The Principal's Office
Synopsis: Miles made a huge mistake when he dropped his pants and exposed himself to a girl in class. Now he has to explain himself to the Principal from Hell: The 'Dragonbitch'.
Key words: woman/boy, preteen, femdom
WARNING: This work of fiction contains sexual activities between an adult woman and a minor. If this material offends you, please leave.
"Eeeek!" Lana's screech bounced off the walls of the busy classroom, silencing everyone. "Mrs. Henderson! Miles is showing his gross thing!"
They grey-haired teacher put down little Kayla's mess of a macaroni necklace and heaved herself off the chair, not enjoying all the extra standing and walking she was being forced to do that day. What is that little shit up to now?
She looked over the little sea of heads to the back of the classroom, where Lana stood shielding herself with a chair. In front of her, with his untucked shirt and stupid, buck-toothed grin, was the new kid: Miles Granger. His hand was down at his crotch, and his pants were partially lowered. Poking out from between his fingers was a thick, flesh-colored worm.
No. He's stuck one of the plastic food props in his pants. There's no way he would... But then the boy placed his hands on either side of his hips and wiggled from side to side. From the way it moved, there was no mistaking it: that was his cock. His erect cock.
"Right!" Mrs. Henderson bellowed, the heat suddenly rising around her neck. She stormed over to the back of the room, causing toys to bounce and children to gasp. It wasn't every day they saw Mrs. Henderson get really mad.
She stepped in front of Lana, and Miles stopped his little show. His dick jiggled a bit before coming to a stop. My god, he even has his balls out, she realized.
Without even waiting for the boy to put his junk away, Mrs. Henderson grabbed him roughly by the arm and dragged him out of the classroom.
Shutting the door behind her, she heard the sudden eruption of laughter break through among the kiddies. Miles himself chortled under his breath, making Mrs. Henderson's face go brightly red.
"You think this is funny? Never in my thirty years as a teacher has a child been so...disruptive on his first day. The Principal won't be happy to see you, young man, you can be sure of that."
That wiped the smile off Miles's face.
"Oh yes, we're paying Principal Dragovich a visit. I can only imagine what she'll do when she hears that one of her students was exposing his wicked self to other children.
Mrs. Henderson knew what nickname the kids gave their principal: The Dragon Bitch. And as disrespectful as it was, she couldn't deny its aptness. In the last five years, Dragovich had instilled a godly fear on the school grounds that no other principal had in decades. Mrs. Henderson thought back to their previous principal, Mr. Roberts; a weedy, sniffling little man who would sooner sing to the children than deal out discipline. She thanked the Lord those days were over. What little bastards like this Miles kid needed was a firm hand, not a pat on the back.
Just as they turned a corner and walked down a narrow corridor of doors, Mrs. Henderson saw a fifth-grader scurry out of the Principal's office at the end, red-faced and tears streaming down her face. She knew the girl: Taylor Knoll -- otherwise known as Taylor Knuckles, since she had a reputation for resolving all of her dispute with well-worn fists. But one look into Taylor's eyes as she passed by said it all: her fighting days were likely over.
This would be perfect.
She felt Miles's body stiffen the closer they got to the door. His eyes were filled with terror. He tried to utter something -- an apology, a promise to never do it again -- but it was too little too late. He needed to be taught a lesson, and the Dragon Bitch was just the person to do it.
She rapped on the door.
"Come in," said a voice inside.
"It's unfortunate that this young man had to be brought to me on his very first day at this school," the Principal commented. She stood behind her desk, her hands behind the back of her fitted gray buttoned jacket. Her long legs in black stockings stood together beneath a grey pencil skirt. She had silken dark brown hair tied in a bun. Her full lips were painted a bloody red, and she wore a light layer of foundation on her high cheekbones.
And then there were her eyes. Miles had never seen eyes like hers. They looked like the eyes of a wicked queen from a storybook: silver, with a faint dark blue outlining the iris. Her pupils stood out in the center like black dots of death.
"I was just telling him the same thing, Principal. He clearly does not understand the expectations here at White Hills Elementary. I say the earlier you set him straight, the better."
Dragovich gave the slightest nod. "I agree. But what exactly was it that he did? Fight with a peer? Break a window?"
