Caught! Ch. 01

Note to the reader: There is some reluctance on the part of a character in this story. I did not place the story under "non-consent/reluctance" because, by the end of Part 2, she is no longer reluctant! ;)"

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Locking the door of his office behind him, Andrew Wright pocketed his keys and strode down the hall. As he rounded the corner, he heard sound coming from one of the classrooms. He was surprised to see a light on in room 214 and the door slightly ajar. He approached the door of the classroom but stopped to survey the situation before entering the room.

In the windowsill, a young girl leaned with her head thrown back, wild, frizzy brown hair falling over her shoulders, throat exposed. The sound he had heard was coming from her mouth, a whining, moaning sound. It was being caused by the boy who was pressed against her, kissing the side of her neck. One of his hands was at her back, holding her steady. The other was under her skirt, pawing at her in the clumsy way that teenaged boys do. Her sounds told Andrew that this wasn't all pleasurable for her. The moans went from pleasure to indecision to just a hint of pain, to disappointment and back again. He heard all of this in the short little sounds she was making as the boy's hand moved under her skirt. But in the thrust of her hips and the urgency of her moans, she demanded something, and Andrew guessed that it wasn't the first time she had been touched like this.

Oh, he had her now. He had her exactly where he'd never really let himself admit that he wanted her.

"Just WHAT exactly is going on in HERE?" he asked in a booming voice as he entered the room. Both of the teens looked up, caught red-handed, terror-stricken.

Tommy's reaction was to start babbling. "We're both 18, Mr. Wright. We're both 18, so you can't tell our parents. Right? Right?" His face was desperate.

"Tommy, you don't want to talk right now," he advised. "Report to my office tomorrow morning at 8:30. I'll deal with you then."

Tommy fled, and Andrew advanced on the girl, who had begun to cry with the desperation of her situation. Not only was Andrew Wright her principal, he was her father's best friend.

Jordyn was in a flood of tears. "You can't tell Daddy. He'll absolutely kill me!" she wailed. Andrew hated to admit that she was not far wrong. Victor Wray ruled his daughter with an iron fist. Andrew had tried to intervene a time or two, when he thought his friend was being especially unreasonable, only to be told in no uncertain terms to mind his own business. Victor's wife was quiet and meek, not given to interfering with her husband's methods. Yes, Victor would make Jordyn's life miserable if he ever had any indication of behavior like this.

In an authoritative voice, Andrew said, "There's no need for all of this crying and carrying on, Jordyn. Go to the restroom and wash your face, and when you've calmed down, come and meet me in my office."

Sitting behind his desk, Andrew's baser instincts wrestled with every once of decency and sense in him. She was legal, sure, almost 19 in fact, a 12th grader taking an extra year before college. But he was still more than twice her age. And if he did what he was thinking of doing and it ever got out, it would cost him his career.

Andrew chuckled bitterly as he reflected that, without meaning to, Jordyn Wray had already cost him his marriage. His wife had been right in thinking that Andrew had an improper regard for the girl, but in the end, she wouldn't take his word that he'd never acted on it after Jordyn turned 18. The letter she'd written him when she told him she wanted a divorce had said that she loved him enough not to ruin his career by saying anything to anyone else, but that she couldn't be in a marriage with someone who'd cheated with someone young enough to be his own child. Through the ordeal, Andrew had chosen to keep silent and go along with most of what his wife had wanted. He knew that even a whisper, untrue though it might be, of improper conduct with a student, would be the end of him. So, he'd let Audrey walk away from him with very little fuss, though it had ripped him apart inside.

By the time Jordyn returned to stand before him, Andrew was angry with her, more so about his failed marriage than about her misdeeds with Tommy Birchfield. The pleading, desperate look in her eyes softened him just enough. For the moment, common sense ruled and he set his mind to do only what he should. Filled with resolution, he rose from his desk and came instead to sit on the sofa. Jordyn shifted from where she stood and turned to face him there.

