Into the Principal's Office

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Commission for Anonymous. Poor Ty gets into trouble and is sent to the Principal. Little does he know, he's in for a punishment that he never thought possible!

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The bell rang out through the courtyard of Oakwood Elementary School, and the throng of children quickly made their way inside. Cubs of varying shapes and sizes squeezed and pushed past one-another as they made their way to their lockers, before adjourning to the large assembly hall.

They quickly found their seats lest they be scolded for taking too long by the teachers, and the cubs gossiped amongst themselves as the stage stood empty. There was a low din of kids shushing one-another as someone stepped up on stage.

A tall and muscular Siberian Tiger swooped his way onto the stage with an air of authority, a kind smile plastered upon his face. He was dressed in gym attire, with a loose white shirt and a pair of red shorts, with trainers on his feet. He ran his hand through his neck fluff as he tapped the microphone on the podium with a claw. It whined in response to tell him it was working.

"Good morning, students." He spoke clearly and calmly, and the microphone projected his voice throughout the large hall. There was a small reprieve of silence, before the children spoke back.

"Good morning, Principal White." They all spoke in unison, monotone and practiced. It brought a smile to the Tiger's face, and he cleared his throat.

"Thank you," He began, shuffling through some papers on the podium. "There are a few announcements for today, before you begin your classes."

He ran through them quickly so as not to keep them long. He, too, had his own things to attend to. Not only was he the principal of the school, but he was also the gym teacher. Is made his life hell in more ways than one: having the juggle what was, essentially, two jobs was difficult for most, yet he was somehow managing. Most people chalked it down to budget cuts. They'd be right.

Many know James White as a fair and honest man, kind on the surface but firm when needed. There wasn't much to him bar from that, and not many of his colleagues got a look into the inner mind of Principal White. James liked to keep himself reserved when it came to his personal life for his own reasons. On more than one occasion he'd had a wandering eye for the boys that wandered the halls of his school, and if anyone should know his affection for them, he'd be sent away to a much, much darker place.

Once the announcements had been read, he dismissed the students so they could carry on with the day. The school days were generally easy: they had very little hiccups from the majority of the students due to such good discipline, but there were still some, here and there, who got into trouble. Thankfully, there were no regulars to such troublemaking and it was often just a one-off opportunity.

For the Principal, he had a meeting in the morning, than a couple of lessons of gym, then another meeting, and then one final go-over of his paperwork before he'd finally get the chance to go home. The kids were lucky: they came in from 8:30am until 3pm, whereas he and many other teachers stayed way past 5pm due to the amount of work that needed done.

In the final period of the day, a number of students were sitting around and doing art. The extent of this was rather simple: each student had a canvas with paper on it, and they painted on it with various pots that sat on the bottom of the easel. A young badger cub stood there painting away on a piece next to a fox cub, who was doing the same. Both of them were drawing a still picture of a vase of flowers that sat between them.

"You're doing it all wrong!" The fox cub insisted, pointing to the flower that the badger had just painted. "Look at this! It's the wrong colour. You're horrible at drawing."

"Hey, not fair!" The energetic badger replied. "You took my red paint, I couldn't make a red flower."

The fox turned up his nose to the other child and looked aloof, his tail swishing behind him. The fox was more of a menace than the badger, but the little vulpine knew just how to manipulate people, even at his age. The two of them were only 6.

"Maybe you should have gotten more paint." He absently spoke and the badger seethed, clearly not impressed. He spluttered out some sort of response, trying to muster the words.

"B-But you should have!" He growled and grabbed his paintbrush. Before he could even stop himself, he dabbed a large dollop of blue paint on the other child's work, and the fox gasped. There was an eerie moment of silence between them as the badger realised what he'd done.

"Mrs. Crab!" The fox wailed and the teacher came rushing over. The little vulpine put on a good show, blubbering about how the badger was bullying him and then ruined his work. The other cub tried to explain his side, but it was too late.

"To the principal's office with you. Now!" The teacher ordered, and the badger quickly shrank away from her authoritative demeanor. He dropped his paintbrush on the easel rack and tugged off his apron, slowly making his way out of the room.

He wandered down the halls and sat himself down on the chairs just outside the Principal's office. He could hear the Tiger walking within.

"...I see. So he drew on another student's work?" James pinched the bridge of his snout and sighed. "Alright, alright. I'll handle it. Thanks, Gladys."

He put the phone down and groaned. He was tired, and it was the end of the day. It wasn't a major offence for sure, but he was still feeling exhausted. Maybe he'll have some fun with this one. He pulled up the records of the student from his filing cabinet.

