April's Punishment/Part 29
It had been over two weeks since Brad had asked April to be his girlfriend in bed that morning. While they had spoken over the phone, they hadn’t had a chance to see each other. Life is tough when your boyfriend goes to high school and you’re still in elementary school.
Tiffany got to see Jacob at recess and lunches and even though they weren’t officially a couple, she got to spend a lot more time with him than April did with Brad. As you might imagine, this left the little girl very frustrated.
Despite her best effort, there is very little a little girl can do about such things. Her father decided he wanted his princess for himself the first weekend and the next, Brad was away at a tennis camp.
After almost three weeks, April was quite fed up and ready to do just about anything to see Brad. She stewed at school one day, racking her brain to come up with any way she could think of to see him. By the end of the day, she was able to come up with a plan.
After school, she took her time walking back to the principal’s office to retrieve her clothes. This wasn’t unusual but this day, she had a very specific reason for arriving after another students had already come and gone. April and Brad had met because she’d gotten in big trouble and been sent to the high school. In her quite frustrated state, she simply decided we was going to do it again. But what sort of thing would get her into that much trouble?
Once she made it to the principal’s office, April shut the door behind here and took a deep breath, knowing what she had to do.
“You’ve been a bad principal!” He was stunned as she began to yell. “You deserve to be punished.” He didn’t have any words as he watched the little girl pull the paddle off his wall. He was stunned by her sudden actions and didn’t know whether to be angry or amused. At her next phrase, however, felt something entirely different.
“It’s time for your spanking,” April said, feeling slightly less confident; but she continued. “Pull your pants down you stupid whore!” She repeated a line she’d had told to her on several occasions. She was certain her abrupt outburst would make him quite angry and she could get her suspended again and sent to the high school. But unfortunately for April’s plan, the principal’s cock grew immediately as he imagined being completely dominated by a little girl.
“I’m sorry, please don’t spank me,” the principal said in an animated tone as he started to play along. Before April could react, he was up on his feet and Ahmad dropped his pants to his ankles. While he was accustomed to spending so much of his time punishing little girls, he found himself quite aroused seeing April suddenly taking charge.
He stood leaned over his desk with his erect cock sticking out and awaited his swats. As for April, she hadn’t actually expect to get this far. The girl was quite bewildered, not understanding in the slightest why the principal wasn’t getting mad and making her suck his cock or lay there while he fucked her like usual. Instead, he was obeying her command. Unsure of what to do next, she paused to think before continuing.
Lifting the paddle, she swung it with both hands and smacked the principal hard in the ass. He yelped, partially exaggerating, though the paddle with a large hole in the middle still stung even when a little girl swung it.
“You’re a naughty principal,” she hit him again with another loud clap.
“Fuck!” He said aloud, exaggerating his pain.
“Hey, that’s a bad word,” she smacked him again, putting her full force into it. She was starting to get into it and smacked him a few more times. When he began to jerk himself, April paused, a bit too flabbergasted to go on. But he insisted.
“I’ve been so bad, I deserve to be punished,” he moaned as he played with himself furiously. “Hit me again!” She obeyed, lifting the paddle again and smacking him.
“You’re a bad man!” She added after a few more swats. His bottom was steadily growing red.
“Fuck, I’m such a horrible person,” the principal went on as April continued whacking his ass, this time without letting up. Meanwhile, he continued whacking off himself while still playing along and allowing the six year old to completely dominate him.
“Oh fuck yes, slut!” He murmured when she hit him again.
“No you’re a slut!” Her words sounded like a playground insult when they came out of her mouth.
“I’m such a dirty slut!” Principal Richter cried out as he began to cum all over the side of his desk. April stopped hitting him when she realized what had happened. She was still a bit confused by his reaction, but it was clear that her plan hadn’t led to the result she’d hoped for in the slightest.
“Oh no, I’ve made a big mess,” the principal said as he looked down at the side of his desk. “I’m such a bad boy, I guess I have to clean it up, now.” April didn’t understand the bait and simply went to grab the cum rag he kept hanging in his office, handing it to him. Usually it was reserved for naughty students.
“May I get dressed now, ma’am?” The principal asked when he was finished cleaning the desk and floor.
“Uh… yes?” April asked. With her unintended permission, he pulled his pants back up.
“Here are your clothes, mistress,” he pulled them out of a drawer. “Or, would you prefer I called you something else?”
Um… don’t you just call me April?” April asked. The little six year old had never seen such odd behavior from the principal or anyone else for that matter. She had only a very basic understanding of what had transpired.
“If you would prefer, I could call you your highness or m’lady,” he thought, “My princess, maybe?”
“You can call me Princess,” she looked up at him innocently, deciding it sounded nice.
“Very well, princess, here are your clothes,” he bowed as he handed them to her. She was just beginning to understand, but eyed him wearily as she got dressed now that the school day was over.
April left school that day still a little confused and only slightly less frustrated, since she’d been able to let a little frustration out on the school principal. In any case, when she got home that evening, she would get her wish to see Brad, regardless.
When she walked in the house, her mother informed her that Brad’s mother had called. His father would be gone for the weekend and she would be happy to have her over. Naturally, April was over the moon and could hardly wait until the weekend.