Mr. Santos

"So, how did my son treat you?" the principal stood with his back towards her, looking down at some papers at his desk.

"Fair enough" she lied.

"I doubt that" Mr. Santos responded dryly " he's rough without purpose, fails to see the value in discipline, in teaching. He'll have to learn that if he's to take over"

Mr. Santos looked up "come here Emma, let's give you a lesson you will remember when you cross back over the Atlentic"

As she went up to is desk, he beckoned her to bend over. She could feel his hand caressing her ass, before pulling her skirt up and spanking her.

"You want to know about our laws? It started just like this, millions of women bent over millons of desk" Emmas ass was getting sore from all the spanking.

"You think you're different? Half the country was like you, called us fascists. Most of them were women of course, feminists who shouted and protested vehemently" his hand stayed on her ass this time, before finally stopping.

He lead her to the bed, always a damn bed everywhere, and pushed her down to her knees. He didn't take his cock out however, but walked to the nearby drawer and picked somethig up. It was a collection of samll leather straps, handcuffs probably and maybe a collar?

He started to bind her hands to the bed. "Open up Emma" and she did. The strap had a ring in the front which he placed in her mouth.

Then he started to strip, slowley and neatly. He made his way in front of her, completley naked. Then he grabbed her head and slowley pushed it towards him.

Emma felt his cock push against the back of her throat, nostrils filling with the scent of him.

"I remember my first. I watched the news in a cafe, the moment the anchor told us the results of the vote the mood shifted. I grabbed the nearest whore and fucked her right there and then. She was a lawyer or some such" _gulp, gulp, gulp _he kept punding her throat.

"You know what surprised me the most?" he said as he pushed her head far down to the base of his cock "it only took a few months. After that, the vast majority of women, even ardent feminists, were obedient little cumrags. Just like you."

"It took some disciplining, some traning. I took my duty seriously and stuffed my cock in the throats of the malcontents. They all got used to it eventually, this is what you're really meant for isn't it?" he looked down on Emma.

Emma wasn't paying much attention to the monologging, just let the bastard cum and she could be on her way. Shit, is he expecting an answear?

Her eyes met his "Yesgh.. sir" she tried to say, but the men here had a habit of not pulling their cocks out when a woman spoke. He stroked her head, stripped her down and whispered "Isn't this easier? No need to think, no stress, no anxiety. Your only job is to serve. To keep your little holes ready for me whenever I want them.

He put his foot on the bed and started fucking her mouth more violently.

"You're not fooling me" he said "I've seen you all day, on this monitor right here" Emma glanced over to see a monitor showing the security feed for the whole school. "Like a gazelle on the savannah, you've been right at home in this place heaven't you?"

She could feel massive amounts of spit and precum making its way down her chest, some even making its way down her thighs. His rough handling of her was bound to make a mess and the contraption she had in her mouth was not making it any less messy.

She hated the man of course, but there was something oddly arousing about the whole affair, if treated like fantasy. If she was honest with herself, she'd often dreamt of being taken roughly by some dominant stranger. That had strictly been in her imagination though. Still... no harm in enjoying myself while I'm here.

The principal seemed to notice "Very good, I told you. Right at home. Remember this feeling when you're back in England, on the floor, body a mess and a mans cock down your throat" his pounding was getting more erratic, his panting heavier "when you're anxious about the hardships of modern life. This is where you belong"

He finally pushed emma down on the bed and emptied himself on her face.

"Say Thank You, Emma"

"Thank you for your cum, sir"

Mr. Santos picked up a towel and started wiping his hands "Good. Very good, in fact" he walked over to Emma, who was still on her back. Cum was dripping down her cheek, but the principal had not told her to clean herself up, and if there was ever a man to obey it was him. He stroked the clean side of her cheek and looked into her eyes "you look perfect"

He went over to his desk, back turned he said "you may leave now".