Smoking the Whole Carton

Her nipples hardened under the cool air of the administrative office, and her knuckles felt tight as they fought her will to closer her top back up.

His expression darkened literally and figuratively as he dipped his chin to look down on her. “It's so much worse than I thought... no, this is... how... dare you?” Wendy flinched as Principal Black suddenly moved, but he did not approach; instead, he paced around her counter-clockwise, circling her like an angry shark. “Whatever your intentions with this brazen act of indecency, Ms. Peppernickel, you can rest assured that I will not be bullied or blackmailed.”

Wendy struggled to lower her shirt, but apparently the reciprocal flashing wasn't over just yet. She even turned to make sure he could see the damned things! “I-I can't control this, Mr. Black, I mean it-!”

“You will learn to control it then. I mean really, soliciting an administrator? I won't even mention the few violations worse than this! I'm afraid you must be punished appropriately.”

As Wendy finally got control back enough to turn away from the large man, she did so... and instantly regretted it. His big, meaty hand clamped down on the back of her neck and, with a brutal, awful shove, the petite senior was half-pushed, half-carried forward until she was sent face-first, face-down onto the principal's fine desk. Her body knocked over picture frames and pens as he pinned her head to the wood, its cool surface pressing against her nipples as she was suddenly unable to cover them back up. Her sweat streaked on the polished surface as she struggled to get up... and her sweat felt suddenly cold as she felt the man's huge, thick fingers loop into the hem of her skirt and panties. She wasn't supposed to lose those panties for at least another hour, but with a quick tug Wendy could suddenly feel the cool air conditioning on the building sweat in every cranny of her pelvic area.

Panic sprung into her throat as she finally realized she was being undressed further as a punishment for flashing the huge man. When she had read Headmaster's Attention, Wendy had guessed something out of a movie, like a ruler across the fingers or **** labor... not whatever this was. Buried in her consciousness, an old, child memory suddenly flashed before her eyes: her father giving her a firm spanking for disassembling an old television they had, his hand pinning her to his thighs while her bare butt was struck with the other, meaty paw of her giant patriarch. With that panic-inducing memory, Wendy squirmed to try and escape the firm, heavy grasp of the man handling her. Feeling the futility of resisting her attacker physically, Wendy engaged her next best defensive mechanism, one that serves her well enough on the chess board:

Confrontation. “Mr. Black, this is... highly inappropriate! You're undressing... a female student!” Wendy feels the grip ease on the back of her neck. Had she reached through to him? She pressed the attack, eager to take advantage of him losing his footing, paying almost no mind now to the fact that her labia might be visible to another. “I'm not... soliciting anything, I have no control over this, but you do!” That's right: this kind of behavior, it must be... it must be control, or consciousness of who he is in this grand experiment, but if she had already reached him then she just had to keep pushing, to make him snap out of the hypnosis everyone else seemed to be under! “You don't have to listen to them, you don't have to be a puppet for their experiments! Please, let me go, together we can-”

Zip. “There we are.”

The heroic speech was cut short as she heard the sound of a zipper being violently tugged downward... but her outfit doesn't have any zippers. The only thing with a zipper that could be nearby was... well, a bag of pencils, or a really nice binder with a compartment, or... as the clothes rustling seem to indicate... the principal's pants.

The principal had unzipped his pants.

Wendy was bent over, naked, and the principal behind her and had just unzipped his pants.

Why would he unzip his pants?

The grip tightened on her neck as she tried to raise up against it. “It's hard enough to get it out with one hand, Ms. Peppernickel, do not worsen your punishment by also trying to fight me while you are being disciplined!”

Wendy's hope shrunk as she realized she had not been winning him over, but that his grip had only softened because he was distracted. “W-W-W-W-Why are you... what are you doing?!”

“Have you ever heard of 'smoking the whole carton,' Ms. Peppernickel? Ms. Hatts often champions such outdated methods, but I think for you... yes, yes, such old ways may prove the best means to straighten you out. If you want to be a wanton little slut in my school, then I'll teach you what such behavior gets you.” She suddenly felt the sensation of something like a small arm rest against the crack of her bared ass. But she knew it could not be his giant arm... and besides, one hand was holding her neck, and the other was just unzipping his-

Oh God. The aliens, the conspiracies, the chess moves... all melted away as Wendy realized what that turgid rod of flesh sitting atop her **** crotch and ass must be. She was going to be... no, her mind couldn't dare suggest it. Her composure shattered. In breaths made ragged with sobs, Wendy begged, “P-Please... please don't... Mr. Black, please!”