Ty Peterson. He was just a little boy, only about 6, but soon to be 7. James had kept an eye on him for a while now, and he was a happy-go-lucky badger kid that enjoyed just about everything a child should enjoy. He was also a 'Daddy's boy', and for good reason. James had known that young Ty's mother passed away when he was young, and it was only him and his father, Ricky, for the past 4 or so years. With only one adult in the household, Ty had become quickly attached.

Whilst Ty sat outside, James attended to some paperwork, idly signing away on forms for plans of renewal to the Gym as well as other places like the older classrooms. He eventually paused and moved over to Ty's student file, finding a number for his household. He punched in the numbers on the phone and paused, waiting for the man on the other end to pick up.

"Hello, Mr. Peterson?" He spoke into the receiver. The other man was quick to answer.

"Yes. May I ask who's calling?" The voice spoke back, and James smiled to himself, attempting to be polite.

"I'm afraid your son has gotten into a spot of bother at school. Nothing serious, but I'm about to speak to him shortly. I thought I would just let you know."

"Oh, I understand," The voice spoke back. "Just tell him he might not get a birthday. That works a treat."

"Alright. Well, I shall call you when I am done." James said to him, and the two of them bid their farewells. The Tiger rolled his shoulders and sighed, knowing this would be a relatively easy task, but he felt a little tired.

James slowly stood from his desk and opened up the door to poke his head out. He spotted Ty sitting there with his head low, and cleared his throat.

"Come on in, Ty," The Tiger sounded stern, and he could see that the cub looked rather nervous. He gestured to badger inside, and the boy slowly made his way in.

James took a brief moment to look the boy over, and he liked what he saw. Ty was a cute kid, no taller than 3 and a half foot, with a slim figure and a lithe build. His tummy with smooth and tucked-in, his hips were flat, and he suited the uniform well. The shirt and trousers combo always made cubs look good, and it suited well to the cub's black and white fur.

"Have a seat," James gestures to the chair on the other side of his desk. "And we'll get started."

He watched as the badger slowly made his way to the seat and sunk into it, looked decidedly nervous and worrisome. Ty probably thought he'd be in big trouble. James had other ideas in mind.

"I assume you know what you did, don't you Ty?" James began, leaning over the desk a little. His bare elbows rubbed against the polished wood and he cupped his hands together neatly, professionally.

"Well," He began, watching the badger cub shrink further and further down in his seat. "You drew on another child's work, didn't you? That wasn't very good. And, you did this at the end of the day, too. I'm keeping you behind for a while."

He watched as the cub looked dismayed, and decidedly upset about it. James knew he was close to having him on the ropes at this point.

"And I've called your father," The Principal continued, staring at Ty's paling face. "He agrees with me that you've been very naughty. He thinks you shouldn't have a birthday this year."

He watched as Ty's face went through a flurry of emotions, from anger to dismay, to shock and despair, and then finally into pure sadness. He watched as tears bubbled up in the badgers eyes and he sniffled hard. Kids always loved their birthdays, so it was an easy one to go for.

"P-Please, Mr. White," Ty begs as he begins to blubber, putting his hands together as a sign of begging. "Please tell my dad I was good. I-I don't wanna lose my birthday. Please!"

James had to stop himself from smirking. He had him now, and he knew exactly what to do next. Slowly, he cleared his throat and sat up a little, staring down at the sniffling, sobbing badger cub. It was a little sad to see him cry, but it would be worth it.

"Alright," James made a look of resignation, but was secretly plotting. "I'll tell your father you were good. If, and only if, you do exactly as I say. Do you understand?"

The tiger slowly sat back, watching as the cub wiped his eyes and nodded firmly. James smiled, and he knew that Ty had no choice in the matter. It was easy to manipulate a little cub into doing what you want. He sighed, leaning back in his own seat and putting his hands together. He looked a little sinister, and could see Ty felt a bit nervous.

"Stand up," He began, speaking clearly. "And take off your clothes."

At first, he could see Ty didn't quite understand why he needed to take off his clothes, and looked even a little stunned, his eyes wide. He didn't move for a whilst and James quickly grew impatient.

"Ty," He sternly began. "Stand up, and take off your clothes. I shouldn't have to repeat myself. Or should I phone your father?"

He could see that Ty looked unsure, and why wouldn't he? An adult had asked him to remove his clothes. James had to admire the kid's intuition, even at his age. He could see the cub shift about and kick off his shoes and peel off his socks. James didn't need to look at them: it wasn't his main reason for getting the kid to strip. He had other ideas in mind.

