(Written by a young lesbian, for lesbians).
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Ms Scarlet glanced up from her papers, surveying the room of students over her reading glasses. It was Friday afternoon and the class of girls had started to buzz with restlessness. The teacher was in her 40's and stood 5"7 tall. She had worn her long hair out, shiny and carefully straightened; its dark tone beautifully contrasted her blue eyes. A white tailored shirt, the top few buttons undone hinting at her deep cleavage, hugged her soft G-cup breasts. As the days were growing colder, she wore a pair of black knee-high leather boots under a charcoal pinstripe skirt. Ms Scarlet had an air of dignity about her which underlined the authoritarian manner in which she taught.
After a moment, she let her eyes wander to the back of the classroom where Cindy Augustine sat. To her surprise, Cindy was talking to the popular group. She recognized instantly that they were probably trying to get the innocent girl into trouble. Cindy had just celebrated her 18th birthday but didn't look her age. She stood just 5"2 tall, very thin, with short auburn hair and big brown eyes which made her look innocently cute. She was a very shy girl.
Recently the two had spent an increasing amount of one-on-one time together on lunch breaks and after class. Ms Scarlet had started to look forward to Cindy's attempts to get closer to her. Her glance fell briefly to the girl's thin cotton shirt, taking in the subtle curve of her small breasts. Just the sight of that little uniform was enough to make the older woman clench her jaw with arousal. A moment later, the teacher had promptly returned to her papers, pushing the forbidden image away.
Several minutes later the air was jolted by the loud *SNAP* of a plastic ruler breaking. The low murmur of the students instantly stopped; the atmosphere of the class transformed in an instant to a state of tension. All eyes were on Ms Scarlet as she stood up, resting her hands down and leaning authoratively over her stately desk. Her eyes narrowed glaringly as she scanned the room of anxious young students. In the back row a guilty red face stood out next to the popular girls.
"Cindy Augustine!" Said Ms Scarlet sharply.
A moment later, the final bell sounded.
"Good afternoon class." She said loudly, dismissing the class without taking her eyes off of the girl.
"Good afternoon Ma'am." The class replied in hushed unison, giggling and whispering as they quickly headed for the door. Cindy started to move too, but jumped stiff in her chair when was she was answered by a loud, domineering: "NO." Her heart began to pound with fear - and with an arousal she didn't quite understand. All she could do was gaze at the older woman she had lusted after for so long. When the class was finally empty, Ms Scarlet circled her desk and made her way towards the girl. As she walked, her large heavy breasts swayed from side to side. She stood in front of Cindy, crossing her arms.
"Disruptive?" She questioned, gauging the student's reaction; toying with her like a predator. She knew it was wrong but she also knew about the girl's crush. All year Cindy had been getting in trouble. At first, Ms Scarlet couldn't quite understand why an 'A' student would never hand in her work on time. Why she would linger at the end of every class just to be able to get the last look from her teacher. Why she constantly stayed behind during lunch breaks and after school to get extra tutelage she obviously didn't need. Then one day, as Ms Scarlet was leaning over another student's desk in conversation, she caught her student staring slack jawed at her breasts. Everything finally clicked. However, this realisation didn't make the older woman stop the behaviour. Despite her beauty and carefully groomed image, the isolation of her lifestyle and dedication to her career had resulted in her having little romantic attention. She had become so very lonely. When Cindy came across her path she couldn't ignore the connection. Instead, she found herself soaking up the adoration and attention to the point where she began encouraging the girls staring. Some days she would wear a very low cut shirt underneath a woollen cardigan. When their time alone came, Ms Scarlet would take off the cardigan and rest her huge breasts on the table. Then, she would put a book down right against her tits and read from it, allowing the girl to stare under the impression that she was reading along. It made the older woman so wet having the Cindy stare at her so hungrily - it was as if it put the girl into a trance.
"Every day for the last two weeks, I have had to keep you behind after school. Clearly, my detentions here aren't enough. Write down your home number, now." Ms Scarlet demanded.
Little did she know, but Cindy's weekends invariably entailed her parents being out of town on business. The housekeeper Nina, a closet raver with a seamless hustle, was supposed to watch Cindy for the weekend - but as soon after the parents departed she would begin getting ready for a weekend out on the town. Nina usually collected Cindy from school already in a dress and heels. On the kitchen counter she would leave a new DVD and an envelope of cash: a bribe for the girl's discretion. So when the call came through that Cindy had after school detention, and that Ms Scarlet would drop the student off personally, the housekeeper welcomed the news:
"You just keep her there as long as you need to Ms Scarlet. Hell - have her do some chores at your house for the weekend if that's what it'll take to get through to her. She's a hard headed little thing".
The teacher managed to resist the strong urge to defend her cherished girl: she knew she was anything but 'hard headed'.
