Dallas beats you to it.

60 seconds after the door closed behind Bailey.

Dallas put down her U.S. History book, breathlessly asking, "What did you do with my phone?" What did you do to Coach Reese?"

Sitting back in your seat you smirk at the sexy young teen. "What makes you think I did anything to Coach Reese?"

Dallas frowned, and you swear you heard a growl. "Because after the better part of a year, he's leaving me, Gabbie, and the rest of my friends alone."

Reaching over, you slide the desk drawer open and take out your phone.

"What are you doing?" She demanded impatiently as you woke the device up. Glancing up, you say, "Answering your question." Opening up your Google Drive, you tap the folder containing the 36 spicy pictures you'd gotten off of Dallas's phone.

The first photo was the one of Dallas and her friends all posing topless after getting their nipples pierced. Swiping right, you looked for the photo you wanted. Inflamed by you, Dallas burst to her feet, squealing, "Answer me, Mr. Clarkson." Still not answering her, you peruse the pics, pausing on one of her sitting naked on what was clearly the couch in Reese's office. She was holding her legs open while another teen plunged a large dildo in and out of her cunt.

Rushing to your desk, she stomps her foot, demanding, "Tell me."

"Tell mmmeeeee...." she demanded before falling into silence as she could see your screen from her angle. You could see her knuckles white as she balled her fists. She started making **** sounds as you swiped past another 8 photos of her and her friends being naughty with each other.

You find the first of two pics you were looking for. The first was from what looked like last New Year. It showed Coach Reese sitting on a La-Z-Boy with a naked Dallas perched on his lap feeding him her engorged nipple.

You then swipe to the next one. When you had first looked at the pic of Dallas lying next to a passed-out Reese, smiling for the camera, you thought she had been enjoying herself. But after really looking at the picture, you saw a simmering anger in her eyes that belied her happy smile.

"This is not someone who is enjoying what she's doing," you observe. "Is it?" You finish looking up at her.

You swipe back to the New Year's Eve pic, "But you had been at one time."

Staring at the picture, Dallas opened one of her fists. Glancing up, you saw multiple emotions flash through her eyes. Anger, fear, embarrassment, and impossible excitement... You expected the anger, fear, and embarrassment, but the excitement—that was most intriguing.

"You have it all..." she whispered.

"That's right, Dallas." You confirm as you swipe to one last picture. Dallas was on all fours, nude, being spit roasted by Leonard and Jeremy Lasko, the band teacher.

Pushing with your legs, you roll your chair back to the wall. Dallas was still hunched over your desk, locked in place as she processed the situation.

Smiling up at her point at the desktop, saying, "Take a seat, and tell me all about you and Coach Reese."

Her eyes go wide, and you halfway expected her to grab her stuff and flee. Instead, she takes a deep breath, circling your desk before sitting on it.

"What do you want to know?" she asks in a tiny voice.

Something about Dallas perched on your desk looking hesitantly down into her hands. Waking from its slumber, the beast perked up, taking notice. "Soon another slut for the tribe," it whispered in your ear.

"Umm, it all started last year," she started haltingly. "One of my friends, Carmen, stole some pills from her older sister's stash."

"What were they?" You ask.

Looking embarrassed, she murmured, "Ecstasy."

You nod, recognizing the ****.

"We were hanging out behind the bleachers waiting for our boyfriends when she convinced us to try it."

"And when was this?" You prod.

Dallas looked up at you before closing her eyes and hissing, "Homecoming."

Closing your eyes, you imagine the situation. It's getting dark, they're bored, and Carmen passes out the pills she scored to her friends. "I see, and how does Coach Reese fit into this?"

"I'm coming to it, Mr. Clarkson," she said before plowing on with her story. "At first we didn't feel anything, then all of a sudden I was warm." You watched as her fingers unconsciously roamed her body as she recalled that night. "Then Gabby grabbed my hair and kissed me, and it was like a match had been lit in my pussy." Dallas's head tilted back, and her whole body shivered as she immersed herself in the past.

"Next thing I knew our dresses were on the pavement and we were playing with each other," she purred.

The way this teen was reacting to the memory of this night set your blood pounding.

You could hear her breathing increase and get more ragged as she continued. "Gabby had just made me cum when Coach Reese appeared out of the darkness."

The image of six teens nude in a **** fueled orgy had you adjusting your hard on. Clearing your throat, you say, "I take it he didn't march you all to the dean or principal?"

Opening her eyes, she shook her head, saying, "No, he didn't. He said he was disappointed in us. He also said it was a shame he was going to have to call our parents and tell them about our lesbianism."

That alone should have raised red flags to the girls. "On the other hand," you think to yourself. "A bunch of teens caught in the middle of a ****-fueled sex frenzy probably wouldn't be thinking clearly."

"I mean, we had played around at sleepovers, but we weren't lesbians, so we kind of panicked," she finished.

"And then he gave you an out," you asked rhetorically.

Dallas nodded, saying, "Yeah, we were to have sex with him whenever he wanted, and all was forgiven."

You were about to ask a question when she blurted out. "I didn't want to enjoy it at first, but he was so controlling."

"Yessssssss..." the beast whispered.

