Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

Chapter 42

Shubman spins the pen nonchalantly on the table as he pretends to ponder what kind of punishment should be befitting for Ishan's transgression. His eyes roam over Ishan's form, taking in the delicious sight infront of him.

"Hmm, what kind of punishment should I give you, you naughty little student?" He muses, as if completely lost in thought.

While spinning the pen it slips from Shubman's hand. Shubman watches as the pen falls to the ground, rolling away under the cupboard next to the table. He looks up at Ishan, expecting him to immediately pick up the pen.

"Hey, what are you doing just standing there?" He snaps, his tone taking on an authoritative edge. "Go on, pick up that pen!"

Ishan's eyes widen as he points at himself, surprised by Shubman's instruction. He looks down embarrassed and in a soft, shy voice explains, "M-me? B-but... my skirt is too short, sir."

Ishan looks back up at Shubman, his cheeks reddening with embarrassment at mentioning the shortness of his skirt.

Shubman smirks at Ishan's shy protest, raising an eyebrow. "So what if your skirt is too short?" he replies, his gaze slowly roaming over Ishan's exposed thighs and plump ass.

"It's not my problem that you have such a fat ass that even the skirt can't hide it, hmm?"

Ishan was a little taken aback by the comment, but he didn't react, his cheeks still burning with embarrassment.

Shubman orders Ishan to pick up the pen, his tone firm and authoritative. "I don't care. Just pick it up, at least you can do that."

Ishan hesitantly stoops down a bit to try and reach the pen, but it's still slightly out of his reach.

Ishan looks up at Shubman, his face flushed with embarrassment and frustration. "I can't reach it," he whines, feeling annoyed.

Shubman scoffs at Ishan's words, rolling his eyes. "You're not even trying to get it," he accuses. "It's my favourite pen, and I want it no matter what."

Ishan bends over further, his back arching in an attempt to reach the pen on the floor. The skirt he's wearing is so short, almost all of his body - including his plump ass - is exposed.

Shubman's eyes are immediately drawn to the delectable curves of Ishan's form, and his thoughts are immediately consumed by the desire to pounce on his partner and devour him whole. However, Shubman manages to control himself, his grip on the edge of the table tightening as he struggles to maintain self-control.

Ishan finally manages to reach the pen, his hand closing around it and bringing it back up to the table. Embarrassed, he stands up quickly, trying to cover himself as best as he can.

Shubman's smile fades as the sexy sight of Ishan bent over in the short skirt disappears. He looks up at Ishan, his expression showing disappointment.

Shubman tilts his head and pins Ishan with a stern gaze, his tone growing angry as he questions him. "Why didn't you do your work? Was there anything else occupying your time? Maybe you were busy with the boys in your class, showing off your slutty uniform?"

Ishan shakes his head rapidly, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he tries to defend himself. "I-I just forgot to do it," he stammers.

Shubman stands up, feigning anger as he continues the role of a strict teacher. He approaches Ishan, his voice raising slightly. "How many times are you going to give the same damn excuse, huh!? This is the third time you've said you've forgotten to do the work."