Honor her request

"Very well Diana." You concede as you regretfully let her sit up and pull her bra and blouse back over her lovely breasts. She is still clearly sexually aroused, but in spite of that she is resolute in her determination to stop this before it escalates again.

"It might be wiser to stick to last names for now, Mr. Hawkfeather." Any sign of the Diana who was squirming under you just a minute ago is wiped away as she pulls her tailored blazer on and pulls it tightly shut over her gaping blouse. "Neither of us can do our jobs if we are distracted by other matters and at the moment, as you have so firmly pointed out, this academy needs all of our attention." It's hard to argue with her logic, but now that you've had her once you wonder if you'll find it easy to keep this relationship professional.

"Oh another thing, Mr. Hawkfeather," She turns upon you with the same fire you remember from the first meeting in her office, "I meant what I said about using my students as sexual playthings." He nimble fingers swiftly button the blazer as she speaks, once again Miss Naylor's armor is in place. "More than a few of them might feel that same sexual arousal, but I will not have you preying on the young women here like some sick bastard. I want it understood that I will be at any paddlings that come up in the future." She lifts her gaze to meet your eyes steadily. "To make sure you don't take advantage of any these girls the way you used me."

Lacking the words to defend yourself, you nod at her in silence. It is not exactly a promise to keep your hands (and cock) clean, but at the moment you have no desire to fight over this issue. Given the choice you'd much rather bed the formidable Headmistress of this school than any of her pretty young students anyway. Diana accepts your silence as enough of an answer, and with a glance at her watch, she reminds you of the time.

"The next meeting starts in about thirty minutes, Mr. Hawkfeather." Diana says as she slips her small feet back into her black pumps. "I need a shower. I suspect you do too." With that she heads for the door leaving you standing in silence with your khakis still in a loose bundle around your ankles.