Toni POV
Monday Morning
"Toni can I speak to you quickly please?" I hear my teacher ask me as I'm walking past her classroom in the hallway.
I turn on my heels to see her standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips. She places a smile on her face but I know there's something up. Fuck. What have I done?
"Yeah sure Miss, what's up?" I ask her as I stroll into her classroom. She abruptly shuts the door behind us both and swivels round to look at me.
"That email you sent me last night. From your school account to my school account. It wasn't very appropriate, don't you think?" She asks me, with a tilt of her head as she walks towards me.
I scoff. "Oh please, I didn't say anything bad! It may not have been the most professional email I've ever sent but I didn't curse or say anything wrong." I argue, holding my hands up in defence.
Her hands grabbed my hips and spun me around to pin me against the wall. Thankfully, her classroom layout was perfect for situations like these. Once you were behind a certain wall in the classroom, no one can see you if they looked through the door of the room. Miss Blossom often used this to her advantage.
"Listen," she growls, holding my waist tightly with her hands. "The school monitors the emailing system. Just please stick to the email language you'd use when emailing your other teachers. Don't use emojis or suggestive language or anything like that. Be good." she grills me, putting a finger on my chin to tilt my head up to look into her eyes.
I smirk and tilt my head giving her a questionable look which seems to throw her off. Perfect.
Similarly to what she did to me, I grab her waist and flip us around so she's the one pinned against the wall. She takes a sharp breath in but tries to conceal it.
"Actually, Miss Blossom," I begin, the smirk on my face evident in the smug tone that I was speaking in. "Betty showed me something interesting yesterday morning. An email exchange between the two of you. If I remember correctly, you and her were sending each other memes on both of your school email accounts. That doesn't seem to be very professional, does it Miss?" I ask, satisfied with myself.
I seem to have caught her off guard because she looks guilty for a second, until she regains her composure. She lets out a light laugh.
"That's entirely different," she argues, rolling her eyes.
"How so?" I enquire.
"Well-because- I-" the teacher stumbles over her words, unable to conjure up an accurate reason of how it's entirely different.
"Hm. That's what I thought. So, Miss Blossom, I don't think you can talk to me about professionalism when you are seemingly lacking in it just as much, if not more." I say smugly, wrapping my hands tighter around her waist.
My teacher doesn't reply, knowing I've won this little debate of ours. I press my body into hers eliciting a whimper from her instantly. Fuck.
"Looks like I'm gonna have to punish you darling," I whisper, bringing one of my hands up to move some hair falling in front of her face.
She looks at me with pleading eyes and bucks her hips into mine harshly. Never taking her eyes away from mine, she grabs one of my hands and places it on her throat. I hold back a smirk.
"Please punish me," she whispers, leaning her head back against the wall and closing her eyes.
"I will baby, don't worry," I say softly, and I hear her breathe out a sigh, as if she's preparing herself for what's to come.
