Author: Mythos
Title: High school days (Disciplinary action)
Universe: Lily
Version: 2
Date: Aug 7, 2019
Word Count: 3600
Keywords: m+f, Mf, prost, anal, sm
Summary: Lily's time at middle school focuses around whoring
         herself after her older sister forces her to earn $100
         a day. Her principal tries to intervene, only to be
         seduced.

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High school days
(Disciplinary action)

by Mythos

   One hundred dollars. That was Lily's quota.

   That was the minimum she had to earn for her older sister,
Evelyn, every single school day, and she earned the money
through selling her body.

   Evelyn didn't make her do it for the income. It was paltry
compared to the lucrative clients Evelyn sold Lily to on the
weekends. The money wasn't for proof either. Both Evelyn and
Lily knew that Lily would whore herself simply because Evelyn
told her to. If Evelyn disappeared from her Lily's life, Lily
would probably still be in the boy's bathroom every day, letting
boy after boy take her however they wanted in exchange for their
lunch money. It was who she was now.

   A whore.

   *That* was why Evelyn made her charge. This way, every person
in Lily's life, including Lily herself, would never forget that.

   That hundred dollars made sure whoring was always on Lily's
mind. While she sat through classes, she was working out how
many more boys she needed to seduce that day. During lunch and
breaks, she'd be in bathrooms or closets, on her knees sucking
cocks, or hugging boys close with her legs while they plundered
her cunt. After school, when other kids were heading home or
playing sports, she might head to her sister's high school to
service the swim team boys with whichever of her holes they
wanted. It occupied her life.

   The hundred dollars also pushed her to change. Back when
Evelyn first forced this quota on her, earning the hundred was
relatively easy. Boys might pay $20 or $50 when Lily awkwardly
offered them a blowjob. But time passed. Her classmates' funds
ran down, and her reputation spread. Boys expected more for
less. It forced her to grow from the meek, self-conscious girl
she once was into a more versatile whore who used her assets.

   She dressed the part. Evelyn and Lily would modify her
clothes to cheat the dress code. All her skirts inched shorter
over time. Her blouse buttons were removed, exposing her growing
cleavage. She advertised her body now, instead of hiding it like
she once did.

   She put herself out there now--flirting, enticing, haggling.
Nearly all moments she wasn't in class, she spent fucking or
sucking, or earning more clients.

   High schoolers would snap pictures as they took turns with
her, laughing and jeering all the while. Her classmates would
spread rumors about what a gross slut she was, only to secretly
pay her for favors in the cleaning closet. Boys might grope her
in the halls as though they had every right to her body. She
didn't mind any of it anymore. She enjoyed the power her body
had over boys, even as they pretended to be above her, and she
craved the sex, even though her inexperienced and clumsy
classmates rarely got her off. It left her feeling used and
humiliated, but those feeling were fitting. She was nothing but
a whore, all because her sister wanted it.

   There was one form of abuse she received which was a
nuisance, and that was the attention she gained from the other
girls. Lily took the boys' attention away from them, and she'd
attracted more than a few of their boyfriends. This was
unacceptable to them. Soon came the rumors and pranks.

   Sometimes, they resorted to cornering and beating her.
However, she was not the meek little girl she once was. She'd
fight back ferociously.

   One of these attacks landed her in the principal's office
along with Allison, the ringleader of the bullies.

   The two arrived covered in scratches and bruises. Principal
Horn stared disapprovingly at them with his bushy gray eyebrows
furrowed.

   "Fighting?" he asked.

   "It wasn't my fault," said Alison. "She knocked me down and
hit me." She lifted a cold compress on her face to show her
bleeding lip.

   "Did you?" he asked Lily.

   "No. I mean, yeah. But they attacked me first."

   "They?"

   "Her and all her friends."

   "That's not true!" shrieked Alison. "Everyone else was just
trying to pull this psycho off of me."

   "They've done this before," continued Lily. "They waited
until I was alone in the locker room."

   "*No we did not.*"

   "Enough," he said. "It doesn't matter who started it. We
don't fight in this school. If you have a problem. You talk to a
teacher. Understood?"

   "What was I supposed to do?" Allison said shrilly. "She
*attacked* me."

   Horn silenced her. "I don't care. Detention. Both of you, and
I'll be calling both of your parents."

   "That's not fair!"

   "I'll see you Friday afternoon, Allison. You're dismissed."

   In a huff, Alison stormed off. Lily rose.

   Principal Horn stopped her. "I'm not done with you, Lily.
Stay."

   Lily sat back down.

   Frowning, he regarded her a long while. "Lily. This is the
third fight you've been in this year. What's going on with you?"

