Effective School Discipline {John Jabbin} {Mf Mdom NC}
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Effective School Discipline
by John Jabbin


"Do you know why you're here, Allison," I asked the 
mousy brunette sophomore.

"Not really, Mr. Smith," she responded quietly, shyly. 
"I've never been to the Vice Principal's office before.

"You're here because we received an anonymous tip that 
you were selling drugs in the girl's bathroom between 
second and third period today."

"But that's ... that's ... that's just crazy. Mr. 
Smith, I've never done anything like that."

"I really don't believe you have either, Allison. 
You've always been the model student. You make good 
grades. You've never caused a lick of problem in 
school. But we really must take every tip like this 
seriously. I hope you understand."

"Of course, Mr. Smith. Drugs on campus can't be 
tolerated. What do I need to do?"

"I need to inspect your bookbag, Allison. Just set it 
here on this table."

"Yes, Sir. There's nothing in it but my schoolbooks."

"I'm sure you're right, Allison. Would you consent to 
the search being videotaped for legal reasons? The 
lawyers from the school board insist on such 
precautions."

"That would be fine, Mr. Smith."

"Okay, dear, let me just start the tape rolling. There. 
My name is Jonathan Smith, Vice Principle of Langford 
High School. With me is sophomore student Allison 
James. Earlier today I received an anonymous tip 
alleging that Miss James was selling drugs in a girl's 
bathroom at school. Miss James has consented to allow 
me to inspect her bookbag for contraband items. Is that 
true, Miss James, have you consented to this search 
voluntarily?

"Yes, sir," Allison said meekly.

I opened up the bookbag in front of the tripod-mounted 
video camera. After pulling out the textbooks and 
assorted paraphernalia of a young schoolgirl, I saw the 
paper bag that one of my very worst students had 
planted in her bag at my insistence. As soon as I 
pulled it out, Allison's face turned white and she 
began to babble.

"What is that? I've never seen that bag before, Mr. 
Smith. That's not mine!"

"Now Allison, calm down. Let's just see what's in 
here."

There was quite an interesting selection of items, all 
of them either outright forbidden by school policy or 
designed to be highly embarrassing. There were drugs, 
bags of grass and speed. There were condoms, sexual 
lubricant, a hypodermic needle and, the piece de 
resistance, a small Saturday night special handgun.

"Oh my, Allison," I said glaring at the distraught 
child. "This does not look good. Can you explain to me 
what you are doing with these items on school grounds?"

"Mr. Smith, I've never seen any of these things before 
in my life. Please! You have to believe me!"

"Allison, maybe it would be best if you not say 
anything else until the police get here. I'm sure 
they'll want to question you before they place you 
under arrest, child."

"But Mr. Smith, someone must have put that paper bag in 
my bookbag when I wasn't looking. That stuff doesn't 
belong to me. Please, believe me!"

"Here's a pad, Allison. Please write down your parent's 
names and how we can call them. I don't think they'll 
be able to get here before the police, but we can only 
try. Maybe your mother can ride down in the squad car 
with you to jail."

I cut off the videotape and watched the poor, pitiful 
girl crying as she tried to scrawl her parent's names 
and phone numbers onto the pad of paper as her tears 
poured down her cheeks. She looked so lovely in her 
sorrow, her shiny dark hair looking almost as wet as 
her eyes.

"Allison, there is one chance that all this can be 
avoided. I could use discretion in your case if I could 
be convinced that you really had nothing to do with 
these items. It would be highly irregular and frankly 
I'm not at all sure that you could convince me."

"Please, Mr. Smith! I'll do anything! Please don't call 
the police. Please don't call my parents."

"I don't know, Allison. If anyone else were to find out 
about this, you would have to go to jail immediately. 
You'd have to trust me and tell me the absolute truth 
as I investigate. If you lie to me even once, I'd have 
to call the police immediately. The evidence, the 
videotape, everything speaks for itself, Allison. It's 
very damaging. I'm sure you'd be convicted as it 
stands."

Oh please, Mr. Smith! Please help me!"

"Well, we can try, Allison, but like I said, any lying 
or any resistance at all and I'd have to report this. 
Do you understand? Do you agree to cooperate with me 
fully?"

"YES! Oh yes, Mr. Smith. Thank you!"

"Okay then, Allison. The first thing that I am required 
to do is to make sure you don't have any more drugs or 
weapons on you. I have to search your purse and then 
search to make sure you're not carrying anything on 
you. Do you understand? Are you sure you want to do 
this?"

