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Teaching Trish
by Beatmeat (address withheld)
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Young Trish gets caught smoking a joint and is sent to
the Principal's Office where she'll learn a lesson sure
to stick. (M/f-teen, ped, nc, 1st, spank, school, drugs)
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Author's Note: The author does not condone any of the
behavior depicted in the following story. The work is
intended as an erotic fantasy and does not depict
anything in real life.
***
Trish Williams sat nervously in the Head Office of
Sherman Junior High School. She was caught smoking a
joint behind the gym during lunch and now waited for
Principal Johnston to call her. The final bell had
already rang ten minutes beforehand and she was
anxiously waiting to get out of school so she could meet
up with her high school boyfriend Christian. She had
been sitting on the hard wooden bench for ages,
fidgeting impatiently, hoping to get out soon or she
wouldn't have time to make out before her mother got
home from work.
At thirteen years old Trish was starting to fill out
into a real beauty. Fiery red hair frames her porcelain
face. Brilliant emerald green eyes shine out from under
her low cut bangs. Her build is petite and slender with
a firm stomach resting upon girlish hips just beginning
to flare out. Her breasts are a perky 32A, having no
need of even a training bra, though her mom had bought
her a few already.
Adding greatly to the innocent charm she portrayed
Sherman Junior High required their students to wear
uniforms. Black buckle shoes and white knee-high socks
embrace her coltish legs, leaving only a sliver of
creamy thigh visible between them and her pleated skirt.
To complete the outfit a white button-up blouse conforms
to her thin figure, accenting her emerging womanly
figure.
Utterly bored as Mr. Johnston took his time and let her
sweat, Trish began to daydream about her boyfriend.
Tonight she was going to let Christian get to second
base and she was eagerly anticipating another feel of
that lump in his jeans. At least, if Mr. Johnston ever
brought her in to punish her and let her go.
"Send Trish in please Mrs. Mayapple," came the stern
voice of the principal through the phone on her desk,
"That will be all for today, thank you."
Trish started as the intercom came on. Her daydreams
began to get pretty involved before she was knocked out
of her reverie by the static crackle of the intercom. At
some point she had unconsciously began to almost
invisibly rub her thighs together, adding a bit of
sensation to her imagining.
Mrs. Mayapple stood up from her seat and directed her
predatory owl gaze towards young Trish and said in her
old scratchy voice, "Go on in dearie."
Mrs. Mayapple called everyone dearie, and it was far
from endearing. Trish stood up nervously and took a step
towards the Principal's Office. Oh no! Trish froze. She
was wet. She stood there for a minute, unable to move
forward while the secretary gathered her things into her
purse. Mrs. Mayapple looked up at her and pointed to the
principal's door.
"Go on, he won't bite dearie," she said.
Snapped out of it, Trish had no choice but to walk into
the principal's office. She hoped he wouldn't notice the
musky scent emanating from beneath her skirt. She
timidly opened the door and walked in. She came to a
stop a foot from his desk and stood at attention waiting
for him to acknowledge her. Mr. Johnston was busy
clicking away at his computer and sat there for several
minutes before looking up at Trish.
"Well Miss Williams, what have you to say for yourself?"
Trish hung her head down and said, "I'm sorry Mr.
Johnston."
"And?"
"And I won't do it again Sir, I swear," she said
fervently hoping she could leave now.
"Drugs on school property is a serious offence Miss
Williams. I can suspend you for two weeks for being
caught. How do you think your mother would feel about
that?"
"Oh no Mr. Johnston please sir. I swear I won't do it
again, please don't tell my mother. She'll kill me."
"Perhaps you should have thought of that before getting
stoned at school young lady..." Trish began to protest
again but Mr. Johnston held up a hand for silence.
"At this point you have two options Miss Williams.
Either I can call your mother and tell her you've been
suspended for two weeks, or you can accept corporal
punishment now and we can leave your mother out of it
this time."
"Um... what's corporal punishment?" Trish said
hesitantly, it had to be better than being grounded
until she turned eighteen.
