I am the headmaster of a private school. The history teacher has a problem on his hands and he comes to me to help deal with it. You are the student he thinks I should "talk" to. He brings you to me because you have been neglecting your studies, but worse, you have been defiant and disrespectful - acting out and contradicting his authority as a teacher. As headmaster, I hear his case and agree that I should see you in my office.
He escorts you to my office and introduces you to me - I recognize you - I had reviewed your file and academic record. As a senior, your cards have mostly been played here at The Academy - your GPA is about a 2.7 - far lower than your SAT scores would predict. You are Caucasian and no UC school is likely to take you unless you get a stratospheric score on the SAT II! Sure, you can get in somewhere, but your parents may not like the $40K/year price tag that comes with most private schools - especially for a school with no name recognition whatsoever!
I tell you to sit down...your teacher stands by the door. "Well Jessica!", I ask..."just what are your goals? What do you see yourself doing 5 years from today?".
You look like a deer in the headlights - like that was a question you never contemplated! I can see by your eyes that you are not without intellect - but that you are seriously distracted by the hormonal tides of adolescence - the ebb and flow of that endocrine madness that make simple hominids out of the most pretentious of us!
I can see in a moment that you are what we used to call a "tart" - a self-absorbed siren - just 18 - your pubescent pulchritude in full flower - few forces in nature are more powerful or symbolic!
It is also clear after watching you struggle to avoid eye contact - that you are afraid to engage me the way you have your teacher - (you have already won that battle). But then, that's why he brought you to me - there is always a higher authority and ultimately - everyone must bend to some authority.
He explained that you refused to do the rewrite of a term paper that promised to salvage you a B in the course. If you get another C, your GPA will slide to a 2.6 and you can probably write off another whole tier of potential colleges!
But far worse than that is your continual disrespect and defiance - that must change.
I tell you that it is time to confront some real consequences. "Like what?" you snarl in that scornful tone..."Come here, young lady", I tell you. You stand and walk to my side of the desk. “Turn and lean over my desk - elbows down!”. Your faces blushes pink and a look of surprised helplessness comes over you as you awkwardly "assumes the position". "You can't do this, you protest". Just for dramatic effect, I smack a wooden yardstick sharply on the desktop next to you - "Want to bet?", I snarl. You jump and shriek - unnerved - I think we are making progress already.
I lift your skirt up over your ass - exposing those round cheeks and the skimpy bikini briefs - not the thongs that some of the trashy girls wear - but a highly abbreviated garment nonetheless. I decide to use my hand - I actually prefer the manual method - the yardstick might leave a splinter and I want only humiliation and no lasting marks. I stand close to you - you feel the cool air on your exposed ass - the thin fabric of the near see-thru garment offers little protection. I land the first sharp blow with the flat of my hand! You wince and yelp - then another - smack! - your cheeks flushing pink already - I tell you that in addition to your bad attitude and "academic" shortcomings, I also know that you have been letting boys feel you up and have even given them blow jobs in the bathroom when no one was looking - you blush - "we have spies everywhere!", I tell you...glancing over at the history teacher – standing transfixed by the door.
I land another sharp blow and call you a willful little tramp! I can hear your breathing getting heavier - then another smack - alternating cheeks - that last one stung my hand! I then land a softer blow and feel the curve of your ass cheeks more gently - almost soothingly - and then I suddenly hook the waistband of your undies with my thumb and yank them down over your butt in one motion - tugging them all the way down to your ankles and you instinctively step out of them. "Spread your legs, Miss!", I bark! You comply and I land three more sharp blows on your now glowing rump...You whimper with each spank but punctuate it with an "oooh" - "ahhh" - then I hear you say "oh yes!"
My hand lingers once more and I probe the crease of your ass with my long thick fingers - testing the wet heat I feel beneath... I take and slide a finger into your dripping pussy with my middle finger - I grab your hair and pull your head around to me and tell you to lick it off! You hesitate and I tell you again – “Suck it!” You take my finger into your mouth and lick your juices off - rather suggestively, I do not fail to notice.
I tell you to kneel on the floor in front of me...you comply – relieved that the spanking is over - no longer voicing any resistance or defiance...you look up at me as I unclasp my belt and pull out my already swollen cock - beginning to ooze precum as you reach for the offering - knowing full well what to do next - you take me into your lips - licking the tip and catching a clear drop of liquid and taking it in with a furtive gleam in your eye – you are beginning to like this, I suspect. You suck me with enthusiasm and expertise one might think is uncommon in girls your age...I tell you to remove your top so I can see what else you have to offer...You comply without hesitation – I get the impression you are loving this little strip tease - pulling your top over your head - your ample breasts heave in your bra - I guide my cock back into your mouth as I signal to your teacher to come over and help her remove her bra... Your lovely breasts are exposed and swinging freely - beckoning - I lean forward and hold your head as I force my cock deep down your throat - your breasts are now touching my thighs - nipples hard as I grind my cock deeper, you gag...
I motion to your teacher who has put up with so much from you – to leave and tell him to close the door behind him.
He readily agrees and in an instant, he is gone and the door slams shut behind him. I tell you to stand and bend over the desk while I take care of the tail end of this situation.
My cock is raging and hard as glass - I take a condom out, slip in on with my right hand as I finger your cunt with my left...I guide the head of my dick past your inner lips - and slide into you in a slow steady plunge...you gasp as I drive my hard dick into you. I pound away - my big balls slapping the cheeks of your ass as I pump your tight pussy relentlessly - you are getting into the rhythm and seemingly giving yourself to the abandon of the moment holding you by the hair I am slamming into your tight wet pussy your ass hitting against me I reach around to finger your swollen clit and pinch those hard nipples - I feel like a male lion rutting in heat - you're just getting a lesson you sorely deserve.
I feel you tightening up around me as your pussy contractions clench my cock as you climax...I feel my own cum rising and I begin to spasm and buck in those involuntary seizures of ecstasy - just as I finish inside your tight pussy I pull out slowly and remove my condom...I run a finger over your engorged clit and then - wet with your juices, I probe your ass and test that other portal to see if we might be ready to test some other possibilities...