Jennifer and the Headmaster - Sex Stories

Jennifer and the Headmaster

Sitting in my car daydreaming, listening to the music and waiting for my Daughter to come out of school, there is a tap at the window. It startles me and I jump, looking out I see the Headmaster, Mike Johnson so I put down the window and he apologizes for surprising me. He informs me that Sarah will be a little late because she has some project she wants to finish up and then asks if I would like to join him in his office for tea while we wait. I accept his invitation and he opens the door to let me out, as he stands and holds the door he gets a good look at my bare legs, compliments of my short skirt. I swing my legs out to face him as he offers his hand to assist me to stand up and in doing so I part them slightly so he can see right up to my skimpy damp see through panties. I pretend like I have no idea that I did that and he pretends not to notice. I have suspected for some time that Mike is infatuated with me because he is always finding ways to come out and chat with me while I wait for Sarah. He tries so hard to get me to stay for a bit and talk and I figure he delays Sarah on purpose. We make small talk on the way to his office, covering things like the weather and local news. As we ascend the steps up to the administration building he lags behind and lets me go ahead, I know this is so he can get a good look at my full bottom swaying back and forth under my short skirt. Once inside his office we sit on a small couch up against the big windows that look out onto a ...

... large courtyard and he brings me some tea. I thank him and as I take a sip I casually point out that it has been a long time since I was in the Headmasters office. Oh, he replies and what was the reason that you would be called to the Headmasters office. Well I say, it is too embarrassing to tell you that, no please tell me he says I will not make fun of you. Little does he know that I am making it all up because I went to a public school and corporal punishment had long been abolished. I pretend to be shy and with a little more prodding from Mike I finally start to tell him my made up story. Basically I repeat a nice favourite erotic tale that I have read and masturbated to many times and secretly want to come true. The story involves a young rebellious teenager who more than once gets sent to the office for six strokes of the cane to try to modify her behaviour. I describe in great detail how awkward it is for me to have to keep bending over and removing my panties so that mean Headmaster could beat my bare bottom. I keep glancing at Mike and I can see that he is eating up this concocted story and listening to every word I say, I also notice that he is getting a little uncomfortable sitting. Mike commends me on sharing my experiences with him and points out that I am such a lovely young woman, he never would have imagined that I would need to be spanked. There is that word “SPANKED” it almost screams in my head, the one word that will make my pussy cream, I did not use the ...