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*IMPORTANT NOTE* - ABSOLUTELY NO UNDERAGE ROLEPLAY IMPLIED. This fic is three ADULTS roleplaying an abuse of power fantasy where even the roleplay characters are OF THE AGE OF CONSENT, and NOT CHILDREN.

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Rating: MA, NSFW
Spoilers: None
Trigger warnings: abuse of power fantasy, schoolgirl outfit as lingerie, orgasm in vagina, come sharing, come swallowing, dirty talk inc. C- word and "good girl", ponytail hairstyle

Discipline

Rafael Barba smoothed his hand across the polished wood surface of Olivia's desk, swallowing hard as he waited. The entire desktop had been cleared of what usually cluttered it, and the office was uncannily quiet – both inside, as well as out in the bullpen. Of course, it was a weekend, which he knew meant it was only the three of them around, but he was still on edge.

Finally, the knock on the office door.

Barba took a seat behind Liv's desk and cleared his throat. "Enter!"

Through the door slipped Olivia and Amanda – although, that isn't exactly who they would be for the next little while. Amanda was dressed in a typical "sexy schoolgirl" outfit, with a red plaid skirt, a white button-down shirt that barely contained her breasts in a pushup bra, and white knee socks under a pair of black mary-janes. She had even gone so far as to brush her hair into two low ponytails.

Olivia was the compliment to this: also in a white dress shirt, which was rolled sloppily to her elbows, with a red plaid tie that matched Rollins' skirt. Her hair was loose, and she wore black pants instead of a skirt, with her hands shoved deep into the pockets. The expression on her face was one of defiant boredom, whereas the blonde was pouting, attempting to look contrite.

"So, girls. In trouble again," he said, tenting his fingers below his chin. "What do you have to say for yourselves?"

"Sorry, Sir," Amanda said immediately, casting her gaze to the floor.

"Sorry," Liv echoed, less sincere.

"What was that?" he asked Liv, looking at her sternly, raising an eyebrow.

"Sorry," she repeated. "Sir."

"I don't know . . . " he mused, standing up from the desk. His cock was already beginning to tent his pants noticeably, and he crossed his arms as he came around the desk. Rafael stopped and leaned against the desk in front of them. "I'm not sure I'm so convinced by your apologies," he told them.

"Fuck this," Olivia muttered toward Amanda, "I'm outta here – "

But the blonde grabbed Liv's muscular forearm and held her still. "Wait," she told her. She raised her blue eyes to Barba. "What can we do to convince you, Sir?"

"Hmm," he smirked at her wolfishly. Rafael palmed his hand over his throbbing cock. "What can you do?" Slowly, he undid his belt and, then opened his pants. Pulling out his thick, smooth erection he stroked himself once or twice, looking back at Amanda's wide-eyed expression. "You can get over here and suck this," he offered casually.

Liv made a face and shook her head, but Rollins let go of her arm, nodding as she stepped forward. "I can," she told him, licking her lips. She got carefully to her knees and looked up at the dark-haired man, who tapped the slick head of his dick against her lips.

"Sorry to have you dirty up those clean white knee socks," he told her. "Open up, sweetie."

Amanda opened her mouth and let Barba push his cock in, then closed her lips around him and sucked in earnest. He put a hand on the top of her head and guided the steady bob of her head on his length. Soon, she was drooling around him, her saliva mixing with the leak of his precum, and when her head pulled back, it would glisten in strings from her lips and tongue.

Rafael groaned at the sight, and the sound sent a gush of wetness to Olivia's center. He looked over at the brunette. "What about you? How are you planning on convincing me?"

Liv uncrossed her arms and took a step towards the blonde on her knees. She held out a hand that Amanda took, and Olivia pulled her up and straight into her arms into a deep kiss. Amanda's mouth was still a slippery mess of spit and the taste of Barba on her tongue, and Rafael watched, growing impossibly harder at the visual.

"Ok," he told her, "that's a good start."

Olivia upped the ante by dropping both her hands to Amanda's skirt, pushing her fingers underneath. She slid straight into her virginal, white cotton panties and dragged two fingers up the dripping crevice there. The blonde sank against her touch, moaning into her mouth as Liv grinned.

Rafael had taken his cock in hand and was stroking it while looking at them. When Rollins pulled away panting, he grabbed her by the upper arm. "That'll work," he told them, then patted the desktop next to him. "Get over here," he told Amanda.

He took her by the hips and helped her onto the desk, where her skirt pooled around her waist and upper thighs. Pushing her back, he got her legs to fall open, the skirt rising to reveal her damp white panties. Barba's hand drifted over the soft cotton slowly, watching Amanda's blue eyes.

"I m going to make you feel good, now," he told her. Leaning down the dark-haired man ran the tip of his tongue up the damp crotch of her panties, pushing the material into the source of the moisture, making them wetter. As he continued, the combination of his saliva and her juices got her panties soaked, and Rollins was whining and bucking beneath his mouth as he sucked at her hard clit through the material.

