Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Running/Office/Bevvy/Blow
“Now, besides running in the halls, you also were very rude to me, remember?” the girl just looked at your eyes, a bit of fear returning to them, and gave a very small nod, “so I need you to apologize for that, and promise you won’t do it again.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said after a brief hesitation, “I won’t do it again,” well, she was good at following instructions, even if a bit too literal.
“What are you sorry for?”
“I… I shouldn’t have… being rude with you?”
“You shouldn’t have tried to get away when I called you, and you shouldn’t have started crying and force me to drag you to the office,” you spelled it for her.
She just lowered her head, a new “I’m sorry,” much quieter left her lips, “I just wanted to play,” she added, in the same quiet tone.
“Well, I need you to do something for me to show me you’re really sorry,” you continued, while unzipping your pants and quickly getting your cock out. You were already quite hard from all you’ve done during the day, “give me your hand,” you ordered.
Benevolence raised her face at the order, and was suddenly confronted with your hard member right in front of her face. She froze there, her eyes glued to your cock.
“Come on, Benevolence, give me your hand,” you insisted.
“Why…? what is… that?” she asked, a hand slowly moving towards you.
“That’s my penis,” you said, “my boy-privates, haven’t you seen your brother’s?”
She just shook her head slightly. So, apparently August had only touched them, but not expose himself to them. Well, she was about to get intimately familiar with one. You took her hand and without delay place it on your member.
“Grab it,” you instructed her, “and start moving it back and forth,” you said, moving her hand the first few times and then letting go. The girl’s eyes continued to be glued to your member, but she obeyed, her little hand moving up and down your shaft, perhaps softer than you liked, but getting you closer to release at each moment.
“Is… is it… are you gonna pee…?” she asked, her eyes rising to yours, as her hand slowed down.
“No,” you assured her, “grab it harder and keep moving,” you insisted, then you placed a hand on her head and slightly brought her closer to you cock, “now kiss the tip,” you instructed.
The girl resisted, not allowing her head any closer to your member, “but… it’s dirty?” she asked.
“I can assure you it’s completely clean,” you said, taking offense, you always made sure to clean up after doing anything with a student. You certainly didn’t wanted to catch an infection there, “now kiss it as an apology for being rude with me,” and with that you applied more pressure to her head and moved you cock forward.
The kiss was hesitant at best, but feeling her soft lips on your tip made your cock twitch as a drop of precum poured out “Ew!” she said, turning her head away and wiping her mouth with a hand, apparently not approving the taste of your precum.
“That’s not good enough,” you said, “you have to give it a big kiss for me to forgive you, so do it again, and this time open your mouth.”
You could see tears beginning to form on her eyes, as her breathing became shortened. You didn’t like to make the child suffer, but you were so close you just needed a bit more to shoot your load.
“C’mon, one last kiss and it’ll be over,” you said. Somewhere along the line you had taken your cock in hand and were masturbating on your own, getting ready to shoot. Apparently your promise that it would be the end was enough to convince her, as she turned to you and slightly puckered her lips, “open your mouth, open wide,” you said.
She did, closing her eyes as her mouth opened, even as a few tears rolled down her cheeks. It was both an exciting and disturbing image. And had you not been so close to orgasm it would probably made you take a step back. As it were, you grabbed her head and pressed your cock in her open mouth.
It was warm and wet, very different from a pussy, her little teeth were hard below your glans and you could feel her breathing. The moment you were in she tried to back away, but your hand stopped her, and then her small tongue made contact with your tip, trying to push it out, and that was enough to push you over the edge.
She whimpered and moved wildly as the first shot of sperm filled her mouth, but you held her as a second and a third soon followed, overflowing and dripping down her cheeks, mixing with her tears all the way to her blouse. You let her go after the third spurt, the girl turning her head and spitting your cum while she whimpered and coughed.
You quickly lifted her skirt and pointed your still spurting cock down, squeezing the last dollop of cum over her naked slit a moment before she turned over, getting down from the changing table and curling over herself sobbing and sniffling.
As your orgasm ended, you realized you had been too rough with her, even if the punishment was well within what the guidelines provide.
“Benevolence,” you said after a while. You had already cleaned up your cock and fastened your pants. The child had stayed on the ground, curled upon herself sobbing, the only other movement had been her hands, repeatedly wiping her mouth, “I know that was hard, but what you did was a very bad thing, and this was your punishment. But it’s all over now, as long as you behave you won’t have to do that again,” you assured her, “now let me clean you,” you added, kneeling in front of her with a wet towel in hand.
The child lifted her head at you. Her eyes still filled with fear and tears, her chin still matted with your spunk, and a big wet spot on her blouse, a mixture of your cum and her tears.
She didn’t pull away as you started to clean her face, first her tears and then her chin and neck. “It’s Ok, you’re a very brave girl, you won’t have to do this again,” you continued to reassure her as you made her presentable once more.
She calmed down remarkably quickly, and even smiled a bit when you caressed her hair. It was amazing how resilient children were.
“Now I need you to sit and relax while I type a note for your parents,” you told her, “but don’t worry, as I said, your punishment is over.”
She just nodded and sat there, by now she wasn’t even sniffling anymore, and while you typed, she started rocking her legs on the chair, the very image of a bored girl, if not for the wet spot on her shirt.
St. Andre Truitt Academe: Office of Disciplinary Actions.
This letter is in concerns to the parents and teachers of Miss Benevolence Fine. Today at recess Miss Fine was caught running on the halls, and when ordered to stop, attempted to flee and was disrespectful to the school staff.
For the above reasons, the following action(s) have been issued.
Miss Fine will relinquish her panties for the remainder of the day. Miss Fine must continue with her normal school activities wearing the skirt with which she came to school, without underwear; and if someone notices she is required to confirm that she indeed lost them for misbehaving.
For attempting to flee, Miss Fine was forced to expose her genitals and allow the offended teacher to touch her for a period of no less than 10 minutes.
For being disrespectful, Miss Fine was forced to touch the genitals of the offended teacher and touch them for a period of no more than 5 minutes.
Her teacher, Mrs. Curtis, must ensure Miss Walton does indeed confesses to her undressed state and misconduct if any of her classmates notices.
You explained to Benevolence that she would have to go the rest of the day without her panties, since that was a reminded that she should not run in the halls, and gave her the note.
The girl agreed with you without complaint, and it really didn’t seemed that going commando bothered her too much. In fact as she leave she looked like a happy girl, being able to leave a boring place and return to more exciting things. On one hand you were happy you hand’t scared her for life, but on the other hand it was clear she had not learned her lesson, as you could hear her start running not even a moment after she turned the corner. Well, you’d have to plan a more severe punishment for her next time she dropped by.