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A school principal tries to discipline a slutty new student

It was late afternoon when I caught them fucking in the basement. Carlos the custodian had his shirt off and his pants around his ankles. He had the girl pinned to the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, her blonde hair and her red plaid skirt bouncing as he pumped into her. I stayed hidden. School was out. There should’ve been no one here except Carlos and sometimes myself. They obviously thought they were alone the way the girl was making so much noise. Oh, I recognized the girl. She was that transfer student doing her last year at my high school. People had commented on the fact that she wears plaid skirts and ties to school even though there were no uniforms here. Bianca was her name.

She dismounted him and dropped to the floor in a quick motion like she’s done this before. She squatted in front of him, her head leaning on the wall, her fingers wrapped around his cock, opening her mouth to let him in. He grabbed the wall like he was under arrest and worked his cock into her mouth. I could hear her all the way from where I was, gulping and slurping and just sucking away. My God, she was so into it. She pulled him out to bathe his dick with her wet tongue. Now he was getting loud, facing the ceiling, yelling like fucking Tarzan. He suddenly turned back down to her and grabbed his cock.

“I’m coming!” he was yelling. No shit. He squirted his cum onto her pink cheeks, her blonde hair, and some on her hands which she held up to catch any cum that might fall on the floor. I scoffed. What is she, an aspiring porn star? When he was done grunting and ejaculating, he grabbed the wall again to recover, while she quietly mopped up whatever cum was left on his dick with that slithery tongue of hers. He watched, enjoying the show. She even picked some up with her finger and put in her mouth and then popped her finger out of her mouth in a cute way.

When he started to touch her head tenderly, I had enough.

“What the fuck are you guys doing?” I yelled at them as they scrambled. He jumped away from her and nearly tripped over his own pants. She shot up quick pulling the hem of her skirt down. I could see her eyes darting around looking for her panties.

“Dr. Green, I, uh, I,” he began stammering, looking at me and then her and then the floor and then me again. He finally got his pants back on, but no shirt. He ran to it and started putting it on. He also grabbed his broom as if I’d let him just get back to work. Idiot.

The girl, on the other hand, had a slight smile on her face.

“You think this is funny, young lady?” I said.

“I’m sorry, Principal Green. Ma’am.” She shrugged. She wiped her chin and gave Carlos an amused look.

“I could expel you for this. And you just got here. Is this what they taught you at your old school? How to be a fucking slut?”

“No,” she said, losing her smile and staring at me a little shocked.

“Then wipe that fucking grin off your face. Go up to my office right now. Wait there.”

Bianca nodded and strolled towards me as if she were on a catwalk. She grabbed her panties off the floor and continued to the stairs. At the top of the flight, she stopped to look back at us. Was she concerned about Carlos? I gave her a sideways glance. She was looking at me. Then she rolled her eyes and continued up.

I crossed my arms, glaring at Carlos. He had such a look of weakness on his face.

“I could fire you, you dumb fuck. I could have you arrested.” I thought about what else I could say while he stood there, eyes down, nodding, practically crying. “I could squash you like a bug, you know that? Hell, I could have you deported.”

“Hey, I’m not illegal!” He looked at me angrily.

“Get the fuck back to work.”

Bianca was standing in front of my desk when I got up there. I was about to start admonishing her when I noticed her hand. She was still holding the panties. I cocked my head at her as if to say, “Really?” She bit her lip and then bent down to put her panties on. She had a whole sob story ready for me: No father, an overworked mother, a pervy stepdad, a cheating boyfriend, no friends, kids bullying her, having to move to get away from mean girls. She even threw in a sick dog. I’m not sure how much of it I believed. I’m not sure how much I even heard so distracted I was looking her legs. You just don’t see girls with bare legs that much in this school. Leggings, sure. Skinny jeans and skinny pants, of course. But short skirts with bare legs from mid-thigh down to her ankles with white socks and Mary Janes? I told her to come in tomorrow for Saturday detention. She tried to protest but I insisted. She agreed, gave me a look before walking away.

I’d have to use my time with her tomorrow wisely. To break that attitude problem. I’ve done it before. I’ve reduced jocks to whimpering pansies begging for a second chance to graduate. I knew I could handle her.

