Lucy shuffled in her seat, anxiety threatening to bring up her lunch as she wrung her shirt sleeves in her small fists, looking solemnly at the ground. She tried to take her mind off what was going to happen within the next few minutes, and she found herself looking intently at the patterns of the Lino flooring in the corridor.
As her eyes followed the angular patterns of the cheap plastic, her teacher, Mr Hills stepped opened the door to his small office, and stepped into the corridor, his shoes making a discrete tapping noise as he did.
"Miss Summers, I will see you now," he said sternly, his voice dripping with command she did not dare to disobey.
She tiptoed past him and through the office door he held open for her. The door shut behind her teacher, and the small breeze from an open window rustled her skirt threatening to heave it up. Panicking slightly, she smoothed down her short pleated skirt as she was commanded to sit in one of the chairs facing Mr Hills' mahogany desk.
"Miss Summers, I trust you know well enough why you have had to stay behind after class today?"
Lucy nodded, yes.
"Don't just nod, speak when you are spoken to" Mr Hills commanded.
"Ye-yessir," she stammered, "I know."
A sly grin stretched across his cheeks.
"Go on," he encouraged. "Tell me why".
"I wasn't wearing panties in class... Sir. And, my buttons, well... Some of them were undone, and you could see my.. My..."
"Tits", he concluded. "We all saw your tits Lucy".
A small gasp escaped her slightly parted lips as her breathing increased.
"Only sluts disregard uniform like that, miss summers, and I'm afraid that there is only one disciplinary action severe enough to deal with a slut's behaviour."
Lucy was dumbstruck, she was not a slut, she was only trying to prove to eleanor that she wasn't a "prude" like the boys claimed. The thought of boys leering over the thought of her in bathrooms as they discussed their conquests sickened her. But she didn't want to be different.
"I'm not a slut." She said, her voice wavering towards the end, like she didn't believe it herself.
"Whore then?" Mr Hills dismissed her protest. "A whore like you needs to be punished as such," he said, snaking his way around the desk until his hips were level with her flushed cheeks.
"A whore like you", he continued, running his fingers through her hair, almost roughly "Needs to be taught a lesson".
Lucy began to shake, something was wrong. Why was he touching her? His hands continued down her neck, reaching her shoulders, and digging in roughly. He left red marks which were visible since her shirt was open up until just above her belly button. His fingers crept across her neck, and then reaching just below her collar bone and he could feel her breathing heavily against the palm of his hands.
"Fucking slut." He muttered under his breath; "Cock teasing slut."
"What?" she stammered; only to have her sentence cut short by her teacher suddenly yanking at her hair and throwing her to the floor.
She lost her breath as she hit the Lino, and barely regained it when mr hills climbed on top of her.
"fucking cock teasing whore" he grunted, his breathing ragged,"Think you can tease your teacher, wear no panties to class, and sit with your legs parted so I can see your slit and think that it's fair?"
Lucy shook her head, this was wrong... very wrong... But why was she wet? Her teacher pulled from her, and listed up her skirt revealing her hairless, tiny pink slit, slightly glistening in the harsh lighting.
"You're even wet slut, you're fucking wet for me. You know you want this."
He grunted, and as Lucy began to realise what he meant he had raised his hand and brought it down with a hard slap against her pussy. She whimpered at the contact.
"No, please no... Sir... You can't!" she began to thrash around.
"That's right, call me sir, and maybe I will be easy on you."
