Break time came and all the children were allowed out to play, except for Katie who was left standing nervously in the corner.

Warning her to stay exactly where she was, Mr Archer, her form teacher, went and collected his coffee from the staff room, bringing it back to the classroom instead of joining the other teachers.

Letting his eyes roam over the little blonde's body, Mr Archer felt a stirring in his trousers. He had chosen to teach this age group of children because he found the little preteen girls to be at their most attractive just as they began to blossom into teens.

He could see Katie moving her weight from leg to leg as she stood facing the wall and realised that she must need to use the toilet. “I told you to stand still,” he told her.

Putting her hand in the air, the young girl waited for her teacher to allow her to speak. When he didn't acknowledge her she began to get desperate and waved her hand about to try and get his attention. By now she was desperate to pee and was holding herself with one hand while she waved the other around but suddenly it was too late and the young girl felt the pee trickle down her legs as she couldn't hold it in anymore.

Her teacher had known how desperate Katie was and hoped that by ignoring her she would end up wetting herself. He knew how humiliating it would be for a girl her age and that it would make her more pliable for what he had planned next.

“Did you want something,” he asked as if he had just noticed her waving?

Looking down at the puddle on the floor and then back up at her teacher Katie burst into tears. She felt so miserable and humiliated at what she had done that she couldn't speak.

“Oh really Katie, I thought that you were past wetting yourself,” Mr Archer told her. “Get yourself into the loo and clean up then fetch a mop back here and clean that mess off my floor.”

He smiled as he watched the young girl walk awkwardly to the toilet, enjoying the control he now felt over her. From the day he first saw her he had fantasised about her and now he began to feel as if he could maybe get away with abusing the lovely little preteen without her complaining.

It was ten minutes before she reappeared with a big wooden mop and started cleaning up the floor. Her teacher watched as her short dress rode up her thighs as she bent over the mop and he enjoyed the views as she worked hard clearing up her own pee.

Once she finished Mr Archer called her over. “Are you still wearing the wet knickers,” He asked her?

Katie's face turned red. “I rinsed them out,” she told him, wringing her hands together in embarrassment that he should question her about her accident.

“I need to be sure that you got it all out, otherwise it could make you sore,” Mr Archer told her. “Lift up your skirt and show me.”

Her face turned even redder as Katie did as she was told. Clasping the hem at the front of her skirt she raised it up so that her teacher could see her panties.

Mr Archer leaned forward as the skirt rose. He couldn't believe his luck that this beautiful little preteen was showing him her knickers. “Lift it higher,” he told her and watched as she lifted her skirt right up to her waist.

“Stand still while I check them,” he told her and reaching forward pulled them down her legs, his eyes glued to the smooth skin and the puffy lips of her pussy. Katie lifted her feet, one at a time, for her teacher to take her panties off. She looked down at the floor, unable to meet her teacher's eyes as her embarrassment grew.

Feeling his cock growing harder by the second, Mr Archer pretended to examine the wet knickers but kept his eyes on the lovely little girl stood in front of him, showing him her charms.

Hearing the bell for the end of playtime, Mr Archer reluctantly tore his eyes from Katie's exposed pussy. “You can let your skirt down now,” her told her watching as her treasure was once again hidden.

The other children noisily entered the classroom and sat at their desks as Mr Archer stuffed the little girl's underwear into his desk. “Go and sit at your desk Katie,” he told her and watched as she sat down at her desk in the front row.

Settling the others down with some work he couldn't keep his eyes off where the young girl's legs showed as she sat at her desk. The dress had ridden up to mid thigh and the knowledge that she had nothing on below it, made his cock strain to escape the confines of his trousers.

As the morning wore on he tried to think of a plan to have his way with the young girl. He knew that she caught the bus home after school so if anything was to happen it had to be at lunchtime.

As the bell for lunch rang Katie stood up and put her books away. “Katie, stay behind,” she heard Mr Archer call and her heart sank.

As she stood in front of Mr Archer's desk her heart pounded. Without her panties she felt very vulnerable as she looked up at her teacher who ignored her as he finished marking some papers.

