Tammy - Teen Muscle Goddess By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com Chapter 13 Explaining My Principles to the Principal Monday, Zoe picked me up at my house. She didn't bother to come to the front door, but just honked the horn. I grabbed my backpack and walked out the front door closing it behind me. "Hi," I said as I got in. Not hearing a response nor having her drive away from the curb, I turned to her. Staring at me, I said, "What?" "What do you mean, what," she said, "Tammy, you're going to get sent to the principal's office." I smiled then said, "Maybe, maybe not, but whatever, I'm tired of wearing baggy clothes. Don't you think I look good?" "It's not a question of 'if I think you look good', of course you look good. You're fantastic," Zoe said, "it's just that the dress code ... " I interrupted her by holding up a hand, "Well, maybe I'll see about getting the dress code changed." She didn't say any more, but stared at me for a few seconds then put the car in drive and drove away. I had taken a great deal of time selecting what I would wear today. I looked down to see that the black leather mini-skirt which I now had on was midway between my knees and my crotch. It fit snuggly on my narrow hips and revealed an ample amount of my muscular quads. I flexed the quads as I admired them. "Mistress," Zoe said, "please, stop doing that." It took me a second to understand, but she said, "I'll crash if you distract me with those muscles." I laughed and said, "That's what I love about you, Zoe, you say the sweetest things," and gave her thigh a squeeze. The sleeveless tiger print blouse I wore was a complement to the skirt. While it wasn't tight, it was tapered to enhance my muscular upper body. The single strap 3-inch pumps, I knew, made my calves 'ripped'. 'Well, here we go,' I thought as we pulled into the school parking lot. Zoe didn't say a word, but got out and walked around to my car door. I opened it and turned in my seat and stepped out. With the heels I was several inches taller than Zoe. She looked up into my eyes and said, "Good luck, mistress." I smiled and said, "Thanks, Zoe, I'll see you at lunch." Zoe headed for a gate which would lead to her first class, while I headed for the main entrance and my first period class. As I stepped out from between the rows of parked cars, I looked through the windshield of a car which had stopped to let me pass. The male drive sat with his mouth slightly open as did his female companion. 'That's the look I was hoping to get,' I thought, and strode towards the main entrance. As I climbed the steps all eyes were on me and conversations were forgotten. Those nearest the stairs were focused on my calves. I knew they were 'pumped' as I walked up to the entrance. "#Ah, mi, es una diosa!" Mr. Diaz the Spanish teacher said as I was about to walk through the entryway, and then quickly added, "MS Connors, I think you need to see the principal." I stared at him. I thought, 'I figured I'd at least make it to first period before getting sent to the office.' "Yes, Mr. Diaz," I said and smiled at the man. He swallowed and I could see his Adam's apple bob up and down. I turned and headed for the offices, only yards away. I opened the door as Coach Morris was coming away from the counter. "Hi, coach," I said. He looked up from the papers he was holding. "Connors, how ... " he said and stopped when he looked at me. "Holy cow, Tammy," he whispered, "You really are pushing the envelope with those clothes. I don't know if I can help when MS Pierce sees you." I smiled at him and said, "I don't think I'll need your help, coach, but do you like this outfit?" I did a slow turn so that he might look from all angles. "Ahh, sure," he said, "you know I do, but I have to be going," and he quickly opened the door and headed for the athletic field and the gym. "I'm here to see MS Pierce," I told the secretary. "She's not in right now, what did you want to see her about?" she asked not bothering to look up from her computer screen. "I'm not sure, Mr. Diaz said I should come see the principal," I said. Now she looked up but could only see my broad shoulders above the counter. "OK, come on in and you can wait on the bench," she said. I pushed through the swinging gate that separated the lobby area from the office area. As soon as I stepped through, the secretary's eyes widened. I loved watching people's expressions. I took a seat on a bench against the wall facing the secretary. Tearing her eyes away from me, she glanced back at her computer screen, then at me and back at the screen. This continues for a couple of minutes, so I thought I'd have a little fun. While she was looking at her monitor, I uncrossed my legs and sat with them apart as a boy would do. I pretended to look at one of the brochures that was on a table by the bench, but kept watching the secretary out of the corner of my eye. At first, she stole a glance at me, and then the glance lingered and she began to shift in her chair. The woman was in her early twenties and 'not bad looking,' I thought. She was conservatively dressed in a pair of navy slacks and a white cotton blouse. You could see her bra beneath the blouse. 