A Trip to the Principal's Office (Jana's Journey, Part One) (3 page)

“But you don’t want to stop, do you?” he asked.

“Nooooooo,” she said, softly, holding her tits firmly in both hands, and gasping for breath.

“What do you want to do, Jana?”

“Touch myself
…
”

“So I can watch?”

“Yessssss. . . “
she sighed. She was pinching her nipples through the thin lace, now, eyes closed, her breath ragged now.
It felt good, good to touch herself and good to tell the truth.

“But you never touch yourself between the legs?” he asked, still speaking softly into her ear.

“Noooo, it’s wrong . . . it’s dirty. . . .something bad will happen . . .” she pleaded softly.

“You’re such a good girl, Jana. Go ahead. It’s okay. You can put your hand in your panties.” 

“I
…
please don’t
…
it’s wrong, I can’t
…
” She was rubbing both breasts with one hand now while the other stroked her stomach below her navel.

“Shh, Jana, it’s okay, you can do it, you’re a good girl
. Go
ahead
...”

She let out a long, low
moan
as her hand slipped into her panties and touched her clit. She
gasped and groaned loudly,
and her finger slid easily into the wetness between her legs. She was panting now; she felt a building pressure that she was sure was probably an orgasm, though she’d never had one before.

“Jana, Jana, what would your mother think?”

She opened her eyes and looked around, and saw him making a video of her with his phone.

“Oh my god! What are you doing?”
She came crashing back to reality, realizing with horror what was happening.

He smiled cruelly at her. “How could I let a beautiful moment like that pass without something to remember it by?”

“Give me that!” she said, frantic, trying to grab the phone, but he grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her back.

“I see you haven’t learned your lesson quite yet,” he s
aid into her ear, holding her arms behind her back with one arm and pulling his necktie off with the other.

“What are you doing! You can’t . . .” she struggled futilely; his grip was like iron and she had no chance of escape. “Let me go! Please!” 

He tied her hands firmly together
with his necktie
, and then pushed her down on the sofa, raising the camera again to take another video.

“Please don’t!” she begged. “Don’t take pictures of me! What are you doing!
I don’t want anyone to see me like this
…
”  She was crying and sobbing frantically now.

He moved to his desk and removed a pair of scissors.

“What are you going to do with that?” she said. “Please, don’t hurt me!”

She struggled to extract her arms from the tie; her breasts jiggled in the bra, her shoulders held back by the bonds.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said soothingly. “Sit up straight, Jana, and don’t move.”

She sat very still, breathless, watching him, panting.

“This bra does not meet regulations, Jana,” he said. “I’m going to have to confiscate it.”
He slipped the blade of the scissors under one shoulder strap of the bra and snipped it apart.

“OH NO!” she cried. “Please, don’t! Oh no, no no no
…
” 
But she was so hot now that she felt her voice fading away to gasps.

Stroking the bulge between his legs, he snipped the other shoulder strap.  “Now sit very still,” he said, and she did so, weeping silently, as he inserted the scissors between the cup
s
of the bra and sliced it apart. It fell away, her breasts bursting free.

“Shh, it’s okay, don’t cry,” he said, kissing her tears away. She couldn’t help it, her sobbing worse than before. She tried to turn her head away from him and he picked her up – easily – and carried her to his desk, and laid her across it.

“I cleared my desk just for you today, Jana,” he said.

His hands fell to her breasts, his large hands enfolding them and squeezing. She gasped and moaned, bit her lips, as his head fell down and he was kissing between her breasts, over the
pale
slopes, and finally sucking and licking the very hard nipples.

“Oh, god, please, sir, please
…
please suck them
…
please
…”
Her head was thrown back and her back was
arched, her arms pinned beneath her.

“You’re not going to tease anymore, are you Jana?” he asked

Barely able to get the words out, she gasped, “No, never, I won’t tease anymore, never again,  I’m a good girl,” she was aware that she was moaning loudly as his mouth covered her breasts.
“Oh, god, please, please, please . . .”

“Please what?” he asked, raising his head from her breasts. “Please what, you little slut?”

“I’m not a little slut,” she said, weakly, moaning and writhing as he pulled her legs apart and hel
d
them. “Please, no, I’m not a little tease, no, no, I’m not a tease . . .”

He reached down and ripped her white panties off, and
then forced them into her mouth, stifling her begging and pleading.

He buried his face between her legs, forcing his tongue into her slick
shaved
pussy.

She moaned into the panties that were gagging her, closing her eyes, feeling the pressure between her legs growing and struggling and writhing as he held her legs apart and licked and sucked at her clit.

“Mmmm! Urrnnnh! Hhhhhnmmmm!” The pressure was building and the heat spreading; when she felt his finger tickle her asshole, she bucked and spasmed and realized she’d had her first orgasm. Everything went dark for a moment.

