The eight year old Charlie was less than excited to go to a new school. She missed her old one with all her friends and she especially missed skateboarding in her old neighborhood skate park. Her new town had a skate park, too, but it was further away. It was much too far to skate to like she often did with old next door neighbor, Brody.
But as her parents had both reminded her multiple times, her father had gotten a new job and that was it, they simply had to move.
The rather peculiar thing about this new city, was that most of the children attended the local private school called, Franklin L. Gardner Elementary School. They also had a middle school and a high school, while the closest public school was a bit of a drive. Alas, despite the very unusual punishments the school was known for, Charlie’s parents opted to enroll her. They had enough trouble keeping the young girl in line and decided that their strange rules and unique approach to dealing with bad behavior would do Charlie well, and help her build good character.
She was aware that her new school would be more strict, but her parents didn’t mention any details. The girl hoped that she could at least find a good group of boys to play sports with at recess.
For her first day at the new school, Charlie wore her typical cargo shorts and a dark colored t-shirt that fit loosely over her skinny frame. And of course. She always wore a pair of converse shoes. Her long, brown hair hung loosely around her underneath the dark blue hat she liked to wear slightly crooked. At her old school, her brand name skater shirts and converse made a good number of boys jealous—along with the fact she could run faster and was way better at just about every sport than them.
“Have a good first day at school,” her mother called after her, but she ignored her.
Her morning was your typical first day of school when you’re the random new kid—awkward. For starters, she was made to stand in front of the classroom so the teacher could introduce her to her new third grade class. Naturally, the best and most trusted student was assigned to show her the ropes and make her feel welcome. The girl the teacher chose was named Kimmie. She had glasses and wore a simple pink floral shirt and along with a skirt. Suffice to say that such a girly girl was not someone she was really hoping to be friends with.
Charlie did own a few more feminine clothes, but she preferred to wear her more boyish outfits most of the time. She liked Kimmie well enough, but it was clear the two didn’t have much in common, a fact that was very obvious when Kimmie invited her to play house at recess. She begrudgingly accepted the invitation, but vowed to find a group of boys to get in with as soon as possible. Pretending to have babies and dressing up in pretty clothes was clearly not her thing.
At lunch time, Charlie accepted Kimmie’s offer to eat together; but during the recess that followed, managed to find just the group of boys she’d been looking for.
“Hey, can I play?” Charlie asked, walking briskly up to a group of with a soccer ball. They were lined up, clearly about to pick teams.
“Um… girls can’t play with us!” The older boy holding the ball retorted.
“And we’d have an odd number!” Another complained.
“But I’m really good at soccer!” Charlie countered.
“We don’t let girls play with us,” the older boy taunted. “Get out of here, loser!” Instead of turning to leave as the boys would have wanted, she doubled down.
“I’m going to play—or else.” She wasn’t giving up that easy.
“Or else what?” The boy wasn’t intimidated. “You gonna tell the teacher or something, pansy?”
“No need, I’ll just kick your ass!” The crowd of boys begin to laugh at Charlie’s insult. The older boy was clearly the leader of the group and didn’t like being challenged by a girl.
“Piss off pansy,” he called her bluff—only it wasn’t no bluff.
“Fine, have it your way,” Charlie moved in quickly catching the boy off guard as she shoved him hard, nearly knocking him too the ground.
“Hey, I’m not gonna fight a girl!”
“That’s too bad because a girl is fighting you,” Charlie balled her fist and landed a punch right in his gut. He keeled over for a second, but quickly caught himself. The boy was tough and wasn’t going to go down that easily.
In a sweet moment of retaliation, he charged at the girl, putting all his weight into her. The move sent her flying her backwards, landing with a hard thud the grass field. It was a rough fall and she could hear the crowd gawking as a result. She blow winded her a bit, but Charlie slowly forced herself to stand and worked to steady her breath. This wasn’t her first rodeo.
The boy started to charge at her again, but this time she was ready for it. Charlie moved aside in a swift motion. Without her in the way to slow him down, he tripped on the uneven ground, catching himself just before he face-planted. The audience of boys were steadily growing rowdier, encouraging their friend to finish the girl off. He was determined not to let them down.
He turned back toward her, swinging hard, but Charlie ducked just in time and jabbed him hard in the gut. The boy swung back and she felt a fist land right in her cheek. It stung, but she’d been hit harder before.
“You hit like a little girl,” she teased. As the fight heated up, the crowd around them grew, yelling and cheering on the action. The boy pressed forward, pushing against her and trying to wrestle her to the ground. Even though he was heavier, Charlie held her ground. After struggling for a moment, she managed to sure up her footing and thrusted him back. When he stumbled, she was her opening and went in for the kill.
Her first flew through the air as fast and as hard as she could muster and hit him right at his upper lip. The boy staggered, suddenly scared as he tasted his own blood. The bully was not accustomed to losing. He turned to the side to assess his injury, but his reaction only gave Charlie yet another opportunity. She shoved him hard, knocking his feel out from under him.
