(With thanks to my friend, Mr. Wolf who helped me write this story. It's based on a roleplay the two of us did one hot day...)
Mr. Wolf was the Headmaster of an all-girl's school. He was proud to be one of the youngest Headmasters appointed to such a position. He knew the administration trusted in his abilities to manage the school, and for the most part, things were running smoothly. The school had a reputation for producing intelligent graduates who excelled in their studies or in the arts.
But, with a sigh, he noted that there was always one problem student. And this time, it was Hunny Lee. She was the oldest student there, having turned 19 just that year. She flirted outrageously with the male teachers and garden staff. Her plaid skirts were at least an inch shorter than regulation, and the white blouse of her uniform always clung to her ample breasts. He had to admit to himself that he wasn't immune to her charms. Those curvaceous hips and breasts, that soft pink mouth, that wicked little glint in her eye all drove him to distraction. Mr. Wolf had a thing for Asian girls, and Hunny's golden brown skin and almond shaped eyes were very tempting. He was glad this was Hunny's last year in his Academy; he wasn't sure he could take another year of her teasing.
The clock chimed the hour, and Mr. Wolf stood up to make his usual rounds of the school. He liked to make his presence felt, so that the staff and students wouldn't be tempted to slack off.
As he passed a dark corner at the East Wing of the school, he heard what sounded like moans. He stepped closer to investigate, and was stopped dead in his tracks by what he saw. There was naughty Hunny Lee, leaning against the wall, one hand holding up her indecently short skirt, with one of the other seniors kneeling between her legs, her face buried in the dark curls of Hunny's sex. Hunny's other hand was clutching at the other girl's blonde hair; from where he stood, Mr. Wolf could hear the moans of pleasure both girls were making. He recognized the other girl, Jacy Simmons, who was a year younger than Hunny, and was her constant companion. Now he understood why they were so close!
Mr. Wolf's cock sprang to life; he immediately stepped forward, saying sternly, "Hunny Lee, Jacy Simmons, to my office, NOW." Jacy gasped, turning pale. She was a lot more timid than Hunny, and was easily misled by the older girl. Hunny merely gave the Headmaster a lazy smile. As the three of them walked to Mr. Wolf's office, Hunny was watching his face, her wicked smile never changing. She contrived to let the back of her hand brush against Mr. Wolf's crotch. Her hips swayed invitingly as she walked in front of him. She knew that Mr. Wolf was aware she was naked underneath her skirt. By their side, Jacy softly sobbed; she was terrified that someone would inform her parents, or that she would be expelled.
Mr. Wolf hurried the girls along; all the other students and teachers were busy in class. He thanked his lucky stars that no other staff members were present. The punishment he had in mind for both girls was not exactly orthodox. Mr. Wolf had had enough of Miss Hunny Lee's teasing. He was going to take control of the little minx and show her who was in charge.
They entered his office, and he locked the door behind them. Wordlessly, he pointed to the couch. The two girls sat down, Jacy still crying, Hunny casually, insolently settling on the couch. Jacy sobs, "but...Hunny made me do it. She forced me to do it. I didn't want to..." Hunny laughs, and splays her thighs, giving him a glimpse of the moist gash between her legs, and whiff of her musky heat.
Mr. Wolf ignored Hunny's blatant attempts at seduction. He turned to the other girl and demanded an explanation, "and just how did Hunny 'make' you do it?" Jacy sniffles, "she told me she would...punish me...if I didn't." Hunny indignantly interrupts, "I said no such thing! She's lying!" Mr. Wolf tells her to hush, that she'll get her chance to explain. He rests his hip on the desk's edge, a clearly visible bulge down the leg of his slacks.
Hunny's eyes widen for a second. She glances away, but fascinated, her gaze returns to the bulge. Mr. Wolf smiles to himself; he always thought that little Miss Lee was more innocent than she let on. The way she's staring at his erection makes him think she's more of a tease than a slut. Hunny becomes aware that she's staring, and tries to regain control of the situation. She deliberately parts her thighs wider, hips canting in silent invitation. She says, "It was my fault. You can let Jacy go, I'll tell you everything."
"No, you both took part, so you'll both be punished." He slid off the desk, eyes lingering on Hunny's parted thighs and that so tempting dark triangle between them.
Jacy asks, her voice shaking, "How will you punish us, Sir?" Hunny smiles, knowing that he's still staring at her sex, she slides her fingers up her thighs, and rests them on her still throbbing pussy.
His breath catching, he stammers for a second, but recovers quickly. "By finishing what you started. If that's the kind of girls you wish to be, then by God that's exactly what you'll do."
Hunny smiled and leaned back on the couch, hanging one leg over the back, the other resting on the floor. She hiked her skirt up over her belly, looked over at Jacy and said, "You heard the Headmaster!"
He silenced her with a curt, "I'm in charge, Hunny." He stood in front of them and told them, "Stand up and strip you little sluts. I want you both naked now." He loosened his tie, letting it hang around his neck.
Hunny frowned, she was still trying to work out how to control him. She thought it would be best to play along, and try to turn things to her advantage later. A part of her resented being ordered about like this. She refused to admit, even to herself, that his commanding tone was arousing her. She had never actually had sex with a man; most of her sexual experiences with men ended with fondling and kissing. She'd never given a blow job, or allowed a man to put his penis in her. She wondered if Mr. Wolf would do that, and the rush of heat that flooded her body frightened her.
She forced a smile on her face, attempting to hide her apprehension and growing arousal. She said, "Yes, Sir!" and tugged the white cotton blouse over her head. Her full breasts bounced free. He thought, "still another infraction. All the girls were required to wear brassiere." She unzipped her skirt and wriggled out of it, breasts swaying enticingly. Her dark nipples thickened into hard little points. She asked, cheekily, "shoes and socks, too?"