"Yes, please. I don't have anything else."

I asked to see her purse. There was nothing in it but 
little girl things: makeup, notes from friends and 
tampons. Whenever I spread her package of tampons on 
the table top in front of her and made a point of 
inspecting them thoroughly, she grew crimson with 
embarrassment.

"Okay, Allison. There's nothing here, though I want to 
keep your purse for now until I have a chance to read 
these notes and letters. Please stand up, I have to 
check and see if you have any drugs or weapons hidden 
on you right now. That's it dear, just put your hands 
on the table and lean forward. Feet a little further 
apart, dear. Now don't take your hands off the table 
until I tell you it's okay."

I began at the top of her head with her hair. I love a 
young girl's hair. It feels so soft and alive when it's 
well maintained like Allison's was. I ran my fingers 
through her scalp, feeling the silky hair pass 
sensuously through them. Already, just by touching her, 
I began to develop an erection.

"Girls often hide needles in their hair, Allison. I 
have to be thorough."

She was wearing a blue knit pullover. I could see the 
outline of her bra against the loose fabric. Allison 
had small breasts that rode high on her chest. She was 
a good bit shorter than me and a bit on the slender 
side. 

I patted down her small shoulders, slipping a finger 
under her collar as I felt the soft skin of her throat 
and upper chest. I patted down her sides, reaching up 
to grasp her underarms, ostensibly feeling for needles 
and weapons but in reality just touching her in soft, 
sensitive places.

My search continued down her sides, grazing the 
outsides of her breasts. When I got to her waist, my 
hands circled the band between her top and her skirt. I 
pulled up on the loose folds of her blouse, untucking 
it from inside her skirt. I raised the hem and put my 
hands underneath it, feeling the soft, warm skin of her 
belly with both hands.

"Girls who deal drugs often hide their stash in their 
bras, Allison, because they think that no one would 
look there. I have to check, dear. Are you sure you'd 
rather me do this than call the police?"

Allison, embarrassed by all her prospects, took a 
moment to think. I decided right then that it was the 
last such moment of decision I would allow her. Slowly, 
sniveling as she did it, she nodded affirmatively and 
whispered, "Yes, Sir."

My hands slid upward until they encountered the bottom 
seam of her bra. From there, they traced the seam and 
the soft flesh it rested on all the way to the center 
of her back. When my hands hesitated there, Allison 
drew in a quick breath, obviously concerned that I 
would unhook the first defense of her chastity. 

Instead, I wedged the tips of my fingers under her bra 
and began to circle her small body once more. This 
time, as my hands reached her sides I also brought my 
thumbs up and under the edge and continued around until 
my fingers met again at her breastbone.

Having encountered neither contraband nor any 
resistance other than a sharp intake of breath, my 
hands raised upward slightly until they cupped the 
undersides of Allison's smallish breasts.

Squeezing her soft flesh, I pushed upward on her bra 
with the back of my hand until it rose out of the way. 
Cupping her tits completely, I felt the nipples expand 
and harden slightly against my palm. I didn't maul her 
though. She was still a little girl, even though she 
was at least sixteen. Instead, I let the nipples brush 
against my palms as I slid them slowly back and forth 
in circles.

Allison groaned and drew back, only to find that she 
was arching her buttocks into my hard crotch. That 
sensation only made her want to press forward where my 
hands were once again ready to embrace her. I leered 
over her shoulder as she vacillated back and forth. She 
was so pretty in her indecision.

Curving my palms inward, I caressed the upper slope of 
her little tits, then allowed them to slide down just 
enough to catch her erect nipples between my third and 
fourth fingers. As I squeezed her nipples firmly 
between my fingers, I cupped the tops of her breasts 
and rocked them back and forth, giving her nipples the 
slightest little twist with each movement of my wrists.

Allison's breathing became ragged, her bottom pressed 
against my crotch. Being shorter than I, my hard cock 
pressed into the soft upper reaches of her bottom. But 
that only meant that as she pressed back against me, 
she also pressed back against my testicles, stirring 
them with her movements.

"Please stop," she whispered pleadingly. It was such a 
soft whisper. Easy to ignore.

As my last two fingers gripped her nipples, I pulled 
out on them too, stretching them. When they had 
stretched out as far as they would go, Allison's face 
became contorted into a grimace and she began sucking 
air in through her teeth in quick gasps. 

Oh my, I really hadn't expected her to respond this 
quickly.