"Carry on. All of it, Ty." James insisted. He could see that Ty was a little scared now, yet he still did as he was told, which he was thankful for. James had never gotten rough with any of his students thus far, and he didn't want to start with Ty.

James watched as the cub slowly unbuttoned his shirt, from the top down to the bottom. The Tiger reached his hands down, groping at his pants and feeling his swelling, barbed erection pulsing inside his pants. It was hot sight to see the cub undress, and he licked his lips eagerly when the little cub parted his shirt at the top and slipped it past his shoulders, leaving it on the floor.

"I-Is this good enough?" Ty asked nervously and James shot him a warning glare, making the badger cub gulp. The Principal stroked himself gently inside his pants as he watched the young boy unzip his trousers and unbutton them, parting the adjoining fabric to reveal blue briefs hidden underneath. Ty hesitated as he held the waistline of his trousers in his hands, before he slowly pushed them down. Beneath them were his blue briefs that clung effortlessly to the thin outline of his small package. As the cub kicked the trousers off of his feet, the bulge jiggled and bounced, his little balls moving within them. Such a sight made James's cock pulse in his trousers.

He couldn't take it anymore. He slowly tugged his member free and let out a groan of bliss. He had a thick, 8 inch cock that was lined around the middle to the top of the shaft in barbs that flared and extended ever so slightly with each thick pulse. He rolled his head back and sighed, stroking his barbed cock in his hands. He knew just how to pleasure himself, but it was all the more sweeter at the sight of the cub before him. Ty's eyes were staring right down at the member, silently surprised at how massive it truly was. The Principal's right hand quickly became sticky with pre-cum as he vigorously rubbed himself, filling the air with the wet sounds of his hand moving back and forth, smearing the pre-cum all over his member.

He could tell that Ty was beginning to get scared, staring over at the groaning principal. James watched him with a rather intense gaze as his eyes slowly looked down towards his briefs again.

"Those too, Ty." He growled out, sitting up a little. The tantalising thought of the boy's package was enough to make his entire body tingle with desire. He craved it, and needed to see it. Badly.

"B-But..." Ty began, clearly looking rather scared. He wiped his eyes as he sniffled again, and James's expression darkened. The badger cub watched as the Tiger picked up the phone next to him, pretending to punch in some numbers. To the cub, it looked as if he were actually calling someone. The principal leant back and waited for a moment to give the impression he was waiting on someone picking up the phone.

"Hi," He began, turning his chair around a little, swivelling it left and right. "Is that Mr. Peterson?"

Ty paled and knew he was in trouble now. He let out a squeak of protest and the Tiger held up one finger to silence him. He turned his chair around a bit again, stroking his member as he talked. He had to urge to pretend to speak to the boy's father about how hot he was, but he decided it might have been a step too far.

"Ty isn't co-operating, I'm afraid." He said into the phone, though it were dialling no-one. "...Yes, yes, mhm. No birthday? Of course, I understand."

Ty began to tear up again and a blubber of despair erupted from his mouth. He sobbed, standing there and wiping his eyes, thinking it were all over, that he'd never go past 6 years old! But then, he quickly tugged down his briefs, kicking them off and standing to attention, his heels pressed together. He sniffled hard, but he had hoped it were enough for James to let him off the hook.

James slowly turned in his chair and paused when he saw the sight of that young cub. That perfect, perfect set of tiny balls sitting between his legs and the small little sheath slimly tucked against his pelvis was too much for the principal to take. He gulped considerably, tilting his head towards the phone again as he quickly squeezed his member, eliciting an oozing amount of pre-cum to trickle from his cock and down his shaft.

"I'll call you back, Mr. Peterson. It looks like your son is co-operating now." He pretended to speak to the man, setting the phone down. The cub took in a big gulp of air and was thankful that his dad was going to let him have a birthday, or at least, he thought he would.

Little Ty was one of the most perfect specimens that James could ever have hoped for, from his cute feet and lithe body, to his soft, furry chest and his little balls. All of it was so tantalising that it took a great deal of effort for the Tiger not to go around the desk and have his way with the kid there and then. He squeezed his thick, barbed member and closed his eyes, sighing to himself. He was already so close.

He opened his eyes and saw that Ty was feeling uncomfortable. The child's hands were over his crotch, covering up his fuzzy little balls and sheath, and James let out a small growl of frustration.

