To Punish the Student

Wait? Wait for what Mr. Lawrence?” She gasped sexily as she guided one of her hands up over her head, quickly removing the hair pen from her head, allowing the long dark red strands of hair to feather down across her shoulders, before she swayed her head from side-to-side, allow the strands of hair to whip heavenly through the air.

“Hmmm… my student?” she asked once more before raking her other hand down across her long slender thighs, the tips of her fingers draping vibrantly across her own flesh.

Swallowing hard to the sight before him and the fire of sexual passion suddenly consuming his body, he stumbled with his words as he tried to answer her question.

“Is… is… punishment really… necessary?” he asked.

“Oh Mr. Lawrence I think in this case it most certainly is,” she hissed as she pressed her thighs lightly against each other, only to glide her hands slowly up the sides of her blouse.

“I know that this is a creative writing class,” she said as she looked down into his eyes, becoming ever so fixated by the drowning blue oceans that stared back at her, “and… and that I said any genre was okay to write about.” She continued with her explanation, finding it more difficult by the second as the passion raging inside her boiled to the surface.

“Furthermore I will admit that on occasion I have been know to read erotic fiction… but,” she said as she paused, only to cup her breasts in the palms of both her hands, before crushing them against her own chest, “But… I can’t believe I have a student that can write it so well in my own class.” She finished.