Pedo Romp/Punish her for skipping in the halls instead of walking
"Now, Wendi," you say, "You know skipping is against the school rules. I'll need to see you in my office now."
She's scared - searching your memory, you remember she was in trouble in gym class before. Bit of a sissy about pain. That might be used to your advantage. She's hesitant to go in, so you take her by the arm and steer her into your office, your seat of authority and place of punishment. Only a little roughly, you bend her over a chair, lift her skirt, and prepare to administer a paddling over those lavender panties.
In fear, she gasps out, "Oh, fuck!" - and inspiration strikes.
"Now, Wendi," you say. "You know it's wrong to say bad words like that." It's probably wrong to be standing behind a fourth-grader with her skirt lifted up and a raging hard-on, too, but you don't introduce this irrelevant topic. She begs you, "Please don't spank me, Mr. _____ !" Inspiration strikes. You get behind your desk before she can observe the strange bulge.
"Well, Wendi, we've got some new theories to punish that kind of behavior. I'll try that instead of a spanking. The theory's called 'The crime is its own punishment.' Do what I say and you won't get spanked." She readily agrees. You explain the new theory - and it's new indeed, as you're making it up as you go along. The theory is that it's really disgusting to say words like that, so that the best punishment is to make her say them over and over 'til she gets sick of them. "Well," you say. "Get started!"
Tremulously, the little girl begins..."ahhh...fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
"No, not just standing there like that. You have to get your body into it." You explain to her how she has to face the wall to the side, and move her hips back and forth. She starts the jerky dance-like movement and says it with each thrust, whispering..."Fuck." (Thrust) "Fuck." (Thrust) "Fuck." (Thrust) In doing so, she doesn't notice that your hands are below the desk, and has no way of knowing you've got your pants around your ankles, or are already starting to stroke yourself. First you tell her to get louder. "Fuck!" (Thrust) "Fuck!" (Thrust) "Fuck!!" (Thrust)
"Now, that's not enough, Wendi..you've got to use more of the words." What words, exactly? You teach a few...
"Fuck me." (thrust) "Fuck me." (thrust) "Fuck my pussy." (double thrust) "Fuck my pussy!" (double thrust) "Fuck my pussy with a cock!" - and by now she's got the rhythm you want. "Fuck my pussy with a cock!"
You add more, and she's got to say them all - "I'm a slut! Fuck me! I'm a slut! Fuck me! I'm a slut and I'm a slut and fuck my pussy with a cock!" You're rubbing yourself violently as she degrades herself, and you maneuver your wastebasket between your legs so that she can't see. "I'm a slutty slutty bitch and fuck my pussy with a cock!" That did it. Gouts of cum splatter the bottom of your desk drawer, though you manage to get most into the wastebasket. The pungent smell is powerful on your side, but you don't think she can catch it over there.
What enthusiasm she has! She'll make cheerleader for sure.
"That's enough, Wendi," you say. "See? It isn't really fun to use those bad words. You did learn your lesson, right?" She quickly agrees - no need to risk the spanking again - and you send her back to class.
Well, that was an interesting diversion, but you've still got classes to check on. Fourth grade, they're getting dangerously close to learning how to report men like you - one reason you tried a "no contact" method with Wendi. Something a little younger is in order...