Schoolgirl’s Dress Code Discipline - Sex Stories

Schoolgirl’s Dress Code Discipline

... present today. Good girl. I always want you to wear panties like this.”

“Y-yes, Sir,” she said. She felt weak. And hot. Her body felt so hot.

“It’s so much easier this time, isn’t it? Isn’t it better when you’re a good girl, Anna?”

“It’s Annabel,” her mouth offered before she realized she was speaking.

SMACK! His hand stung her ass again.

“Ow!” She yelped. He hit her again. She felt her body quake under the blow. And again. And again. She writhed, but there was nowhere to go. Her ass felt stung and hot as he paddled her with his palm.

"You will address me properly, young lady." He spanked her again. "Do you understand?" And again. Her ass jiggled with every blow.

"Yes, Sir! Yes, Principal Denton, Sir! I understand! I'm sorry, Sir!" She exclaimed, as if each smack on her ass forced the words out of her.

He stopped hitting her. Then she felt his hand pull her panties to the side. She gasped at the sudden feeling of cool office air on her exposed, pink pussy.

"Oh wouldya look at this," he proclaimed gleefully. "Does getting spanked get my little slut excited?"

"Yes, Sir." She knew better than to question him by now. And she knew it was true. If she'd been wet when she walked in, now that he had manhandled her, she was soaked.

"Good girl. My little slut should always get wet when I touch her."

She felt his fingers split her cunt open. How they pushed and pried. She heard the gushing of her treacherous pussy as he took her. "Oh, Sir," she ...

... moaned. "You shouldn't . . . oh fuck you shouldn't . . . ."

"But doesn't it feel good, Annabel? Being my slut? Getting that drenched pussy finger-fucked over my desk like a good girl?"

"Yes, Sir!" He was pumping his digits in and out of her helpless body. It felt better than any boy's cock she had taken. Bigger, too.

"Tell me, Annabel," he breathed into her ear, the warm air tickling as he violated her cunt with his hand.

"It feels good, Sir. Oh it feels so good when you finger me. Fuck!" She felt like she would cum like this. She was helpless, ashamed. But she didn't care. The wonderful, abusive pleasure in her cunt was all that mattered. She pushed her hips back at him, her hair a mess over where her head was laid over the desk.

"That's a good girl, baby. Fuck yourself on my fingers."

"Yes, Sir! Yes! Please keep doing it to me."

"Keep doing what, slut. Tell me."

"Keep finger-fucking me!" SLAP! He smacked her ass hard this time as he pumped her slick pussy. She loved it. And it was just his fingers. That made it OK, she thought. This wasn’t too far.

"Beg like a good bitch," he snarled, spitting the last word. His aggression almost made her cream on the spot.

"Please, Sir, please keep doing me! Please! Fuck your slut, Sir!"

"OK, slut."

His hand left her neck and she heard the clinking of a belt. Then she felt something so much bigger than fingers. She felt his hands dig into her hips. She felt him pull her thong down to her ankles.

"You dirty ...