   She shrugged. "They attacked me. I was just changing."

   "I believe you. I know enough about Allison and her circle to
know who started the fight. She's not one of our most stellar
students. But you..." He circled around his desk and sat beside
Lily in the chair Alison had just occupied. "*You* are. You've
nearly been a straight A student ever since you came to Gillian
Hills. Isn't that right?"

   "Yeah."

   "So you can understand why I'm concerned about all these
fights."

   "I'm sorry," said Lily.

   "Do you know why those girls would pick a fight with you?"

   "No."

   His brow furrowed. "Are you *sure*?"

   "Yes."

   "Lily. A lot of students come through my office. I learn
about what's going on in my school through them, and lately,
I've heard very troubling things about you. Would you know what
I'm talking about?"

   She shook her head.

   He continued. "I remember when you first came to this school.
I was so glad that you weren't following in your sister's
footsteps. She had a self-destructive streak. Her behavior
unbecoming of a girl her age. *You* on the other hand, are a
bright, disciplined young girl. You've got your entire life
ahead of you. If you keep up your grades, you could get into a
top notch college. You could really make something of your
life."

   She nodded.

   "So it bothers me to hear the same sort of rumors about you
that I used to hear about your sister. I hear them, and I think,
‘they can't be talking about the Lily *I* know,' but they are.
You've changed." He gestured to her clothes. "Just look at the
way you've been dressing. Look at this."

   "It fits the dress code," she said.

   "I'm sure it does. Barely, but this is scandalous compared to
how you dressed last year. And these horrible rumors I've heard
that you've been flaunting yourself shamelessly... and engaging
sexually with several boys. Some rumors that are even worse than
what I used to hear about Evelyn. Is this true?"

   "No."

   "Last month, you were brought in here because you walked
through the school naked."

   "I was dressed in a towel," Lily protested. "I told you why.
The other girls--"

   Horn stopped her. "It doesn't matter why. When most people
have their clothes stolen while they're showering, they ask
someone for help. They don't strut through the halls to get a
change of clothing from their locker."

   "I didn't want them to think they'd bothered me."

   He sighed. "Something's going on with you, Lily. What is it?"

   "Nothing. I'm fine."

   "How are things at home?"

   "Fine. Better."

   "Better?"

   "Yeah."

   "You should know I've already called your mother several
times this year."

   "Oh."

   "I told her about the things I've heard about you. Do you
know what her reply was?"

   Lily could guess, but she shook her head.

   "Indifference. I expect the same reaction when I tell her
about your fight today. Does that sound like how a mother should
react?"

   She shrugged.

   "Is this a cry for help?" he asked.

   She openly sighed. "No, it's not," but she already knew he
wouldn't accept that. He was treating her like a victim. Adults
did this to her sometimes. They'd want to help, but they
wouldn't actually listen to anything she said.

   "Then what is it, Lily? You're spiraling. You're heading down
the same path as your sister... and from what I hear, your
mother too."

   Lily blinked. "Did you just call my mom a whore?"

   "No, No. I'm only concerned that you're headed down a bad
path. You're letting boys take advantage of you."

   "No one is taking advantage of me. I'm just fine, and I'm
keeping good grades, aren't I?"

   "Yes..."

   "And I'm not breaking the dress code, right?" To emphasize
her point, Lily stood and smoothed her skirt. "See? Six inches
from the waist. You can measure it."

   "I'm sure it matches the letter of the dress code, but it's
not in the spirit of--"

   "Of what? The idea is that I'm decent at all times, and
look." She turned and hinged at the waist, pointing her rear at
him. The hem of her skirt just *barely* covered her panties. She
turned to find him staring. "See? Everything is covered."

   This wasn't helping convince him to leave her alone, but
there wouldn't be any convincing him. At least by teasing him,
she might get him to give up, or at least she'd have her fun.

   Principal Horn coughed awkwardly. "Yes. I'm not saying you're
violating the dress code. Please, sit down." The man was flush.
Lily sat back down, sinking over the arm of the chair so that
her leg remained draped over it. It left her legs spread. If he
glanced down, he'd see plenty... and he *was* glancing.

   "Sit *normally*, Lily."

   She pulled her leg off the arm and crossed them. Leaning
back, she put her body on display. She eyed him furtively, her
eyes filled with innocence, yet still inviting. It was a
practiced look, it had encouraged many clients to ravage her.
Principal Horn looked delightfully flustered.

   "What I'm saying is that you've changed. I don't want you to
become like your sister."

   "Why not? Maybe I like who I am now."

   "You may think that letting boys sleep with you is making you
popular, but it's not the attention you want. They ridicule you,
and talk about you like you were some kind of conquest, or an
easy lay."

