I was sitting on one of the benches in the hallway reading my book while waiting for my next class to start. I really couldn't concentrate properly because of the events that took place in Mr. Michael's office last week. My mind kept replaying the scene; his humilating words, his rough hands that groped and spanked my ass and his big cock stretching me. My pussy was sore for days. Add that to my spanked ass, and sitting was quite uncomfortable. I tried very hard though to keep my focus during lessons and do well in my studies; I feared what the principal would do otherwise. I had found pleasure in how he treated me, but I knew for certain that I would be foolish to anger him.
I also felt guilty about my pleasure. Surely a proper girl wouldn't have enjoyed being treated roughly and being called humilating names like 'slut' and 'pet'. And I was the one that had brought all this on myself by allowing my imagination to run wild, thinking dirty thoughts. While in class, no less. Maybe principal Michaels was right to take me in hand and punish me for my wanton thoughts.
Mr. Michaels had ordered these 'discipline sessions' to happen weekly, and now I anxiously awaited my next session that was scheduled to start after school today, so I had just less than two hours left to prepare myself mentally. I was feeling both scared and excited. I knew the spanking were going to hurt badly and I wanted to run away, but I still remembered vividly my explosive orgasm and that thought alone made my pussy moist.
I was so deep in thought that I didn't at first notice the man that had stopped in front of me.
"Miss Davies. May I have a word with you?"
Startlled I looked up from my book and noticed Mr. Thompson, my physics teacher, standing before me.
"Of course, Sir. What's this about?"
"Let's go somewhere more private first."
Mr. Thompson led me to an empty classroom that was situated away from most of the activity and locked the door behind us. I started to get an uneasy feeling. I'd never liked Mr. Thompson, he was a fat slob that often leered at pretty girls and almost strained his beady little eyeballs to get a good look at their cleavage. He never said or really did anything offensive, but he made my skin crawl. I thought it would be better to make up an excuse to leave as soon as possible.
" My next lesson is actually starting very soon, so I don't have much time."
"Don't you worry about that, Miss Davies. I've informed your teacher that you'll be missing her lesson."
"But why?"
"Because you will be otherwise occupied, of course."
I didn't like the sound of this and started to back up towards the door.
"Don't be foolish little girl, come here."
"I really should go to my history lesson, I don´t want to fall behind..."
"I said, '
come here
'!"
I didn't mistake that for a request and approached him.
"Good girl, sit here in front of the desk and we will have a nice little chat."
I sat down on the chair he pointed out to me and waited nervously for what he had to say.
"You must wonder what is this all about, so I'll get straight to the point. I thought it would be fair of me to tell you first that I´m going to inform your parents their sweet innocent girl is fucking with her principal."
I couldn't believe my ears. How did he know? I tried to deny it of course, but couldn't keep the tremor out of my voice.
"W-what? That isn't true!"
"Don´t you lie to me young missy!" he bellowed and I flinched at the loud volume. "I happened to walk by the principal's office and heard you; I know full-well what was going on."
"I didn't want it, please don't tell my parents!"
"You have the audacity to claim you didn´t want it after I heard you moan and scream like a dirty whore?"
"Please, don't tell my parents!"
I was crying now. I was so ashamed and thought I would die if my parents found out about my behaviour.
"Well, I really should tell them so they can punish you as they see fit...But perhaps we can handle this just between us. I'll show you what happens to sluts like you, so you will learn the error of your ways."
"Yes, Sir. Please, anything else..."
"Exactly my dear,
anything
..."
I felt a shiver go through my body at his words and had to suppress the urge to run away. After my previous experience with Mr. Michaels, I knew very well what Mr. Thompson wanted, but I didn't know how I could stand to be touched by his grubby fingers. The very thought made me sick to my stomach, but I didn't see any other way out.
"Stand up and remove your clothes, Miss Davies."
I stood up slowly and started to unbutton my blouse; my hands trembled and my fingers were clumsy. My heart was beating fast and I tried to breathe deep so I wouldn't panic. I removed the blouse and slid my skirt down my legs. I stood there only in my white lacy bra and panties, staring at my toes. I didn't want to look him in the eye; I didn't want to see that sleazy leer directed at me.
"I said remove your clothes, and that includes your underwear. This is going to take too long if I have to repeat every order and I'm not a patient man. Don't test me."
With shaky hands I unhooked my bra and let it fall down on the floor and then reluctantly dropped my panties and stepped out of them. I tried desperately to cover myself with my hands, but he moved forward and slapped my hands away. My skin crawled at the touch; I didn't want this.
"Do not cover yourself. I want to see what I'm getting."
His words made me raise my eyes. He was staring me triumphantly and his smile was lecherous when his eyes traveled my body head to toes, lingering on certain areas.
"Very nice. Good, plump tits for a whore like you."
My cheeks turned scarlet at his crude words, but he didn't give me time to think about my embarrassement.
"Bend over the desk, Miss Davies. That should be a familiar position to you."
I bent over, my upper body,hands and cheek pressing against the cool surface of the table. My nipples stiffened immediately at the contact.
