Thomas Trent: Back door schoolgirl

Her perky tits were thrust up and out against the top of her thin dress. She wore no bra, and her nipples pointed through the material. The man stared hard at the smooth valley between them, wishing her dress were cut just a little lower. Her slim waist was clearly outlined by the narrow belt that pulled in her dress. The dress smoothly curved out again to follow the gentle flaring of her hips. The dress stopped just above her knees. From what Osborne could see of her legs, they were firm and velvet smooth. The flawless, creamy white flesh that he could see called out to him. As his cock started to rise, he wanted to fall to his knees and worship her body.

Instead, he said, "Mrs. Johnson's waiting for you. Go see her." Noticing the way the girl was looking at him, he added, "You're in trouble, honey."

Jenny turned haughtily and began walking down to the next office. Her head was held high. Osborne eyeballed the girl's firm ass as she shook it from side to side. No one noticed the fleeting grin that passed across his face as he stared hard, then went into his office.

Jenny went into Mrs. Johnson's office and found the vice-principal for girls sitting behind her desk, waiting for her. The woman looked up as Jenny entered and closed the door behind her. The girl gulped, losing some of her determination as she saw the lady staring it her.

Mary Johnson was at least ten years older than the girl, and maybe more. She was a little taller than Jenny. Her large, expressive brown eyes were complemented by her short, wavy auburn hair. She had a large, wide mouth with full lips. Her face was smooth and untroubled, yet there was something menacing about her that Jenny could feel. As the woman sat behind her desk, Jenny could see part of her tanned chest and a bit of pure white cleavage between her great tits. The woman sensed Jenny's fear and smiled with her lips, but not with her eyes. It only served to increase Jenny's discomfort.

"H-hello, Mrs. Johnson," Jenny said, almost whispering. "I guess you know why I'm here."

The woman looked her up and down before answering, taking in every feature of the young girl's fine body. "Yes. Yes, I do." She leaned back, her voice hardening as she said, "Now, explain yourself."

"Well it's-it's kind of embarrassing, Mrs. Johnson. You see, my boyfriend and I – we…" her voice trailed off. Beginning again, she said, "Well we were sitting in his car, and…" She stopped, at a lost for words.

Now she was realizing how incriminating her story would sound.

Mrs. Johnson stood up and came around the desk. She said, "I understand, Jenny. You pulled down your panties and let him play with your cunt." Jenny was shocked. "Then you pulled out his stiff prick. Or maybe it was the other way around." Her gaze slithered up and down Jenny's body again. "Hmmmmm, you do look like the kind of young bitch who would grab at a boy's cock, don't you." It was a statement, not a question.

Jenny gasped. "Ma'am, since you already know what we were doing, can we please get this over with?"

"Quiet! I'm doing the talking here." When Jenny stood there open-mouthed, the woman continued. "As I was saying before you interrupted me. Regardless of what order things occurred in, you pulled out the boy's cock. You jacked him off until his cum spurted in your hand. What did you do with the cum after Mr. Osborne caught you? Did you lick it up and swallow it? Answer me!"

Red-faced, the girl began sobbing, "No, I didn't lick it up. Why are you doing this to me? Just punish me and get it over with please."

The woman sneered. "You little sluts are all alike." Then she patted down her dress. "All right, since you want to get it over with, we can. Let's see – I could expel you from school for this. Then all your work this semester would have been wasted." She looked hard at the girl. Receiving the appropriate amount of cringe, she continued. "Or you could submit to my own special brand of punishment and stay in school." She sniffed, nodding her head up and down. Her eyes bored holes in the girl the whole time.

"W-what is it? Oh, Mrs. Johnson, I do want to stay in school? Please, tell me what it is!"

The woman's gaze again darted up and down the girl's curvaceous body. She said, "All right, but before I do, there's one more thing I could do – suspension for five days. However, since finals are this week, it would be the same as expelling you." She looked at the girl as if waiting for a response.

Jenny couldn't keep the ray of hope from sounding in her voice. She eagerly cried, "Okay, okay. Punish me. I really don't have much choice, do I? Please, just don't kick me out of school, Mrs. Johnson. Anything but that!"

The woman nodded, knowing the girl was hers. "Okay, Jenny. We're gonna do it my way." She smiled. "I'm glad you're being sensible." After a moment's hesitation, she told the girl, "Now, what you need is a good spanking, and I'm gonna give it to you. Pull down your panties and lean across my desk."

Jenny stepped back, surprise registering on her pretty face. She needed another moment to think. In her mind, she replayed the alternatives. Trembling, she thought of exposing herself to the older woman. After arguing with herself for a split second, she knew there was only one thing she could do.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly said, "Okay, Mrs. Johnson. I'll do it." She began raising her dress.

Watching closely, the woman said, "One more thing, Jenny. From now on, you are to do exactly as I tell you. Do not speak again unless I ask you a question. Don't make any noise or protest. I won't hurt you. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Ma'am," whispered Jenny, her voice so low that it could hardly be heard. Again, she began raising her dress to get at her panties.

Mrs. Johnson's glance flicked over the young girl's tits. Then her gaze roved down slowly, until she got to the girl's feet. Her gaze slithered over Jenny's smooth, creamy legs until she got to the slowly raising hemline of the dress. As the dress rose, her gaze rose with it.

Jenny uncomfortably noticed the woman's gaze and she trembled. She was getting lusty signals, and thought she must be wrong. It was impossible for the older woman to be sexually attracted to her. Why, the respected vice principal had been at the school for as long as she could remember. She shook her head to clear her mind, then hooked her fingers into her panties. She yanked them down to her ankles, bending over as she did so. There was nothing she could do about her wildly beating heart.

The woman said, "That's fine, honey. Now, lie across my desk and flip your dress up onto your back. I don't want it getting in the way."

"Yes, Ma'am," Jenny stammered. She bobbled a couple of steps to the big oak desk. With a grunt, she bent across it. Her face flushed, she slipped up the back of her dress.

Mary Johnson suppressed a sharp gasp. With her hind around her throat, she stared with rapidly glazing eyes at the young girl's upturned ass. The girl's satiny smooth asscheeks were firm and round. There was a deep crack between her beautiful asscheeks. The woman could not keep from staring up and down the young girl's legs and ass. Her breath came quicker. She knew she had never seen such a fine, firm ass. The girl's tender white flesh glowed with freshness and health, from her pretty feet and slender legs, all the way up to her flawless, creamy asscheeks.

Jenny lay there, silently waiting for the slap she knew would be coming. The cool air caressed her ass, and she felt tingles of sensation coming from the area. She was still hot and unsatisfied from her rudely interrupted session with Jack. With a start, she realized she was excited by the strange turn of events. She closed her eyes.

Chills raced up and down her spine as she felt the cool touch of the lady's hand on her ass. The hand lightly cupped her asscheeks and rubbed them up and down. Then she felt a light slapping, first on one cheek and then on the other. Reflexively, her asscheeks began tensing for the swats she knew to be forthcoming. She braced herself, and just in time. The older woman brought her hand far back, then swung.