'She probably has nice tits,' I thought, 'why does she hide them beneath that bra?' I casually rolled the brochure length-wise and turned to look back at the woman. She quickly turned back to the monitor in front of her. While her attention was diverted, I leaned forward and placed one end of the brochure beneath my skirt, the edge of the paper touching my clit. She glanced at me one more time and I got up from the bench and took a step towards her desk. "Do you know anything about this," I asked, unrolling the brochure. The top edges were damp from where I had it in contact with my clit, and she looked at it not fully understanding. "I said," I repeated, "do you know anything about this?" handing her the brochure, making sure that she had to grasp the wet end. She turned the pamphlet around so that she could read the title, 'Teenagers and Sex, the Unanswered Questions.' She blinked and then realized that her fingers were moist. She looked down at them not realizing how they had gotten damp, and then she looked back at me. I smiled down at the woman. Just then the office door opened and MS Pierce entered. MS Pierce is in her early forties but in decent shape. I had heard that she was an avid runner and lived alone having gone through a failed marriage. I straightened up. She looked at me and asked, "Who are you?" "Connors, ma'am," I said, "Tammy Connors." "Not one of my regulars, huh," she said, then to the secretary, "Julie, pull MS Connors file, will you? Let's go this way, Connors," and she led me into her office. A minute later, Julie brought a folder in. 'My file,' I thought. I watched as the secretary left, closing the door behind her. The office has windows covered with blinds much like the window in the coaches' office. These were open and I saw as the secretary sat back at her desk, she lifted the pamphlet I had handed her and put it under her nose. 'Enjoy that,' I thought. I turned my attention back to the principal and she was looking at the paperwork in my folder. "So, Conners," MS Pierce said, "why are you dressed like that?" and she closed the folder on her desk. "I'm dressed like this to better show off my muscles, MS Pierce," I answered, "I've put in a lot of hard work to build these babies up, so I didn't want to hide them." I flexed my bicep while I watched the expression on her face. She tried to remain passive, but I saw her eyes widen slightly and she pursed her lips in a silent, 'Ohh!' "Look, Tammy," the principal said, "I can appreciate all of the hard work and effort you've put in to building your muscles. I see by your file that you've also put the effort into your grades, as well," and she tapped my folder on her desk, "but the mini-skirt will be a distraction if I'm to allow you to go to class. Let me see how short it is, please, have a seat." I sat in a chair facing MS Pierce's desk, the hem of my leather skirt riding up to mid-thigh. She looked at my legs and I flexed those massive quads for her. She smiled but said, "Yes, that would be a distraction for the young men in your class. I'm afraid I need for you to run home and change before I let you into class." "Oh," I said, "My friend, Zoe drove today. Couldn't I just finish out the day today?" She seemed to consider this, and then said, "I'll tell you what, I'll drive you home and you may change, how's that?" "That would be great, MS Pierce, thanks," I said, "that won't be a problem, will it?" "No," she said, "let me just get my purse," and she took a key ring from her jacket pocket and unlocked the bottom drawer of her desk to retrieve her purse. As she did, I slipped a finger deep within myself. She held the door for me and I walked to the outer office, MS Pierce behind me. I was nearly to the swinging gate at the end of the counter when I said, "Oh, I'm sorry, you have something at the corner of your mouth," and quickly brushed the secretary's lips with my forefinger. "There," I said, "that's better," and smiled as she ran a tongue across the droplet of my cum that I placed there. She smiled and said softly, "Thank you," and blushed. MS Pierce wore a black business suit with a plum silk blouse and matching shoes. She carried herself well and had auburn shoulder length auburn hair. We drove to my house in her late model Honda. I unlocked the door and held it open for her. She glanced around the entryway as I sat my backpack by the entry table. "Are your parent's home?" she asked. "They've passed away," I said, "It's just my brothers and I." "Oh," she said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know." "That's OK," I said, "I guess that wasn't in my file," and added, "why don't you help me pick out something that you feel is more 'appropriate' for school." She stood there for a moment considering this request and then said, "Very well." "My bedroom is this way," I said and headed in that direction. "You have a large house," she said as we walked down the hallway. "Yes," I said, "plenty of room for my three brothers and me, but sometimes their girlfriends sleep over, but you probably don't want to know about that do you?" And I half turned to look at her as I entered my bedroom. She didn't answer, but looked at my king size bed and the mirrored closet. My bed was made and the only thing that may have been considered out of place was a pair of dumbbells that I had taken from our gym. "You certainly have a neat room," she said. "Thank you, I have my youngest brother clean it and make my bed," I lied as I unzipped my skirt and stepped out of it. She stole a glance at me wondering about what I had said, but then was embarrassed to look at me naked. She pretended to look at something on the top of my