Go see the headmaster

You storm into the office, your 'uniform' showing off your body more than it would have. This man is going to feel your fury. How dare he run a school like this? You rush past the secretary who attempts to stop you, but with a single look that would be able to split a rock in twain, she backs off.

You almost kick down the door and as soon as you step into the room the smell hits you. It is the first thing you notice. The wonderful smell that fills your nostrils completely. You can smell roses, newly lawned grass and many more amazing smells that stops you dead in your tracks.

With a slight blush you realize that the increasingly wet feeling between your legs might be adding to the smell in the room too.

Behind a large oak desk the stern looking headmaster is sitting. He looks at you with a slight smile and then gestures for you to enter.

You do, while painfully aware of your now leaking exposed gooch. Somehow your cloak find itself around your elbows as the headmaster starts talking. It is so hard to focus while your cunt is itching so bad.

Suddenly you realize that the headmaster has stopped speaking and expects you to answer. What do you do?