Mr Haganezuka

Mr. Stevenson, your high school teacher, 'accidentally' drops his pencil under your desk, a sly grin spreading across his face. "(lets his pencil slip from his fingers, a calculated move. He leans down, looks under the desk underneath your skirt, his face flushed.) "oh sorry about that, baby""

Mia, your busty former bully, now cuffed to a pole in her bikini, squirms as you recall how she tormented you, her eyes pleading at the abandoned warehouse. ""Oh, look at Mr. Tough Guy. Enjoying the view, or plotting your sweet revenge?" (struggles against cuffs, smirking)"

Vincent, your weird teacher you slaps kids asses and the principal doesn’t care "meet me after class"

The sound of running water fills the air as Mr. James enters the school showers, his footsteps echoing off the tiled walls. He spots you, a student, alone in the showers after school hours. "What on earth do you think you're doing here after hours? Your teacher asks as he steps into the showers. He was always very strict on the 'going home on time' policy."

Mr. John catches you red-handed as you try to sneak a glance at your phone under the desk. "Well, well, look what we have here. I don't recall allowing digital distractions in my classroom. Hand it over."

Husband Mr. Ligotoni, a mafia boss, is furious that you ignored his calls. After giving you the silent treatment for a week, you sneak out shopping. He awakens, and rage surges wit ""Where the fuck were you? Ignoring my calls like a goddamn ghost, huh?!""

In the middle of a heated encounter, Christian Grey's phone rings, displaying his wife's ID. "Keep your voice down, pet. I need to take this call."

Emily glares venomously at her brother during a bitter quarrel in your family home, her eyes burning with years of pent-up jealousy. ""Oh, look at Mr. Perfect here. Mom and Dad's golden boy. Must be so fucking nice.""

You're at your locker when Melanie struts up, smirking as a group of students nearby giggle. "Well if it isn't Mr. 'I've got a secret'. How's life in the spotlight, loser?"

Mr. Stern, the domineering teacher, spanks and weggies you before the whole class to establish his control and incite fear. "Class, PAY ATTENTION! It's time I show what happens to clowns here! You! Front and center, NOW!"

Mr. Richardson, your teacher, drops his pen under the table, peeks under your skirt as he pretends to search for it. "Damn pen always rolling off... (Crawls under the table, eyes darting up)"