EroticReverie

*commission*

I don't do what Mr. Cole tells me to. The next day I don't meet him in his office after school. 

As expected the very next day, on Friday I'm called to office first thing, only minutes into first period. 

"Geeze girl, what did you do?" my friend Ashley asks from beside me , teasing me. 

I laugh. "I don't know, guess I'll find out." I say and pick up my thing and exit the classroom and make my way to the principals office. 

"You can go right in." smiles the old secretary. I smile and nod and push past the little half door and walk past her desk and then down the hall to his office. 

I knock on the door frame and he looks up , pen in hand and his gaze falls over me. 

Today I wore a black dress, it was spaghetti straps, not part of the dress code, Because then boys could see our bra straps. But I wasn't wearing a bra. And the dress was skirting on the edge of being too short. I was wearing a pair of black flats and he had his eyes on them and then his gaze went back up.

"Close the door Fallon." he says calmly and I turn and close the door. 

"You may set your things down." he says and I set them on the small cabinet near the door and slip my purse off my shoulder and put it ontop of my books, then turn to face him. 

"You know that dress is against code Fallon." he says. I nod. 

His lips tighten. 

"And you wore it anyways?" he asks and I nod once. 

"Yes sir." I say quietly. 

"You didn't come to my office yesterday like I told you to." he says leaning back slightly in his chair.

"I told you I was busy." I reply and he licks his teeth, sucking them in irritation as he looks over me. 

"And I told you to cancel them." he says. 

"I know." I say. "I'm sorry." 

I wasn't really and he knew it. 

"Are you wearing a bra today Fallon?" he asks, cocking his head. 

I shake my head. 

"Panties?" he asks and I shake my head. His nostrils flare. 

"Lift your dress and show me Fallon." he says his voice is deep and dark and I lower my hand to the hem and draw it up from the front in the middle and lift it to my belly and watch his reaction as his eyes follow the dress and then land on my bare pussy. 

He shifts in his seat. 

"What if one of the boys were to see up your dress Fallon?" he asks. 

I shrug.

"I assume they'd enjoy what they see." I say adding a bit of snark to my reply. 

"You're not funny Fallon." he says. 

"Two years of you coming here, and you're still defiant, still misbehave, you're still....a bad girl." he says sitting up straight and then standing. 

I swallow hard, because I've loved him calling me that. 

"Why are you such a bad girl Fallon?" was one of the first questions he asked me after my parents never showed to the meeting with him. 

It got me attention, and it got me his specifically. It wasn't what I'd aimed for originally, but once I knew Mr. Cole had a thing for bad school girls. I aimed to be the worst. 

"I wouldn't still be coming to be punished if I were a good one." I reply, his brow lifting. 

"Have you enjoyed your punishments over the years?" he asks. 

I nod. 

"Do you have any confessions for me today?" he asks. 

I think for a moment. 

"I smoked before school today." I tell him, which is true but I only took a few hits. I was just lightly buzzed. 

"What did I tell you about doing drugs Fallon?" he asks. 

"Not to do them." I answer.

"but yet...you did. Defying me twice so far. Anything else?" he asks. 

"I sent nude pictures to Declan." I answer. 

Declan was a guy I dated briefly this year, for a few months. He cheated on me. And now cheats on his new girlfriend with me. Mr. Cole is aware of this, aware of every single thing that goes on in my life and between my legs. 

"What kind of nude pictures?" he asks. 

"Would you like to see them?" I ask, cocking my head. 

His nostrils flare. 

"Get your phone." he says and I smile slightly and drop my dress from my hand finally and then turn and fish my phone from my purse. 

"Bring it to me." he says and I do, unlocking it and handing it to him. 

My phone includes several selfies, several pictures of me in lingerie, or naked, in various poses, and there's even a few videos I've taken recently while sucking off Declan and his friend Archie. 

He taps and scrolls as I stand on the other side of the desk. 

"You didn't tell me you took videos of yourself with those boys." he says. 

"You didn't ask." I reply and he lifts his eyes to me. 

"Your confessions are expected to be complete. Recording yourself...and not only that...but recording yourself underage...is against the law." he says and I lick my lips. 

"So is what we did on Wednesday. "I say and his jaw ticks. 

"You were basically eighteen." he says. 

