Diana sets some rules

"Kyle?" Diana's body is toned and firm under yours as you press her to the desk under you; her warm skin feels so soft and smooth against yours that it is hard to concentrate on her quiet words. "Kyle, we have to talk." Judging by the somber tone of her voice, you doubt this is going to be an easy conversation. The tactile stimulation of her tight sex clinging to your cock as you reluctantly pull from within her sends waves of pleasure throughout your whole body, and you can feel it harden in response. Instead of talking, it would be so much better to carry her to your bed and fill her again, but with a sigh you stand back and let Diana sit up on your desk.

"This was so very inappropriate, Kyle." Diana fixes her bra and shirt as best she can as she speaks. Two of her buttons are missing, so her blouse gaps provocatively, and the shirttails just barely cover her sex, leaving every inch of her long toned legs exposed as she crosses them gracefully. "I'm not blaming you Kyle, it was my fault really, but it must not happen again."

"Diana," you try to take her hand in yours but she ignores you outstretched arm and reaches for her neatly folded skirt.

"It might be wiser to stick to last names for now, Mr. Hawkfeather." Any sign of the Diana who was squirming under you just a minute ago is wiped away as she slips into her skirt and pulls her tailored blazer tightly shut over her gaping blouse. "Neither of us can do our jobs if we are distracted by other matters and at the moment, as you have so firmly pointed out, this academy needs all of our attention." It's hard to argue with her logic, but now that you've had her once, you wonder if you'll be able to keep this relationship professional.

"Oh another thing, Mr. Hawkfeather," She turns upon you with the same fire you remember from the first meeting in her office, "I hope you were joking about using my students as sexual playthings." He nimble fingers swiftly button the blazer as she speaks, once again Miss Naylor's armor is in place. "I have no intention of taking what a man says in the midst of a passionate encounter too seriously, but I will not have you preying on the young women here like some sick bastard." She tucks a loose wisp of dark hair behind her ear, and once again looks like the Diana Naylor that you first met. "I want it understood, Mr. Hawkfeather, that I will be at any paddlings that come up in the future." She lifts her gaze to meet your eyes steadily. "To make sure you don't take advantage of any these girls the way you used me."

Lacking the words to defend yourself, you nod at her in silence. It is not exactly a promise to keep your hands (and cock) clean, but at the moment you have no desire to fight over this issue. Given the choice you'd much rather bed the formidable Headmistress of this school than any of her pretty young students anyway. Diana accepts your silence as enough of an answer, and with a glance at her watch, like a camp commandant she turns her attention to the next item.

"The next meeting starts in thirty-two minutes, Mr. Hawkfeather." Diana says as she slips her small feet back into her black pumps. "I need a shower. I suspect you do too." With that she heads for the door leaving you standing in silence with your khakis still in a loose bundle around your ankles.