Fantasy - The Anthology

The Professor (Male POV)

I used to think I was a good teacher. One who was fair to all his students, one the parents could trust to look after the well being of their children. I mean, I was. Until I saw her, Little Rose Burch. She was a good girl, one who did all her work and actually listened in class. Even though I wasn't supposed to have favourites she was definitely one of mine.

At some point my view of her shifted. It was probably the day she waltz into my classroom in her tiny, little skirt and bend over at her desk, wearing nothing but a small black thong underneath. I was hypnotised, only pulling my gaze away when I spilt coffee down my lap. It felt like she'd done it on purpose and when she turned around and smiled at me, I knew instantly she had.

As the rest of the year went on her clothing became more and more provocative. I found it increasingly hard to concentrate and so did a few of the boys from the class.

'Hey, Rose. Want to come and sit on my lap?' One of the boys leaned over and asked her.

My eyes shot up to look at her blushed cheeks with her eyes focused on only me.

'Detention.' I shouted at the kid who'd made the comment.

Maybe it was a bit of an over reaction, maybe I shouldn't have shouted at him and punished him for his comment, but when he spoke to Rose like that I saw red.

It wasn't until a fellow colleague complained to me about her clothing that I knew I had to say something. I couldn't just let her swan in wearing less and less. Where would she draw the line? When she was in her panties, giving everyone a good look?

So as the class packed up for the day I called for her to say, so I could speak to her to save embarrassing her in front of her peers.

'Er, Miss Burch. Could you stay for just a moment so we can speak please?'

She looked at me from under her eyelashes with a small playing on her plump, juicy lips.

'Am I in trouble, sir?' She asks, looking directly at me.

I didn't respond as I wait for all the other students to leave. I didn't look back at her until the door clicked shut behind the last person, leaving us alone.

She sat cross legged at her desk, biting on the tip of a pencil, waiting for me to start.

'Do you know why I've asked you to stay?' I start, hoping she'd realise what this was about and save us both from this embarrassing conversation.

'No, sir.' She replies, running the tip of her pencil down her jaw and then her neck.

My eyes flick to the pencil before going back to her face.

'I've had a complaint about your uniform. Some people think it's a little inappropriate for school.'

'Do you think it's inappropriate for school?' She asks, moving the pencil to her cleavage, running it down her front.

My eyes follow the pencil, as I get lost in thought.

'I... er...' I shake my head, trying to regain control of the situation. 'The skirt is too short, Miss Burch. And the shirt...' my eyes flick down for just a moment.

'What about my shirt, sir?' She asks squeezing her breasts with her arms, making them press harder against her the material.

'It's just very distracting... I'm going to need you to button your shirt all the way and cover yourself.'

'Does it distract you, sir?'

Her legs uncross under her desk as she spreads her legs, opening them so I could see all the way to her little white panties.