"Not quite." Some of the strength was gone from Mrs. Henderson's voice. She clearly was not comfortable reporting exactly what Miles had done. "He... he... exposed himself to one of his fellow students."
Principal Dragovich's eyes widened like two boiled eggs, darting from teacher to student. "And how is the other child?"
Mrs. Henderson sighed. "She complained. But beyond that, I'm afraid I didn't see. As soon as I realized what was going on I acted, taking the boy out of the room and bringing him straight here. I didn't think to... oh, that poor girl!"
"It's alright, Mrs. Henderson. You responded most appropriately. I think you would do well to return to class and make sure the girl is alright. Who was it?"
"Lana McKenzie."
Principal Dragovich tut-tutted. "A sweet child." She cast her frigid gaze to Miles, who sat on his hands and felt the remorse bubbling like hot iron in his belly. "You just leave this one to me. I'll send back what's left of him."
Mrs. Henderson nodded, throwing a smug look to her student. "Yes, thank you, Principal Dragovich."
"If there is anyone waiting for me outside, let them know I will not be disturbed for the next twenty minutes.
"I will. I will make that very clear to them." And with that, Miles's teacher left the room.
The world suddenly grew very quiet. The click of the door closing was like a gun being cocked.
Principal Dragovich walked methodically around her desk and sat down. She steepled her hands in front of her. Her eyes pierced into Miles's. The boy felt about ready to wet himself.
Her nostril flared as she exhaled. Miles swore he felt hot, fiery air brush his hand.
"Show me what you did to that girl."
The knot in Miles's stomach tightened further. His voice caught in his throat. The spot where his butt was sitting suddenly felt much hotter. He didn't move a muscle.
"Are you deaf?"
He shook his head.
"Are you deaf?"
"No! I mean, no, Principal Dragovich."
"The do you insist on making me repeat myself?" Her voice was like a firestorm rushing over a dry brush. "I will allow you one more chance: Show me what you did to that girl."
"I took out my dick and I showed it to her. And I wiggled it around." It was all he could bring himself to do. Surely she didn't actually mean for him to--
Principal Dragovich's chair scraped harshly against the ground as she pushed back, ready to stand up and, it seemed, lunge at the boy. Miles eeped! and jumped off his chair, pulled down the front of his shorts and let his penis hang there for the Principal to see.
That stopped her dead in her tracks. He felt her arctic gaze spear his cock. "And?" she said without taking her eyes off it.
"Oh!" Miles then did a little dance, like the one he had done in front of Lana.
"Is that all? Is this exactly what the little girl saw?" There was poison tipped in her question, which made Miles's heart race. He didn't know what else she wanted. "Think carefully before you respond, young man."
Miles stopped, and so did his flailing penis. His breath was coming hard. What else could he say or do? He could lie and say he had sung a song. Or that he had dared her to touch it. But she would know. All kids knew one adult who could smell a liar, and crushed them accordingly. Such was the Dragon Bitch.
And then he remembered.
"I-It was different. M-m-my dick was h-harder. I-I can't make that happen now, Principal Dragovich."
He flinched, expecting another verbal assault. But instead, the Principal nodded. He now suspected that she had known all along, and had simply been testing him.
"Thank you for your honesty, young man. You may sit down."
Miles breathed out, pulling his shorts back over his junk and sitting back onto the chair.
"Did I say you could put your pants on?"
"Eep!" Miles quickly tugged the front of his shorts back down, his heart suddenly beating at its full rate again. He looked like a right tit sitting there in the small leather-padded chair with his cock out, but come hell or high water he was not going to incur this woman's wrath. Just listen and do what she says.
The room was silent again. The tick-tock-tick-tock of the clock became unbearable, counting down towards his doom.
Finally, she broke the silence by walking over to a steel cabinet and dragging it open. The drawer squealed, making Miles flinch again. "Let me introduce you to a little friend."
He only caught a brief glance of what was inside, but he thought he saw a leather strap in there. He tried not to whimper, his mind suddenly conjuring up images of the Dragon Bitch whipping the back of his hand, just like Grandpa said they used to do back 'in the good ol' days'.
Needless to say, he was about ready to mess himself.
But what she pulled out a little pink ball of fuzz.
When the Principal returned, she propped herself onto the edge of her desk in front of where Miles was sitting.
