This is my first story, so lots of feedback would be appreciated. Many thanks to my editor ElizabethDarcy!!!
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I was sitting outside of the principal´s office and waiting to be summoned in. I tried to be calm, but I was nervous and kept fidgeting in spite of my efforts to sit still. I´ve always been a good girl, although that characterisation makes me seem so bland, but what I mean is that I stay out of trouble and work hard on my school assignments. This was the first time I had been ordered to the principals office for a little talk and I wasn´t looking forward to a discussion with the intimidating principal, Mr.Michaels.
I was deep in my thought when I heard the door opening and looked up to see the principal in front of me.
"Miss Davies, I presume?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Come in then Miss Davies."
I walked into the office and he motioned me to sit and then seated himself behind the impressive mahogany desk.
"So, Miss Davies, I´ve heard from your math teacher, Mrs. Jones, that your grades have fallen quite alarmingly. I find that surprising because your grades from other subjects are very satisfactory."
"I know, Sir. Math is just difficult for me."
"That´s just an excuse Miss Davies. Your teacher told me that you´re not even trying and instead, just daydreaming when you should be concentrating on listening to your teacher."
"Well, I don´t really like math and it´s sometimes difficult to keep my mind on the subject, but I promise to do better from now on, Sir."
" I wish it could be that simple, but if this keeps up, your graduation is in danger. I think that I´d better call your parents."
At this point, I started to get really scared. My parents are quite strict and would be so disappointed in me, not to mention what happens if I don´t graduate; there goes my dream of starting college this fall with my friends. I also thought about the wonderful birthday party that my parents organized for me for my eighteenth birthday last month. It was clear my parents had allowed the party because I´ve been a good student and they are very proud of that.
"Oh, please sir, it´s not necessary to involve my parents."
"Well, maybe it´s not necessary if we can solve this problem just between us."
"Thank you so much, Sir!"
"So, tell me what has been occupying your mind during lessons."
I flushed bright red. I couldn´t possibly tell my principal where my thoughts had been wandering. I stuttered out an answer,
"N-nothing special, Sir. Just stuff."
"Didn´t you just say that you wanted to solve this matter just between us without involving your parents, Miss Davies? I can see clearly that you are lying to me and that won´t do. Answer me truthfully!"
His stern voice scared me a bit and I was so embarrassed that I wanted to sink through the floor. There was no way I could tell him...
"I´m waiting for an answer Miss Davies, DON'T make me repeat myself!"
I jumped when he barked the order and found myself unable to lie to him. There was something in his powerful voice and steady gaze that made me want to obey him regardless how frightened I was.
"Sex, Sir. I keep thinking about sex", I said in a timid voice. I´m surprised he even heard me.
"Ah. that´s your problem then, you´re a horny little slut."
I was so shocked I nearly fell off the chair. Did I just hear right? My principal just called me a slut. I should have been outraged, but instead, I was embarrassed and started to feel the familiar heat pooling in my lower belly, but I protested vehemently,
"N-no, Sir! I´m not like that! I´m a good girl!"
"Good girls don´t think about sex during lessons like they are a bitch in heat and I bet you touch yourself every night while fantasizing about being stuffed with a big cock."
I wanted to run away, but my body didn´t move and I just stared at Mr.Michaels with my mouth hanging open.
"It´s a good thing I know exactly how to teach a little harlot like you how to concentrate on your studies. Get up and bend over the table, NOW!"
My mind was spinning wildly, the situation was unreal. I wasn´t naive enough not to understand what was happening, but I didn´t see a way out. Running away and telling my parents, really wasn´t an option, it would be so humiliating, and in the end, it would be my word against his. Deep down, I was also a little excited, though my fear drowned it effectively. Slowly and tensely I rose from the chair and moved in front of the desk. Evidently, I was moving too slowly, because Mr. Michaels grabbed me and pushed my upper body on to the table's surface. Now I was bent over the table, my ass sticking up in the air and my hands gripping the edge of the table with my knuckles white from the tension.
"Don´t you dare move from that position or you´ll be sorry, you hear me girl?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good, maybe I don´t have to be too harsh with you if you keep obeying."
I could hear him moving behind me, but I kept my head down and waited for his next move. Suddenly I felt his hand sliding up and down my thigh, slowly making its way under my skirt and to my pantiy-covered ass. I whimpered a bit, but I didn´t have the courage to say anything. Mr. Michaels lifted my skirt and pulled my panties down. I couldn´t stay silent anymore, and I pleaded with him,
"Please...Don´t do this to me."
"Shut up, slut! This is exactly what a whore like you needs. You need to be spanked and fucked properly. Maybe then, you won´t daydream during your class."
