It was Costume Day at St. Anne’s School for Girls. It was in my opinion one of the most exciting days of the year, because we could ditch our scrubby wool uniforms, tight buns, knee high socks, and mary jane’s for a halloween costume the entire day.

Being a very strict religious school however, we still had ridiculous limitations on what we could wear. No visible cleavage. hemlines above the knees, fishnet, loose hair, makeup, or props. Most girls came to school dressed as fucking bananas, or teletubbies or some shit like that. But me? I was a rule breaker by nature and this was my last year of highschool. I planned to break every stupid rule this Halloween.

I cut the engine of my car, taking down my passenger mirror to check my makeup. Yes makeup. I did a smoky eye that I learned about last night in a Cosmopolitan magazine. Red lipstick that I stole from my mom, and rouge. My hair was down, loose, and long. It was nice and wavy from the years of pleats and buns I’ve had to tie it up in.

My costume was the ultimate fuck you to the school. It was...a school girl outfit. You know the kind you see in movies? A red plaid miniskirt that ended right below my ass over fishnet tights and heeled black boots. A tight white blouse that I buttoned up only halfway exposing my ample cleavage that had barely seen the light of day for the past 4 years. I even added a choker around my neck and put some glitter on my eyelids.

I knew I’d probably get sent home before I even stepped foot in the school, but I enjoyed the feeling of being rebellious on my favorite holiday. It wouldn’t even be a waste considering Jack Tilbaum, the quarterback on the football team of our Brother school, invited me to his Halloween party tonight.

A few girls in the parking lot catcalled at me as I strolled through the lot. A few others shook their heads and did the sign of the cross, whispering with the other nice nancies about me of course.

I tossed my hair back and entered the building, literally making heads turn.

I took my things out of my locker, smiling at passing classmates who remarked positively on my outfit. After about a minute I closed my locker and standing on the other side of it was the principal, Mr. Kelly who stared disapprovingly at me with his arms crossed. My office now Lola.

I rolled my eyes and followed him into his office, decorated with religious figurines and pictures. I dumped my bag on the ground and sat down, crossing my legs.

Mr. Kelly was your typical middle-aged school principal. Mildly attractive but mostly annoying and slightly creepy. He stared not so covertly at my breasts and cleared his throat. “Lola, your costume is clearly in violation of the school rules which were expressed quite clearly to you and your peers. I’d like to know why you decided to so blatantly break the rules today? Costume Day is a privilege that we want our girls to enjoy. And while creativity and enjoyment are encouraged, there are boundaries that you have overstepped. So? What do you have to say for yourself young lady?

I stood up slowly, keeping my eyes on Mr. Kelly. I walked to his office door and flipped the lock. He stared at me silently as I approached his desk and leaned over it. My breasts nearly spilled out of my top and he could not resist having a nice long look.

“I’m so sorry for breaking the rules Mr. Kelly. Are you going to...punish me?”

“You can absolutely expect detention for your behavior Lola, yes.”

I bit my bottom lip. “Are you sure that would be enough of a punishment? Maybe something stricter to make sure I’ve learned my lesson?”

I could see the tent in his crotch and smiled. Suddenly, Mr. Kelly got up and got behind me, bending me over the desk so that the side of my face pressed against the smooth wood. He lifted my skirt and tore a hole in my fishnet tights right at the crotch. He gripped a fistful of my long hair and began to spank me on my ass..hard stinging spanks that made me gasp. “It’s for your own good” he spat, spanking me harder and harder.

“Yes Mr. Kelly! I know it’s for my own good, I’ve been such a naughty girl.”

“Damn right you’ve been. Luckily you have a principal that cares about you, and is going to fuck the sin out of you.”

I could hear him unbuckling his pants and he held one of my legs up, giving him access to my teen pussy. He slammed his engorged cock in my tight hole, breathing hard as he pounded out my cunt. I cried out and clung to the desk, taking my principal’s big, thick cock in my naughty snatch.

“That’ll teach you little slut! That’ll teach you good” he whispered, helping himself to my warm cunt. “Sometimes all you girls need is a good pounding to set you straight again. Now get on the desk and ride my cock, I want to see those big tits of yours.”

Principal Kelly lay on his back on the desk and gripped my hips as I positioned myself over him. He brought his knees up and roughly thrust up into my cunt, making his big swollen balls slap against my ass. I bounced up and down to take him in deeper, and felt my pussy start creaming around him.

He had my tits in his mouth, sucking and slurping noisily. He spanked my ass and wiped some of my pussy cream from his balls making me lick his fingers. “You’re an oversexualized girl, which is why your pussy gets so creamy when I pound it. You’ve been whoring around haven’t you Lola?”

“No Principal Kelly!”

He grit his teeth and pounded my hole harder, spanking me. “Don’t fucking lie to me!” he yelled, slamming my pussy hard until I...until I

I screamed and climaxed harshly on my principal’s cock, nearly blindsided by my orgasm. My tits bounced wildly as I rode him out hard until finally collapsing on his chest.

“Don’t think we’re done here just because you’ve cum”

“Yes Principal Kelly”