Victoria Parker: How much for your daughter?

"I have several options. I can expel you, suspend you, or I could punish you with a spanking, which I believe you need after that brazen performance on the field at the football game."

"Gosh, I didn't know I'd done anything wrong!" Amy protested.

"You obviously haven't read the student code of conduct manual. It states clearly the type of behavior we expect from our students."

Mr. Tuttle came around the desk and stood over Amy, looking down into her pretty, young face.

"Stand up and lean over my desk while I administer a spanking for your punishment," he said with a scolding tremor in his deep, manly voice.

Amy got up. She bent over his big desk, her elbows cocked, her chin in her hands. Mr. Tuttle looked salaciously at the way Amy's fine ass arched out, pushed at her little skirt.

He raised the pleats and layered the skirt back up on her waist to reveal her pretty pink panties, pink nylon that gloved her ass tightly, the elastic edge screaming high on her chubby asscheeks.

Mr. Tuttle stood for a moment admiring Amy's delicious rump. He was an ass aficionado. He knew good ass, and he knew also that he was looking at a marvelous teenaged butt.

He yanked Amy's panties down to her thighs so they were a tight stretch of pink. Her ass stunned him. It was the best ass he had ever seen, so damn smooth, round, perfectly sculpted, as if it had been chipped from expensive ivory by a master artist.

"Do my panties need to be down?" Amy asked.

"Of course."

He whacked his hand at her ass.

Smack, thwack, slap, whap, crack!

His hand made her ass jiggle juicily as he slapped the rosy cheeks. His cock throbbed to an immediate hard-on, pushing at his slacks like a lead pipe. He smacked Amy's ass some more. She looked over her shoulder and saw the passion and emotion on his handsome face.

Then he was suddenly caressing her ass, his hand making soft circles on the round plumpness.

"Are you done, sir?" Amy asked.

"Not quite," he whispered.

"But you're not spankin' me anymore are you? You're just kinda feelin' back there."

"Yes, I'm deciding if I should punish you some more."

His hand was trembling as he cupped each asscheek and felt the sweet, youthful curves.

Amy looked back over her shoulder. She saw the incredibly big spike in his slacks. His finger trailed up and down the furry slit of Amy's ass-crack.

"Oooooh, jeeez, sir," Amy whimpered. "This is a magnificent ass!" the headmaster blurted.

"Jeez, really," Amy purred.

His hand slid between her thighs and his fingers meshed with the furry warmth of her blonde cunny patch. Amy felt a ripple of excitement shoot through her fine body. After all, this was the headmaster, and he was starting to feel her up. She didn't know exactly what to do.

"Should I turn around?" she asked demurely.

Mr. Tuttle fell to his knees behind Amy and began raining sweet, hot, loving kisses all over her ass.

"Hey, gawdddddd!" Amy whispered. "You're kissin' my ass back there, sir!"

"Yes, mmm, mmm, yes," he mumbled. Then his tongue slithered up and down her ass-crack.

It was a first for Amy, and the feel of his warm dobber swishing up and down her asscrack sent shivers of excitement sizzling though her.

"Oh, gawd, Mr. Tuttle… that… that feels sooooo darn good!" Amy cried, reveling in the delicious tingle that his swishing tongue gave her.

Then he buttoned her whole with the tip of his slushy tongue and started administering a fabulous rim job to the little darling.

"Shittttt!" Amy yelped. "Gawwwwd, come on, not on my shithole, sir!"

But the feeling she had was so wonderful, Amy couldn't do anything but set her legs farther apart in a wide inverted V that let Mr. Tuttle have a good target-shot at her asshole. His tongue slobbered at the tight little bud.

"Aw, gee, aaahhhh, gawwwwd!" Amy babbled.

"Mmmmmmmm, mmmmm!" Mr. Tuttle murmured, his tongue swirling at Amy's asshole.

"You're… you're fuckin' my asshole with your tongue, Mr. Tuttle!" Amy barked hotly.

