Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Running/Office/Bevvy
Mrs. Varano had to drag the little blond girl into your office, rolling her eyes as she left her and closed the door behind her. The little girl was no longer crying like when you dragged her to the secretary, now she was only sniffling and furiously wiping her eyes as she stood by your entrance door.
Her name was Benevolence Fine, and unlike the rest of the girls, her file already contained several instances of her being detained for running in the halls and not paying attention. Still, this would be her first punishment under the new rules, and Mrs. Varano had instructed you to give each student a clean slate.
You couldn’t hide a smile, though, since she had not only tried to run away, but actually shouted at you and resisted when you brought her in, even it being her first documented offense, it gave you a lot of freedom.
“Benevolence,” you started, trying to gain her attention, “stop crying and get closer, I know this is not your first time getting punished, and that attitude is not gonna help you.”
“I wanna go hooome!” she shouted, still sniffling, but she promptly walked up to your desk. It strike you as weird that she complained so strongly, and yet obeyed without delay.
“The longer you act that way, the longer this will get.”
“I did nothing wrooong, I was just playing! You hurt me when you grabbed me!”
“Get your hand away from your face and look at me,” you instructed her severely, “do you really think you did nothing wrong?” once more she obeyed, her wet and sad eyes looking at you as she gave one more sniffle.
“I… I was running… in the halls,” she finally said.
“You were also very rude to me when I told you to stop,” you reminded her. Her face contorted and you could see fresh tears rolling down her cheeks.
“I’m soooory,” she said between whimpers, “I wanna play, they don’t let us play!” she complained, stomping her feet in a cute temper tantrum.
“I see,” you said, getting up and in a fluid motion picking her up and sitting her in the changing table, “I understand, but unfortunately I have to punish you, you have to learn there is a time to play and a time to study, now open your legs.”
Benevolence just looked at you as you moved her, and obeyed, opening her legs on the table and giving you a nice view of her panties, simple blue ones that matched her dress, “but it’s so much studying and so little recess, why can’t we have the same time for recess and for class?”
“This is school,” you explained as you get your hands under her skirt and pulled the panties, she actually helped you getting her ass off the table so you could get them out, “it would defy it’s purpose if all you did was play.”
“What you doing?” she finally asked as you pulled her panties off of her little legs. Her eyes were almost dry by now, and while her voice showed hesitation, she still made no effort to get away from you.
“This is your punishment for running in the halls and being rude with me,” you explained, opening her legs and getting a good look at her little girl pussy. It was pink and you could actually see the little nub on the top where her clit was hidden.
“Are you gonna play with my kitty?” she asked, her face a bit sad, but once more not trying to get away.
“Why, do you play with your kitty yourself?” you asked, while you brought a finger to her, caressing her lips, and surprisingly finding them slightly moist.
“No! I mean… sometimes, Charity does it too!” she said, and for once she tried to close her legs.
“Charity?”
“My big sister,” she replied with a smile, “she taught me it feels really good when you touch it here,” she said, and to your surprise she got her hand over to her pussy and started massaging her clit, “but if I do it too much I need to pee,” she said, stopping.
“You know only bad girls touch themselves there, right?” you asked, a bit puzzled by her nonchalant attitude at being molested.
“But August is always touching Charity, and he said all girls should do it!” she replied. You remembered that name, August Fine was the young boy you caught drinking and smoking in a storeroom. In fact his future was uncertain at this point, but he most likely would be expelled into a private classroom taught by the headmaster. It appeared his exploits weren’t limited to the school.
“Well,” you said, a little doubtful on how to proceed, your finger still tracing the outline of her pussy from bottom to top, stopping every time on her little clit to give it a couple turns before going back down, “if you really enjoy it, I’m not going to force you to stop,” you conceded, you knew the morality in town would frown about a girl masturbating, but you didn’t have the heart to take that from her, “just don’t let anyone touch you there, not even your brother,” you insisted, trying to find a compromise.
“You’re touching me there,” she said, doubtful.
“This is part of your punishment,” you assured her, pressing a bit harder on her clit, “you have to endure this without peeing until I say so,” you stated, making thing up as you went.
“Don’t press like that,” complained the girl, “I’ll really pee,” she said, and indeed you could see a tiny drop of liquid dripping from her immature pussy. You wondered if it was pee or if the girl so young was capable to lubricating like that.