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NOTE FOUND IN THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE
By Wyrdey
Hello, Mr. Principal sir.
You probably have some questions.
That would be only natural: after all, you returned to your office after
lunch to find this note sitting on your chair. You probably think that
this is some kind of romantic gesture - maybe your wife is doing
something special.
You wouldn't be totally wrong.
I mean, this note isn't from your wife, but romance DOES kind of play a
part here.
Well, not so much romance as sex... you remember sex? Hanky-panky?
Fucking?
I wouldn't blame you for forgetting - It's probably not something that
you've had too much experience of lately. God knows you've tried to
eliminate all vestiges of it from this school.
How many kids have you expelled in the last few months because they were
caught making out or something equally shocking?
Anyway, at this point, you've probably decided to stop reading out of
disgust and go and make life miserable for whoever you've decided is
responsible.
You've probably therefore noticed that you CAN'T stop reading...
Isn't that interesting?
But here's something that you CAN do: I want you to take off all your
clothes.
You can do that well enough while you continue to read.
At this point you've probably decided to try yelling for help... Can't do
that either?
Hmmmm!
Guess you'll just have to keep on reading.
It's just starting to get fun, after all!
...And it's not as if I'm not doing you a favour here! You must be tired
of that wrinkly old pale-as-a-worm-and-stiff-in-all-but-the-right-way
carcass of yours.
Feel it now.
Feel it? The tingle? The twinges?
That way that you feel right now: like your whole being is shifting,
melting...
It's just because it is.
Think back: You liked your 40s didn't you?
Well, too bad, because they've already gone past.
Your 30s...?
Better still! (Oh! Ignore that. A lot of older men have that 'furious
spontaneous erection'-type response to this. But, seriously - if THAT'S
what it looked like at its prime, then no wonder you're such a joyless
prude...)
Your 20s...
Your teens...
THIS is what we're going for.
God, you were a gawky little shit, weren't you...?
Sorry - AREN'T you...?
Now, in this little transformational lull, I want you to cast your mind
back...
Out of the vast number of students that you've expelled, I want you to
remember one in particular. It shouldn't be hard for you: you REALLY had
it in for this one.
Amber?
Amber Madison?
Oh yes, you remember her.
I can tell by the pathetic twitchings of that wormy little cock of yours.
It might interest you to know that she's working as a tabledancer now.
That's right - sneer, you always knew that she was happiest as some kind
of cheap communal plaything.
But what you may not know - and this will interest you - is that, in the
house that she used to live in with her parents, there's an empty room
that they use for storage.
Not seeing the interest yet?
You will.
You see, right now that room is changing: A fluffy canopy bed just
appeared... Now the walls are pink... Now there's a huge wardrobe... Now
a full length mirror... Now an overstocked vanity table... Now oh-so-many
cute toys...
...And what you definitely didn't know - and this will be SO interesting
to you - is that Amber has a wide-eyed pouty jailbait little sister who
idolises her.
Abigail is her name, but only her mother still calls her that (it makes
the little brat pout and whine SOOOO cutely when she does...)
No, since puberty hit her like a truck carrying an extra-large shipment
of curves and attitude, little sis has demanded to be known only as Abi.
...And when I say that Amber has a sister... I mean that she does NOW
Feel that silky slither? Look at all that hair! So shiny and thick and
sexy.
It looks just like Amber's, doesn't it?
Funny that.
And remember Amber's tits? (Of COURSE you do! No-one could forget THOSE!)
Well...
(Don't worry, Cutiepie! That awful tingly sensitivity is something that
all girls go through as their boobies start to blossom!)
...And what's a perfect pair of impossibly perky teen titties without an
equally plush-pert-and-perky little bum?
You're trying to scream for help again, aren't you?
Like REALLY trying.
Honestly, sweetie - have you thought through what would happen if someone
actually COULD hear you...?
Why don't you try this instead?
Pinch the very tip of that worthless cock of yours between two fingers
(careful not to mess up that cute little pink manicure, though!)
Yes, it's fun to 'ride it down', isn't it? Feeling it becoming all teensy
and pink, like a perfect little pea nestled so sweetly in that special
little place of yours.
