I'm waiting in my office wearing a grey pencil skirt and a black suit vest, with a white button up vest shirt underneath. You soon knock on my door and I call you in. After you sit down, you try to make a joke about the ruler I tap on my clipboard, by asking if I'm going to spank you with it. With an eye roll, I tell you why you're here by listing off all of your offenses, which I have been neatly printed out in front of me. My demeanor seems to be light-hearted, with some teasing and mocking, but that soon changes.
"It seems you've already been to detention and the principle.", I smirk, "Now you've been sent to me." and I specify that I'm the one you get sent to when you've been a really bad boy. A specialist of sorts. I start unbuttoning my business vest, which makes you sweat a little, before I get very close to your face with mine to let you know what this ruler is really for. "If you move while receiving your punishment", I purr, "I will not hesitate to use this on your conveniently exposed nether-bits." and I gesture to the chair which happens to have one of those little hump things in the middle, causing your legs to spread enough to get at your most tender parts. I take off my vest, while I finish explaining that since I'm the super secret school specialist, nobody knows about me except the tippy top of the ladder, which also means that nobody knows you're here. "You better be a very good boy", I breathe in a hushed tone, "because I can't get in trouble!", and I grin when I see you start finally showing some fear.
Seeming instantly chipper, I chirp, "Now hold still! Don't move!", and I bring my sickeningly stinky and 8-weeks of hairy pit right up to you and start rubbing it all over your face and nose. You try to dig your head back into the chair's head rest, but it's stiff, leaving really no room to get away. "Oh no", I mock, "don't throw up!", and I smoosh my other slimy odorous pit so firmly up your nose that you can almost taste it! "Aww, you don't like it?", I moan, "Doesn't it suck to have someone picking on you?". Hint hint, you bully.
Feeling a delicious level of satisfaction, I decide to really get my point across by revealing my superpower. "Whenever I eat heavy or strongly scented food", I explain, "it's fragrance is then reflected directly from my armpit glands. The worse the food, the more foul and greasy my pit sweat will be, with the hair catching and spreading the viscous reek to coat both of my armpits.". I bring my face back to yours and tell you what this specific armpit flavor is today, by listing off all of the fetid foods I ate, which happens to be a bag of sour cream & onion chips, a container of 7-layer bean dip, and a whole can of refried beans topped with tortilla chips, avocado, sour cream and salt. I lick my lips while taunting you about how wonderful I must smell right now.
When I bring my malodorous pit-sacs back to your face, you attempt to jerk your head away again, which earns you a solid ruler thwack that nicks the tip of your lil' pecker, causing you to quickly behave. I continue to rub my pits all over your face with happy delight, and occasionally, while laughing, I'll wipe out the revolting sweat sludge and then shove my fingers up your nose or in your mouth. I even brave a sniff myself, which instantly repulses me, with my nose wrinkling. I even make you stick your tongue so I can smear my armpits back and forth on it, or so I can make lick them repeatedly. "You're going to make my armpits shine in a different way.", I laugh, and then order you to nibble and suck the slick slimy sweat off of my pit hair.
You feel a bit of hope when I pull away to congratulate you on the level of cleanliness you've given my armpits, but I quickly bring my face right back up to yours and ask in a dangerous tone if we have an understanding here. You nod vigorously, but in wanting to make sure the lesson really sticks, I use my fingers to dig around in my pits to find whatever you didn't. You realize what's happening and beg me not to, but I reply in a strict tone, "Oh? And how many of your bullied students begged you to stop?", and stacking my first 3 fingers on each hand together, I shove them into your mouth and down your throat, intentionally trying you make you gag on the rotten pit juice.
After I have you give each pit one last smooch and lick, I finally decide the punishment is over. "Now, you see why I'm here.", I assert strictly. I give you a warning that if, by chance, I find that you've gone right back to your bad behavior, then you'll soon feel your butt back in that chair, while you alleviate my rancid clammy armpit gunk with your face, nose, and tongue.
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*Please excuse the couple of scratches and occasional red areas in my pits. I had dedicated a whole day to armpit videos, and the constant attention definitely had an effect that, oh, so tender skin*
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