Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Perl/End/PJs/Bunny/No Panties/Cum
“I knew I was forgetting something,” you said to her, opening your drawer and fetching her used panties, “I’m afraid they are not yet completely dry, but it’s warm enough outside, so I doubt that will be a problem, right?”
“No, Sir, I don’t mind that,” she quickly replied.
The panties were indeed a bit damp, a little bit since you had put them in the drawer while they were wet after Perl washed them as part of her punishment the day before, after she peed in them and in her pajamas.
But by far most of the liquid on the panties were the two big orgasms you had deposited right on their crotch, one the day before after Perl left you with a severe case of blue balls, and once a few minutes before she arrived, when you had to dress a little boy in a girl’s uniform, and he gave you such an innocent look of shame that it completed the illusion that he was a girl.
As such, the crotch of Perl’s panties was heavy with your load, most of it already absorbed into the material, but still warm and sticky if someone tried it.
You handed them to her unfolded, so she wouldn’t have to mess with them and hopefully wouldn’t notice the sticky residue. Even if she did you could just say it was soap or something, but it was exciting to see as she lifted her legs and started putting on the used panties without realizing what was on them.
She was careful her skirt covered her completely even as she pulled them up, but you saw her make a face when they were finally up. Your cock was completely hard, as you pictured her newly shaved mons and pussy getting sticky with your cum. What would Perl think when she removed the panties at home and see the state of her privates? You also knew it was unlikely, but there was a small chance one of your sperm was strong enough to survive in her panties and then swim up all the way to her womb. As much as you felt it would be unfair to such a bright girl, you felt good to at least have this small chance to father a child in the fourteen-year-old’s womb.
“Everything Ok, Perl?” you asked as she made a face when the panties found her privates, and then shivered a little.
“No, Sir… it’s just, they were wetter than I expected, that’s all, Sir.”
“Good, then I think that’s all. I hope you’ve learned your lesson, and that you’ll have no need to be in my office again,” you stated with a smile, and you knew it to be true, Perl was bright enough to avoid trouble, so you felt happy to at least have had a chance to admire her once.
“Yes, Sir, I will work hard to regain my purity, and I will make an effort to behave in a way befitting a student of St. Andre Truitt academe,” she replied with rehearsed conviction, “then, may I be excused, Sir?”