"Some girls hide things in their panties, Allison," I 
whispered in her ear, twisting her stretched out little 
nipples as I did so. "I think I'm going to have to 
check in your panties very thoroughly, Allison. Are you 
ready for me to check you there?"

"No, please don't," she pleaded softly.

"But I must, Allison," I replied, my warm breath 
flicking at her ear, my hands continuing to rub her 
tits. "Now remember, you have to answer everything 
truthfully. When I check inside your panties, are you 
going to be wet?"

"Please, no!"

"Answer my question, Allison," I said more insistently, 
twisting her nipples painfully this time. "Are you 
going to be wet when I check?"

"Yes. Yes. Oh god, you're hurting me."

"A drug dealing whore like you needs to be hurt, 
Allison. Do you think they'll treat you nicely in jail? 
A sweet piece of meat like you?"

Giving her nipples a last twist and tug, I reluctantly 
brought my hands out from under Allison's blouse, 
sliding them down her firm little body as I did so. 
When I got to her waist, I gripped it and pulled her 
back against me firmly, rocking her hips and grinding 
my cock into her soft ass.

After a moment of enjoying this feeling, I brought both 
hands down and lifted Allison's lengthy skirt and 
tucked the end into its waistband. By stepping back 
just a bit, I was clearly able to see her panties, a 
pretty pure white cotton with small girly blue and 
yellow flowers.

Allowing the tips of my fingers to barely touch one 
another, I put my hands full on Allison's dainty ass. I 
felt a shiver run through her body as I squeezed her 
buns, pulling the cheeks apart slightly as I massaged 
her. Then, while continuing that rhythm with the left 
hand, I slid my right hand to the front panel and 
rested it lightly until my big hands completely covered 
her cotton-encased mound.

The heat that was being generated from Allison's crotch 
was phenomenal. It was as though I could feel her 
vaginal lips blushing. There was a definite dampness to 
her panties that was lovely to feel. As my fingers 
began to press in and curl slightly, that dampness 
increased as the material was pressed into her wetness.

"Yes, Allison," I whispered softly in her ear. "You 
were right. You are definitely wet. We're about to find 
out how wet. I'm about to pull your panties down and 
slip my fingers in your crack and find out how really 
wet your are. I have to see if you're hiding anything, 
don't I? I know that naughty girls hide all sorts of 
things in their vaginas. Are you hiding anything in 
your cunt, Allison?"

"Please, I want to stop. Please stop!"

"Shut up, Allison. I don't want to hear you speak 
again. Spread your legs a little wider, slut. If you 
would just cooperate, this will all be over soon."

I pulled her panties down but not off, just enough to 
move them out of the way. Then, stepping to the side 
slightly, I allowed both hands to take possession of 
Allison's naked flesh.

The left hand draped over her asscheeks. As I curled 
them and squeezed, the tip of the middle finger sank 
deep and touched warm flesh in the crease. At the same 
time, the right hand draped over her bare mound in 
front. Sparse, soft hairs caressed the palm. When my 
fingers curled and cupped, the middle finger of that 
hand came to rest between Allison's soft vaginal lips.

What a response went through little Allison's body! 
Clearly I was touching what no man had ever touched 
before. There was panic in her eyes. Her jaw was 
trembling and she was standing on tiptoe, as though by 
trying to rise up on her toes she could escape the 
molestation of my hands.

The finger of my right hands slipped gradually between 
the crack, her fat pussy lips coming to rest on either 
side of it. The other fingers squeezed her puffy flesh 
against it. In this way, my finger began to worm its 
way into Allison's cunt.

"You are a wet little bitch," I spoke seductively into 
her ear. "I think you enjoy getting fingered and felt 
up. Do you, Allison? Do you enjoy my fingers feeling up 
your cunt and ass?"

"No, I..."

"I said shut up!" I growled at her. "Haven't you ever 
heard of a rhetorical question, you stupid slut? You 
think I need you to tell me that you like this when you 
cunt is so dripping wet? You think I'm listening to 
your lying mouth when your pussy is practically sucking 
my fingers inside your hungry holes?"

"No ..."

"If you don't shut that mouth right now, girl, I'll 
cram it full of my cock. I bet a slut like you would 
like that, Allison. I'll make a deal with you, whore. 
If you say anything else, I'm gonna shove my dick down 
your throat and I'm not going to be gentle. If you can 
keep quiet from now on, I won't do it. Is that a deal, 
whore? Please say yes, or say no for that matter. Just 
say anything at all. I want to feel my cock in your 
mouth."