Yet it weighed on my mind. I didn’t go home just yet. I knew my husband was probably out with Tam, this young Filipina student from the college he teaches at, that he’s been enjoying lately. We haven’t made love in months. But it was Friday and I usually had my own fling. I drove a few miles from the school to meet up with him. I knew there was no way either of us would enjoy it after today. I went anyway.

I knocked on the door of his apartment. Carlos opened the door with a sheepish grin on his face.

“What the hell were you thinking?” I said, marching in strong.

He slammed the door hard making me jump. He charged towards me in a determined walk. I flinched a little as he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me against the wall.

“You know I’m a fucking dog,” he growled into my ear as he began tearing at my clothes. I leaned back letting him pull my blouse apart and yank down my pencil skirt. I staggered a little, taken by his force. He grabbed at my breasts before turning me around violently to rip open the bra. I had my hands on the wall, practically cowering the way I usually do. This is usually my favorite part. He got the bra off and was reaching around to grope my breasts. I reached behind me to grab his face and pull it towards me. I waited for him to say it. He was too busy ripping at my pantyhose. And I do mean ripping. I could hear the rip and it turned me on even more. Fucking beast. I started whimpering. Now he was gunning for the panties. He better not rip those—those were pricey. He just grabbed a handful and yanked them down. I was wonderfully exposed now. Fully bare and vulnerable. I spread my legs further just to feel the draft between my legs, my pussy free of all inhibitions, all restrictions. His face came back to me while his hands pillaged.

“You like that, bitch?”

Yes! He said it. I licked at him, not quite getting him but determined. I tried to reach his face, but he had a handful of my hair and was making it hurt.

“Kiss me!” I said but he only moved away.

“Beg me for it,” he said.

Before I could say anything, he was spanking my ass. I was getting weak-kneed. When he’d rest his dry hand on my ass it felt like rough bristles. And when he smacked me, it felt like he was breaking cement. “Ow, ow, ow, ow,” I kept saying while he spanked.

I turned around ready to throw my arms around him, but he pushed me back and pointed to the floor. I nodded and got on all fours. He strolled over to the table and grabbed a belt. I followed him to get my punishment. He sat on the sofa and I continued crawling to get to him. He was opening his pants as I neared him. His tan cock was out.

But not as hard and erect as usual. I stopped a few feet away from him.

“Keep moving, puta,” he said.

But I couldn’t. I sat up. Then I stood up. He looked confused and looked at his dick and then at me, wondering why I wasn’t sucking yet. I sighed.

“What the fuck were you doing with that little teenybopper?” I said.

He rolled his eyes and dropped his head on the head of the sofa. “Oh, come on.”

I gestured towards his penis. “I mean, what am I getting? Leftovers?”

“What do you mean?”

“What do you mean, ‘what do I mean’? Look at you with that half-ass erection.”

“Just give it a minute.” He started jerking himself but looked a bit exasperated.

“A minute, my foot. You think I’m sucking a flaccid cock?” I crossed my arms. “One night a week we do this. One night! You couldn’t keep it in your pants for me. You just had to dip into that little…floozy….”

“Oh, you jealous, little bitch?” He stood up and held the belt.

Nice try, but I was already out of it.

“Oh, stop it.” I walked to the kitchen of his small apartment to get a drink. “You don’t even have my chocolate wine.” I grabbed a beer out of his fridge. I looked at him and he had nothing to say. I shook my head, twisting open the beer bottle. “What is it about her? You’ve fucked plenty of ladies before, never on the premises. You fucking knew I’d catch you. Subconsciously.”

“Don’t get all psycho-technical on me, nena.”

“I had been looking forward to this all fucking week,” I said, lifting a finger to make my point while he groaned. S&M Fridays for almost two months now. Whole thing felt ruined. “You know I like how you rape me.”

“Well, it’s not technically rape if you order me to…”

“Oh, shut up, little custodian.” I slammed the beer down, beer splashing out, and started heading to his bedroom. “Come on and fuck me. And get hard.” He was still on the sofa. I leaned on the wall with a hand on my hip. “Come fuck me before I get you deported back to Me-hi-co.”

