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"Disciplinary Action"



Title: Disciplinary Action
Author: Mini
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing: Peter Tork/OFC
Genre: Het-smut.
Warnings: Contains explicit sexual content and some adult language. Oh, and this is Peter at his current age. Just FYI.
Disclaimer: Not real, never happened, completely 100% fictitious. I make no claims as to the personality or sexual proclivities of the real Peter Tork, and I glean no profit from this story whatsoever. So don't sue me, cause I'm a broke grad student and I'd have to pay you in little tiny packets of Chinese mustard.
Summary: Peter is a high school principal. I don't think I even need to say anything else.


Scritch...scratch... the pencil tip idly glided across the page, clasped in the fingers of a bored young woman.

God, this is so lame. She sighed quietly, head resting in her hand as the teacher droned on about inferential statistics and formulas. The subject would've been of more interest if she hadn't heard about it once already.

Four high schools in three years. Some life. Her parents had moved around a lot due to her father's job, and she was bearing the brunt of it, starting over again and again. The last school had decided that the previous one's academic standards were "lax," and they kept her back a year, much to her chagrin. Now, finally, she was set to graduate, at the ripe old age of 19.

She'd tried to stay out of trouble since arriving at this latest school, although it always somehow seemed to find her regardless. Every school had the same file on her, several inches thick, and by the second or third day of being there, she was inevitably called to the principal's office to discuss her "future." Little did they know that she wasn't destined to have one--another move to another town was always on the horizon.

Thankfully, things seemed settled now, as her father had declared "no more moves," not wanting to continue uprooting her and her mother time and again. So, reluctantly, she tried to fit in and keep things running as smoothly as possible until graduation.

She shouldn't have been surprised, therefore, when a light knock came on the classroom door a moment later, interrupting her thoughts. A stiff-looking secretary from the office handed a piece of paper to the teacher, who reviewed it briefly and looked up, making eye contact with her.

"You've been asked to report to the principal's office."

The note was specific and indicated that she wasn't to come until the end of the day.
Great, so I get to leave school late. Missing the bus wasn't a problem because she had a car, but nevertheless, she was unhappy with the current state of affairs.

Who does this guy think he is, keeping me after school? I can't wait to give him a piece of my mind. Damn politeness and deference to authority. She would be out of there in just a few months' time, and was determined not to take any more crap from yet another shriveled, old, impotent misanthrope who'd just happened to become a high school principal.


The rest of the day seemed to drag on, and she heaved a defeated sigh as the last bell rang. The whole school emptied out quickly, leaving her to make her way to the office, alone. She walked in and saw the desk of the secretary, who'd also left.
Even the secretary gets to go home before I do.

A voice called out from the inner office a moment later: "Come in and close the door."

She did as she was told, quietly sliding down into one of the cushioned chairs in front of the desk. The nameplate resting atop it caught her eye: "Principal Peter H. Tork."

Tork? What kind of a name is that? she wondered. His face was obscured by the manila folder he held in front of him. Oh, shit. My file. She recognized the stack of papers, usually bursting apart the thin covering of a twine-bound folder, but now scattered over his desk in disarray.

"So you've heard about me," she said, crossing her legs and letting the bookbag on her shoulder slide to the floor.

"Yes, I have." He put the folder down as he spoke, revealing his face to her. She was surprised to see him smiling, and even more surprised at how good-looking he was.
He's definitely younger than my last principal... she thought, eyeing him up and down.

A shock of caramel-blond hair framed his face, short on top but slightly longer in back. He wore glasses, and behind them she could see his soft brown eyes--they were light, like his hair, but she could tell how quickly they could go dark. Long laugh lines creased the corners of his mouth, and she studied the small dimple there, almost winking at her as he smiled. She felt her face flush red as she gazed at his lips, quickly moving on to his jawline and the trail of salt-and-pepper facial hair leading up it.

Not bad...not bad at all...

"You've got something of a reputation," he said, folding his hands together and sliding them behind his head.

"Look, Mr. Tork--"

"Call me Peter."

"Um, okay...Peter. I've been in and out of a lot of schools, and I swear I don't go looking to get in trouble. It just...finds me, somehow. It's not my fault. Really." She fidgeted nervously in her seat.

"Mmhmm. Well, I have a theory, and I'll tell you what it is. Most schools don't offer a comprehensive punishment system these days. There's all this outcry about laying a hand on students, but my feeling is that if I don't strike even the slightest bit of fear into you, then I have failed in my job as an administrator. And we can't have that."

