DirtyMeStoryTime Rants/Help principal

From Create Your Own Story

"Principal, Tommy is being a bully again and hurting Terry!" You announce as you burst in, the secretary in the background yelling that the principal is busy, and you need to wait. Of course, Terry is being hurt, so you cannot waste time waiting for the principal to get unbusy.

The principal has a strange look on his face, and you see his arm move up and down. You go around the desk to see what he is doing, and giggle when you see his wee-wee in his hand, rubbing it furiously.

You see it looks red and angry.

"Oh, Mr. Principal! Are you okay?"

His head jerks up and he stares at you.

"It looks like it hurts!" you tell him, worried about how he might be suffering.

He looks at you in shock. "You shouldn't be here."

"But...here, let me help." You grab his wee-wee and start trying to rub it like he did.

You notice some pictures of some of the other girls in the school on his computer screen, but the strange thing is, they aren't wearing clothes. It must have been hot that day, you think to yourself. You actually feel a little jealous. Your mommy never lets you go places without clothes on. Even when it is unbearably hot outside. No fair.

"You shouldn't do that," he tell you.

"But, it is really red. It looks like something is wrong with it. Should I ask the front desk lady to call a doctor or something?"

He shakes his head and replies, "No, and you shouldn't tell anyone what you saw." He doesn't stop you though as you rub and pat his wee-wee.

"Oh, why not?" Then you remember that doctors can't tell other people about medical things, and realize maybe they are not supposed to tell. "I understand. People are not allowed to tell other people medical things. So I should not tell anyone about your hurt wee-wee."

He looks at you puzzled, yet still nods his head. "Yes." His voice seems a bit strained.

"Well, my mom always gives me a kiss when I have an owie." With that, you lean down and kiss his wee-wee.

It feels hot to your lips. Maybe he burned it? That was probably the reason it hurt. But you puzzle how rubbing would help when you burned your wee-wee. Like, when you touched the hot stove, you put your fingers in your mouth to help sooth the burning.

Yes, that is why it isn't working. I will put it in my mouth to help. You think, and promptly put your lips around his wee-wee.

His eyes go wide, but the rest of him goes all ridged.

You taste his pee on his wee-wee, and realize this is what he uses to go to the bathroom. You almost spit it out realizing he goes pee with it, but he needs help, so you keep it in your mouth.

After a minute or two, his hand starts pushing your head, until the wee-wee is all the way in your mouth. His hand pulls your head back, until it is not very far in your mouth.

"Tvis hepps?" You mumble around a mouthful of wee-wee.

He nods his head yes, so you start to move your head on it. When it is all the way in, it goes to the back of your throat, almost making you feel like throwing up, but you endure it, for his sake.

His hand tangles in your hair, and starts moving your head faster and faster. Something salty, and strange, floods into your mouth, and you are forced to swallow some of it.

His head is thrown back, and he twitches a bit as the strange stuff fills your mouth. He pulls his wee-wee out of your mouth, and you feel some of the stuff run down your chin. You run your finger through it, noticing it is sort of thick, and not quite white. You run it between your fingers, a bit sticky too.

"What happened?" You ask him.

"Nothing. You made me feel much better," he tells you. "But remember, you cannot tell anyone how you helped me."

You nod, understanding. "Like a doctor, that isn't allowed to tell others about their medical problems. But, I accidentally swallows some of the stuff that came out. Is that okay?"

He nods, "Yes, exactly. I guess you are my doctor. And don't worry, the...stuff that came out won't hurt you."

"Okay." Then you remember why you came in. "Tommy is being a bully and picking on Terry again!"

"I will call them in later and find out what the problem is."

You nod. You feel wonderful. You helped Terry. You helped the principal. You are being such a good helper today.

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