A high school Principal with no principles.

You shift nervously from leg to leg while waiting for your next client to open the door. Wanda, 'understated' as usual had explained that he is, 'A pervy principal with a thing for punishing bad girls.' After the party you had last night, and the even more filthy after party spent sandwiched between the pretty punk and your bestie with benefits, you ended up having to skip school this morning, so you actually feel nervous and naughty wearing a slutty school gurl outfit and standing outside where God and everyone can see you whimpering and waiting to be let in.

"Who's banging on my door at this hour?" A large voice bellows performatively through the door. It's opened by a man even larger than the voice, a beefy wide titan of a man with a big, bald head and an air of authority. "Why, Amy, what are you doing here? Is this about your expulsion?" Well, he definitely wasn't a drama teacher before he was a principal, and to your relief, he at least isn't YOUR principal but instead heads a nearby rival school.

You suddenly remember that Becca gave you a 'plot synopsis' for this little fantasy. You are the slutty sissy that got expelled from school for blowing bois behind the bleachers. Well, at least it's a part you can connect to. "I...I...I'm sorry Principal Latimer, it's just my parents kicked me out after I...well, you know, and you were always so supportive. I thought you might let me spend the night." You look up fearfully, more worried about how he'll receive your performance than any doubt you have he'll let you in. You haven't met anyone since your becumming that has turned down a chance to get in your panties, even if they end up wearing them sometimes.

"This is highly unorthodox! However...you are technically no longer a student," Principal Latimer hems and haws almost convincingly. You suppose he's drawing on his vast experience perving on his students while pretending to prim and proper. "Alright. What kind of man would I be if I turned away a child in need? Come on in." He steps aside so that you have to squeeze past his considerable frame to walk inside. You feel his even more considerable bulge brush against your buttocks, and assuming this is part of the play, wiggle against him as you walk past.

You feel a heavy fist squeeze down on your slender wrist like an iron bar and your arm is wrenched painfully behind your back. For a second, you feel very real fear as the principal walks you to his dining room table and uses his free hand to SLAM your head down, shouting, "How dare you try to tempt me?! Tease me?! Torment a good man like me with your wanton ways?" The principal's purple prose reminds you that this is all part of the game, and with your bimboi body able to pump out pain killers and heal near instantly, you aren't in any real danger. If anything, it's like going to a haunted house. All the fun and thrill of fearing for your life, while knowing in the back of your mind that it's all safe. Of course, you never used to get a hard on at haunted houses, but that's just more points for this type of fun.

Using the real rush of fear for your performance, you cry out, "I'm sorry, sir! I just can't help it! I promise, I'm trying to be a good girl, but when I get near a real man my instincts go into overdrive!" You don't know what's more embarrassing, the awful script outline Becca gave you, or how close it hits to real life for you. Here you are with a pervy principal's meaty paw bending your arm close to breaking and his beefy bulge buried between your chubby cheeks, and your body is ad libbing by wriggling your ass against his rigid ruler. It's almost as if the cheesiness is making it hotter for you. You are getting off on being some fat cocked fuckhead's filthy fantasy, and the flimsy pretext that just barely covers your plot holes is turning you on as much as your plaid pleated skirt that barely covers your plump ass.

"Sounds like you need to learn some discipline. I can help you with that! I can spank the sluttiness out of you!" The principal is really hamming it up, and you can't suppress a giddy giggle as he flips your skirt up and roughly squeezes your thicc buttocks. Again you find yourself grinding on his groin and into his hungry hands. It's funny how even after getting fucked over and over, you still feel an almost virginal ache of anticipation when someone plays with your ass. You suppose it's like the rest of the roleplay, that feeling of shame and sexuality was so formative that they feed off each other like two sissies sixty-nining. Or is that just your devious desires filling your head with what it wants to hear? Where does the fantasy girl end and the real you begin?

