(Author's note: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are at least 18 years of age.)
Continuation from Chapter 2, Chapter stands on its own but better to read the other two first. Story will be ongoing , please feel free to comment.
Good, bad or Ugly
Alina touched up her makeup, making sure to go heavy on the eyeliner.
Re-applied her ruby red lipstick accentuating her full ripe lips, blew herself a kiss in the mirror and headed to her next class, still horny, but having a female teacher, she kept her teasing in check, although the thought of teasing the new teacher did cross her mind.
She was quite young, maybe twenty-four, twenty-five-ish, and fairly new to the school. Always dressing very smart, tight hip-hugging black skirts down to mid-thigh and low cut tops, occasionally stockings which accentuated her lower legs perfectly. Just enough cleavage to want most males and a few girls wanting more. Alina's slutty thoughts of more filled her teen mind wondering if her teacher had ever been with a girl, maybe a young eighteen-year-old female student. Letting things going a little bit too far before checking her behaviour, but planting a seed and hoping it would blossom one day. She did seem a little distracted at times as she walked about the class, standing behind Alina posing questions to the class. Alina was sure she had seen her steal a look down her blouse. Curiously catching her eye as she singled her out to answer more than one question.
Soon her class was over and her mind directed to going to the Principals office. Knowing she took her teasing way too far in her previous class. As she could not contain her raging hormones, the thrill had her so hot between the legs she couldn't stop her lewd display. Somehow those same emotions came bubbling back between her legs at the thought of her female teacher trying to catch a look down her blouse.
Alina walked to the Principal's office and brushed her hair forward, covering her cleavage and hard erect nipples. Her Principal was a rather old balding man and could be pretty strict by nature. The closer she got to the office, the more nervous and excited she became. Her body shivered as a cold breeze blew up her skirt. The chill touching her pussy lips and bathed her nipples with a delightful cooling sensation. Opening the door noticing the office lady was not in her usual place. Alina proceeded to knock on the Principals door and heard a voice saying it was open. Entering Alina was a little shocked to see her teacher sitting at the Principals desk. Flicking through a manila folder, he looked up and told her to take a seat. Looking at her sternly in the eyes before letting his eyes gaze over her sweet teen body. Alina felt his gaze like a hundred hands caressing her, feelings of lust reaching places in her body never touched. Still standing, Mr. Greenfield motioned to the leather couch, placed a few feet back from the desk. Alina dropped down heavily, her legs splayed, skirt fluttering up innocently, flashing her gorgeous ebony thighs before coming back down to rest. She flicked her hair back over her shoulder and asked Mr. Greenfield, "Where is the Principal?"
Mr. Greenfield replied, "Its Sir to you, Miss Annorson, while you are in this office, and it is no concern of yours where the Principle is!"
He lifted the folder Alina noticing her name in bold RED lettering on the binder. Shifting in his seat as his eyes went from her and back to the folder. Turning the pages for a few minutes, then placed the folder back on the desk. Eying her up and down again, "Well, Miss Annorson, it would seem you've been called to the Principals office quite a few times in the past month. Would you like to explain?"
Alina just smiled sweetly, crossed, and uncrossed her legs. Her skirt rising a little higher on her thighs, putting a finger to her lips, Giggling, "I don't know what you mean, Sir?"
Mr. Greenfield replied, "You know what I mean precisely, young lady. Do you know why I called you here today?" Not waiting for a response, Mr. Greenfield went on to say, "You know this school has a stringent uniform code!" Alina nodded shyly and re-crossed her legs slowly enough to flash a lot more than just thigh.
"It would seem Miss Annorson you do not!" Mr. Greenfield fidgeted in his seat, with an embarrassed look on his face, seemingly conflicted with his thoughts. Eventually, telling her to, "Stand up," admonishing, "You are no longer an adolescent child young lady, your school records show you are over eighteen and should no better. And since you've had plenty of opportunities to curb your flirtatious behaviour, I think it's only reasonable to expect you'll be treated as an adult."
Mr. Greenfield rose from his seat and walked around behind her, asking Alina, "Do you know what corporal punishment is?"
Alina shook her head; no, "We'll Miss Annorson. I think it's time you found out." Telling Alina to place both her hands on the desk, in doing so, her skirt rode up just that little bit more. Showing off her perfect teen thighs as they swelled into her plump ass cheeks. Mr. Greenfield lent in from behind and whispered in her ear, "So Miss Alina, can you tell me if you have any underwear on today?"
Alina giggled, shook her head again, "That's none of your business, Sir."
"Well, young lady, after your lewd display in the lecture hall earlier, I am pretty sure you do not!" Alina tried to explain and then felt her skirt slowly lift.