She wasn't sure where this was leading, but he'd piqued her interest. Normally she wouldn't even make eye contact in meetings like this, but something about the way he spoke had her riveted...and slightly turned on.

Oh my God, she gasped internally. What is *wrong* with me? I can't be attracted to the principal...

But she knew she was. He possessed an articulate authority far different from the other principals she'd come across. His confidence was of the calm variety and he was laid back, almost casual in his tone, never needing to shout or bluster melodramatically, an act she'd seen so many others put on to cover up stunning weakness. Yet the fact that he was in charge was never in question. The truth about those other principals was that they weren't misanthropes, they were weak; passionless men who'd expended their souls in a thankless job and no longer believed in their own arguments. Principal Tork--
Peter--was different.

"What...um, I mean...what are you going to--" She started to ask, but was interrupted by Peter pushing his chair back, the wheels sliding softly over the carpeted floor. The smile shortened into an almost playful smirk at the corner of his mouth.

"We do things differently here," he said, still looking at her. "My motto is 'prevention before punishment.' I favor a preemptive form of disciplinary action--something that lets you know what will be in store for you if you do break the rules."

She shifted slightly, not having a snappy comeback for what seemed like the first time ever. Neither of them spoke for a few moments, and she took her bottom lip between her teeth, chewing nervously as he stared at her expectantly.

"I'm not going to hurt you, if that's what you're worried about." He broke the silence.

"No, no. I'm not worried."
He thinks he can be all tough now? Well, I'll show him. He's not going to break me...

"Come here, then," he said, beckoning her with a finger.

She stood up slowly, her resolve firm and gathered, and walked over behind the desk, coming to a stop next to where he sat.

"Lie across my lap." He said it almost conversationally, as if he'd just asked her to mail a letter.

Her eyes widened at this. "Wh--what?"

"Perhaps you didn't hear me, dear. I said, lie across my lap." He looked up at her this time, and she felt her breath hitch--those light eyes were now dark, in just the way she'd imagined earlier. There was no anger in them, though, or violence; there was only lust. Desire. But rather than frighten her or make her want to run, it did the opposite, further fanning the flames of her curiosity.

She nodded wordlessly, grasping his desk for leverage as she climbed across his lap, lowering herself onto his legs, encased in black trousers. The tips of her toes were just touching the floor behind her, and she held onto the arm of his chair, head half-bowed over the side of his right thigh as she waited for what came next.

"Mmmh..." a sound of appreciation came from him as he adjusted to her weight, loving the heat from her body radiating onto his.

"Very good," he said, gently petting her hair, one finger sliding through the wavy mane and making contact with the back of her neck. She shivered at his touch, a quiet throb of what felt like pleasure building in the pit of her stomach.
Oh my God...am I getting turned on by this?

The thought had barely finished passing through her mind when she felt his other hand on her ass, squeezing gently through her skirt. She squirmed beneath him, enjoying how strong his hand felt as he groped her.

"I see you wore a skirt today. A wise sartorial selection indeed." She couldn't help but smile as she remembered how laundry day wasn't until tomorrow, and the skirt was the last thing she had left to wear.
I guess there really is no such thing as coincidence...

He lifted her skirt up then, leaving her clad in just her panties, and she gasped as he pushed down the back gently with two fingers, the cool air hitting her now-exposed backside.

"This is what happens to girls who misbehave," he whispered, his voice low, almost seductive in its timbre.

A sharp burning and a loud
smack! were the next two sensations that she registered, and she cried out, flinching both from shock and the residual humming sting that spider-webbed its way across her lower body.

He raised his hand and brought it down on her again, this time on the other cheek, and again she cried out, but could not contain the small moan of pleasure that followed. He continued spanking her, four, five more times on each side, and she could feel the front of her panties growing damp with every stroke.

"Unhh..." she was moaning in earnest now, unable to hide her arousal. He issued one last slap to both cheeks, and she grinded her hips into him in response, not for a moment missing the prominent erection that was poking against her stomach through the fabric of his pants.
Oh my God, he feels huge! she thought, wishing the cloth was another color so that she could have a better look at what was hiding underneath.

He slid the open palm of his hand across her ass, soothingly rubbing the reddened flesh.

