"He's in a meeting," Jennifer checked the principal's calendar, "Can you come back at 3?" the school secretary asked in an uninterested monotone. She was past her prime, mid-sixties, white hair, but still was a powerful presence at the school. No one got past her to Mr. Robbins without her scheduling it.
Brittany sighed and nodded. It was just an hour before the end of the school day and she wanted to get out of her last class, not because Spanish was tough but because she wondered how she'd be able to sit with her ass stinging as it felt now. "Ok, but," she looked at the soft padded seat, "could I wait?"
Jennifer looked at her screen, "Miss Baker, you have Spanish. This isn't an attempt to get out of class again, is it?" She scowled at the girl, "Go on. I'll make sure Mr. Robbins knows you're meeting him at 3." She looked down without another glance at the departing blonde girl and shook her head. 'When will someone put this girl in her place? What is it this time? Being bullied? Her teacher giving her a low score on a test because he was being mean to her? Or is it she doesn't like the food? Who would? It's cafeteria food and that's why the kids are allowed to go out to the fast-food restaurants. When did it become the school's responsibility to serve gourmet meals to the poorer students? And who the fuck doesn't like meat? Whatever,' she thought turning back to the morning announcements she was preparing.
Brittany gingerly took her seat in the back. Senora Martinez was her favorite teacher and if she didn't have the appointment with the principal, she'd have liked to talk to her. She didn't come from one of the area's wealthy families and seemed to like her. This school was a tough one to go to if you weren't rich. The parking lot was mostly populated with Mercedes, BMWs, Audis, Lexuses...Lexi? and other shiny extravagances. Any one of those cars cost more than her mom made over at the Parkside Eatery. 'I wish we'd never left Lincoln,' she mentally sighed, 'Laura, Janie, and Bethany are worth a dozen of these stuck-up bitches. But after dad left mom wanted to come back to her home town...no idea why...' She looked at the chattering groups of girls wondering what it would be like to be included. She opened her book as the beautiful dark-haired teacher came in.
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Brittany looked up and down the hallway before entering the principal's office not wanted people to see her going there. "Miss Lawrence, Hi. I'm a few minutes early," she said softly as she sat down in one soft cushioned seat, putting her flowered bookbag next to her. She wondered how long this woman in her 60s had been there. Probably when they'd opened the school back in the 70s.
"It's fine. He's due back any minute," Jennifer said dismissing the girl. She'd pondered texting her boss to suggest he find some emergency to avoid another time-waster with the biggest whiner in the school but perhaps he'd enjoy just checking her out.
"Miss Baker, Jennifer told me you wanted to talk. Sorry, I'm late," he said even though it was 2:58. "Come in, have a seat," he said opening the door to his office.
Brittany never liked this office even though she'd been there a few times. It was large, bright, and airy, but there was always an oppressive feel. She suddenly realized why. It was absolutely soundproof. The main highway was outside his window and there wasn't even the slightest road noise. This was a school and hundreds of kids were leaving, chattering up a storm just outside the office...not a sound. She put her bag on the one seat across from the desk and sat in the other wondering why a principal would require a soundproof office. She shuddered considering the reasons.
Edward Robbins sat and looked at the girl. She'd been in the office many times and he suspected why. She was easily one of the top ten if not top five beauties in the school, but the others were all spoiled debutantes with studied and practiced beauty, whereas Brittany was all-natural. She looked like the Nebraska farm girl, peaches and cream complexion, no make-up he'd ever seen, perfect body...flawless if that's possible. Long legs, an ass even the other girls looked at, narrow waist, perky tits, B? C? Either way, a walking wet dream.
Sadly, she wasn't popular as she was spurned by the other girls and that was why she'd been a frequent visitor complaining about various perceived slights. Like not being allowed to try out for cheerleading because Lexi wouldn't even allow her to enter the gym, saying that it was tough enough without having to smell the horse shit on her. Or, being knocked into the mud on her way out of school to catch the bus by Laurie, the homecoming queen who shrugged her shoulders when confronted saying, "I'm supposed to step around every insect there is?"
He looked to see what it was this time, "So, I know you want to get home to play with your friends. What can I do for you?"
Brittany looked at her hands then up at the 60-year old man who might at one point been good-looking but had given up any attempt to maintain it years ago, "I want to...Mr. Trask, um grabbed me and hit me," she said softly, indicating her white blouse and skirt.
"What?" Mr. Robbins asked, "Are you sure you weren't just accidentally bumped into?" he suggested, almost verbatim to what he'd asked when Brittany had accused the sweetest girl in the class of knocking her into the mud. "You seem to come in here every time you get jostled. You need to toughen up. Is that all?" he asked.
"Sir," Brittany said more firmly, "it was not accidental when he pushed me onto his desk and put his hand between my legs," she said, her face red. When I tried to elbow him off her pulled up my skirt and slapped my ass, hard! It hurt. It still stings," she said. "I'll bet it's still red."
"Show me," Edward said but then put up a finger, "Scratch that, we need a woman in here. I don't want you going to the board accusing me of...hang on, "Jennifer, can you please ask Mr. Trask to come to my office, then come in here. Thanks."
A few minutes later, Jennifer came in looking curious, "Mr. Robbins?"
"Miss Baker accused Daryl Trash of fondling her and spanking her. Can you please ask her to show you where and verify if there's a red mark? I'll be outside, buzz me when I can come back in," he sighed.
Jennifer turned to the girl thinking every teacher in the school and everyone in this office would love to take turns spanking this girl. "Ok, show me," she ordered.
Brittany stood and lifted her skirt showing her panties. "Right here, it stings still," she pointed to the white fabric of her white cotton panties.
"Pull them down, in fact just take off the skirt...it's ok, I'm not going to do anything," She knelt behind the girl as she stepped out of her skirt and pulled her panties down. She nodded, "That's definitely a large hand," she sighed. Hang on. put the skirt back on a minute. I'm going to need to take a picture of that, I mean if it's ok by you?" she asked.
Brittany nodded and grimaced as she pulled up the wool skirt hoping the older man would not come in. When Miss Lawrence came back in closed the door, she obeyed the woman's instructions, dropped her skirt, then bent over the desk. She felt more vulnerable than she'd ever felt before. Being naked below the waist in a man's office.
"Relax dear, if we're going to confront Mr. Trask we'll need proof," Jennifer said kindly as she inhaled the sweet scent of the young girl's pussy. "How old are you, honey?"
"18. I just turned 18 last month," the girl said as she felt a bit more comfortable.
Jennifer stood, "Ok. Can you show me where Mr. Trask grabbed you?"
"Here," the young blonde said, her hand gripping her right breast. "Then when I pushed him away he...um, he grabbed my crotch telling me I'd better cooperate or I'd be failing his class," she said haltingly as she fought tears.
