Bad Teacher (7 page)

He doesn’t seem happy. At all.

I suck my bottom lip. “I know.”

His eyes narrow.

And I do the only thing I can think of.

I lower my head, bend over, and say, “Punish me.”

Thomas

She wants me to punish her.

Want.

She
wants
me.

Spanking her was my dirty dream.

The dirty sin I committed when she stepped into my classroom.

The moment I put my hands on her, I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself.

When I finally managed to control myself and turned my back on her, she left so quickly …

I thought I’d fucked up.

With my desires out of control, I thought I’d pushed her past her limit.

And now, she comes here, begging for more?

My jaw almost drops, but I manage to compose myself and stand up from my seat.

I don’t say a word.

All my mouth wants to do right now is kiss her. It doesn’t want to talk.

But that’s not what she came here for.

She knew she had class and that she was late again, and still, she dared to step foot in my classroom.

She’s insane. Or maybe she’s looking for that extra stimulation. Stimulation I’m more than willing to give.

I step toward her, carefully walking around the desk, watching her. But she doesn’t move from her spot. It’s as if she’s determined for me to spank her again. Like she knows this is the only way to amend her mistake, even if it’s so fucking wrong …

It’s what I want. What I need. What I crave.

And what she needs as well.

As I stand behind her, I can’t help admire her ass. Every time I look at it, it’s as if I’ve never seen it before; that’s how precious it is. Especially when she bends over my desk and begs me to spank her like that.

“Do you know what you’re asking from me?”

She nods. “Yes.”

I grin and bite my bottom lip. “I hope you know I’ll enjoy this thoroughly.”

I grab her zipper, pull it down, and pop her button, ripping both her jeans and panties down in one go. She doesn’t even flinch when I put my hands on her naked skin and rub her. Her ass is so cold … it could use a warm-up.

SMACK!

My slap reverberates through the entire room, the sound music to my ears.

Another one to the other cheek and her body bounces against the table.

The third slap has her on her tiptoes.

I place my hand on her back and say, “Stay still.”

She sucks in a ragged breath as I softly caress her ass.

Then I spank her again.

Each hit a little harder than the one before.

I continue until both her ass cheeks are red and her skin glows with my print. Such a fine sight.

When I’ve spanked her for the final time, her body is quivering, and my cock is tenting against my pants.

My eyes glide over her naked ass and the rest of her body, lingering on her face which lies flat on my desk.

Fucking hell.

It’s too much.

My hands instinctively move to my crotch, pulling down my zipper without a second thought. I take out my eager cock and start rubbing it. With one hand, I caress her sweet, red ass while I work myself with the other. I can’t stop myself, even if I wanted to, which I don’t.

I feel possessed.

Consumed by the thought of coming all over her ass marked with my handprint.

She lies on the table without making a sound, her breathing slow and steady as I slide my fingers across her ass and between her slit. She shivers a little as I almost reach her pussy, but then pull back my fingers to continue touching her ass.

The silence between us is deafening, but to me, it only adds to the pleasure as I can hear my own hand flicking over the tip of my cock. Pre-cum serves as the lube, which I spread all over my shaft as I increase my speed. Moans escape my mouth as I hover above her red ass and clamp it tight.

With my fingers digging into her skin, I groan and come.

Cum shoots onto her ass, dripping along her slit as I pour my load on her.

God, the release feels so good … so wrong too, but fuck, so good.

When I’m done, I swipe my cock along her skin before putting it back into my pants.

I reach for her pants and pull them up, covering her naked, cum-painted ass with her panties again.

She gasps. “What are—”

“Giving you what you deserve.”

Her cheeks flush red. Almost the same shade as her ass is right now.

I close her button and zip her up again. “You’ll wear this the rest of the day.”

“What? Why?” she asks, turning around.

“Because I say so,” I say with a smirk.

“But it has your cum all over it.”

I place a finger on her lips. “Shhh …”

She scowls. “You can’t expect me—”

“I expect you to stay here and shut up.” I give her a brash smile and then walk over to one of the tables to grab a chair, which I bring to my desk. “Sit.”

