Journaling

Journal Entry 1: September 5th

Today was the first day of school, and it was an absolute whirlwind. As always, the kids are full of energy, and it can be challenging to keep up with them. I'm excited about this school year and the fresh faces in my classroom. I'm an English teacher, and I love the way the kids' minds work when they start to dissect a piece of literature. There's always something new to learn from them, and I hope I can inspire them to become lifelong learners.

It was a bit of a rough start to the day, though. I woke up late, and I hate being rushed in the morning. I didn't have time to finish my coffee, and I could feel my nerves starting to take hold of me. I'm not sure why, but I always get anxious before the first day of school. Maybe it's because I want to make a good first impression or because I want to set the tone for the rest of the year.

Despite my nerves, everything went well in class. I introduced myself to the students, and we went over the syllabus for the year. I could see some of the students getting restless, but that's to be expected. I remember feeling the same way when I was in high school. Overall, it was a good day, and I'm looking forward to what the rest of the week will bring.

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Journal Entry 2: September 6th

Today was the second day of school, and I'm starting to get into the swing of things. I'm teaching a class of seniors this year, and we're diving into the world of Shakespeare. We're starting with "Hamlet," and I'm excited to see how the students will respond to the play. It's always a challenge to get teenagers interested in old literature, but I think I can make it work.

I've been getting to know some of the other teachers in the school, and it's been interesting to see how they approach teaching. There's Ms. Johnson, who teaches science, and she seems very serious and focused. Then there's Mr. Davis, who teaches math, and he's much more outgoing. It's a good mix of personalities, and I think we'll be able to work together well.

In terms of the students in my class, there are a few who have caught my attention. There's Rachel, who's always eager to participate in class discussions. She has a real passion for literature, and it's inspiring to see. Then there's David, who's a bit of a troublemaker but has a good heart. He always has a joke or a funny story to share, and the other students seem to like him. And finally, there's Sara, who's very quiet and reserved. She hasn't spoken up much in class yet, but I have a feeling she has a lot of thoughts and opinions that she's keeping to herself.

On the other hand, there's one student in particular who's been giving me a strange feeling. His name is Mark, and he just seems to stare at me all day. It's like he's trying to read my mind or something. I know it's probably just my imagination, but it's unnerving nonetheless. Hopefully, he'll open up in class soon, and I can get a better sense of what's going on with him.

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Journal Entry 3: September 9th

Today was a pretty good day. I went grocery shopping before school wearing my usual outfit, comfortable sweater and a pair of sweatpants. Even in loose clothing, I couldn't help but notice a few guys glancing my way. It's funny how something as simple as a few glances can make you feel special.

I've never really thought of myself as attractive, but I've had enough people tell me that I am to realize that maybe there's something to it. One of my exes used to tell me that I had a bombshell figure, but I try not to focus too much on that. I'm more interested in staying healthy and taking care of myself, and I'm not one to wear a lot of makeup or dress up too much.

Anyway, as I was browsing the produce section, a woman nearby noticed the guys were staring at me. She started to make a scene yelling at them for ogling me and chased them off. I told her it was fine and I was a little embarrassed by the whole thing. She was nice. She told me that she didn't blame the guys, considering that I looked like a model. It was a little embarrassing, but also kind of flattering, I guess.

As for school, it was good. We continued our discussion of "Hamlet," and I was pleased to see that the students were starting to really get into it. There were a few who seemed a bit distracted, but overall, it was a productive day. I'm looking forward to seeing where this unit takes us.

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Journal Entry 4: September 12th

I told myself I'd journal every day, but it looks like I've already skipped a few since my last entry. Whoops! I'll have to set a reminder on my phone or something.

Today at school was good, although we got into a bit of a confusing topic in class. We're still working on "Hamlet," and we got into a discussion about whether or not Hamlet was actually insane or if he was just pretending. Some of the students had strong opinions on the matter, and it led to a bit of a heated debate. I think it's good that they're engaging with the material, though, even if they don't all agree.

Rachel really impressed me in class today. She gave a well thought out and articulate response to one of my questions, and it really added to our discussion. She explained how the recurring theme of **** and loss in the play might be driving Hamlet to a state of madness, and how his experiences with ghosts might be causing him to question his own sanity. It was really interesting to hear her perspective, and I can tell that she's passionate about literature.

