Melissa stared at the piece of paper that she held in her shaking hand; she started to cry. The sticky juices on her fingers soiled her most precious memorabilia, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t believe she had been in the post for two whole years. The tears were short-lived, and she brushed them away within seconds of them appearing. They were tears of joy as she remembered the day when she had acquired the job of head teacher at this prestigious all-girls school. She had earned it though; at forty-two years old, she had earned it.
And yet, when she had started her new job, she never dreamed it would turn out like it had and she never dreamed she would have to dole out so much correction at a girls' school.
But here she was, with Debra Fortescue well on her way out of her office, whimpering to herself. She lifted her fingers to her nose for one last sniff of pussy before she pressed the intercom to ask her assistant to send in Jennifer Westley. Melissa placed the piece of paper back into the drawer and waited for Miss Westley to appear.
What a sight, thought Melissa. Hair strewn all over the place, shirt half in, half out of the shortest skirt she had ever seen on a girl, the top button completely missing and the other two peeled apart, placing her bulging breasts on full display. At least she had a bra on – just!
Melissa bit her lip as Miss Westley sauntered up to the desk. She couldn’t believe a girl could get in such a state. Their eyes caught each other before Jennifer caught sight of the rack of canes that sat upright between two bookshelves behind the head teacher.
Melissa followed her gaze and looked behind her and then back at Jennifer.
“What’s your excuse?” She asked.
“No excuse, Miss.”
Jennifer stood firm, bold as brass and expecting her punishment.
“Jennifer Westley, at eighteen, you should know better, you’re a year older than Debra and I find your behaviour quite disturbing.”
The smirk on Jennifer’s face said everything Melissa needed to know.
“What are we going to do with you, Jennifer? What are we going to do?”
“Probably the same as what you did to Debra, Miss.”
The outburst didn’t help matters. Not that Jennifer wanted to help matters; far from it, she knew exactly why she was there.
Melissa stood up, walked slowly around the desk and stood behind Jennifer. Close enough to hear her breathing, close enough to smell the perfume that she was wearing, close enough to feel the heat rise from her body and close enough to know that she was relishing the thought of being punished.
“And what was it that I did to Debra?”
“She indicated, with the finger of one hand and a loop of her second hand, that you finger-fucked her, Miss.”
Melissa’s hand perched on the hem of Jennifer’s skirt. She looked downwards and played with it. Stroking it from side to side. She swore her fingertips could feel the heat coming off Jennifer’s pussy.
“Is it worth me telling you to take your knickers down, Jennifer?”
“No, Miss.”
“I thought not.”
The hand between Jennifer’s shoulder blades left her in no doubt that she should bend over the desk. Melissa tapped her on the bottom and motioned with her hand that she should spread her legs a little. Her fingernail brushed against a left-over wet patch from her earlier excitement. The skirt was raised and flattened over Jennifer’s back.
Melissa stood back from the girl. Admired her ass and her gorgeous legs, and admired the way she accepted her punishment like a good little girl. She also admired her never-ending ability to get into trouble. But while Debra was a blubbering, I’m-so-sorry-miss, please-don’t-hurt-me-miss, Jennifer was quite the opposite. She knew all too well how much Jennifer got off on being naughty in class.
“What did you make Debra do?”
Jennifer said nothing at first; her eyes were closed, her hands flat on the table, waiting for her head teacher to slide a finger into her waiting and sopping cunt, daydreaming about being finger fucked just like Debra had been. The only words running through her mind were: fucking do it. The two hard slaps on her ass brought her back to the present moment. She yelped out loud, which only brought a smile to Melissa’s lips.
“For the last time, what did you make Debra do?”
“She was teasing me, Miss. Making fun of my breasts, Miss. So, I cornered her, after class, pushed her onto her knees and I made her lick my pussy, Miss.”
Melissa’s hand touched Jennifer’s bottom, caressed it, found the groove that led to her anus and let her finger follow it. It slid down, over her sweet little puckered hole and onto her wet lips.
“You made her lick your pussy?”
“Yes, Miss. She was good at it too, Miss.”
Melissa’s finger slipped along the crevice between her puffy lips and sunk into her accommodating hole. The same hole that was caught with Debra Fortescue’s mouth on it.
“Fuck, Miss. That’s so nice, Miss.”
Melissa couldn’t believe the words coming out of Jennifer’s mouth. Well, she could, because she had heard them numerous times before. This wasn’t her first time draped across the head teacher’s desk with her cunt on display for misbehaving and she surmised it wouldn’t be the last time either.
“Who caught you at it?”
“Miss Evans caught us, Miss.”
“Was she alarmed at what you were doing?” A smile crept across Melissa’s face and she bit her lip with a degree of excitement knowing full well that Emily Evans was a through-and-through heterosexual. A prim and proper lady, if she was allowed to label her as such.
Two fingers of Melissa’s right hand slid into Jennifer’s cunt; the other hand rested on the table just to the left of the girl’s breast which had splayed outwards with the weight of her body, and just behind her outstretched arm.
“Fuck, Miss. Yes, Miss. She was most upset at the scene when she opened the door. It didn’t help that I was yelling that I was cumming, Miss.”