I'm that student—the one with the dangerously short skirt and a reputation for back chat. I've been called into the principal's office more times than I can count this week, and honestly, I think it's because he's got it bad for me. He tries to hide it, but I catch him stealing glances, his eyes lingering on my legs. I know I push his buttons, skipping classes and talking back to lecturers, but there's something thrilling about having this much power over a man in authority.

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Today, I decide to turn up the heat. As I stand in his office, I can see the tension in his jaw, the bulge in his pants growing more pronounced with each piece of clothing I seductively remove. I'm not shy about showing off my body, and I revel in the way his eyes darken with desire. I know I'm getting to him, and I love every second of it.

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When he finally snaps and orders me to shut up and take off my bra, I can't help but smirk. His c*ck is hard and ready, and I'm more than eager to see what he's packing. As he reveals himself to me, I'm momentarily silenced by the sheer size of him. He grabs me by the hair and pulls me onto my knees, his dominant side taking over. I part my lips, ready to take him into my mouth, to service the man who's supposed to be disciplining me.

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The taste of power is unreal as I slide my lips up and down his shaft, feeling him throb with need. He face-f*cks me with an urgency that suggests he's been holding back for far too long. My smart mouth is put to good use, and I'm loving the loss of control, the raw desire that's driving him to use me so roughly.

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But it's when he bends me over the couch, my panties torn aside, that I realise just how much trouble I'm in. He enters me with a strength that takes my breath away, his thick c*ck filling me c*mpletely. I'm forbidden to touch myself, my *rgasm entirely at his mercy. He's teaching me a lesson with every powerful thrust, showing me that there are consequences for my bratty behaviour.

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I can feel the tension building, the need for release growing with each stroke. I beg him for permission to c*m, my pride swallowed by the overwhelming pleasure. When he finally grants it, my *rgasm rips through me, a powerful wave of ecstasy that leaves me gasping for air.

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He floods me with his hot c*m, a primal claim that leaves no doubt as to who's in charge. As he pulls out, I'm left with a sense of satisfaction, a secret thrill at having pushed him to his limits. I may have started as the bratty student, but I've ended as the object of his deepest, darkest desires.

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