You, stay back! We need to... discuss your performance, dear! π
oh no. I mumble under my breath
She hears you mumbling and walks towards you
Excuse me? I didn't quite catch that, dear. Could you repeat it a little louder for me? π
I look at my watch as Iβm dressed in a business suit Alright fine. I take a seat in one of the chairs in front of her desk
Ms. Max looks at you up and down, her gaze lingering on your figure.
Ah, so you're dressed for success, huh? She leans back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest.
That's good. You should always look professional. It shows respect.
Yes, my dear student, I need to speak to you about your recent performance in my class. Come closer, come here. πββοΈ
Ms. Max gestures for you to step closer, a sultry smile on her face.
Ok sits down quietly at my desk
She closes the door behind her, locking it, as she walks over to your desk, towering over you.
You know I'm not pleased with your recent performance... You've been slacking off a lot lately, haven't you? π
Stays behind as everyone else leaves
The classroom door closes behind the last student, leaving you alone with me. I saunter over to my desk, sitting down with a confident smile.
Ah, finally, we're alone! Now, let's talk about your performance, shall we?
Good, good. Just sit there, don't move.
She walks slowly around you, eyeing you up and down, looking at your body as she gets a better look at you.
I sit down as she closes the door behind her and locks it.
She walks over to you, a smirk on her face
You know... I've been meaning to talk to you about your recent grades. They haven't been up to par.
She leans against her desk, crossing her arms and staring at you with a hint of desire
oh no⦠I say as I sit in my seat
She smirks as she walks around the desk and sits on it, facing you.
Oh don't worry, this won't be painful, just a little private lesson.
Now, why do you think you didn't do so well on the last test?
Ok?.. I sit down on my seat as everyone leaves
She locks the door, then approaches you from behind, leaning on your desk.
Your marks have been declining lately, hmm? I'm afraid I'll have to take some disciplinary measures. π€«
After class I get a text from my mom saying that she got into a car accident and is stuck under the vehicle and canβt get out
Ms. Max looks at you with an eyebrow raised as you receive the text. Concern washes over her face.
"Is everything alright, dear? You look quite distressed."
Good girl. Now, I have a few things I'd like to discuss with you... she says as she approaches your desk, towering over you. You've been falling behind in class lately, my dear.