My fingers and hands became more aggressive and 
searching. I kneaded her ass, squeezing it like white 
dough. My finger in her cunt began to curl and I 
slipped the tip into her hole and began to waggle it 
around. Allison's hips began to respond unconsciously, 
trying to pull away from the finger, only to be met 
with my other hand as it began to probe her ass. Back 
and forth her little hips went, slipping fingers first 
in cunt and then in ass.

In this fashion, despite her best efforts, Allison 
became more and more aroused. She almost acted as 
though oblivious to the way she was provoking her own 
arousal. Looking at her, seeing her unsuccessfully try 
to avoid my manipulations, one would wonder if she had 
ever masturbated at all. If she had simply held her 
hips still, it would have been better for her. As it 
was, she really was thrusting back and forth like a 
whore.

But this was no whore. This was a frightened, innocent 
girl being whipsawed by a man's experienced fingers and 
being aroused and excited beyond her wishes or desires. 
In a sense, it didn't matter what she wanted. My hands 
and her cunt conspired against her.

Allison's breathing came in gulps. Her eyes were closed 
and she was biting her upper lip. She would jerk every 
time my finger touched a deeper spot. My finger in her 
dry ass was now past the first joint. Her little 
nipples stood pointy under the knit top, even with her 
lumpy loose bra pushed up over them.

"You're about to cum for me, aren't you slut? Your cunt 
is about to cum hard on my finger, isn't it? I may 
revise our deal, a little. If you cum real good, I may 
just fuck you instead. Would you like that, whore? 
Would you like a big, thick cock inside you instead? 
Would you like me to bend you over this table and fuck 
you in your wet, cummy snatch?

"Go ahead, answer me! Answer me so I can throw you down 
on the floor and fuck your mouth right now. Or better 
yet, just cum for me so I can bend you over and fuck 
the shit out of you. Either way it's okay with me 
because from now on you're going to be my own special 
whore, Allison. From now on I may fuck you every 
morning and make you suck my cock every afternoon. 
Would you like that slut? Would that be enough cock for 
you?"

Allison's orgasm began in her stomach. She began to 
cramp as though she was folding in half. I could see 
her trying very hard to hold it back, but the force of 
it was too much to contain inside her little frame. I 
shoved into her cunt deeper with my finger and with my 
thumb, rubbed her clit faster. She squeezed down, 
trying to stop it, but her mouth opened into a 
grimacing oval and her body let loose. It may have been 
her first orgasm. I could definitely tell it was her 
hardest.

As she climaxed, I pumped her, front and back. With 
quick, sure movements I finger fucked her, stretching 
out her no-doubt virgin holes. As her first, hard 
convulsions settled into deeper ones, I held her close 
and allowed the fingers in both holes to pulse slowly 
in sync with one another.

What a gorgeous display! I love making these little 
whores cum and nothing is finer than making them cum 
the first time. Allison will have to be disciplined 
again very soon, I could tell. I would see to it, 
somehow.

I patted her pussy dry with a soft cloth and pulled her 
little flowered panties up snug. I pulled down her 
skirt and straightened the way it fell. Then I started 
to put Allison's books back into her bag.

I pushed Allison up straight. She had still been 
leaning against the table. I reached up under her 
blouse and straightened up her bra somewhat, being 
careful not to fondle her tits as I did. Then I grabbed 
a brush from my desk and smoothed down her hair as she 
stared at me with frightened eyes. Setting the brush 
aside, I took Allison's embarrassed face between my two 
hands. 

"Now listen to me, Allison Lawrence. If you ever have 
to come back here, I will fuck you. I'll fuck you so 
hard you may not be able to walk out the door. You've 
convinced me that the drugs weren't yours. You're just 
a poor little, mixed up slut. You're no drug dealer.

"I'm going to keep this videotape though. If you cause 
any more trouble, I can still use it. Now I want you to 
run to the girl's bathroom and freshen up.

"Oh, and Allison," I said softly while tilting her head 
and moving in to give her a deep, full kiss that left 
the little girl breathless. "You really did look 
beautiful when you came so hard on my fingers!"

Allison's eyes flew wide and she gulped and licked her 
lips. I let the little brunette loose and she 
practically flew from the room, her lovely shiny hair 
flowing out behind her.

I watched her as she ran away. These pretty little 
girls will be the death of me one day.

"Miss Rogers," I said into my intercom, paging my long-
time trusted assistant. "Could you cum in here, I need 
you."