Why not give it a little tweek, for luck?
Oh yes, you're definitely Amber's sister.
How lucky that there's some things of Amber's right there in that big
office!
Remember that box where you keep the things that you've confiscated from
students? Well, you confiscated a LOT of things from Amber's locker over
the years.
The NEW principal is a lot more lenient in these matters, so you can take
them back now.
Go and find the box and have a bit of a rummage.
Oh! Look at that!
Remember taking this stuff? It was a special getup that Amber was going
to wear to class for a full day as part of a bet with a boy, but you
heard the rumours and cleaned her locker out.
Such an awful killjoy.
What fun you'll have making it up to everyone!
What do you suppose it is about schoolgirls that gets the male motor
running so furiously?
Most people would say 'innocence', and I think that's partly right.
It's innocence with something bubbling beneath it.
Something new that's just beginning to emerge - so sweetly, so cutely, so
naively - as sugar-and-spice begin to feel strange new things being added
to the mixture.
(Also: your titties are SO pert and perky! - Take a good hard look and/or
squeeze!)
Just look at you for example - you understand (on an instinctive level,
to be sure) exactly how it works.
And ANYONE could tell that you're not the brightest lipstick in the bowl.
You have my permission now to put this note down while you make yourself
pretty.
Go with what feels right - you have so much choice here in this little
box of previously-banned goodies!
Don't worry about wrinkly old sexless killjoys - I've made it so that you
personally can wear anything you want to school from now on. Sure they'll
frown and humph and treat you like a shameless little tramp, but that's
all.
Lucky little you.
How will you play it today, little Abi...?
Maybe the naive sex kitten who's oh-so-mock-oblivious to the effect that
the tiny flashes of pantie and bra have on every watching male. A girl
who's noticed the strange effect she has on men - and they have on her -
but who's turned it into a flirty game because it all still confuses and
scares her a little bit.
Maybe the trashy minx who's the exact opposite: trying to emulate a
shameless slut but constantly giving away accidental hints of her
sweetness, innocence,shyness, and inexperience. She's so precociously
intrigued by this new world opening up to her that she's reacting to it
like the little girl that she so recently was: playing dress-up in
mummy's clothes, trying to pretend to be what she thinks grown-ups are.
Or maybe the girl who's a mixture of the two: feeling the change but not
quite understanding it. Throwing herself into it like girls do when they
first wear make-up or get to pick their own clothes: going over-the-top
out of adorable immaturity.
You've played them all, little Abi, and they all apply to you.
I wonder how you're going to play it now.
You know all the little tricks, all the variations.
You pull that teensy so-short-sleeved little lycra croptop on, tie it so
tightly beneath the lower curve of your precocious breasts, tying it so
that it lifts them up even higher and makes the deep, creamy cleavage
even better
Sometimes you like to tie it a bit higher up, so that the bottom of your
assets just barely peak out underneath.
Sometimes you wear a girlish little lacy pink push-up bra that sits just
high enough to peak out into visibility - and lifts things even higher.
Other times you go braless and let the outlines of your high, pink
nipples poke out into visibility as you jiggle about oh-so-perkily.
Sometimes you experiment with the combination of translucency and a sexy
bra.
Sometimes a blazer, sometimes not - it gives a whole different look.
You slide that teensy little plaid skirt up your long, coltish legs.
Always a tiny little plaid skirt. But sometimes a traditional red one -
it complements the white top so perfectly, sometimes a pink plaid one
that emphasises your girly-girlishness.
Sometimes you choose one so short that your cheeks visibly wobble with
your wiggle as you parade yourself down the halls. Sometimes it's fun to
wear a longer skirt - but wear it so high that things are almost as
plainly visible as with your micro-minis.
Sometimes white too-tight panties that appear as a flash of white
triangle wedged between wiggling buttocks, sometimes lacy thongs with the
strings lifted high up into visibilty above the hem of your skirt.
Sometimes you slither into long white stockings that end lacily three-
quarters of the way up your long legs. Sometimes black tights. Sometimes
knee socks.