He begrudgingly got up. He knew I’d probably end up whipping him tonight. And fucking him with the strap-on. Things usually get turned around when I’m annoyed. What could he do? Say no? Start looking for another job? He got up and followed me to his bedroom.

When I got home, my husband Rick was in bed already, reading a book. I changed into my nightgown and joined him with a kiss.

“How was your day?” he asked while I rested my head on his chest.

“I’ve got to tell you about this new girl.”

“Yeah? Doable?”

“Hmm.”

He laughed a little. “Uh-oh. This one’s got you thinking.”

“Oh, yeah. How was Tam tonight?”

“Ah, she finally let me in,” he said while stroking my hair.

“Oh? Did she hate it? Did she limp her way home?”

He laughed and shook his head. “Just like you when we first did it. All scared for no reason. Use enough lube, slip it in right, anybody can take it. And enjoy it.”

“Just a nice little evening then, huh?”

“Yup. And dinner.”

I lifted my head. “Dinner, too?”

He held my head back down to his chest again. “What about this new piece? For you or both of us?”

“Me,” I said with a gleam in my eye. “Operation Break-Her-In-Two is about to commence.”

“Ooh. Keep me apprised of your progress, Madame General.”

I giggled. “Will do, Rear Admiral Rick.” I gave him another kiss before he turned off the lights.

The next morning, Bianca showed up in tight jeans rolled above her ankles and a red hoodie. I had been hoping for the schoolgirl uniform again with the Mary Janes. She had sneakers instead. We used Ms. Turner’s classroom. I was in a white blouse and brown dress pants and black heels. I sat at the desk and she stood before me, leaning to one side, her face pouty, bangs over her forehead.

I told her to spit out the gum. She chewed some more and made a bubble and a snap before walking over to the trashcan to spit it out.

“This is a good school. A lot of it is because of me.”

She rolled her eyes.

“You’re here for less than six months. Already you’ve got a bad reputation, terrible grades, a horrific attitude, drama centered around you…”

“I told you about—”

“I’m talking right now,” I said pointedly. She stopped and stared, before rolling her eyes and leaning to the side again. I continued. “Somehow these girls centered all their drama around you. You. Always you. Are you stealing their boyfriends?”

She shrugged.

“From what I saw yesterday, I’d say that’s it.”

She stared out the window.

“Is that what they taught you at your old school?”

“No,” she mumbled.

“Excuse me?” I said in a loud, booming voice that made snap back.

“No,” she said more directly.

“At home then? Is that how your mom behaves?”

“No!” she said, almost incredulous.

“Your stepdad then? Is that what he teaches you?”

She didn’t say anything. Ah ha.

“How bad is it?”

She shrugged. “It doesn’t happen anymore.”

“Did he seduce you?”

She blinked.

“Like those boys at school. Like the janitor.”

She crossed her arms.

“Come here, Bianca.”

She looked confused.

“Come around. Look at this.”

She carefully walked around the desk and came to me. I gestured for her to come closer. She took small steps, following my gestures until she was very close to me. I indicated the tablet I had on the desk which had her grades on the screen. But it was small text. She had to lean in to see it. I touched her lower back and she turned quickly to look at me. I pressed my hand down. She complied, and her body moved with my hand until she was sitting on my lap. She pushed her hair behind her ear nervously. Finally, nervous. She looked at the screen that showed her atrocious grades. I kept one hand on her back and touched her shoulder too.

“You’re letting all this drama rob you of a future,” I said, all motherly or teacherly.

I touched her chin and turned her towards me.

“These men will use you and forget you, even your shithead stepdad.”

She closed her eyes for a minute. She was almost mine.

I moved my face closer to hers. “Let me help you.”

She bit her lip. My fingers touched those lips gently until she relaxed them.

“And I’ll forget about what I saw yesterday, okay, sweetie?”

