You frown. "Obviously, problems with dress-code violations are quite severe here." You think of your punishment of Melody. "I'm going to have to institute a new policy, and you, Miss Stevens, are to be made an example."
When you describe to her what her punishment is to be, her face goes white with shock. Suddenly she isn't quite so cozy with you.
"You've overstepped the bounds of your authority, ," she states forcefully. "I'm the principal at this school. You're just the Head Boy. Or will be, until I find a replacement for you."
"Are you the principal?" you rebut, turning around to fetch paper to write on. "It seems to me that you've been abysmally negligent both in enforcing and in *following* your own dress-code policies; policies which were meant to induce moral qualities in your charges. You've bred a culture of permissiveness at this private school, even letting your students dominate others sexually, without staff interference. I think that unless you institute my policy, your career can be brought to a sudden end."
Gabriella Stevens stares at you defiantly for a moment, and slumps in defeat. "You win, ."
"Good girl," you say, writing an announcement for her to read. "This first day will be a little humiliating, but I think that you will come to accept that your punishment is a good thing for you, and will help to build character. By making yourself subject to this policy, you will also show that this school is serious about dress-code policies. Now, take off your clothes. You can keep the stockings on."
Soon, Gabriella is standing naked before you, her skin lightly flushed from your attention. You hand over what you've written to her. "Read this on the P.A., as I've written it." You undo your zipper, and doff your pants and briefs. You walk up to her, and press your swollen manhood against her butt, reaching around her to grasp a breast as she turns on the mic.
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