Thread: Special Detention (Prince & Angel216)

Mark looked up hearing Talia's voice and his eyes widened. The girl was very attractive, young but fully developed with a gorgeous set of breasts showcased in a tiny red tank top. And her skinny jeans hugged every inch of her long legs, her height accentuated by her calf-length heeled leather boots. He felt an immediate stirring in his loins just at her sight. Fuck, it'd been too long since he'd had a good fuck. Then her impudent and obnoxious personality jarred him out his ogling. She was counting money that she implied she had stolen from another girl, didn't know his name or seem to even care, and she was hours late for their first class. He felt a surge of anger in his body, mixed with an equally strong desire to teach her a lesson. But the thoughts in his head on the lesson he planned drifted far away from his normal professional routine, and into his own domination kinks. Fuck, it'd been to long since he'd had a good sub to train as well. But he tried his best to push the thoughts of sex and dominating her out of his mind. He wasn't sure he wanted to cross that line yet, it was career and life threatening, but a pleasant fantasy to have in the back of his head for now. And then, while trying to giggle and act like an innocent school girl to downplay her incendiary behavior, she suddenly she crumpled a piece of paper and threw it at him. He could have caught it or deflected it, but he just let it hit him and showed her no emotion. He was containing his anger and rage and channeling it to a darker, cold and calculating analysis of her personality. She wanted a response and thought he'd be weak and out of control of his emotions like her other authority figures had been. Someone she could drive to foolish, emotional behavior and torment with her petty and pathetic rebellious acts. He would give her nothing to enjoy, no thrill of victory in getting a response from him. He'd act like nothing she did, or could do, mattered to him and make sure she realized who was in control of her completely. His pulse quickened as he thought about what he could do with her. How fun her taming would be. He hoped she didn't roll over and submit quickly at the first hint of strength, like many bullies did. He wanted to enjoy the next couple months together and training someone like her was fun for him. And if he crossed the line with her sexually, he knew his training might be twice as effective. He stood up from his desk slowly and ignored the paper ball that bounced to the floor. He walked around the desk to stand in front of her, eyes piercing and expression stern. He kept his arms at his side, showing her he was unafraid of her, and towered over her as she sat in the chair letting his body language and physical size cow her. Talia, he said in a low and cold voice. You may address me as Mr. Adams or Sir. From now on you are my only student and I am your only teacher. He gave her a thin smile, eyes gleaming for a second. And I'm not like your other teachers. I have special privileges here. You see, this school is one step away from juvenile jail. In fact, jail is where you will be going if I decide you aren't going to succeed here. And let me tell you, form personal experience, your tough girl rebel act will fail miserably in jail. You'll end up being some butch girl's bitch faster than you can believe. Unless you like eating pussy and groveling, realize I control your fate absolutely. He saw her starting to speak up and leaned forward and said in a strong, but not shouting tone, Shut up. I'm not done speaking and you don't want to interrupt me. Now as I was saying, this school is special because we get jail like privileges and your parents signed a waiver letting us do much more to you than a normal school might. That includes punishment, even corporal punishment. Since you may be stupid from never going to class, that means I can spank you. Spank you like a bad little girl that needs to learn how to behave. And I will do it, whether you want me to or not. He stared at her for a second and then backed away to stand by his desk. Now, for your first lesson. You're late, disrespectful and clearly have already done something criminal. Get up and bend over, put your hands on my desk. He issued the order sternly, and wondered if she would obey. He hoped she might not and was ready to move to make her understand she had no control.