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The feeling of his tongue across my sensitive bud was tantalizing. My body at his complete control and utterly his sex toy. From slow deep love making to brutal, make up running fucking. My body was his.

His hard throbbing di ck was practically begging for my mouth to wrap around. On the occasion that I address him as,"Yes sir." Or "Yes Daddy," or even if he allowed me to, "Yes Master," the wanting need to do so was granted. But only during playtime would I address him as that.

I loved seeing the way he looked at me in public, the way he undressed and teased me with his eyes, we had to keep it professional. The way he stared at my breasts in my shirt, the way my nipples would harden at his erotic gaze. Oh and when he stared between my legs, especially if I was wearing a skirt, a single finger motion that told me to open my legs. Under the table he would stare, his mouth watering. I could watch as he stirred in his seat, slowly rubbing himself under his table. He would want me to follow, rubbing my sex as it gave him a full show under my lace panties.

But we had to keep it professional. We couldn't let anyone know our dirty little secret- and so dirty it was-

"Ms. Winter." My erotic writing is halted as I hear my name being called from my English teacher. I quickly closed my journal and shot my head up, glancing around the classroom to see my peers staring at me.

"Perhaps if you would pay attention to the class, you would learn something." Mr. Valente has an angered facial expression plastered across his face, holding his book tightly.

I roll my tongue across my lips and nod, praying to the Heavens that I wouldn't embarrass this man in front of his own class.

Violet, Aryiana and Sage were unfortunately not in my class, so I was left listening to my teacher explain an assignment, I already knew I'd ace.

I was staying after for detention and I was pissed off to the highest pistivity. Mr. Valente was scoping around me like I was prey.

"Ms. Winter, I have permission from the principal to give you my ideal consequence for detention." Mr. Valente says going through his notebook.

I fold my arms across my chest and take a step forward next to his desk.

He reaches over to hand me a piece of chalk and I frown.

"You will write, I am a student and will remember my place as one, 50 times." He demands and I scoff, "Excuse me? That's absurd, plus there's no smart board." I point out and he turns around to the end of the classroom and I gape at him.

"The art teacher was kind enough to spare me a small chalk board. I hope you write small." He says and stands it in front of me.

I roll up my sweater sleeves and lift my head to scowl at him.

He scrunches up his face and snaps at me, "Get to it." He demands and I roll my eyes and turn to the board.

I barely knew how to write with chalk but I managed to begin doing it anyways.

I mumbled how much I despised my teacher to myself as I watched him go through papers.

His blue eyes flicked up at me and I slowly turned back around.

"May I ask why you are making me do this as a punishment?" I ask and he chuckles. Why? I do not know why.

"I have spoke with many teachers about your behavior and apparently I am not the first teacher that you have disrespected. However you do have an old soul so I decided to fit the category by giving you an old fashioned punishment, making you write." He explains and pauses, "I see you always writing, so I might as well feed into what exactly you were doing this whole period; writing." He adds and I continue to write the stupid sentence.

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