Teasing first

"Stand up, walk to the front of your desk, stand there with your arms at your sides." I push my chair back, as I watch her stand, her large breasts swaying as she moves in front of her desk.

"Why did you have me send that email?" she asks me, as she stands there, waiting for my next instructions.

"It is very simple; you are going to help me punish Mrs. Summers." I state flatly. "Now lift your skirt up to your waist, then sit on your desk facing me and spread your legs open."

I enjoy the site of her doing as she is told. Her skirt bunching up at the waist. Her ass pressing down on her desk. Then her legs spreading wide, revealing her mature pussy to me, poking through the hole she made in her pantyhose. A forest of hair surrounding her cunt, completely untamed.

I frown at how unkept her private area is. "When you go home and shower tonight before bed, you will shave your pussy, making sure there is no hair at all. You will never wear pantyhose again. You will only wear thigh high stockings that stay up on their own, or a garter belt and stockings. You will never wear panties of any kind, ever."

Her mouth opens, eyes wide as she stares at me. "Wh.. What... But I can't... please don't make me do that..." she practically begs me, while her legs are wide open, I can see the moisture around her lower lips.

I just look at her, "This is part of your punishment, for being just an awful principal."

"I swear, I won't do something like this every again..." she pleads to me.

I lean forward, my middle finger shoving its way into her moist canal. I see her entire body jump, as a throaty moan escapes her lips. "I know you won't, and you will always have a reminder of that."

I curl my finger and rub it along the top of her pussy walls, feeling for that rough patch, teasing it, as I watch her breathing start to quicken. My finger rubbing a bit faster, pushing harder against her wall. I watch her whole-body tremble, writhing on her desk. I can tell she is about to orgasm.

Soft moans escaping her lips, as she tries to fight her orgasm. Obviously not wanting to give me the satisfaction of making her cum. I keep going, knowing what will happen.

Her breathing getting heavier and heavier, I watch her biting her lower lip. Gasping for air. She is right on that edge, ready to go over it, but not willing to surrender yet.

I take my thumb and start to rub her clit, circling around it, a small scream escaping her lips as she lets go of her lip, bucking against my hand. I see the fight in her eyes dwindle, her body convulsing, moaning louder and louder, then....