Robert asserts control of the situation

Closing the door behind him, Robbie turned his gaze to the school principal, a hard-faced handsome older woman frowning at him, seated behind her desk. Her eyes narrowed. “What is that in your hand? And what have you done now?”

“It doesn’t concern you,” the high school senior grinned, lifting the CORD to his throat. “All you need to know is that it belongs to me and should you ever get a hold of it, you need to return it to me.” The young man coughed. “Now as to what happened. Katie Wilson was giving me guff as usual and Ms. Kirkland misinterpreted the scene for some reason. You know that I can treat anyone around here and do what I want with them as I wish. I will need to punish them. And you.”

The principal’s blue-gray eyes widened in alarm. “I – I suppose. Young Katie definitely, but Ms. Kirkland and myself? We’re – we’re –”

“That doesn’t matter,” Robbie interrupted. “Ultimately, I am in charge. What I say goes. Now unless you want to be publicly embarrassed, drop your skirt and panties and bend over that desk!”

With a frightened whimper, the older woman shot to her feet. Her hands worked quickly, unzipping her conservate navy blue skirt – the matching jacket hanging on coat tree beside the door of her office – and pushing it with her briefs to the floor about her feet. Stepping out of her garments, the woman kicked them aside and bent forward, pressing her chest into the wood table desk.

Easing behind the platinum-blonde-haired woman, Robbie slid his hand over her firm backside. The administrator trembled at his touch, his fingers squeezing her glutes for a moment, then –

“Oh!” she cried at the sudden strike on her bottom, eyes wide, tears welling. “Oh – Oh please! Aaagh!”

The young man smirked at the woman beneath him, his hand turning the skin of her backside red from his strikes. “Shit, you love this, Betty. Look –!” His fingers slid into her exposed pussy. “Damn!” the high school senior grinned at her wetness, her muscles clamping around his digit. “I didn’t think you’d be so tight! You’ve had one kid, right?”

“Aaah! Yes!” the blonde shuddered, another blow landing on her sore bottom. “Gab – Gabrielle!”

“Graduated last year?”

“Yes!” the administrator sobbed, struck again, her hands clenching at the edge of the desk.

“Living from home?”

“No! Please, not my –!” she cut off with a howl. “She’s –” her body shook, her tears streaking her cheeks, gasping for breath. “She’s out of state. A – a private university.”

“On your salary?” Robbie arched an eyebrow, resting his hand on asscheek, the woman’s last cry almost loud enough to catch the attention of the staff in the outer office. Not that I can’t do anything about it, but better safe than sorry, the young man thought.

“My – my ex is paying for it,” the high school principal said.

“I see,” he nodded, filing away the information for later, enjoying the feel of her hot skin and pussy beneath his fingers, her wetness streaking her thighs. He blinked, a number of thoughts crossing his mind. “You understand the pecking order in this school, right?”

“Y-yes, R-Robbie.”

The young man frowned. “No. I won’t have that. You cannot be that familiar with me unless I’m fucking you. I am Master Robert, sir, or ‘My Lord,” he smirked. “Got it?”

“Y-yes, M-Master Robert,” she nodded exuberantly.

“Good,” he nodded. “Arrange detention this afternoon for Katie Wilson, Ms. Kirkland and yourself.” The student blinked, another thought occurring to him. “What’s your cell?”

The woman told him.

“Good,” Robert entered her digits into his phone while prodding her clit. “I may send you more names.” Abruptly, a new text materialized on the device. Opening it up, he grinned at the sight of Liv’s bare breasts, the secretary pulling her blouse open wide, her bra hanging loose beneath her round tits. “And always respond as quickly as possible. I may have other tasks for you.”

“I – Yes, sir,” Mrs. Harris slumped against her desk.

“Excellent,” the young man slid his finger out of her pussy and rubbed the juices against her bottom. “I have classes to get to. Already missed one.” He paused, walking to the door, and glanced back at her. “Make sure that doesn’t count against me.”

Without confirmation, Robert exited her office, his gaze flickering towards Ms. White entering from the hallway, her green eyes twinkling mischievously. Her returned her countenance with a pleased smile, giving her rump a sharp smack as he passed, the woman giggling in return. “Catch you later, Liv.”