Scarlett Heat’s Obedience Training

They call me Miss Heat during the day—buttoned-up, polished, and poised. But after the final bell rings, I become something else entirely…

Behind my glasses and prim pencil skirt is a woman who loves control. A teacher who sees more than just wandering eyes and twitching cocks in tight pants. I see boys who need correction… and men who crave obedience.

If you show up after school, you’re not here to learn grammar. You’re here to get punished.

I’ll bend you over my desk and make you admit every dirty thought you’ve had about me. I’ll make you beg for my attention. And if you’re really good—or really bad—you just might get my hand around your throat while I whisper what a filthy little disappointment you are.

“You’ve been staring at my tits all semester… You think I didn’t notice?”

Detention isn’t writing lines. It’s stroking that hard cock slow and obedient while I grade your performance. I don’t grade on a curve—only with moans, messes, and ruined underwear.

So… are you ready to stay after class and learn what obedience really feels like?

Because baby, I’m the teacher, and you’re mine until the bell rings again.