   She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward. Her blouse tented
down, giving him a view down her wide neck line which he
inadvertently glanced. "I don't care what they think about me,"
she said.

   "You should. The boys are just using you for their own end
because you're letting them. They don't care about you. They're
not treating you the way you deserve to be treated."

   "Then how should I be treated?"

   "By someone who cares about you. Who doesn't see you as some
sex object."

   "*You* care about me, don't you?" She struggled not to grin
when the remark made him shuffle awkwardly. The man was flush.
His legs were pressed together, to hide arousal, she guessed. It
occurred to her that while she was just teasing him, he might
just actually be as interested in her as she was implying.

   "Lily..." He glanced at the door.

   "I'm happy, sir." Lily slid from her seat so she was kneeling
before him. It hadn't been her imagination. He was trying to
hide his erection. "I like who I am now. I'd never want to go
back, but maybe you're right. Maybe I don't know how a man
should treat me." Her hand rested on his thigh.

   "Lily!" He scooted up his seat away from her. "Why are you
doing this? Why would you even think about doing what you're
doing right now?"

   When he tried to move her hand aside, she caught it and
pulled it toward her, pressing it to her breast. Though he was
tense, he didn't pull away. "Maybe," she said, "If someone were
to treat me right, I'd see. Or maybe..." she pulled his hand
farther down. "I need to be punished for how I'm behaving."

   He yanked his hand away. They stared at one another, him
frowning, her with doe eyes. He squirmed out of his chair and
walked to the door. With his hand on the handle, it seemed he
was on the verge of escorting her out, yet after long
deliberation, he instead slid the door bolt.

   She'd won. Lily's body had given her power over him. When he
turned back, none of her inner triumph showed. She only stared
innocently.

   He returned and took a seat farther from her. She had to
crawl to him. When she put her hands on his pants, he stopped
her. "You shouldn't be like this," he said, but the words were
hollow. Lily already had him.

   "I'm exactly what I want to be, and I know what I want." She
wormed her hands from his grip and returned to his pants. This
time, he didn't stop her when she unzipped him. His veiny cock
sprang free. A bush of gray hair tufted out along its base.

   She swallowed it till her lips pressed against the graying
hairs. Her hands massaged his old balls with finesse. She bobbed
up and down, slicking his cock with saliva. A professional
couldn't do better, but that's exactly what she was.

   His breath was heavy. "You were such a sweet girl once," he
said. He still thought of her as a victim.

   Lily climbed into his lap, pulled her panties aside, and
impaled herself on him, all swiftly enough that he had no time
to resist. "I still am," she whispered.

   She hugged him tight as she rocked up and down. This was more
tender than what she was used to.

   "Hold on," he said. "I don't think... ah..."

   He tried to pull her off, but she held tight. He clutched her
hips, firing cum inside her. She slowed.

   He caught his breath. "This was wrong. I shouldn't have let
you do that. You... I... *You* shouldn't have done this."

   She looked at him innocently. "Does this mean I have another
detention?"

                               #

   That evening, Lily told Evelyn everything.

   "Oh my God." Evelyn laughed. "Principal Horn <<Horn vs sir>>?
Isn't he in his seventies now? How disgusting was it?"

   "I've had worse."

   "Yeah, you have. I always knew that old man was a pervert. He
used to watch the volleyball team with the grossest smile."

   "He wants me to serve detention in his office on Friday."

   "I bet he does. Do it. Do everything he wants, then push him
further."

   Lily expected as much.

   Friday after school, Lily arrived at Principal Horn's office
late. Four boys had paid her $15 a piece to fuck her in the
ass--too much money to pass up. As an encore, they wanted her to
squeeze the cum in her ass into her palm and lick it off. She
obliged, but it meant stopping to brush her teeth so Horn
wouldn't smell anything on her breath.

   "Nice of you to finally join me," he said.

   "I'm sorry. I got held up."

   "I'm sure."

   He had her sit before his desk while he shut the blinds and
locked the door.

   "You know why I've asked you to serve your detention here?"

   "Why?"

   "Because what you did last time was wrong. You shouldn't be
behaving like that, not with me, not with anyone. You've been
acting like a little tramp."

   "I'm sorry, sir," she said guiltily. Lily recognized role
play when she saw it.

   "You should be focusing on your studies, yet you insist on
spreading your legs for every boy you see. You let them mistreat
you. Is that right?"

   "I can't help myself."

   His tone was different today. Apparently having already
crossed the bridge once, he'd gained confidence.

   "What are you going to do to me?" she asked.

   "Bend over my desk. Now."

   Lily did so. Her ass pointed to him. He lifted her skirt and
rested it on her back. His hand cupped her ass. "Is this what
you want? To be molested?"

