Difficult lessons

You hated English class so much, something just didn't seem to click when learning, you guess that was why Mr. Nanci was riding you hard about improving or getting held back--though with the nice booty he had, you wouldn't mind him riding you. But today, you struggled much more than usual, with the random test that came out of no where, no questions answered and a few minutes until lunch time. Looking up, you scanned the room and went from looking at Ash, who was stuck in your head with the thigh fucking, another reason why you were doing terrible, your head stuck on that bliss.

Then the bell rung.

"Alright, hand it your tests before you go to lunch," Mr. Nanci said, tapping his desk.

You took your bag and test, walked to the desk and put it down. "Here, teach."

"Wait for a moment," Mr. Nanci said as he glanced at the test; he then looked up at you. "Nothing?"

You nod.

"Okay, I want you to stay behind for a little bit, before you go to lunch."

You sigh and wait to the side as the other students left the class, including Ash, who gave you a sympathetic look. Then when the last student left, Mr. Nanci sighed and stood up from his desk and looked you in the eye.

"You aren't doing well, Daisy," your teacher shakes his head before crossing his arms. "And if this is any indicator or your study, I'm not even sure extra-curricular work would even help you pass the year."

"I'm sorry, I'm trying really hard, honest!"

He dropped his head for a moment and shook it again. "You really need to drive yourself into success, Daisy, otherwise you'll get nowhere in life."

"I get that..."

"Do you? Because all I saw you do was ogle Ash all lesson and stroke your cock all lesson."

Feeling all warmth drain from your face, you grip your skirt. "You saw that?"

"Yes, I did," Mr. Nanci nodded as he kicked one of the nearby desks. "It's pretty obvious to any girl's cock it they are hard, especially one as big as you, with these desks."

Your heart sinks a little further. "Oh..."

Hearing a sigh, you look at your teacher rubbing his forehead. "We'll figure out what to do to make up for your problems, okay?"

"Thanks, Mr. Nanci," you bow before rushing out of class.