"A spanking," he said matter-of-factly.
"A spwhat? You can't do that! It's not fair, it's child
abuse!"
"Calm yourself Miss Williams. I'm not going to debate
with you the efficacy of corporal punishment. It's your
decision young lady. Either you submit to a spanking or
I call your mother now and tell her what you've been up
to."
"Oh no! Please don't call my mom... I... I'll take the
spanking Sir."
"Very well.. come here around my desk."
The principal waited patiently for Trish to make it to
his left side, his stern gaze never wandering from her
fearful features. Shaking slightly Trish walked around
to his side.
"Now remove your underwear and place it on my desk. Then
tuck the back of your skirt into your waistband and bend
over the desk."
"What!? I can't take off my panties..." Trish sputtered.
"A bare bottom spanking is your option Miss Williams,"
he picked up the handset of his phone, "or do you want
me to make that call?"
"Um.. uh....." Trish hung her head down, "Alright."
Trish very slowly peeled down her pink cotton panties,
only realizing now as they slid down her legs that they
were still damp. Understanding she had no choice, and
hoping Mr. Johnston wouldn't notice, she stepped out of
each leg and gingerly placed her panties on the desk.
She then reached behind her and flipped her skirt up and
tucked it into her waistband, exposing her firm ass to
the cool air. She tentatively laid her upper half on the
desk, her legs held tightly together.
Without looking up from his computer, which he had
returned his attention to, he lightly fingered the
crotch of the panties discovering a slight dampness
there. This should be a bit easier than usual, he
thought, she's already wet. Then he ordered, "Feet
shoulder-width apart."
She did as she was told and, with her backside exposed,
nervously waited for the humiliating process to begin.
This was not the first time Mr. Johnston had browbeat a
young girl into letting him spank her. Over the years
he had perfected it into an art. It was only recently
that he'd been able to install two hidden cameras behind
his desk, one in a globe behind his desk resting on the
windowsill, another between young Trish's feet in the
floor, and one more hidden on the bookshelf near the
door to capture her face. He was eagerly testing them
out. Zooming and focusing on her delicate bare ass from
behind while he turned up the brightness on the floor
cam and tightened the frame on her rosy peach fuzz and
her slightly damp lips.
He could see every quiver of her delicate legs in split-
screen and it was definitely getting him turned on. He
carefully worked himself out of his slacks and began a
slow stroking motion under the desk while he perfected
the angles he wanted. Trish laid there, her frustration
and embarrassment building and she wished he'd just get
it over with.
After five minutes, an eternity to the quivering girl,
with everything just right he began the second part of
his usual ritual. He reached up with his left hand and
gently grasped her thigh. Trish jumped considerably, not
expecting a touch so gentle. A small yelp escaped her
lips but he let it go. When she calmed down he began to
gently rub up and down her inner thigh, warming her up.
This tactic only made her more fearful, having his hand
so close to her privates was nerve-racking. Though the
gentle massage did feel a little nice, she supposed.
The principals hand came up suddenly and came down on
her bottom with a resounding thwack. Trish let out a cry
of pain and shock. He left his hand resting on her ass,
slowly caressing around the red welt appearing on her
cheeks. Trish whimpered, that had hurt a lot. But now he
was gently touching her ass. Only Christian had ever
done that and she fought with herself internally as to
whether she should tell Mr. Johnston to stop. But fear
of her mother's wrath, and the growing warmth of her
seat made her hesitate.
Then a couple minutes later, just as she was starting to
enjoy the feeling of a strong man's hand touching her.
Spank!
"Ahww!" came the short explosive response from the young
teen.
This was the point where some real resistance could
present. While Trish was still squirming from the hard
smack he inserted his hand between her legs and gently
cupped her tight young pussy in his palm.
It took Trish a moment to realize where Mr. Johnston's
hand was, but when she did she knew it was wrong. But
her fear of reprisal only let her squeak out a timid,
"Um... Mr. Johnsto...?"
