Yes Headmaster [fM][role play][spanking][insertion][interracial Asian]

The school girl clothes were laid out on my bed. White panties, white knee socks, a white short-sleeve button down shirt, a short plaid skirt and a blue blazer; all a size small. I sighed before undressing from my jeans and t-shirt to put them on. Why do I have to look like a sixteen year old girl? At twenty one, I wish I had bigger breasts instead of 32A titties and a woman’s face like other girls on social media. I still looked the same as I did when I went to high school in my native Japan. I’m the typical Japanese girl; a petite body, fair skin, with long black hair. Nothing special. But then again, my looks are helping me pay for college and lifestyle here in the United States. As my friends here in the States say, it’s all good.

After dressing, I put a little sheer pink lip gloss on my little lips. I was now ready for Mr. Schaffer. I checked my bank account on my phone’s app to see he had transferred a thousand dollars into it. I was ready to go.

Mr. Schaffer requested me from his Tokyo Dolls app’s date book. Tokyo Dolls is an agency that places Japanese students with men all over the world. In the States, you call us sugar babies. It’s just a little fun; a bit of role playing. I’ve made a good sum of money but honestly, I like what they do to me and I get paid for it.

Mr. Schaffer is a man in his early fifties. He’s a little overweight and his hair is thinning in the front. When I showed up at his door, he looked pleased with me as I was dressed as per his liking.

“Kimiko, please come in.”

I entered his messy bachelor home of mismatched furniture. We walked through the quiet house to his home office in the back where a single lamp burned on his desk. He stopped me at the door where I stood as he took a seat in an executive chair behind his desk. He pretended to read a document before looking up at me.

“Kimiko, come in.”

I shyly stepped into his office to set my backpack on a chair.

“Take off your jacket.”

I removed my jacket and set it on my backpack. I twiddled my thumbs as I stood a distance from his desk looking down. My fallen hair hid my face. We’ve played this game before. I know what he likes.

He asked, “Have you been bad?”

“Yes, headmaster.”

“Talking back to your teacher, sucking a boy’s dick behind the gym. Is this all true?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Come here.”

I approached him with all of the contrition I could muster and once I rounded the desk, he grabbed my wrist and roughly pulled me over his knees. I fought to balance myself over his thighs as he pulled up my skirt and pulled down my panties to expose my butt cheeks. I closed my eyes as I awaited my punishment. His big hand rubbed over my cheeks ever so gently before he slapped my cheek with an audible smack. It stung but it felt kind of good as he spanked me until my cheeks began to burn.

When he stopped, I rolled us back in the chair to open a desk drawer to take out the items he would insert. I fought to balance myself on his lap as reached into the drawer to place the office items on the desk. Then he shut the drawer. I stared at the carpet as I heard a cap being flipped open. He spread my thighs a little before squirting cold lubricant between them. It oozed inside my folds and warmed inside of me. Then I felt the round tipped cylindrical marker pen slide into me. And then another. And another.

“You must learn to obey school rules,” he said as he slid a fourth pen in beside the others.

“Yes, headmaster.”

He hand grabbed the four pens and began to push inside of me and pull them over and over again as I laid limply sprawled over his lap. His breathing became labored. His penis, still in his pants, pushed against my bellybutton as his free hand steadied me by my hip. When he was finished, he took them out and placed the wet markers on the desk. His hand came down upon my bare bottom with a loud smack. I squirmed and kicked the way he likes.

He gruffly asked, “You going to be bad again?”

“No, headmaster.”

He spanked my bottom with a sharp slap.

“Louder!”

“No, headmaster!”

He let go and nudged me to stand. I did, rubbing my hands over my stinging behind. He pulled me down to sit onto his lap. He reached between my parted legs to unzip his pants. His fist bumped against the wet lips of my tender flesh as he pulled out his hard penis. He slipped it up between my thighs where its angry red head slick with pre-ejaculate obscenely poked up at me. I slung my arms around his neck as he slid his slick manhood back into my vagina and penetrated me. I let out a plaintive moan as he heaved and puffed, lifting me up and down on him as wetness seeped between us.

“You’re a bad girl,” he muttered. “Such a bad girl.”

Yes, I am, I thought, enjoying what he was doing to me. And when he orgasmed and the oozing sperm soaked our thighs with a drying white crust, I stood up and bent to pull up my panties.

He remained spent in his chair as I collected my bag and jacket.

I turned and said, “Thank you headmaster. I will try my best not to be bad again.”

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