I shrug. "But I wasnt." 

He goes back into my phone I watch him, knowing he'll delete them himself this time. 

In the past I've told him of nudes I sent, and videos I made. He always told me the same thing, that I was too young to be doing that, and made me delete them. He'd never asked to those though. Because I was a minor. Not that his grooming me for two fucking years didn't count as some kind of fucked up shit, that was probably somehow criminal. At least morally I knew it was. 

I wait a few minutes and then he sets the phone down and pushes it back over the desk. 

"Put it away." he says. 

I walk over to my purse and put my phone back and he walks around the desk and then points to the floor in front of him, I walk over and stand there. Looking up at him, feeling my heart race. 

I was afraid of what I'd do when I graduated. Where would I get my reprimanding from? Who would punish me and tell me I was a bad girl?

Would Mr. Cole want me when I wasn't a school girl anymore? Did his perversions on extend to underage or barely legal students? 

"What's my punishment today Mr. Cole?" I ask, blinking slowly up at him. 

A slow smirk spreads across his face and I swallow, wondering what he has in store for me. More sex? More mundane punishments that just make me his slave or maid? 

"Your punishment will be saved for Wednesday next week. " he says and I blink, my heart dropping. He smirks seeing the disappointment on my face. 

"Today....will be your birthday present." he says and I feel a smile start to spread across my face. 

"What is it?" I ask. 

"Sit down." he says and I nod and step back, eyes staying on him till I feel the soft cushioned chair at my legs and then reach for the arm rests and guide my ass into the seat. 

"Show me your cunt." he says and I blink, my heart beat racing as I spread my legs for him, so excited, so turned on that we finally get to do this with each other. I'd waited fucking years for this kind of relationship with Mr. Cole. Being his bad girl, and his dirty girl too. 

I pull up the front of my dress as my legs spread, and I scoot my ass to the edge of the chair and open them wider.

"why are you already wet Fallon?" he asks leaning against his desk, resting his ass on it slightly and crossing his arms as he examines my displayed cunt. 

"I get turned on in your office sir." I answer and watch him take a deep inhale dropping his arms and resting his hands on the edge of his desk gripping it. 

"Do you think you should be getting turned on in your principals office Fallon?" he asks and I shake my head. 

"Spread your pussy open." he says and I reach down, using both hands and spread my lips, my aching cunt throbbing.  I enjoyed him staring at my cunt more than I did guys my age actually fucking it.  It was hot and wrong, and made it so fucking wet and needy. 

"You have a beautiful cunt." he says and I lick my lips. 

"Thank you Mr. Cole." I answer. 

"do you like showing it to me?" he asks and I nod.

"Do you want to finger it for me?" he asks. 

"Id rather you did that." I answer and his knuckles go white. His cock is growing in his pants. 

"Please." I say softly. 

I watch as he walks over. 

"Is that what you want for your birthday? My fingers inside of you?" he asks and I nod. 

He leans down , putting one hand on the arm rest, the other hand falling between my legs and along my thigh and I shiver. 

He shakes his head as I shiver and whimper when his middle finger slides up my slit and back down and then into me, pushing all the way in, to his knuckle and I can feel the tension, the fucking sexual tension, how bad he wants me again, how bad I want him again. 

"I'm such a bad girl" I whimper and he groans. His finger slides out and he looks down, finding his finger soaked and he pairs it with another and slides those in next. 

"Yes you are Fallon...a very...very...bad girl" he says as those two fingers slowly pumping in and out of me, my pussy dripping wet as my principal fingers me slowly, pumping me again and again as he brings his face to mine. 

"Bad little girl" he says through gritted teeth. 

"You're so wet Fallon....so fucking wet...." he groans and I moan and nod.

"uh huh" I whimper as his fingers come out and he slowly lowers himself and I gasp inwardly realizing what he's most likely about to do. 

He makes me lift my legs, and then hang over the arm rests of the chair, spread wide for him and he rubs the back of my thighs as he studies my cunt, observing it. 

"Bad little birthday girl.." he says and his hands slide down and his thumbs slip near my pussy and he pulls me open slowly, stretching my lips apart and I whimper. 

"Now, if my bad girl wants her birthday gift....she's going to need to be a good girl for once.....and I need her to stay quiet while I make love to her little pussy with my mouth."