Watching intently as the events transpired, the crowd was starting to turn on the boy.
“Who’s a pansy now?!” Charlie taunted. Laughter emanated from the spectators.
Seizing all his strength, he pushed himself off the ground and yelled as he charged at her again. Charlie had seen it coming m. She turned quickly, moving into the perfect position to jab her knee hard into his stomach. As if running into an iron fence, the kid keeled over and fell to the ground. Everyone laughed, especially when he didn’t get up.
For good measure, Charlie landed a final kick right in his stomach. He grunted again, feeling like he was about to puke up his lunch. Only then was the girl satisfied she’d won.
“Excuse me, young lady,” Charlie heard a woman’s stern voice from behind her. The group of kids suddenly got quiet—only a few daring faint whispers.
“This kind of behavior is absolutely unacceptable!” The teacher continued.
“Uhhah, she broke my nose!” The boy cried. After he said it, at least half the crowd broke their silence, laughing at him again. He was suddenly no longer sounded the cocky older boy taking charge. Their reaction infuriated him even more.
“I did not!” Charlie defended herself, without having any idea whether or not she actually had broken his nose.
“That’s enough from both of you,” the teacher continued. She instructed a student to take the boy to the nurse and then she led Charlie straight to the principal’s office.
She recalled what her parents said about her new school being more strict, but she wasn’t worried. After all, what could they possibly do? While most of her fights happened outside of school, she’d been in trouble for fighting at recess before. That time it resulted in a week suspension. And how bad is that, really? It just allowed Charlie to spend more time at the skatepark instead of wasting it in class.
Her parents would be mad that she’d gotten in trouble on her first day, but she knew they’d get over it. They always did. She walked smugly down the hall, not the least bit worried as she was led to the principal’s office. Unlike her parents, though, Charlie was about to find out that Principal Richter was not a pushover.
“Well, what have we here?” The principal looked up from his desk, removing his reading glasses to better examine the girl as they walked in.
“I caught this young lady was beating up that Trever boy on the playground,” the teacher answered.
“I see…”
“He is at the nurse right now, but I will send him your way as soon as possible. He may have a broken nose.”
“I didn’t break his nose,” Charlie countered, sounding a bit more sure of herself this time.
“Thank you, Miss Meyers. Please send Trevor to my office once he’s received any medical attention he needs.” The teacher left, leaving Charlie alone with the principal. The large office door closed behind her with a thud.
Have a seat, young lady,” he began. “Today is your first day here, right?”
“Yeah,” she said with a hit of attitude.
“Let’s see, you’re in Mrs. Templeton’s class… Charlie, right.” She nodded. He made a point of knowing the students that started mid-year.
“Well, fighting with another student is quite a serious offense and I don’t tolerate such behavior.” Charlie had heard this speech before. “This is not a good way to start off your first week at a new school, young lady.” She rolled her eyes.
“I do understand that starting a new school can be tough, though,” he resolved. “So I’m going to make this easy on you. Now, go ahead and take off your clothes.”
“What!?” Charlie was shocked, certain she must have heard wrong.
“Take off your clothes,” the principal said again sternly.
“You can’t make me do that!” She retorted, still in a state of disbelief.
“Oh, I can and I will,” he replied, getting up from his desk. “I have permission to punish every student at this school in such ways as I see fit. That means that little girls who don’t take the rules seriously and fight at recess get to have my cock shoved up their pussies.”
A wave of dread started to come over her as the principal inched closer. While she wasn’t allowed to use words like that at home, her time around older boys in her old neighborhood taught her exactly what they meant.
“Well, start stripping,” he urged again in a tone that suggesting he wasn’t one to mess with. “If you don’t talk back and do as you’re told, I’ll even let your wear clothes back to class.” He stepped over to her, gently pushing her out of the chair in his office.
“I want to go home,” Charlie was suddenly crying. There was nowhere to run and no way she could fight the principal. She wasn’t accustomed to feeling helpless.
Getting impatient, he started pulling off her t-shirt. The loose fitting shirt slipped over her head easily, but messed up her hair in the process. She tried to cover her flat chest, looking up at him looking completely powerless.
“Come on, off with the rest!” She started slowly with her shoes, disappointed when she had finished and knew it was time to take off the rest. The girl slowly stood up and began to unbutton her shorts. Charlie was ashamed when they fell to the floor, leaving her in just a plain pair of red cotton panties and the only remotely girlish thing she’d worn that day.
Letting her keep her panties momentarily, Principal Richter then led her over to his desk and lifted her onto it. Indeed, it was his favorite place to take the virginity of young girls. It felt wrong to Charlie when the man put his fingers in the waistband of her panties. Then her heart sank a bit when he started pulling them down, too. She whined, but didn’t fight him.
Once she was completely naked, he pushed her back onto his desk and dropped his own pants. Charlie flinched when she felt the skin of his cock rub against her. She tried to squirm away, but he only needed one hand to hold the small child in place. He brushed her hair own of the way and began rubbing her chest, then ran his hands lower over her stomach and back down to her cunt. Leaning in briefly, he planted a firm kiss on her lips.