Not able to help yourself, you say, "You like being controlled, don't you?"

"Oh gods yes..." she replies before abruptly stopping. You hear her gasp as she stares at you, her gaze locked on the bulge in your pants.

Seeing the blush rising in her cheeks, you smile, saying, "You've been a naughty girl, Dallas, taking **** and cheating on tests."

Her eyes widen as she breathlessly whispers, "Yes, sir."

"I'm going to hell," you think to yourself. Putting all the authority you can muster into your tone, you order, "Dallas, I'm afraid that detention is not enough for your infractions." You see her bite her lower lip as she leans forward. "You will drop your pants and lie over my knee for a spanking."

"A spanking, sir," she gasps as her eyes start burning.

Fighting back a groan, you gruffly order, "That's right, young lady, get over my knee; you need to learn your place."

You see her visibly squirm at the phrase learn your place.

She meekly replied, "Yes, sir," as she jumped off the desk.

Unable to hide her excitement, she started on the buttons of her jeans. One by one she undid the four buttons on her jeans. Through the gap you saw her pussy was bare save for a small tuft of hair in the shape of a heart above it.

"What is this, Miss Cabera? No panties at school. Such a brazen slut." You rumble.

"Yes, sir, I'm such a slut," she mewls. Taking the three steps over to you, she pushes the jeans far enough down to bare her ass before laying face down over your knee. Her well-toned ass was the color of honey, and breathing deep, you could already smell her arousal.

Dallas gasps, a tiny moan slipping out, and your hand settles on her left cheek. Stroking the flesh you loved the smooth feel and warmth of her skin.

Caressing the muscle, you order her, "Dallas, you will count out every stroke and thank me for it."

Breathing hard, she whispers, "Yes, Mr. Clarkson."

Raising your hand, you say, "You will call me Daddy."

Before she could say anything, you bring your hand down in a stinging.

SLAP

Dallas jerks and lets out a startled yelp as your hand connects with her honey-colored ass cheek.

"One thank you, Daddy," she grunts.

You promptly give her another 5 swats each time with her writhing on your lap while thanking you.

SLAP

"Seven, thank you, Daddy," she sobbed as your hand came down. Pausing, you look at the reddening on her ass cheeks. Rather than give her another swat, you massage the muscle. Breathing hard, Dallas shudders from your touch, and you feel as much as hear her groan as you shape her buttock.

Smiling at the teen draped face down on your lap, you growl, "See, if you do what Daddy wants, you get to feel good."

You slide your hand down between her legs to caress her inner thigh. You make sure to slide your index finger against her sex. Dallas jerks as your fingers brush her gushing cunt.

Smiling, you growl, "Such a hungry pussy. Is this why you keep breaking rules?"

Using your left hand, you grab her hair, pulling her head back. "I said, 'Young lady, were you cheating on my test because you wanted to get fucked?'"

"No, Daddy. I wasn't..." she sobbed.

"Liar," you growl as you shove two fingers into her from behind. You feel her cunt clamp down on your fingers like a vise as the cream pours from her fuck hole.

"Your gushing from a spanking; only a deviant slut does that," you growl.

Dallas moaned, her back arching as you sawed your digits in and out of her teen pussy.

"Such a naughty slut. I bet you need Daddy's cock to keep you in line, don't you?" You rumble.

Gasping, Dallas panted, "Yes, Daddy... please, please make me a good girl. Just..."

"Just what, slut?" you growled triumphantly.

"I'll be your good girl, Daddy; just please don't pimp me out." She whimpered frantically.

Taken aback, you blurt out, "Reese pimped you out."

Apparently thinking you asked her a question, Dallas sobbed, "Yes, Daddy, during spring break last year. Coach Reese took me to Mr. Laskos' bachelor party and had me fuck everyone there."

Taking your stunned silence as wanting more, she continued gushing, "Afterwards, he kept sharing me with his friends. " Dallas took several more moments before finishing, "I thought he was done with me, then two weeks ago he brought me to his office... he told me that it was my job to spread my legs and inspire his players with my honey pot. Then he fucked me."

Still not hearing anything, she whimpered, "Just, just please..." Shaking yourself, you run and caress her inner thigh.

Thinking fast, you growl, "It's your lucky day, princess." Moving your hand, you palm her cunt, making her squirm. "Your cunt belongs to me now, and I don't share."

Dallas moans as you feel a wave of cream soak your hand.

You file away the information that Reese was sharing about Dallas for a rainy day. You drag your hand up her inner thigh, across her ass cheek. Leaving behind a trail of cunt cream before pressing down on her lower back.

Your voice was gruff as you inquired, "Are you on the pill, baby girl?"

Dallas shook her head, saying, "My mom and g-ma would strangle me with their rosary beads if they found out I was on the pill. Mr. Reese and everyone used condoms."

Your low laughter tickled her ears, followed by the beast proclaiming, "That ends tonight, sweet pea." When I fuck you, it's going to be raw."

Dallas freezes for several seconds before whispering, "But, but what if? What if I..."

"Get pregnant." You finish. "Hehehehe," you laugh. "Then your belly will swell with my bastard."

Dallas gasps, her eyes going wide at your proclamation.