Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Running/Office/Aliya
The small brunette entered your office with small steps, her eyes downcast and her hands playing nervously with the rim of her dress. This was Aliya Walton, a seven year old from second grade, according to the notes Mrs. Varano gave you.
“You understand why you’re here?” you asked as you motion her to come closer.
“I… it’s not right to run in the halls?” she asked, giving small steps towards your desk.
“Right, but also, you struggled when I told you to stop.”
“That was Bevvy, not me!” she said, referring to the blond girl.
“Oh, she’s in much more trouble than you,” you assured her, “but you still tried to run with her, so I can’t let that go,” the girl once more lowered her eyes.
“I’m sorry…” she said, and as her little hands clenched the front of her dress, you could almost see her panties underneath. For a moment you wondered if you could make her so anxious as to unwittingly reveal her panties just from that, but decided against it.
“That’s good,” you told her, “I’m happy that you’re sorry, but I still need to give you a punishment, so you don’t forget that what you did was wrong,” you explained to her, “for starters, I need you to remove your panties,” you told her.
Her eyes jumped at you at that instruction, and her hands not only let her dress go, but actually forced it down, protecting her groin.
“You heard me,” you insisted, “I’m happy to see you know it’s bad to remove your panties, and that’s exactly why it’s a punishment,” you were about to threaten her with increasing her punishment if she didn’t cooperate, when the girl nodded and in a fluid motion bent down, got her little hands under her dress and pulled the garment down, stepping out of it and holding her pink cotton panties in her hand.
“Are you… do you also wanna touch my kitty?” she then asked, her face a mixture of shame and curiosity.
“Also?” you asked out loud, “who else has touched your kitty, Aliya?” a little hand jumped to cover her mouth, as her eyes opened wide, realizing she’s said something she shouldn’t, “come on, Aliya, you don’t wanna get in more trouble for lying, right?”
“But… I’m not supposed to tell,” she said, her hand still over her mouth, “I don’t want to… to get them in trouble.”
“Look, Aliya,” you said, sighing, “they won’t necessarily get in trouble, but I really need you to be honest with me, who had touched your kitty?”
“D… Durai, he and Marcus… we… we played [i]doctor[/i] and… Durai always wants to touch my kitty, and he tells Marcus to also do it,” she finally confessed, “I didn’t like it but… I wanna to play with them… it feels weird.”
“My… my brothers,” she admitted, “but please don’t say I told you, they’ll never let me play with them again!” it was surprising how even after admitting she didn’t like it, she was willing to keep doing it just to keep playing with them. It was an attitude that women in town carried out into adulthood.
“Well, first I have to make sure they haven’t soiled you too much,” you started, “but I’m pretty sure I won’t need to tell them you tattled on them, as long as you follow my instructions, Ok?” Aliya slowly nodded, her expression still dark.
“Soiled?” she asked,
“Well, yes,” you start, happy that she picked up on that, “you know why you shouldn’t let others see or touch your privates, right?”
The girl just shook her head slightly, while her hand pressed harder on her dress, trying to make it cover even more her groin. She looked really cute in that pose, specially with her pink panties still in her hand.
“The only one who has permission to see or touch your privates is your husband,” you explained, “and when you get married, you wear a dress showing how good you were before. Have you gone to a wedding?” the girl nodded, her eyes apparently understanding where you were going, “well, some brides wear a beautiful white dress, and that means they were good girls and didn’t let others touch their privates… too much,” you had to made that adjustment, as the girl seemed ready to start crying, “while others wear yellow or even red dresses, when they have been soiled… too much,” from the way her eyes moved, you could guess she’s seen that in whatever wedding she’s been to, and probably asked about it, without getting a good answer.
“Will I… will I be able to wear white?” she then asked, her eyes begging.