"Jordyn, this is going to mean a suspension, and although you are eighteen, your parents still have the right to know why you're being disciplined."

Her face crumpled and so did she. Andrew would have though it a cliché exaggeration if he hadn't seen it for himself, but she actually dropped to her knees in front of him as she said, "Mr Wright, you just CAN'T tell my father. I'm begging you! You know how Daddy is. He'll absolutely kill me. Please, you can't tell him. I'll accept any punishment you give me. Anything you want!" She looked up at him doe-eyed, and then he almost lost himself again, for the thought had flashed across his mind that this is exactly how he wanted to see her look, kneeling and ready to obey, before she sucked his cock.

Her curly, frizzy brown hair fell over her round face, her cheeks were rosy with emotion. And her mouth! She'd scrubbed off the lipstick but her lips were still impossibly pink and full, so that she was half-pouting, even when she wasn't. He tried not to think too hard about what he wanted her to do with those lips.

"Stand up," he told her, and she jumped to her feet.

He looked at her and realized that he didn't know what he was going to do with her. He knew what he *wanted* to do, but the sensible part of his brain was trying to tell him that she was eighteen years old, a student at his school, and his best friend's daughter. He *couldn't* do what he wanted to do. But he couldn't just do nothing either. He would never forgive himself if he let this chance go to waste. What to do, what to do?

Jordyn was looking at the floor and shuffling her feet, very much like a young child in trouble. Andrew looked at her again and suddenly knew what he would do. He meant to spank her. He would still get to hold her, touch her, look at her, hear her moan and groan and squeal. But he hoped that in punishing her like a child, he would remember that, for all intents and purposes, she was one, and that he shouldn't do anything further.

"Jordyn," he said, "I believe that your father used to spank you when you disobeyed. I know that he stopped a number of years ago, thinking that you were too old. But right now, I think a spanking may be exactly what you need to help you understand what is going on here. You are still a little girl, but you are trying to act like an adult. I am going to punish you like a little girl, and hopefully this will help you keep in mind that you have a long way to go before you're grown up."

The look on Jordyn's face was one of disbelief. "Mr Wright, you can't SPANK me." She said. "That's...I mean, like, my Dad hasn't spanked me in years. I'm way too old for that now. And do you really expect me to lay down in your lap and get a spanking? I mean, ew, gross Mr. Wright. Why would you even want to do that?"

"I have no desire to spank you, Jordyn," he lied, "but I think it is the fastest way that you can learn the lesson that you need to learn. So I can spank you, or I can pick up this phone and call your father. Which is it?"

She considered for less than 10 seconds, and then, by the slump of her shoulders, he knew he had her.

"Have you decided to accept a spanking?" he asked. She nodded glumly.

"Then get over here, and I want you to lie across my knees," he instructed.

He pulled the chair out from behind his desk and she assumed the position like someone who has been in it many times before, draped across his lap, balancing herself on her hands in front and her toes behind, her ass upturned and waiting. And what a nice ass it was, he could tell even though she was still dressed. Full, young and firm. He rested his hand on it and had to stop himself from caressing her. Instead, he raised his hand and brought it down with a thud. Jordyn gave a yell.

"Quiet little girl," he said, "there's a lot more where that came from." He continued to let his hand rise and fall, slapping out a steady rhythm on her ass, trying unsuccessfully not to notice how those young, firm cheeks felt under his hands. When he lifted her skirt and brought his hand down on her panties, she squirmed away and almost came off his lap.

"You still have two choices, Jordyn." He said, "I can stop right now and call your Dad. He'll never believe that I spanked you, but he certainly will believe what I caught you doing with Tommy. Just last week, he called and asked me to keep an eye on you around that boy." Andrew was lying again, but Jordyn didn't know that. She was stil, and let him continue. With her skirt up and her thin white panties stretched tightly across her ass, Andrew could see the bounce and rebound of Jordyn's round cheeks every time his hand fell. She squealed and kicked, protesting mightily. Her struggles did nothing but turn him on, and he let her squirm, only because he thought that if she stayed still for too long, the hard length of his throbbing erect cock would be unmistakable against her belly.