You always love your adorably clunky, super-high Mary-Janes. They help
you to mince and prance and sway just right.
Make-up! Red or pink lipstick? Pouty rose red or bimbo bubblegum pink?
But you're always careful to emphasise your huge, wide, crystal eyes.
Earrings! Big dangly stripper loops or cute little-girl studs?
Hair! Pigtails, of course! ...But high on the head, to the back of the
head, to the sides of the head, or lower down? Braided or unbraided?
Ribbons or poofy scrunchies?
Lollipops to tease with your tongue or plunge deep into your throat while
staring at boys, or gum to chew and snap rhythmically...
This is what fills your empty little teenybopper head now, Abi - it's all
you think about all day.
I bet you look so cute now, standing there all dolled up like the perfect
jailbait titbit.
I bet you're pouting too, you probably don't like this little game - yet.
Don't worry about all the helpless horror that you're feeling - it's
about to get worse.
That feeling now? It's a change as huge and as catastrophic as when you
popped out tits and ass.
That's your maturity slipping away.
Your maturity, your life experience, your emotional control, most of your
knowledge...
Your adulthood.
There. All gone!
Think of something now, little Abi - think of what a goshdarn meanie I'm
being.
That's right! Stomp your little Maryjane-d foot, send your pigtails
bobbling, humph, cross your arms tightly against your overburdened chest,
and pout... pout ferociously.
God, you're cute.
In your rainbows-and-lollipops little mind, you're calling me a poopyhead
and big fat meanie, aren't you?
So fucking adorable.
That's right, gasp and slap a hand to your mouth.
I said a bad word.
This is how you are now, darlin' little Abi... When you're angry, you
pout like a spoiled child (coincidence? Nup), when you're happy, you skip
and giggle, when you're scared or sad, you sniffle and look for a big
strong chest to bury your cute little face into, when you're REALLY mad
or can't get your way, you'll throw a full-on fall-to-the-floor-and-
pound-it-with-your-tiny-fists tanty-fit...
You can't help it.
You'll giggle and wiggle and jiggle and flirt and flaunt and fuck - yes,
that bad word again - and never be able to help it.
You'll hate being Abi the sexy jailbait schoolgirl, you'll hate it so
goshdarn much, but you won't be able to help yourself.
...Have you noticed my final little present yet?
That burn in your cute little panties...?
This is just the beginning, little Abi, you're a healthy young trollop
with more-than-healthy drives.
Amber is SO proud of her little sis.
And let's do a little experiment:
Abi, you're a bad girl. A bad, bad naughty little girl. You're a naughty
little minx, a shameless little tart. You need a good spanking across
your big naughty bottom...
Feel that, Abi? Judging by the way that you've plunged your dainty little
hand down your skirt, I suspect you do.
You don't know what a fetish is anymore, do you?
Well, anyway, you have a pretty major one for being a 'bad girl'.
Being called one... acting like one... even thinking in vague terms about
what a bad little girl you are will get those cute little panties of
yours so very, very wet.
...But that's not all.
Feel this.
Oh, I bet that those little eyes of yours are bulging SOOO wide and those
plump buttocks of yours are jiggling still.
That's what a SPANK feels like, Abi. A HARD one.
Notice how quickly the burn in your cute little ass becomes a burn in
your cute little panties too? Reach up a hand from where you're rubbing
at your aching bum and run it across your boobies instead. Your nipples
are poking out so very hard, aren't they?
Trust me, it'll feel even better after you've been told to drop your
panties and you're bending forward over someone's desk... or lap.
You'll spend so much time in front of mirrors, staring at the red
handprints that linger for hours on your soft, creamy little ass.
Just the sight will have you ruining your underwear.
But here's the thing: search your ridiculous little-girly mind, Abi -
you're not even quite sure what a dick looks like, are you?
You have some kind of an idea, but you got that mostly from shy glimpses
of naughty pictures, illustrations in an encyclopedia, and one brief
moment last week when you convinced Jimmy Franks to whip it out for just
a moment so you could see (...And it still fills your fluffy little
dreams, doesn't it?...)
