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Schooling for Sarah (gentleman and bitchalert)

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Super-Earth
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Aug 7, 2012
Sarah was a senior in high school, almost ready for college. Because she has good grades and is almost out she has been acting out, and being a total bitch at school. The 18 year old is normal sized, around 5'3 since her family is short. She has long blonde hair to her butt, and pale skin, with large bright green eyes. She has Double D cups, and a nice round but small ass. All the boys love to stare at her, and she gets some of her grades by teasing the nerds.
Today she wanders into class 45 minutes late, only 45 minutes left in class. She ignores her teacher, and walks to the back of the room, dropping her bag next to her desk in the back, she plops down, headphones in her ears, and eyes on her phone, not saying anything to her teacher. Today she is dressed in a skimpy tube top and mini skirt, both green, and both against dress code. She is rocking some white wedges, and her hair is brushed straight down her back. She finally looks up, to see a couple students and the teacher staring at her, the teacher angrily.
 
James had been in the middle of teaching when he notice Sarah slowly making her way into class. He wasn't too old and having two degree he understood Senioritis very well. However, Mr. Thurman was tired of Sarah being disrespectful to this degree and if he let her get away with it then others might try it as well. "Could someone please write Sarah a note and tell her to meet me after class since she is too busy listening to music to bother being able to hear me?" James shook his head in disgust at all the male students trying to write the note first, Stupid little bitch, he thought to himself, Her titties are only going to carry her so far in life. Honestly, James was being a little harsh. The girl had good grades, he just wasn't one for too much disrespect.

He ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair then turned back to the white board as he continued to discuss Title IX with the rest of his more attentive Government class. Most students were taking notes and trying to absorb information so that they would not fail Mr. Thurman's final that was only three weeks away. The rest of the class passed without any unusual interruption and he dismissed the class seven or eight minutes early. James reached in his desk drawer and got a Snickers and ripped the packaging open. Next the relatively young teacher sat behind his desk and waited for Sarah to report to the front.
 
The blonde girl looks up as a note falls onto her desk. She grins, and winks at the guy who has thrown it, then reads it quickly. "Mr. Thurman says to see him after class."
She makes a face, balling up the note she shoots it high in the air, making it land in the trash can next to her teacher's desk.
When the class ends for the period, she stands slowly, collecting her bag, she waits for everyone else to leave the class, then she puts her ipod and phone away, going up to her teacher and perching her small behind on the corner of his desk. "Yes Mr. Thurman?" she asks, her voice made innocent, even though she clearly knows she is in trouble.
 
James eyes Sarah, trying not to make eye contact with the breasts that are hardly restricted by the tube top. He stood to his full height of 6 feet 1 inch and took deliberate steps to close the door which the students had left open. He decided that he needed to shock her back into reality because she had potential and he would not see that potential go to waste. On his way back to his chair he spoke to her in a low, yet clearly serious and almost threatening tone. "Get the fuck off of my desk!" James was closer now, about a foot and a half away from the young girl. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He leaned in even closer now, about a foot separating their faces, "I don't know what has gotten into you lately but I'm gone tell you what. You keep walking into my class half way through and I'll make sure you're little ass fails." Mr. Thurman stood up again and made his way to his seat, plopping down and returning to his Snickers. "Now, you have detention with me this after noon and you can write me a three page paper explaining why were you late, explaining how disruptive being late is, and explaining why you'll never do it again... Go sit down." James reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, ignoring the girl momentarily.
 
She watches as he closes the door, jumping slightly when he curses. "Mr. Thurman teachers are not allowed to curse at students are they?" she asks with a fake surprised voice, before jumping down from his desk, stomping to her bag, grabbing it and snatching it up. "I'm not staying for detention, I've got stuff to do, and you can't flunk an A honor-roll student!" She turns, to leave the room, hurrying, yet still 3 feet away from the door at the moment.

(Sorry it's such a short response)
 
James jumped up as soon as she said she wasn't going to stay. His six foot one frame quickly closed the distance between them and he grabbed her bag firmly. "What you are going to do is sit the fuck down and write my paper." Mr. Thurman snatched at her bag and would either remove it from her hands or if she refused to let it go he would pull the extremely smaller girl back toward his desk. His voice was full of anger as he whispered, "You're going to learn, one way or another, that you have to respect rules just like everyone else in this world." Mr. Thurman shook his head slightly, while positioning himself in between his student and the only exit in the room. The Young Teacher released his hold on the bag then ran his fingers through his flowing brown hair. "Why were you late today anyway?"
 
