Bad Teacher

“Um … what are you doing?” she asks.

“Grabbing your homework.”

“Homework?” Her voice sounds like she doesn’t understand why I’d ever make her do that. As if I’m not still her teacher and this is not a classroom.

“Yes, homework,” I repeat, placing a sheet of questions in front of her. “Which you’ll do right here in front of me.”

“Why?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” I raise a brow. “You missed class. Now, you catch up.”

She makes a face. “You can’t be serious.”

I frown right back. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

She sighs, sits back, and crosses her arms. “No. I don’t understand you.”

“There’s not so much to understand, Hailey. I’m your teacher, and you’re my student, so that means you’ll do homework when I ask you to, and you’ll get extra lessons if you skip.”

“And why would I do that?” she asks.

I smile at her, leaning over the desk. “Because I want you to.”

We engage in a stare down. After a while, she sits up again and looks at the sheet of paper. “Can’t.”

“Why not?” I ask.

“No pen.” She shrugs, a cheeky smile on her face.

“I can help you with that.” I reach into my drawer and take out a pen, placing it on top of the sheet. “Now, you can.”

She sighs out loud again, staring at the paper.

Then she looks at me again. I don’t budge. Neither does she.

“Can I at least go to the bathroom first?”

“No,” I say, with a stern voice.

She frowns. After another sigh, she picks up the pen and puts it on the paper. A bit of muttering comes from her mouth, but I can’t hear it, so I say, “Sorry, what was that?”

“Nothing,” she says, circling an answer.

“Say it again,” I say.

She briefly glances up at me and narrows her eyes. “I said you’re a fucking dick.” A tiny smile is added. “Should’ve accepted the ‘nothing’ when you had the chance.”

“And maybe you should have accepted that you need to come to class like I tell you to so this won’t have to happen.” I smile back at her.

She raises one brow but then returns her attention to the questions on the paper.

“So … now that I’ve punished you for being late and not showing up again … explain to me why you weren’t here.”

She mulls it over a bit before answering. “I overslept, but I had a good reason. My friend, Lesley … she got into some trouble at a party. She was drugged, and I had to take her home. She was sick all night, and I barely slept.”

“Oh …”

Fuck. Why didn’t she tell me sooner? She actually has a legitimate reason to be late for once. She didn’t deserve that spanking. And to have my cum between her ass cheeks. Okay, maybe that last part isn’t as much of a punishment as it was an indulgence to me.

“You should’ve told me,” I say. “Then I wouldn’t have—”

Her eyes suddenly turn resolute. “I asked for it.”

I frown and narrow my eyes. “You’re a peculiar one …”

“Thanks, I guess,” she says, penning down another answer.

She wobbles a bit in her chair as she bites her lip.

“Painful?” I ask.

“What?” She looks up.

I cock my head. “Your ass.”

“Yeah …”

“Good. Next time you won’t be late.”

I smirk when her eyes dilate.

“I thought you said—”

“No talking. Just finish your homework.”

“If I do this,” she says, pointing at the paper, “can I go home then?”

I nod. “But …” I lean in and gaze at her with half-mast eyes. “You can’t leave until I’m pleased. Very pleased.”

Chapter 10

Thomas

Messing with her could get me in trouble. Big trouble. Like kill-my-career trouble, but honestly, I’m not sure if I care anymore.

I tried.

I really fucking tried to keep up the charade.

To put effort into disguising who I really am and what I love.

But I can’t do it anymore. Not with her around to push my every goddamn button.

I’m a sucker for a willing woman who can challenge me, and she’s exactly the type to tempt me.

I know I’m using her for my own gain, and it’s bad.

It’s fucking bad.

But at least now I can provide her some extra guidance she wouldn’t otherwise have. Extra tutoring, homework, and help after class … in whatever way I deem needed.

I mean I do whatever necessary to get my point across.

In this case, spanking her means she’ll finally understand that I don’t tolerate her tardiness.

Except she really does need to learn to speak up and tell me what’s going on so I can adjust. Things like her friend getting sick and Hailey taking care of her are important details for me to know so I don’t punish her when she’s done something good.

I run my fingers through my hair as I shift positions in my bed. God, I really can’t stop thinking about her. It’s getting worse and worse by the day. Not that that’s a bad thing. At least she can take my mind off other things …