"I just saw a girl who pushed one of her peers head-first into the drinking fountain, cutting his front tooth. A terrible thing to do. I will not tolerate that kind of behavior in my school; not for a moment. But you..."
Did he... did he see anger leaving her face?
"I want you to meet Miss Kitty." She lifted the ball of fuzz, revealing a furry pink hand puppet. It was a little cat, with pointy ears and felt, almond-shaped eyes. It had little wire whiskers and a black, shiny nose. Its belly and paws were a creamy color, and made of a smooth, less furry material. "Don't just sit there, say hello to Miss Kitty."
"H-hello, Miss Kitty."
The cat puppet bowed theatrically. "Miss Kitty is a very understanding puppet, Miles. She understands what little boys like you go through. She knows that you didn't mean to hurt Lana, you were just having a little problem with your cock there." Her voice was soft, but it suddenly hardened for the next two words: "Weren't you?"
"N-no! I mean... That's right, I didn't want to hurt her, Principal Dragovich."
"I didn't think so. Now, young man, did you see how Lana reacted when you took your cock out and showed her? What did she do?"
"She screamed. She didn't like it."
"That's right. So do you think it was a good idea to show little Lana your dirty little cock?"
"No."
"Will you EVER show her your cock again? Or take it out in class or anywhere else where people can see?"
"No, Principal Dragovich."
"I'm pleased to hear that. You're not as dim as I'd thought." She then smirked. "But do you know who does like seeing boys' cocks?"
Miles stared at her and slowly shook his head. The principal motioned towards her puppet, who waved one paw seductively.
"Miss Kitty loves little boys' cocks. Do you know why? Because she thinks they look like mice. And Miss Kitty loves playing with mice, oh yes she does." The blood-red corners of the principal's lips rose to a wicked smile. "Now, you said your cock was hard when you showed Lana, correct?"
"Y-yes."
"Well I'm not sure I believe you. How can a penis get hard? It looks really small and soft to me. I think only a little liar would say something like that."
Before he could deny it, Miss Kitty rose and 'whispered' something in Dragovich's ear. She nodded once, and then twice. "Oh, I see! Well Miles, you're in luck, because Miss Kitty here says she can show me how your penis gets big and hard. You better hope she succeeds, or else I'm going to assume you're a dirty little liar and punish you accordingly."
Miles gulped. Dragovich and her kitty hand puppet slid off the desk and knelt on the floor in front of his chair. With her free hand, the principal tugged Miles's shorts down further until they were down to his ankles. He was positively alarmed that his wiener didn't at all look like it was ready to get hard. Truth be told, he didn't really understand how it got hard -- it just did. Sometimes he would wake up in the morning and there it would be hard, as a rock. Sometimes it would happen when his mom gave him a bath (and she would always laugh and say how proud she was of him). Sometimes it just happened for no reason at all. It was all a huge, funny mystery to him. At least, it had been funny until he had been sent to the evil Principal's office for it.
Dragovich pulled out what looked like a big clear bottle from under her desk. She popped the lid open with one hand and held it over his bare crotch. "Now you just sit still. Don't even think about moving." She gave the bottle a squeeze, and a string of clear ooze dribbled out. It landed coldly on his balls, making him flinch. She let about a tablespoon of it drip over him before she popped the lid back on and used her free hand to massage it all over, from tip to taint.
"There, now it's nice and smooth, just how Miss Kitty likes it." The hand puppet then leaned in and wrapped its little paws around Miles's soft shaft. The principal made some gentle purring noises as the puppet slid its soft body up and down. She even mimed licking the tip of the penis with the cat's little felt tongue.
Miles held his breath, completely at a loss. But true to her word, Miss Kitty was indeed making his dick harder.
"Oh my, it looks like you were telling the truth after all," Principal Dragovich said. "Can you say thank you to Miss Kitty for proving that you're not a dirty little liar?"
"Thank you Miss Kitty."
Dragovich's ice-shard eyes suddenly pierced his.
"...f-for showing Principal Dragovich that I'm not a liar."
"Do you like how this feels, young man?"
He wouldn't dare lie. "Yes, Principal Dragovich. Thank you."
"Don't thank me..." She motioned towards the puppet.
"Thank you, Miss Kitty."