"Oh! Mr. Barba . . . " she cried, breathless. Rafa pulled the underwear tight in one hand, the material wedging between her engorged labia and torturing her clit. "Ah!" Amanda grunted, her head jerking up from the desk, "God!"

"Olivia, get those pants off," he commanded, keeping his tight hold on Rollins' panties.

She took her time just to irritate him: loosening her tie, unbuttoning the white shirt before she undid the pants and pushed them off with her own underwear. Then Barba told her to get above Amanda on the desk and sit on her face. The blonde hummed with pleasure and didn't hesitate as Liv kneeled over her eager pink mouth.

"Fuck, Liv, you're soaking wet," she muffled out, her tongue sweeping the abundant flood onto her tongue before shoving into the opening of Liv's aching cunt.

She was facing Barba, her dress shirt open to expose her stomach muscles below her plain sports bra, and she met his gaze as she pushed the bra up, her hands pushing her breasts together, pinching the nipples roughly.
With a growl, he yanked down Amanda's panties. "Make her come in your mouth," he told Amanda, "while you come in mine."

Then he was back between her legs, this time with her bared to his gaze. He had a wide tongue, perfect for licking her clean, and he hungrily attempted to do just that. However, Olivia's delicious slit over Amanda's face kept the never ending lubrication of her folds going.

"Jesus, fuck!" the blonde cried as she gasped a breath, quickly sucking Liv's clit back into her mouth as Rafael was doing similar between her own legs, her pelvis bucking into the thrust of his tongue. Suddenly his thick fingers made an entrance and the shriek she let out sent vibrations into Olivia's pussy that made her moan. Amanda took advantage of this turn of events, bringing up one of her own hands and slotting a thumb over Liv's wet asshole.

"Amanda, Christ," Liv bit through gritted teeth, falling forward slightly and bracing herself on the blonde's ample tits. Since she was there already, she scooped Rollins' breasts out into her hands, rolling the pink nipples between her fingers and thumbs.

That, combined with Rafael's tongue now buried in her as his fingers flicked her clit, got Amanda coming hard. Like dominoes, this tipped Olivia over as well, rocking onto the blonde's mouth.

Barba stood up hurriedly, pushing his pants fully down to his ankles. His cock was angrily aroused, throbbing wildly, and his patience had waned. "Stay on her face," he told Liv, "I'm sure she can make you come a second time."

Though her knees were protesting against the varnished wood, Liv obeyed, watching heatedly as Barba grabbed Amanda under the thighs and pulled her to the edge of the desk, slicking his cock through her folds. Once, twice, then he fell forward and sank into her balls deep, grunting out, "Be a good girl and take your discipline."

Liv shuddered at his words, waiting for Rollins to get her bearings and move her tongue again. Barba pulled back, spanking Amanda's ass loudly, eliciting a moan. Then her tongue lapped out at Olivia's sensitive clit again, and Liv's eyes flew shut.

"Amanda, oh fuck I love your mouth . . . " she breathed.

"You should try her pussy," Rafael grinned as he continued to pump her hard.

"Yes, Sir," Liv replied, and this won her a moan of her own – from Barba, not the blonde. She was concentrating on the wet suck of Amanda's mouth on her again, when Rafael got his wits back about him, playing his part.

"Her pussy is sloppy wet for me," he teased Liv. "Are you sure you don't want to come see what a bad little slut she is?" He pulled out, his cock creamy with the evidence of Amanda's arousal, but Olivia didn't budge. He sank back in. "She . . . ungh . . . loves my . . . ungh cock, don't you?"

"Yes Sir!" muffled out from below Liv, who was desperate to see him fill Amanda with his load.

"I think she's learned her lesson, Sir," Olivia told him, licking her lips.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good girl," he nodded in agreement, bracing his hands against the edge of the desk as he jackhammered into her, coming with a satisfied growl. "Come down here," he panted to Liv, who fell forward and crawled down over Amanda on hands and knees.

Rafael pulled out of her pussy, putting a hand below her entrance to catch the drip of his spunk in his palm. He offered his cock to her first, which she cleaned obediently, then tipped the remnants in his hand onto her tongue and fucked it down her throat before letting her suck his fingers clean. When that was done, Olivia's head dropped down to Amanda's pussy, sticky with their mixed spend, and sucked her clit hard, pushing three fingers into her from her 69 position.

From behind her, Amanda raised her hand again, pushing a slender finger into Liv's ass, and both women were over the edge and writhing, one only strokes after the other.

Barba pulled up his pants and tucked himself in, getting redressed. Slowly, the two girls sat up on the edge of the desk, faces flushed with afterglow. They also sorted their outfits back out, then stood side by side in front of the desk again.

Rafael cleared his throat, smoothed his tie and sat in the chair. "I think you'll both need further discipline," he said, "but for now you're dismissed."

"Yes, Sir," they both chimed in unison, then ducked back out of the office and closed the door on the way.

END