dresser, but I could tell her eyes kept steeling looks at me. "Your brother cleans your room and makes your bed?" she asked. "Yes," I said, "He does what I tell him," and having removed my blouse, hung it in the closet, and then turned to face the principal. "Are you ready," I asked. "Ready?" she asked looking at me in the mirror. "Yes," I said, "ready to help me pick out something to wear." "Ahh, yes," she said, and cleared her throat, "put your underwear back on." "Back on?" I asked, "I don't wear underwear, or bras for that matter." She turned and looked at me. "I find them restricting," I said. "You came to school without underwear under that skirt?" she asked. I nodded, then turned and opened my wardrobe closet. I stood aside and said, "What do you suggest?" She looked hesitant to get close but finally approached the closet. I reached past her my shoulder brushing hers as I grabbed a pair of spandex leggings that were hanging there. "What about these," I said, "they'd show my muscles but no skin if that's what you're worried about." She seemed to consider that. "Let's find something a little more 'age appropriate' shall we?" she said. "Age appropriate," I asked, "I'm eighteen, and I don't own a jumper or a 'Raggedy Ann' dress." This drew a smile from her and she said, "That wasn't exactly what I was thinking," and she continued to separate the clothes on the rack, looking at first one thing then another. Finally she pulled a blouse from the closet, "Here, what about this?" she asked. Quietly I took the hanger she was holding and removed the blouse. I put it on and buttoned it up. It was snug and I inhaled and flexed my biceps. The shirt split along the seams then the fabric ripped across the back as I brought my arms across my chest. Rather than unbutton what was left I merely pulled it from the neckline. The shirt came away with a loud rip. "I don't think that one will do," I said and laughed softly as I dropped the destroyed shirt on the floor. She looked down at the shirt which was now reduced to a rag. "You are strong, Tammy. I may call you Tammy, can't I?" she asked. "When we're here, you shall call me Mistress Tammy or merely, mistress," I said. She looked at me for a long time, and then said, "Very well, Mistress Tammy, I'll call you that outside of school, but you will need to adhere to the dress code, is that a fair trade off?" I thought about that a second, and then said, "Agreed." "Excellent," she said, "Now we just have to find something for you that fits," and turned back to my closet. "MS Pierce," I said, picking up the spandex leggings that I had tossed on the bed, "why don't you try these on. I think you would look 'hot' in them." She turned once more and studied the leggings. I knew when I took them from the closet that she was interested in them. "No," she said, looking into my eyes, "they're a little young for me. Remember, 'age appropriate'." "You're not old, MS Pierce and you're certainly in great shape," I said, "I bet these leggings would make your legs appear shapelier. Here, give them a try." She reached for them slowly then removed the pants hanger and held them up. "All right," she said, "why don't you keep looking for something to wear?" I looked through my closet as the principal unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She had on a pair of white cotton briefs. "You have to take the underwear off to wear the leggings," I said over my shoulder, and she looked at me. "That's another reason I don't wear underwear, the visible panty line," I said as she stepped out of her briefs. I turned and watched as she pulled the leggings on. The spandex clung to her legs. "You do look 'hot', MS Pierce," I said. She was now looking at herself in the mirror, turning one way, then the other and finally looking over her shoulder at her butt. "What do you think," I asked. "Hmm," she said, "I like them." "Good," I said, "You can keep them. I've got several pair." "No, really, I couldn't accept them, not from a student," she said as she slid them down her legs and stepped out of them. "How about from a lover," I asked as I reached around her and placed my hand on her butt, pulling her close to me. Before she could answer, I covered her mouth with mine, exploring with my tongue. Her resistance lasted but a minute, and then she began to kiss me back while her hand played over my back and down to my firm butt. When we pulled apart, she said, "You're beautiful." I smiled at her and said, "Thank you; you're the first person that has told me that in a very long time." I then began to unbutton her blouse. "Wait, we shouldn't, Tammy," she said, "Err, Mistress Tammy, we need to get back to school. I can come back." She was right, of course, and I smiled and thought, 'Yes, I'll have you back and I'll teach you how to serve your mistress.' "We'll go back as soon as you take care of my need," I said. She cocked her head and looked at me. "You're an attractive woman and I need to have you make me climax," I said. She stepped back and brought a hand to her mouth, then said, "No, I couldn't, I shouldn't, Tammy, we've already gone too far." I stepped forward and took her face in both of my hands and said, "It's Mistress Tammy, do you understand, and when I say to service your mistress, you service my pussy, now get that worthless tongue of yours to work." I detected a look of fear in her eyes. 