I went casually back to my window washing, stayed at it all day, and hardly spoke to anyone until 5:30 when I went to get the flag. Just as I was folding it, she came down the steps, and I said, “Have a good evening, Dr. Jeffries."
She sniffed and drove off without another word.
I went home and began to plan what I would do to her Wednesday when I went back to finish her window. I would make her pay for being rude, all right, which was precisely what she wanted.
Whatever I did would of necessity have to be quick. Even so, I was used to working in half-hour increments. Dr. Lynn Jeffries would be very, very sorry.
Wednesday I wore the combat boots and black fatigue pants from my costume to work. As long as we wore our official work shirts, almost any clean, serviceable pants were acceptable. No one would notice.
Most afternoons I washed and waxed floors in various parts of the building, but no one cared when, where or how. It was entirely up to me to decide when to finish the window in the principal's office.
Therefore, I did as I had been commanded, except once the secretary waved me in, I was in control.
Once again, the phone was off the hook. Lynn was sitting up straight with her hands folded on her desk like a first-grader, looking scared.
“Get up, Lynn,” I said softly.
She blinked. She had noticed the pants and boots. She obeyed instantly.
“What are you wearing under your skirt?” I asked casually, taking her chair and opening my box on her desk. I was careful not to scratch it.
“Nuh-nothing,” she whispered, lifting it to show me. There was almost nothing, just a garter belt and stockings. All that mattered was exposed to me.
“Good. You were very rude to me Monday and Tuesday, weren't you, Lynn Alexandra Jeffries?"
“Yes, Major, I was. I'm a nasty little snob,” she confessed.
“I'm going to punish you now, Lynn. Turn around and bend over your desk so I can reach your asshole,” I directed.
“Don't hurt me, please. I'm sorry!” she begged as she did it. The scent of her musk filled my nostrils and I breathed deeply.
“You should have thought of that before you offended me,” I pointed out patiently. The greased butt-plug was ready in a plastic bag. “Spread your cheeks, bitch."
She did it, and she was trembling. I slid it in hard and fast. I couldn't spank her because it would make noise, but there were other things I could do to punish her.
“Uh! Oh, that hurts,” she hissed.
“Does it? Good. Turn around, sit on the desk and spread your legs."
When she was in position, I stuck a vibrating dildo in her, set low, so she couldn't come. She groaned and started wiggling around, trying to get more sensation.
“Stop that and get under the desk and eat me, Lynn. Spread your legs,” I ordered her.
“I-I can't! I'll drop the dildo,” she said, frantic.
“Better not,” I warned. I settled in her chair and pulled her face into my pussy, one leg locked behind her neck to keep her there.
Lynn groaned with heat as she pleasured me, and I made lots of little noises to let her know just how much I was enjoying it. I gave her all kinds of unnecessary instructions just to be brutal and demanding and get her all cranked up. Finally, I came all over her face, grunting with the effort of not crying out in ecstasy. She was just as good at giving head as she was at every aspect of education. I had never had better in my life.
But I wasn't about to tell her that. “Clean me up, you little slut,” I demanded, and I waited while her quick and skillful tongue worked me over until I felt clean enough to close my pants and get up.
I left her on the floor and took my tools and paint out to finish her window.
“What am I supposed to do?” she whined plaintively from behind me.
“Lie on your back, keep your hands out of your twat and think about how much you need to come,” I advised with a smile.
“Are you gonna let me?” she pleaded.
“No. Shut up."
She moaned and I could hear her writhing on the carpet as I worked. It didn't take long and soon I was able to clean up and leave.
I stood over her and very slowly and deliberately wiped the soles of my boots on her bush and her crotch. I did it several times and loved the feel of her squirming under me. She arched and opened her mouth in a silent wail.
“Kiss me goodbye,” I said.
She rolled over and licked my boots.
“After I leave, you can touch yourself, but leave the toys in until you get home. Clean them and bring them back to me on Friday night. Oh, and mind your manners,” I advised as she worshipped me on the floor.
“Yes, ma'am,” she said in a tiny, chastened voice.
“Good. Stop licking. Look up at me."
She did.
I winked, blew her a kiss and walked out past the clueless secretaries. Who could have guessed being a janitor would be so much fun?