A Trip to the Principal's Office (Jana's Journey, Part One)

Also by Natasha Stevens

The Jana’s Journey series

Jana’s Journey Part One: A Trip to the Principal’s Office

Jana’s Journey Part Two: A Trip to the Nightclub

Jana’s Journey Part Three: A Trip to the Health Spa

Jana’s Journey Part Four: A Trip to the Beach House

Jana’s Journey Part Five: A Trip to the Masquerade Party

Jana’s Journey Part Six: A Trip to the Police Station

Jana’s Journey Part Seven: A Trip to the Basement

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Stepdad, Teach Me How to Have Sex with a Girl

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Jana sat with her knees pressed tightly together, waiting for the principal to arrive, not sure whether she should be scared o
r
excited.

Did the principal want to praise her for something, or to punish her? She certainly couldn’t imagine that she’d done anything wrong, and her grades were excellent.

He’d called her into the office, and then gone outside to speak with the secretary.

She took her compact mirror out of her purse and nervously straightened her long honey-blonde hair and checked her makeup. It looked fine. Her big green eyes filled the mirror, and she
smiled and
winked at herself.

Finally he came back into the room, and she heard him saying goodbye to the secretary before closing the door behind him. It was 3:15 now and school had finished for the day.

“All right, Jana,” said Principal Stevens, sitting down behind his desk. “How are you fe
eling today?” He smiled at her
. His piercing blue eyes met hers.
He was a handsome man
, with thick dark hair and smooth olive skin. All
the girls in school had a crush on him. She’d only spoken to him a few times before.

“Fine, sir. Am I
…
in trouble?” she asked meekly.

“Do you feel like you deserve to be in trouble?” he asked,
still smiling
.

There was something cold in the smile, she thought.
“I
…
no, I don’t think so.” 

He looked at the file in front of him. “Your 18
th
birthday was last week,” he said.

“Yes, sir.” 

“My birthday was last week also. I turned
43
.”

“Twenty-five years older than me,” she said
, crossing her arms in front of herself.
She had wondered how old he was; he was certainly youthful-looking
,
with
a t
rim muscular body and
only a bit of grey hair around his temples.

“I see you’ve been paying attention in math class, anyway. Your grades are excellent and all your teachers say you work very hard. That’s not why you’re here. Do you have any idea why you
are
here?”

Her heart was thudding in her chest. “No, sir, I don’t.”

He stood up and paced in front of her, glancing down at
her, his hands behind his back. He wore a grey suit and a dark red necktie.

“Your
uniform, maybe? Do you think it meets regulations?”

She looked down at herself; the top two buttons of her blouse were undone, and she hadn’t noticed. Regulations were that only the first could be unbuttoned.

She felt her face growing red. “I’m sorry, sir.”

She hurriedly began to fasten the button.

“Stop,” he said coldly. “Leave it as it is.”

Her hands dropped into her lap again. She couldn’t look up at him, but felt his gaze bearing down on her.

“I’
m so sorry, sir. I’ll fix it if …
”

“No, leave it. You came in here, with your blouse open enough for me to see your bra. What does that say about you?”

S
he felt her face growing red. “I …
It was just an accident, sir. I didn’t notice it.”

“Look up at me, Jana.”  He was standing over her now,
towering over her,
so tall and broad-shouldered, his hands on his hips.

She looked up, shyly.  “I’m really sorry, it just came open accidentally.” 

“Accidentally …
and what color is your bra, Jana
?
” 

She felt her face radiating heat. “Sir, I . . .” 

“Regulations in this school are for girls not to wear colored bras, because they must wear white blouses. What color is your bra, Jana?”

“It’s white!” she said, shocked.

“I don’t think so. It looks more
pink, to me.”

“It’s white, but it has some
little
red designs on it,” she admitted
. She
felt the heat spreading down to her chest, and she couldn’t look up at him anymore.

He was pacing back and forth again. “Why did you do that, Jana? That’s two rules broken in one day. What would your mother think?”

“She’d be very upset,” Jana said quickly. Her mother had always warned her to be a good girl.
“I wore it because I didn’t have another clean. I work as a babysitter some days, and my mother is very busy also, sometimes we get behind on the laundry.” 

“You don’t have boyfriends, I know. You keep to yourself. You don’t socialize much. You’re very serious. Is your mother proud of you?”

“Yes, she is,” Jana said, all too aware that from his position the principal could see directly down her blouse
into her shirt, could see
her
ample
breasts, cupped in the ti
ght lace white and red bra. It was one of her favorites, but she had known she shouldn’t wear it to school. 

“You live alone with your mother, if I’m not mistaken. Immigrants from Russia, right?”

“
Yes, sir.
We came here five years ago.
But my
father was American.
” 

“
I saw in your file that your
mother is only 36. A little younger than me. Not married?”

“No sir. My father hasn’t lived with us for many years.”

“Your mother got pregnant at a young age,
it seems.
”

“Yes,
sir.”

“Is that why you’re a good girl? She warned you not to make the same mistakes she did?”

“Yes,” she said
, in a small voice.
She felt herself begin to tear up. Her mother worked so hard and wanted only the best for her daughter.

“So what would your mother think, if she knew that you came in here, with your blouse unbuttoned, showing me your bra?”

Jana felt tears coming to her eyes. “But I didn’t do it on purpose
, s
ir!” 

“Just tell me. What would she think, if she knew that you did this?”

“I didn’t mean to do it! I’ll button it back up if you let me!”  Her hands moved up to fasten the button and she was surprised when he rather roughly pushed her hands away.

“I told you not to do that,” he said.

She looked down at her hands in her lap.
She felt the heat radiating off her, so scared, so helpless, feeling her nipples tingle on her breasts, which felt all too exposed.

He sat next to her on the small sofa. “Aren’t you proud of your body, Jana?”

She
couldn’t answer, looking down.

“Answer me, Jana.”

“I am,” she said. “I exercise a lot. I used to do ballet, back in Russia.”

“Why did you stop
?
” he asked.

“My breasts got too big,” she said, and then clutched her mouth in
embarasment
at what she’d said.

Principal Stevens leaned back and smiled. “You know what we call girls who like to show off their bodies, but never go out with anybody? Never let anybody touch them?”

She looked down at her hands in her lap.

“Yes,” she said finally. “I know.”

“What’s that word, Jana?” he asked softly.

“Tease,” she said. “The other students call me a tease, a lot.”

“Do you think you’re a tease, Jana?” his voice was smooth and soft.

She felt a tear roll down her hot cheek and splash into her cleavage.

“No,” she said meekly. “I’m a good girl!”

“Does a good girl show off her breasts to the principal, Jana?”

She shook her head back and forth.

“I know how upset your mother
will be. Won’t she be upset?”

“Yes! Very!” More tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Then I’ll give you a choice. Either I can call your mother and tell her what you did, or we can use corporal punishment.”

She sniffled. “What’s corporal punishment?”

“A spanking. It’s permitted here; your mother signed a form allowing it.”

“But … I … ” S
he felt more hot tears running down her chest into her bra. “I’m a good girl!” she said desperately.

“That’s why I’m giving you a choice, Jana. Don’t you see that I want to help you, here?” He stroked her long blonde hair.

“Yes,” she said quietly. She felt the warmth and strength radiating from him, as he sat a few inches away from her. “I know you want to help me.”

“I do,” he said softly. “So, what’s your choice?”