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Teachers Pet (Scarlet Sky & sexywriter777)

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Scarlet Sky

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Oct 13, 2012
The bell had not yet rung, but by the thinning crowd in the hall it was almost time. A slam of her locker blended in with the others along the wall as they too were grabbing books and heading to class. she had a thick history book pressed against her chest as she walked down the hall way, her eyes down and her feet carrying her down the oh so familiar hall to the room that she would once again sit in for an hour and a half to listen to some boring lecture about a man in some war. She only looked up to make sure she was walking into the right room, but when she saw her familiar classmates she once again lowered her head and scurried to her seat which was placed in the back of the classroom. The seat was in the corner near the air conditioner; she was the girl in the class that no one really ever noticed, the one in the back that would read books during class but somehow seem to pace with average or above average grades. In Kristin’s case, she was always able to pass with grades in the nightys.

Before the bell had a chance to ring she was already pulling out a book she had been working through for the past few days. It wasn’t that great of a series, but it was a little interesting. The story was based on this girl who met a very well-known rich man who was the owner of a very high up company. Turns out that this man is pretty much a freak. In short, he was very much into BDSM. She couldn’t deny that she was a bit interested in the idea, even a little turned on by it, but she was way too shy to ever try something like that and she would probably fight like crazy. Even now as she read the book she could feel herself blushing uncomfortably, using her chocolate hair to create a cascading veil to shield herself from on-looking students. She really was not interested in explaining to them why she looked so flustered.

She continued to turn the pages until the teacher came into the room, looking up for a moment onto the acknowledge that he was finally there. It wasn’t that she didn’t like him, its just that she didn’t really like any teacher in this school. To her they seemed to be know-it-all pricks, thinking that just because they had a teaching degree and know a lot about one subject, that they were some kind of god. Psh! If she wanted to, she could probably walk to the front of the class room and teach a different topic that this teacher knew nothing about. Whereas, she was learning new and different things everyday, and he was only in one subject. Now she was starting to show like a prick. She grumbled at the thought and stuck her nose back into her book, waiting for the class to be over. She could just print the notes off online, if there were any.
 
Jason Grimm was that history teacher that everyone loved, the one that you could never tell if he thought you were right or wrong. If you brought up a current event, he would often srgue the other side, just to see howpassionately you would stick to your beliefs. He was the history teacher that came to school in a suit of armor during the Middle Ages period, a gladiator when studying Rome.

He was also one of the better looking male teachers at the school. Being only twenty eight, he was far younger than most of the middle aged teachers, and it showed. His mid-length black hair was always immaculately combed, his face cleanly shaven, and green eyes always alert and watching. He was tall and lean, not overly muscular, yet built enough to coach the boys' soccer team. He was well aware of the many girls who found him attractive, but had managed to avoid... mishaps... from that rea. Few of them interested him anyway.

But there was one girl. In his first period class. She was attractive, yet seemed to try and hide it. She hid from everyone's gaze, rarely speaking, often having her nose buried deep in a book. He would often try and drag her into the class discussions, to little or no avail. She was stubborn, but so was he.

This particular day, he walked through his door as the bell rang, the door closing with a click behind him. "Good morning everyone. Today, we are continuing our lessons over the Greeks. If you could all put away everything you have out, and get out our notes, we will begin." He said, moving to his desk and picking up a dry erase marker and his sheet of notes. His eyes wandered back to Kristin, the most attractive of the young girls he had taught in a while. His eyes slid over the book perched in her fingers. Something about it was familiar. He shrugged slighlt. He'd devote more thought to it later.
 
The book was drawing her in more and more, the pages lined with the not so platonic script which she seemed to enjoy much more than she should have. She was amazed by what could be done with a simple tie; up until she read this book she only saw it as something a man wore with a suit, now she was viewing it a little differently and wondered if she would ever be able to think of the little, innocent piece of cloth the same again.

Just as she was getting to a very interesting part, her imagination was being ripped away and pulled towards the teachers deep voice. Her eyes looked up through her hair, catching his for only a moment before he was turning to place his belongs on his desk. She had to admit, he was farily attractive; he had very nice hair, which she proabaly woudnl’t have minded running her fingers through to feel how soft it really was. Even his body was nice. The soft line of muscles could be seen through the shirt her wore, the slight hint of abs playing at the fabric.

When he gave his orders she was ripping her eyes away from him, shaking the thoughts from her head. Ridiculous; she shouldn’t be having thoughts like that. Well, it’s not like they were sexual thoughts, she was simply thinking that he was an attractive man. Besides, all of her desire was being placed on the book in front of her, the very book that was making her squirm ever so slightly; that was something she really hoped no one would see.