I cock my head and point at it with my eyes until she gets the message.

She makes a face as her ass touches the hard wood but then repositions herself, her lips pursed as if she refuses to acknowledge the fact that A. her ass hurts, and B. she’ll have to feel my juices all day long.

I can’t help but smile at the thought.

Walking to the other end of the desk, I try to banish the dirty thoughts from my head. I spanked her and then jerked myself off all over her, staining her panties with my cum. It felt fucking wonderful, but now, I feel bad. Bad for letting her tempt me again.

It shouldn’t have happened, so I’ll just pretend it never did.

I sit down across from her and reach for the papers on my desk.

“Um … what are you doing?” she asks.

“Grabbing your homework.”

“Homework?” Her voice sounds like she doesn’t understand why I’d ever make her do that. As if I’m not still her teacher and this is not a classroom.

“Yes, homework,” I repeat, placing a sheet of questions in front of her. “Which you’ll do right here in front of me.”

“Why?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” I raise a brow. “You missed class. Now, you catch up.”

She makes a face. “You can’t be serious.”

I frown right back. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

She sighs, sits back, and crosses her arms. “No. I don’t understand you.”

“There’s not so much to understand, Hailey. I’m your teacher, and you’re my student, so that means you’ll do homework when I ask you to, and you’ll get extra lessons if you skip.”

“And why would I do that?” she asks.

I smile at her, leaning over the desk. “Because I want you to.”

We engage in a stare down. After a while, she sits up again and looks at the sheet of paper. “Can’t.”

“Why not?” I ask.

“No pen.” She shrugs, a cheeky smile on her face.

“I can help you with that.” I reach into my drawer and take out a pen, placing it on top of the sheet. “Now, you can.”

She sighs out loud again, staring at the paper.

Then she looks at me again. I don’t budge. Neither does she.

“Can I at least go to the bathroom first?”

“No,” I say, with a stern voice.

She frowns. After another sigh, she picks up the pen and puts it on the paper. A bit of muttering comes from her mouth, but I can’t hear it, so I say, “Sorry, what was that?”

“Nothing,” she says, circling an answer.

“Say it again,” I say.

She briefly glances up at me and narrows her eyes. “I said you’re a fucking dick.” A tiny smile is added. “Should’ve accepted the ‘nothing’ when you had the chance.”

“And maybe you should have accepted that you need to come to class like I tell you to so this won’t have to happen.” I smile back at her.

She raises one brow but then returns her attention to the questions on the paper.

“So … now that I’ve punished you for being late and not showing up again … explain to me why you weren’t here.”

She mulls it over a bit before answering. “I overslept, but I had a good reason. My friend, Lesley … she got into some trouble at a party. She was drugged, and I had to take her home. She was sick all night, and I barely slept.”

“Oh …”

Fuck. Why didn’t she tell me sooner? She actually has a legitimate reason to be late for once. She didn’t deserve that spanking. And to have my cum between her ass cheeks. Okay, maybe that last part isn’t as much of a punishment as it was an indulgence to me.

“You should’ve told me,” I say. “Then I wouldn’t have—”

Her eyes suddenly turn resolute. “I asked for it.”

I frown and narrow my eyes. “You’re a peculiar one …”

“Thanks, I guess,” she says, penning down another answer.

She wobbles a bit in her chair as she bites her lip.

“Painful?” I ask.

“What?” She looks up.

I cock my head. “Your ass.”

“Yeah …”

“Good. Next time you won’t be late.”

I smirk when her eyes dilate.

“I thought you said—”

“No talking. Just finish your homework.”

“If I do this,” she says, pointing at the paper, “can I go home then?”

I nod. “But …” I lean in and gaze at her with half-mast eyes. “You can’t leave until I’m pleased.
Very
pleased.”

Thomas

Messing with her could get me in trouble. Big trouble. Like kill-my-career trouble, but honestly, I’m not sure if I care anymore.

I tried.

I really fucking tried to keep up the charade.

To put effort into disguising who I really am and what I love.

But I can’t do it anymore. Not with her around to push my every goddamn button.

I’m a sucker for a willing woman who can challenge me, and she’s exactly the type to tempt me.

