Donkey Punch

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft, Ma/ft, ft/ft, Fa/ft, Consensual, BDSM, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Petting, Exhibitionism, Teacher/Student, School, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: A teenage slut enjoys her first day in school...sorta. Actually, some of it kinda annoys her a little, but being a slut, Bambi knows better than to complain.

Meanwhile, on another planet...

"The Principal will see you now, Mrs. Person," Amanda said, smiling politely.

"Miss Person," my mom corrected the school secretary with a tiny scrunch of her nose. "I'm not married."

"Oh!" Amanda nodded, like that made a difference and turned her smile on me as we stood up.

"She's just a slut," I explained, since I'm sort of like that. I always feel like I have to say something for some reason.

"Bambi!" Mom giggled. "Be nice."

"What?" I asked, just like any fifteen year old girl would. "You are a slut."

"Shhhh..." Mom shushed me as she peeked into the Principal's office, biting her bottom lip and pulling a lock of golden hair from her blue eyes.

We look much the same, Mom and me, except she's almost thirty and so she looks older. She hated that though, being twenty-nine, I mean, and Mom always tried to look younger. She really liked it when people would wonder if we were sisters and so Mom liked to dress us as if we were twins or something. I didn't really mind because Mom has a serious body and pretty awesome taste in clothes, but sometimes it could be a little strange. Like coming to my first day at a new school looking exactly like Mom.

Except younger, you know.

So that would explain our matching Sailor Moon outfits. Short, pleated mini-skirts in baby-blue that didn't hide our red thongs no matter what we did. The same silk blouses, white and so thin as to be sheer with red demi-cup bras underneath. Mom wore a 36C and mine happened to be a 30B, but they looked pretty identical either way and we both had the same swollen, tawny nipples poking out above the lace. We had the red neckerchiefs, fashionably loose and careless beneath our collars. Matching red shoes; five inch stilettos for Mom, while my heels were only three because of the school's dress code.

Even our collars matched, but I couldn't blame that on Mom. Our Master had picked those out for us, of course. They were very thin and very black, my own rather stiff as I'd finally outgrown my old one. I was relieved too, believe me, my old collar had definitely been a Kiddie Kollar, you know? It had been pink and blue, with tiny teddy bears around it. I couldn't even imagine wearing something like that to high school! No way! So having an adult collar, even a very simple one, made me feel a lot better. But naturally, that was the first thing to go.

"Don't be shy," the Principal said in a soft and surprisingly pleasant voice. "It's alright. You can come in now."

"Thank you, Sir," Mom said with a dip of her head and I followed her example, keeping my eyes down and putting my hands together in the small of my back.

When Mom knelt on the plush carpeting, I did the same, taking my place beside her with well-practiced ease. Gracefully too, I hoped, but I resisted the urge to look at the Principal and get a clue. I'd probably get a lot more than that!

"Now," the Principal sighed and I heard the creaking of a leather chair, "which of you is my new sophomore, I wonder?"

Mom giggled softly and I knew she was pleased by the compliment.

"No, don't tell me," the Principal said with a chuckle. "Look at me, Bambi."

"Ma'am," I replied immediately, lifting my chin and fixing my eyes on the beautiful woman sitting behind her desk.

"I thought so," she nodded. "You're slouching."

"Ma'am," I breathed, feeling my face redden as I tried to straighten myself more than I already was. I pushed my shoulders back, thrusting my breasts towards her and I didn't think it could be much of an improvement; I'd never been accused of slouching in my life!

"We'll have to work on that," she decided. "Won't we, Bambi?"

"Yes, Ma'am!" I agreed quickly.

"You should take example from your mother," the Principal said. "Such wonderful form. Tell me, Miss ... Person, is it? Where did you go to school?"

"Here, Mistress," Mom answered, keeping her eyes down while mine stayed on the Principal.

"Of course you did!" The woman rose from behind her desk, picking up a length of chain. "St. Obeisance never forgets her alumni, Miss Person. We're very pleased to see you again."

"Thank you, Mistress." Mom fairly beamed beneath her shroud of golden hair.

"And now we have you, Bambi." The Principal stepped in front of me, dangling the stainless choker from her fingers. "Please remove your daughter's collar, Miss Person. She'll be wearing a new one while attending her classes."

"Of course, Mistress!" Mom replied and I didn't move a muscle as she unbuckled my collar and put it in her purse.

