Mindy Campbell watched as John Donovon stormed out of the principal's office with his mother following soon afterwards. The punk girl had been sent to see the principal after she had been caught smoking on school grounds, but had to wait her turn as the Donovon's had their meeting.
It hadn't been Mindy's first visit to the principal. The 18 year old senior had a strong aversion to authority, which often landed her in trouble with her teachers. It didn't bother her much, she didn't really care for her teachers or the school in general. She always felt school was a place that sapped out the creativity and individuality from people to prepare them to be good little pawns for the system. She wasn't gonna cave in and give up her freedom.
She'd joined the punk scene a few years back and had gone all in with the look. Her hair was dyed greenish-blue, styled up in a mohawk with the sides of her head shaved. She had several piercings including an ear gauge in both ear lobes, a nose ring, a septum piercing, snake bite piercings below her bottom lip, a bridge piercing, an eyebrow piercing, plus her tongue and nipples were pierced.
Her outfit drew attention as well. She wore a black leather jacket with a t-shirt emblazoned with the logo of some obscure punk band, short leather shorts with black pantyhose that had rips and holes all over them, as well as black combat boots. She also had had a black studded choker adorned around her neck.
"Miss Campbell, please come in," Principal Whitmore called out from his office.
Mindy sighed as she stood up from her chair and entered the Principal's office, resigning herself to another round of lectures, threats of suspension or some other bullshit she didn't care to hear. Principal Whitmore frowned as she entered.
"Really now, Miss Campbell, can't keep out of trouble can you?" he grumbled, "please take a seat."
Mindy rolled her eyes and plopped down in a chair in front of Principal Whitmore's desk. She sat lazily with one leg hanging over the arm rest of the chair, folding her arms as she prepared for whatever punishment she was about to be stuck with.
Principal Whitmore sighed. The 52 year old man didn't know how to get through to her. He'd tried detention, suspension, counseling with the school counselor, but nothing seemed to work. Now here he was, postponing his after work plans to once again meet with trouble maker Mindy Campbell. He stood up from his seat, cupping his hands behind his back and pacing over to the window behind his chair.
"You know smoking is not allowed on school grounds, Miss Campbell," Principal Whitmore said, glancing out through the blinds at the parking lot.
"Me? Smoking?" Mindy mused sarcastically, "I would never do such a thing, I'm a good girl."
"Very amusing, Miss Campbell," Whitmore replied, folding his arms in front of himself as he stared out the window. The thin, grey haired man turned back to Mindy, scowling as he turned his gaze to her.
"You are insubordinate, rebellious, disobedient and you seem to have a obsession with doing the opposite of what is asked of you," the principal ranted.
"And what about my bad qualities?" Mindy asked sarcastically, smirking at Whitmore as he scoffed at her.
As Principal Whitmore was about to reply, the Chemical SeXXX gas began to seep from the vent above him, flooding into his nose as he breathed and coursing through his body. He felt a switch go off in his mind as the gas began to take effect.
He looked upon Mindy and realized something. She needed more than words to turn her behavior around. He cared about his students, especially her, and if he really wanted to change her ways, he had to crank things up to the next level. With the right approach he could help Mindy, even turn her into a productive member of society.
"I believe it's time I took drastic action," the Principal stated. He turned back towards the window and looked out at the parking lot once more. "When I was younger, if a student misbehaved in any way, they were punished in a more... physical manner." He began to close the blinds, turning his gaze back to Mindy as his cock began to harden at the thought of what he was about to inflict on her.
Mindy's jaw nearly dropped to the floor. "Are you being fucking serious?" she asked, stunned that the principal had implied he was about to inflict corporal punishment on her.
"I'm afraid so, Miss Campbell. I'll have to ask you to please bend over my desk so I may administer the punishment."
Mindy sat in stunned silence, a mixture of amused disbelief and anger flaring up inside her. She almost wanted to commend Principal Whitmore for the audacity, it wasn't often she was at a loss for words; however, before she could tell him off, the Chemical SeXXX gas began to overtake her as well. Her pulse rate climbed as her sex drive was cranked up 10-fold. Her pussy started to get wet as the gas coursed through her and her breathing quickened as she became more horny.
She began to think maybe Principal Whitmore was right. Maybe what she needed was a firm hand, an older authority figure to really lay down the law. She noticed the bulge forming in his pants and her pussy ached at the sight. She really needed to be punished and she knew Principal Whitmore was the man to administer it.
"Bend over this desk right now, Miss Campbell!" Principal Whitmore yelled, startling Mandy and causing her to get even more turned on. She slowly climbed out of her chair and stood up, taking a few steps forward and bending over the Principal's desk, sticking her ass up in the air as she laid her chest and head on the desk.
The principal made his way around his desk to Mindy, tracing his hand down the back of her neck all the way towards her ass. Mindy shuddered in lust as she felt the man's hand work down her back, coming to rest above her ass. He took his hands and began to massage her ass cheeks over her leather shorts, groping and squeezing them as Mindy whimpered at his touch.
"Are you ready to receive your punishment, Miss Campbell?" Principal Whitmore asked, his hands smoothly gliding over Mindy's cute little butt as his hard cock twitched in his pants.
"Yes Principal Whitmore," Mindy cooed, arching her back to stick her ass out more, her needy pussy leaking more of her cunt juice into her panties as she eagerly awaited to be disciplined.
Principal Whitmore slid his hands up and tugged at Mindy's shorts, sliding them down over her butt along with her panties and revealing her bare ass to the man. "That's better," Whitmore said, his hands sliding over her bare ass cheeks.
Mindy whimpered and bit her bottom lip. She couldn't believe she was willingly bent over her own Principal's desk while he groped her bare ass. And the most insane thing of all, she couldn't believe how much she liked it. She really fucking liked it. She closed her eyes as she readied herself to disciplined, blushing as her ass was wantonly put on display.
*SMACK!*
Mindy yelped as Principal Whitmore brought his hand down hard onto her ass cheeks, her eyes opening wide as the pain radiated down to her pussy. Her heart was racing and her clit was throbbing. She liked being spanked, really liked it, and she wanted more.