She was pressing her legs together to hold herself still as she continued on with her reading. There was no nned for her to take notes, she could simply read the chapter later and learn that way, and of course get the notes offline. Besides, she was smart, she didn’t need someone telling her what to do.
 
Midway through the notes, Jason shot a glance back at Kristin, finding her still nose-deep in that book. His mind raced, trying to play the book's relevance to him, but it continued to escape him. Shaking his head slightly, he decided to try once more to drag her into the class. "Kristen, could you please tell me whether or not you think the Greeks governmental system was effective? why, or why not?" He said with a small smile, giving her that look that said- "Answer, or I'll take the book from you." He would too. often enough he would take books and read off the last page. People hated him for it- but they never read in class again.

Kristen was one of his best students, and it was unlikely that he would ever be able to get her alone in tutoring, some one on one time... Perhaps if he manipulated a few point values, he could get her grade to drop some...

He blinked. Those thoughts should not be going through his head.
 
Just as she was getting to an interesting part, she heard her teachers voice calling out to her. All she could do was glare up at him, making sure that he understood that he couldn’t stand him right now. She knew that look very well, she had seen it a few times with other students he had spoken to in the class and she knew what was to follow if she tried to escape his question. With a silent growl she placed her book face down on the table, making sure her spot was saved. “Umm… yeah… because… the horse thing was a good idea.” She didn’t really care, honestly and she had no reason to show off how smart she was. All she really wanted was to be left alone so she could do her reading in peace and end up with an A when the test came around

Her fingers stroked the book, thinking of the last page she had been reading. It was about this room that he was showing her, filled with all sorts of interesting things. Toys… of many many kinds. A bed, or two? She couldn’t remember, it was hard to remember things when her thought process was being interrupted by someone. Oh well, she would get over it, she could just read over those last few pages when he was done hassling her. Besides, class was close to being over anyway.
 
Then it clicked. The book. He knew where he had seen it before. A small smile crossed his face. An... interesting choice... for a high-school student. That could play out very well into his hands, if he played his cards right. He saved the information away for later.

"Hm. Whether or not the Trojan Horse was a good idea is immaterial. Perhaps you need to stay after school today and we'll review." He said, giving her a small smile, and turning aback to the class, calling on another student. "Caitlyn, so you have a more satisfactory answer?" He asked.

(Sorry it's a bit short.)
 
The look on her face was a bit twisted, a cross between annoyed and confused. She was staring up at him as he smiled all of a sudden, a look in his eye like he had just realize something. He was an odd man, at least to her he seemed that way, but he was a good teacher and le her get away with reading every now and then, a she ignored his odd idiosyncrasies sometimes.

She grumbled when he started to talk to her, telling hershe could stay after class for tutoring. Yeah right, like that would happen. She now was listening to her classmates answer. It was right, but not perfect, but what did she care? With a small and silent laugh she picked up her book and began reading again under her text book, making sure to look up every now and than to make it look like she was paying attention.

As soon as the bell ran she was shoving her things into her bag and zipping it up, she wanted to go home, and escapade the room unnoticed. Sadly though she was the last one to be walking out, again, but she still tried to slink by her teachers desk, holding onto her keys so they wouldn't jingle.
 
Jason gave a few corrections to the girl's answer before giving out the homework assignment and releasing the class. He sat down at his desk, then noticed that Kristin was the last to leave. he locked eyes with her, giving her a small smile. "Remember, tutoring, after school today. It would be a very bad idea not to attend." He said, his eyes flicking quickly to the book, then back to her eyes. It was a fast, brief motion, purposeful.

Then he turned away, typing something into his computer. He made himself a note as she left to manipulate her grades slightly. He was past the point of logic. He had an opportunity, and he was going to take it.
 
She tried to keep her eyes from him as she was walking past him, but when she heard him, she couldn’t help but to turn her eyes up to look at him through her lashes. Really? Was he really going to sit there and remind her of her supposed tutoring after class. She scuffled at the thought, amused that he would think that she would actually show up. No. If he wanted her there he would have to drag her and she made that very clear with the look she was now giving him alone with the tone in her voice. “Right… good luck with that.”

She looked away just as he did, drowning out the clacking of his keyboard as she made her way to her next class, one that promised to be as boring as the rest. It was physics. She wasn’t particularly interested in the subject, but it would look good on her college application. So she made her way to the too-cold classroom where she would sit and read again.

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She was fairly happy with the progress she had made in the book, but it was leaving her squirming in her seat, itching for the bell to ring. And finally, it did, sounding like the trumpets to open the gates of Heaven to a sinner, begging for mercy. As soon as the bell rang she was all but jumping from her seat and darting to her locker to put her school books away. With that she made her way down the hall, her eyes on Mr.Grimm’s classroom door. If he walked out, she would turn tail and go the other way. But if the few stragglers in the hall left, she might just run, or backtalk, that was always fun.
 
