Miss Pennypacker (Patreon)

It's no secret that Goofy and Miss Pennypacker have a thing.  He's a sweet guy and really great in bed, but the occasional dinner date on Saturday night just isn't cutting it anymore.  Playing the odds, Miss P figures that, well....like father, like son.  Why get Goof'd one night per week when she can have Max any time...eight hours a day, five days a week.  :D

Classroom PA Speaker: Maximilian Goof, report to the principal's office immediately.

PJ: (whispering) Dude, what's that about?

Max: (whispering) I...  I have no idea.

Teacher: If you two are quite finished, get moving Mr Goof.

Duke: Pfft...hahaha...you heard her 'Maximilian', move your ass.

As the entire classroom laughs, Max trudges off to the principal's office, but not before turning (so the teacher can't see) and flips Duke the bird as he exits the classroom. 

Duke: (mouthing silently) You're dead.

Teacher: That'll get you a week of detention, 'Dukie'.

After making the "walk of shame", Max makes an audible gulping noise as he walks into the school administrative office.

Secretary: Have a seat, Mr Goof.  Miss Pennypacker will see you in a moment.

Max: Yes ma'am.

A few minutes later Max makes another audible gulping noise as another student, teary eyed and holding their backside in obvious pain, comes out of the principle's office.

Secretary: Miss Pennypacker will see you now.

After entering the office, Max visibly winces upon seeing Miss Pennypacker casually running her index finger across the "board of education" sitting on her desk.

Miss P: Close the door behind you and have a seat, Mr Goof.

Max: I...  I uuhhhh...  I can explain, Miss Pennypacker!

Miss P: Sit down, Mr Goof.  Do you even know why I called you here?

Max: I, uhhh, well...  No ma'am.

Miss Pennypacker stands and walks around to the front of her desk. 

Miss P: Max, I have a confession to make.  You're father and I, we're...

Max: Dating.  Yeah, I know...Dad told me.  Wait, you're not about to tell you two are gettin' m....!!

Miss P: What?!  No!  Good gawd, no!  You're father's a sweet guy, a true gentleman, but...

Miss Pennypacker trails off, staring at Max with an amorous smile on her face.

Max: (confused) But...what? 

Miss P: Max, a women has certain...needs... 

Max: (shifting uncomfortably in his chair) Uhhhh...o'kay? 

Miss P: ...and some woman have MORE needs than others.

Max: I uhhh... I'm not following Missus P.

Leaning against the edge of her desk, she slips a foot out of her high heels, and begins to run her toes back and forth against the inside of Max's thigh.  

Miss P:  (smiling seductively) Do I have to spell it out for you, Maxie?

His bewildered expression instantly changes to a sly, knowing smile.  Biting her lower lip, having noticed that the ever-growing bulge in Max's pants is much larger than his father's, she hikes up her dress with one hand and stretches over to press a button on her desk phone with the other.

Out in the administrative office an intercom on the secretary's desk crackles...

Miss P: Margaret, hold all of my calls.  Oh...OHH MY!  ...and cancel th-th-that 10:30 meeting.  (audible moaning) ...and...and th-the11:00 muh-meeting too!

Secretary: (rolling her eyes disapprovingly) Yes ma'am. 

Original Art by authorialnoice
Commissioned by Phillipthe2