Michelle needs some discipline

"Miss Roberts, there are reports that you have been teasing other girls and being very mean and snotty to them. Is that true?" you ask.

"Oh, no sir!" said Michelle as if she was shocked. "I'd never do that!"

"Amina, freeze this!" you say.

In a flash, you and Amina are in the office with a frozen Michelle.

"Amina, I want every girl in this school to believe whatever I say. I also want Michelle here to get really turned on by being paddled, but paddling only makes her grow very horny and gives her an urgent need to be fucked doggie style like nothing else on earth mattered! Oh, and Mr. Spikes, the custodian, needs to still be on the job."

"Done, sir!" said your secretary in her cute but sexy business suit. She winked, and soon everything was back to normal just before you called on Amina.

"Michelle, you're lying!"

"Yes, sir, I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again!"

"Well, I'm afraid this will go on your permanent record. This will cost you dearly on college admissions!"

"No, sir, Please! I'll do anything: detention...um...I'll...pick up trash!"

"Hmmm," you say as you spy the "Board of Education" paddle on the wall. Mrs. Taylor kept as a novlety gag. You walk over and pull it down. "It's either this or permanent record, Miss Roberts."

Michelle swallowed hard. "I'll...take...the paddle."

"Turn around and grab your ankles!" you order.

Michell does as she's ordered. You walk up behind her and flip her skirt up over her back. "Count 'em out!"

"Whack!"

"One!" she says between clenched teeth.

You keep whacking away. As she counts, you can tell Michelle is getting turned on by her breathing. After twenty whacks, you stop. "Turn around and face me!"

Michelle turns around. Her face is red, and her eyes are watery. She's breathing heavily. "Um...Mr...Principal....uh..."

"Tell me what's on your mind, or you're suspended!"

"Will you fuck me!" She blurted out before gasping.

"What? Yeah, right, and you'll get me fired!"

"No, I REALLY need you to fuck me! Please! I won't tell ANYone, I promise!" She drops to her knees and looks up at you with her hands clenched.

"OK, but on one condition."

"Anything!"

"To prove you're not setting me up. Go find Mr. Spikes. Get him to cum on your face then come back here and show me your face full of his cum. If you do, I'll fuck you. If you don't, you're expelled!"

"Mr. Spikes?" asked Michelle with a grimace.

Mr. Spikes was in his fifities, a widower with a beer gut, balding head, and hair sticking out of his ears.

"Yes, you do that, or you're expelled. No one will come to your defense. They'll all believe me!"

"OK, I'll do it!" Michelle got up and ran out.

"Amina!"

"Yes, sir?"

"I think Mr. Spikes resents the girls at this school and especially Michelle. I also think he has a full load of cum that will imediately regenerate three times in a row after he forces Michelle to suck him off after licking his balls. Also, each load of cum gets Michelle hornier and hornier and more and more **** for me, and only me to fuck her doggie style. Got it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Oh, and I think Mr. Spikes needs to be on the far side of campus. I'm going for a stroll, so I can figure out what Michelle's punishment for stealing a test will be. Also I might check on Miss Cutler, the cute English teacher or maybe stop by the gym class to suggest some new sports."

"Yes, sir," Said Amina with a wink.