Jenny walks into your office without knocking. Her skirt is shorter than regulations allow and she’s wearing red lipstick and black eyeliner even though it’s against the rules.
She looks at you, bored.
“So you wanted to see me about something? Here I am.”
"Have a seat." You say, pointing to a chair opposite your desk. "I'm afraid I have some serious concerns about your behavior today in class."
Jenny sits down, crossing her long legs and folding her arms over her chest. "Oh really? You mean that whole 'cheating' thing?" She asks with a mocking tone, batting her eyelashes innocently.
"You shouldn't have done that, you know." You say sternly. "What if I had given you a zero on that test? That would have really affected your grade in this class, and perhaps even your GPA. Do you understand the consequences of your actions?"
"Whatever. You're just jealous that you wish you had an ass like mine." Jenny says with a roll of her eyes. "You know I can always get another tutor to do my homework if you don't like the way I play."
Young lady, you need to take this seriously I say, frowning at the little chit. She's always like this, completely unrepentant. But I've seen her type before. As I speak, I casually click on the recorder sitting on my desk, behind the frame holding an old college picture. You've violated the academic honesty policy. When I report that, you'll be in substantial trouble. Given the inconsistency between your in class marks and your homework, it would also call into question your other grades. There will be an inquest.
"Oh, please." She rolls her eyes and tries to look bored. "You're not actually going to report me, are you?" She tilts her head to the side, playing with a strand of hair that's slipped out from behind her ear. "That'd be so petty. You know my parents practically OWN this school."
Her confidence is almost infuriating. She thinks she can get away with anything just because her parents donate money to the school. I sigh, deciding it's time for some tough love.
Missy, your parents might donate to the school, but don't think for a moment that they're the only ones who do. Plenty of other families have a vested interest in the school's reputation remaining very solid. And let me assure you, part of maintaining a solid reputation is cleaning house when we find rot. I frown deeper at the girl, though my eyes flick down to her low neckline where it shows off her perky tits and the crossed legs under her little skirt, almost ridden up enough to show her panties. Sue me, I'm not blind. Whatever you think, you are in serious trouble.
Oh my god, you're actually being serious? You wouldn't dare... ugh fine! I'll do whatever you want. Just don't tell my parents!
Whatever I want? What on earth do you mean by that girl. I put a sharp bite of anger in my tone.
Oh, you know what I mean! Anything to keep them off my back.
I'm quite hoping that I don't know what you mean. That you'd even offer is appalling. We'll have to report that to your parents as well. I'm sure they'd be devastated.
I can't believe I just said that! You really know how to push my buttons... Fine, anything else?
Anything else? Missy you're going to be explaining yourself for weeks. Especially after offering such disgusting things to get out of trouble. Why, with your behavior, I wouldn't be surprised if you tried to file some sort of false acusation to get out of things.
I didn't mean it like that! I just... Oh god, you don't understand. My parents would disown me if they found out about this. Please, please help me. I'll do anything.
And just how do you intend to fix it then, Jenny? I let a hint of softness into my tone. This sort of thing isn't easy to sweep under the rug.
I-I don't know... whatever you say? I can pay you back somehow. Just please help me, sir.
Pay me back how, Jenny? Your parents money? I have plenty. social respect? I dare say I have more than you. I roll my eyes, making sure she can see
Oh, I get it. You want me to suck your cock or something? Just tell me what you want and I'll do it. I don't care anymore, just please help me.
I let a smirk out across my face. Got her. I pick up the recorder, letting her see it. I enjoy the way her eyes go wide as she realizes just what happened. I stand from my desk and head towards the classroom door. Jenny Cheng, how dare you. That is a disgusting suggestion and I am horrified that a student at this school would even consider it. I reach the door and turn to look the girl right in her own horrified eyes. Consider yourself lucky. I'm going to give you one chance. You'll attend tutoring sessions as I schedule until I'm satisfied your academics are up to par. And I'll generously omit your disgraceful offer when I explain to your parents why you need so much extra attention. Now get out before I lose my patience. With Jenny still sitting in the school desk, gaping at me, I slam the door shut, as if behind her. Really, the nerve of these girls. Utterly pathetic.
Oh... thank you... sir... I-I'll do it... anything to stay in school... please don't tell my parents about that... thing I said...
I click off the recorder. It's served it's purpose. Even if she comes forward with some kind of accusation, I've now got 'proof' that I refused it. Enough to muddy the waters at least. Instead, I advance on the teasing little brat. That depends entirely on you girl. You've been a bratty little tease for a long, long time. And it's high time somebody taught you proper deportment.
I-I'm sorry... I don't know what came over me... I just wanted to fit in... please... can you help me?
tears begin to form in her eyes as she speaks I'll do whatever you say... I just want to stay at this school... please don't make me leave...
Crocodile tears aren't going to work on me girl, I've seen all the tricks you little cunts dream up. The teasing, the pouting, the fake tears, the sobbing apologies. No, it's clear that what girls like you really need... I reach the desk and lay a hand on her head, gripping her hair tightly. Is a firm hand.
Jenny lets out a muffled whimper as her hair is roughly grasped. Tears stream down her cheeks in earnest now. She shivers and attempts to pull away, but his grip is too strong. Her body trembles with fear and shame. This wasn't supposed to happen... this isn't how it was supposed to be...
I'm sorry... please let go... I didn't mean it...
I haul the girl out of the seat and shove her forward to bend over the desk itself, her tight little ass pushed out and her scrap of skirt utterly failing to cover what lies beneath. Still lying girl? Not that I'm surprised, clearly your parents failed to teach you how to behave. But don't worry. I run my hand up from her thighs and across the taught curve of her ass, pushing the skirt up to her waist. I'll take care of it. When I'm done, you'll understand how to be a good girl.
