"Come in!"
Kelly was nervous. She had no idea why Mr Quincy wanted to see her, and the summons to the Deputy Principal hadn't given anything away: "Please report to Deputy Principal Quincy, 1pm. Excused classes." Her attendance record was good, she hadn't been ill. Was it something about her work this year? Math was kinda tricky just now, but nothing she couldn't handle...
She opened the door, peeked around. "You wanted to see me, Mr Quincy?"
"Yes, Kelly. Come in, close the door." Mr Quincy's tone gave nothing away; his young-middle-aged face was neutral. Kelly closed the door and moved to stand in front of his desk. She clasped her hands in front of her and chewed her lip a little as Mr Qunicy studied her over the top of his neat oval glasses. Finally he spoke.
"Well, Kelly. You know why you're here?"
The question startled her. She stumbled a little over her words. "No, Mikter... er, no Mr Quin --- Quincy," she replied, searching his face for some sort of clue. Nothing. He studied her a moment longer, then sighed as if in regret.
"Kelly, you do know you're in serious trouble? These are serious allegations, you're facing a real chance of expulsion, so don't play dumb, yes? That's not going to help anyone."
"But!" Kelly blurted. What? Allegations? Expulsion? Her insides did a slow somersault. The room seemed overly warm. Dizziness stole upon her, forcing her to lean against the small round meeting table just behind her. "What?" she managed. "What allegations?"
Mr Quincy sighed again; his face looked disappointed, although Kelly couldn't be sure if his eyes held the same emotion. His eyes seemed somehow to be enjoying Kelly's discomfiture.
"Kelly," he said, speaking slowly, rather softly. "A few days ago you were seen performing a sex act on a 13 year old male student in the second floor main boys' restroom. There are several witnesses, including a member of the janitorial staff. The boy has been interviewed; he claims it was your idea, that he didn't really want to do it but that you forced him. The witnesses back this up. Have you any comments you would like to make?"
"It's a lie, a lie! It's not true! I never did... Who? Who says so? I never did anything like that..!" Tears started in her eyes, tears of distress, of fear. Something was dreadfully wrong here. Someone was trying to get her into serious trouble. But why? What had she done?
"Kelly, you'll have to do better than that. The boy has witnesses, adult witnesses. This is a really serious matter. If we cannot resolve it then the school will have no choice but to expel you, and probably call in the police as well."
Police? Kelly sagged against the table, her hands trembling, tears beginning to trickle down her cheeks. Mr Quincy's voice seemed to be coming from a long way away.
"I would rather resolve this within the school, right here and now. Would you rather we resolved it here, Kelly? It's either that or I contact your father straight away, and the police child protection unit."
Kelly half-sat, stunned, while her mind clawed its way through the fog that seemed to have surrounded it. Oh my God! Police? Father? But it wasn't true, any of it! But what if no-one believed her? Witnesses? Liars! But what if..? And even if..? But..? Had he said 'resolve it at school, right now'? Had Mr Quincy offered her a way around this?
"Please, Mr Quincy, you can't tell my father! It's not true! What can we do? What can I do?"
Mr Quincy smiled. It didn't seem to be the nicest smile, although the tears were blurring her vision some. She wiped her eyes.
"Good girl, Kelly," murmured Mr Quincy, rising from behind his desk. "Good girl. Let's sort this out here and now. Take your clothes off."
Take my..?!
Kelly looked across at the Deputy Principal, searching for signs of humour, even poor, distinctly tasteless humour. His face was deadly serious. "You don't mean..?" she began.
"Either get undressed or I pick up the phone, Kelly. Now. Five... four... three..."
He reached 'two' and Kelly fumbled for the top button of her white school blouse. Oh, Lord, what was she doing? What was he going to do? Her fingers shook and slipped on the buttons. Mr Quincy stood, arms folded, watching her, rather less impassively than before. His eyes followed her fingers, down, down to the last button. He seemed to breathe in deeply as she untucked her blouse from her skirt.
She looked up, her eyes pleading. He stared back, jerked his head. Kelly's lip quivered as she shrugged her blouse off and laid it over a nearby chair. She folded her arms across her chest, trying to hide her training bra, her bare skin, hide them from the Deputy Principal's hot gaze. His tongue passed briefly over his lips, and he smiled.
"Keep going," he murmured.
Reluctantly Kelly unsnapped her skirt, letting it slip to the floor. A small sound escaped Mr Quincy, and she watched his gaze travel up and down her body, finally coming to rest on her face. His eyes burned into hers. Her head swam.
"Take off your underwear, Kelly," he said. "Your bra, your panties. I want you naked, Kelly. Do it now."
