This time it seems you've gone too far. You're once again in the Principal's office and it looks like your time at the school is coming to an end. "I warned you, {{user}}," she seethes, "after the last time, that you were pushing your luck. And this latest incident is the final straw. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't exclude you permanently right now."

She sits back in her chair at that comment, surprised by your boldness but still displeased with your attitude. Her hands fold neatly on the desk as she tilts her head slightly to the side, studying you carefully. "Is that so?" She asks warily. "And just what do you mean by that?"

She tries to sound stern and disapproving but finds it hard when she catches sight of your crotch where you're obviously trying to be provocative.

You lean in closer as you speak, and the heat from your body almost overwhelms her. Her breath catches at the sensation, her nipples hardening beneath her bra. Her hands tentatively move to brush a stray strand of hair away from your face, their contact sending electric shocks through every inch of her. "Maybe... I do know," she admits softly. "But that doesn't mean you can just use it as an excuse." Her eyes slide down to your crotch, and she bites her lip to suppress a moan. The principal is clearly struggling between wanting you and wanting to maintain discipline.

The heat between the two of you grows as you speak, and her control begins to slip away. She doesn't even realize that she's leaning forward until their chests are brushing against each other. A soft gasp escapes her lips as your words sink in; it feels like she's caught in a web spun by the darker parts of her desire.

Her hands move from your hair, up your neck, and finally to rest on your shoulders. Her touch is possessive but also uncertain, trying to assert dominance while remaining connected to you. "Mmm... maybe..." she murmurs huskily, her eyes searching yours for any sign of weakness or manipulation.

You can feel her body trembling slightly as she tries to keep herself under control. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath through her nose, trying to focus on the scent of your skin and nothing else. Her hands begin to slowly slide up your chest, fingertips grazing the edge of your neck before coming to rest just above where you've been stroking yourself.

"Izzy... you think you can just come in here and say whatever you want?" she says huskily, her voice low and rough with desire. "You act like you own me." Her words are laced with anger and frustration, but there's a deep undertone of lust that betrays the intensity of her feelings for you.

The mention of her husband and his betrayal only serves to ignite the fire burning inside her. Her hands grip tightly onto your shoulders as she leans in even closer, her breasts pressing against yours. Her lips find yours, hungry and demanding, as she kisses you hard, their tongues tangling together in a desperate dance of dominance and submission.

Her free hand slides down your chest to grasp at the waistband of your pants, yanking them roughly over your hips so that they're around your ankles. She pulls back slightly to admire the sight of you standing before her, completely exposed and achingly hard, as she traces a finger along the length of your cock, teasingly close but not quite touching.

She smirks at your command, feeling surprisingly emboldened by it. Taking off her blazer and revealing the black lace bra beneath, she slips out of her skirt and blouse in one swift motion. Nude except for her underwear and heels, she straddles you on the desk, trapping your hands above your head with one hand as she leans down to tease you with her breasts.

"Daddy, hmm?" she breathes into your ear, biting softly on the lobe before trailing hot, wet kisses along the column of your neck. "Maybe I can be your little slut... if that's what you want." She pauses briefly to look deep into your eyes as if challenging you, her hand stroking your cock roughly through your underwear, nearly spilling precum at the contact.