Disciplinary Action

You fucked up. An approaching clatter of high heels fills the hallway. Its pace matches your heartbeat.

You fucked up. The classroom, emptied just moments ago, feels bigger, colder. An assortment of equipment, tools, chemicals and other materials were left in disarray by the vacating students. They should be out of the building now.

You fucked up. You swivel in your chair and straighten up. Unsure on how to present yourself, you stand. Your left hand makes an attempt to fix stray hairs as your right dries the nervous sweat building in its palm against the smooth fabric of the uniform. The door bursts open.

“Sit.”

“Overseer Kim.” You obey.

Your eyes betray the feigned composure, you can sense it. Before she settles by the cabinets, you manage to close them and inhale deeply to reset the guise.

“Why?”

“W-why?”

“Yes, why…” Click, the red pen readies by the notepad, “…did you do it?”

“M-my apologies, Overseer, I did not intend—”

“I asked why.”

“Yes, of course.” You clear your throat, her unwavering sight pierces through your core. “I just thought it would be amusing.”

“Amusing to endanger fellow pupils?”

“No, never, that’s—”

“On top of possible damage to the institute and wasteful use of its resources?” She puts the writing tools down. Pursed lips and a head shake accompany her measured strut, the echoing heels accentuating each step. She stops at the third.

“Once again, Overseer, my actions were foolish and I apologize. My intentions were not—”

“Once again?” She repeats with a raised tone. “I do not need to be made clear on what was said or what has happened, don’t use this type of vocabulary again. It is clear your intentions lack foresight.

“Yes, Overseer, you are correct. I will make sure none of this repeats itself again, nor anything of similar manner.”

“Good.” Her tone easing as she continues her approach. “Stand.”

You obey.

“Understand that the institution still mandates disciplinary action.”

“I understand.”

“We begin now.”

The space between both of you becomes close to none. You are startled by the gesture and try to step back, the laboratory table blocking your retreat. Her hand suddenly cups your crotch as you lean back, unable to meet her gaze. She hunts for yours, taking in your reaction to the assault.

“What is this?!” You attempt to maintain a level of respect toward your superior, despite the circumstance.

“Must I repeat myself? And please—” her grip tightens as she makes out the position of the bulge in your pants, “loosen up.”

“How is this disciplinary action?!” Your eyes finally meet. Your body, though, is still unable to move.

She hushes you and a devious smile forms. Her free hand moves to secure her position, resting her palm on the table behind you and locking you in. There’s still a possibility of slipping off to the open side, but the situation is as equally confusing as it is intriguing.

“The methodology has proven to be effective. I’m sure you’ll understand why.”

The sleek hand pressing on your stiffening cock undoes the belt and zipper that confine it. Her cold touch adds to the welcome sensation as you go from half-erect to full form within seconds. This pleases her, and although still unsure of the reason, you enjoy the strokes by throbbing along with her rhythm and letting a low moan escape your lips. The commanding figure relaxes somewhat, taking in the sight of your satisfaction and continuing the act.

“Overseer Kim, f-fuck—”

“You are allowed to call me Dahyun, for now. Explicit vocabulary is also permitted.”

With that, she squats down to face your length. Her breath makes you slightly shiver with anticipation.

“One of our brightest and also one of our most well-endowed. I’m glad you misbehaved.”

“I suppose more of that is now in order.”

“Correct.” She reaches for your balls, fondling them. The grip is calculated, firm, indicating she maintains command over you despite the pleasure. “Don’t overdo it, however.”

Dahyun pulls your pants off with both hands, exposing your complete lower body to her. With both of her hands on your thighs, she opens her mouth and takes you in. You are stunned in disbelief, regarding both the circumstance and the pleasure you experience. She expertly takes your cock in full, slobbering every inch and gagging at every reach of the base.

Her low ponytail tempts you with every sway. You reach for it, pulling softly to aim her eyes up to yours. This forces her lips off your cock, and her smile of satisfaction fuels your lust further. You lead her back to it and she resumes swiftly.

“Fuck, keep going. I can feel it close already.”

She alternates between your length and balls, drooling over everything as she strokes the former and fondles the latter. Both hands go to work to allow her a moment to speak. “Let me know when.” The sultry tone is uncharacteristic for the stern Overseer, but logical for the tantalizing Dahyun.

The buildup is fast-approaching; the incredible situation coupled with unending pleasure drives you to insanity. Your throbbing becomes intense and your breathing frenzied. Dahyun takes note of this, increasing her pace. Every last drop gathers at the point of no return, the barrage of pleasure sending you to an unspeakable high.

“Dahyun, I’m about to—”

Pop.

The release of her lips with such a playful sound causes a complete loss of focus on the peaking climax. Your cock pulses unceasingly as it attempts to regain the lost feeling with its own pathetic throbs.

“What are you doing?!” You make an attempt to save whatever is left of your orgasm but Dahyun stops your hand. She watches as it pitifully oozes cum with no force nor potency. Her content expression confuses you further.

When she finally lets go, you grasp at your withering member. Squeezing out the remaining drops on the ground, you indignantly exclaim, “What the fuck, Dahyun?”

She stands and levels with your eyesight once again, the stern demeanor resurfacing through her expression. “That’s Overseer Kim, pupil, no more of this foul vocabulary nor that insolent tone.”

Walking over to her things, she gathers the notepad and pen before tidying her clothes. You stand dumbfounded, the room feeling cold once more.

“Now, please, clean up after yourself.” Her scornful gaze scans you head to toe. “If another misdemeanor happens again, I’ll make certain the next disciplinary action takes an even less desirable approach. I expect you learned your lesson.”