“We're long past that, Ms. Peppernickel. Your grades are no ticket out of this punishment, disappointing as it is to see such a...” The meat against her cheeks glides on her sweat with a single, threatening pump. A fleshy sack--_oh no, his testicles, no-!_-- taps her labia as he revels in her flesh. “... prodigy fall so fast.” Wendy whimpered as she listened and struggled to try and push herself up from the table with her scrawny arms. Her inner-thoughts came screaming again through the panic: grade... punishment... Punishment Grade. More subliminal messaging, more taunting from her enemy, the damned aliens, the creators of the app that-

... yes, the app.

The app that could let her remove a punishment with a single win.

The app that could make Mr. Black snap back into his old personality, his old morals... and away from this terrible fate!

“M-Mr. Black, please... before you... please, let me use my phone!”

The administrator snorted as he enjoyed another glide along her crack, the meat being gently pushed in to feel her tiny cheeks hug it. “You would call someone, in the middle of being disciplined? This isn't a time out, child-”

“I-I just need... to check my phone, that's all! Please, just... just a few minutes!” Lie, Wendy, just lie! “My... my mom will get so worried if I don't let her know I got to school!”

The pumping, eager meat paused... just as she felt its head begin to journey down into her buttcrack. He really was going to penetrate her... he was really going to-

“Far be it from me to worry a concerned parent... certainly I'd like to talk to her today as well. Go on then,” he grumbled as he pulled away, “let her know you're here... in the principal's office and in big trouble.”

Wendy stood back up, trembling, as the huge man stepped away... and blocked the door with his body. Her panties and skirt sat in a pile around her ankles, and her bag, the damned phone hiding within it, just waited on the chair she once sat on. The entire scene felt too surreal to remember, and Wendy blinked stupidly at the bag before she realized... that she was saved. For a moment. For mere seconds, perhaps. But now he's expecting her to make a call... not tap away at some two-bit video game.

“Could I... please do it in the bathroom-?” Her words drifted off as she looked at the man... and then realized what she was seeing hanging from his crotch. The human penis is no mystery to her, thanks to her Health class, nor was it any mystery that they come in many sizes... but this colossal, veiny thing was something out of a cartoon, surely. She had to guess it was at least eight inches in length, but thicker than any human hole could be meant to accommodate and with a flared, hideous purple tip. He had even let his testicles hang out from his half-undid pants, now held at his waist with his left hand while he gently pumps and maintains his disciplinary erection with his right. They almost seemed swollen against the skin of his ballsack, well-suited for the colossal prick above them. That... thing almost went inside her, she realized with sudden horror.

“You can text her if you're worried about privacy,” the principal explained, hardly pausing his casual stroke. That he acknowledged "privacy" while jerking it in front of the student he had helped strip was too absurd for Wendy to not nervously laugh out loud in a high-pitched, terrified giggle. “Is this funny, Ms. Peppernickel?”

“Not at all!” With trembling hands, Wendy ignored her undress and quickly wrestled her bag to get her phone out. The phone unlocked to the main page... where somehow, the new app had already moved itself into the dead center, shoving her other icons around to accommodate it. Playing this... can look like texting, right? Right. With a trembling thumb, Wendy clicked the icon. Her phone was, thankfully, on vibrate as the colorful logo appeared and then rapidly vanished, replaced with the game interface and a tooltip.

Welcome back! You have just 4 hours and 25 minutes to earn bonus time! In that time, earn one second for every second you spend complimenting a man on his cock! Go for it, and press PLAY when you're ready! The game will start automatically in 4 hours and 25 minutes!

Wendy's wide eyes went from the prompt to the man holding one such cock in his hand. It was ready to be buttered up by her, a choice of words Wendy instantly regretted thinking about. Bonus time... time to solve that damned puzzle, a puzzle game she can barely even remember as anxiety wracks through her. She... she would need that bonus time, wouldn't she? If she failed this game again, he would **** her without hesitation... but if she started talking about his cock, wouldn't that make him angrier, possibly even taking her phone away? Then she couldn't even try to avoid...

Wendy's eyes stung as she started crying with hopeless fear. She inhaled as deep as she could to try and conquer the terror in heart, and again she thought to the ones controlling the situation... the aliens, or whatever they were... and the experiment. That's right: this is an experiment... one where they permit an "out" of these punishments. She can... she can win this game, she can delete the Headmaster’s Attention curse, and she might be released by the principal no longer driven by a want for corporeal punishment. She'd probably be suspended, right? A chance to stay at home, away from people giving her things. Yes... yes, it was a chance, she had to take it.

She had to try.