Mr Anderson was a dignified man. In his early forties, he was respected throughout the community as The All Girls Vittoria Academy's Headmaster. With salt and pepper hair he wasn't an ugly man, but he wasn't a smoking hot young one. His look was distinguished, powerful. All Girls Vittoria was a prestigious school, a school that Mr Anderson took pride in. The school valued student appearance with great importance, as the girls, aged from 14-18, were each required to dress in regulation uniform; red plaid skirts to the knee, black shiny shoes, white blouses, a red plaid tie and knee high socks.
Anderson was sitting in his office behind his big mahogany desk. He loved this desk, he had it specially crafted in China from the expensive antique wood. A few school reports sat stacked beside his newspaper. He was trying to avoid them, by catching up on the news. Working at an all girls high school had it's fair share of advantages and disadvantages. For example Anderson normally enjoyed seeing all the young fresh bouncy girls in their cute and enticing uniforms on a daily basis, but today with a headache as a result of a loss of sleep and sexual frustration due to his decaying marriage, Anderson didn't want to see another young and bouncy girl till next year. Unfortunately when you work as a Principal, in an all girls high school, they're kind of hard to avoid. Especially when they are sent to your office whenever they have broken a small conduct of rules. I really need to brief the staff on handing out punishments for small infringements, Anderson thought.
But this next visitor to his office wasn't there on account of a small infringement. Lindsay Stevens was a vivacious young teenager. At 18, she had been in Headmaster Anderson's office a few times. Being late for class, skipping class, incorrect uniform, that kind of thing. But other than those few offences she was an average student, she made good enough grades and had her own friends. This time however she was caught doing something she couldn't be punished with a few detentions.
"Lindsay, you may enter." Anderson's booming voice answered the knock on the door.
"Please take a seat." Anderson looked up from his newspaper at the young girl and instantly was annoyed. A busty attractive blonde for her age, she liked to show it. Her long hair tied up high in an innocent pony tail, her white shirt stretched across her bosom, blatantly displaying the red bra underneath. Her plaid skirt hardly reach mid thigh and when she sat it climbed even higher up her leg.
"Your hall pass?" Mr Anderson said gruffly.
Lindsay looks nervous, more nervous than she normally did when she frequented his office.
"It's disappointing to see you in here again Miss Stevens," He spoke as she leaned over the desk and passed him the note from the teacher who sent her to him. As she did so her was treated to a tempting view of her breasts sitting in her red lacy bra. "What is it this time? Late for class? Incorrect uniform? I can see your skirt is too short, your shoes are scuffed and your blouse seems to have shrunk."
"I don't know, Mrs Carlisle sent me out of class without reason. My other uniforms were in the wash," she made excuses and tried to look innocent, looking down at her hands folded in her lap.
Mr Anderson smirked at her weak defense before looking down at the yellow slip of paper she had produced. It only took him a moment to read to understand that the girl sitting in front of him knew what she had done wrong but not that she had been caught in the act.
"Mrs Carlisle seems to have the impression that you were cheating in your exam last week."
Lindsay looked up quickly from her lap. "What?"
"Isobel Lukas, the straight A student, was sitting right beside you and seems to have written the exact same answers as you," Mr Anderson read out Mrs Carlisle's note. "Now I don't think, you, with your rather unfortunate report cards of late, could be the innocent party, and that poor straight A Isobel is the guilty, do you?"
Lindsay just stared at her fingers, picking at her nails nervously. She wouldn't meet Anderson's piercing eyes.
"Lindsay Stevens!" Mr Anderson roared. The girl jumped. "You have cheated in one of the most important exams of the year, do you not have anything to say?"
The girl looked up at Mr Anderson, he could tell she was not ready for an admission of guilt. "Do not lie to me young lady!" He warned.
She slumped in her stance. "How many weeks?" She asked, a question she is used to asking every time she is in this office. How many weeks of detention?
"This is far more serious than detention. Now seeing your complete lack of guilt I see I have no other option than to involve your parents in this matter."
"No!" She sat upright, finally participating in the conversation in earnest. "Please Sir. Don't call my parents! Please I'll do anything. Anything! I can do community service, take the exam again, clean toilets. I'll do anything you want me to do, Sir!"
Mr Anderson's libido stirred at this proposition. It made him angry that this young girl could have control over one of the most intimate parts of himself. Perhaps it was his sexual frustration at home, or this not so innocent girl sitting in front of him, batting her eyelashes shamelessly, that made his mind wander to where her protest and offer could mean sexually. Not something a principal of an all girls school should think about, especially in front of a student. But the idea of controlling this impetuous teen, taking advantage of her, made his cock stir and it was hard to ignore the painful bulge of it confined in his pants. She was doing this to him, she was intending to do this to him. Look at her sitting up straight, pushing her breasts out, taunting me, fake unshed tears clouding her eyes.
Mr Anderson seemed to be thinking over her proposition and Lindsay inwardly smiled, she could turn over any male and she loved doing it. Flicking back her hair she hoped she could convince Mr Anderson. He was such a proper man, she just hoped he like naughty school girls. Still, she was not entirely sure, and that tiny seed of doubt in her mind left her surprised when he came out with a compromise.
"Well I can see you feel very strongly about this Lindsay. If it is your wish, we can handle your punishment in house."
"Thank you sir! Thank you so much!" She smiled sweetly and wiped her tears away.
"But," Mr Anderson's voice made her smile drop. How many hours of detention did she have to go to, how many hours of boredom did she have to wheedle her way out of? "I believe this felony requires a more drastic form of punishment than just a few detentions, Lindsay. As long as I have your full consent that you will do exactly as I ask, I will not call your parents."
Lindsay nodded enthusiastically. He'll probably assign me hours of picking up rubbish, cleaning the locker rooms or filing for one of the receptionists. Lindsay didn't mind, as long as she didn't have to sit in a classroom with delinquents every lunch time. "Yes! I agree. I agree to any terms you may have."
"Is that your word Lindsay?" Mr Anderson was getting very excited, his cock was straining now, pushing painfully against his zipper.
"Yes." She said and that was all Mr Anderson needed.
"Please stand Lindsay," Anderson ordered and Lindsay obeyed. "Come here to the side of the desk please." Anderson's heart was pumping hot heavy, lust filled blood straight to his crotch. He wasn't thinking anymore. He was pure instinct.
Lindsay stood up, confused and finally wary of Mr Anderson's intentions. She moved around to the side of his tall desk and stood adjacent to the large rectangle.
