Good Girl vs. Slut Ch. 05

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Trisha sat quietly in the chair across from the principal, frozen with fear. What was going to happen to her? To be caught in the boys' locker room like that…and by the principal! She hadn't even been having sex – it was only Britney and Mr. Braun – but it didn't matter. Principal Johnson was a huge man, strong and imposing, and with a mean-looking face; he was well-suited for his job. He was always intimidating to most of the students, and the cheerleader was no exception. Right now he was sitting across from Trisha, staring straight at her, his hands resting on his desk. Oh God…will he force me to tell him the entire thing? What I've been doing with Mr. Braun? That I did it all to get a good grade? She trembled slightly, clutching her hands together.

"Trisha, this is a very big deal. I can't believe that I caught you doing something like this. You don't seem like that kind of a girl."

Trisha hung her head. "I…I know. I just…"

"You're a good student, you work very hard. Everyone on the cheerleading squad seems to like you. Trisha, I would have thought that you were a very good girl."

Trisha tried to protest. "Please, Principal…I just-" But she didn't know what to say. She couldn't tell him why they were in the locker room; she couldn't tell him that she had been having sex with Mr. Braun. After that, what was left?

"Evidently, you are not a very good girl."

Trisha couldn't think of anything to say, so she kept still, her face red with shame.

"I think it goes without saying that you will be punished for what I've caught you doing. Can you think of an appropriate punishment for what you did? Hmm?"

The cheerleader looked up at the principal. He was still staring straight at her.

"Umm…I don't…know."

"Well, speak up. Suggest something."

"I could…umm…I could go to detention, I guess."

The principal quickly shook his head, and barked out a laugh, making the cheerleader jump in her chair. "Trisha, detention is for the students who run in the hallways, or who talk during study hall. Detention is something very normal for a student, and what you did is clearly not normal." He fixed his gaze on her again, and Trisha thought for a moment that there was something strange about his look.

"Well…um…I...mean…you could suspend me?" Trisha was too scared and frazzled to think of anything else to say. He won't stop staring at me…he must be really mad. What is he going to do to me…?

"Suspension isn't enough, Trisha." He shook his head a second time, still staring at her, and the frightened cheerleader winced. "You must understand that what you did is very, very wrong. You are going to have to be appropriately punished. We should come up with a proper punishment for what you did, don't you think?"

"Umm…okay." Trisha looked down at her lap. Her T-shirt was a bit wrinkled, her jeans hastily buttoned. Even as she looked down, Trisha could feel the principal's eyes on her, blazing right at her. Suddenly, Trisha began to feel uncomfortable. Principal Johnson wouldn't stop staring at her…what is he thinking about…? She risked a glance up at the principal and saw that his gaze was still fixed on her, but now it was starting to lower, directed at her body and not her face. There was definitely something strange about it. Instinctively, the cheerleader straightened out her blouse, pulling it down and making sure it covered her midriff. She crossed her legs, too, very tightly, and looked up just in time to see the principal's gaze following her legs as they moved.

"Maybe…I should be suspended for longer, I guess…" Her voice was strained now, and slightly desperate.

Principal Johnson stood up, and then, for the first time, Trisha saw it. That strange glint in his eyes, it was animalistic, carnal. A glint of evil.

"No, no, darling. You're still not understanding. I caught you having sex in the locker room. You need a proper punishment for that."

Trisha looked up at him with a confused look on her face, but she was starting to realize what he wanted. She saw the look again in his eyes; a desire to take her, to fuck this young girl, who he probably thought was just the regular high school slut. He thought he had seen her having sex with another teacher, and now he felt entitled to the same service. Involuntarily, Trisha's hands went to her lap, as if they could somehow shield her from Principal Johnson's lust. Desperately, she continued to feign innocence. "What…what do you mean, Principal Johnson?"

"What, Trisha, you're still not getting the idea?"

Trisha swallowed, hard. No…I get the idea more than you know…

"I want you to fuck me liked you fucked Mr. Braun."

Trisha gasped. He knew it was Mr. Braun?"

"Yes, dear, that's right. I saw you. Both of you. I saw what a little slut you are. And I want you to ride up and down on my dick and tell me how much you love it. I want you to act like the dirty little slut you are."

Trisha looked up in horror at his words. Half of her was rife with indignation and anger at his words – she wasn't a slut! Not like Britney, anyway. Mr. Braun forced me into it! But the other half of her was overcome with horror. Principal Johnson was such a powerful man, and he could easily force himself upon her. She shivered in fear at the thought; it was as if her entire body was radiating with terror. Frazzled, she tried to think of the best way to call for help, but the principal seemed to read her mind.

"The door is locked, Trisha. And the secretary is away on an errand. She's the only one that could hear you."

Trisha shivered again. "Principal Johnson, I-I'm…I'm not that kind of girl. I just…you have the wrong idea."

Principal Johnson barked out a laugh. "The wrong idea? Who are you trying to fool, Trisha, me or you?" The principal was massaging his crotch now, eyeing the young cheerleading up and down with hungry eyes. "Out of nowhere, your grades in Mr. Braun's class start shooting up. I figured you were just trying

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