I know I’m using her for my own gain, and it’s bad.

It’s fucking bad.

But at least now I can provide her some extra guidance she wouldn’t otherwise have. Extra tutoring, homework, and help after class … in whatever way I deem needed.

I mean I do whatever necessary to get my point across.

In this case, spanking her means she’ll finally understand that I don’t tolerate her tardiness.

Except she really does need to learn to speak up and tell me what’s going on so I can adjust. Things like her friend getting sick and Hailey taking care of her are important details for me to know so I don’t punish her when she’s done something good.

I run my fingers through my hair as I shift positions in my bed. God, I really can’t stop thinking about her. It’s getting worse and worse by the day. Not that that’s a bad thing. At least she can take my mind off other things …

Things that I push away the moment they even try to get to the forefront of my mind.

At the moment, besides my job, Hailey is pretty much the only bright spot in my life, which says a lot. She seems to kill the pain like nothing else.

I stare at the bottle of painkillers on my nightstand and hesitate to take one.

It would make it easier to sleep.

But I don’t want to. I don’t want to keep relying on those pills to bring myself into a state of happiness. Or sleep. But I know what
can.

Thinking of her.

She’s been all over my dreams lately, and not just that. Every night, I catch myself scrolling through the photos on her profile just to get a little closer. Maybe that makes me a stalker, but I don’t care.

So I reach for my cell phone and start looking, just as I do every day.

It makes me smile.

Her face makes me feel warm and wanted.

Her body makes me hard and greedy.

Without thinking, I reach for the message button and start to type.

Thomas:
Wear something nice to class tomorrow.

Hailey:
Xcuse me, but Y are U PMing me on Facebook?

Thomas:
Because I can. And stop using that awful text language. You know how to write.

Hailey:
Geez. Grumpy? Need another jerk off?

Thomas:
I need you to behave, or I
will
jerk off on your ass again. Now, are you going to wear something nice tomorrow or not?

Hailey:
Nice? Like pink socks and unicorn shirt nice, or Japanese-schoolgirl-outfit nice?

Thomas:
You know what I mean.

Hailey:
Okay … I see where this is going. But why?

Thomas:
Don’t ask questions you already know the answers to. I’ll see you tomorrow.

Hailey:
Or else?

Thomas:
Don’t test my patience.

Hailey:
Sorry, can’t help it. I’m a rebel.

Thomas:
If you don’t stop teasing, I’ll spank you again.

Hailey:
Is that a threat or a promise?

Thomas:
Good night, Hailey.

Hailey:
I wanna know what I’m doing it for.

Thomas:
Go to sleep.

I turn off my phone and place it on the nightstand.

If she replies again, she’s in trouble tomorrow. Big time.

But I suspect she won’t.

After all, she’s finally learned what happens when you don’t listen to the teacher …

***

Hailey

The next day

It’s ridiculous.

I look ridiculous.

Why? Because I’m wearing a fucking miniskirt with actual pantyhose and high heels, coupled with a crop top. I look like a certified hooker. Like I could go out onto the streets right now and get money thrown at my face.

Actually, that’s a good thing. I like money.

Although I wouldn’t sell my body for it, I’d sure let them throw it at me if they wanted.

Hot damn, I really look nice … and so totally not like me.

This isn’t an appropriate school outfit anyway, but who cares?

I don’t, that’s for sure.

If people are gonna stare, so be it.

He asked me to do this, so I will.

Yes, I’m doing this
for
him.

Yes, I
have
lost my mind.

I mean, after what he did—squirting his cum all over my panties and making me wear them the entire fucking day—I should’ve been pissed off beyond control. But I wasn’t. Well, at first I was royally pissed, but when I first sat down and felt his warmth flow between my slit, I felt so turned on.

I couldn’t stop thinking about him. All day long. All I could think about was his cum and how I could feel its slickness mingling with my own.

I just knew that was his intention from the start.

Getting me to fantasize about him … that’s just his thing.

And now this.

Dressing up like some doll.

I don’t even know why I enjoy it, but I do.

I like being naughty and wrong.

