Laying down the Law

"Mom! What the fuck!"

Ashford's hands sprang forward to cover his crotch, and his troubled expression morphed into one of shock. He bent slightly at the knees and drew his hips back, hiding his nakedness from the eyes of those present. He ended up looking awkward and ****, a far cry from his usual strong posture.

"We're standing on Ryan Ferro's property, Ashford. I'm merely punishing you per the laws of his land." Gloria rose gracefully from her crouching position to her full height and sneered down at her son. "Isn't that so, Mr. Kane?"

"Yes, of course." The principal rose from his seat and began undoing his tie. He offered a sympathetic smile to the black teen, who looked positively horrified now. "We're in the same boat, Ashford. I, er, forgot my manners earlier when Mr. Ferro walked in."

"You know better now." You acknowledged the middle-aged man's apologetic nod with a dismissive wave of your hand.

"That I do." Mr. Kane nodded tiredly as he began undoing the buttons on his shirt.

You were more than pleased with Gloria's conduct. Watching the way the hardened woman took control of the room and handled Ashford, you felt like the bitterness and anger was being soothed.

"Manners? For this shrimp?" Ashford's eyes narrowed defiantly, but he caved when he met Gloria's steely gaze. He took a couple of steps back, almost lost his balance, and his back hit the wall.

"You will address him as 'sir'." The rasp Gloria had developed from old smoking habits caused her voice to sound especially menacing as she growled. Her intimidation worked, and the jock nodded meekly. "Fall in line, or I'll be required to take drastic measures to discipline you."

By now, Mr. Kane had stripped himself of his shirt and had unbuttoned his pants. There was no hesitation in the motion of his hands as he slid his legs free. A slight flush came over his face as he stood straight. An average-sized organ rested flaccid between his thighs.

"That's a cute pecker, Mr. Kane," Christine laughed from atop your lap. Having his manhood scrutinised by a student, the older man fidgeted uncomfortably. "Bigger than my boyfriend, though!"

You glanced sideways to find Dean standing there, eyes closed and face red from embarrassment.

"Now, there's no need to put him down like that, is there?" You groped Christine's chest as you chuckled. "Both of you are mine."

"But Dean does have a small dick, Master." Christine smiled playfully. "That's why he's standing there watching while you're squeezing my titties."

"She's not wrong, Ryan. Sir." The buff jock sighed, running his eyes over the ridiculous amount of cleavage Christine was showing off. "That's why you're the leader, though."

"You can tell me if this arrangement bothers either of you." You hefted Christine's chest, and the jock gulped. "You've more than proven your loyalty to me."

"I'm flattered by your consideration, Master," Christine replies sweetly. She licks her soft lips, skilfully drawing your attention to them. "But I exist to please you, and only you. Dean will not distract me."

"And what about you?" You asked Dean while squeezing hard enough to draw a high-pitched gasp out of the teen. She leaned back into your chest as you slid a hand into her open collar and felt her up directly.

"She didn't say anything I disagree with." Dean lowered his head slightly. "I would be honored to guard you when Christine warms your bed, Master."

"See? That is proper etiquette when dealing with a superior." Gloria explained to her son, folding her arms under her respectable bust. "So, why don't we find out how high up on the hierarchy you exactly are?"

"No way." Ashford bent lower and hugged his waist, his voice trembling as the realisation struck him.

"Should have thought twice before messing with him, then." Gloria's sneer returned. "Too late to beg."

"I won't." Ashford shook his head. "You can't-"

"Make you? I can, and I will if necessary." Gloria tilted her head sideways. "Do you want to test me?"

Ashford turned to look at you and, for a brief moment, you expected him to implore you to make this nightmare end. But then his shoulders sagged, and he removed his hands from his crotch.

"An even cuter one!" Christine giggled, staring straight at Ashford's cock. It wasn't much different from the one that hung between Mr Kane's thighs, but maybe just a little smaller. "Guess the rumours were just rumours."

"To think you dared to challenge Ryan with that little _thing_ between your legs," Gloria laughed. "You're a house cat trying to compete with a tiger."

You felt a deep satisfaction as Ashford's head hung low with shame. When you suggested sexual humiliation as a punishment, Gloria had taken it as the standard one for disrespect and defiant behaviour. So when the principal asked you why you were barging into 'his' office with another boy and three women, Gloria had immediately sentenced him. His reaction was similar to Ashford's at first, but the sheriff detained him while you wrote your name on his skin- and then he turned docile.

"I hope you're satisfied, sir," Ashford asked through gritted teeth. "Can I go now?"

"Your crime was much more serious than Mr Kane's, Ashford," you decided to cut in at this moment. "Mr Kane only needs to stand around for fifteen minutes. I've decided to leave the details and duration of your punishment up to your mother and Kelly."

"Your sentence, Ashford," Kelly began with a neutral expression on her face. "Is two weeks of public nudity."

"No fu- no way." Ashford hastily catches himself mid-sentence, but he looks around in a panic. The rebellious spirit you'd seen earlier in the day was dying before your eyes, and you enjoyed watching it happen. "I need to go home! Mom, you can't be serious!"

It was at this moment that the door to Mr Kane's office opened once more. Ashford let out a groan of dismay as he saw who it was:

Tomi Miller, his girlfriend.