I had always been quite weak in maths. That's y when my friend referred to me Mr Woodword, I was pretty nervous. I had heard about him a lot. He was the strictest teacher the world has ever seen. He is also quite hard on his students. No doubt his students score very good marks but then he is also very famous in the educational world. That's the reason no one wants to mess with him. Anyway, I knew my potentials in maths much better than my friend did. So when I approached Mr Woodword to give me tuitions, I wore a low neck vest and a long body-hugging skirt so that he can be a bit distracted otherwise. However the pinched look he gave me was in no way encouraging. The only thing was that he kept looking at the mere hint of cleavage showing more often than not and finally agreed to teach me.
As I was trying to move away, in a very low voice he warned "I do not want you to wear such clothes. Do you understand me?"
I thought he was talking about his tuitions. I said, "Okay, I won't wear them to your class."
He said, "u can wear them in my class but don't wear them anywhere else."
I was not sure what to say. So I didn't say anything. Just came out. I started doing class. Very soon it became apparent that I am a zero in maths. The more the number of days past, the angrier he became at me. To appease his anger a bit, I started wearing low cut neck. The days I used to get heavy scolding from him, the next day I used to wear tight t-shirts as well as very tight jeans to his class. The stitches of my bra would be visible, my t-shirt used to be soo tight. Throughout the class he would be ogling my boobs. Now let me tell you I have got huge breasts as well as hips. I am almost 5ft 6inches tall with somewhat narrow waist. In totality, my figure is very sexy. Anyway, back to the story, he openly used to stare at my breasts and tried to look down my dress many a times. All these things in general used to make me nervous around him. Then one day, finally he scolded me very hard and gave me an ultimatum that if I could not do the sums by the next day, then he will stop teaching me. The next day I wore to his class the most provocative dress I could think of.
I wore a spaghetti top made up of very very thin white material, so thin that the dark brown colour of my nipples could be made out from above. I had no bra under the spaghetti. I also wore very tight pink panties, so tight that it was pushed into the crack of my bums and pussy, making awesome pouting vertical lips in the front. Also wore a short skirt, so short that it barely covered my ass cheeks. When I went to his class, he gave me a disdainful look as he could contemplate that I had worn such a dress to appease his anger only. He started his class and within a few minutes he became excessively angry.
He pushed his pen into one of my breasts and shouted, "how dare u dress like a whore and come to my class when u have not at all learnt your lesson?"
I looked down and whimpered "sir..."
He started hitting my breast with his pen and shouting, "how do you plan to pass ur exam. By showing these to your examiners?" saying this he pushed his pen into my left nipple pushing it into my soft breast. I bowed my head and said nothing.
"You know, you should be punished. Punished very hard. So hard that the next time you do not study, you should be afraid of the consequences."
"Now get up from the chair you motherfucking bitch."
I got up from the chair and stood beside the chair, all the time my head bowed down.
"Look at me u asshole, so that when I tear apart ur asshole, u know what has gone into it."
