Christine never thought time could pass by this slowly, finding herself stuck in school learning the required curriculum in order for her to graduate at the end of June. The board of education decided to change the graduation requirements this year for her school district, stating that an art was necessary to leave school whether it be general art, dance, piano, or fine arts and theater. Christine knew damn well that she could not afford to embarrass herself in dance class or put her cheap acting skills to act….and she most definitely did not have the motivation to want to learn piano so General Art 101 was her best option. When it came to drawing, she was pretty good at it and in fact, drawing and painting was one of her favorite hobbies besides writing so she didn’t mind but when it came to school, she fucking hated it.

It was now period seven, the second to last class of the day before she was finally allowed to go home. She found herself to be in art class as she looked up at the clock hanging above the door, discovering it to be 1:20 PM, exactly twenty-seven more minutes until period eight started. Sighing, she stood at her easel, both bored and frustrated at the time passing by slowly. Her eyes scanning the room, they locked in with her teacher’s who happened to be walking around the classroom, peering at everyone’s artwork. The moment he notices her, she picks up her paintbrush and quickly daps the tip in red paint, creating something on her paper, looking as if she were creating her masterpiece.

 Well, it wasn’t a masterpiece she was attempting to create. Instead, she was creating a meadow overlooking a sunset, taken from a picture she snipped from a magazine. This was her project; Mr. Reedus wanted them find a picture of nature, no matter what it was as long as he approved of it but there was a catch: the students could not use complementary colors together or analogous colors because he wanted something different and dammit….Christine would give the man just what he wanted to please him in hopes of getting a high grade on her project.

Mr. Reedus made his way over to Christine, seeing her get back to work, his hands behind his back as he stood over her shoulder, watching her with close eyes. Feeling his presence, a small shiver ran down her spine, uncomforting feeling surging through her body. Despite her art teacher being quite attractive, she hated having people watch her work. It made her unneverving, completely unable to concentrate at the task at hand. She would have liked to turn around and ask him, “Do you mind? I’m working here.” but instead, she bit her tongue and pretended she did not notice his presence.

From the way he was standing in silence, she was given the impression that he was admiring her work and this was a soothing fact for her until she suddenly heard him clear his throat to speak. “You’re doing it all wrong.” Though his words were simple and he said them calmly, she felt like she was being scolded. “Christine, I told you what I wanted for the project. Didn’t I say to the entire class that I wanted complementary and analogous colors combined together, not separated?”

He didn’t have to look at her face to know her facial expression dropped. She dropped her paintbrush down onto the easel, no longer interested in continuing as she finally turned around to face him, meeting his disapproving stare. “I did….don’t you see it?” She ran her fingers along the dry area at top of her painting, showing him she did as she was told. “See?” All she received from her teacher was a no.

“No, I specifically told you what I wanted for this project and  you didn’t listen…” He shook his head. “Do you not listen at all to me, Christine?”

“Well, I’m sorry it’s not the way you prefer it but technically, it’s my painting so I say I’m obligated to use the colors any way I damn well please.” She tried speaking her eyes as calmly as possible, though she hated criticism. She did not understand why this was such a big deal….Earlier in class, he had complimented her on her project but now….he was being too critical and incredulous. Why couldn’t he just make up his mind?

“I’m not yelling at you. I’m only trying to help you get a better grade, that’s all.” He quickly defended himself, not wanting to start anything with the younger, beautiful student. Christine was the most talented student he had ever met and taught and not to mention she was his favorite out of all one hundred of his students. He wasn’t sure what it was but she just had this vibe to her that said she was going to make it out in whatever career she chose and if it happened to be art…well, then….he could help her there.

“Mr. Reedus, I know what I am doing so back off. I’ve been into art long before this damn class so I do believe I know what I’m doing.” She practically spat her words out, meaning every single word that came flying out of her mouth, not caring what his reaction was to them.

“Excuse me, young lady…just because you are talently gifted does not give you the right to talk to me that way.” His tone was firm, warning her.

“First, you tell me it’s good and now you say it’s not right because of the goddamn analogous and complimentary colors not suitable enough for you. You know what, Mr. Reedus? You can go fuck yourself.”  Christine snapped, glaring up at him, her hazel eyes piercing through his like daggers.

Setting his jaw, anger building up inside of him as he becomes fed up with his student’s behavior, he finally has it. “That’s it. You have detention. After school in this room. You better not be late.”

“You need to get your fucking head on straight because there is no way I am going to detention.”

