Bad Teacher(22)

“Oh, I dare …”

I fucking dare so hard, I think I’m going to do it tonight when she least expects it.

And then draw a fucking dick on her face too, for good measure.











The next morning





I wake up with the salt stuck to my eyes, but I can clearly see the sun shining brightly through the windows. That’s weird … there’s usually not that much sunlight when I wake up for school.

School.

Fuck.

I shoot up from my bed and grab my alarm clock. Which I forgot to set.

“Fuck!” I yell.

“Hnmmmggrrr.” Lesley’s moan makes me turn my head, which I shouldn’t have done because there’s a bucket filled with puke next to her bed.

“Aw, gross,” I mutter as I jump out of bed.

“What are you doing?” she grumbles.

“I have class,” I say, scrambling to gather my clothes off the floor, which is also when I notice I’m still wearing yesterday’s clothes. Apparently, I never took off my red dress and jumped straight into bed with it.

I guess taking care of Lesley really did a number on me.

I had to hold her hair half the night while she filled the toilet bowl.

It wasn’t a pretty sight, and I don’t wanna remember. It took up so many hours of my night. I’m just glad we were lucky enough to score a private bathroom so no one else had to witness that. When I finally got her to bed and crawled into my own, I must’ve forgotten to set the alarm.

Fuck.

I completely forgot it was school day too.

Putting on my clothes in a hurry, I forget to do my hair, leaving my make-up as butchered as it was. One sock is purple, the other green. I couldn’t find any others, so this’ll have to do. I throw everything I have in my bag, probably forgetting a few things.

“Where you going?” Lesley asks.

“You just asked that. God, never mind. Just stay in bed. Sleep,” I grumble. She’s not fit for class today, so best just let her sleep this one off.

“Okay …” she mumbles, too tired to even realize what’s going on.

Before I rush out the door, I pull on the curtains so the sun won’t keep her up. Too bad I was too tired to actually put my rainbow underwear on her ass and draw a dick on her face. Oh, well.

As I rush out the door, I check the clock. I’m so fucking late; it’s not even classy to show up anymore.

But I will.

I will fucking be there because … I don’t know why.

I just know I have to be there.

It’s his class, after all.

Who knows what will happen if I don’t show up.

The thought should scare me, but it doesn’t. It excites me.

Makes me anxious to see what’s in store for me, even though this time I actually have good reasons for why I was absent. He’ll probably still be mad, though.

Damn.

I don’t even know why I care so much. Should I? Is it wrong if I do?

The guy just has an effect on me like no one else.

It’s like he makes me do things I didn’t think I would ever do for anyone. Yet I’d do them for him just because he tells me to.

When I’m finally there, I’m panting from running, and when I check the clock, I still didn’t make it in time. Before I go in, I swallow away the lump in my throat and then peek around the corner. Again, it’s empty, and my courage sinks into my shoes.

I really fucking messed up.

I already missed three classes. It’s like I’m doomed to fail.

“Come in.”

Fuck.

Just his voice alone gives me the shivers.

I gather what’s left of my courage and step inside with my head held high.

I know why I’m late. I have a good reason. Still, it’s no excuse.

His eyes are like those of a hawk zooming in on its prey as I step down into his territory. Every time I look at him, my body radiates with heat. I can still feel his hand scorching on my skin, my ass red with his mark.

It felt so wrong …

But so right too.

I walk toward him as he sits behind his desk with an arrogant smile on his face. He casually leans to the side as I stop in front of him and drop my bag.

“You. Weren’t. Here.”

He doesn’t seem happy. At all.

I suck my bottom lip. “I know.”

His eyes narrow.

And I do the only thing I can think of.

I lower my head, bend over, and say, “Punish me.”





Chapter 9





Thomas





She wants me to punish her.

Want.

She wants me.

Spanking her was my dirty dream.

The dirty sin I committed when she stepped into my classroom.

The moment I put my hands on her, I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself.

When I finally managed to control myself and turned my back on her, she left so quickly …

I thought I’d fucked up.