On the other hand, something about Mark just seems off to me. He kept staring at me during class, and I caught him a few times trying to exert control over the other students in subtle ways. For example, when one of the students disagreed with his interpretation of a passage, he would give them a stern look and then they would suddenly change their mind. It's probably just my imagination. Maybe he just has a strong personality or something, but it's definitely something I'm going to keep an eye on. Overall, though, it was a good day, and I'm looking forward to seeing where our discussion of "Hamlet" takes us next.

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Journal Entry 5: September 13th

Today was pretty uneventful, but I did notice a few things that were a bit out of the ordinary. I decided to put a little more effort into my outfit today, nothing too flashy, just a blouse and a skirt that fit me well. I'm not sure why I bothered, but it felt nice to dress up a bit.

During lunch, I had a conversation with Mr. Davis about the upcoming parent-teacher conferences. He's always so organized and on top of things, and it made me realize that I need to start preparing for them myself. I'm always a bit nervous about meeting with parents, but I know that it's important to keep them informed about their child's progress.

Later in the day, I had a meeting with Ms. Johnson about the upcoming school play. She's usually very serious and focused, but today she seemed a bit more flirty and lighthearted. It was a bit strange, but I chalked it up to maybe having a good day or something.

As for class, things were going fine, I guess? I noticed that some of the boys would just stare at me during class. It used to make me uncomfortable, but I've decided to let it go. At least they're paying attention, right? Overall, it was a decent day, and I'm looking forward to seeing where the rest of the week takes us.

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Journal Entry 6: September 14th

Today was a long and exhausting day of parent-teacher conferences. It felt like I was just repeating myself over and over to every parent that their child was doing fine and that I would do my best to make sure they learned the material. It's always a bit nerve-wracking to meet with parents, but it's also a good opportunity to get to know them and their children better.

Overall, it was a pretty boring six hours. The only interesting thing that happened was that I found out that I had already met Rachel's mom... It was the woman who I met at the grocery store last week. Such a small world! She introduced herself as Sarah and we caught up a bit.

If I'm being honest, it was nice to have a break from talking to the rest of the parents. If Sarah wasn't Rachel's mother, I could see us being friends. But it was a little strange when she complimented my figure again... something about how I was younger, sexier version of Kate Upton. Maybe she's jealous? Or bisexual? Whatever it is, her comment made made me a slightly uncomfortable. I should probably tell her that it's inappropriate if she says something like again, but I guess I can excuse it this time since I think it was supposed to be a harmless compliment.

Anyway, Sarah also talked about how much Rachel was enjoying my class and how much she had learned so far. It was really nice to hear that, and it made me feel like I was doing a good job as a teacher. I could tell that Sarah was proud of her daughter, and it was heartwarming to see how much she cared about his education.

Not all the meetings went well though. There was one woman who was dressed a bit too... revealing. I mean, really? Who shows that much cleavage at a parent-teacher conference? It was unreal. It was hard not to notice all the dads in the waiting room trying to get a peek at her chest. My one-on-one with her was a bit awkward at first, but she seemed nice enough. It turns out she was Mark's mother which was a big surprise because they look nothing alike. Overall, it was a tiring day, but it was good to connect with the parents and get a better sense of my students' lives.

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Journal Entry 7: September 22nd

Today was another day of teaching, and it was pretty uneventful, except for one weird incident with Mark. During class, he kept staring at me with this intense, almost hypnotic gaze. It was like he was trying to get inside my head and control my thoughts. At first, I tried to ignore it and continue with the lesson, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

As the class went on, I noticed Mark fidgeting and squirming in his seat. It was like he was uncomfortable, but I couldn't figure out why. Then, when I asked the class a question, Mark suddenly shot up his hand and gave an answer that was way beyond what I was expecting. It was like he had read my mind and knew exactly what I was looking for.

After class, Mark came up to me and started asking me questions about the reading we had assigned. He seemed really interested in my opinions and insights, but there was something about the way he was acting that made me feel uncomfortable. He was too close to me, and his gaze was too intense. It was like he was trying to get me to do something for him, but I couldn't figure out what it was.

Later, when I was grading papers, I found myself thinking about Mark. His face kept appearing in my mind, and I couldn't stop picturing him staring at me with those intense eyes. It was like he had imprinted himself onto my thoughts, and I couldn't get rid of him.

