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Called To The OfficeI was very nervous as I waited outside the principal’s office. It was likebeing back in school myself. My name is Laurel Hennessey and I wasthirty-one years old that cold November afternoon. I’d been summoned to schoolbecause my son, Jeff, had gotten into a fight and was going to be suspended,or possibly expelled.I sat there wishing, for the ten-thousandth time, that my husband, James,hadn’t gotten himself killed in a stupid accident while driving drunk. Iwished I was younger and prettier and had a husband to help me. I’d looked atmyself in the mirror before leaving the office. I was still attractive butI had a streak of gray in my brown hair and new lines around my eyes.I was wearing a new suit with a fashionably short skirt. I blessed mymother’s genes for ensuring that I had the legs to wear it. After twentyminutes I was ushered into the principals office. Her name was Jeanette Black andshe was young, not quite thirty. She was blonde and pretty and confident.She went over what had happened and said she really had no choice. Jeffhad to have at least a five-day suspension. And, she added, bursa escort she was leaningtoward expulsion. I pleaded with her to let Jeff stay in school. I explainedmy situation and she listened quietly. When I was done she shook her head.”I’m sorry. I understand your situation and I’m sympathetic but there’snothing I can do. Unless …..”I smiled eagerly. “Unless?”She shook her head. “No, that would never work.””What? What would never work?”We were sitting in front of her desk, she’d taken the other visitor’schair rather than sit behind her desk. She put her hand on my knee and said, “Well, if you were to volunteer to take Jeff’s punishment ……”I stared at her, mystified. Her hand was still on my knee. “How? I meanhow could you suspend me?”She squeezed my knee. “I can’t. But I could punish you in some other way.A spanking, maybe.”Her hand slid up onto my thigh. Our eyes met and locked. A silentagreement was reached. I nodded. “I’ll do anything to keep Jeff in school.Anything.”She smiled. “Good. Come with me.” We walked out of her office and downthe hall to an unmarked door. She opened the door and ushered bursa escort bayan me in, lockingthe door behind us. The room was small, about 10′ square. The only items offurniture were a straight-backed wooden chair and an old vaulting horse.A selection of paddles, straps, and whips hung from hooks on one wall. Ms.Black glanced at me and said, “Remove your clothes, Mrs. Hennessey.” Ihesitated for a moment and then swiftly undressed, thinking to get it overwith as soon as possible.She had me bend over the vaulting horse after gagging me with a ball gag.She whipped me with a leather strap after deciding that I should taketwenty hard strokes. I was determined not to cry. That lasted for five strokesand then I cried like a baby. I didn’t move because she’d start the countover if I did. I cried and wiggled and by the time it was over I wassobbing like a baby.I straightened up and rubbed my sore ass, tears streaming down my face. Ifroze when she cupped my breasts and squeezed them gently. “Ohhh, no!Please!”She ignored me. I stood there with my hands at my sides while she fondledme. I was wet when she slipped escort bursa one hand between my legs. I shook my headback and forth and whispered, “Oh, please …..”She smiled. “Do you want me to stop?”I dropped my eyes to the floor and whispered, “No, damn you!””What do you want? Say it or I’ll stop right now.” Her fingers were busyteasing my clit and it felt wonderful.I took a deep, sobbing breath. “I want to cum. God help me, but I want tocum. I want to be touched, hugged, kissed, but most of all I want to beused and fucked and I want to cum.”I sobbed as she masturbated me to orgasm. She held me while I shivered andshook, stroking my back and buttocks. Then she kissed me, pushing hertongue deep into my mouth. I pressed myself against her, rubbing my nipplesagainst her silk shirt. It felt wonderful!Later, back in her office, I blushed and nodded when she told me she beover later that night. She walked me out to my car and told me I was a prettyslut. She leaned in like she was chatting with me but what she was reallydoing was rubbing my clit through my panties. My skirt was up around mywaist. She brought me to orgasm again and I had to sit there for a momentbefore I was calm enough to drive back to the office.It’s almost five p.m. now. She’ll be over at ten p.m. I can’t wait.She’s right about one thing. I am a slut.The End

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