"How much longer do you think it will be before he gets here?" Ava tugged absentmindedly at the hem of her skirt as she leaned forward to answer Stacy.
"It's not even ten yet -- and you know he's never late for these. Don't be so impatient - I don't know how you made it to grad school without being able to sit for more than five minutes. I still can't believe we got here early enough to be in the front row. I wonder if we'll get to play at all."
Stacy snorted. "Ha -- with my grades? No way. Did you see how upset Ms. Bancs was with me last week when I failed the quiz? If she had her way, I'd be in the last row. Or literally out of the courtyard and back in the building."
Ava gazed around, enjoying the warm breeze that lifted the drooping boughs of the willow trees and ruffled her hair. The courtyard was her favorite place at Mason's Academy, and she spent as much time in it as possible. The trees, the koi pond, the gorgeous mahogany stocks set up on the center platform.
As the school's star pupil and literal poster child, Ava had never been in them herself. But she had to admire their craftsmanship and attention to detail. The raised platform behind that made the offender's skirt slip up to expose her bare ass. The glass panel in the front to exhibit breasts the slightest whisper away from spilling free of the low-cut uniform top. The optional yet often used ball gag that had been removed minutes before from Elena's full, red lips so that she could speak clearly. It was a testament to the school's strict standards and generous provision that her lipstick hadn't budged.
The overlapping chatter died down suddenly, and Ava glanced at the arched entrance to the courtyard to see Headmaster Mason's entrance. She took advantage of the fact that his attention was on Elena to rake her gaze over his body, squirming slightly in her chair in anticipation of the afternoon's events. He was, as always, immaculately dressed. Button down shirt with perfectly rolled sleeves, a tight vest that hugged his body, tailored pants that left just enough to the imagination. She had only met him face to face once, during her admission proceedings, but she had fantasized about him more times than she could count.
He made his way to the platform, nodding at Ms. Bancs and stopping in front of Elena, who licked her lips as the tantalizing bulge beneath his zipper came closer.
"Elena -- I can't say that I'm surprised to see you here again."
"I'm sorry, Headmaster."
"As well you should be. Ms. Banks tells me that you've been out of uniform twice in the last week. And that's after you were just here last month for having non-regulation toys in your room."
"But the heels are too tall! And we're all adults - the fact that we can't have our own toys is --" Before she could finish, Mason was behind her, spanking her with a crack that rang out across the stone pavers.
"Enough." His voice was stern, but grew teasing, taunting, as he moved back in front of her. "I swear we've already had a lesson on talking back with that filthy mouth of yours. I would fuck your face for a few minutes of silence, but I know you'd enjoy it too much." He crouched down, fastening the gag back in place, pressing the ball against her lips until she reluctantly opened them.
"Ladies," he said, standing and addressing the other students in attendance. "What is rule number 3 at Mason's Academy for Wayward Girls?"
"Punishment, not funishment!" they cried in unison. He nodded approvingly, and moved behind Elena. He briefly admired the red imprint of his hand on her pale backside, then unzipped his pants.
Ava never tired of seeing the headmaster's throbbing cock released from his perfectly pressed trousers. The juxtaposition of mild-mannered educator and sex god made her clit throb. She clasped her hands together to stave off the urge to slide a finger under her skirt. Stacy had already slipped one hand in her top and was pinching her nipples. Thankfully, Ms. Bancs was distracted. Stacy would end up in the stocks soon enough if she didn't stop breaking the rules.
Headmaster Mason slid one hand up Elena's thigh while he rubbed the head of his cock against her. Spreading her lips wide, he slammed it into her pussy and began to thrust violently. Her breasts came loose of her shirt's tenuous hold, and her pink nipples pressed against the glass panel. She moaned around the gag, and her legs trembled. Her face and breasts began to flush, and the headmaster abruptly pulled out, now dripping with Elena's juices and his precum.
