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Master Chris 22
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
In the Principal's Office © 1988 Master Chris
Story #22 in the Master Chris Collection
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Your mind drifts back to when you were 18 years old and still in
high school. You were well developed for your age. Your pretty
athletic figure coupled with your large firm breasts made you one
of the most attractive girls in your school. On this day in
particular, you remember being in school on a cool fall day...
You are having a lot of trouble staying awake in your math class
because of the night before. Last night you ended up going out
with a few of your more rambunctious friends. You got a little
drunk and before the night was over, you had used some spray
paint on the school wall in the courtyard. Today you're feeling
a little guilty. It's not like you to be so naughty. Usually
you're such a good girl. Hopefully, you think, this will all
just fade away as a bad memory.
"Sharon!", you hear, "Are you asleep?"
The sound breaks you out of your daydream. Your math teacher is
looking at you intently.
"I called your name twice!".
"No sir.", you reply quietly embarrassed, "I'm sorry. I'll try
to be more attentive."
"Good", says Mr. Galbrith, "Well, you can be more attentive down
at the principal's office because I just got a note that he wants
to see you."
Your heart leaps to your throat as feel a wave of panic wash over
you. Your hands are trembling as you gather your books and head
down the corridor towards the office. You go to the principal's
office where his secretary instructs you to sit down on the bench
to wait. You sit down on the hard wooden bench and wait quietly.
Your mind is racing. You are sure that the principal knows what
you did last night! You have never really been in trouble before
and you feel close to tears as you think about what will happen
if your parents find out. Your palms are moist as you sit
passively, waiting.
"You can go in now Sharon.", says the secretary.
You get to your feet, nervously open the door to the principal's
office and enter. The door closes behind you. Mr. Bolden is
sitting behind his desk. You put your books down and stand in
front of his desk and wait for him to say something. He doesn't
say anything for a moment but he looks upset. Finally he looks
right at you.
"Well?", he says in a load stern voice, "What do you think are
done with vandals in this school."
You hang your head in shame as a blush hits your face. You don't
know what to answer but he answers for you.
"I'll tell you!", he shouts, "We call the police and we let them
handle it!"
You are sniffling now, close to tears. He continues to yell at
you. Finally, he pushes his chair back from his desk. You think
that he will be standing up but he doesn't.
"You have been a very bad girl Sharon.", he says in a low stern
voice, "Come here."
With your head still bowed, you walk slowly around his desk to
stand before him.
"Lie over my lap young lady. You're going to be punished."
Your head shoots up to look at him, your eyes wide as saucers in
disbelief. Surely he can't mean that he would spank you just
like a little girl! You shake your head almost automatically as
you say no. His large hands shoot out to grab your wrists and
before you can even think about it, you are lying across his
broad lap with you head facing the floor only a foot away. One
of his large hands is holding you firmly at the small of your
back and you feel the other start to lift your navy blue skirt up
to your waist. You begin to struggle frantically, trying to
avoid the humiliating punishment.
"STOP IT!", he shouts in a loud commanding voice.
Despite yourself, you are still. You reach forward with your
hands to steady yourself against the floor and then you lie
passively awaiting whatever he will do to you. You have it
coming, you think as your skirt is carefully tucked into your
waistband thus exposing your white cotton panties to his gaze.
A moment later, his hand begins pulling the panties down your
legs. He stops when they have reached your knees. You close
your eyes, mortified that this strange, powerful man has exposed
you totally while you remain helpless in his control. His hand
now cups your exposed bottom and you feel it gently caress you.
You turn beet red, not knowing what will come next. His broad,
strong hand now begins to smack your bottom. At first, the
strokes are very light, almost a feather touch, but gradually he
begins hitting harder.
Your breathing quickens. You can't believe that you, an eighteen
year old girl are actually receiving a bare-bottomed spanking at
the hand of your principal. His strokes are quite heavy now and
you feel the stinging heat of the spanking travel through you.
Each smack causes you to gasp and the strokes are both painful
and oddly exciting. In another moment the combination of the
humiliation and the pain in your tender bottom is too much and
you start crying. A couple of very hard smacks later and he
stops. You get to your feet and pull up your panties as quickly
as you can manage.
"Oh no you don't young lady. You've been a bad girl and you're
not leaving so fast. Go over into that corner and stand there
facing it.", says Mr. Galbrith.
You hesitate for a minute, desperately wanting to pull down your
skirt to cover your little girl panties.
"Right now Sharon!", he says.
You blush as you walk over to the corner to stand facing it
passively.
"Now get those panties down.", says the principal.