You've let every boy in your class take you out behind the bikesheds and
dive for your luscious second bases (you keep begging them to really
pinch at your nipples, remember?), but you're not really interested in
them for anything more.
Silly little boys! - So shy, so fumbling, so... inexperienced.
You really have a thing for older men, Abi.
You eavesdrop sometimes on Amber and her friends, listening at the very
edge of audibility (it's a big word, I know, sweetie) as they giggle and
one-up each other with stories of what happens at work, and clubs, and
with their boyfriends.
You sit there, silently listening, and eventually slip a little manicured
finger under your tiny skirt and rub away at the building burn.
You wish EVER SO MUCH that you could join in, don't you, Abi?
Older men sound SO exciting, don't they, Abi?
...And that brings us to today.
You've undoubtedly wondered what a little tramp like you is doing in the
Principal's office.
But it's obvious, isn't it?
Some teachers found out about your little boobie-squeezing sessions with
the boys and sent you here to get a stiff talking to.
You're certainly going to get a stiff something.
You'll like the new principal, Abi. SO much younger and yummier than that
last old bastard.
It gets you a bit tingly just trying to remember his face, doesn't it?
When he comes in, you'll be all curled up in a pouting little ball in
front of his desk.
...In fact, what's a naughty little girl like you doing behind the
Principal's desk - go and sit in that little wooden chair reserved for
students at once!...
...As I was saying, you'll be a pouty little princess, you'll refuse to
talk at first, just cross your arms and sulk. Eventually, he'll draw you
out enough to get you to stamp your little foot and whine about how it's
not fair, everyone's a big meanie liar, and you just do it because it
feels so good anyway... At some point, you'll look up and see the look on
his face.
He'll try to hide it so fast - where his eyes had wandered to.
You'll feel a sly triumph then, you love this strange new power that your
body somehow gives you over men - not just little creepy men, but yummy
nice ones too.
You'll be in your element then. You'll lean far forward as you talk about
how much your body's been changing lately (heh!), you'll toy sexily with
a pigtail as you pout about how hard you're finding school, how mean the
other girls can be - and the teachers too! - and eventually fall into a
heartfelt sob.
You'll know that you have him.
He has a thing for schoolgirls.
When he comforts you, you'll slowly make your way around the desk - at
his invitation - and shyly perch on his lap. You'll suck comfortingly on
an offered lollipop - everyone knows how much you like lollipops.
You'll never be able to say afterwards exactly who seduced who.
Your first time will be magic, Abi - just what every school slut dreams
of - squealing, bent forward over a desk, titties mashed hard against
cold mahogany, ass freshly spanked and smarting, kneesock-and-Maryjane-d
legs spread so wide, being fucked stupid-er by her principal.
Spoiler alert: his cock is HUGE
And, to mix some metaphors, once your cherry's popped, the dam will
burst.
You'll get your teenybopping self sent to the principal's office at least
three times a week.
He'll be SO generous with the spankings. And the fuckings.
And he'll always be so enthusiastic in his responses as you writhe on his
desk and beg him to tell you what a bad, bad little girl you are.
Once you'll even lurk under his desk during a meeting with a parent, your
giggles only masked by the cock stuffing your mouth.
Every male friend of the Madison family will be dry mouthed in minutes as
you mercilessly tease them with your perfect schoolgirl body.
You'll soon be having extended sessions with them too.
You'll inexpertly but oh-so-eagerly try all of the things that you've
heard Amber talking about: you'll stuff cocks in your mouth, mash them
between your breathtaking tits, beg them to cram their cocks up your
bum...
A good time will be had by all.
SO many valuable skills will trickle down to the boys of this school...
What a delightful cooing new toy you'll be.
Hear that, little Abi...?
That's the principal now.
What a lucky little trollop you are.
Well, I'd better leave you to your exciting new life.
Lotsa Love-and-Kisses,
You'll-Never-Know-Who...
(P.S. Be sure to leave this lying around somewhere. It'll have a similar
effect on anyone else who reads it, and if there's one thing that the
world needs, it's more skanky schoolgirls...
Wouldn't you agree, Abi...?)
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