You had no respect for others, ever. Constantly interrupting my lectures with your talking, laughing, even phone calls. You were not just disrespecting me but you were interfering with the other students who were actually here to learn not just ride off of daddy’s coattails. A whole year of it and today you were at your worst. I could hear you bitching to someone behind my back about how your father would fix your grade and there was nothing I could do about it.
One problem with that theory. Your father had already called me about your slipping grades. He was fully aware of your smart mouthed, entitlement attitude and told me it was time you learned to be an adult after all the years of him covering for you. His words *give it to her good!*
So when you walked past my desk with that shitty smirk I told you to stay back. You just grumbled as your friends laughed and wished you good luck. I followed them to the door and locked it. The look on your face was comical and even better as I sat on the corner of my desk explaining the conversation I had with your savior. Your face was pale, learning I was about to hold you back a year. Oh yes “I can absolutely do something about it” jabbing you for your earlier comments to your friends. Then the begging, pleading, fumbling attempt of respect. I just stood and pulled off my belt. Being a catholic school a good hard spanking was well within my limits and I could see you stepping away from me. I had other ideas.
“You want to pass this class? You will start to respect the lessons you are taught here, today you are going to get a lesson you will never forget and you can thank yourself for deserving it!” I pulled you over “Hands on the desk” You refused as you tried to bribe your way out of it, swearing that you couldn’t handle being spanked. “Who said I was going to spank you?” With that I turned you around and ran my hands down your blouse, ripping it open to feel your soft breasts heaving in my hands. You struggled, swearing your father would never allow this. “His exact words……….give it to you good!” Skirt flipped up, panties torn off, I stuffed my fat cock in your slutty cunt and pinned your arms behind you as I fucked the disrespect out of you.
When I was done, I pulled out with my seed spilling out of you, tears on your face, and apologies flowing from your lips. You tried to straighten yourself up as you gathered your scattered things and rushed out of my classroom. The next day you were prim and proper in class. Silent and focused as I taught. At the end of class you lowered your eyes and walked quietly to the door. Lesson learned!
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