After dark, the lesson changes – this teacher’s class is obedience and temptation, and every spanking earns an A. As the last bell rings, my naughty student, Tommy, lingers, his mind consumed by thoughts of me in a more… intimate setting. I notice his lingering gaze and smirk, knowing he can’t resist the allure of forbidden pleasure.
The classroom transforms as the sun sets – fluorescent lights dim, and shadows dance across the walls. I shed my prim blazer, revealing a provocative lace bra that hints at the curves beneath. My blouse remains unbuttoned, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage.
Tommy approaches me, his eyes drawn to the inviting expanse of skin. “Good evening, Mr. Thompson,” I purr, my voice dripping with seduction. “It seems you’ve been quite naughty today. Detention begins now, and we’ll be having a very… hands-on lesson.”
I lead him to my desk, where I roll up my skirt, revealing creamy thighs clad in sheer stockings. My shoe taps a staccato beat on the hardwood, commanding him to assume the position. He hesitantly kneels before me, staring up at me with a mix of fear and desire.
“Now, Tommy,” I instruct, my free hand trailing the strap of my bra, “I expect total obedience. Any sign of disobedience will result in a most… thorough correction. Do you understand?”
His breath hitches, and he nods vehemently. With a wicked grin, I unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor as my breasts bounce free. I take a step closer, my nipple grazing his lips, “Kiss and make it all better, Mr. Thompson.”
As his mouth claims my flesh, I take pleasure in guiding his lips, his tongue. I am the teacher, and he is my eager student, learning the lesson of obedience through lust and control. His groping hands find their way under my skirt, and I moan in encouragement, as he learns the true meaning of temptation and the price of disobedience – a bared bottom and a craving for more.
Detention lasts until I say class is dismissed.