It took her a moment but when she started to nod, I smiled. Then I kissed the side of her mouth. She pulled back at first. With one arm around her, I pulled her closer. I kissed her again, this time on the lips. Less resistance that time. My hands went up her little hooded jacket. No undershirt. I continued exploring while we kissed. No bra either. Small tits. She jumped a little when I touched them. I pinched the nipples. I kissed her rosy cheeks. I nibbled on her ear. She stared at the tablet screen, the images twinkling in her eyes. What happened? I thought she was the aggressive one, the boyfriend-stealer, the bad girl. Putty in my hands as her shoulders seems to shrink in my arms. I laughed in her ear. She probably didn’t know what I found funny. Both hands were under her hoodie, one in front, one in back. I started rolling her Little Red Riding hoodie up. She crossed her arms. I lost my smile. She was thinking.

“We women need to help each other,” I said into her ear. I turned off the tablet, so she’d stop staring at it.

“I don’t know,” she said in a pipsqueak voice.

“No, you don’t.” I patted her hair. “You think you do, but you don’t know anything. There’s so much I can teach you. I don’t want to expel you. I don’t want you hurt.”

She looked at me finally. I smiled again and nodded, encouragingly. I touched her arms and encouraged her to lift them. She did. She was ready to let me roll it up. I shook my head.

“You do it. Take it off.”

Off her hoodie went to my satisfaction. Her little breasts were bare and exposed. Her hair hung over her bare, bony shoulders. She was so small (compared to me at least). Tight. Lithe. I made her stand up, so I could admire her young body while my hands ran up and down her tight jeans. She leaned on the desk. I stood up, towering over her, grabbed her face and devoured her lips and tongue. Little whimpers were coming from her. She was getting into it finally. I unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and felt the fabric of her pink cotton and lace panties.

I took her hands and put in on my blouse. She got the message and started unbuttoning my blouse as well. I held my hair up and kept my arms up to let her finish. I took the shirt off and undid my bra. She stared at my breasts. I took her head and buried them in my chest. Her little hands held on to them. I squeezed her face with them. I touched her lips and then touched my nipples. She understood and she eventually kissed and licked and sucked on both nipples.

“Good girl,” I said with a loud breath. “Enjoying my tits.”

Then I spun her around and yanked and peeled and rolled her freaking tight jeans down to her ankles. With one violent gesture I cleaned off the desk top of all papers, books and utensils. The tablet flew onto the floor. I pushed the girl down and made her lean over the desk. I licked my fingers before inserting them into her. Little teenage tyke probably didn’t know what it felt like to be properly fingered. I felt inside her for a while. I let my thumb dip into her asshole and she nearly lifted herself up in a reflex. I guided her back down and continued touching. Nice wetness. She was gasping. I grinned. Then I teased her clit. Just a little.

I lifted her up and pushed her roughly onto Ms. Turner’s leather chair. She watched as I took off my dress pants and my silk panties and sat on the desk, my high-heeled shoes on the armrests of the chair, her small body surrounded by my legs. She looked at my pussy and then looked at me. I gave her a sweet smile and nodded. Down she went right between my legs, first nuzzling my pussy, taking in the sweet scent, before pecking my pussy lips with wet kisses. And that tongue of hers, my God, that tongue, snaked its way into me.

Mrs. Turner, the young teacher I hired and groomed and coached and whipped the shit out of last year, wasn’t half as good as this. Nor was Paige, the sweet teen who thought she might be a lesbian (she eventually went back to guys, despite my best efforts). Maybe Carmen, the parent volunteer, who helped us on trips. Now that woman had some moves and a tireless tongue.

Bianca’s tongue was pretty good, but I needed something else.

I grabbed her by the arm and walked her to the whiteboard. She stumbled a little, maybe a bit surprised by my force. I had her stand facing the whiteboard. From behind I lifted her hands and placed them on the board. She kept looking back at me. I liked the nervousness. She stood there like a perp about to be frisked, except she was naked, of course. I then went to Ms. Turner’s closet and found what I needed.

My paddle. The one I told Ms. Turner to keep just in case I needed to discipline her again.

Bianca shook her head. “Ms. Green,” she began.

“Doctor,” I corrected her.

“Wait,” she said, stammering.

“This is detention, kiddo.”

“I thought…”

“See? This is the problem. The punishment must be followed through.” I said this while I closed the closet door and began strolling back to her. “You did something terrible, Bianca. You know that? I’m here to help you. I’ll be there for you.” I was upon her now, sliding a hand down from the top of her head, down her back, right to her cute little butt cheeks, and then in between those cheeks.

