Schoolgirl’s Dress Code Discipline - Sex Stories

Schoolgirl’s Dress Code Discipline

"Annabel Howard to the principal's office. Ms. Howard, please come to the principal's office. Thank you." The crackly speaker clicked off, ending Mrs. Fisk’s monotone announcement. Annabel felt the eyes of her classmates on her. Her tummy knotted as heat began to rush into her arms, shoulder, and face—the telltale signs of her body growing flush.

“You better go, Anna,” her teacher said.

“It’s Annabel,” she muttered under her breath as she stood from her desk and left through the classroom door.

This was the third time in as many weeks Annabel was summoned to Principal Denton’s office. The last two times had been for dress code infractions. The first time she understood, much as she found the notion of a dress code bizarre. She had been wearing a very low-cut tank top, and when she saw Mr. Brown, the mid-year hire just out of college, she had pulled her jean shorts up so the bottom of her ass hung out when he walked by her. She felt Mr. Brown’s head turn, his gaze tracking her jiggling ass cheeks. A self-satisfied grin crept into the corners of her mouth as her pussy gushed into the tiny thong she’d been wearing. But despite letting him perv out on her teen body, Mr. Brown narced! And Annabel had found herself face-to-face with Principal Denton.

Denton had alternated between chewing her out and shaking his head in disappointment. Her tummy was knotted the whole time from the shame of being caught, exposed. At moments she could barely hear his baritone voice over ...

... a whooshing hum in her ears. Not that she minded looking at him. He was handsome in his broad-shouldered, domineering way. Handsome but terrifying. And face to face with Principal Denton in his office, it was mostly the terror that consumed Annabel.

Today she was wearing a normal sundress. She was showing almost no cleavage, and it came down past her knees. It didn’t stop boys from checking out how the fabric hugged her hips or how her butt wiggled when she walked, but it wasn’t cause to get called out of class.

Annabel reached the now-familiar administrative office door, took a breath, and went inside. Mrs. Fisk looked up over her horn-rimmed glasses. “You can go right in, Ms. Howard.” Annabel walked right past her and knocked on Principal Denton’s door.

“Come in,” his baritone announced.

Annabel opened the door to find Principal Denton looking down at an array of papers on his desk. The desk lamp’s light just barely caught the stubble on his shaved head.

He looked up, at first with recognition, and then with something else. “Ah, Annabel. Have a seat.” She did, planting her cushiony bottom in the chair across from Principal Denton. His eyes lingered on her, his lips slightly open to show off his teeth. ”Do you know why I called you in today?”

“No,” she said. His gaze was hungry. She felt her pulse quicken. She rubbed her thighs together gently, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” He asked sternly.

“N-no, sir,” she replied.

“I ...