Mr Archer was in his fifty's and was going bald. A small man known for his quick temper he often reduced the children in his class to tears. He had entered teaching so that he could get close to little girls and he loved the power he held over them. He was never happier than when he could spank a young girl or rap her across the knuckles with a ruler. He knew that such punishment was now banned but such was the fear that he instilled in the children that no one had ever dared to tell on him.

Looking up now he fixed a scowl on his face, as he looked young Katie in the eye. “What am I going to do with you young lady,” he asked?

Knowing better than to reply the young girl dropped her eyes to the floor and looked dejected as she stood before him.

“Well you have a choice,” Mr Archer told her. “You can either accept a punishment from me here and now or you can be sent to see the head teacher. Which is it to be?”

Never having been sent to see the head teacher Katie was scared of that as an option. She had seen Mr Archer spank girls before and since her Mum often spanked her she thought that would be the easier option.

“Well, which is it to be,” he asked.

“You sir,” Katie answered, her voice so quiet he could hardly hear.

“Ok, well bend over my desk and grip the legs on the other side,” he ordered and watched as the lovely young girl laid herself across his desk, her feet on the floor on one side and her hands gripping the top of the legs on the other.

Walking in front of her the teacher picked up a ruler, letting her see it before he slowly walked back out of sight again. Now Katie was worried. She had been spanked before but never had she been beaten with a ruler or anything other than a hand.

“Ok, now stay still,” she heard her teacher order and then felt her dress being lifted until it was clear of her bum and laying across her back.

The teacher stared for a few moments at the preteen girl's lovely bum and legs, as she lay bent across his desk. Her legs were slightly parted and between them he could see the swelling of her immature sex lips. Positioning himself alongside her he raised the ruler and brought it down hard against the right cheek of her bottom.

As her bottom exploded in pain Katie jumped up and danced around holding her bottom as she did so. Mr Archer felt great satisfaction at the pain he had caused her and had trouble keeping the scowl on his face.

“Get back in position now,” he shouted at her. “If you move again I will tie you to the desk.”

Quickly getting back across the desk Katie felt her dress being lifted again as her teacher examined his handiwork. The vivid red mark from the ruler stood out on the little girl's pale white bum and as he ran his fingers across it he felt Katie shiver beneath his touch.

Raising the ruler again he slashed it down across her other cheek and was rewarded with a loud yelp and the sight of the young girl dancing around the classroom again holding her bum in both hands.

Waiting until she had calmed down a little, the teacher feigned anger. “Get back across the desk now,” he shouted as he fetched several lengths of string from the cupboard in the corner of the class.

As Katie lay back down across the desk she felt her teacher grasp each of her wrists and tie them to the legs of the desk. “That should stop you jumping up every time I hit you,” he said as he lifted her skirt and picked up the ruler again.

This time as the ruler cracked across her bum, Katie could only kick her legs and scream in anguish. Still her teacher wasn't satisfied and Katie felt him spreading her legs apart and tying her ankles to the legs of the desk before he pulled her head back by the hair and stuffed an old cloth in her mouth to silence the screams.

Now Katie really was helpless and as the next few blows from the ruler fell on her bum cheeks she could only moan and squirm about in pain.

Again she felt Mr Archers hand stroking across her bum and felt his fingers as he traced the red welts raised by the ruler across each cheek.

Looking up he caught one of the older boys from the school watching through the window. The boy ducked down quickly in an attempt not to be seen but he was too slow.

A smile spread across the teachers face as he realised how he could use this to his own benefit. Giving the helpless young girl two more hard smacks with the ruler that had her little body stiffening in pain, he informed her that he was off to get his coffee and would be back in ten or fifteen minutes.

He heard the young girl's muffled cries as she begged through the rag in her mouth not to be left tied as she was but he just smiled as he left the classroom and circled the building catching the boy who had been spying on him. After giving him some instructions the teacher headed off to fetch his coffee before returning to watch the fun through the classroom window.