Ilsa van Stahl, the principal

As Gina tried to recollect her thoughts, the silence of the bathroom was shattered by a sharp voice.

"Young Lady! What is going on in here?"

It was Ilsa van Stahl, the principal. She was a mid thirties woman, tall and slender, with D cup size boobs and a long, platin blond pony tail. Ilsa's eyes were icy blue and her facial features were sharp and distinct. She had a scar at the edge of her right eye, a remainder of her teen age national championship of womens MMA, but apart from that, her looks were flawless.

As per usual, she was dressed in knee long black leather boots, a short white skirt and a white, semi transparent, shirt. She wore no bra, her huge nipples could be sensed under the thin fabric of the shirt. It gave her a certain sense of satisfaction, to know that most of the boys at school fantasized about her when they masturbated.

Illsa gave Gina a stern look. "Are you masturbating during school time? And what IS that on your clit? A PIERCING?"

Gina was dumbfounded and at loss at how to respond. She merly stared at the principal, not knowing what to do. "I... Um..."

Ilsa glared at the huge erect clit and the ampallang piercing. Then she made up her mind. Ilsa was well aware that Gina was a trouble maker. This was to good an opportunity to let slide. It was high time to teach the mean-spirited little girl a lesson long over due.

Ilsa moved closer to Gina, leand over and grabbed hold of the piercing. She hooked the index finger around one end of the ampallang and the middle finger around the other, and pulled Gina upward.

Gina screamed straight out in pain, and got to her feet. Ilsa ruthlessly continued to pull straight up. She did not stop pulling until Gina was **** balance on the tip of her toes. The pain in the clit made Gina gasp for air.

"Your behaviour is in gross violation of school regulation regarding lewd conduct. And piercings are NOT allowed. Get dressed RIGHT NOW and accompany me to my office!"

Ilsa let go of the piercing and Gina quickly got dressed. Her pants were nowhere to be found but she covered up as best she could, without a word. She knew better than to be uppity with the principal. Once Gina was dressed, Ilsa grabbed her by the ear and they marched of towards her office.

Once they were in the principal's office, Ilsa locked the door and sat down in her armchair. Gina was standing in front of the desk, not knowing what to say or do.

Ilsa crossed her legs and lit a cigarette. She was in no hurry. Better to let the snotty girl work up some fear. "You should cut down on the steroids, young girl. That clit of your's is... Some what overgrown." Ilsa sneered. "However, on to business! "

Gina didn't know how to react. She had never been called to the principal's office before. She had a lump of fear in her stomach, and a throbbing pain between her legs.

"As I said, piercings are not allowed at school, as you well know. I light of recent events, I'd say there is probable cause for a full inspection wouldn't you say?" Ilsa could feel her nipples stiffen as she spoke. Oh, how she enjoyed this! "Strip, and be quick about it!"

Gina obeyed with tear-filled eyes. With shivering fingers, she let her skirt fall to the floor, unbuttoned her shirt and unhooked the bra. And thus, Gina stood completely naked before Ilsa.

Ilsa got up from her chair and inspected the flat-chested girl. She squeezed Gina's tiny, milky white breasts and pinched her microscopic pink nipples. Gina moaned, from pain, from humiliation and in part due to a little bit of arousal.

Ilsa positioned herself behind Gina's back, put her hands on Gina's shoulders and whispered in her ear. "Lean forward, little girl. Spread your legs. I believe a cavity search is in order... "