She tells you a story

"Sure, I'll give you a ride, but I really would prefer you didn't say much about this to your friends," you say. "I'm supposed to be the Dean of Students, responsible for discipline, and if word gets out I've fucked a student it wouldn't do my reputation any good."

"Are you kidding? Most of us would love to be bent over your desk and paddled. Those dumb cheerleaders might have cried, but they were talking later about how hot it was to have their bare asses smacked, and Rose said she actually came when you did it to her. She said that if Ms. Naylor hadn't been there she'd have ripped your pants off and climbed aboard. Getting spanked and fucked would be so hot!" You look at her, amused despite the twinge of alarm you feel at her revelation. You knew some women got excited by being spanked, but you hadn't expected it to be so common among these haughty daughters of the rich and powerful.

"Anyway, let's just not broadcast it, ok? Let's let student body discover it on their own," you say, struggling for a compromise.

"Ok," she giggles, standing on her toes and kissing you again. "God you're hot! I've got a thing for older men anyway, and when you add a motorcycle to the mix I'm a hot mess."

"Really?" you chuckle, resting your hands on her hips and pulling her into another kiss. "So I guess you've got Mr. Carter and Mr. Sharp high on your list too."

"You know it! Mr. Carter is like, my dad's age, but he looks like once he got going he'd show a girl a good time, and Mr. Sharp has a kind of bad boy look sometimes that's pretty hot. Coach Watts is gorgeous! I'd do all of them. And before too long I'm going to!" She puts her hand over her mouth suddenly in a pretense of alarm at having said too much, her eyes glittering. "I guess I shouldn't have told you that Dean Hawkfeather…are you going to punish me for it?"

"You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"You know I would! But...can you take me to my friends now? And punish me later?"

You can't help but chuckle at her brazen sexuality. You give her another brief kiss, squeezing her rump before stepping back.

"Get on, I'll give you a ride. Do you think you can manage not to have another orgasm before we get there?"

"No promises!" she giggles, teasing you before climbing onto the bike behind you with a happy sigh. "Wow, I love this alley!"

"What?" you ask, surprised.

"Oh...me and my friend Margot...the one who you made an example of? We were on a double date...last year...and the guys wanted something a little risky...they brought us here...fuck it was so hot!"

"They banged you up against the wall?"

"You know it! I came so hard! Margot too! I was hoping the guys would take turns at us...but the cops showed up..." her voice trails off suddenly.

"What happened then?"

"Umm...they....umm...they put Margot and me in the back of the car...I don't know what happened to the guys...they...umm...they messed with us a little..."

"What do you mean?"

"Umm...like they had us handcuffed...and umm...made us do stuff...like made me...eat Margot...while she was sucking one of them...the other one...the woman...she fucked me with her nightstick..."

"Jesus Christ!" you exclaim, "Did you report this?"

"Umm...not really...I was kinda drunk...we both were...and umm...to be honest I kinda loved it."

"So what happened?"

"They took us to jail, and called the school. A teacher came and got us. We got scolded and had to write up one of those things...but that was about it."

"You didn't tell the teacher? Who was it?"

"I didn't...I was kinda embarrassed that I liked it so much...Margot might have. It was Ms. Klaver who came for us...she's gone now. She resigned last year..."

You frown, puzzling at the information she's giving you. It all seems unlikely but you don't seriously doubt it. It wouldn't be the first time that cops took advantage of a situation like Cindy describes.

"And nothing happened to the guys you were with? Who were they?"

"Oh...umm...two guys from town...older guys...both me and Margot like older men..." she giggles softly, blushing slightly. "They're big supporters of the school, their daughters went there a long time ago I think. They're always supporting stuff like that carwash that Julia CarrollTits organises, and the auction and stuff like that." You sense a change in her tone of voice. Suddenly there's a slight nervousness in her, replacing the giggling vivacity of the past. Part of your mind wonders what that's about, before she resumes her normal frivolous tone. "Fire it up Dean! I want to feel this bad boy rumble between my thighs again! See if you can make me come one more time!"