I was a student at an all girl boarding school and I was in my last year at the school. I was 18 and no longer a virgin. It was taken by the head master of the academy, head master Anton.
It happened one day after I was taken to his office for the 20th time that month. I was what all my teachers called a trouble maker, a rebel. This last time I "accidentally" blew-up our science lab, which unfortunately resulted in me being taken to the head masters to be expelled or so I thought. What he had in mine was to teach me a lesson I would never forget.
He was one of two males in the whole school, and almost every female lusted over him. He was tall, about 6 foot 1 and had broad shoulders, muscled arms, with a tapered waist. He had shoulder length black hair, and dark brooding eyes. Though he mostly wore his robes for his office, there were a few times that us girls saw him working out in our school gym wearing shorts and a t-shirt. His legs wore heavily muscled and many a girl would look at him, probably fantasizing about him.
I strode into his office all smug and arrogant, knowing that he could only expel, not like he could spank me or anything. I flounced down on the only available chair. It was one of those Queen Ann chairs, probably an antique. Who cares? As far as I knew, this was it and I was definitely ready to be done with school.
My parents, once they had me, ignored me, and only remembered me on my birthdays. They traveled around the world and would send me some petty trinkets, as if that would make up for their indifference to me. I have been shuffled from boarding school to boarding school, five in the past six years, and I knew this was going to be my last one. I was done after this.
Apparently head master Anton had other ideas. He was sitting behind his massive desk, reading some papers, ignoring me. I cleared my throat and still he ignored me. So I put my feet up on his desk , crossed at the ankles, to grab his attention.
Now as I said, I am at an all girl boarding school so I had on a uniform that left little to the imagination. My blue and green plaid skirt was short, just above my thighs. My white, short sleeved polo shirt was tight across my breast accentuating the deep cleavage and my huge nipples. Ever since I hit puberty, I have always known how to use my body to get my way, whether it be towards a male or female. So I knew all I needed to do to get headmaster Anton's attention was to flash him a bit.
Finally he put down his papers and looked at my feet. Smiling I put them down and sat with my head down to await my expelling.
From the corner of my eye, I could see him as he continued to look at me, not smiling and it started to make me slightly uncomfortable. I usually like to be the center of attention, but the way he was staring at me was making me squirm in my seat, which in turn made my pussy lips rub together. With his gaze alone, he was beginning to make me wet and all together excited.
He put his hands, palm down on the desk, and I noticed for the first time how big his hands really were. They had a sprinkling of hair on the knuckles and looked as if he could lift the whole damn desk. He pushed on the desk and stood up and what I first noticed about him was that he had his robe opened and was completely naked underneath.
To say I was shocked was a serious understatement. His cock was at rest, but even so he was huge. And clean-shaven. He came over to where I was sitting, and put his hand on my hair, smoothing it back away from my face. He bent lower towards me, his cock close to my mouth, and whispered in my ear that my punishment was about to begin.
