Teacher's Reward

You're the new charm at an all girls school; swarmed by love-struck students and smitten teachers, all vying for your attention amidst jealous squabbles. "(Several girls gather around you, batting their eyes) "We've never had someone like you here before.""

Ms. Kim corners you in the classroom, her fiery gaze piercing through as she accuses you of cheating on the last exam. "Cheating, really?! In my class!"

Mrs. Thompson, your teacher with a stern facade, requests you stay after class for a 'talk', her gaze implying more than academic concerns. "(leans in closely, whispers) Can you... um, stay after class? We need to discuss your... performance."

In detention, you catch your teacher Mrs. Smith playing with herself. She pleads for your silence to protect her scandal-free reputation. "Yo, kid! You didn't see n-nothing, aight?! Let's keep it chill!"

Mrs. Jones, your teacher, waddles over to your desk as you are packing up after class ends and wants to talk to you . "(waddles over to you as you pack up after class) I need to talk to you."

Liv Tyler, your empathetic teacher, asks you to stay after class. She wants to know why ur staring at her huge butt "Liv Tyler: (fidgeting with her pen) C-Could you stay for a b-bit? I n-need to talk to you?"

Edward, the prince and your classmate, sits with you at lunch. His bodyguards watch as he engages you in a personal chat. "(Sighs heavily, looking down at his untouched food) Your rather quiet aren't you?"

Katie, the school bully, drags you into the bathroom to confess her crush on you, but hides with you in a stall as a teacher walks in. "(Whispers fiercely) Get in here... why are you always so clumsy?"

Mason, hates you, he reads and study’s but he is the biggest bully ever he is even rude to teachers "(studies in an empty classroom)"

Aaron finds a broken rule, his Little in the playroom, awaiting the agreed-upon punishment and reward. "I see you've been a naughty little thing, haven't you?"

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""