The Teacher Will See You Now

Model for Me?

Mr.Peters walks slightly in front of me at quite a slow pace. He keeps looking back. Every time he does, our eyes meet and time just passes by that little bit slower. The cocky blonde just seemed to have a way with young ladies, by making them uncomfortable but turned on at the same time.

'Are you gonna catch up? I know you have little legs but I'm sure you can walk a bit faster than that!' He laughs playfully, as I do a little jog to catch up with him. His eyes never stopped looking me up and down as came closer to him. He made my heart beat that little bit faster...although, that could have been something to do with the jog.

'Leave my little legs alone!' I push him slightly, but as I do, he grabs my wrist and drags me into his classroom (I assume) then pushes me against the wall. He let's go of my wrists as he starts to kiss my neck gently, tracing his hand down my side to my hip. I wrap my arms around his neck and bite my lip, letting out a small moan. Mr.Peters pushes me harder against the wall by my hip as I lift my leg around his waist, pulling his body closer to mine.

He stops kissing my neck and looks into my bright blue eyes, biting his lip. 'Wow, who knew school girls could be so easily turned on' he starts kissing me passionately. Mr.Peters brought his other hand around from my back and gently took a hold of my throat. I took in a small breath as he did, then kissed him more furiously than before. I felt his hand move from my hip to under my skirt. Hie fingers pulled my underwear aside as he felt how wet I was. I gasp a little as he grasps my throat a little tighter.

He starts to rub me ever so slowly as he stops kissing me. 'Well...looks like I'm not the only one who wants this. Question is....are you a good girl?' Mr.Peters starts to rub a little bit faster as he asks again 'Are you a good girl, Emily?' Something about him saying my name just made me wetter. I let out a small 'yes'. He stops rubbing and takes his hand away.

Staring deeply into my eyes as I bite my lip harder than before, he says 'Yes, what?' I take a small breath of air in 'Yes, sir' I let out as I flickered my eyelids.

'That's better.' A bell rings throughout the school and Mr.Peters let's go of me. 'Time for next class. Now I get to see if you really are a good girl. Go take a seat Miss.Kirtley...the rest of the class will be here shortly' He winks at me as I adjust my skirt and regain my breath.

I start to walk to seat at the back of the classroom but Mr.Peters clicks his fingers at me 'No! You sit right here' he points at a seat and table not too far away from his own desk. 'I know I'm going to have to keep an eye on you. You better not bite your lip in class, otherwise I'll have to do something very bad to you' he pulls the seat out for me to sit down. As I do, he grabs my ass a little. I feel his breath down the back of my neck.

All of a sudden, a group of girls walks in. I recognise a couple from my acting class, but they pay no attention to me. Mr.Peters goes to his desk, and takes the SD Card out of his camera, placing it in his laptop. 'Today, we will be learning about Portraits!' I lose focus of his words and just stare at him. Not paying attention to the work, only him. I never knew I could be made to feel so restricted but so free at the same time. Usually if someone were to grab my throat or push me up against a wall, I would be fighting for my life. But this time, it felt right. It felt exhilarating.

Mr.Peters stood in front of me and stared at my notebook. 'I notice you haven't written anything Miss.Kirtley. Now why would that be?' I look behind me at the rest of the girls and they are all furiously writing in their notebooks, while studying portrait photos that Mr.Peters had taken. I turn back around and look up into his hazel eyes.

'I'm sorry. I must have zoned out. I have a little bit on my mind. Just something that happened before the lesson...sir' I smile and bite my lip. He takes a deep breath in before walking away to his desk. I giggle and then begin taking notes in my book. I knew exactly what I had to comment on. The lighting, the framing, the colours. I had studied photography. I notice Mr.Peters writing something on a piece of paper and folds it up. He walks around his desk, drops the paper on my table and goes to speak to the other girls about their work.

The paper read:

'What did I tell you about biting your lip? You are definitely a bad girl. You are lucky I don't bend you over in front of this class and spank you. Please stay behind after class, so we can discuss your punishment
From
Evan xx

The bell rings for the end of the period and the start of break. All the girls file out as Mr Evan Peters says bye to everyone individually. He slams the door behind the last girl to leave. I didn't bother to leave my seat. He stands by the door waiting for me to walk over. I walk over to him slowly.

He looks down at me in my mostly grey uniform 'What the fuck do you think you were playing at?' He starts to push my gently towards his desk. 'I can't believe you would defy me like that' He turns me around and bends me over lifting my skirt up, gently rubbing my ass.

'Yeah? Well I can't believe you thought I was a good girl, sir' Evan spanks me hard; I let out a small moan as the feeling rushes through my body. He spanks me two more times before lifting my skirt down and sitting me on the edge of his desk. Mr.Peters grabs my throat and starts kissing me again. He runs his hand up my bag and up to the back of my head, entangling his fingers in my hair. He gently tugs and stops us kissing. Keeping a hold of my hair, staring at me, he asks 'Will you model for me?'