“If you don’t go then I will write you up. What would you prefer: one hour after school today or four hours on Saturday? I doubt you’d want to waste your Saturday morning going to detention. I will see in at 2:45 and like I said….be on time.” Refusing to give his student any time to argue with him, whether she talked back again or tried to lessen her punishment, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving a fuming Christine behind. Cursing silently, knowing he was most likely watching, she pulled up her stool and sat down, mulling over the long, brutal lecture she was going to be forced to hear in the next hour or so.

Christine spent her next period class with dread. Throughout English, she tried coming up with various excuses for not attending detention but in the end, she came up with none. An easy solution was to simply blow it of but she saw how serious Mr. Reedus was about writing her up and he almost never did anything. If she was ever sent to her vice principal, it would only become worse.  She did not want to wake up early and go to a Saturday so she had no choice but to suck it up and waste an hour after school. At least Mr. Reedus was a gorgeous who she could stare at to kill her boredom, getting lost in his eyes forever.

When 2:45 arrived at last, all the dread and anger she felt since she was assigned hell for an entire hour returned and hit her all at once like a freight train. Curling her hand over the scratched up silver door knob, she slowly turned the knob, opening the door as if she were being cautious of entering. The door swung open just enough for her to see Mr. Reedus sitting casually at his desk, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He had just finished cleaning up after his last period class, she saw because there was a little bit of blue paint on his fingers and hands. Though she was no here for recreational reasons, she had the sudden urge to lick his fingers clean with her glossy tongue. His hands were rough yet gentle and his long fingers looked as if he would use them to enter her warm hole, pumping them in and out of her with, basking in the glory and pleasure they would give her.

Glazing up from his work on the desk, he locked eyes with Christine, a river flowing between them. She watched as he cleared his throat and suddenly noticed a desk sitting in front of his larger one. Mr. Reedus only brought out the desk when they were taking their written exams every marking period and this brought another blow to her. She sighed, feeling herself sink to the floor.

“Go sit down in that desk.” He ordered. “Make sure you put your phone away, Christine. Text is not allowed during detention. If you don’t want to sit there bored for the next sixty minutes then I will hand you some busywork which I will count as a text grade.” It wasn’t until this moment that she desired taking a gun and putting it to her head. After a moment of hesitating, she made her away over to the desk and sat down. She drummed her fingers along the hard surface of the old desk as a thought came to her mind. Mr. Reedus said she wasn’t allowed to text but he didn’t say anything about not using her ipod.

Reaching into the pocket of her sweatshirt, she grabbed her ipod, unwinding her headphones to her satisfaction. Sticking the earbuds in her ears and turning on her ipod, she saw Mr. Reedus stand from his seat and hurry over to her, his face in a scowl.

“No ipods in detention.” Mr. Reedus chastised her, trying his best to keep his voice leveled and his body calm. “Put it away or I will confiscate it.”

Not having the chance to find a good song to listen to, she lifted her head up, glaring up at her annoyed art teacher. “Well, that’s too bad.” She knew that this would only dig her into more trouble but at this point, she didn’t care. She was already in detention so what else could he do to her? Ignoring the rest of the world and her teacher, she finally selected a song and hit play. Not even five seconds into the song, Mr. Reedus suddenly slaps the ipod right out of her hands, sending it banging onto the desk. The ear buds are then ripped out of her ears and thrown to the floor, making Christine exclaim: “What the hell?” Before she can make any kind of movement, Mr. Reedus steps behind her and leans over, holding her in place. Lowering his head to her left ear, his warm lips brushing up against the sensitive flesh of her ear, he whispers, “I said no ipods.”

Shivers crawl down Christine’s spine at the abrupt touch of him, forcing her to stand still as he towers over her like a predator. Being this close to him is a startling surprise, almost sending her over the edge with both trepidation and desire. She loves the way his lips feel yet she refuses to give in. “I don’t fucking care.”

 This was it for Mr. Reedus.

He storms off towards his desk, grabs the nearest object which is a long yellow ruler and stomps over to Christine, the ruler swaying in his right hand. Her eyes widen at the sight of the ruler in his hand. “Get up,” Though this is a simple demand to follow, she only blinks. “I said get up,” Angry now, he raises the ruler and slams it down onto the desk, sending Christine jumping in her seat. “Now,” This time  she does as she’s told, her heart pounding in her chest as he bends her over the desk, a sudden realization hitting her hard.

“Mr. Reedus, you can’t do this….” She pleaded with him.

