Attack her in the classroom.

I decided "This bitch is gonna get what she has coming to her and man, am I gonna fuckin' enjoy it!"

I interrupted her "scolding of my parenting skills" to tell her I had to use the rest room. While I was gone, I scoped out the hallway and the other classrooms, to see if there was anybody else around. The place was deserted. And sine I didn't know how long it would stay that way, I decided I'd better make my move soon.

Returning to the classroom, I saw her standing behind her desk with her back to me. As quietly as possible, I closed the door and turned the deadbolt, locking us both in the room.

As I quietly walk towards her desk I noticed that she had a really nice ass. "Whoa!" I thought to myself. "This is gonna be fun!" As I got to within two feet of her desk, she suddenly turned around and then, I struck.

Without a word, I dove over her desk and grabbed her. As I came at her, airborne, my head caought her scare in her abdomen, knocking the wind out of her and sending her flying into the corner. As she struggled to catch her breath, gasping for air, unable to speak, she leaned her back into the wall to support herself.

Then before she could reorient herself, I grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her down on the floor, behind her desk. Momentarily stunned from hitting the floor and still trying to catch her breath, I dropped to my knees, straddling her hips, and pinning her with my weight, to the floor.

As I sat on her, my weight making it hard for her to breath, I noticed her leather coat, hanging from the back of her chair, only a foot away. The coat had a leather belt dangling from a belt loop.

Quickly grabbing hold of the belt, I yanked it from the coat and held it in my hand, above her. Then wasting little time, I quickly tied a loop in one end and cinched it around her wrists. Then taking the other end, I tied it around the leg of her desk.

With my son's teacher, now firmly controlled and unable to go anywhere, I had plenty of time to think about the lessons I would teach her. Smiling down at her, as she struggled beneath me, sitting across her abdomen, I reached out with my hand and ran my fingers through her short, silky blonde hair.

As she recoiled under my touch I grabbed hold of her hair and pulled it. As she whimpered with pain I smirked at her and said "My son may not be passing math, teacher. But, in a few minutes you and I are going to be starting sex education. And while you may not like the class, at first, I expect that by the end of the night, you'll be an "A" student!