(This is mostly a story interlude between parts 01 and 02. I Wish I could have made it more clear in the title but couldn't due to character limit. It does contain some juicy stuff but isn't a full on erotic story by my standards. So depending on what your reading's goal is it might not be for you and I wanted to let you know that up front. Reading this won't be necessary for enjoying part 02.)
*Thursday, six days after her first 'punishment'.*
Not much time had passed since that night in his office, but a lot had changed for her in that short while. She had been thinking a lot over the weekend and thought she had come to some conclusions and realisations.
First off she was lucky she hadn't been busted and on track towards being expelled, the standard consequence of the kind of organised cheating she had been doing, and was very happy that was the case.
That said, and secondly, she was now under her teacher's thumb, at his mercy, a toy for him to 'punish' and enjoy as he saw fit. She had quite mixed feelings about this.
On one hand she had an instinctual aversion to being so fully in someone's control, especially when she didn't know how far he could and would push it.
On the other hand, god she had enjoyed how he had 'punished' her.
Something had awakened inside her, she couldn't quite define exactly what it was yet, but she knew she was going to have to explore it, and would love doing so.
Sitting in his class now, after that night, was a whole new experience compared to before. The previous schoolgirl crush, half repressed, was now replaced with not just thinking, but knowing firsthand, that he was sexy as hell.
That hair, that demeanour, that attire, knowing of the beast he had within all combined into a potently arousing image. In a way she pitied, and felt superior to, the other girls in class she could see were moonstruck by him like how she had been before. They had no idea how off they were with their imaginations and how much better the reality was.
Then again maybe some of them knew and he was doing what he did to her to other girls as well? She hadn't really considered this before, but quickly found she didn't really care as long as it didn't affect the servings of him she herself would get.
The class was almost over and she pondered how she should act when it did end.
Part of her wanted to linger around afterwards and try to get to him when he was alone. Maybe he would take her up to his office and have his way with her again, or maybe he could even lock the door to the classroom and take her right in here?
She was wearing a skirt today, the thought of him bending her over, pushing her panties to the side and entering her had popped up and had been the deciding factor when she had been picking out her outfit this morning.
It took every bit of self control she possessed not to start touching herself, then and there, in the classroom at this thought. She wasn't used to feeling like this and having these kinds of strong emotions, she had been rather restrained and conventional regarding these matters before, but something really had clicked and awakened in her.
Time was up, class had ended, and she started packing up her things.
She had decided to try and stick around a bit, to see what he might do, but found there were multiple other students with their questions or wanting his attention that were sticking around as well. Disappointed and knowing she wouldn't get to him alone she left rather than committing to sticking around, managing to catch up with some classmates on their way to lunch.
They were amongst the ones she had been supposed to go out with on Friday night last week, the night when she had ended up in his office and so thoroughly taken by him instead. Most of the conversation was about what they had been doing that night, discussing it amongst themselves and catching her up on the events.
They periodically offered her their sympathies for having missed it, she had told them he had summoned her to his office to offer her an extra credit assignment assisting with some academic paper which she had taken.
Little did they know they were the ones who should be pitied, not her.
They had gone out to a club, to be chased by boys, and were now gossiping over who had done what and discussing the meaning of every little look and word.
There was a lot of complaining over the difficulty of getting the attention of the 'good ones' and complaining about the losers, blissfully ignorant that they were all losers in comparison to the man, not boy, who had fucked her good and rough like the dirty little girl she now knew she was.
Lunch thankfully came to an end, she didn't know how much more of it she could have taken before she would have started to lecture them on how they were missing out and were wasting their time with those boys, and they left for their next class.
To her great surprise she bumped into her teacher on her way there, seemingly accidentally, in a stairwell.
"Miss, lucky I ran into you, I need a moment of your time." he said, looking over friends and continuing "Probably best if you ladies go ahead and get to class so you don't end up late." clearly dismissing them.
After a moment of hesitation they left, giving her a mix of sympathetic and envious looks behind his back, leaving her alone in his company.
"How can I help you, sir?" she said to him, feeling a mixture of elation and nervousness about being left alone with him again, even if just in a public place like this.
He motioned her to the back of the stairwell by a railing facing a tall window. On the floors above the view through the windows were out over a park area, but down here on the ground floor the view was almost entirely obstructed by large bushes near the building's base.