"Silence! You will take your punishment quietly or you
will receive a spanking after school by me for the rest
of the week," Came the principal's stern reprimand.
Trish squirmed a little, intensifying the gentle caress
of his fingers over her mound. Mr. Johnston was in
heaven, it had been nearly a month since he'd had an
opportunity to relieve his desires and the soft downy
feeling of her pussy hair on his fingers was divine. His
eyes were glued to the portion of the screen showing the
view from below. His hand was framed by a golden halo of
her pubic hair and it was the sort of sight that could
give an eighty year old man a hard-on.
In the early days Principal Johnston had no patience. He
was rough and insistent on his students, giving them no
opportunity to enjoy his masculine touch. In the
intervening years he had mellowed out considerably. He
took his time, knowing that it was much easier to get
her to submit to him again and again if he only made a
little effort. The early girls were scared straight,
turning into model students overnight, and surprising
their teachers.
He had never been worried that the girls would talk
about his unseemly activities. His control over their
academic futures and his superior integrity ensured that
even if one did talk he could pass it off as trying to
avoid punishment. It was the major reason he never used
a good girl. They might be believed. Some of the more
rambunctious girls would put up a fight and that turned
him on even more. That was the other reason he used bad
girls, he liked to tame the girls and make them docile
to him. It wasn't much different from bringing a wild
horse to heel.
Trish lay perfectly still now. She began to cry quietly,
the tears leaking out one by one down her face. Many
more long minutes had passed and Mr. Johnston hadn't
moved his hand at all. He kept up a steady light
pressure and when he deemed the time right he very
slowly and very gently began to make circular motions
with his index and middle fingers, softly rubbing her
clit through its protective hood. At this point he
pulled his pants and boxers down, gingerly working them
off with his feet.
It didn't take long before his gentle rubbing had its
intended effect. Trish began to gyrate almost
imperceptibly in time with his fingers and more
tellingly a fresh gush of her wetness soaked into his
palm. He worked his fingers between her lips and started
to run his middle finger down her slit where he'd circle
her opening, gathering up some of her lubrication to
spread back up for a few circles around her clit.
She had stopped crying and with each pass of his fingers
across her love button a slight sensual moan would
escape Trish's lips. Her resistance began to wear and
the weak gyrations intensified. With each new pass he
would press his finger into her the tiniest bit further,
until with each circuit he was slipping his finger in to
the first knuckle. He knew not to go further yet. Only
when he had completely broken her could he penetrate her
quim completely with his finger. For now he kept up his
ministrations, methodically rubbing his finger along her
sweet treasure waiting for the trigger to the next step.
Then it hit him, the musky yet tantalizing scent of her
womanhood wafted up and he breathed in deeply. Then,
without warning, he quickly pulled his hand away and
smacked her firm ass one, two, three times as hard as he
could. He did this to catch her off guard as he stood
up. While she yelped he placed his left hand near the
top of her back while the other guided his hard-as-steel
rod between her dripping pussy lips.
With no hesitation, before young Trish could react, he
impaled himself in her, bursting past her hymen. Once
he'd gotten in he in he put his right hand next to his
left, holding her down. Trish screamed, the pain was as
intense as a thousand spanks at once and she nearly
blacked out from the sensation. Once the first stab of
pain had subsided Trish began to buck wildly, trying to
throw him off like a bucking bronco to his cowboy. It
was useless however, he had her pinned, literally.
"Oh my god! What are you doing? No! I can't.. please,
I'm still a virgin! Help please... somebody!"
Mr. Johnston wasn't worried. The school was empty at
this time and the night janitors wouldn't be here for a
couple more hours. She could scream as loud and as long
as she needed to. After much trial and error he had
learned that it was best to just stay quiet at this
point. Being stern would only make her fear him in the
end and trying to calm them down usually led to them
crying throughout. He just stood with his hard cock
pressed steadily in her and his hand held firmly on her
back waiting for her to calm down.
