....some bad schoolgirl antics behind the bike sheds with the sixth form boys.
I’ve spent the last couple of weeks since my birthday touring, and I have to say it’s been great fun getting out of London, out of my comfort zone, and meeting people across the country, in Manchester, Bournemouth, Bristol and Bath. Roleplay meetings have been in high demand on my travels, so my suitcase has been packed with all of my favourite outfits for different scenarios (can’t imagine what someone randomly checking my suitcase would make of what’s inside actually!).
Anyway, for reasons absolutely unknown to me, I seem to be particularly good at playing the virgin and the schoolgirl. Maybe I have a sweet innocent side? Not sure about that.....but I definitely have a strong naughty girl side! I had a booking last night in Bristol with a lovely gentleman who wished to reprimand me for some bad schoolgirl antics behind the bike sheds with the sixth form boys. Charged with the foible of “lewd behaviour”, I was summoned to the headmaster’s office in the correct regulation attire of white shirt, red tie, grey and red plaid skirt, white socks and black shoes. This was one seriously angry and horny headmaster. He was so tall, looming over me, whispering menacingly into my ear from behind. I found this quite sinister (in an erotic way!) as I was chastised for my sluttiness and total disregard for uniform restrictions (black stripper shoes were certainly not the requirement!). A plastic ruler was wielded (never before had the word ‘Shatterproof’ been so scary!), and as the charges of indecent behaviour and flagrant disobedience of school uniform rules were read out at me like the riot act, and lifting up my skirt with the ruler (I wasn’t even wearing regulation knickers!).
I was quaking in my heels slightly, but still unable to keep a lid on my mischievous side. I could not help but cheekily and very annoyingly question every ‘strange’ word the headmaster said (to my adolescent ear). “What does ‘lewd’ mean sir?”, “What does ‘flagrant’ mean sir?”, “What does ‘indecent’ mean sir?”. Now I’d really got the headmaster riled!
The headmaster asked me to demonstrate on him what I’d done with the sixth form boys. I sat down while he stood in front of me, pushing his crotch towards me. At first I objected very mouthily and obnoxiously, but then relented. The headmaster had his cock in my face (it was long with a lot of girth!), so I took it in my mouth and showed him how I could suck the boys behind the bike sheds. The headmaster was incredulous how this schoolgirl could be so accomplished at blowjobs, but he did not over-think this too much as his mind was firmly on the sensations surrounding his erect penis.
After much sucking had clearly indicated that I was no beginner at blow jobs, the headmaster told me he wanted to inspect me to check that my virginity was still in tact. Good luck there, headmaster! Of course, this inspection was conducted with a tongue to the appropriate areas…after some licking of my clit and tight little hole, the headmaster surmised that I definitely was
not a virgin, and therefore would receive a good, hard fucking as punishment. While I was still in my plaid skirt, white blouse and white socks (but now knickerless), the headmaster bent me over his ‘desk’, pulled my arms behind my back and gave me the fucking I deserved. The headmaster banged me brutally until he came loudly and plentifully. That would teach me….ha!
Well, I’m back in London again now, and I’m afraid I still haven’t learnt my lesson…but with the right discipline I’m sure I have a chance!