Kelly obeyed. Her hands shaking, on the verge of tears, Kelly unclipped her training bra, tossing it onto the chair, and quickly slipped off her panties. She stepped to one side, raised her head and looked almost defiant as she faced the Deputy Principal again. She put her hands on her hips and dared him with her eyes.
Mr Quincy seemed to like that. He smiled slowly, taking in her young, lean, naked form, her fabulous preteen beauty. He stepped forward.
"Mm, Kelly..! What a beautiful girl you are... Truly... gorgeous..."
He walked around her, his eyes crawling all over her. Kelly stared forward, trying to ignore him when suddenly she felt his touch, his fingers caressing her hip, her buttock. Oh God, he was touching her! His hand stroked across her butt, cupping her buttock almost tenderly, then squeezing in a way that made her start. Then he was in front of her again, his fingers circling her nipple, his eyes locked on hers again. Despite her humiliation, Kelly felt her nipple harden, felt something stir inside her. Oh, God, no, please! Let her not start to want it. Please...
Mr Quincy raised his finger, pressing it to her mouth, pulling slowly at her lower lip. His other hand stroked her belly, drifting lower until she felt his fingers invade the space between her legs, caress her soft girlish vulva. She stifled a sob as his hand cupped her between the legs. He murmured in her ear like a lover.
"Kelly, you have a beautiful pussy. Do all the boys tell you that? I bet they do. I bet you let all the boys feel your pussy, don't you Kelly? I bet you let all the boys finger your little cunt before you suck their dicks. Isn't that right, Kelly?" Before Kelly could come out with any sort of answer, Mr Quincy stepped away and pointed at the small, round table.
"Bend over, Kelly. Bend over the table. I have to punish you."
Kelly looked round, fear rising in her. Mr Quincy lifted something down from a shelf and turned toward her. In his hand was a long, flat paddle. It was not the kind for playing ping pong with...
"Oh, no, Mr Quincy, please..."
"Oh, yes, Kelly. Bend over. You're a naughty girl; you must be punished."
Kelly trembled. Slowly, she leaned over, grasping the far edge of the small table, biting her lip, closing her eyes. The first blow from the paddle made her cry out. The sound of it slapping her naked buttocks seemed to fill the office, the pain sharp and stinging. She bowed her head, her hair spilling across the table as the paddle struck again. She heard Mr Quincy breathing heavily, the sound loud in between the slaps. Tears sparkled in her eyes. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the table edge.
Mr Quincy drew back his arm, pausing to take in the naked twelve-year-old spread-eagled across the table. God she was a fabulous little piece of ass. Tight little butt, tumbling blonde hair, sweet little coochy. Her buttocks were already reddening, the marks of the paddle showing clearly, and her sniffles simply made his cock harder. He swung the paddle, his cock jerking as it slapped home, drawing a little gasping sob from gorgeous Kelly.
"You have been naughty, Kelly," he whispered, "a naughty little cocksucker. Are you a naughty little cocksucker, Kelly? Is that what you like? A little cock in your mouth?"
The paddle swung; Kelly's butt shook with the impact. She whimpered.
"You like cock, Kelly? Well, then, try this one."
Mr Quincy set the paddle down on his desk and stepped in front of her, unzipping his pants as he did so. With one hand he gathered up her hair, lifting her head. She gazed up through tearful eyes as his other hand fumbled in his pants, slowly drawing out his penis. Kelly's eyes widened. It looked enormous! Right in front of her, a big, angry-looking erect penis, glistening with some kind of fluid.
"Suck my cock, Kelly, you naughty little girl. Suck my cock you slut!"
Mr Quincy yanked on her hair, and suddenly his penis was pressing against her lips. Involuntarily her mouth opened and Mr Quincy's penis forced its way in. He began to thrust his hips back and forth, his penis pushing further and further into her mouth with each stroke, filling her up, forcing her tongue down. She tried to speak, to beg him not to, but his penis was in her throat, making her gag. She looked up, her eyes pleading again. He grinned down at her.
"Mm, Kelly, you're a good mouthfuck. You take cock like a pro, honey. Perhaps you are a pro! You're certainly a natural! You ever had a big cock in your mouth before? I bet you have! I bet you've sucked your daddy's cock good and sweet, haven't you Kelly? Mm, yes. Suck mine, you little bitch. SUCK IT!"
Kelly's tears trickled down her nose and dripped onto Mr Quincy's penis as he slowly but firmly fucked her mouth. His hands were either side of her head now, and his hips rocked back and forth, drawing his penis almost all the way out before pushing it slowly back in, deep, deep into the back of her mouth, into her throat, half choking her. Kelly moaned, part distress, part fear and part... what? Horrified, Kelly realised that some part of her was getting off on being stripped, spanked and mouth-fucked by the implacable Deputy Principal. There was a wetness between her legs. She hated herself for it.