"Peter?" she wondered what was going through his mind, not knowing whether to make the next move or wait for him to act.

She didn't have to wait long, as it turned out. "Stand up in front of me," he said, moving his hand off of her. "Don't pull your underwear back on."

She obeyed, pushing herself up using the arm of the chair, swinging her legs over to the front of his knees and righting herself into a standing position.

"I'll give you a choice now," he said, and she flinched as he pressed a hand to her inner thigh, what felt like electrical shocks shooting straight up to her clit as he caressed it gently. "That was only the first phase of punishment. You did very well, and if you'd like to leave now, go right ahead. However, there is more...and if you want to find out what it is, then stay."

She was far too gone to resist him now, and her answer came in the form of a heated kiss, sinking into his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck as she slid her tongue into his mouth. He slid a hand under her ass, groping roughly.

She broke the kiss a moment later. "Does that answer your question?" she asked with a grin.

He brought a hand to his shirt, loosening the purple tie he wore and pulling it off, then unbuttoning the top few buttons. His hands went to her hips, gripping tightly as he lifted her off of him. A sweeping motion of his arm sent the papers on his desk flying, and he laid her on her back on the now-bare wood.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her legs until they were off completely. She pulled her top over her head, throwing it to the floor, the room suddenly far too hot for clothing. He stood over her, cupping his mouth over one of her covered breasts, breathing hot air onto it, while roughly groping the other, pinching her nipple through the material of her bra.

"Oh, God..." she groaned, head thrown back as he expertly unhooked the back and pulled it off of her, discarding the offending garment. His mouth returned to her breasts, tongue flicking over her nipples, teeth clamping down gently on the hardened nubs as she writhed underneath him.

He moved a hand between her legs then, sliding a finger down her slit, a noise of approval humming in his throat as he felt how wet she was. He sat back down in the chair, and she felt her heart pounding faster as he pushed her legs apart, pressing his lips to her thighs, his beard tickling her slightly as he sucked and nibbled the heated flesh. She was aching for him now, desperate to feel his mouth on her.

"Please..." she panted as he moved closer and closer, and suddenly he slid his tongue up her entire outer lips, then pushed it inside, tasting her.

"Oh, FUCK!" she screamed, back arching as he alternated between moving his tongue in and out of her and rapidly flicking it over her clit. He licked her relentlessly, growling softly as she wrapped her legs around his head and thrust her hips up against his mouth.

"Shit--shit...oh my
God!" her head tossed from side to side as she felt the tingle rising up inside of her. He brought two fingers to her entrance then, shoving them inside, finger-fucking her as he continued licking her clit.

The combined sensations of his tongue on her clit and his fingers hitting her g-spot with every stroke was more than she could handle, and the tingle became a fireball that consumed her body whole. He sucked her clit into his mouth, and it sent her over the edge, screaming his name as she came. He kept his tongue on her as the waves of her orgasm reverberated through her body, making sure to lap up every last drop of her juices.

She slumped back onto the desk, skin flushed and sweaty, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath.

"That was...that was supposed to be a
punishment?" she gasped, leaning up to look at him with a smile. He didn't respond, but sat back in the chair, undoing his crooked belt buckle and pulling it off.

"On your knees," he said, and she slid off the desk onto the floor, hands moving to his pants without hesitation as she popped the button free, then took the zipper between her teeth and lowered it. She grasped the belt loops and pulled his trousers down to his ankles, and was pleased to find that he wasn't wearing anything underneath. She licked her lips at the sight of his erection, thick and hard as it curved away from his body, several drops of precum already collecting at the tip.

He groaned loudly as she took him into her mouth, sliding her tongue up the underside and flicking over the slit, then swallowing him whole again. She sucked him greedily, nibbling, licking, swallowing him down her throat with ease as she teased him to the brink, wanting to make sure he was as hard as possible.

His hands tugged on her upper arms, pulling her up and into his lap. He arched slightly, allowing her legs to slide around his waist to his back, linking behind him, and she lowered herself onto his cock, moaning as he filled her completely.

"Ohgod..." she throatily whispered, feeling like she was being divided in half as she tried to adjust to his size. He gripped her hips, lifting her until he was almost completely out, then slamming her back down onto him, and she gasped as the pain was replaced with incredible pleasure.

"FUCK!" he groaned, her warmth and wetness enveloping him so deliciously. Her movements were slow, at first, but she soon picked up the pace, riding him fast and hard.