Sarah tugs at her bag, not letting go, and is pulled with it till she is at his desk and he puts himself between her and the door. "I don't want to write anything." she crosses her arms over her chest, which pushes her breasts up a bit, and glares at him. "Are you going to teach me? Because that kindof sounds like a threat Sir." She throws her bag onto her back, watching him, she blows her long blonde hair out of her eyes with one loud sigh. "I was late because I felt like it. I didn't want to get out of bed, I was reading a story online about a girl and a boy. Okay? GOSH"
 
As James listened to her he balled up his left fist and slammed it down furiously on the desk beside him. The Young Teacher mumbled something that she wouldn't be able to understand then, he pointed at her and tilted his head. "So you think you can be late because you want to read a story online?" His voice cracked a little with anger. James hated people who thought that they were entitled to something besides hard work. "I don't know who told you that the sun rose everyday to revolve around you but I'm going to make sure you know otherwise before you leave here." James took a step closer and moved to put his large hand on her shoulder. From there, he would guide her to a desk made for students and encourage her, firmly, to take a seat. "I'm not sure if you remember but you need a pen and paper to write." Mr. Thurman crossed his strong arms over his chest and frowned at her. "And don't think you can stall me because I don't have anything to do today." James gave her a smart smirk then unfolded his arms long enough to motion to her that she should get to work.
 
She jumps at his fist slamming down, and frowns at him. She pushes him hard when he is pushing her into a desk, but can't budge him so she ends up sitting in the desk. She sighs, getting out a piece of paper and pen she writes in big letters filling the paper "Fuck off Teach" and hands it to him, smirking up at him. "There I wrote A paper, May I leave now?"
 
James shook his head at the young lady and picked up the paper. He read it slowly and shook his head then balled it up. "Is this your weak attempt at comedy?" Mr. Thurman threw the paper directly toward her face and laughed a little, "If you were going to be a smart ass, at least be an intelligent smart ass. You should have wrote one word on each page.. then I might have been amused enough to let you leave." James crossed his arms yet again. "If you can find a clever way to entertain me for oh...twenty minutes or so that shows you aren't a complete ditz then I'll let you go, or you can write my paper properly. You're choice." He smiled slightly because he was interested in what she might do.
 
She frowns at him, not responding for a minute. Then she stands slowly. "It's a little hot in here teach, I hope you don't mind." And with that she pulls her tube top over her head slowly, then sits back down, her bra on display, still in the mini skirt though.

"Sorry, It's really hot in this classroom. Now what was that paper I have to write?" She asks, smiling at him with her winning smile, and her eyes flash once and a while down to his crotch.
 
James watched the girl stand, I know she isn't going to try this, he thought to himself but did not change his expression too much. His stance hardened a bit as he tried to hide the fact that his heart was racing now. Hot? That's the best she could come up with? James waited a little bit further, his eyes completely ignored her breasts and the fact that she kept looking at his crotch.

Mr. Thurman shook his head a little bit, "I don't mind at all. You are supposed to write me a three page paper explaining why were you late, explaining how disruptive being late is, and explaining why you'll never do it again. If you filled your brain as much as you fill that bra then maybe you would have remembered that." James allowed himself to get a good look at her full breasts before he moved back to his seat and put his feet up. "Of course, if this was your petty attempt at entertaining you will have to do better Ms." Mr. Thurman leaned back and shut his eyes, his heart beating outrageously. If another teacher or a principal walked in he would be in cuffs within the hour but, he felt like he had to teach this lesson so he folded his arms behind his head and waited. Although his eyes were closed, he would be able to hear if she got up and tried to leave.
 
She sighs, getting up and going over to her teacher, wrapping her hands around him, rubbing herself on his bulge. "Come on Mr. Thurman, you know you like this..." she says in her dainty little voice that sounds so innocent but is totally fake. She watches him with big green eyes, as she rubs.
 
Mr. Thurman's heart jumped a bit as he felt her little hand come to rest on his dick. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he could feel his dick rising under her advances. Shit. Shit. Shit. He thought, Don't get hard. Don't get hard. Dont. Get. Hard.

James' exterior didn't change but he opened his eyes and peered at the young partially stripped girl before him. His voice was low and cautioning, "Ma'am. What is it you think you're doing?" James brought his hand down and grabbed her wrist tightly and looked closely at her. His mind showed him images of bending her over his desk and fucking her hard. "If you're going to act like a whore Sarah," his voice was barely above a whisper, "The world will treat you like one. You are legal now. I suggest you put this," he threw her hand off of her and crossed his arms again, "bad girl act away and write my damn paper."
 
"Legal? I'm 17 going on 18 Teach. And maybe I am one... I really want you to fuck me... You said to entertain you... Wouldn't fucking me entertain you?" She asks softly, rubbing her wrist then rubbing his cock more through his pants, looking up at him the whole time.
 
His heart dropped immediately, not only could he get fired for what was happening, she was under age which meant he could go to jail. Every sense and organ in his body told him to get up and leave, except his dick. It seemed to grow at her words which caused a smirk to play on his face.

"I'm not sure you really understand or deserve a proper fucking. You probably don't even know what that is." He groaned a little while she rubbed on his dick. Honestly, it would entertain him quite a bit to fuck his busty student. "I tell you what, if you prove you deserve it then I'll give you the best fucking of your life and you wont have to write my paper."
 
She sighs, making a face. "Whatever. I don't really need to go anywhere anyway. I'll just hang here until you need to leave. I'm not writing a paper. " she knows she is going too far but she goes back to the desk sitting down, and crossing her arms under her chest, pushing her breasts up and glaring up at him.
 
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