The Principal's Office

I padded my way barefoot up the central hallway. The lights in the offices were off. I reached the supply closet and to my delight it was unlocked! Inside was every teacher's Heaven: brand new crayons, scissors, markers, notebooks, paint, glitter...but where was the glue? I walked in a little bit farther, standing on my tiptoes to see if maybe it was one a higher shelf. I thought I saw the orange tips of glue bottles when I suddenly got a strong whiff of men's cologne.

I froze for a moment and went to turn around when suddenly the lights went out. I tried to run for the door but it quickly shut. Thinking someone shut me in, not knowing I was inside I reached my hands out to feel in the darkness for the door handle when my hand hit something I was not expecting. It felt...a belt buckle? I retracted my hand quickly, but then reached out again, feeling the softness of a button down shirt and the warmth of a body underneath the shirt.

"I believe it was just yesterday we had a talk about your inappropriate behavior." His voice was thick and heavy.

"Turn on the light!" I demanded quickly, though not sounding nearly as aggressive as I'd meant to.

He stepped forward, causing me to stumble backwards. I caught myself on one of the shelves, though hurting my wrist in the process. I could hear him snickering.

"We don't need light to enjoy a little Sunshine."

I panicked. I was trapped. In one last attempt to free myself from the supply closet I tried to run, plowing into him. It did startle him but as quick as a flash he grabbed my low ponytail and wrapped it once around his wrist, pulling me back with easy aggression. He leaned forward and millimeters from my neck said, "See? I knew your hair was the perfect length."

With my hair still wrapped around his wrist he roughly guided me over to the far wall of the closet. There sat a three tiered shelf that was only about as tall as my waist. Still holding my hair firmly he pushed me over so I was leaning on top of the shelving unit. With his free hand he traced down my back over my upturned ass. He felt around for a moment and then in a swift movement he flipped my dress up, exposing my bare ass.

I cried out in shock. "Please! What are you doing!?"

"My sweet Sunshine, we've talked about this. Your inappropriate behavior and choices you continue to make. Just as I suspected - no panties. I could smell that sweet cunt when I passed by your room this afternoon. Is this how a Catholic School teacher should DRESS?"

I should have expected it, but in the moment it shocked me. I felt the harsh smack of his open hand slam across my ass. It made a loud SMACK! I gasped. Instantly I felt it again, and then again.

"Part of my job as a Principal obviously involves punishment. This is the part I thoroughly enjoy."

And with that he spanked my ass several more times. Tears streamed down my face, both from pain and being absolutely mortified. He stopped but I still felt the sore, stinging feeling of being hit in the same place so many times. He took one of my large ass cheeks in his free hand and squeezed it and I could have sworn I heard a guttural moan escape his lips. He moved further down until he hand was now on the outer folds of my pussy. I jumped but he tightened his grip on my ponytail so I was frozen in place. He pushed his finger through up through my outer lips and perfectly found my clit. I gasped, although this time I'd be lying if I said it was from shock.

He began to trace slow, firm circles around my clit, then making the circles smaller so he was grinding into it. I tried so hard not to enjoy it, but his large fingers seemed to have a magnetic rhythm that I couldn't help but moan myself. He chuckled to himself and continued working my now completely erect clit. My body was betraying my mind.

He leaned down and kissed the back of my neck, then after taking a gentle bite he whispered, "I wonder if my Sunshine tastes as sweet as she smells...?

He finally let go of my hair and it was the perfect opportunity for me to try and run again, but I didn't. I heard his movement and then felt his warm breath on my ass.

"Put one of your knees on the stop of this shelf," he said.

I did exactly what I was told, hating myself for being so quick to follow directions. This movement allowed for a much clearer, open view of my traitorous pussy. I use that term because I could feel how wet I had become and of course I, too, could smell it. He leaned in and took a whiff. Then I felt his large hands spreading my ass cheeks apart and before I knew it I felt his hot tongue slip between my lips. He began roll his tongue inside my pussy, taking slow, firm licks, like someone trying to lick the ice cream out of an intact ice cream cone.

My breaths were staggered as I was enjoying this feeling so much. It had been so long since I felt a man's mouth in this area. Luke didn't like eating pussy. He said it grossed him out. When we first started dating he would try, but he had to use flavored lube and he'd only do it for a moment or two. I stopped asking for it and told him no when he would randomly try to do it. I had almost forgotten what it felt like, but Jack's expert tongue quickly reminded me.

