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"Come in young lady. Take a seat."

The principal was a burly man, younger than Lilian had expected with a rugged beard and unkempt brown hair. She felt he would look more at home in a flannel shirt and axe over his shoulder than the dress suit he was wearing.

The room was cramped and dark, the only light coming in from the large window the principal was staring out of. He held a drink in his hands, idly swirling it between sips.

"And don't forget to lock the door." He turned, eyeing her naked body up and down. "We wouldn't want anyone interrupting us."

Doing as he asked she locked the door and sat down on the chair in front of his desk. She was happy to be somewhere private but still couldn't help but feel a feel flush through her cheeks while she was on display.

The man walked around her, looming over her as his eyes betrayed a ravenous hunger. He ran his large hands through her hair, his fingers brushing up against her bare back sending shivers down her spine.

He dug his callused fingers into her shoulders, pulling her straight against the chair.

"Sit up straight." His deep voice boomed even as he spoke with a level tone. "And put your hands down to the side. Just because you're in a state of undress doesn't mean you get to forgo good posture and manners."

She dropped her arms that had been covering her chest, doing her best to sit up properly. If she were going to get out of this without him calling her father, she'd have to do better.

"Sorry sir, I didn't mean to disrespect." She explained in her best formal voice.

"Good girl." He praised, letting of of her shoulders to grab a glass and bottle from his bookshelf.

She could still feel the throbbing from his strong grip on her skin. His words of praise bouncing around in her head as she tried to keep composure.

He sat on top of his desk, rather than in the chair behind it, filling the two decanter glasses with some kind of ****.

"My apologies for not being able to offer any ice, our facilities are a bit limited as I'm sure you've already discovered." He moved to pass Lilian the glass but she held out her hand in refusal.

"Sorry sir, I'm too young to drink that."

"I was hoping to keep this as a light chat, but if you'd rather we do things by the book..."

"No sir! Please can I have the drink."

She took the cold glass and pressed it to her lips, the principal watching her like a wolf stalking pray as she readied herself to take the drink.

She thought it would be smart to drink the whole glass in one go, avoid having to keep taking sips of the drink she knew wouldn't taste nice. She wasn't expecting the burn as she poured it down her throat, causing her to cough and spit out the remainder of it.

Her mouth still burning, she looking in horror as she saw what she'd done. The principal only returned a level stare as he began patting down his now soaked pants.

"Oh no. I am so sorry-"

"I know you're new to schooling girl." His charming tone had taken a rougher edge to it and his gaze had intensified. "But please do not think that'll excuse this kind of behaviour."

"I didn't mean to I swear!"

"From the reports I've heard, you've been nothing but disrespectful to our school ever since you arrived."

"No please. This is just a misunderstanding, I love this school!"

"Really? You've only attended one class today and spent the rest of you're time parading around as a little slut. Dreading far outside of our dress code, when you bother to wear anything!" He was shouting at her now, his powerful voice reverberating throughout the small room.

Jumping off the desk he grabbed her by the hair and pushed her against it. Pressing her body into it as his rough fingers **** their way inside her.

"Not a virgin I see, and already so wet. You are just a little slut aren't you?"

The burning in her mouth, the pressure from being pressed down, his rough fingers **** inside her still raw pussy. It was all too much for Lilian. What should have been cry's for help came out as moans of pleasure, her eyes rolling back as she began shacking uncontrollably.

Her fingers dug into the desk as he finger fucked her wet hole. The rolling pleasure of multiple orgasms breaking her mind as the man rubbed her down in all the right places.

"Pleeease, pleeeease, PLEasSEe." Was all she could manage as her most delicate areas were manhandled by her bulking assailant.

As her convulsions finally subsided he removed his fingers from her, pressing them into her mouth.

"Clean up slut." He commanded

In a daze he licked and sucked her our juices off his hands, continuing to work them until they were removed.

"Tell me how you taste."

"Good sir, nice and sweet." She told him. In truth her mouth still burned too much to get a good taste, but if she had any chance left she'd need to tell him what he wanted to hear.

"I'll have to make sure to sample it later." He still had her pressed down and bent over the desk, her feet just barely off the ground. "It seems you're more of a slut than a student and that won't do."

"I want to be a student here sir. I'd do anything to stay as one!"

"You'll need to be punished for your actions. But Mr Drummond expressed you wished to keep this off the records, yes?"

"That's right sir. I'll accept any punishment you give me, but would much appreciate if it doesn't reach my father's ears."

"Hmmm, it'll have to be something unconventional in that case. Something that shows you the error of you ways while better integrating you as a student."

"That would be very kind of you to do sir." She told him, naked and pressed into the desk as her principal sipped on more whiskey.

"I think I know just the thing. "