He makes Caroline look more like a student

Megan blinked, “Yeah, I do. Gym stuff, mostly. Why?”

“Perfect,” Lucas replied, his tone laced with authority. “And your makeup bag? I assume you’ve got that too?”

Megan laughed, pulling her bag onto the desk. “Always. You want me to give Caroline a makeover?” She shot a teasing glance at her former teacher.

“That’s exactly what I want,” Lucas said, grinning. “Make her look the part. School her up a little.”

Caroline looked mortified but didn’t protest as Megan rummaged through her bag, pulling out a compact, a few brushes, and a collection of colorful cosmetics. “Alright, Caroline, let’s get you sorted,” Megan said with a wicked grin.

The makeover began with Megan wiping away Caroline’s subtle makeup, replacing it with something far more exaggerated. Thick eyeliner winged out from the corners of her eyes, accompanied by shimmery blue eyeshadow that screamed teenage rebellion. Her cheeks were dusted with a generous amount of blush, giving her a doll-like flush, and her lips were painted a glossy, bubblegum pink.

“Perfect,” Megan said, stepping back to admire her work. “Now, for the outfit.”

She pulled a crumpled bundle of clothes from her bag—a short pleated skirt and a fitted crop top emblazoned with the logo of a band Lucas had never heard of. The garments were clearly a size too small, meant for Megan’s petite frame, not Caroline’s curvier one.

Caroline hesitated, holding the outfit up to herself with a look of pure horror. “Do I really have to–”

“Yes,” Lucas interrupted, his tone brooking no argument.

With a resigned sigh, Caroline stood and disappeared into the supply closet in the corner of the room to change. When she reemerged, Lucas couldn’t suppress his laughter.

The skirt barely reached mid-thigh, riding up awkwardly over her hips, and the crop top strained across her chest, leaving her stomach exposed. Her legs, still clad in her professional black tights, looked comically out of place beneath the youthful ensemble.

“Wow,” Megan said, barely stifling her own laughter. “You actually look kinda cute, Caroline. Like someone’s awkward older sister trying to fit in at a party.”

Caroline fidgeted, tugging at the hem of the skirt in a futile attempt to make it longer. “This feels ridiculous,” she muttered, avoiding Lucas’s gaze.

Lucas just couldn’t help but stare at how wonderful his teacher’s tits looked stuffed into that tiny top. “Just one final touch,” Lucas said as he reached up and pulled out the pin, holding her hair up in the bun, causing it to fall messily over her shoulders.

“Good,” Lucas said, gesturing for her to sit down. “Now, let’s get to work. I’ll be assigning some reading to both of you.”

He handed Caroline a textbook, pointing to a passage near the middle. “Start here, Caroline. Out loud.”

Her hands trembled as she opened the book and began to read; her voice was shaky and uncertain. She stumbled over words she would normally pronounce with ease, her usual commanding tone missing.

“Um… T-The… The protagonist’s journey begins…” she mumbled, her cheeks flushing with every fumble.

Lucas bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. Watching the once-confident Miss Harding flounder like a nervous schoolgirl was a delight he hadn’t anticipated.

As Caroline read, Lucas’s attention shifted to Megan, who was doodling absentmindedly on the desk, clearly not paying attention.

“Megan,” Lucas said sharply, drawing her gaze. “You’re not paying attention.”

Megan shrugged. “What? It’s boring.”

Lucas turned back to Caroline, who was still clutching the textbook like it might bite her. “Caroline, how do you think Megan should be punished for not paying attention?”

Caroline blinked, clearly caught off guard by the question. She hesitated, her gaze darting nervously between Lucas and Megan. “Um… Maybe she could… write lines?” she offered timidly.

Lucas smirked, already thinking of a far more fitting punishment. “Not bad, Caroline. Not bad at all. Let’s see if we can make it a little more… memorable.”

“Caroline,” he said firmly, “you suggested Megan should write lines as punishment. I think that’s a brilliant idea, but we’re going to do it a little differently. Megan, you’ll sit right here, and Caroline will write the lines on your skin.”

Lucas leaned back against the desk, crossing his arms as he observed Caroline's nervous fidgeting and Megan's defiant glare. Both women were clearly uncomfortable with the suggestion, but Lucas wasn’t about to let their protests derail him.

“What?!” Megan shot up from her seat, her expression a mixture of disbelief and irritation. “That’s insane!”

Caroline looked equally appalled. “Lucas–sir–this is highly inappropriate. I really think–”

“Enough,” Lucas interrupted, his voice sharp. The room fell silent. He took a step forward, his tone low and authoritative. “I’m your professor, and my instructions are not up for debate. Both of you need to follow them, or there will be consequences.”

The weight of his words hung in the air, and though both women still looked uneasy, neither dared to argue further. Megan groaned dramatically, slumping back into her chair, while Caroline hesitated, her hands trembling as she picked up a marker from Lucas’s desk.

“Good,” Lucas said, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. “Caroline, write, ‘I must not disobey my professor.’ Megan, hold still. Twenty times should do.”

Caroline approached Megan hesitantly, crouching beside her. Megan huffed but extended her arm, glaring daggers at Lucas as though this was all some elaborate joke at her expense.

The first line was slow and shaky, Caroline’s delicate script running along the inside of Megan’s forearm. “I must not disobey my professor,” she whispered under her breath, each word feeling heavier than the last.

“Make it neat,” Lucas instructed, leaning in to observe.

Caroline sighed and continued, the room silent except for the faint scratch of the marker against Megan’s skin. By the time she was halfway through, Megan began to fidget, her irritation mounting.

“This is so dumb,” Megan muttered, glaring at Lucas again.

“Watch your tone,” Lucas replied smoothly, locking eyes with her until she relented.

When Caroline finally finished the twentieth line, she stepped back, looking relieved. “There. Done.”

Lucas walked over and inspected her work. The neatness gradually deteriorated toward the end, and on the final line, his sharp eyes caught a glaring mistake.

“Caroline,” he said, his voice dripping with mock disappointment. “You misspelled ‘professor’ on this last one.”

Caroline’s face turned crimson. “I…I must’ve been distracted. I’m sorry, sir.”