She felt a light slap on her face, and the panties were being removed from her mouth, and she gasped for air, breathless, tears rolling from her eyes.

“Please,” she said, quietly “Please, please. . .”
She struggled weakly but her arms felt like they’d gone numb beneath her.

“You know what’s next, Jana,” he said. He unzipped his trousers and removed his cock. She’d never even seen them before outside of biology books and on statues in museums. They never looked like that!

“No, no, please, I’m not a tease, I’m
a good girl, I can’t, it’s too big, please
, please,” she begged.

“Don’t you want it?” he asked, sweetly.

“Yes, I do, but
…”

He was between her legs now, rubbing her swollen cock against the lips of her pussy. She felt so slick and wet down there. “Oh, god, oh please . . . “ she moaned, bucking forward, involuntarily, trying to scoot forward on the desk, her shoulders aching and hands numb from being tied up. “Oh god, I want it, please, I want it . . .”

He smiled and stroked her face. “Such a good girl,” he said tender
ly
, as he drove his cock slowly into her. Her hymen gave way suddenly, and she cried out in pain and pleasure as he went inside of her.

“Oh, please, please, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
…
”  she whimpered helplessly and he filled her.
She could hardly breathe.

“You like that, huh? Not a little tease. Not anymore.”

“No,
please
, no, I’m not a tease, I’ll never tease anymore!” she said, bucking her hips against him as he pulled her onto his cock.
So much pressure and heat, she felt like she was going to burst apart.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll never tell anybody about this. I’ll never tell anybody you undressed and touched yourself in my office,” he said.

“Thank you, sir!” she cried out, tears spilling from her eyes and her breath coming fast and hard as she felt the pressure of another
building
orgasm

“I’ll never show anybody that video, either, if you’re a good girl,” he said, holding her tits in both hands as he thrust into her, faster and faster, harder and deeper.

She cried out as another orgasm burned through her, aware that lewd, incomprehensible noises were coming from her. “Oh, god, I’m such a slut, I’m such a bad girl,” she heard herself say.

He pulled out of her, stroking his cock.

“I don’t want to get you pregnant, my good girl,” he said, bending down to kiss her on the lips. She kissed him back hungrily, thrusting her tongue out, his mouth still slick with her pussy juices.

“Thank you sir,” she gasped.

He grabbed her by the hair and said, “Open wide.
Make sure to keep your teeth away from it, okay?
Cover your teeth with your lips
.
I know you’ve never done this before. Are you a good girl?”

“Yes, I’m a good girl,” she said, opening her mouth
obediently.

“You want to suck it? You don’t want to get pregnant, do you?”

“No, no, I don’t, yes, please, I’ll take it in my mouth, I will, I won’t tell. . .”

He slipped his cock slowly into h
er mouth, while his hand slid back down between her legs and began rubbing her clit delicately.

She was soon vibrating with pleasure, gasping around his cock, raising her hips against his hand as he fucked her mouth.

“Very good, Jana,” he gasped, himself beginning to shake, thrusting into her face. “Oh, god, Jana, yes, yes, yes, yes yes . . ..” He stopped tickling her clit
and thrust two fingers into her.

He cried out as he came, and her mouth was suddenly full of hot
salty
fluid, and she felt her body vibrating as she had a third orgasm, her body bucking and spasming, his cock pulling out and spilling hot cum all over her chin and cheeks.

Everything went dark again. She was panting, barely conscious. She was only vaguely aware of him rolling her on her side and untying her hands.

“You were very good, Jana.” He said, putting his cock back in his trousers.

“Yes, sir,” she said meekly, cu
rling into the fetal position on the desk.

“I’ll keep the bra and panties, and the video of course.” He gathered them from the floor.

“Yes, sir,” she said softly. She felt
changed.
Something was gone that would never come back.

But at the same time, she’d never felt anything so pleasurable as those orgasms. Absolutely nothing. She knew she’d need to experience that again, soon.

He was putting his suit jacket and tie back on, admiring himself in the mirror.

“I think we can do this every Friday, from now on,” he said.

“Yes, sir.
I’d like that.” She considered that now that she had some experience, maybe she could make HIM beg for it, next time.

She
got dressed and left.

A whole new life had opened to her. And while she’d lost her control in there, she thought
maybe
she knew some ways to get it back. She might start with Principal Stevens’s son. Or his
step
daughter.

She walked out into a different world.

To be continued in
Jana’s Journey, Part Two: A Trip to the Nightclub

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,and finds that Courtney knows her secret, and possesses a copy of the video that Principal Stevens made of Jana masturbating in his office. She too wants to control Jana – but Jana might be more difficult to control than Courtney, or Principal Stevens, realizes.
 

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The stranger explains that he's going to tie her up and take some things, and that she will not be harmed.
But when he attempts to steal some of her most prized possessions, including a video that could permanently affect her life, she offers him something even more valuable instead: her body.

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