The puppet built up speed, its little body clasping Miles's hard penis tightly as it moved up and down, faster and faster. He started to feel really weird, a bit like when he had to go pee but not exactly...
Principal Dragovich's breathing increased with his. Her hot breath fell on his knee, and her crystalline eyes were staring directly into his. There was intensity there, but not anger.
Between breaths, Principal Dragovich whispered, "Do you know why else Miss Kitty likes playing with little boys' penises?"
"Uh...uh..." he started moaning; a powerful feeling bubbling up from his testicles and shaft. "I... don't... know... Principal... Dragovich..."
"You don't know what happens when you play with a little boy's penis? When you rub it over and over and over again until it feels really, really good?"
"No..." he moaned once more, feeling heat begin to spread throughout his body. Pressure was building. Pleasure was mounting. He wanted to tell her to stop, to leave his dick alone because something weird was about to happen. But the words wouldn't come out -- he was paralyzed with the fear of disobeying the Dragon Bitch and the pleasure of what she was doing to him.
"Well you see, when you play with a little boy's cock, and it starts to feel really, really, really good, and it gets so big and hard that it feels like it's going to explode, that little boy's penis will..."
"Ooooh!!" Miles let out a loud groan and thrust his hips right into the puppet's face.
His eyes were closed, but he could feel himself peeing all over Miss Kitty. It felt incredible, amazing, exhilarating, like someone had just told him he could have Christmas every day for a year.
And when he opened his eyes, his heart nearly burst at the sight of the principal's cat puppet drenched in what looked like thick, sticky white fluid.
"Ahem, as I was saying before you so rudely interrupted: The little boy's penis will shoot a great big load of milk."
Miles's heart was beating like a racehorse. His breaths were coming out so hard and deep and fast that he felt like he had just run a marathon. He also felt oddly like the winner.
"Principal Dragovich, I didn't mean to! I didn't know I was going to pee! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry!"
"Be quiet, young man." The principal made the cat puppet lick and rub at its face where the white stuff had drenched her. "If you were listening, I was saying that rubbing the penis makes it shoot milk. And as I'm sure you already know, cats love milk. So stop apologizing; Miss Kitty got exactly what she wanted.
After a few minutes of wiping himself down with tissues, Miles's crotch and legs were clear of the white stuff that Principal Dragovich called "milk." The principal placed Miss Kitty gently into a plastic bag which she then slipped into her handbag.
When Miles was clean (or as clean as he could make himself) he pulled his shorts back up and sat patiently on the chair, waiting for the next part of his "punishment".
Dragovich took her seat behind the desk and steepled her hands again.
"So. What have you learned in our little meeting today?"
"Um... cats like milk?"
Her eyes narrowed.
"I mean, that I can't get my dick out in front of people. They don't like it, and it will make them angry."
"That's right. But remember, Miss Kitty likes it, and if you ever have that problem again where your cock is hard and full of milk, you should come immediately to my office and Miss Kitty will take care of it. Understood?"
He nodded. "Yes, Principal Dragovich."
"If I ever hear about you getting your cock out in front of other students again, you will be back in this office, but it won't be for Miss Kitty."
Miles remembered the look on Tyler Knolls' face after she left the office, and the tightness returned in his stomach. "I understand."
"In that case, you may return to class."
He stood up to go, but was halted by her commanding voice again. "One more thing. Turn around."
He obeyed, and as he feared, he has to face those piercing eyes once again. It was incredible how just one look could fill him with the most uncomfortable feeling ever -- the total opposite of what Miss Kitty had made him feel before.
"Will you be telling anybody about Miss Kitty and what we did here today?"
His response was automatic. "No, Principal Dragovich."
"Will you tell Mrs. Henderson?"
"No Principal Dragovich."
"Will you tell any of your friends?"
"No Principal Dragovich."
"Will you tell your mom or dad?"
He stopped short. He knew the right thing to do -- he told his folks everything. That was the rule. And as he thought about it, he knew that this was the type of thing they would really want to know about...
But then her eyes caught him again -- that dark gaze that promised all sorts of unimaginable things if he so dared to displease her.
"N-No Principal Dragovich."
This seemed to satisfy her. Her eyes softened, and for the briefest moment, it looked like they were smiling, even if her mouth wasn't.
"Done. You may return to class now, boy."
Back to story index