s School for Young Women.  How they were schooled was being a problem for Mistress Amanda at the moment.  As she brushed her long auburn hair up out of the way, discipline was utmost on her mind.  Proper deportment was a strict standard and young Katana was showing herself to be impertinent and unruly of late.  If it continued, Katana’s acceptance into Bryn Maur would be revoked and wouldn’t that be humiliating for both Katana and Lydia Hyman’s School for Young Women!  and for Mistress Amanda.  This was unacceptable.  “What is a teacher to do to keep such a promising student in line with the rules and demands of such a school?” she thought, as she stretched her long legs from her perch on her desk.  She took another drag from her cigarette as she pondered her options.  Clever Katana would be here in a few minutes for her “conference”. 
It had all started this morning when Mistress Amanda had been explaining how ancient men had worshipped at the feet of the goddess with enthusiasm and devotion. 

Miss Katana had impertinently suggested that perhaps using her glasses could help the teacher see things differently.  Twice this week she’d resorted to the nun’s technique of rapping Katana’s soft knuckles with a ruler. Miss Katana was  3 minutes late. She’d stopped to get an apple to smooth things over but then she couldn’t decide what colour would be best- traditional red or green to match mistress’s eyes. Such a bothersome decision.  Katana scrutinized each apple with a discerning eye.  She took both.   It was already 3:30.  She’d have to hustle .She was fresh-faced but breathless when she arrived at the classroom.  She’d run so hard and it was so warm out – it was Arizona after all.  Her blue school blazer made her little white blouse stick to the curves of her skin.  Her wool  skirt chafed her thighs.  But Katana was nothing if not tough so she took a deep breath and went in to the lion(ess)’s den. Mistress Amanda was a very good teacher and could be quite sweet at times. This wasn’t one of those times. “Perhaps now is the time for a peace  apple”  thought Katana as she shyly held out her offering.  A little bitch puppy with big brown eyes. “You think to bribe me with fruit?” was the cold reply.  “You are late!  You have kept me waiting.”

Katana mumbled an apology as Mistress Amanda  launched in to a list of Katana’s short comings for the week from her tardiness to her repeated  and enthusiastic impertinence to her poor posture to her skirt being to short.“I can’t help it” the schoolgirl sighed, trying to look abject. “’Can’t help it.’ I’ll help you do something about it”, scolded the teacher as she grabbed the student by one of the ponytails that made her look like a helpless puppy and quickly and deftly put the startled Katana over her knee. In a flash Mistress Amanda had the wooden ruler across Katana’s panties.  She couldn’t help noticing what nice cheeks. When Mistress Amanda was finished, Katana tried to acquit herself of the poor posture charges by balancing a book on her head.  She did this very well but smugly.  Mistress Amanda was tolerating no smugness.  Quick as a cat she snatched the book from her head and had Katana bent over the desk and ready for more spanking, this time with the book – to begin with. After the last THWACK teacher and student were both breathing hard.  Mistress let the student sit up for a discussion of her repentance.  Mistress Amanda had hardly ruffled her prim white blouse and the seams of her stockings were still straight.  Miss Katana how ever had wiggled a button loose on her tight white blouse and her pink sore cheeks made her sit in an unladylike manner. 

Or perhaps there were other reasons for not sitting primly.  Mistress Amanda didn’t mention the lack of decorum.  She was gazing at the curves showing thru Katana’s open blouse. Like ripening peaches bursting forth in summer- such a juicy treat on a hot day.Mistress Amanda did not see the calculating expression on Katana’s face as the schoolgirl sighed deeply making another button pop open.  Such a tempting sight!  This was fruit worthy of a tribute to Teacher, and pretty little Katana knew it. Mistress Amanda reluctantly withdrew her hand and averted her lascivious eyes and found herself looking at red cherries on white panties on…..   “Even juicier fruit”, thought Mistress Amanda.  But she was nagged by the question of false labeling.  Most young women Katana’s age were well beyond cherries. After all, there had been those two young studs from Peter Bentley College found in the broom closet with Miss Katana at the Spring Promenade and a few other bits of circumstantial evidence in her dormitory.  She had to know!“Bend over the desk.”
Katana gave her a curious look that didn’t quite hide a gleam in her eye. Pretty white panties with scarlet trim shone up at Mistress as she picked up her scissors to uncover this mystery.  Katana wriggled like a puppy with anticipation, a hidden smile on herface. 

Mistress really had to know what succulent fruit might truly be under there.  But then images of Audrey Hepburn and Shirley MacLaine came to mind  and she ordered Katana to the floor. This little tart would not be Mistress Amanda’s undoing – not today anyway. In her frustration she commanded the offering of the apple. Katana had completely forgotten the apples that had made her late. Confused but obedient and submissive she presented the tribute to the teacher.With all the pent up frustration Mistress Amanda impaled the bright shiny apple with her heel.  It gave way with satisfying resistance.  The thwarted Mistress Amanda was still not satisfied though.  Katana’s big brown eyes showed shock and dismay instead of their usual mischievousness or other more languorous looks that Mistress would have preferred.   Before those astonished brown eyes, she ground the apple to a juicy mush.  This was as juicy as things would get today, alas. Expressing the last of her frustration Mistress Amanda yanked the younger Katana up by her pigtail and banished her from the room. No doubt the incorrigible Miss Katana would be back for more discipline.  And then…perhaps…