"EEEEEEEEEEEEP!" Your daydreaming ends as Principal Latimer reminds you of your lines by crashing down one of his heavy hands on your helpless heinie. SMACK THWACK CRAAAACK Three more blows crash down, sending stinging shudders up your spine. His hands are so huge they cover a full cheek with one spank, and soon your ass is raw and red. Becca likes to spank Ella and you when you've been especially good, but you get the feeling she is more turned on by how wet it gets you than actually trying to hurt you. Your client is a different breed. He is getting off on trying to hurt you, and getting angry that it's turning you on!

"Stupid!" SMACK "Fucking!" THWACK "Slut!" SLAAAAP "Stop!" SPANK "Fucking!" KRAAAK "Moaning!" The principal is paddling your ass so hard it almost hurts, but even his formidable **** is helpless against your bimboi body's ability to absorb his ****. Despite your best efforts to stay on script, you feel your shaft swell and shudder and spurt all over the hard wood table with every spank sending another sissygasm ripping through you and another squirt staining the table. This latest act of improv, sends the principal over the edge, and he RIIIIPS your flimsy thong off and before you know it, he's balls deep inside your cunt and beating your ass like a piñata!

"HOW DARE YOU?! DISGUSTING SLUT! FILTHY CUNT! COCK TEASING LITTLE WHORE! I WILL BE TREATED WITH RESPECT!" He carries on with his tirade, but you tune him out. His vile valentines are addressed to all the girls that turned him down, you are just the punching bag and fuck doll stand in. The Amy that is getting spit on, slapped, hair pulled, and pussy pounded is just a role you're playing. She's the sick little twist cumming so hard it hurts and getting hurt so good she cums. She's the one swooning over slurs and hoping her big, bad discipline daddy forgives her and gives her a kiss before he 'fun'ishes her some more. You...well you are taking a little breather, basking in the bliss bombs buffeting your brain as you go blank and brainless. It's all just a silly game, even the kingpin looking loser fucking you seems to understand it's all make believe, or else why is he still acting so corny?

"You little slut! I'll NNNGH GUH AH AH wow." What began with a bang, ends with a whimper as Principal Latimer runs out of breath and collapses on top of you, unleashing a sad shot of seed inside you. For a second, you really are scared. If he doesn't get off you soon, you might suffocate! It reminds you how big he is...how small you are. Despite your healing ability, you might really be in danger if this wasn't all pretend. "Aheh. Sorry if I got carried away." He kisses your cheek, leaving a little slobber mark that you aren't sure if you are allowed to wipe off. You decide to deal with it later, and finish your job without a scene.

"Can I go to the bathroom, sir. I need to uhm clean up." You are right back into character and remembering your lines more or less. He waves you on and you head to the restroom, eager to have all traces of him off of you. It's short work on clean up and you are impressed with how quickly you went from virgin to pro, but you blush thinking maybe that's not something to be proud of. You don't feel any closer to that epiphany you get glimpses of in your moments of clarity between climaxes, but at least you aren't any worse off than you started.

You use your clean up time to review the script Becca sent you. Flirt and get punished...check. Tease and get fucked...check. Steal a cat figurine...what the fuck? Oh well, he must be one of those pay pig types that likes ladies to rip him off. At least he didn't pay for an all nighter. Though on a principal's salary you suppose he can't afford it. You grab a little white ceramic Persian cat figurine off a hallway mantle and slip it in your purse. You head back into the living room and deliver your last lines, "Thank you for showing me the error of my ways, Principal Latimer. I am off to join a convent, and I will tell everyone that the principal is your pal."

You can barely get the lines out, but he paid for them. You head to the door wondering how many girls actually have joined convents rather than fuck him twice, and then you feel his heavy hand wrap around the back of your neck. "Not so fast, tramp. Let's see that purse." You freeze in fear as he empties your purse and pulls out the figurine. "As I suspected...a thief." In one swift, sickening motion he throws you across the room sending you crashing into his couch. "Little lying thief."

You look up dazed and delirious, not sure if you missed part of the script. He's playing it more **** porn than just regular porn right now, and you don't know what to do...