Tabatha sat at her desk as bored as usual, she chewed on her pink bubblegum and blew out a big bubble letting it burst before gathering it all back in and starting again.
She was, as usual, oblivious to what her teacher was saying choosing instead to spend her time writing "Tabatha 4 Jack" and various other schoolgirl notes on her book, her minded drifted back to the lunchtime she had just spent with him, a naughty smile crossed her pink lips as she thought about the fun they had had.
"Tabatha!"
The teacher's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
"What?" She snapped back, with all the attitude Mrs Morgan had come to expect from Tabatha, no doubt she was a bright student but she lacked concentration and respect for the teachers.
"Tabatha that is no way to answer your teacher."
"Whatever."
Tabatha wasn't interested, she was used to being in trouble and she knew there was nothing Mrs Morgan could do to her that would bother her; she most probably wanted to shout at her for not paying attention.
"Tabatha the headmaster has asked to see you in his office, off you go."
"Why?"
Tabatha knew that you were only sent to the headmaster to be suspended and she hadn't done anything that bad lately, or at least she hadn't been caught doing anything that bad lately, what could he want with her.
"I don't know Tabatha but you better take your things with you."
Oh my god, thought Tabatha, that bitch knows.
"But I haven't done anything!" She protested.
"Well then you have nothing to worry about do you, now hurry up please."
Tabatha solemnly and moodily picked up her bag and coat and stormed out of the room, her too-high heels clicking noisily against the hard tiled floor as she stomped along, she slammed the door hard behind her as she entered the quiet corridor.
As she started to make her way towards the headmaster's office, unusually for Tabatha she actually felt a little nervous, although she was always getting shouted at she had never been in any serious trouble.
Her parents, for the most part, believed that Tabatha was a good girl and the last thing she needed was them on her case, she only had 2 months left at college and she just wanted to get them over with as quickly and easily as possible.
She stopped at the girls toilets to refresh her make-up and fix her hair, image was everything to Tabatha and no way was she going to see the headmaster unless she looked her best, she wandered to herself what he would be like, she had never seen him before, no-one really had. You were only ever sent to him for something really bad and mostly the people who were sent to him were expelled from college and never seen again.
She relaxed a little as she thought, there's no way I can be expelled, I haven't even done anything.
She checked herself in the mirror, she was without doubt a very pretty girl and she knew it, her long blonde hair accented her smooth, bright face perfectly and she prided herself in making even the college uniform look sexy, she had rolled her shirt up and tucked it under to make it like a short cropped top showing a little of her ample cleavage and plenty of her belly and navel.
A short skirt, white stockings and black heeled shoes capped the look and made her look a few years above her real age of 18, she had used this look to date older guys all the way through college and she knew she could have almost any boy any time she wanted.
She left the toilets and headed slowly towards the headmaster office, maybe he had a message from home for her, oh my god what if something happened? She quickened her pace and was soon outside his door.
Standing for a second nervously she knocked twice loudly and waited for a response, none came back quick enough for her liking so she knocked again, louder and longer.
Again no response was immediate so she went to knock a third time but just as she did so the door swung open and she was greeted by the imposing figure of her headmaster in the doorway.
"The polite thing to do is knock and wait for an answer."
His voice was calm but firm, Tabatha could not believe how young he was and how smart he looked.
A sharp and crisp shirt, tie and trousers and very shiny black shoes made him look somehow authoritative. Tabatha instantly felt her knees weaken a little, she wasn't scared though but certainly excited. He was a very good looking man and as she checked out his muscly figure she could feel her pussy tingle a little.
She had often fantasised about seducing a teacher, the thought of driving a man so wild he just had to have her, even though he knew it was forbidden made her very horny.
"Miss Black I presume?"
Tabatha just stood, wide eyed, for a moment taking in the full vision of him before her, her filthy mind had already started to wander and her mouth started to curl into a naughty, seductive smile.
"That's right," She flicked her long blonde hair to the side of her face "And you must be the headmaster?"
She started to breeze her way past him into the room making sure her firm young breasts were pushed well in front of her when a strong arm slammed across her and stopped her dead in the doorway.
"You can call me Sir." He looked down into her eyes as he spoke "And you do not enter my office until you are invited."
Tabatha missed a breath as she was stopped in her tracks, she watched silently as he made his way back across the office and sat at his desk.
"Ok Miss Black, you may enter."
Tabatha looked at him with her most annoyed, stroppy face before huffing and entering, she walked slowly and did not take her eyes of his, she expected him to be all over her by now, sick with lust but instead he stared right back at her with a strong conviction that Tabatha had never experienced before, by the time she was stood in front of him she had her own eyes lowered towards her feet.
"Now Miss Black I assume you know why you are here?"
He stood and walked behind her as he spoke, Tabatha could feel his eyes all over her body but she stood completely still, she almost felt paralysed by his sheer confidence and authority.
"No." She brattily responded.
"That's No Sir, Miss Black."
