Easier target

You had been hoping that the principal would just storm off like she usually seemed to do when she didn’t have the upper hand but it seemed she now considered you slightly more urgent than a regular annoyance getting in her way. An annoyance you were sure she would now remember given your boldness. You hoped that she still considered you oblivious or stupid like she did all her students but that in turn meant that she had the right to consider your punishment.

She scanned you up and down to find some way to scrutinise your appearance but the standard for the male student dress code was a lot more relaxed than the womens. A code that you disagreed with but couldn’t help but benefit from in situations like these. Unfortunately that didn’t seem to be enough as she managed to find and hone in on her target after a few seconds of uncomfortable staring.

“Those ‘sneakers’ aren’t to be allowed for normal school use. Only for gym activities and school outings. You should come see me in my office after school and I’ll be writing you up” the principal grinned, making you cringe at the thought of your plans being ruined.

After gym you had just kept your spare pair on your feet instead of changing back into your normal shoes, a decision you did at the time out of laziness but now regretting that choice. She would have likely found any reason to give you a punishment even if you were following the rules to a tee but making it easy for her made it even worse.

“Ah you don’t need to worry about that. Max, I expect you to be in my office as soon as possible after the last bell rings. No excuses.” Rebecca declared, giving you an opportunity that you weren’t going to refuse.

“Yes, Miss Ryan’s” you replied, lowering your head to avoid the principal seeing the smug look on your face.

“Good. I told you that you need to be firmer” the principal replied, briskly turning around and heading off in whatever direction she felt was important.

Once she was out of view and the sound of her heels clacking against the floor died down in volume, both you and Rebecca let out a sigh before smiling at each other's reaction.

“Come on. Let's get in before she comes back and changes her mind” Rebecca said, finally getting to unlock her office and inviting you inside.

She put her hand on your shoulder to usher you through the door and quickly moved to lock the door behind you.

“Someones eager” you teased, getting a look from Rebecca as if you had just told her a corny joke.

You both sat in the same seats you usually did and you practically melted into your chair, your legs still tired from your morning workouts. Your physical exhaustion had you feeling lazy and it seemed that mental exhaustion was what was ailing Rebecca, placing her arms on her desk before laying her head down on them.

With the way she was lay, you knew it was only a matter of time until she actually started having a nap. An event you were happy she was comfortable doing in your presence but still a little too tame for even what you considered a chill afternoon lunch, making you start up the conversation in hopes of keeping her up and awake.

You also considered activating Limit Breaker while she wasn’t looking but your dinner break would only be lasting another 20 minutes, a third of the time the effect can be active. You had planned to make full use of your time after school for the full hour but that didn’t mean you weren’t planning on racking up the seconds now if you could help it.

“Rough day?” you asked, giving her a chance to vent to you.

“It was going great until about 15 minutes ago. I was excited to show you your present, my classes were actually listening to me and then… she just had to make me feel like shit” Rebecca replied, a little bit of anger heating up her words

“If my gift was that very nice skirt you were wearing then I definitely would start paying attention to your class if I wasn’t already” you joked, getting her to finally raise her head and smirk in your direction.

“Well I’m glad someone approves of it” Rebecca sighed, looking down at the skirt hidden from your view by the desk.

“I wouldn’t mind taking a closer look. You know, just at the skirt. It was my present after all” you said wiggling your eyebrows.

Rebecca tried her best to avoid looking like she enjoyed your attention but she still got up and moved around the table for you to see. It was indeed the skirt you had picked out for her on Saturday at the mall, the same one she had said was too short to be wearing at school.

You didn’t think it was anything too erotic but you had heard that the code for teachers meant skirts couldn’t be above the knee, which this skirt clearly was. The pencil skirt showed off her legs which remained toned and fit even with her earlier revelation a few days ago that she hadn’t found a gym to go to yet, and the fabric stayed tight against her slender figure.

She was now standing on your side of the desk but now that you could see her, she seemed unsure of what to do next, looking embarrassed as you examined her.

“Hmm I think you still need to be a bit closer for me to get a better look” you suggested, watching as she cautiously inched closer, finally walking into arms reach.

You moved your nearest hand to her that had been resting against your lap, up and towards her legs, Rebecca not moving an inch or flinching when you ran your hand over the hem of her skirt. You let your hand run down the skirt to then touch her skin, feeling goosebumps rise on her legs as you traced your finger back and forth. You let your fingers linger against her skin, running them back up towards her skirt but dipping your hand up towards her inner thigh.

“Closer” you declared, pushing your chair slightly back so she could stand in front of you, wedging her between you and the desk when she followed your order with only a little hesitation.

You didn’t know when you had started gaining power over her in this conversation but her flushed cheeks told you that she was enjoying this as much as you were. She stood in front of you and let you stroke and grope her body as you see’d fit, even letting you slowly lift her skirt which clung to her thighs, a slit on the side making it slightly easier for her to move.

“Sit” you once again ordered, rolling her skirt up far enough for her to straddle your legs, making her sit facing you on your lap. The chair had no armrests that you had to deal with so she didn’t have to worry about contorting herself to sit down unlike she would have had to if you were using her chair, a thought you saved away for later if you wanted to keep her tied up a little better.

Her face was now level with your own and you could tell she was eagerly awaiting your next move, her eyes almost begging you to make a move on her.