He twisted her around and stood up. Amy's skirt was caught on the desk, still up on her waist. Mr. Tuttle unzipped his fly and yanked out his cock.

"Oh, ah!" Amy gasped. "Jeez, that's a big boner, sir!" The tip was fizzing, spurting out gobs of hot, thick cum. "Should I kiss it and stuff?" Amy asked.

"I want to fuck you, Miss Cosgrove," the headmaster whispered.

"There's so much boner, though!" But he had his cock in his hand. He moved against her.

"Let's fuck," he whispered.

"Here on the desk?" Amy gulped.

"You're beautiful. I want to fuck you, Amy."

Amy reached out. She needed to feel that big cock. She got a good grip on it. The stalk was flat on top, round underneath, a full ten inches of throbbing, manly prick. She shuddered with passion. She loved cocks, big hard, manly cocks like this, and she gave the thumping prick a good, hard squeeze. Then she bent over and kissed the foaming tip.

"Ah, ahhhhhh, Amy!" Mr. Tuttle sobbed. Amy glanced up at his impassioned face, took his big cock in her mouth and sucked the top. He trembled and shook with sheer delight. Amy felt the hot cum swish into her mouth. She swallowed gobs of the fizzing juice.

Mr. Tuttle pulled her off his prick and lifted her to his big desk. Amy lay back, and set her legs apart. Mr. Tuttle climbed up over her.

"You gonna fuck me on your desk, Mr. Headmaster?"

"Yes, damn right," Mr. Tuttle huffed, lowering his body over Amy, fisting his prick.

He punched into her little pussy.

"Oh, ohhhh, jeez, you got your prick in me!" Amy yelped.

"Oh, yeah!" Mr. Tuttle said. "Damn right, damn right!"

He started stroking, slowly at first, slicking his wide plank-like prick in and out of Amy's gulping little pussy.

The darling girl lay beneath him, her lovely blonde hair splayed out on the desk, her legs set wide apart for good fucking. She moved in humping pumps up to the big cock.

"I have never done anything like this before, I want you to know that," Mr. Tuttle huffed.

"I'm glad you're doin' it now, sir! I'm glad you're fuckin' me like this!"

"You are so sweet, so pretty, so damn fine!" he panted, slipping his hand under her beefy little ass, pushing her up to his thick stroking.

"Oooohhh, jeeez!" Amy cried.

"Do you like to fuck, Amy?" he asked.

"Yes!"

"Tell me."

"I like to fuck, Mr. Tuttle! I really like to fuck, so fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard and fast! Come on, fuck me harder, faster! Come on, fuck me, you dirty guy! Fuck me!"

"I love you!" Mr. Tuttle blurted.

"Love me and fuck me, Mr. Headmaster!"

Mr. Tuttle humped harder. His big prick slicked like a greasy piston in and out of the young schoolgirl.

Amy adored fucking. She loved the feel of his manly cock in her cunt. She couldn't think of anything that was more thrilling or felt better than fucking, and she liked being up on her headmaster's desk, having him pumping prick to her. She put her saddle shoes flat on the desk and pushed her ass up off the blotter and rolled her hips in fuck sweet swirls.

Mr. Tuttle's cock made slishing sounds as he fucked in and out of Amy. His hand squeezed her ass, and he managed to diddle a finger up her asshole.

Amy fucked back to him. She put her arms around his neck. She hooked her legs around his pumping ass. They looked beautiful on the desk, the headmaster and his student, looking fine, locked in a hot fuck.

"Amy, Amy!" he whispered.

"Fuck me, you bad guy!"

"I don't ever wanna stop fuckin' you, Amy!"

"Then don't, don't stop fuckin', let's just keep screwin' like this all day, sir!"

He humped, pumped hard. Their bodies, slick and hot, slapped together in fucking slaps. His big prick was deep in her pussy, lodged down in there to give Amy a good feeling, a feeling she cherished, because she loved men, older men. They were so exciting, and she loved to see how hard they got, hard like Mr. Tuttle was right now as he fucked up and down on top of her.