Never missing a beat in his rhythmic licking he began circling my clit again in the same syncopation and his tongue. I found myself pushing back into him. I was moaning full volume now, forgetting any humiliation I had previously felt. A sound of satisfaction came from his mouth as he sped up the pace. I couldn't believe I was at school, in the supply closet, being eaten out by my very married boss. It should have made me feel guilty, but the thought of what was happening made a pleasurable feeling develope deep in my abdomen. I knew it wouldn't be long before I came all over my principal's face. As if reading my mind he pulled his lips slightly away but kept his mouth next to my pussy, never letting the rhythm of his fingers stop.

"Cum for me, Sunshine. Let me taste how sweet you can really be."

And with his coaxing, I did. I felt my pussy contract and he dug his fingers deeper into my clit, his nail almost scratching me. I felt the cum leak out onto his tongue and he kept licking as if didn't want to miss a drop. Finally he pulled his mouth away and I felt him rise to his feet. I let out a small, satisfied sigh, still coming down from the high of my orgasm.

I didn't have long to relish in the pleasure, though, when I felt him grab my ponytail and wrap it around his wrist. He pulled me backwards and turned me around so I was facing him. For a moment I thought he was going to kiss me, and part of me hoped he did. He didn't. He yanked my hair down so I was forced to my knees. I knew instantly what was coming next.

"You're a good Catholic girl, aren't you, Sunshine?" he asked me.

"Yes, sir," I said quietly, not moving.

"Then I know you can get comfortable on your knees. Show me how you worship. Show me how you worship cock."

It was as if my body was on autopilot. It leaned forward and nuzzled my face into his crotch, feeling his hard cock and smelling his arousal through his dress slacks. I reached up and undid his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling them down. I rubbed his cock through his boxer-briefs, leaning forward to place kisses all over the mound inside.

"Enough teasing," he growled as he pulled hard on my ponytail.

I pulled his boxers down, releasing his constricted dick. Even though my eyes had adjusted to the darkness there was no way I could see exactly how big he was. I placed my hands on it and was surprised. It had to be at least nine inches and holy Christ, it was thick. My thumb brushed the tip and I felt the warm liquid that I knew was precum. With one hand I cradled his balls and with the other I started firmly gripped his throbbing cock. I kissed the head as if expressing my deepest love for it. I let my mouth envelope it then, wrapping my lips around my teeth and then putting the pressure around his head. I slowly stuck my tongue into the hole, using the tip to fuck it. He let out a groan. After a moment I slipped him further into my mouth, running my tongue on the underside, finding the sweet spot that made his cock leap in my mouth. He gasped at the feeling and muttered, "Ohhh, such a good girl."

I gently squeezed his balls and slipped his cock further in my mouth and then began pushing it in and out. I let more saliva collect in my mouth to make it slicker for him. I picked up my pace. I was giving him all I had, showing him just how much I adored sucking cock. I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the feeling when all over a sudden without warning his shoved his cock all the way down my throat. I gagged. He pulled out and I tried to take a breath but he did it again. He took a firmer grip of my ponytail and started fucking my mouth harder. I couldn't stop gagging and my eyes watered. I thought I might vomit, feeling the heaving in my stomach from my gag felix beng aggravated. His moaning increased and he started sputtering out incoherent words, nearly his own orgasm.

"Oh, fuck...such a good Catholic slut. Oh, Sunshine, your mouth is amazing. Fuckkk!"

I was waiting to feel his cum squirt down my throat so it absolutely shocked me when he yanked me to my feet. He whipped me around, bent me over and flipped up my dress.

"Spread your asscheeks!" he screamed at me.

I quickly did so and just as I did I did felt the first jet of his load splatter on my lower back.

"Fuck! FUCK!" he grunted as another jet splatter across my ass and a few more over my asshole. He sighed slightly and rubbed the head of his spent cock over my cum - coated hole.

I heard him fixing his pants, putting them back on and I reached back to try and wipe the cum off my ass. His hand shot out and grabbed my wrist.

"Oh, no, Sunshine."

He pulled the skirt of my dress down and wiped his cum all over it. I had cum all over my black cotton dress. How was I possibly going to be able to explain that stain? I made a mental note to immediately do a load of darks as soon as I got home.

He gave my ass one final squeeze.

"Go on home now, Sunshine. Rest your knees. We have Mass tomorrow."

And with that he was gone. I stood in the darkness analyzing what had just happened. I finally opened the door and headed back to my room, not even with the glue I had went down there to get. I put my shoes one and went out to my car, not taking papers to grade or anything.

Just as I reached my car the new young, very awkward Priest that had been assigned to our church was walking across the parking lot. He slowed down and smiled at me, but then looked down.

"Oh, Ms. Walker, your knees," he said, concerned.

I looked down. They were dirty and bright red from kneeling on the hard floor.

"That's what the kneelers are for. Never worship on just the hard floor."

I shut my eyes for a moment and nodded.

"Thank you, Father. I'll have to remember that in the future."