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. This story is part of the Lily series. Visit /~Mythos/ for the full story. Please provide any feedback to mythos@nym.hush.com. I especially appreciate constructive criticism. ________________________________________________________________ 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.