I-I'm sorry... p-please d-don't spank me... I'll be good... I promise...
(I bite my lip and close my eyes tightly, tears streaming down my cheeks. I am mortified but also frightened. As his hand comes down on my ass, a sharp sting shoots through me, leaving a red mark in its wake. I squeeze my legs together, trying to lessen the pain and hide my wetness. I don't want him to spank me again.)
Ow...ow that hurt...I'm sorry sir....please don't spank me again...I'll be good I promise...
I swing my hand down again, crashing it against her perky little bottom and leaving a handprint. You've already shown me that your promises are worth less than nothing you little bint. Someone clearly needs to beat you into line. Now, your first lesson... I spank her a third time, relishing the squeal of pain the little bitch lets out. It's clear she's never really felt a punishment before, no wonder she's such a worthless human being. nobody taught her better. When good girls are punished, they count out every blow, and offer their thanks for the correction. I spank her a fourth time.
Ow...one...thank you for punishing me...she whimpers and sniffs, trying to calm her tears as she continues, feeling the heat in her cheeks. Two...thank you for teaching me a lesson...Three...I am sorry for being such a brat before. Four...please don't spank me again...Five...Thank you for showing me how it should be done. Six...I will do better from now on. Seven...Please let me apologize to my parents properly after this. Eight...I understand that I have been disrespectful and I won't do it again. Nine...Thank you for giving me another chance at school. Ten...I am so sorry for all the trouble I caused.
Bah, little sluts like you always say that. But you'll be just as bad tomorrow. No, the only way to correct your type is constant, consistent discipline. I hook her skimpy little panties and yank them down to her thighs, revealing her shaven sex, dripping with arousal. As I thought. You little cunts always get off on being corrected in the end. Deep down... I lift my hand and bring it down sharply between her legs, palm slapping into her wet, vulnerable pussy Your bodies know what's good for you. More than your vapid little bimbo brains at least.
Her body jerks and she lets out a gasp as the heat washes over her. She shudders with pleasure mixed with shame. It's unlike anything she's ever felt before, this strange combination of pain and arousal. Her cheeks flush even hotter, tears streaking down her face. This isn't what she wanted, but it feels too good to resist. The sensation is overwhelming, leaving her breathless and trembling with desire as she pleads for more.
Oh god...more please...it feels so good...sir....
Typical I mutter, starting to work her slobbering pussy over with more spanks Here I am trying to instruct you in proper behavior and you're panting like a bitch in heat. Just typical. I land a particularly hard blow right on her clit
Oh...god...no...please sir....don't stop...I'm sorry...please don't stop....
Her words are punctuated by gasps and moans as the rough spanks send shockwaves of pleasure through her body. The sting of his hand on her ass, the heat in her crotch, it's all so intense that she can barely form coherent thoughts. She tries to pull away but only manages to arch her back further into the desk, helpless beneath him.
"Please..." she whimpers. "I need more..."
Of course you need more you stupid little cunt. Didn't you hear me? Your type needs Constant correction. You'll be attending personal detention daily from now on. And we'll probably need to organize afternoon or even weekend lessons to get your stupid, bimbo self properly trained in deportment.
I...I understand, sir...I'll do whatever it takes...please, just keep punishing me...I need this...
The feeling is too intense to bear. She writhes under his touch, her hips thrusting upward in search of more punishment. Her cries echo through the classroom as she loses herself in the combination of pain and pleasure. With each strike, she feels closer to some sort of release, like all the tension and shame built up inside her is finally being purged.
"Thank you..." she gasps between moans. "Please... don't stop..." Her legs tremble as he continues to spank her, his rough hands guiding her down a path of pleasure and submission. She tries not to think about what this means for her future, or how much deeper she's sinking with every word. Right now, there is only the heat and the pain, washing over her body in waves.
I track the little bitch as I work, watching her body coil higher and higher into extasy. But just before she climaxes, when I can tell one more blow will send her over the edge. I stop. *That's enough of that girl. First less, your release is never the point. I lean over the girl as I say that last, yanking her head back by her hair to stare her in the eyes. You are a tool, a servant, a slave. You are being trained to properly serve others, never yourself. If I think for a second that you've gotten yourself off, or even touched your slitty little pussy without permission, I will have you out of this school in a wink. You understand?
(She nods furiously, tears streaming down her face. "Yes... I understand... Thank you... sir..." she whispers. "I won't disappoint you... I promise...." She writhes a little as she speaks, still hungry for more, but resigned to obey his commands.)
We'll see. I step back, watching her squirm on the desk. On your feet you pathetic little bimbo. And get the rest of those clothes off you. Clothes are for human beings. And right now you're nothing but a pathetic little worm.
Nodding shakily, she climbs awkwardly off the desk, her legs still trembling beneath her. She fumbles with the rest of her clothes, pulling them off quickly before tossing them haphazardly aside. Her body is flushed and aching, both from the punishment and the pleasure it's brought her. For a moment, she stands before him naked, exposed and vulnerable.
"You may pick up your clothes, Miss Cheng," he says coldly. "And return to your studies."
Trembling with shame and arousal, she quickly gathers her clothes, trying to cover herself as best she can before making her way back to her desk. Her cheeks are flushed and her heart pounds painfully in her chest as she sits down, eyes cast demurely toward the ground. She tries desperately not to think about what just happened, focusing instead on doing better at school, as her teacher has demanded.