“I will have to make sure, but if you say you didn’t like it, then most likely you’re Ok,” you tried to reassure her, “now hop on here, so I can make sure,” you said, guiding her to your changing table. She climbed on and turned to sit on the edge, “now I need you to lie back and open your legs, so I can see your kitty,” you instructed her, while also taking her panties from her hand and discretely stuffing them in your pant’s pocket.
The girl just whimpered a little, but complied, and soon you could lift her dress and admire her perfect preteen pussy. It really did seemed untouched, just a line in the middle of her groin, refusing to open even with her legs open. You pushed her knees further apart and were delighted to see the lips of her tiny pussy also opening to reveal the pink interior.
“Ok, I’m gonna check now,” you told her as your fingers made contact. She was completely dry as your index finger caressed her outer lips, so you quickly take it to your mouth and then back at her. Aliya jumped a bit when your wet finger started following the outline of her little pussy, “is this how your brothers touch you?”
“Mh-hmm,” she said, “sometimes Durai does it harder, but stops when I complain,” with two fingers you opened her vulva and took a closer look inside. You could see the crevice that would be the entrance to her undeveloped vagina, and you were fairly sure this child was still a virgin, since the entrance appeared completely shut. You were happy her brother hadn’t taken things to far, and while you played with the idea of deflowering her right then and there, you knew that was way above what her punishment called for.
“Have they ever touched you like this?” you asked as your finger touched her closed entrance, applying just a bit of pressure, to make sure her virginity wasn’t just an illusion.
“Uh-uh, Durai tried, but it feels weird so I tell him to stop,” she replied, and indeed her legs had tried to close on you when you put a bit of pressure.
“Weird good or weird bad?” you asked, continuing to rub her maidenhead up and down.
“I duuno, it just… tickles,” she said, while her body moved, trying to get away from your finger.
“What about here?” you continued, moving your finger up and searching for her clit on top of her vulva. It was really tiny, completely hidden under it’s hood. You had to lick your finger once more to make sure she was lubricated enough, and were happy to taste her on it. You almost decided to bend down and really eat her, but she tried to close her legs much harder when your finger finally started playing with her clit.
“No!, it’s weird… I’m gonna pee,” she said, and regrettably you took that as your cue to stop. You couldn’t dedicate too much time to her, with Mrs. Varano waiting outside for what should not bee too harsh a punishment.
“Well, I’m happy to say you aren’t soiled,” you said to her getting up and allowing her to close her legs and push her dress down, “but you better watch it, if you let others see your kitty or touch it too much you might not be able to wear white at your wedding,” you remarked, “now wait there while I write up your punishment.”
St. Andre Truitt Academe: Office of Disciplinary Actions.
This letter is in concerns to the parents and teachers of Miss Aliya Walton. Today at recess Miss Walton was caught running in the halls, and when ordered to stop, attempted to flee.
For the above reasons, and given this is the first recorded violation of Miss Walton, the following action(s) have been issued.
Miss Walton will relinquish her panties for the remainder of the day. Miss Walton must continue with her normal school activities wearing the dress in which she came to school, without underwear; and if someone notices she is required to confirm that she indeed lost them for misbehaving.
Once at home, and before Miss Walton is allowed to don underwear, a male family member will have to further punish Miss Walton by invading her personal space and for no less than 10 minutes manipulate her genitals, while reminding her doing so damages her future marital prospects.
Her teacher, Mrs. Curtis, must ensure Miss Walton does indeed confesses to her undressed state and misconduct if any of her classmates notices.
Under no circumstances should Miss Walton’s virginity be damaged during the punishment at home.
Aliya’s eyes got big as you read her punishment, but she remained silent, sitting up on your changing table.
“I’m making you do this,” you explained to her, “both as a punishment for you, and also to your brothers, and this way you can keep playing with them without them knowing you told me.”
The girl just nodded as she took the note from your hand and walked out of your office, her little hand once more grabbing the rim of her dress in a clear sign of nervousness. You wondered who would be the first to see she wore nothing underneath.