When he hooked two fingers into the waistband of her panties, Jordyn reached back her hand to stop him. "Oh no, sir, please," she said, "It would be so embarrassing for you to see my..." she trailed off.

The way she said, "sir" this time instead of "Mr. Wright." The high, innocent squeak of her voice. The way she couldn't finish the sentence, speaking any word for what was between her legs...all of it reminded Andrew that, no matter how hard he was trying to deny it, he wanted her. Damn it, he wanted her. And he wanted to see the rosy glow and feel the heat that his spanking had put on her flesh. Despite her protestations, and against his better judgement, he grabbed her panties and yanked them down past her knees.

As soon as he had done it, he knew that he had passed the point of no return. Her upturned ass, quivering under his gaze glowed rosy pink, almost red. Just a little further down, a sight so sexy it actually hurt him. Where the panties had come away from the pouting lips of her pussy, the wetness of her juices had flowed out, making her slit shiny and slick.

Andrew breathed a long, low, "Ohhhh" and raised his hand again and again, spanking her hard now, watching with delight as her ass cheeks jiggled and quivered. His hand glanced off those twin globes in sharp half-swipes that made her jump, then his palm landed full, open handed slaps that made her yell. He hooked one of his legs over both of hers and spanked her hard, until her cheeks were hot to the touch and absolutely red. She squealed, she tried to kick and squirm, but he held her still, and all the while, juice oozed from her pussy, making it impossible for her to say she wasn't enjoying this.

Andrew let her up, but not before peeling her panties the rest of the way down her legs. The scent of her juices on them was the scent of freedom to him.

"I have you now, Jordyn," he told her. You have to do whatever I want."

She looked at him, confused. He held up the panties.

"Your father would never believe the real reason why these are wet," said Andrew, "but he certainly might believe me if I told him that I found them on the floor of a classroom where I also found you with Tommy Birchfield's hand up your skirt.

She looked at him, defeated, knowing he was right.

"So are you going to do whatever and exactly what I tell you to do?"

"Yes Mr. Wright."

"Yes sir," he corrected.

"Yes sir," she repeated.

With the last ounce of sense and decency in him, he set the stage.

"Jordyn, I'm, going to ask you some questions, and you need to answer me honestly, no matter how embarrassing, do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

"When I came in, Tommy had his hand up your skirt. He was touching your private area-" he paused. Given the situation there was no need for propriety any more- "your pussy, wasn't he?"

"Yes sir." She looked at the floor and blushed.

"And has he ever put his fingers inside your pussy?" asked Andrew.

"Yes sir," she said again, low

"And have you ever, ever, even once let him put his penis in your mouth, Jordyn?"

She blushed an even deeper shade of crimson and looked away again as she nodded. He liked that answer. He hadn't been going to make her do it if she hadn't before, but damn it, he wanted to feel those pink lips wrapped around his cock.

"And has he ever used his mouth on your pussy? Jordyn looked up, and then at the floor again, and this time, she shook her head.

He liked that answer too. This was a first he had no qualms about claiming from her. He could slurp up all of the delicious juice from her little peach, and if she'd never been tongued there before, she'd probably lose her mind. Loudly, he hoped.

"Jordyn," asked Andrew, gravely, "Have you ever had sex with Tommy?"

"No, sir." She shook her head, and this time, she would meet his eyes.

"Never, ever?"

"Never, ever, sir."

"You're still a virgin, Jordyn?"

"Yes, sir," she said, and he cursed the fact.

If no one had yet taken that precious flower, he wasn't going to be the first, but damn how he'd wanted to give that pouty little pussy a good fucking.

You can't have every damn thing. He admonished himself silently.

But he would have as much as he thought he could. And he planned to enjoy it thoroughly.