   Lily whimpered.

   He pulled her panties down to her knees. "What's this?" He
spread her cheeks and looked at her red asshole. "Have you let
someone sodomize you."

   "Yes," she admitted.

   "When?"

   "Just before I came here. That's why I was late."

   "You disobedient little girl. You couldn't even make it to my
office before letting some boys have their way with you. You
think you crave that rough treatment? You don't know what rough
treatment is. Maybe I should show you."

   He took up a ruler from his desk. No sooner did she realize
what he was doing did she feel the wood strike her ass. The
blows came hard. Each caused her to twitch. Soon, her ass glowed
in pain.

   Dropping the ruler, Horn struggled with his pants. His cock
sprang free. In moments he stabbed into her drooling pussy. His
thrusts were violent. This was not the gentle tenderness he told
her she deserved. He was using her like a cheap whore. No one
would want to see this ugly, unromantic scene. The principal
grunted and shot his semen into her.

   He stopped, unmounted like a dog done with his bitch, then
fastened his trousers.

   "You didn't enjoy that, did you?"

   "No, sir."

   "Then I hope the lesson is clear. That's your future if you
don't mend your ways and behave like a proper young lady. "

   Lily looked at him guiltily. "I'll try, sir. But what if I
slip into my old ways?"

   "Then you'll come back here next week, and we'll see whether
the lesson took, or if you need more punishing."

   Fridays became a regular session for them. Every time she'd
arrive and tell him she'd been sleeping with more boys.
Sometimes cum would still be dripping from her holes. Every time
he would beat her.

   The sessions really took off when he started drinking. When
she'd arrive, he'd take out a hidden bottle of scotch and get
started. After that, all his reserve went out the window. He'd
beat her breasts, her stomach, her legs, her arms, even her
knuckles. Then he'd flip her around and score her back and ass
with twice as many strikes. As he got drunker, he struck harder
until even she could barely tolerate it.

   Once, when he was staggering drunk, and she was fully naked,
he surprised her with ropes. He tied her down on his desk, face
up with her legs pressed to her chest. Behind her, he forced his
cock into her ass.

   "Is this what you let the boys do to you?" he demanded.
"You're just like your slut sister. Is this what you want?"

   He came quickly. Pulling about, he shuffled around muttering.
Using her discarded blouse, he wiped his wilting cock clean. She
watched him. He wore only a sleeveless undershirt. It draped
over his old, gaunt frame. Its whiteness made his papery skin
seem paler. Waist down he was naked. His ass was shriveled. His
pendulous scrotum hung between his knobby legs. An unkempt
thicket of gray hair covered his entire crotch. Errant hairs
sprouted along his shaft.

   Letting that hideous old man use her was humiliating--almost
nauseating--yet here she was anyway, tied to his desk for him to
use as he please, all because it amused her sister so. The
depravity of it made her wet.

   The ruler he'd used to whip her was across the room, where
he'd drunkenly tossed it. He shuffled to his pants and fetched
his leather belt. It seemed he wasn't done.

   Turning on her, he whipped her breasts. "You're still not
learning your lesson, are you?" he said between snaps. "You're
going to end up a cheap whore, just like your whore mother! Your
whole goddamn family is a bunch of harlot sluts! I don't know
why I'm wasting my time trying to help you. You just never
learn."

   He didn't stop until she was sobbing, but he wasn't done. He
shuffled around to her front.

   Hard again, he stuck his cock, hardly cleaned by his earlier
wiping, down her throat. "Do you suck the other boys like this?
Even after their little dicks has been in your ass?"

   Tied up on her back, Lily's had her head hanging over the
desk's edge. She could hardly move as he fucked her face like
another cum hole. Tears streamed down her face. She gagged
repeatedly. He never let up, not even when some of her roughest
clients would. He was punishing demons of his own, not just
Lily.

   Seeing her legs tied wide open before him, he had a bright
idea. Suddenly, his belt cracked upon her pussy. She screamed
into his cock. It only encouraged him. Again and again, he
whipped her exposed cunt. She writhed, trying to evade. Painful
as it was, each strike was bringing her to the brink of ecstasy.

   Soon it became too much for both of them. Lily thrashed as an
orgasm struck her, just as he fired cum straight down her
throat.

   When he finished, he pulled out and staggered onto his chair.
Lily gasped for breath.

   "Has the lesson stuck?" he said breathlessly. "Are you going
to behave now?"

   "I..." She too was catching her breath. "I don't think it
has."

   "Then you'll return here next week."

   She did. Right up until graduating middle school, he punished
her for her ways every Friday. She never did learn to be a
proper girl though.