You close your eyes at the humiliation, knowing that you are
powerless to disobey him. Very slowly, you start to pull down
your panties while you look at the wall. Your hot red buttocks
come into view and you stop.
"All the way off.", says Mr. Galbrith menacingly and you hook
your thumbs into the flimsy undergarment to follow his
instructions.
He picks the panties up off the floor to put them on his desk.
You are now standing facing the corner of the room with no
panties on and your skirt tucked into the waistband thus exposing
your well punished bottom completely. You have never been so
embarrassed and the silent tears roll down your cheeks. He
leaves you there for perhaps ten minutes. It seems like ten
hours with every second an eternity of wondering if someone will
come into the office to see you naked as you are.
Finally, he tells you to turn around and to lower your skirt.
You do so gratefully. The tears are over now but you feel the
heat of the spanking coursing right through your body.
"I don't want to ever hear about you getting in trouble again.",
he says, "I'm not going to tell your parents about this time but
if I ever find you in here again, you will be very sorry. Now
get out of here."
You grab your books and leave the office. The secretary smiles
at you knowingly and you blush yet again at the humiliation of
her knowing. You are walking slowly down the corridor back to
class when you realize to your horror that your panties are still
back in the principal's office. You know that you will not go
back there to ask so, reluctantly, you continue on back to your
next class very conscious of your naked body beneath your skirt.
The rest of the day passes in a sort of haze as the vivid memory
of the spanking keeps running through your mind. You are both
troubled and strangely excited by what has happened. Sitting
down, you feel the heat from your buttocks spreading out through
your whole body. You are sure that everyone knows and that every
boy is looking at you knowing that you have no panties on. Your
breasts are in a continual state of arousal and you go to the
bathroom to remove your bra. Your nipples are erect and you look
in the mirror to see how they poke out of the fabric.
By the end of the day your pussy is soaking wet and you are more
turned on than you have ever been in your life. As soon as
classes are over you go to the gym to find your boyfriend Robert.
Robert is shooting baskets in the gym all by himself. You and
Robert haven't made love yet, you have been saving yourself for a
special occasion. Tonight might be the night, you think to
yourself as you run your hands over your overexcited body. You
have been on the pill for a couple of months and tonight it may
come in useful. Robert sees you right away and runs over.
"Are you the only one here?", you ask sexily.
Robert looks at you curiously, "Yeah,", he says, "At least for
the moment."
You look around nervously. If he doesn't touch you right now,
you are going to scream. You reach over and grab his head your
tongue snakes into his mouth as you give him a strong, sexy kiss.
"Mmmmm", he murmurs.
You feel his bulge spring up in his shorts. You reach down to
squeeze it. His eyes open wide at the touch. You have never
been so aggressive. You take his hand and pull it up under your
skirt and right onto your naked, soaking pussy.
"Wow!", he gasps as he touches you for the first time ever.
You take his hand and drag him into the boys locker room.
"Sharon! What are you doing?", he exclaims
You take a quick look around to make sure you are the only ones
there. You reach down and with one smooth motion, pull off your
sweater to expose your naked breasts. Your nipples are already
hard. In fact, your entire body is in heat. You pull his shorts
and underwear to his ankles in one yank and immediately wrap your
mouth around his erect organ. He throws his head back and moans
out loud as your tongue runs up and down his cock. You slide it
deep into your throat and enjoy the feeling of his flesh pulsing
inside of you.
You push him back onto a bench so he is lying on his back and you
sit astride him facing backwards. You feel his hands lift your
skirt and begin to stroke your hot buttocks. It takes only a
minute before his tongue is running the length of your wet slit.
The sensation is unique and you redouble your efforts at sucking
him. Just as you are about to come you get up. You turn around
facing him and lower your body so that his throbbing cock is
barely touching your pussy. You wait for a moment experiencing
the delicious anticipation.
This will be it, you think to yourself as you slide down slowly,
an inch at a time, feeling his hardness fill you completely.
When you are completely impaled you pause for a moment savoring
the sensation. Your bottom, still burning from the spanking you
received earlier is pressing down against his body. Now you
begin to raise and lower your body in an ever increasing rhythm,
bouncing up and down. His large, strong hands find your breasts
and begin pulling at your long brown nipples.
The sensation drives your passion to the boiling point and you
cry out as your body tightens in what is the most luscious
sensation you have ever experienced. You feel Robert's body
stiffen as his come shoots deep into you in spasm after spasm.
You lean down to rest your head on his hairy chest basking in the
warm afterglow of your first love making.
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