She pulled his shirt the rest of the way open, pressing her hands against his chest, nails clawing into the soft skin. He growled at this, leaning down to take one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue over it. The pleasure rippled through her body, her head tilting backward as his hands held her hips in place, thrusting up into her repeatedly.

"Unnhh, yesss, oh my God, oh fuck!" she screamed, eyes rolling up into the back of her head as she felt the tip of his cock hit that spot inside again and again.

He pulled out of her, changing her position in the swiftest of motions so that she was now sitting on his lap, facing the desk. He slid inside of her again, wasting no time in resuming their earlier pace. She cried out as she felt his hand move to her clit, rubbing fiercely.

"Ohh...ohh yes...more..." she moaned, her toes beginning to curl as the pleasurable sensations flooded her senses.

He pressed his lips to her ears, his breathing ragged as he whispered to her. "You deserve to be punished. This is what naughty girls like you get for being bad."

"Yes...punish me, Peter," she gasped, her stomach fluttering at the sound of his voice uttering such dirty words.

He felt his cock throb as she spoke, her enthusiasm nearly threatening to undo him. "You asked for it," he growled softly, and in one move, pushed himself off the chair, shoving their bodies forward against the desk.

She yelped in surprise, but he paid no attention, too wrapped up in his own unbridled lust to think of anything beyond her tight, warm pussy and how much he wanted to fuck it. He pushed her down onto the desk, yanking her legs apart as he positioned himself between them, and thrust in, filling her to the hilt.

He pounded in and out of her, his hands almost brutally gripping her hips as they lost themselves to their passions. Both were incoherent by then, the only words they could speak coming out as half-mumbled swears and long, loud groans and cries of pleasure.

"Unnh...fuck...so good..." he grunted, leaning down to drape his body over hers. His hand returned to her clit, pinching and caressing the pink nub in circular motions, and the reverberations echoed through her body, that familiar curl winding its way up her body, rushing like a wave heading fast towards the shore.

"Oh my God...I'm gonna--unghh--yes! YES!" she shrieked in ecstasy, a flash of white heat exploding in front of her eyes as her climax overtook her. She scrambled to hold onto the desk as she came, back arching against him, and he continued working her clit, sending her into spasms as one, then two more orgasms followed behind the first.

He felt her wetness coating his cock, and could no longer hold on. "FUCK!" he howled almost triumphantly as he found his own release seconds later. He slid an arm around her waist, gripping her breasts roughly as he thrust into her several more times. His cock throbbed as her muscles tightened around him and he spent himself completely between her clenching folds.

He collapsed against her back, both of them exhausted and sweating, chests heaving as their breaths came in an alternating flow of harsh, heated gasps. He planted a soft kiss to the back of her neck, then over the ridge of her outer ear. She leaned back to look at him, a coy smile playing on her lips, and he kissed her, tenderly exploring the inside of her mouth with his tongue.

The kiss ended a moment later, and she groaned in disappointment as he pulled out of her slowly, already missing the feel of his softening cock inside her. She winced as she stood back up, now sore and aching all over, yet immensely satisfied.

He dressed himself behind her, re-buttoning his shirt and pulling on his pants, looping the forgotten purple tie back around his neck and retying it neatly. She reached down for her underwear, sliding it back on. He handed her her bra and top without a word, folding his hands in his lap and watching with a raised eyebrow as she put her clothes back on.

She waited for a moment, wondering if he was going to say anything more, but he said nothing. She walked back to the chair by the door, picking up her bookbag from the floor.

That's it? He's not going to say anything at all? she thought, sighing dejectedly as she grasped the doorknob, opening the door to walk out.

"So..." She smiled when he spoke, still facing the door, and then turned around.

"Now that you know what sort of disciplinary action we undertake here, I don't expect to see you in this office ever again."

His face remained expressionless, his voice once again calm and matter-of-fact, as it had been earlier. The only sign that things had changed came when he winked at her then, and she could not suppress the playful grin that spread across her own face then.

"Yes, Principal Tork," she replied. "I promise I'll stay out of trouble."

He nodded approvingly, and she slipped out the door, shutting it behind her, a long-suppressed breath of air rushing out of her as she exhaled deeply. She made her way out to the parking lot, her car now the only vehicle in it, all the while replaying the events of the afternoon in her head.

From that moment on, she was determined to find all and any way possible to get sent back to the principal's office.