"Keep your hands at your side, Ty. Be a good boy." He warned, and the badger quickly snapped his hands to his hips, keeping them slack. James looked relatively pleased, the pre-cum oozing down his cock like a leaky faucet.

"Good, good..." James began, wondering where to take this next. "...Alright. Now, I want you to do 10 jumping jacks. On the spot, like in class."

At first, Ty was confused, as he had expected something much more sinister. Yet, the 6 year old slowly nodded and pressed his heels together again. He paused, before he hopped up and spread his legs and arms out like a star. His balls swayed and bounced as he jumped, and James's eyes were fixated on the swinging pair. They jiggled and leisurely moved left and right with each bounce. James groaned to himself, pumping his cock like a machine as he watched the kid hop up and down. But the 5th one, James and panting, quickly rubbing his cock as his lower shirt became sticky with pre-cum. He wanted to orgasm right there, but there was still so much more he wanted to do.

Ty did the 10 jumping jacks with ease, barely looking out of breath by the time he was finished. They did about 50 of them just about every day in P.E, so it was easy for him by this point. James sat there with his mouth open, his hand quickly working up and down his member, toying with the barbs. Ty could just barely hear the wet, slick sounds of his Principal's masturbation.

"That's it...now, the other way too. Another 10." James desperately commanded, licking his lips in anticipation.

Ty slowly turned and did the same again, feeling a little uncomfortable with this. But, at least this way it were a little easier. The Principal couldn't see his member, though he did have to look at his ass. He hopped up and down and his flat rump slightly bounced with each hop, his tail swishing left and right to help him keep balance. James stared at the fine ass and slowly got to his feet as the little cub continued.

He moved around the desk, stroking his member as he got closer and closer, and Ty started to peeter out by the time he got to the 9th or 10th jumping jack. The cub realised his gym teacher, and principal, was right behind him, and he quivered, feeling the tears bubble to his eyes. He dreaded what might happen.

"You're a good boy Ty. A very good boy." James assured him, putting his less sticky hand on the badger's shoulder and gently stroking his fur. It was incredibly smooth to the touch, and he sighed, his hand trembling a little as it moved lower. The badger cub kept his back to the Tiger, as he hadn't been told to move otherwise.

"Very good..." James muttered when his hand finally reached the cub's behind, after having already stroked along the lithe small of his back and along his hips. He reached up with his other hand as well, planting them both firmly on either cheek. He smeared the pre-cum into the badger's behind as he dug his thumbs between the crevice of his cheeks.

Slowly, he parted them, licking his lips as he stared at the cub's rather inviting pucker and the way it squeezed and tensed, clearly uncomfortable with the odd stretching. James's hands kneaded the tender flesh of his student's asscheeks, and he cupped the rear in his hands. It was a lovely, delicate behind.

"Ty," He began, moving his hands away. "I want you to bend over, spread that lovely little ass for me."

Ty let out a small whimper and sniffled at how embarrassing and scary the whole ordeal was, but he did as he was told. For a cub like him, a birthday was important, and he didn't want to jeopardize it. He bent over until he could just about touch his toes, and reached around to grab his behind. James stepped back to admire the view for a moment, quickly stroking his thick, barbed member as the cub gently spread his cheeks apart. He watched that twitching, quivering pucker and let out a warm groan of ecstasy, furiously jerking his member.

"Keep stretching it." He demanded, his eyes fixated on the 'winking' pucker and the way the cub's hands grasped at his firm cheeks, spreading them apart. He felt his orgasm fast approaching, and he wanted the cub to know it was good, too.

Slowly, the Tiger stepped forwards and watched as the boy quivered when he drew close. The Principal smeared pre-cum on the cub's behind, all over his warm little pucker, and slowly jerked himself. His breath came out in shaky exhales as thick beads of pre-cum smeared themselves onto the young badger's asscheeks and between his crack, making them all sticky. The Tiger could take it no longer. He needed to cum. Now.

"Get on the floor, now. On your back." James demanded and Ty senses the urgency in his voice. He quickly did as he was told, sliding onto the floor and laying on his back with his hands by his sides. He looked up at his principal's cock and the furiously jerking member, watching how the barbs flared and twitching with each yank and tug.

"Here it...comes...!" James let out a hot groan and furiously pumped his member, his balls swinging about within his own shorts as he suddenly orgasmed. A hot jet of cum spurted from his cock, aimed down at the young cub. The thick globules of semen splattered the kid's face and dribbled all over his front, from his snout down to his stomach and hips. Again and again, the cub was assaulted with another string of cum until the entire front of him was plastered with semen. He recoiled at the warm fluids and whimpered, wiping his eyes. It was a horrible experience for him.

