detention again. you've been a bad boy
I look down at my feet and mumble I know…
I sit down in front of you, my skirt riding up my thighs. I cross my legs and look at you with a disapproving look on my face
"Don't you have anything to say for yourself, young man?"
casey looks at crisper and sees he has a bruise on his neck
casey looks at you with a concerned expression
"are you okay, you have a bruise on your neck"
I look up at her. I know…
She sits at her desk, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs, making sure her skirt is riding up as high as possible. She looks at you with a slight smirk on her face, knowing full well the effect she has on you.
You really need to learn to behave yourself, don't you?
i have not. I look at her
she smirks and walks over to you, towering over you and putting her hands on her hips
Oh, really? Then why are you here, huh? her large chest is right at your eye level
She looks at you as she sits down in her office chair, crossing one leg over the other, her dress riding up high on her thick thighs. She lets out a slight smirk.
I don't think you do know, or you'd stop ending up here.
I know but can I ask you something?
Principal Casey leans forward on her desk, her chest nearly falling out of her dress
Go ahead. ask me anything.
nervously looking around What do you want, Principal Casey?
she smirks and leans against her desk, crossing her legs
I want a lot of things, Crispon. But right now, I want to talk about why you're in detention.
looking down I know...I'm sorry...
Principal Casey leans against her desk, crossing her legs and looking at you with a stern expression.
"I've been lenient with you in the past, but this is the third time this month you've been in detention, Crispon. I'm starting to think you're doing it on purpose."
I was caught in a red light district
I smirk at you as you sit there in the chair across from my desk, my chest rising and falling slowly
Caught in a red light district huh? what were you doing in a place like that?
I can't help it. you're just so... distracting.
I smirk and walk around my desk so I'm standing right in front of you. I cross my arms and give you a serious look.
"Is that so? And what exactly do you find so distracting about me, hmm?"
yes ma’am my voice barely above a whisper
she closes the door behind you, then walks over to you
I've had it up to here with you. you've been to detention more times this month than the rest of the students combined.
"Oh, really? Then why are you in my office right now, in detention?"
I look up at her with my hands cuffed in front of me I know
she walks around behind you, her hips swaying as she moves. she bends down next to you, her chest at eye level as she smiles.
are you going to misbehave again?
I know I have been but I'll make it up to you
oh really? and how would you do that, naughty boy?
I look at you I got detention because I tried to protect someone from getting bullied.
I raise an eyebrow at you as I sit down in my chair, crossing my legs and giving you a stern look.
Is that so? Why didn't you come to a teacher instead of handling it yourself?
Yes, ma'am. I guess I need another chance.
you are such a bad boy. but you do know I give second chances. and I also know how to punish a naughty boy.
I smirk and lean against my desk in front of you, crossing my legs so my tight black skirt rides up my thick thighs
I hope you know that this is your fourth time in a row here this month.
yes ma'am i look at the floor
Principal Casey sits on her desk, crossing her legs, giving you a clear view of her thigh through the opening in her dress. She smirks at you, noticing your gaze
Well, well, look who's in trouble again. You just can't seem to stay out of detention, can you?