Suddenly Mr Quincy sped up. He held her head firmly and bucked fast, his penis at the back of her throat, his face twisted in a grimace of raw desire. "Ohh, you little slut," he hissed. "Oh, yeah, fucking take it in."
Taking a fresh grip of her hair he put his other hand behind her head and pushed. Kelly gagged, retched as his penis forced its way into her throat. Oh God! She was going to choke! Her throat worked, desperately trying to eject the invader; she tried to twist her head but Mr Quincy's grip was iron. Slowly he forced his penis down her throat; slowly Kelly's lips crushed into his pants zipper, his pubic hair; slowly she swallowed his big, hard cock.
There was a knock at the door.
Kelly's mind leaped in panic. Her eyes darted wildly. She gagged again, fighting the urge to vomit. Her fingers scrabbled at the edge of the table.
"Come in!" grunted Mr Quincy.
Oh God oh God oh God.
The door opened, and two men entered. Two teachers; Mr Johnson, history, youngish, blonde, kind eyes; Mr McAllister, math, older, black, hair beginning to grey.
Oh God oh God oh God.
Mr Quincy paused, his penis deep in Kelly's mouth, clearly relishing the feeling, while the new arrivals closed the door and watched, smiling, admiring Kelly's young body, the red paddle marks on her butt. His penis still in place, Mr Quincy spoke.
"Kelly has agreed that we deal with this within the school." He was panting some, his cock gorgeously engorged in Kelly's hot, sweet mouth. "So, we will apply the usual procedure for a first offence."
This made no sense to Kelly until she heard the dreadful ripping sound from behind her and felt the first sticky touch of the duct tape. Before she could properly react her left knee had been taped to the table leg. Firm hands gripped her other leg, holding her helpless. She felt the tape wind around her other knee, securing it to the opposite table leg. Oh God, she couldn't move her legs; they were solid, taped up, held open! She could only watch numbly as the same was done to her hands.
Mr Quincy slowly withdrew his penis from her mouth, surveying her as he stepped back and began to undress. Knees and hands taped firmly to the table legs, Kelly was in just the right position to complete her punishment. As he folded his trousers neatly, Mr Quincy nodded across to his colleagues.
"Remember, gentlemen: a first offence means ass and mouth only. No pussy. We'll need to see if Kelly can behave herself before we get into her cunt."
A laugh sounded from behind her --- Mr McAllister, she thought --- and then a stinging blow from the paddle made her gasp again. She turned her head as best she could, and sure enough there was Mr McAllister, naked, his arm drawn back, his penis erect and glistening. He chuckled. "I'm sure Kelly won't be able to behave." The paddle swept forward with a thwack!, leaving a beautiful broad red mark on Kelly's butt. "I know Kelly --- she's a little whore!"
Kelly moaned, tears trickling down her face at the pain and humiliation, but then someone grabbed her hair and pulled her round again. Mr Johnson stood in front of her, his hand on his cock. "Ain't that the truth!" he laughed. "Suck it, Kelly, suck my cock, girl!"
Still laughing, he forced his cock into her mouth and started fucking her face rapidly, short, fast jerks of his hips. His cock scraped her teeth, but he seemed to like that. Mr Quincy was standing to one side, stroking his cock slowly as he watched. The paddle struck again, then something cold dripped onto her butt, soothing her reddened skin some. She felt a trickle of moisture on her anus, and then something touched her! A finger! Ohhhh.
Mr McAllister put the bottle of baby oil down, rubbed it into Kelly's butthole for a second or two, then jammed his finger right up her ass. Kelly jumped, at least as far as the duct tape would let her, as Mr McAllister's big finger probed and wriggled in her butt. She sobbed, the sounds muffled by Mr Johnson's cock in her mouth as the finger worked inside her. Mr McAllister laughed again.
"Mm, sweet asshole, Kelly! Can you stretch it wide? Better try, girl, better get ready for this. You want a cock in your ass, girl? You bet you do, 'cos you're a dirty little whore!"
And suddenly his finger was out and something else was pushing at her anus, something soft and hard at the same time, something hot and slippery. Something way too big! Oh God no!
She felt Mr Quincy's penis against her cheek; she sensed it was his hand on her buttock, helping spread her ass wide for Mr McAllister's cock to plunder her. She moaned again as she felt the tip of his penis enter her anus, his weight press against her, the edge of the table biting into her thighs as he pushed, pushed, pushed.
"Ahhh, good girl Kelly! Oh, yes, good girl!"
Oh God! Her anus complained, stretched wide; her muscles quivered, but Mr McAllister's cock was in her. She felt him pushing in deeper, felt this huge thing filling her ass..!