Trish was in panic. She screamed for help for at least a
full minute while she tried to buck him off and out of
her. Soon enough though her efforts began to tire and
she couldn't keep up the intensity. Her screams became
hushed until they puttered out completely. The rearing
subsided in time with her weakening cries for help. She
had finally realized there was nothing she could do and
no one was coming to save her. Tears pushed out her
eyes again as everything overwhelmed her.
Once she had relaxed completely he began to pulse his
cock inside her. He watched himself on the computer
screen, glorying in the amazing view of his cock buried
in a hot thirteen year old cunt. He then started to
thrust into and out of her just barely. Push, throb,
pull, push, throb, pull. He kept this up for nearly ten
minutes until he could feel his work beginning to have
an effect. Unable to control the conflicting feelings
rushing through her petite frame Trish began to thrust
back at him, a surge of pleasure running through her
with each throb of his hardness. Finally her sobbing
was replaced by a heavy panting.
Then he slowly pulled back to the point where he was
about to fall out of her and then he thrust himself into
her hard and repeatedly. Really fucking her hard. Trish
had no choice, her body had betrayed her and she was
completely lost in lust and the instinctive rhythm of
sex.
This was the part he relished. Pounding his big hard
meat into a tight teen virgin and her loving it. He took
his hands off her back and grasped her stomach, pulling
her torso up from the desk. He pushed his hands up her
cotton blouse to grab her sexy little tits. I knew she
wasn't wearing a bra, he thought. He deliberately kept
the office cool, hoping to harden little nipples as they
came in and Trish's were displayed proudly as she
sheepishly walked in earlier. He fingered her nipples,
pinching and pulling at them as he rammed her deeply.
Trish had completely lost all her inhibitions, she was
loving having her breasts played with for the first time
by someone else and the added sensation sent her over
the edge. Starting with a slow chant Trish's moans of
pleasure rapidly increased as an orgasm exploded
throughout her.
"Oh my god. Oh my god.. oh my god... oh.. my.. GAWD!"
Mr. Johnston continued to pound away at her, squeezing
her breasts as he quickly slipped in and out of her
amazingly tight twat. As Trish approached her second
orgasm Mr. Johnston could feel his own building. He
picked up the pace and power, pistoning his cock into
her cervix with each harsh thrust.
Just as he was about to cum Trish started on her second,
moaning the Almighty's name faster and faster. Her pussy
started to milk his throbbing tool, her muscles rippling
along his shaft. With one last thrust the principal
pushed himself into her with every ounce of strength he
could, unleashing an unrelenting torrent of cum into her
steaming pussy. Trish could feel him jerking around
inside her as he splashed ropey streams of cum into her
and it only strengthened her orgasm, making it last much
longer and feel way better than her first.
When he had finished he lay atop her breathing heavily,
gathering his wits about him. Her tits were still held
firmly in his hand and he gave them a quick one-two
squeeze as he leaned his head in next to hers and
whispered in her ear, "I love you, Trish Williams."
That was what sealed the deal. He pulled his softening
member out of her cum filled quim while pulling his
hands out of her shirt. He sat down quickly to put his
boxers and pants on. Never let them see your nakedness
the first time, he thought to himself.
Trish laid still, her eyes shut and her breathing ragged
as she came down from the afterglow. As he finished
doing his pants he looked over at the screen and could
make out a pinkish mix of blood and cum oozing from her
freshly fucked crack. Mr. Johnston took the time to
pocket the girls panties and untuck the waistband of her
pleated skirt, letting it fall loosely around her
thighs.
He gave her another minute to calm down and then said,
"Stand up and face me."
Trish obeyed. Her face was a mess and her blouse was
ruffled, giving the girl such a strong sex appeal it was
all he could do not to push her back onto his desk and
pound her senseless again.
"Miss Williams, I hope you understand now that drugs are
a serious problem with serious consequences."
"Um.. Yes, sir," she replied hesitantly.
"Good, now go clean yourself up and go home. I don't
want to see you in my office for bad behavior again. Is
that clear young Miss?"
"Oh yes sir. I swear it sir. I'll never do it again, I
promise."
He knew she would.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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