"Good boy." James muttered darkly, feeling utterly spent from the ordeal as his thick member hung limply out of his shorts, covered in pre-cum and dripping with ease. He slowly moved towards the desk, taking in a few gulps of breath as his heartbeat steadied itself out. He picked up the phone and punched in the numbers properly this time. He waited patiently as Ty watched, wide-eyed.

"Mr. Peterson? Hello, it's James White, at Oakwood," He began, and waited as someone spoke on the other end of the phone. "Yes, yes. It's all been sorted, don't worry. He was very co-operative, and apologetic."

Ty blew a small sigh of relief. Was this the punishment that all students paid if they misbehaved? This was Ty's first time at misbehaving, and he hoped never to do it again. Getting soaked with his principal's seed and forced to strip was a deterrent enough.

"Do you want to come and pick him up? ...Yes, yes. Good. Alright, see you soon." James put down the phone and turned to the boy, staring down at him. Ty trembles at his withering gaze.

Slowly, James stepped forward and he scooped up the poor boy's small blue briefs, rolling them over in his hand. He paused, looking back down at the Badger, who gave him a confused look. Ty followed the hand as it moved down, and recoiled when the Tiger smeared the briefs all over his barbed member, cleaning himself of cum, but staining the poor underwear in the process.

"Clean yourself up, and get dressed." He commanded the cub, tossing the briefs to him and moving around to his seat and settling himself down. "When you're finished, head to the front entrance and wait for your father."

Ty slowly nodded and got to his feet, holding the briefs at an arm's distance, sticking out his tongue as he stared at the sticky goo that covered them. James had made sure to wipe his cock all along the inside. The Principal gave him a quizzical look and the cub was about to protest, before he knew it were inevitable. Slowly, he stepped into the briefs and trembled as he pulled them up to his crotch. He could feel the cum right up against his balls, and it made him shudder. It was disgusting.

Quickly, he scooped up his clothes, thinking that he might as well clean himself off in the bathroom, and hope that no-one saw his mostly naked form in the meantime. Just as he was about to leave, he heard Mr. White clearing his throat.

"Wait," James began, a small smirk on his face. "The strand on your face...I want you to scoop it up and lick it off your fingers."

Ty froze and widened his eyes, shocked. He saw James's expression, knowing that if he disobeyed, he'd be punished with more of the uncomfortable jumping jacks, or worse. He slowly scooped the string of cum off his snout with a finger, recoiling from the odd, sticky texture. He brung it to his lips and hesitated, scared at what it might taste like. He looked to James again, who gave him a stern nod. Slowly, he opened his mouth and licked it off. The taste was incredibly salty and almost jelly-like, and he recoiled, covering his mouth. It tasted disgusting.

He heard James chuckle and looked towards him, tears in his eyes. The Principal had that same, usual 'kind' smile he always had, and gestured towards the door, finally dismissing the badger cub.

Ty quickly left, shutting the door firmly behind him. He dashed down the hall to the bathroom and made his way into the boy's bathroom. Since it was after school, the place was thankfully empty. He looked down at his cum-covered body and whimpered, dipping into the cubicle beside him and taking a piece of toilet paper. One after the other, he dabbed and wiped at the various bits of cum, dripping the soggy, sticky wads of toilet paper into the basin. He was finally done, and flushed the toilet to wash the evidence away.

He made his way towards the circular sink that stood in the middle of the bathroom, with urinals and cubicles all around. He washed his hands thoroughly and then dashed the water all of his fur fur, cleaning it as best he could. He ducked under the blow dryer that felt the warm, heated air against his fur, drying himself off.

He checked the time, realising he was late. He tugged on his clothes and started to button on his shirt as he left the bathroom, walking briskly down the hall. He hopped on one foot as he tugged his socks on, and then his shoes. Fully dressed, he made his way outside.

His father was already waiting for him, and he slipped into the back seat as his father reversed out and down the road. The cub was quiet, and for good reason: he had a lot to think about.

Ricky lounged in the front seat as he drove, and heard his phone buzz. He idly picked it up and read the message that was sent to him from the principal: 'The video will be emailed soon'.

Ricky smiled to himself as he adjusted the rear-view mirror so he could see his son. He looked dejected, and Ricky almost felt bad for him.

"I hope you learnt your lesson." He said sternly to his son, and the cub quickly nodded, wiping his eyes. Ty didn't want to get in trouble ever again.