It wasn't until I was walking home that I realized what was bothering me. I had been judging Mark unfairly, thinking of him as just another student who needed to be taught. But in that moment, I saw him differently. He was handsome, confident, and very attractive in a way that I had never noticed before. It was like his subtle control had opened my eyes to his appeal, and now I couldn't stop thinking about him.

Looking back, I can't help but feel a bit ashamed for the way I treated him before. Maybe I should be nicer to him, give him a bit more attention. After all, he's just a student who needs guidance, right? But there's something about the way he looks at me that makes me uneasy. It's like he knows something I don't, and I'm not sure I want to find out what that is.

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Journal Entry 8: September 25th

Something strange happened with Mark today after class. He stayed behind and asked me some follow-up questions on the reading we had been discussing. I thought it was a bit odd, but I didn't want to dismiss him or make him feel bad. As we were talking, he complimented my outfit. I hadn't work anything special, just a yellow blouse and black skirt. It was pretty much the same type of thing I wore to school every day. He also told me how much he liked my ponytail, but thought I might look better with my hair down. It was a little flattering, but it also made me feel a bit uncomfortable.

There was something in his eyes that made me feel like he was looking at me differently. It was almost like he was undressing me with his eyes or something. I brushed it off as just a weird feeling and tried to steer the conversation back to the reading.

After he left, I couldn't help but feel like something was off. It was like a nagging feeling in the back of my mind that I couldn't shake. I kept replaying the conversation over and over in my head, trying to figure out what had made me feel so uncomfortable.

Looking back on it now, I realize that it was probably nothing. Mark is just a student who needed some extra guidance, right? I don't want to judge him unfairly or be too hard on him. Maybe I'm just being paranoid.

On a more positive note, I'm starting to feel like I really belong at this school. Some of the other teachers invited me to a small party after work today, and it was really nice to hang out with them outside of school. We talked about our classes, shared stories about our students, and even played a few board games.

It's been a while since I've had friends at work, and it was really refreshing to be able to connect with other people who understand the challenges of being a teacher. I'm looking forward to spending more time with them and getting to know them better. Who knows, maybe I'll even make some lifelong friends here.

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Journal Entry 9: September 27th

It was a pretty standard day of teaching today. We're getting deeper into "Hamlet," and I'm starting to see some really interesting interpretations from my students. It's always fascinating to see how different people can read the same text and come up with such different ideas.

During my break, I went to the teacher's lounge to chat with some of the other teachers. We had nothing better to do so we started gossiping about a few of the students. Apparently, John got caught cheating on his math test. That was a big surprise for everyone because the kid was actually really smart. I guess the stress of being a junior must have got to him.

Also, one of the student Mary was trying to hide the fact that she had a crush on Mr. Davis. She wasn't in my class so I didn't know her personally, but I still found it funny how even though we're supposed to be professional, we can't help but talk about our students like they're part of a soap opera.

During the break, Ms. Johnson also complimented my hair. She called it "splendid" and said that it really suited me and a few of the other teachers agreed. It was really sweet of her to say, and it made me feel good. I couldn't remember why I hadn't put it up like I normally do, though. Maybe I was just busy in the morning and forgot.

After school, I spent some time grading papers and getting caught up on lesson planning. I can already tell that this is going to be a really busy year, but I'm looking forward to the challenge. It's funny how much being a teacher has changed me. I used to be so afraid of public speaking and now I can lecture for hours without even realizing it. I'm definitely more confident than I used to be, and I think that's a good thing.

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Journal Entry 10: October 2nd

Today was another long day at school, but something strange happened with Mark that left me feeling a bit uneasy. During class, he asked to borrow my pen, which I didn't think much of at the time. But then, as he was returning it, he touched my hand in a way that made me feel uncomfortable. It was like his fingers lingered just a little too long, and I could feel his gaze on me even as he turned back to his seat.

Later, after class, he hung back again, and we started talking about the reading. But then the conversation turned in a direction that made me even more uncomfortable. He started asking me questions about my personal life, like if I had a boyfriend or if I was interested in anyone. It was completely inappropriate, and I tried to steer the conversation back to the reading, but he just kept pushing.

