Wish for Porn High is a series of captions in which Dean has used one of his three wishes to “be the principle at a porn parody version of his high school”. The first post in this series is here.
Shelia scratched her head as she walked up the stairs towards the school entrance, like she had so many times, though not recently. The butterflies in her stomach were for a completely different reason than all that time ago, but they took her back to her school days none the less.
A thought popped in to her head, was her skirt short enough? Oh go, what if it wasn’t short enough!
She mentally chilled herself… no, no it was short enough, and tight enough, she could hardly take a full step in it it was so tight around her ass. She crested the last step and stopped just for a second to make sure there were no wrinkles in her skirt and then walked in to the school and headed right for the principals office.
“Now Mrs Buns, this is a very serious matter.” Principal Hardcock said, a stern look on his face from across the desk where Sheila sat.
“Of course Principal Hardcock, what Stacy did is completely unacceptable!”
His face softened and Shelia though a slight smile even crossed it, “Well I’m glad you agree, and please call me Dean, you aren’t one of my students anymore.”
Shelia blushed a little before replying, “Well, yes, of course… Dean.” she managed to get out but somehow it didn’t feel right to call him by his first name.
“And I promise you… Dean… that I will be disciplining my daughter severely for this infraction of the school rules.”
Dean nodded and Shelia knew it was now or never. She stood up and walked around the side of his desk and stood just in front of him as he turned his chair to the side.
“Of course I like to avoid Stacy having such a blot on her permanent record… perhaps there is something we could do to erase it?” she said an then turned around and wiggled her ass as she bent over at the waist until she was folded in two. She had been on the gymnastics team, at least until her curves had filled in, and was still very flexible.
It was only a moment later she felt his hands on her ass and she let out a low moan, “You could… you could leave a blot… on my… on my ass instead… Dean…”
One of his hands lifted off of her ass and then came down hard on it, “OH!” she cried out and wrapped her arms around her ankles and pulled herself in to her legs tightly as her ass shook and her body quivered.
A second, then third blow landed and she whimpered out several low moans, “Oh god, it’s been so long Dean…”
Then she felt his fingers slip under the hem of her skirt and pull it over her ass, exposing her dripping wet pussy.
She wasn’t sure how long her sat there, slapping her ass, one side at a time, sometimes both at once, but it was long enough for her pussy juice to run all the way down her legs and over her hands.
Dean finally stood up and dropped his pants, slipping to her her desperate pussy, gripping her hips and looked down at her beat red ass.
Shelia gingerly made her way back out to her car, her ass throbbing from her time with Dean, but a satisfied smile across her face from ear to ear.
She opened the drivers side door and sat down slowly in to the soft cushion she had brought with her, then turned her head towards Stacy, similarly seated on a matching cushion.
Her daughter’s makeup had run from the tears and she was obviously still in discomfort, but managed to speak, “So Mom? What did Principal Hardcock have to say?”
“De… Principal Hardcock and I have come to an understanding. But if you ever talk back to Principal Hardcock again, well, he’ll do more than take you over his knee and spank that bratty little ass of yours! And don’t think that this is over either, just because you were punished at school doesn’t mean you won’t be punished at home for your behaviour!”
Stacy’s head dropped almost all the way to her chest and whimpers a little, “Yes Mom… I promise I won’t do it again!”
Shelia just nodded and started the car, pulling out of the school parking lot and towards home. The problem was that she knew Stacy was lying. Shelia could easily smell her daughter’s juices leaking out of her pussy and on to the cushion she sat on.
Shelia just took in a deep breath and sighed, knowing she’d be visiting Dean’s office many more times over the coming weeks. Perhaps she should bring the school paddle she still had in her dresser, Dean had always like to use it on her when she was in trouble at school.
A wry smiled cross her lips and distracted her for a moment from her burning ass, but only for a moment.