Mr Johnson pulled his cock out of her mouth. She barely had time to breathe before Mr Quincy's was back in, a different taste, different hands pulling her head forward. He worked it deep again, pushing down her throat as Mr McAllister rammed her ass, his cock almost vanished inside her tender red butt. She gagged again around Mr Quincy's cock.
After a minute or so she felt Mr McAllister pull out, relieving the strain on her anus. Mr Quincy too released her, letting his cock slip from her mouth as Mr McAllister cried: "Hey, she's got a dirty butthole! Look, she's made my cock dirty!"
"Kelly, you dirty little bitch!" exclaimed Mr Quincy. The thwack of the paddle on her butt again brought Kelly's head up with a jerk. It was getting really sore now. "Please stop," she whimpered, but Mr McAllister was on front of her, holding his angry black cock in his hand. Oh God, the cock that had just been up her butt! He was holding it right in her face, and sure enough there was a smear of darker brown on the tip. Oh, no...
The paddle struck again, and Kelly opened her mouth wide in a gasp of pain. Mr McAllister grabbed her hair and forced his big, black cock between her lips. "That's it, Kelly, you'd better clean me off!"
This time she did gag, retch; a wave of hot, bitter fluid washed up into her mouth as Mr McAllister rammed his cock, fresh from her ass, into her mouth. Her partial vomit burst from around the edges of his dick, splashing the table, but he just laughed and forced her head further down onto his cock. Kelly barely registered another penis ramming its way into her anus; whether it was Mr Johnson or the Deputy Principal she couldn't tell...
Kelly began to lose track of time. Her butt was sore, her jaws ached, her throat felt raw. Tears and snot trickled down her face as the three teachers fucked her without mercy. How many times their cocks were up her ass, in her mouth she couldn't tell any longer. She didn't vomit again, which was a blessing, and her anus relaxed and accepted its deep fucking; tears only came with the paddle, which was now intermittent. The three men were more focused on fucking her than spanking her now. They chatted to her as they did her.
"So Kelly, you'll be a good girl now, yes? Actually, you *are* a good girl --- you're a good little fuck, Kelly!"
"Yours is the sweetest ass I've fucked in a long time, Kelly. Mmm, I want to do you every day. Maybe you should get a detention for eight weeks and I'll fuck your ass for an hour after school every day. What d'you think, Kelly? Would you like that?"
"Sure she'd like it! She's got a taste for cock up her ass now! And we know she likes cock in her mouth! She's such a little whore!"
"Yeah, she can take it deep, can't you Kelly, you little slut? That's it, take it down. See if you can touch my balls with your lips... Oo, yeah, girl, mmm you're a fucking whore all right!"
"Mm, spanking you could make me cum on its own, Kelly, you know that? Seeing your bright red little ass like that gets me really fucking going. Here" --- thwack! --- "ah, yeah, bitch. Mm, fucking hell. Suck me off, bitch."
The first one to cum up her ass was Mr Johnson. He entered her quickly and didn't slow up, slamming her butt harder and harder, his balls slapping against her tender buttocks. He clutched her hips hard, his fingers leaving deep red marks as he chanted "ah, bitch, fucking bitch, fucking bitch... Ah! Ahhhh!" The sensation of his semen spurting deep in her rectum was strange; his cock jerked and quivered as he pumped into her.
It seemed entirely natural somehow to suck his cock clean afterward. Kelly licked the last of his semen away as Mr McAllister took his position behind her and slid his cock back up her ass. He was slower, and after only a few smooth strokes he too started jerking and spurting cum into her butt. "Oh-oh-ohhh Kelllly!" he groaned as he thrust and spurted, his cock slipping out a little before his final burst, so that beads of cum trickled down her butt crack and dripped off her pussy to the floor.
Mr Quincy was last, his passage lubricated by his colleagues' semen. Kelly's asshole was stretched wide, red, sore, oozing cum as he slipped the tip of his cock inside. He held it there, jerking himself at the base of his cock until he was nearly ready, then leaning in, his cock sliding deep to the root and ejaculating massively as it did so. He filled her rectum again, semen squishing up into her colon, oozing out of her anus around his cock, too much semen for one little girl to keep inside.
Mr Johnson and Mr McAllister were dressed again by the time Kelly had sucked Mr Quincy's cock clean. They let themselves out, Mr Johnson slapping Kelly's butt one last time as he did so.
Mr Quincy dressed, then untaped Kelly. She collapsed onto the floor, numb, sore, beyond tears. He gave her a minute, then helped her to her feet, handed her her clothes and dismissed her from his office with one final reminder: "Off you go Kelly, but be back here for detention tomorrow after school --- a fortnight's detention. You still have a lot of things to learn, young lady."