The Good Student Read Free

“Good. Got your attention. Get all your assignments turned in on time and I won’t have to use this.” He winked, and a wave of laughter erupted through the crowd of students.
    Mr. Taylor had short, dirty-blond hair and evenly tanned skin. From her seat, she could see the fine lines at the corners of his eyes when he smiled. He had a mature, masculine sex appeal. Her growing attraction to the man surprised her. She usually only went for the virile, young studs that all the girls drooled over. A lot of good that had done her. Mr. Taylor ignited a new deep-seated desire she never felt before. When he'd smacked the desk with the ruler, her body began to hum, her skin tingling. What would it feel like to be dominated by him? He was in a position of authority which aroused her. Would he demand her compliance, order her to strip naked and pleasure him? She swallowed hard, trying to focus on what he was saying.
    “Where should we start? Any suggestions? Abortion? Religion? Sexual preference?” The crowd remained silent. “Nothing? How about paper or plastic? You guys are fucking wimps.” He slapped the wooden desk with the ruler again. The students gasped, including Kaya. Rather than rattle her nerves, her pussy sparked to life. She'd never wanted to be spanked before, but Mr. Taylor turned her on in wicked ways. A vision on her stretched over his lap, bare-bottomed entered her mind. “If you can’t speak your mind, what good will you do in this world. Come on! You kids are the future. Have some balls.”
    Some females protested from the sea of students. “There we go. Equality issues? What’s the equivalent to balls? Anyone?”
    A boy yelled out, “Pussy.”
    Instead of getting angry, Mr. Taylor applauded. “There we go. Ladies, get some pussy. Gentlemen, get some balls. Better?” More laughter.
    Samantha leaned over, a smile still on her lips. "I told he was great."
    Mr. Taylor began handing out packets of stapled papers from the box on his desk to the first person in each row. Everyone began handing the stack down the row to the next person. Since Kaya sat at the head of her aisle, she anticipated meeting Mr. Taylor face to face as he made his way up the stairs.
    Mr. Taylor’s casual black dress shoes landed in a wide stance in the aisle beside her. Inch by inch, she looked up from the floor to his hands where he held the stack of papers. Strong hands, with long slender fingers. Even with him standing only a foot from her, and half the class staring in their direction, she couldn’t help but think of those hands on her body.
    “You’re new,” he said. Oh God, please nothing embarrassing.
    “Yes.” She peered up to see his face. His eyes were an ocean blue with a squinty, seductive quality, bordered by thick, dark lashes. The rest of the world went away when she met his gaze. She must have stopped breathing, and couldn’t be sure how much time passed. You have to be mine, shethought.
    “Good to have you with us.” He continued up the stairs without a hint of interest. Why wouldn't he? He was her teacher. Why did she want him to like her anyway? The guy had to be at least ten years older than her and in a position of authority. She shook away her silly thoughts and went through the sheets of paper.
    As the teacher walked back down towards his desk he began to speak with a deep, commanding voice for everyone to hear him. “You’re to pick one of the five topics in the first assignment list. Then you’re to write an essay defending your opposing view.”
    Groans filled the room. Writing about something with passion and conviction when it went against everything you believed in was the ultimate challenge. A teacher in high school gave them a similar assignment, but Kaya knew she’d have to take this one a lot further. The choices were not as simple as professional fighting or hunting. They were big ones. Kaya immediately chose the topic she thought would be easiest. She didn’t think she could handle