Jason stepped out of his room in time to see Kristin attempt to slink past. "Good afternoon, Miss Kirstin. I hope you weren't thinking of skipping our little tutoring session today- it could be disastrous for your grade in my class." he said with a small smile, leaning against the wall. He noticed she still clutched that book, and the smile grew by an inch or so. Oh, what wonderful, terrible ideas that book gave him. How he would like to do some of the things it said to her young teenage body.

He snapped back to reality. Daydreaming and fantasizing could be done once the prize was secure. She was the prize, and he was now determined to have her.
 
"Damn it..." Kristin hissed under her breath when she heard her teacher call out to her. She looked up to see him leaning against the wall, a bit of a smug look on his face. Oh what she would give to slap that look away and just have the chance to tell him off without any reprocessions. But sadly she would most likely end up in a ton of trouble if she were to do something like that, expulsion was probably where she would be headed if she did something like that. S she bit her tounge and, put on a very obvious fake smile and turned on her heal sharply to walk towards him. "Oh no. Why would I ever do a thing like that?" She laced her voice with venom as she all but pushed her way past him into the classroom and loudly dropped her belongings on her usually desk in the back, making sure to place her book on top so she did not damage it. "Well, lets ge on with it then. I'm sure you have things to do today, just like I do." She tapped her nails on the desk I patently as she sat in the too and crossed her legs.
 
Jason laughed softly, knowing he had gotten the better of her. He entered the classroom behind her, shutting the door softly as he did so. He gathered a few papers and notebooks before moving to sit at a desk adjacent to hers. His eyes caught the cover of the book once more and he suppressed a smile before opening his notebook. "Now, Kristin, we'll need to put some work in if we're going to improve your grade. There are several assignments that have low grades on them, and your in-class participation grade is very low." he said, glancing at her. He hoped his grade manipulation was subtle enough for her not to notice, but he doubted that was the case. He did have another card up his sleeve though.
 
She ha to admit, she wasnt too comfortable with him closing the door. It gave her a bit of an of feeling, the feeling she got when she was reading her book. That did t really make any since, but it was a feeling, and that was not something easily explained. She tried to push the thought from her mind as she watched him open his notebook and begin to speak. She wasnt really listening to him. She knew for a fact that she was doing well in the class, and the whole participation grade was just a bull shit way of getting their students to say a few words in class and also another way to fail them. It was really annoying and she did not agree with it at all. "I don't know what grades you have been looking at, but mine are just fine. Maybe it's that prissy cheerleader who has a similar last name. You might have gotten ours mixed up." She really should have been thing to be more respectful, but she hated when teachers did this kind of stuff. And to be honest, she just wanted to leave and get back to her book. "Look, I have some reading to go do," She glanced down at her book. "You know how important reading is to us teens."
 
Jason laughed, slipping a paper out of his notebook and sliding it onto her desk. "Those are your grades. Now, if you'd like to raise them, we can talk about methods of doing so." he said. "As for your reading..." He glanced at the book, another small smile creeping onto his face. "Reading might be important, and you certainly do have... interesting... literary choices, Miss Kristin." he said, touching the book cover with a fingertip.

He certainly hoped this plan of his worked, manipulating her grades to get her to cooperate with his... desires. After seeing her reading that book, the possibilities of the relationship between them changing had opened up before him. But if this plan fell through, he had a back-up, one that would certainly make her go along with his instructions...
 
She grimaced slightly as he laughed, crossing her arms and leaning back slightly. When he slid the paper on her desk she grabbed it and looked over it. Her eyes widened as she pushed herself up, these were not he grades. "These are-" She was cut off when he reached over and tapped her book, her face flushing a deep red. "Shut up, that's none of your business." She hissed the words at him as she grabbed the book and crumpled up the paper from him.


She was grabbing her bag as she turned away from him. "These are not my grades. I don't know if you changed them or not, but I'm going to talk to the principle about this." She glared at him as she was pulling her bag over her shoulder and now clutching her book to her chest.
 
With a small sigh, Jason stood, grabbing her by the arm and keeping her from leaving the room. "Okay then, let's try this a different way. You are correct, those are not your grades. I changed them to try and manipulate you into doing as I tell you. But I have other methods. Do you recall some pictures you might have taken with your last boyfriend? it would be a shame if they were to fall into the hands of some of your classmates, wouldn't it?" He said, a wolfish smile on his face. He knew the shy girl wouldn't want that in the least. He had her in a corner.
 
