Mr Ryans

"Hey, Emma, you coming to the lockers?" Veronica yelled, whilst being dragged into to the busy afterschool

rush happening in the corridor, on the other side of the classroom door.

"Don't worry, I'll meet you there!" Emma shouted from the now deserted history classroom.

"Okay, see you..." before she got the chance to finish of her sentence she was rudely interrupted by the class door slamming in her face, due to a draft from a nearby window.

However, before the conversation abruptly ended, Emma managed to smile at the now, nearly invisable, Veronica.

After the old, wooden, white door shut, all you could hear was the murmuring from the corridor outside and the sound of singing birds echoing through the windows down the wall of the classroom.

Everything was peaceful (or at least as peaceful as it could be at a high school school filled with a bunch of crazy and overly loud students). Nonetheless the peace so unsettling, Emma was driven leaning over the teachers desk with her palm and giving out a sigh of relief.

"Can I help you Miss Davids?" a voice from behind the desk said.

Emma turned around smiling and answered.

"Actually, yes..."

"What is the problem?" He replied whilst rolling his eyes.

"Well you sir..." Emphasising the word sir in a sarcastic tone she carried on:

"I have a huge problem!" She continued in an innocent voice.

"Basically, there is this teacher I like. He's super nice and extremely hot..."

Both grinning, "What do you think he would do if he found out?" Emma concluded whilst gently biting her lip.

He then stood up and put his arms around his student from behind. He, gently moved her auburn hair from her ear and whispered suductivly:

"What would you want him to do?"

The corridors outside the classroom now seemed to be empty. Birds no longer sung songs of joy and all Emma heard was the breathing of her teacher on her neck.

Letting go of Emma's waist he reached out closing the window blinds. Emma taking the hint, ran towards the door and subtlety locked it.

They then stared at each other from the opposite sides of the classroom.

"Punish me." Emma whispered, however in a whisper so loud it traveled across to Mr. Ryans.

As confusion spread across his face, Emma repeated "You asked me what I wanted the teacher to do to his bad student. I want him to punish me for being a very very naughty girl".

He then walked up to her and pushed her down on a students desk. Emma, giving a cheeky smile let herself to be taken advantage of. As he started unbuttoning his trousers she unbuttoned her high waisted shorts. As he started taking off his underwear, Emma took of hers too.

Then, climbing on, he lowered in and entered. It was only a matter of seconds before Emma gave out, what sounded like a high pitched squeal, of satisfaction. What happened after that was obvious.