Daniel Smith, an average British teenage boy had been truly obsessed with his English teacher, Miss Clarke for a year now. He has been fantasizing about her in bed, and he could not resist masturbating using a photo that he has secretly taken of her in class and since he was an A* art student, he also had drawings of her all over his room to stimulate him. He'd imagine her clothed in short skirts and the tights that sluts wear. 
Daniel has never felt like this about anyone... ever. He realized that unless he did something about it, this fantasy of his would never come true as he figured out that she probably had a husband and a few kids as well.
One day, Miss Clarke offered the 18 year old boy a one-on-one session after school to help him prepare for the English Controlled Assessment that he'd be taking in a month. Daniel needed the help and he really wanted to spend time alone with Miss Clarke: it would be a great opportunity to get close to her. 
He went up to her office at break time, and told her that he does not understand how to analyse poems, and asked her if she could tutor him after school. Miss Clarke wasn't so happy about staying after school, but she agreed because she was a dedicated teacher.
Daniel imagined this tutoring session a hundred and ten times in his head; he was so nervous and excited that he kept going to the toilet to relieve himself. As the time came for the appointment, he fixed his hair with some gel, sprayed on some expensive Gucci cologne, and ate some breath mints before the meet-up. 
His legs and arms were shaking with anticipation.
"Hello, Miss Clarke" he said with a shaky voice.
"Oh, hello there Daniel. Nice to see that you came. Sit down and let's start, we don't want to waste time do we?" She asked with a serious expression on her lovely face.
Daniel took his English book out, but he didn't remember the drawing that he'd put there that morning. It fell out of his English book, and landed faced-up right in front of his teacher. 
She picked it up and stared at it with a shocked expression for at least five minutes.
On his picture, there was a blonde girl who looked exactly like Miss Clarke. The image showed her fully naked with a mouth gag in her mouth and a dog collar around her neck. Her hair was being violently pulled by a white hand. In his illustration, she was pictured sitting next to a table and there was a plate in front of her. The plate was covered in the cum-load of the boy, whose penis was shown on the right side of the picture. The picture even said, "Miss Clarke and me, Daniel", so there was no way he could explain himself out of this situation.
Miss Clarke was sitting there with a stunned, frozen expression on her face. She didn't know how to respond to this.
"Do you mind explaining this to me, Daniel?" She questioned him.
"I... I ... I just really think that you are the most beautiful woman I've ever met... and... Oh fuck this, I'm not going to lie to you Amanda, you are so fucking sexy and I have a very strong sexual desire for you. I have been fantasizing about you every single night, I have been jerking off to your pictures, and my room is full of dirty drawings of the two of us. I don't care if you have me expelled for this; I'm just expressing my feelings. I love you, Miss Clarke" Daniel tearfully pleaded.
"So that's why you came to see me today? To get closer to me? You dirty pervert!" She shouted in anger.
"Pretty much. Do you want to punish me now, Amanda? " Daniel taunted.
"Don't you fucking dare to call me Amanda you tosser! It's Miss Clarke to you!" She responded, barely able to contain her fury.
"Ooh, what did you say, Amanda? Did you say the 'F' word? Oh, and did you call me a tosser? Oh my God, it would be such a shame if the head teacher knew about this, wouldn't it?" He whispered menacingly in the teacher's ear.