'Good,' I thought, 'I'll break you down then rebuild you so that serve my needs.' With her head held in my grasp, I pushed her head lower and lower until she had to sink to her knees. I then brought her face close to my womanhood. I could feel her warm breath on my labia, and it was turning me on. "No, please," she said softly and I laughed and said, "Pleasure your mistress, bitch, I know you want to. I need to come in that sweet mouth of yours." She stopped struggling as she began to flick the lips of my clit with the tip of her tongue. "Hmm," I said, "Marvelous." She put her hands on the back of my thighs then brought them up to grasp my butt. As she brought me to orgasm I said, "Lap my juices, my pet, you did well." Once I was satiated, I let go of her head. At first she didn't get to her feet, but continued to clean my pubes of last drops of my cum. When she did get to her feet, she licked her lips and I said, "You're an apt pupil," and smiled at her. "Thank you, mistress," she said. "Now we've probably gone too far," I said referring to what she had said earlier, "but we're two consenting adults. I'm a dominatrix of sort; I have a need, a passion and a desire to dominate those around me. Fortunately most individuals, whether outwardly or inwardly, want to be dominated by a strong woman. This has probably crossed your mind being a female school administrator, hasn't it?" I looked at her and she nodded. "So there you have it, MS Pierce. That's what drives me," I said, "and now you're one of my slaves; a submissive," and I played my fingertips over one of her nipples, feeling it stiffen with my touch. This brought a smile to my face and I said, "Don't worry, our relationship will remain confidential." I dropped my hand and pulled away from her and said, "Now, we should get back. But promise me one thing; you need to shave your pubes. When I make love to you, I want bare skin, not some bush." She blushed and I added, "Unless you don't want me to make love to you." "Oh, I do, mistress, I do," she said, "I'll shave." I put on a pair of grey spandex leggings and a pullover cotton top. "What do you think of these," I asked, "age appropriate?" She looked at me and said, "I swear, I can see the veins in those thighs, mistress. I don't think they're age appropriate, but they'll definitely get the attention of the other students." "And do they get your attention, MS Pierce?" I asked. She smiled and said, "Yes, mistress, I want to make love to your quads so bad." "You'll have your chance," I said. Looking somewhat rejected, MS Pierce began to pull her cotton briefs back on. "No panties or bra," I said, "If I come into your office I want to be able to see, feel and taste that pussy and your tits. Do you understand?" "Yes, mistress," she said and pulled her skirt back on and zipped it up. We left and headed back to school. We had only been gone an hour and a half, so MS Pierce said, "Come into the office and I'll write a note to get you back into class." I followed her into the office and stared at Julie, the secretary who smiled back at me. While MS Pierce was busy at the counter filling out my re-admittance notice, I quietly asked the secretary "Did you like my present?" Still smiling she said, "Yes, absolutely." That made me smile and I put a finger to her lips and said, "We need to 'hook up' so that you can service me, Julie, you have a sweet mouth." "Thank you, Tammy," she said and I put my finger back to her lips and said, "Shh, you must call me Mistress Tammy, my pet." She batted her eyes and said, "Yes, Mistress Tammy." Still smiling, I straightened up and gave her an 'air kiss'. "This should get you back in class," MS Pierce said as she handed me the slip of paper. "Thank you," I said, and then quietly said, "I'll see you later." She smiled and also said quietly, "I hope so, mistress." I turned and walked to my class. I met with Zoe at lunch and told her about the principal taking me home to change. "And what did she do while you were changing," Zoe asked. "It's more like what we did while I was picking out something to wear," I said. "You didn't!" Zoe said. I smiled and said, "Yes, MS Pierce knows how to pleasure her mistress, or at least she does now," and we both laughed, "By the way, her secretary is 'hot'." "That's the best part about getting sent to the office," Zoe said, "Sitting there looking at Julie." "I'll save her for you, Zoe," I said, lifting her chin with my finger and giving her a quick kiss. As the bell rung, I noticed several of the kids near us looking at Zoe and I. "What?" I asked the boy nearest us, and grabbed him by his shirt front, lifting him off the bench he had been sitting on, "you have a problem with me giving my girlfriend a kiss?" "N-no," he stammered, shaking his head. I dropped him and he landed on the bench hard. "Good," I said and walked away, Zoe on my heels. After school I worked the boys hard. They were ready for their first game. Once they had left, I did cable fly's and flat bench fly's. It always felt good to tax my muscles and then watch them in the mirror. I showered and considered the events of the day. 'I think MS Pierce understands me now,' I thought, 'or at least she understands who she's dealing with.' I toweled off, dressed and drove home. As I walked in, I began to undress. Tim was watching the news on TV in the living room. By the time I reached the couch, I was naked. I pushed him back and straddled his hips. "Get hard, Tim," I said, "Your sister needs you!"