The HeadMaster pulled away to stare down at her again, scruitinizing her labia, now virtually glistineng with her fluids. "You wet heavily, Melia," he commented. "I believe you could accommodate very large men with your ability to lubricate so abundantly. . . I believe I will double-check you, Melia. I want to determine your internal, ah, let's say - your assets." Melia's head lifted for a short moment, slightly confused in her emotions, somewhat wanting him to stop, but again, maybe even more of hoping he would surely continue.

The HeadMaster reached back down between her legs and put his fingers back inside her, probing and kneading her, examining her for size of depth and breadth. He found her tight and petite, assets of a perfect young lady. Any man would thoroughly enjoy himself inside her. Meila's body rocked and swayed with his movements until he finished with her.

"Have you tasted the cane, yet, Melia?" he asked as he picked up the hickory stick. "Nuh - no, Sir," she stammered. "Well, I'll give you a reprieve, providing you are able to suck me off properly," he remarked as he tapped her lightly on her legs with his stick. "Are you able to suck me off and have me cum in your mouth?" "Oh, yes, Sir." "Of course, we shall see very shortly." The HeadMaster silently admired the lithe, frail body of the schoolgirl he had in front of him, deciding next to order her into the school's traditional Presentation Position.

"Get up off the bench, Melia. Put it back against the wall. Then bend over, clasp your ankles, and take the Presentation Position," he quietly commanded. "Yes, Sir," she responded as she did what she was told. She presented herself to the HeadMaster, carefully spreading her legs locking her knees. "Your bottom is in shadow, Melia. Turn yourself into the light, and spread your legs wider," he ordered. "I want to see you in a much better light!"