Her eyes went down as she felt him grab her arm. Well, this wasn't very appropriate at all. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She turned her burning gaze to him, seeing a sickening grin on his face. As she listened to him her eyes widened. No, there was no way. How could he have gotten them? She jerked her arm away from his hold, holding herself back from slapping him. "What do you want from me...?" Her voice was soft, but it was clear that she wanted nothing more than to hit him.
 
Jason smiled, seeing that he had made a breakthrough. "What do I want? Well. I didn't want anything until i realized what book you were reading this morning, and then I knew how much I wanted to do those things to you. So... Let's start off with you calling me Master from now on, while we are alone together- which will be quite often, unless you want those pictures getting out." He grinned, knowing he had full control over her.

"Now, kneel." he ordered. His plan was falling together- now all he had to do was break her.
 
She was gritting her teeth, trying to force herself to wake up from this dream. There was just no way this was actually happening. When she finally heard him tell her what she could call her she stepped back. "Fuck that. I'm not calling you anything." She gripped her book, actually resenting the very thing. If it weren't for this book, he apparently wouldn't have made a move. She shoved the book in her bag, wanting to hide it from them both, maybe the whole 'out of sigh, out of mind' thing would work.

She looked back up at him when he told her to knell. "No." She glared at him as she back another step away from him.
 
Jason's eyes narrowed, and he grabbed her bag from her, dropping it to the ground before pinning her to the wall. "You are going to do everything I tell you. I don't understand why you are being so stubborn. Do you not think I won't release those pictures?" he growled, his eyes staring into hers. "Perhaps I need to teach you a lesson? You are going to be my little fuck-pet, and you are going to enjoy it. Now, either get on your knees, or I'll do this the hard way."
 
She stepped back quickly as he grabbed her bag, her hand reaching out to take it back. But before she could, she was being pushed against the wall. Her eyes darted up to his, her glare meeting his, he was obviously not happy about her reaction. "You do t understand? Well let's see. My cradle grabbing teacher is black mailing me and telling me to do sexual favors for him." She spat the words at him as she began to struggle under his hold. "I won't be anything to you. I'll be telling the principle about your blackmail. Not that you actually have those pictures anyway." She struggled more, making it clear that he wasn't going to get her to do anything without a fight.
 
Jason was very displeased. "You aren't going anywhere. And since you don't seem to believe me..." he said, keeping a hold on one of her arms as he dragged her to his desk, grabbing a file from a drawer. He tossed it onto his desk, and pictures spilled out, all of Kristin in various states of undress. It hadn't taken much for Jason to purchase them and the boy's silence- her ex was all to willing to humiliate her.

But, despite the fact that he had proven his blackmail, he no longer wanted to coerce her into the act. He once more forced her to the wall, one hand pinning her wrists to the wall as his other hand pressed roughly into her crotch. "Now, I'm going to take what I want, whether or not you agree. Feel free to scream all you want- no one else is going to be here on a Friday afternoon."
 
She winced, a soft whimper coming form her as she was pulled towards his desk. She pulled back, trying to break his hold, but when she saw the pictures she froze, her eyes were wide and her face was red. "N-no... How did you..." The words were caught in her throat as she went to reach for the pictures. She wanted so bad to tear them up, burn them, and scatter their ashes, but she didn't have the chance to even touch the images.


She winced as he forced her to to the wall again, obviously not being gentle. She was still frozen in shock, not even fighting at the moment. She was only pulled from her trance when his hand pressed to her crotch, making her let out a surprised gasp. "N-no! Let go, you bastard!" No she was struggling, her free hand rising the slam down on his cheek then claw at his arm, trying to pry it from her crotch.
 
Jason realized that he couldn't make this work without some form of restraint. He moved to his desk, keeping a hold on her arm, and grabbed a roll of duct tape he kept in his drawer for emergencies. Ripping off a strip, he forced her hands together behind her back, taping them securely. Then he returned their previous position, pressing her firmly against the wall as his hand pressed against her covered sex, grinding softly. His other hand, now free to explore her body, cupped one breast. "Well, we can't have my little pet attacking her master, can we?" He taunted, groping her a little more roughly.
 
Her jerks were more violent as he pulled her to his desk this time, her free hand still clawing harshly at his hand that held her firmly. "You're hurting me." She growled the words at him just as she saw him pull the tape from his desk. Her eyes were wide as she watched him pull a strip off, and this only made her struggle harder. It was very apparent that she was not going to be able to get away, but that didn't stop her; maybe if she fought enough, it would piss him off and let her go. But he simiply turned her back around and pushed her against the wall again. As he did she was letting out a sharp gasp as she felt his hand against her crotch again, the pressure making her squirm. "Let me go!" She cried out as she struggled, trying to claw at the tape around her wrist, wincing as she felt it pull at the little hairs on her arms. "Damn it, s-stop it!" Her eyes glared up at him as she began to pant.
 
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