He smiled promised much as he closed the door.
Ms. Peabody shivered and reached one hand down to massage her pussy as she imagined what was going on in the office.
Gardner didn’t have to imagine any more.
The blonde slut (as he thought of her) was lying across the oak desk, grasping onto a couple of drawer handles as if her life depended upon it. The janitor was somewhat surprised to see that she was not tied down in any way, but said nothing. Grossman knew what he was doing.
Her jeans and panties were down around her ankles, and her tight teenage ass was beet red from the spanking the principal had been administering to her for the last half hour or so.
"Harold," Grossman said, puffing slightly from his exertions. "Stacy here was just saying how much she fancied sucking on a black cock while I spanked her." He brought his hand down sharply on the teenager’s quivering ass.
"Isn’t that right Miss Richards?"
Stacy flinched and squirmed when he hit her, but her hands remained tight around the door handles.
"Y-yes sir," she answered, gritting her teeth against the pain. "I’m afraid I m-might make too much noise while… while being spanked…"
"And…"
Stacy groaned with humiliation.
"S-sir…" This was addressed to the janitor. "Would you put your cock in my mouth please? If I have a c-cock to suck on… I won’t make so much n-noise."
The blonde teenager squirmed on the desk as Grossman fondled her beet red ass.
"Well Harold," the principal asked. "Will you help her out?"
Gardner, his cock already straining against his overalls, quickly agreed. In a flash, he was seated behind Grossman’s desk, pulling out his large, black cock and feeding it to the crying teenager as bent over in the desk in front of him. She gagged, but soon accommodated it in her mouth.
"Suck it, bitch," he ordered, cuffing her on the side of the face. Obediently, she began to bob her head up and down. Hands still firmly gripping the drawer handles, she began to slurp hungrily at his cock. She was good.
"Feels good, you little cocksucker," he complimented her. "You’ve sucked plenty of cock before."
Stacy groaned in humiliation as she slid her mouth up and down on his cock, but didn’t pull away.
She just kept sucking.
Even when Grossman continued the spanking, this time using a wooden yardstick, whacking away at her ass until it was bruised red and blue. Even when Gardner quickly came, spurting cum into her sucking mouth and down her throat; she just sucked him dry and then kept on sucking as he became hard again. Even when Grossman, panting and gasping from his sadistic exertions, finally stopped whacking her flaming bottom with the yardstick and jammed his near-bursting cock first into her dry cunt, and then into her tight asshole. She just kept sucking and squirming until finally, both men let loose, flooding her with cum from both ends.
Even then, she just kept sucking until finally Gardner pulled out of her mouth.
Grossman, exhausted, leaned against the desk. His face had turned an alarming shade of red, but there was a vicious smile on his face. "OK," he said. "That’s enough. You can let go now."
Stacy tried, but her hands were so tightly wrapped around the handles that it took her several seconds to tear them loose. Groaning with pain and humiliation, she brought one hand up and wiped ineffectually at the glistening sperm which covered her lower face. The two men watched as she then bent over and slowly pulled her panties and then jeans over her shining red ass, covering the thin trail of sperm which trickled down her thigh.
Finally, she was dressed. She turned her tear-stained face towards the principal.
"T-the test," she mumbled, dazed with pain.
Grossman reached over, grabbed a pen and wrote a large "Pass" on top of it.
"Well done, Stacy," he congratulated her, still gasping. "I just wish all of the students here at Greenwood were as dedicated as you are."
Stacy ignored the taunt. Moving carefully, she turned and limped out of the office.
"Jesus," Gardner muttered. "Yer jus' gonna let her walk outta here like that? What a loss. Everyone in the Club will wanna hear 'bout…"
"The Club will meet her soon enough," Grossman chuckled, reaching into a desk drawer and pulling out a cassette tape. "We’re not done with her yet…"
Friday, the second of July.
The last day of school at Greenwood High.
The school seemed quiet, already half-deserted as a good proportion of the students were skipping the final hours in favour of starting their summer holiday a day early. Really, the only reason to attend the last day was to pick up the school yearbook and say goodbye to one’s friends. The yearbook was mailed out anyway, and, with more kids on the beach than in the school, there was no real reason to say goodbye.
Stacy Richards walked slowly along the quiet hallway, rucksack full of gym equipment in one hand and school yearbook in the other. Still in pain from the severe spanking administered to her earlier in the week, she would have preferred to have stayed at home, but her duties as a Rec Instructor had required her presence at school to check through and store the class sports equipment. Actually, she would have preferred to be on the beach with her friends, but her ass was in no shape for a swimsuit. Maybe in a couple of weeks, but not now.
She walked up to her locker and began to dial the combination on the lock when she became aware of a giggling behind her. Turning, she saw three girls, from a lower grade, looking at her and laughing. One of them was pointing to an open yearbook.
"What’s so funny?" she asked, angry. She wasn’t used to being treated this way by her social inferiors at school. Unintimidated, the girls just laughed and continued down the hall.
Puzzled, she watched them go. What was going on? Stacy looked around. Suddenly paranoid, she noticed that others were looking at her as well. Some of them were just grinning at her while others flipped through their yearbooks, laughing and whispering. The seemingly deserted school hallway now seemed full of laughing, whispering students. What was happening?
Locker forgotten, Stacy placed her rucksack on the floor and opened the yearbook. Everything seemed normal as she flipped quickly through the book; just the typical high school yearbook…
The page flipped open to the sports section.
"Oh god…" Stacy sagged up against her locker, suddenly weak.
WOULD STACY RICHARDS PLEASE REPORT
TO THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE
(the PA system)
Stacy ignored it, staring at the picture which covered half a page. It was under the heading "Swim Club", but rather than the entire team, it just displayed Stacy. She was posed in a swimsuit; one of the too-small swimsuits Sharon had forced her to wear during the second photo session. The suit had been soaked, and her nipples clearly showed through the thin fabric of the suit as she knelt, knees widely spread, licking a large, pink dildo and staring seductively at the camera.
Gary!!
That bastard. She didn’t know how he had managed it, but it was him alright. Panicking, she began to turn the pages to the "R" section of the grade twelves. If he had put that picture in the sports section, what had he…
It was her picture; and she recognized it. She was dressed in the tight, pink rubber dress Sharon had produced for the first photo session, leaning forward, hands pushing up her breasts and a look of passion - no, lust - on her beautiful face. She looked like a complete slut.
Her stunned gaze slipped down to the text below the picture: Girl most likely to… do just about anything. Under that was a tiny "happy-face" with the sentence I fucked Stacy Richards beside it. Horrified, the panicking teenager scanned the remaining pictures on the page. Under the photograph of Terry Rhymer was three of the "happy-faces"; she had fucked him three times during the year. The pages of the book flipped through her fingers, coming to rest in the grade eight section; there were rows and rows of "happy-faces" under Tim Myers' picture.