The next Monday morning at Ryder High, Amy received word she was to report to Mr. Tuttle's office. Amy wondered what she might have done to be called to the headmaster's office. Such a summons was never good news.
The beautiful young lass walked to his office, her fine ass wagging under her short school skirt.
Mr. Tuttle got up from behind his huge oak desk as she went into his office.
"Good morning, Miss Cosgrove," he said sternly. "Please sit down."
Amy took a soft black leather chair in front of the desk. She snuggled into it so beautifully, so fetchingly, her blue skirt high on her thighs in pleated ripples. Her tight pink sweater looked juicy with the push of her tits.
Her long hair was done in the familiar ponytail with bangs on her forehead. Her blue knee socks were tight on her calves, and her blue and white saddle, shoes fit with a new shine on her feet.
"It's about the way you performed at the football game last Friday," he said.
"Yes?"
"Well, my dear, that was a very salacious performance and bordered on being lewd."
Amy was stunned. "It did?"
"Yes, and we absolutely cannot have that type of behavior. We will not tolerate it."
"What kind of behavior do you mean, sir?"
"Showing off the way you were on the field, tossing up your skirt, those exaggerated moves. It's not good for the school. We have a reputation to uphold."
"But I didn't do anything wrong. My mom was here for the game, and she thought I did just fine."
"Well, we had some complaints from some of the other parents, and that's why I've called you."
Mr. Tuttle wore a sharp three-piece suit. He was tall, and Amy guessed he was somewhere in his forties.
"Well gee I…" Amy stammered, not knowing what to say about this new development.
"I have several options. I can expel you, suspend you, or I could punish you with a spanking, which I believe you need after that brazen performance on the field at the football game."
"Gosh, I didn't know I'd done anything wrong!" Amy protested.
"You obviously haven't read the student code of conduct manual. It states clearly the type of behavior we expect from our students."
Mr. Tuttle came around the desk and stood over Amy, looking down into her pretty, young face.
"Stand up and lean over my desk while I administer a spanking for your punishment," he said with a scolding tremor in his deep, manly voice.
Amy got up. She bent over his big desk, her elbows cocked, her chin in her hands. Mr. Tuttle looked salaciously at the way Amy's fine ass arched out, pushed at her little skirt.
He raised the pleats and layered the skirt back up on her waist to reveal her pretty pink panties, pink nylon that gloved her ass tightly, the elastic edge screaming high on her chubby asscheeks.
Mr. Tuttle stood for a moment admiring Amy's delicious rump. He was an ass aficionado. He knew good ass, and he knew also that he was looking at a marvelous teenaged butt.
He yanked Amy's panties down to her thighs so they were a tight stretch of pink. Her ass stunned him. It was the best ass he had ever seen, so damn smooth, round, perfectly sculpted, as if it had been chipped from expensive ivory by a master artist.
"Do my panties need to be down?" Amy asked.
"Of course."
He whacked his hand at her ass.
Smack, thwack, slap, whap, crack!
His hand made her ass jiggle juicily as he slapped the rosy cheeks. His cock throbbed to an immediate hard-on, pushing at his slacks like a lead pipe. He smacked Amy's ass some more. She looked over her shoulder and saw the passion and emotion on his handsome face.
Then he was suddenly caressing her ass, his hand making soft circles on the round plumpness.
"Are you done, sir?" Amy asked.
"Not quite," he whispered.
"But you're not spankin' me anymore are you? You're just kinda feelin' back there."
"Yes, I'm deciding if I should punish you some more."
His hand was trembling as he cupped each asscheek and felt the sweet, youthful curves.
Amy looked back over her shoulder. She saw the incredibly big spike in his slacks. His finger trailed up and down the furry slit of Amy's ass-crack.
"Oooooh, jeeez, sir," Amy whimpered. "This is a magnificent ass!" the headmaster blurted.
"Jeez, really," Amy purred.
His hand slid between her thighs and his fingers meshed with the furry warmth of her blonde cunny patch. Amy felt a ripple of excitement shoot through her fine body. After all, this was the headmaster, and he was starting to feel her up. She didn't know exactly what to do.
"Should I turn around?" she asked demurely.
Mr. Tuttle fell to his knees behind Amy and began raining sweet, hot, loving kisses all over her ass.
"Hey, gawdddddd!" Amy whispered. "You're kissin' my ass back there, sir!"
"Yes, mmm, mmm, yes," he mumbled. Then his tongue slithered up and down her ass-crack.
It was a first for Amy, and the feel of his warm dobber swishing up and down her asscrack sent shivers of excitement sizzling though her.
"Oh, gawd, Mr. Tuttle… that… that feels sooooo darn good!" Amy cried, reveling in the delicious tingle that his swishing tongue gave her.
Then he buttoned her whole with the tip of his slushy tongue and started administering a fabulous rim job to the little darling.
"Shittttt!" Amy yelped. "Gawwwwd, come on, not on my shithole, sir!"
But the feeling she had was so wonderful, Amy couldn't do anything but set her legs farther apart in a wide inverted V that let Mr. Tuttle have a good target-shot at her asshole. His tongue slobbered at the tight little bud.
"Aw, gee, aaahhhh, gawwwwd!" Amy babbled.
"Mmmmmmmm, mmmmm!" Mr. Tuttle murmured, his tongue swirling at Amy's asshole.
"You're… you're fuckin' my asshole with your tongue, Mr. Tuttle!" Amy barked hotly.
He twisted her around and stood up. Amy's skirt was caught on the desk, still up on her waist. Mr. Tuttle unzipped his fly and yanked out his cock.