Too Late for that. Fill her up.

"Fuck that, I'm coming," you tell her, and pulling her hips back you make a final deep thrust into her tight wet cunt and start to come. The stuff explodes out of your cock, flooding her pussy as you pound into her mercilessly, exulting in your orgasm.

"Oh God, noooooo!" Meghan wails as she feels your come fill her. Although she protests, her ass keeps rocking and her cunt squeezes the last juices out of your cock. You give a final few thrusts and pull out of her.

Meghan's head is down on the desk and her tiny body is shuddering with sobs. Your come is leaking from her pussy, starting to drip down her thighs. The sight of the ruined girl is immensely pleasing, and you feel better than you've felt in months.

"Clean yourself up, Meghan," you order. She slowly pushes herself upright, sobbing. She turns towards you, her eyes full of tears.

"You came inside me! I'm not on birth control. I told you not to!" There is the beginning of anger in her voice. You look at her sternly.

"First of all, wench, you don't tell me anything. I tell you. And I do what I want. Unless you want more discipline right now, you'll remember that."

"But what if I get pregnant?" she wails.

"If that happens, we'll consider it just another form of discipline Meghan. You should have known better than not to be on birth control. In fact, not being on birth control deserves additional punishment." You smile coldly at her, seeing her defiance melt away.