"This will be your choker, Bambi," the Principal told me as she slipped it somewhat awkwardly over my head. "You mustn't come to school without it."

"Yes Ma'am." I waited patiently as she worked the metal over my eyes and nose, past my lips and chin. It was a tight fit getting it over my head and of course it finally hung rather loosely around my neck, but that could be easily fixed.

"Umph!" I gave an involuntary gasp as the Principal hooked a finger through the ring at the end and gave the choker a quick jerk so that it tightened immediately.

She didn't actually pull hard enough to choke me or anything, but just enough to make me feel the smooth links pressing into my delicate skin. The Principal seemed satisfied with that and for a second I regretted making any sound at all, but she let that go and I was glad. I really didn't need to get into trouble on my first day of school.

"Are you on birth control?" the Principal wondered, stepping back and putting her hands on her hips.

"No Ma'am," I said softly, clearing my throat and then repeating my answer louder.

"You sound a bit ... nervous," she smiled at me. "Have you had a child yet?"

"No, Ma'am," I told her truthfully.

"Why not?" The Principal narrowed her dark eyes and I felt my tummy knotting up.

"I ... I don't know," I replied. "Ma'am."

"Are you a virgin?" she asked, pursing her crimson lips.

"No, Ma'am," I answered. "I just, um ... I'm not a breeder."

"Are you a lesbian?"

"No, Ma'am!" I blinked at her. "I'm a bi-sexual slut."

"Good," she nodded. "Deviant behavior will not be tolerated at St. Obeisance, Bambi."

"Yes, Ma'am," I agreed quickly.

"We expect our young ladies to worship cock," she continued sternly, "regardless of their station in life. I hope you won't disappoint me."

"No, Ma'am!" I swallowed hard. "I mean ... yes, Ma'am."

"Hmmm..." The Principal seemed a little dubious as she stared at me and I forced myself not to look down.

She seemed kind of young to be a principal, I thought, but she'd probably been bred for Dominance. If I'd had to guess, I figured the woman to be about twenty-three maybe. She looked like a principal though, no doubt about that. She wore a tight fitting suit, black like her hair, and tight on her slim body. She had smallish breasts and narrow hips, definitely not a breeder, but incredibly long legs, very well toned. I especially liked her slender ankles and muscular calves. For some reason I've always liked that part of a woman the most, of all the parts not usually hidden, I mean.

What the Principal thought of me, I couldn't tell yet. I wouldn't even try to guess, not until I'd been at the school for awhile. Everyone has their own pet fetish, usually more than one, and I was pretty sure I'd find out what the Principal liked in due time. That's one of the nice things about being a full-bred slut; everyone wants to have fun with me. The bad part, if there even is one, is that sometimes their idea of fun and my idea of fun aren't exactly the same thing.

But that's why I was going to school, right?

"Alright," the Principal sighed. "You may leave, Bambi. Amber will have your schedule and help you find your way around."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"You're a student. You'll address me as Mistress now," she said. "Tell Amber to hold my calls for..." she looked at my mom, " ... Show me your tongue, Miss Person."

I watched from the corner of my eye as Mom did as she was told, lifting her head and extending her long pink tongue.

"Tell Amber I'll be unavailable for thirty minutes," the Principal decided with a smile, "while I have a little ... chat ... with your mother."

"Yes, uh ... Mistress."

I stood quickly, without bothering to try and smooth my skirt, and left the room. I paused long enough to curtsy at the door, but Mom had already unzipped and was now carefully lowering the Principal's skirt. Neither of them gave me so much as a glance and I felt a small twinge of envy, or jealousy maybe, as it should have been me sucking the Principal's cunt. I mean, I was the new girl in school and everything, but Mom had graduated from St. Obeisance herself, so ... I kinda have issues with my mom, as you may have noticed.


"So you went to a public school before, huh?" Amber asked me as we walked the empty hallways of my new school.

"Yeah," I nodded. "It was okay."

"How do you like being a slut?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "How do you like being a secretary?"

"I like it," she smiled at me. "I just graduated last year and the next day they had me working in the office."

"That musta been kinda weird."

"A little," the girl admitted. "But it's nice too. I mean, I didn't have to go out and look for a job or anything."

"Hmph," I nodded. "They don't auction you guys off or anything?"

"Service girls?" Amanda giggled. "Not usually. Who would pay for me?"

"I don't know," I admitted, giving her a look up and down.

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