"Oh fuck! Oh yeah, keep doing that! Fuck me, you bastard!"
Her mailman had her nailed to the floor with his cock. He was filling her cunt with his meaty thickness. Spearing into her.
He delivered more than mail to her house. At least three times a week, he delivered his large package in her box.
"Fuck me, mailman"
"Unghh, Unghh, Unghh." He just grunted while he pumped in and out of her sopping-wet pussy.
He slammed into her for a few minutes before he stiffened and his body jerked. His come filled her pussy.
"Mmmm, just what I needed."
"Yes ma'am, I'll have more special deliveries for you this week."
He rolled off and pulled his pants up. He hadn't bothered to take anything off. Just enough to pull out his hard cock to fuck her with.
He left to continue his route. She looked over at the clock on the wall. "Shit. I'm going to be late." She scrambled to clean up and get dressed.
Her son's school had called about something she needed to come in for. Some trouble or something like that. It was always something with him.
She was already late so she just ran her fingers through her hair and tossed on whatever clothes were handy. A tight-fitting t-shirt that showed off her medium-sized tits. She always got looks when she wore it. Then mom-style yoga pants that had never seen the inside of a studio. They shaped her ass just the way she likes.
She tried to scoop out the mailman's come for her soaked pussy but he left so much that she could only get a little out. She wiped what she could and pulled her pants up.
****
She walked into the principal's office.
"I'm here to see the principal about my son," she told the receptionist.
"Do you have an appointment?"
She looked sheepish. "It was supposed to be at 1 pm, but I'm running a little late.
The receptionist glanced at the clock on the wall. 1:10. "Just a little bit," she smirked.
She blushed with embarrassment. "Is he available?"
"Please sit down, I'll let him know you are here."
She sat. Before she was settled, the receptionist called to her. "Ms. Trenton, Principal Rogers is ready for you, please go in." She pointed to the door.
She walked in and sat down in a chair facing his desk. He looked up at her, then at the clock. "You are late Ms. Trenton. You were supposed to be here for one o'clock, and it's now 1:15 pm. You are not starting this meeting on a good note."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson. I had something come up last minute that delayed me." She flushed, thinking of the delivery that made her late.
"Ms. Trenton, I called you in here to discuss your son's behavior, but I think that I see where he gets it from since you couldn't bother to be one time." He stood up and leaned against the desk in front of her. "I do not accept tardiness from my students, and when parents disrespect me by doing the same, it tells me that the problem is not the child."
She started to argue with him. "Mr. Johnson, that's not fair. I try to raise my son to be a good boy, and I'm doing my best alone."
"Quiet! I don't care about your excuses. In my experience, when a parent is undisciplined, the child follows their example. Do you know what happens to parents when they disrespect me in this office?"
"No sir, I don't."
"They are punished."
"What? What do you mean punished?"
"Do you know what corporal punishment is Ms. Trenton?"
"Like spanking?"
"Exactly. We have a policy at this school that when kids act out, their parents receive the punishment, as an incentive to shape up their children."
"What? You want to spank me because my son misbehaved? That's outrageous! There is no way you are spanking me. I won't allow it!"
"Yes, you will." He pulled a sheet of paper from a file on the desk and handed it to her. "This form, with your signature, states that you accept the responsibility for your son's actions and that you'll be punished for what he does."
She looked it over. She didn't remember agreeing to this, but she had signed so many papers at the beginning of the year. As she read it over, she realized that she had signed that she agreed to corporal punishment on her son's behalf.
"So you see, Ms. Trenton, your son has been disruptive in several classes, with complaints from several teachers. You are going to be spanked, and hopefully, you will bring him into line, or we'll repeat this as much as necessary. Now stand up."
She slowly stood, not seeing a way out of this. He looked at her. Her tight t-shirt showed her breasts and he could see her nipples on display. Her yoga pants were hugging her curves.
"Bend over the desk, and pull down your pants."
"What, no! You can spank me over my clothes." Besides not putting a bra on, she hadn't put panties on in her rush. If she had to pull down her pants, the Principal would think she was a slut with no underwear.
"Pull them down, now! You will be bare-bottom for your punishment. Or I can just suspend your son now."
She glared at him as she pulled her yoga pants down over her ass. The meaty globes were revealed as the material slid down her skin. She bent over the desk, trying to keep her legs together so he wouldn't see the mailman's cum.
He pulled them all the way down to her ankles, and off her feet. She tried to hold her legs together, but he kicked her feet apart. "This is the ready position, Ms. Trenton. In the future, if we need to do this again, you will assume the position, just like this. Bare-bottom, pants off, legs spread, bent over my desk. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir," she said in resignation. She hoped he wouldn't look between her legs at her pussy. She could feel the cum in there, waiting to seep out.
He walked around her, looking at her fine ass, and her pussy lips showing between them. Her pussy was leaking something. He reached under and slid his finger along her slit. Something gooey was on his finger. She jerked when she felt him touching her. He held her down with a hand on her back.
Reaching his finger under her nose, he asked her, "is this why you were late? Getting yourself fucked?"
