One on one with the principal.

John was nude, sitting in the principals office. He had one hand covering himself and one still filled with his jism. He could feel his little cock twitching beneath his hand coating itself in precum. Mrs Taylor bombarded him with questions “So you think it’s fun to streak in my school? Do you like showing that minuscule thing off? Does your mother know what a pervert her son is?” John didn’t know how to respond he felt microscopic compared to the domineering woman standing above him.

“God Why haven’t you cleaned your hand yet? Were you saving it so you could slurp it up like the filthy boy you are?”

His heart fluttered at the idea but he shook his head ‘no’ and reached for the tissue box on her desk. Removing his cover as he did so. Mrs Taylor snatched the box before he could grab one. “No I think you’ve missed your chance. Eat it, i know you want to. You’re leaking like a bitch in heat for gods sake!” She demanded and mocked him.

John looked at the puddle in his hand. She was right about him leaking. He couldn’t deny he was thinking about it but he had never eaten his own cum before. Closing his eyes, he gulped it down. Licking his hand clean afterwards. “There I did it. May I please get dressed now?” He asked, scrunching his face as the taste of his sour seed rested upon his tongue.

Mrs Taylor laughed. She couldn’t believe he actually ate his own cum in front of her. That only cemented the idea that he was some sort of filthy deviant. “Dressed In what? You ruined your clothes. Remember?” She didn’t wait for a response before continuing, “No, you wanted to be naked so you can stay naked. At least for the time being. Now we need to discuss the consequences of your actions.”

“Consequences?” He questioned as the nervous anticipation rose within him. “Yes consequences. You know? Those things that happen when you do something wrong.” She looked down at his straining appendage “God. Don’t you have any self control?” His face was set ablaze with shame.

“As I see it. I could call the authorities. You would be expelled and charged with indecent exposure and your life ruined.” She paused, watching the fear twinkle in his eyes. “Or... I could discuss your actions with the school board and find a punishment that allows you to stay in school. Which would you prefer?”

Johns heart was racing. Trying to think which would be more humiliating. “What would be my punishment if I stayed in school?”

She smiled softly at him “I would have to discuss the options with the school board. But if you choose to stay in school you will have to submit to your punishment fully. Any back talk, fighting or misbehaviour and it’s jail and expulsion.”

“I’ll stay in school!” He was a bit more enthusiastic than he meant to be but he just couldn’t wait to find out what would happen to him.

Mrs Taylor told him to remain still while she left her office, leaving the door wide open in the process. With the way the room was positioned he was left in plain view of anyone walking by. He turned his head to look out the door and locked eyes with Heather. She lifted up her pinky finger and wiggled it a bit before laughing. He quickly turned away, biting his lip in ecstasy. Mrs Taylor returned after a few minutes followed by Ashley.

John quickly tried to cover himself but Mrs Taylor admonished him. Making him sit there with his hands at his sides. Ashley broke out into laughter at the sight, “Jesus! Did you drop a tic tac in your lap? Fuck you’re so tiny! No wonder you’re such a loser.” she spat at him. “Oh my GOD! Are you... are you fucking hard!?” Ashley asked in disbelief.

“Indeed he is” Mrs Taylor confirmed. “Now Ashley, I called you down here because your step brother here. Decided it would be fun to wreck his clothes and show off his sorry excuse of a penis. He can’t spend the day naked so I was hoping you had some clothes you could lend him.” The principal explained. Ashley was still laughing in awe at the sight of John. She couldn’t believe it, she remembered seeing an average bulge in his pants just last week. She assumed he must had been stuffing.

“Oh... I think I have something. I’ll be right back.” Ashley responded before skipping out the door. It didn’t take long at all for her to return. “I have this but I’ll need it back for cheer practice.” She said, throwing down a very short hot pink skirt with a black trim and a white sheer blouse that she had in her locker for ages.

“That’ll have to do. Put it on” Mrs Taylor said, motioning John to get dressed. He stood and grabbed the skirt but was stopped when Ashley yanked it out of his hands. “Wait! I don’t want him leaking all over my skirt.” She pointed to his crotch, coated and glistening with precum with a glob hanging from his tip. Mrs Taylor pondered for a second before she handed John a tissue and told him to clean himself as she grabbed a first aid kit she had on top of a filing cabinet.

John has finished cleaning himself of his precum just as Mrs Taylor had found what she was looking for. She pulled out a small box labeled “Finger Cots” inside they were what appeared to be individually wrapped latex circles. Almost like tiny condoms. She eyed his pecker before pulling out one labelled ‘little finger’.

“This is meant to go on your pinky finger but I think it will work” the towering woman said as she unpackaged it. She told John to stand still as she came around to face him. She placed it at the tip of his penis and rolled it down his length. It only took a second but John shuddered as he felt her finger glide the cot over his length.

The principal stood back. Both her and Ashley broke out laughing at the site of his tiny member wrapped tightly in latex and twitching violently. Mrs Taylor wiped a tear from her eye as she spoke to Ashley. “That should keep your skirt clean.”

Ashley nodded, unable to stop laughing she tossed the skirt at him. “Here you go tic tac.”