“I’m sorry…”

“’Sorry.’ ‘Sorry.’ What am I going to do with ‘sorry’? What does anyone learn with ‘sorry’?”

She was squirming now. More so when I placed the paddle on her back, so she’d feel the wood. She bit her lip.

“Don’t.” She was looking at me with pleading eyes. “It might hurt.”

“In a good way.” I was still staring at her ass. She was still thinking so I added, “You prefer getting expelled for this?”

“No,” she said quickly.

“How about poor Carlos get arrested?”

She thought about it.

“And everyone finding out why? We love Carlos around here. He’s been with us for a long time. What if the kids found out why he got arrested? When they find out you seduced him?”

She looked down on the floor.

“Like you seduce so many of these boys.” I lifted the paddle. “Your own stepdad, too?”

Her face shot up to say something just as my hand came flashing down and the paddle landed right smack on her butt. She grunted through gritted teeth. She was still trying to say something, but I didn’t let her. Another smack. Her eyes were shut tight. Smack! An inaudible escaped her mouth. Two more smacks and she was now whimpering. An even harder smack and she was weeping. One smack on her thighs and she nearly lost her footing as her knees buckled. I put a hand under her belly to get her up again. She was about to say something else when another crack of my lightning hit her ass.

“Please,” she muttered in a squeaky voice…

…Which spurred me on even more as I took a few more cracks at her perfect little ass. Five smacks in rapid succession and she was on her toes, fingers in a fist, eyes staring at the ceiling, mouth open as she reacted to each blow. My other hand reached down in front of her, playing with her pussy. Then I dug into her pussy. And kept on smacking. This went on for a while, fingering her pussy, her pussy lips, and her sweet spot while punishing her until she didn’t know what to do with herself. She could barely gasp. She was practically convulsing. After a good five to ten minutes of this, I finally released her.

She dropped to the floor, her hands grabbing the sill of the whiteboard knocking markers all over the floor.

I stood over her and let out a loud breath. Now I was closer to being satiated.

Oh, the poor thing on the floor. I went and sat on the leather chair again. “Come to Mommy,” I ordered. She started getting up and I shook my head. “No, crawl to me,” I barked at her. She looked away for a second but then crawled to me. When she was between my legs I took her face into my hands gently. I wiped her tears. I kissed her once. “Now this was a punishment you’ll remember, won’t you?” Then I kissed her some more.

She kissed back. But then she said, “Are we done?”

I frowned. Then I slapped her. Not that hard. “Are you done being a slut with Carlos?” She didn’t say anything. I kissed her again. She didn’t kiss back. I lifted my hand to slap her again.

“Yes!”

I kissed the cheek that I slapped. “Good.” I looked into her eyes. “You’ll be a slut with me,” I said to her softly. I nodded. “Whenever I need it.” I gave her a hug. “Whenever we need it. We’ll help each other,” I said into her ear before licking it. I patted her hair and kissed her forehead. “Mm-kay?”

She sniffled. Then she nodded and said, “Okay.”

“That’s my girl.”

I held her head and directed it between my legs.

O, what a wonderful morning! I let her finish me, then helped her finish some homework. I took her to lunch. We exchanged phone numbers. I went home very satisfied.

I had dinner with my husband. He asked how the “missionary work” went. I gave him a coy smile and said, “The priestess has found another convert.” We laughed and toasted.

“Any crumbs for me?” he asked. “I’d like to save a soul, too, you know.”

“Maybe.”

Later that night on the living room floor, we fucked like we hadn’t fucked in a while. We cleaned up to go to bed. I was getting under the covers when I received a text message. I sat up on the bed staring at it. My husband came got into bed. He looked at me and asked what the matter was. When I didn’t answer he tried to look at my phone and I turned the screen off quickly, so he wouldn’t see. I kissed him good night and laid down on my side facing away from him and staring at the wall. He lifted his hands to ask what, but I was ignoring him. He shrugged, turned the lights off, put his arm around me and went to sleep. I turned the phone back on and read the message again. It was from Bianca.

“How much 2 keep me quiet about this?” it read.

With a fucking smiley at the end. The one with the tongue sticking out.

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