"Young lady, just because this is summer school does not mean you are allowed to wear whatever you like."
"Oh, and what are you going to do about it? Just because all my teachers are perverts doesn't make it my problem."
She wasn't going to make this easy. It was her fantasy, although I was more than happy to play along, even if I wasn't entirely sure what I had gotten myself into. Her shorts, on the other hand, were inspiring. And her tight top did elicit the proper response. And watching her stand defiantly in front of my desk was delightful.
"I'm not sure it's your teachers you should worry about right now. Besides, do you think it's appropriate to show off so much… undercarriage at school?"
"Jesus Christ, what are you eighty? Undercarriage? You sound like my grandfather talking about a horse. You can't even say the word ass. How the hell did you get to be a school principal?"
I lowered my gaze and took a deep breath. We both knew where the game was going, but our little conversation did quite a bit to up the ante on it. A little spanking, light fingering, and a fuck were not enough.
"Little girl, your ass is hanging out of your shorts, and you should be lucky Mr. Miller sent you to my office instead of bending you over his desk and spanking it with a ruler in front of the entire class."
"You're not allowed to do that," she said even as she shifted on her feet. A flush came to her cheeks, and a hint of doubt slid across her lovely face.
"This is summer school. Do you honestly think anyone cares about what we do to you? If they did, you wouldn't be here. Besides, your parents saw you leave the house like that. Do you think they will believe you if you tell them it wasn't your plan to end up with a red bruised ass for misbehaving?"
"You can't," she said with more confidence. "You'd lose your job."
"There's only one way to find out," I said, standing up. Her eyes shot straight to my visible erection, and while she licked her lips, she also took a step back. I was going to have to work for it.