Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Running/Office/Bevvy/Eat
“It’s your punishment, so I’m not stopping until you learn that you should not run in the halls,” you insisted, moving your finger down and catching the drop of fluid. With a bit of hesitation you tasted it, you had never before tasted urine, and that really didn’t appeal to you, but seeing that drop of fluid slipping out of such pristine pussy sparked your curiosity.
It did tasted a bit sour, so likely there was a bit of urine in it, but most of the flavor was clearly of little girl pussy, a delicacy you had not tasted yet, and that you weren’t willing to pass.
“I’m going to punish you for the next two minutes,” you informed the girl, turning the clock in your desk so you both could see the time, “if you pee in that time, I’m afraid I’ll have to increase your punishment,” you said, and without further ado, you pushed her legs open and dived into her preteen snatch.
“Whaaat?” she cried out Benevolence as your tongue made contact with her pussy. Her hand jumped to your head, trying to push you away, but you were much stronger than the seven year old, and weren’t willing to give up on tasting her.
The first thing you did was to give her flower an open mouth kiss, she was so small you could cover her whole vulva with your mouth. Once there you ran your tongue from the bottom of her little pussy all the way to her hidden clit on top, you paused briefly, enjoying the texture and taste of little girl in your mouth. There was a salty and a bit of a bitter taste, a mixture of sweat and pee, but it only served to enhance the real flavor you could taste seeping from her lips.
“Noooo!” she said, her little hands still trying to push you away, her legs trying to crush your head, but even with all her strength, it only served to increase your determination, “it feels weird… that’s dirty…” she complained, but you could also hear her breathing getting faster, maybe for reasons other than fear.
As your tongue went back down for another pass, you move it much slower, really paying attention to her little pussy, pressing it between her lips and being delighted at the taste that lay underneath. As your tongue rose up, it found a crevice filled with flavor, and you know you’ve found the entrance to her vagina. Benevolence gave a big whimper as your tongue applied a bit of pressure there, testing her hymen, but you wouldn’t be taking that today, so you kept moving to her clit, and there you let your tongue really explore.
“Pleeeese…” the girl continued to beg above you, but you noticed her hands on your head no longer tried to push you away, and her legs weren’t pressing your head as hard, “it’s dirty… I don’t wanna peeee myself!”
You also didn’t want her to pee in your mouth, although if that was the price to eat out a prepubescent snatch, then perhaps you would be willing to pay it. You started closing your mouth, sucking out all the fluids she was offering to you, until your lips were only around her tiny clit, by now completely drenched in your spit and no longer hidden, but a hard nub that made the little girl whimper and tremble any time your tongue gave it another lick.
“Noooo, I’m gonna peee,” she said, but then her legs opened on their own as your lips closed over her clit, and her hands suddenly stopped pushing you, but instead pressed your head against her. You could feel her hard nub pulsing under your lips while more of her delicious fluids entered your mouth.
With one last lick, you removed your head from between her legs, as she kept whining. You weren’t sure if she’s had an orgasm or just got close to it, but a look to the clock proved you had overextended her punishment by several minutes.
“Congratulations,” you said, licking your lips, “that part of your punishment is over, and you didn’t pee.”
“Why were you kissing my kitty?” she demanded, her hands quickly covering her wet pussy.
“It was your punishment for running in the halls,” you said, trying to be convincing, “and if you do it again, I’ll keep going until you really pee do yourself, and all your classmates will know you did.”
“I… I didn’t pee myself?” she asked, taking her hand from her groin and carefully smelling it.
Could it be that a seven-year-old girl could reach orgasm, you wondered? If that’s the case, you were happy to be able to taste her and give her that pleasure, even if you had to twist it into a punishment for her.
“You didn’t,” you assured her, “but I’ll make sure that you do if you're caught running again, are we clear?”
She nodded, still smelling her hand, while the other kept covering her pussy. You hoped the experience would open a new world of masturbation for this child. In this town, that’s the least they deserved.