A VERY Unprincipled Family

Principal Kendra walks in like she already owns the room. Reagan feels her stomach drop. Chloe and Hazel stand stiff, exchanging one quick glance. They all wait while Kendra shuts the door and smiles without warmth. Kendra drops it straight out: she knows the whole school knows and she never did—Reagan is their stepmom, Hazel and Chloe are stepsisters. Worse, every asshole on campus has stories about Reagan slipping them A’s for nothing. Reagan opens her mouth, but the proof stacks high and hot on the desk, messages, grades, photos. She swallows hard. “Fine,” Reagan says, voice thin. “I’ll handle it at home.” Kendra laughs once. “Too late. You’ll do it here. Now. I watch.” Nobody moves until Kendra snaps her fingers. The girls shuffle forward, hips meeting the edge of the desk, skirts flipped, bare asses already pink from nerves. Reagan hesitates, then starts—open palm, sharp crack, one cheek then the other. Chloe bites her lip; Hazel’s breath leaves in short, ragged gasps. Each smack lands loud, heat blooming, skin flushing darker with every swing. Kendra doesn’t blink. Her own thighs press together under the long wool skirt. The teacher’s hand slows, fingers lingering, spreading, testing. The girls push back into the touch without thinking. Something in the air thickens, greedy and electric. Kendra steps closer. Her voice is low, rough at the edges. “Keep going, Reagan. Show me you mean it.” She lays a hand over Reagan’s, guiding the next slap, then slips two fingers down, sliding between slick folds like she’s already part of the punishment. Four bodies crowd the desk; breathing turns ragged; the room smells like sweat and raw want. Kendra’s blazer hits the floor. Nobody’s getting out clean.