It was Friday afternoon and I was ready for the weekend. As a high school senior, my life isn't that hard, but I still think I deserve my well earned rest at the end of the week. This weekend was bound to be special, too, because me, my boyfriend Sam, and a few of our friends were going camping. I wasn't a prude and Sam and I had already had sex, so I was excited to see what would happen on this unsupervised trip.
The last bell rang and I rushed to my locker to get my things and go. Bending over, I was sure that my ass and panties were peeking out of my short skirt, but I didn't mind. I actually liked showing off and purposefully pulled my skirt up high when walking the halls. But it wasn't my fellow students I was trying to impress.
I attended a catholic all-girls school which meant the targets of my promiscuity weren't the student body, but rather the array of handsome men who taught and watched over us. For some reason my school had an all male staff. They thought it imperative to have men teach us how to be proper young ladies, which I didn't understand because all they did was make me horny! So with my ass out and panties likely showing I wasn't surprised when I heard a deep voice behind me.
"Ms. Baker! I hardly think that skirt length is in accordance with our dress code. Why, I can see your bum! What is a harlot doing walking my halls!"
I turned and saw Headmaster Dorn, the intimidating despot who ran our establishment. He was in his late 30s, a tall and burly man who could still somehow slink around, a panther hunting for the next pupil to berate when she got out of his very tightly drawn lines. He was a notorious disciplinarian and I'd heard haunting tales about long-lasting detentions in his office. He also seemed to have a predilection for girls who'd just turned 18 like myself.
"Headmaster, I'm so sorry!"
I shimmied my skirt down to get it to regulation length (which was a homely 1 inch above the knee) but Mr. Dorn stopped me before I could finish. He gripped my small arm.
"Ms. Baker, this isn't the first time you've had a dress code violation. If I'm correct, this is the third time this week I've had to chastise you for your licentiousness! What have you to say for yourself?"
"Headmaster Dorn I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, I promise! But please, can we talk about this later? I'm going on a trip with my friends and can't be late!"
"No, Kelly, we're going to talk about this now; I'm tired of telling you to stay modest. Frankly, I think you may be going down the wrong path. And what is this trip you're talking about? Are you even old enough to go somewhere without parental supervision?"
"Yes, Headmaster, I just turned 18 last month! And my boyfriend and I are going camping in just a few hours so please can I go?"
"Just turned 18 you said..."
It seemed Mr. Dorn had only heard the first part of my outburst. I tried to scurry away but he held me tighter.
"Kelly, I'm afraid you're going to have to come with me to my office. You are clearly experiencing some new feelings right now that you're expressing through your whorish dress, and I don't think I can let you go until we've discussed your behavior in detention. Come along, missy, you can text your little boyfriend and tell him you're going to be late. I won't keep you long."
I wanted to run but his body was twice my size and he easily led me to his door. When we got in he locked it which made my stomach drop. This didn't feel right.
"Ummm... Headmaster? Please can I go home now? I promise I'll be a good girl until graduation."
Mr. Dorn chuckled and led me over to his large oak desk. I felt a lecherous hand "accidentally" swipe the underside of my left buttock as he walked by and his creepy grin made me shudder. I usually thought our Headmaster was a really handsome guy, sort of a Daddy type, but now I could only see him as a perv who had caught his prey.
"Since you're in here because of you're insatiable need to show yourself off, I think the appropriate way to kick this naughty habit is to give you an outlet. Give you a chance to see if you really like teasing men."
"Headmaster!"
"Quiet, girl!"
He rushed up to me and put his hand over my mouth. I looked up in fear and he stared down at me sternly.
"No more talking, okay?" I nodded. "Good girl," he grazed my cheek tenderly.
"Why don't you start by hiking up that skirt, Kelly. Pull it up slowly and I'll tell you when I think it's the right height. Go on now, I know you love doing this."
He had a point. I slowly pulled the waist of my skirt up until the bottom was mid thigh, half of my smooth, tanned legs now exposed between my long socks. I looked up and Mr. Dorn shook his head. He pointed his finger up so I pulled the skirt higher until the bottom rested at quarter thigh. My legs were trembling because I had on one of my sluttiest white g-strings, which was sure to set Mr. Dorn off in some way or another.
I hoped this would be high enough but when I looked for confirmation he, of course, commanded me to raise my skirt even more! With a tear forming, I pulled it up until the swishing pleats were resting just above my cheeks, the bottoms of my plump globes poking out. My panties were thankfully covering my freshly-waxed, teenage pussy which was starting to feel funny next to this older man.
"That looks to be the right height, don't you think, Kelly? Now you get to show off those incredible legs just like you always want to."
"Umm.. yes Mr. Dorn, thank you..."
I'm not sure why I thanked him for his compliment, but with no power in the situation it felt like the right thing to do. I'd pretty much do anything at this point just to get out of here.
"You know, Kelly, it's not just legs that men like to see. No, we like much more than that. Why don't you undo the top button on your blouse, girl. I've seen you do it before, so I know it won't be our little slut's first time."
He read me again and seemed to know all about my habit of unbuttoning my shirt, especially around certain teachers I thought were hot. I'd tease my history and math teachers by sitting front row and pulling my skirt up. I'd spread my legs under the desk and unbutton once or twice to let my full breasts pop out. Young Mr. Stephens could hardly contain himself while teaching trigonometry.
"Another button, girl."
I'd now undone the top three and my matching white lace bra was showing. I noticed that Mr. Dorn had, too, begun to expose himself by taking off his tie and undoing the top of his shirt. His chest hair flowed out which made me bite my lip. To my embarrassment, I loved hairy men. My friends all thought they were gross and preferred the sleek, toned bodies of theirs and my stud teen boyfriends, but I secretly craved a hairy beast. The strict contrast of big, manly bodies against my smooth, curvy figure was a prominent fixture in my fantasies. And now it was happening in real life.
