Lizzie/Scar one shots

E• Professors slave ✄

Even though you are well aware of the fact that you shouldn't be doing what you're doing at the moment to get her attention, but you couldn't find any better way than this.

You know very well that if you kept failing your tests on purpose, it'll only make her more angry than actually giving you attention. But you longed for her attention so much that you were willing to go this far.

You didn't care about the other subjects as you were doing pretty well in those, but when it came to her subject, you were purposefully failing all of them.
Of course because of the needy little attention whore you are, you'd love the slightest or the faintest amount of attention she'd give you when she scolds you in her raspy taming voice in front of the whole class. Even though you're supposed to be feeling embarrassed, you couldn't ignore the burning sensation building up in between your thighs.

You fantasised about getting even just a little of her attention directed only towards you. Since she's your professor of course she needs to give every student equal attention. But you craved for more.
And what did you do for that, fail all her tests on purpose. Professor Olsen was definitely quick enough to catch onto this absurd scheme of yours. That's primarily what you awaited for. She calls you to her office only to give you a bit of attention and send you back on your merry way.

But when you got to her office, this wasn't what was going on and you could tell she wasn't just gonna warn you a bit and send you back, rather there was more to it. And the pent up tension in the air around this gated office room, made you sure of that.

Shoes clicking against the tiled floor after you hear the faintest click of her door, as she makes her way towards you, sitting on the chair facing her wooden desk. She plops down on the leather chair with a sigh slipping past her lips as she brings her chair closer to the table.

Plopping her elbows on the table resting her chin on the back of her palms, she stares directly at you, taking you by surprise even though you were aware of it. She takes a solid few seconds to stare at your startled face before speaking in her usual teasing tone of a voice.

"Now tell me what's going on here?"

"About.....what?"

The daggers she throws at you made you realise you fucked up. You knew your professor Olsen, wasn't the type to take bullshit of attitudes as your reply to her but you still went and did exactly that.
Yes you wanted her full attention, her fingers in your pussy, her marks all over your body, but that didn't include making her angry on purpose even though a part you you eagerly wanted to know how that side of her would be.

Taking out your test papers from a drawer on her desk she throws them on to the table for you to see.
And you gaze towards it in fear of how to response. Is there even anything left for you to respond about at this point?

Both of you are aware of the things she's insinuating towards so without tensing up the situation more than it already is you decide to be frank with your professor.

"S-sorry Miss. This won't hap-"

"You're failing them on purpose, aren't you?"
Her words hit hard like a knife being dug into your skin. You knew she'd figure out sooner or later, then why are you surprised. Is it because she's actually playing your cards against you?

"No, Ma'am, I- I would not do such things."

"Then tell me, why is it that all your other subjects have flying colours but you're failing only my subject?"

"I- I was uh was um-"

"You know very well there's no point in trying don't you? Just be frank with me."