She's waiting

You enter the sports complex and find Gabrielle standing outside the door of your office. She is leaning against the wall, one leg bent at the knee, her shoe pressed against the wall. She smiles as you approach and you can see that she has freshened her lipstick and unbuttoned the top button of her shirt.

"Bonjour M'sieur Watts, I am reporting as ordered," she trills teasingly as you open the door and gesture her in. She sways in, giving you a coquettish glance as she passes you, and you follow her in, closing the door behind you.

"I meant no harm M'sieur. I meant only to welcome you," she says, standing contritely before you. "Perhaps I am not so good at understanding what is appropriate here in America."

"It was a very pretty gift Miss Duplessis. Did you ice them yourself? Or just model for the baker?"

She blushes prettily. "You are teasing poor Gabrielle, M'sieur. I am not a chef pâtissier, a baker. This skill I do not have. I purchased them in a shop in Boston. And no, M'sieur, I did not model for the icing."

"And you thought this would be an amusing gift to give to the new male teachers?"

"Only to you M'sieur."

"Gabrielle, don't compound your error by lying," you say sternly, seeing her eyes flicker with sudden alarm. "I know that Mr. Carter received a similar box, and I presume Mr. Sharp and Dean Hawkfeather did as well."

She hangs her head, looking at you from under her pretty lashes. "Je suis désolé, M'sieur. You are correct. I am sorry I lied."

"Do you think, Miss DuPlessis, that I am the type of man who is likely to let something like this go unpunished?" Her breathing is deeper and more rapid and she bites at her lower lip as she shakes her head.

"No M'sieur Watts. You are not a boy, but a man. I think I have made a, how you say? An error in judgement." She takes a deep breath that lifts her tits against her shirt leaving clear indentations against the fabric of her blouse. "Are you going to paddle mon cul M'sieur? Like M'sieur le Dean did to those foolish girls?"

"Do you think that's what you deserve Miss Duplessis?"

"Mais Non M'sieur! I meant no harm. It was a silly present, no more. My maman in Lyons was a student here many years ago, and she warned me not to be bad or mon cul would be very red and sore. Surely this is not so bad M'sieur," she looks at you with appealing eyes and you feel your cock twitch at the sight of the lovely girls vulnerability.

You stare at her silently, watching her nervousness grow and her brash confidence start to crumble.

"Is M'sieur going to paddle mon cul?" she asks in a soft voice that is almost a whimper.