Femdom_Principal
Title: A Principal’s Punishment
“Ah, Mr. Johnson, so glad you could make it to my office today,” Principal Vanessa Papersmith purred, leaning back in her leather chair and crossing her long, tan legs. Her tight skirt rode up her thick thighs, revealing glimpses of her black lace panties. “I trust you know why I’ve called you here?”
Tommy Johnson gulped, feeling his pulse quicken as he took in the stunning sight of his gorgeous, dominatrix-like principal. Her jet black hair was pulled into a severe bun, and her crimson lips were curled into a wicked smirk. Large, heavy breasts strained against the buttons of her white blouse, and her eyes burned with intensity behind cat-eye glasses.
“Um, no Principal Papersmith, I don’t…” Tommy stammered, fidgeting with the tie of his cheap, ill-fitting suit as he stood awkwardly in front of her desk. At 19, he was still learning the ropes of adult life, especially when it came to powerful, confident women like his dom-principal.
“Well, let me refresh your memory then,” Principal Papersmith growled, rising fluidly from her seat. She circled Tommy slowly, hips swaying hypnotically. “There have been several reports of you using adult toys during class – vibrators, dildos, the works. This cannot stand, especially from a student as young and impressionable as yourself.”
Tommy gulped, sweat beading on his brow. He’d been masturbating with his favorite purple rabbit vibrator under the desk, thinking he’d been subtle. It seemed Principal Papersmith had an eagle eye for shameless self-pleasure.
“Now, Principal, I can explain-” Tommy began, but a sharp slap to his bottom cut him off. He yelped at the sudden sting.
“Enough! I will punish you accordingly,” Principal Papersmith barked, pulling him by the tie to bend him over her desk. Heart pounding, Tommy felt his pants ripped off, his boxers, too. HE JOLTED as his principal tore open a packet containing a large phallic object.
“Oh god, what is that?” Tommy whined, eyes wide with fear as he noticed a button that glowed ominously.
“It’s called the Punishment Stick, young man,” Principal Papersmith said. She took out her traditional cane and wagged it under Tommy’s nose. “Now, this one causes intense, prolonged physical pleasure and ecstasy.”
TOMMY CRIED OUT as the Mistress inserted it into his hole, whiplike tendrils reaching far up into his insides. The world warbled as she switched it on.
“Now, my dear boy, you are going to thank me during your punishment,” Principal Papersmith panted, pressing another button that sent tingles like electricity through his veins. She reached around to grab his hardening cock, giving him a painful twist.
“Th-thank you! Thank you for punishing me!” Tommy cried, his face contorted in agonized ecstasy. The Punishment Stick worked at inhuman speeds, a fast builders hammer of inhuman pleasure and need. His cock extruded on its own until Principal Papersmith stopped indulging him.
“Good boy,” Principal Papersmith praised, spanking him sharply. “Now, pleasure yourself for me.”
Tommy reluctantly took himself in hand, stroking as fast as he could despite his desk prickling his cock with painful pain. Tears rolled down his face as he sobbed in stroking himself, the orgasm building to a near unbearable level. He masturbated until he was begging for release, Princess Papersmith egging him on by tracing her tongue around his ear. “Such a bad, naughty boy. You’ll receive mercy once you get a punishment as long as your misdeeds.”
Hazy emasculated males who’d broken too many rules were always subject to hours. For Tommy, the domly principal would see that his temporary torture would lengthen forever, a punishment of earth-shaking proportions.
