Kristen Scott Bends Over for Professors Spanking

Title: “Principal’s Discipline: The Naughty Lesson”

In the hallowed halls of St.:get sued, Academy, a stricter discipline policy had recently been implemented. The faculty, led by the stern yet secretly lustful Principal Thaddeus Snicket, had grown weary of the increasingly provocative behavior of their young female students. Miniskirts were shorter, necklines were lower, and the giggling behind closed doors had reached a crescendo. Something had to be done to restore authority and modesty.

Enter Kristen Scott, the resident school siren. With her perky barely-concealed breasts straining against her uniform and her pencil skirts riding high on her thighs, she was the embodiment of teenage temptation. Her wild mane of chestnut curls, pouty pink lips, and mischievous emerald eyes held the power to unravel even the most disciplined educator.

Principal Snicket had had enough. He summoned Kristen to his office, determined to crack down on her defiant flirtations. As she entered, her sultry saunter sweeter than acetone, he barely suppressed a groan. This was going to be a challenge.

“Miss Scott, please take a seat,” Principal Snicket said, his voice steadier than his nerve. “I’ve been reviewing your behavior and it seems you require…discipline.”

Kristen smirked, unperturbed. She cocked a shapely leg over the other and leaned forward, giving him a vulgar view down her shirt. “Oh really, Principal Snicket? And what kind of discipline did you have in mind?”

The room grew thick with tension, their eyes locked in a power struggle. The bulge in Principal Snicket’s trousers betrayed his desire but he pressed on. “Miss Scott, I suggest you remove your skirt and panties and bend over my desk. I believe a few well-placed swats will remind you of your place.”

Kristen recoiled in indignation, but there was no mistaking the flash of excitement in her eyes. She stood, shimmying her skirt down her toned legs before hooking her thumbs into her lacy panties and sliding them over her round ass. She leaned over the desk, her bare cheeks jutting outward invitingly.

Principal Snicket swallowed hard, his palm tingling with wicked anticipation. He looked at her vulnerable, exposed folds glistening with need and knew he was out of his depth. One misstep and he could lose everything.

He raised his hand, felt the slap and jiggle of her virgin flesh beneath his palm, relishing the return of lustful yelps. Again and again he spanked her, watching the red handprints bloom on her pristine derriere. His cock surged to life, straining against his zipper.

“Principal Snicket!” Kristen gasped, arching her back as the stinging pain gave way to throbbing yearning. “I’m sorry! Please, no more!”

But he was lost in a haze of sadistic arousal. He slid a finger between her damp folds, groaning at her slick heat. Decorum was forgotten, professional ethics tossed aside. He was a man possessed, consumed by taboo.

He gathered her hair into a fist, pulling her head back as he rubbed his erection against her bent bottom. “Where do you want my big, hard cock, Miss Scott? In your naughty little mouth? Your tight, virgin pussy?”

The options were almost too delicious, but Kristen craved one thing above all. “My ass,” she begged shamelessly. “Please, Sir, fuck my naughty teenage ass!”

Principal Snicket couldn’t believe what he was hearing, what he was doing. The depravity of it all only heightened his desire. He fumbled with his belt, practically ripping his trousers off in his haste to free his engorged manhood.

He prodded her tight rosebud, feeling her shudder against him. Slowly, meticulously, he stretched her, working his cock into her back passage. Finally, sheathed to the hilt in her virginal ass, they both cried out in ecstasy.

He began to move, long, deep strokes that dragged his pulsing length from her gripping tunnel. She moaned and writhed beneath him, her own fingers pumping into her dripping pussy. The dirty, decadent sounds of their coupling filled the room.

“Harder!” she panted, her juices running down her thighs. “Fuck my ass harder!”

Principal Snicket obliged, slamming into her with mounting force. She came on his cock, her ass clenching rhythmically, milking him for all he was worth. His orgasm exploded through him, spurting jet after jet of molten seed into her quivering back passage.

It was vulgar, vile, utterly scandalous. An illicit tryst that could cost them both their reputations. As the final tremors of pleasure waned, Kristen straightened her clothing with shaking hands.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said, a sly smile playing about her lips. “I promise to be good from now on.”

Principal Snicket could only groan as he zipped up his trousers, wondering how many more naughty girls needed to be disciplined. At this rate, St. get sued Academy would be swim in sin and smut by the end of the semester.

But what a way to go down…