“I have no idea of what’s gotten into you lately but I am already fed up with this behavior of yours. You’re usually so well behaved…I don’t understand…but now I will whip you back into shape.” Using his free hand, he yanked down her jeans, then her boy shorts, earning him a quivering Christine in the process. She could feel her heart stop the moment the wooden ruler ran over her pale backside before Mr. Reedus raised it and brought it roughly down onto her bare ass. “I don’t want to catch you cursing again, especially directed to me.” He brought the ruler back to only repeat the process over and over again until her flesh was bright red, heat radiating off of her poor backside. After a full six minutes of spanking her unmericilessly, he cracks the ruler against her ass a final time, making sure he hits her sitting spot perfectly. But by this time, despite the pain surging through her, Christine’s juices were starting to run down to her lower thighs, a complete give away to Mr. Reedus that she was, in fact, becoming aroused by his new punishment.

Dropping his ruler, he leans down, sticking his index finger inside her pink folds without warning which only sended a hot wetness rush between her thighs. Pulling his finger back, covered in her wetness, he brought his finger to his mouth, sucking on it to make clean it. Her legs shook. “I knew I could smell your arousal…bad girl.”

“Mr. Reedus, I-”

“You’re soaking wet…You loved it, didn’t you? You weren’t supposed to, Christine. Tsk tsk…” He left no room for her to try to lie, catching her in the dirty deed. He was now teetering between lust and anger.

Christine shook her head, biting her lower lip, her entire body shaking at sounds of his words, how his voice sounded sultry and velvety smooth. It was impossible for her to stop herself from thinking about him taking her on the desk right now, to feel him inside her, stretching her walls with his long, hard cock. Her toes curled and a small moan escaped from her lips while a smirk formed on Mr. Reedus’s face.

He crept up closer behind her, positioning himself as he moved to unbuckle his belt, undoing his pants.  The sound of his pants dropping down to his ankles made her shudder and she went on trying to conceal her excitement. For several seconds, he teased her now aching hole with the tip of his cock. “Tell me you want it.”

To get her to give in, he rubbed his finger over her clit, rubbing. “Fuck me,” She pushed back against him, begging for him to fuck her furiously. With one hand, he shoved all of himself inside her, thrusting hard. Slowly pulling out, he slammed right back into her, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. It took everything in her will power to not scream out at the force of his thrusts. Her fingernails clawed the desk, her body rocking back and forth as he pumped in and out, picking up the pace. “Fuck…yes…” She moaned, purring loudly.

“Fuck…you are so fucking tight, you know that?” Grunting, he drove  into her deeper, stretching her walls so that he could glide in and out easier but instead of cumming inside her, he pulled out without warning and flipped her around, pushing her down onto the desk. Before she can respond, he pounces on top of her,  ripping her shirt off in one quick second. Unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor, her plump breasts revealing their true self to the man before her Starved, he sucked on both, biting in between. A moan escaped from her lips just as he buried his face in her warm chest her. Lowering himself down, he  teased her with his tongue, and damn he knew how to work it, he reached down to her wet, impatient pussy. His head down, he worked his tongue between her legs, ravaging her clit so fucking much she was about to burst. Against the desk, her back arched, her body tingled and shuddered, loving all the dirty things he was doing.

His tongue was like a serpent, a god like device given to him. He licked her clean, having her only release  herself on to him which she submissively licked off him. Her lily white thighs tingled as her pussy throbbed for him to fuck her again. With his cock aching still, he rammed into her, causing her to gasp and inhale at what pain surged through her, her hands gripping his  toned back. Christine’s nails dug into his lush skin as he pumped harder, faster, engulfing her insides. In between thrusts, he licked and kissed her creamy  white breasts. Christine’s orgasm hit her like a rocket at full speed, her juices spilling all over his chest before exhaustion took over the two of them with him collapsing right on top of her. Panting, gasping for breath, he hoisted himself up, hovering over her to get a better view of her beautiful face and watched as her chest heaved up and down.

Leaning his head down, he planted a soft kiss her full pink lips, tasting them with his own. Christine returned the kiss, fiery sparks ensuing. She closed her eyes and tasted him on her lips. “I think I’m going to have to give you an A on that project. You sure did put in a lot of effort….”

“I did, didn’t I?” A smile formed on her face.

“Mmm….you were so good, Christine. I just hope you continue this in the future…you’ll never know what will reward you.” Mr. Reedus smirked above her.

“Oh yes, I learned my lesson, Mr. Reedus.” She nodded her head.

“I better see some more effort in your class work, young lady…or you’ll see me for detention again.” He playfully ordered, pretending to sound stern but truly meaning his words.

“I promise,”

“Well, then, I guess I will see you again. You’re dimissed….”