“Sweet,” he said after, even though she hadn’t reciprocated.
“Please, I’m sorry!” Charlie cried.
“It’s to late for sorries,” the principal said almost sweetly. “If I find out you really did break that kids nose, I’ll have you back in here tomorrow, too.” She was still reeling from his words when he pushed forward.
The little tomboy squealed as she felt him enter her for the first time, immediately looking down in horror as his cock slowly disappeared. She was a tough little girl, though. The principal knew that. Any girl who could beat up Trever, could certainly handle a good fucking. And that’s exactly what he gave her.
She kicked her legs and squirmed as the principal moved in and out of her, getting more defiant as things progressed. The girl’s actions only fueled his excitement, however. Breaking in this girl would no doubt be one of the highlights of his school year.
“Fuck yes!” He moaned and held the rambunctious child down more firmly against the hard desk. He drove his cock in and out steadily, increasing his pace over time. With each firm thrust, Charlie slid uncomfortably on the wooden desk. After her initial struggling, she realized there was nothing she could do. With a look of defeat, she stared at the ceiling and simply waited for it all to be over.
After several minutes, of having a cock buried inside of her, the principal’s breathing quickened. He was nearing the end. He enjoyed pushing his cock in further and listen to the sound of her soft whines as she tried her best to ignore them. She was indeed tough. After a few good fucks, who knows? Maybe she’ll end up enjoying it sooner than later, he thought to himself as he pushed himself deeper inside the child.
“Ahhhh…” the man began to cum, ejaculating deep inside the girl with a few final thrusts. She wiped a tear from her cheek when he stopped. His cock was still inside, steadily getting softer inside of her. By the way his body relaxed, she could sense that the worst was over.
“Now, If I find out that boy’s nose is broken,” the principal said as he cleaned himself up. “Mark my words, you’ll be back in here tomorrow. You’re very lucky I’m feeling generous because it’s your first day.”
While she had been so confident no more than an hour ago, Charlie had been given a first hand lesson in what getting in trouble at her new school meant. She now understood that the school rules and the principal in particular, weren’t something she could easily mess around with like she used to.
With a mixed feeling of relief and shame once it was all over, Charlie climbed off the hard desk she’d been fucked on and found her panties on the floor.
“Ew, what is this stuff?” She looked down at the slimy substance dripping out of her snatch. While she understood the basic idea behind sex, her knowledge of certain details was quite limited.
“It’s cum,” the principal answered. “Now get your panties on before you drip it all over my floor.”
She quickly obeyed, not wanting to cross him. But she was dismayed that her panties were getting a bit wet from the substance. It made them rather uncomfortable to wear. When she walked back around the desk and began to pick up her pants to continued dressing, however, she was stopped in her tracks.
“What are you doing?” The principal eyed her, already knowing the answer.
“Uh…Getting dressed,” the girl said matter of factly.
“You only need your panties for the rest of the day. Leave the rest of your clothes here and you can pick them up when you leave.”
“What?” She was nearly in tears again. “You can’t make me go to class in just my panties!?”
“If you keep arguing with me, you’ll be wearing even less!” He threatened. “You have no idea how easy I’m going on you right now. Kids who get caught fighting in my school usually don’t get to wear any clothes for a week. Now get back to class before I change my mind.”
There was no sense trying to go against the principal or questioning what he might do. If she kept talking back, she feared he might make things even worse. Charlie walked out of the office somberly, wearing just her red panties which showed visible signs of wetness from the cum that had leaked out of her. She didn’t like the sudden feeling of helplessness any more than the feeling that there was still a cock shoved up her pussy somehow.
As she made her way back to class, she was ashamed when a kindergarten class suddenly walked by, a few laughing at her state of undress.
That was nothing compared to the humiliation she endured once she was back in class, though. The teacher stopped when she walked in, the entire class staring at her in her cum stained panties. Some made comments, others just watched in amusement. Either way, it was an awful first day at a new school. Instead of the cool new girl that liked to play sports and skateboard, she was the new girl who got in trouble and had to wear stained panties. All this on top of losing her virginity to the school principal.
On the bright side, Trever didn’t actually have a broken nose. While he managed to convince the nurse to send him home the day of the fight, he was immediately sent to the principal’s office the next morning. Since Charlie was a new student, the principal had made thing easier on her. Trevor had no such luxury.
He was sent back to class without clothes and was told he wouldn’t be allowed to wear them at school for a whole week. Indeed, his state of undress served as a not too subtle reminder to both himself and the rest of the school, that he had lost a fight to a girl.
As for Charlie, she was forced to return to school the next day, despite her protests and insistence that her parents find her another school. Not only did they not seem to mind when their daughter told her everything that had happened on her first day, they seemed to imply that she’d had it coming. There was at least one thing that turned out in her favor, however. At recess on her second day, the boys let her play soccer.