After Kelly’s reward

Kelly struggles to pull up her knickers. She’s a mess. Dried saliva runs down her chin, splatters her breasts reddened by an impression of your desk. Her face is flushed. Her green eyes are wild with bliss. Any action appears an effort.

“You need to clean yourself up,” you tell her, and direct her to the washroom.

While she’s in there you dress. Then pull out your phone and start an address entry for her. When she emerges, looking better although still wild eyed and bad hair, you pass your phone to her and tell her to put in her number. You watch her while she does so.

You send a quick test message while she puts on her bra. Having checked she’s got the message you send the real one.

“What’s this?” she asks.

“This is my address. And this is when you’re going to come over to discuss tutoring.”

“Tuesday, 4pm.”

“Correct. I don’t want to see you around there before then. Understand? I know you. You’ll turn up early hoping to get fucked again. If you turn up this weekend, or before Tuesday, you’re not getting fucked. Understand.” She nods. “You’re Teacher’s Little Slut, and teacher decides when you deserve to be fucked. The first requirement is that you be a good girl, that you do your homework, you don’t disrupt class, that you study. Understand? And the next is that we discuss tutoring for you, which we’ll do on Tuesday.” She nods. “So get your shirt on, and sort out your hair, so it doesn’t look like you’ve just been fucked.”

“But I want the world to know I’ve just been fucked. I want the world to know I’ve just been fucked by you.”

“And if the world knew, what do you think would happen? I’d been sacked. And then I wouldn’t be able to fuck you again, would I?”

“I don’t want that.”

“I know. So make yourself presentable.”