“Wow, you look …” Lesley says as she walks by. “Different.”

“Different good? Or different horrible?” I ask, turning around.

“Neither. No comment.” She slams her lips together, but her eyes are still judging me.

“Oh, c’mon. Tell me what you really think.”

“Nuh-uh.” She shakes her head. “You do you.”

“No, I wanna hear it. Give it to me straight.”

“I don’t wanna be a bitch.”

“How is that different from any other day?” I muse, raising a brow.

She rolls her eyes. “Oh, fuck you. Okay, fine, you look like a hooker. Happy now?”

“Yes.” I grin.

“Why is that a good thing?” she asks as I grab my backpack.

“Because that’s exactly what I was aiming for.”

“Are you looking for a job on the side or something? Jesus, Hailey, I know you had fun on your first time, but I wouldn’t start hustling on the streets.”

“Relax,” I say, laughing. “I’m not gonna.”

“Then why? Who are you trying to impress? Do you need to get laid again?”

“No, why do you think that? Can’t a girl just change her outfit every once in a while?”

“Depends if that girl is actually a fucking whore.” She sighs. “Hailey, you’re not a real ho. I know I said that, but it was only a joke.”

I place a hand on her shoulder. “Chill. I know you were. I’m not gonna be a real hooker. I don’t have anyone to impress.” I walk past her.

“Well, you’re sure not yourself all right, that I do know.” She sighs. “But I can see this makes you happy, I guess? So if you’re happy, then I am too.”

I don’t wanna talk about it right now. Maybe I’ll tell her about Thomas and me sometime, but not today. “Great. Now, are you coming?”

She checks the clock, confused. “Um, we still have like thirty minutes. Why the rush?”

“I wasn’t there the last two times, so I wanna catch up on homework.”

“Okay.” She frowns, and I get the feeling she sees straight through my charade.

“See ya in a little bit then?”

“Yeah, whatever. You go on ahead. I’ll be there. Don’t worry.”

I nod and wave as I go out the door and run down the stairs.

I don’t know why, but I’m smiling from ear to ear. Maybe it’s the nerves of being looked at because literally everyone I pass turns their head.

Or maybe it’s because I can’t wait to see the look on his face the moment
he
sees me.

Because that’s the only thing I can think about right now as I’m walking to his classroom.

How I can make his eyes focus solely on me.

How I can get him hard just by looking at me.

How I affect him.

Because that’s what I like the most about our exchanges. The attention he’s giving me, something no one else ever has.

I take a deep breath and then open the door to the classroom, only to find it empty. I take another good look, but he really isn’t there. I walk along the corridor, passing all the doors which have small metal plates attached to them with names scribbled on them. Finally, the fifth door has
Thomas Hard
engraved on the plate.

I reach for the handle, but then I realize he might be busy, and I don’t want to disturb him.

Weird.

I normally want to disturb everyone.

I normally enjoy making people mad.

But not him.

Definitely not him.

Well, maybe … maybe a little bit.

I mean, that spanking sure shook me up.

I’m not sure if I liked it or not. If it was painful or arousing. It was embarrassing. And still, I can’t stop wondering if he’ll ever do it again … because my heart pumps faster from just the thought.

“Come in.” His booming voice makes my face light up.

I push open the door and stand in the middle, waiting for him to look up at me, and when he does … the look on his face makes me want to bend over his desk again.

Fuck me, it’s so wrong.

I’m wrong, but fuck it.

“And?” I say.

“Wow …” he mutters, raising his brow at me. “You really went for it, didn’t you?”

“Uh-huh …” I take a step inside.

He scoots back his chair and stands up, eyeing me from a distance. “Close the door.”

I do what he asks and then walk toward his desk as he steps out from behind it.

“A bit overboard, don’t you think?” he muses, adjusting the buttons of his shirt as if they were loose.

I shrug and lean against his desk with my back. “You asked for it.”

“I asked for you to dress sexy …” He stands in front of me.

“And this isn’t sexy?” I open my hands and show off my outfit.

The left side of his lip perks up into a seductive smile, and I hold my breath as he leans in. “It’s
too
sexy.”