At one point, he leaned in closer and whispered, "You're so beautiful, Miss. I can't stop thinking about you." I was taken aback by his words, and I didn't know how to respond. It was like a switch had flipped, and the boy who had been so reserved before was now making inappropriate advances toward me.

Looking back on it now, I'm not sure what to make of Mark's behavior. Maybe he was just trying to be friendly, but it definitely crossed a line. I don't want to jump to conclusions, but I'll have to keep an eye on him and make sure that nothing else happens.

In less disturbing news, I had a really nice conversation with one of my colleagues today. We talked about our favorite books and movies, and even shared some personal stories. It was refreshing to be able to connect with someone on a deeper level and not just talk about work all the time. I'm looking forward to getting to know her better and maybe even planning a get-together outside of work.

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Journal Entry 12: October 9th

I couldn't stop thinking about what happened with Mark the other day. It left me feeling uneasy and I knew I had to talk to him. After class, I asked him to stay behind and I told him that his behavior was inappropriate. He seemed genuinely remorseful and apologized. He told me that he didn't mean to make me feel uncomfortable and that he just wanted to let me know how much he admired me.

Things seemed to be going well and I genuinely thought that I had gotten through to him. But as soon as the conversation was done, he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek...

It was a quick peck, so fast that I thought I had hallucinated at first. I couldn't believe that he would do something so inappropriate, especially after we had just talked about respect and boundaries. I'm still trying to process my feelings about it, but part of me can't help but wonder if I did something to encourage him.

I was too stunned to comment on what had just happened and Mark just rushed towards the door. As he was about to leave, he called out that he was right about how nice my hair would look and then he suggested that I should try wearing sundresses. Before I could react, he was gone.

Looking back on it now, I realize that I should have been more firm with him. But at the time, I just felt so awkward and uncomfortable that I didn't know what to do. I hope that Mark understands that what he did was wrong, and that he doesn't try anything like that again.

It's a shame that things had to end on such a sour note, because otherwise things at school have been going pretty well. I've been making some great connections with other teachers, and I've even started to get more involved with the school's extracurricular activities. Yesterday, I went to one of the soccer games and cheered on our team. It was a lot of fun, and it reminded me of how much I love being part of this community.

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Journal Entry 13: October 16th

Things have calmed down a bit with Mark since our last conversation. He hasn't made any more inappropriate comments or gestures, although he still stares at me in class sometimes. I don't know what to make of it, but I'm trying my best to ignore it and focus on teaching.

In other news, I've been having a hard time not thinking about what Mark said to me before he left that day. He suggested that I wear sundresses, and while I don't want to prove him right, I have to admit that I've been noticing them in the stores lately. They look so comfortable and cute, and part of me is curious to see what it would be like to wear one to work.

I know it's not exactly appropriate attire for a teacher, but maybe it would help me feel more confident and less stressed out. Besides, Mark had been right about my hair. Maybe he knows what he's talking about when it comes to fashion. Or maybe I'm just overthinking things again. I don't want to jump to conclusions or make things awkward between us, so I'm just trying to focus on my work and keep things professional.

The other teachers have been great though. They've noticed that I've been feeling a bit down lately, and they've been going out of their way to make me feel welcome. Last night, a few of them invited me over for dinner and drinks. We had a great time, and it was really nice to connect with people who understand the challenges of being a teacher.

In any case, work has been keeping me busy and I'm grateful for that. I've been spending a lot of time preparing for my classes and grading papers, but I've also been trying to make time for myself. I went for a run yesterday and it felt amazing to clear my head and get some exercise. I think I'm finally starting to find a balance between work and self-care, and that's something to be proud of.

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Journal Entry 14: October 16th

I don't know what to do about Mark. Today, things went too far today. I guess it's my fault because I finally decided to take his suggestion and wear a sundress to school. I had picked out a cute one, although it was a bit of a tight fit. As class began, I couldn't help but notice Mark smiling at me. He decided to stay after class and I knew I was in trouble.

He started off innocently enough, we chatted about the reading assignment. But then, things took a turn. He started complimenting me again, but this time it was more aggressive. He said that my dress showed off my curves and that I looked amazing. I tried to brush it off and steer the conversation back to the reading, but he kept pushing.

Before I knew it, he was telling me that he couldn't stop thinking about me, and that he wanted me to think about him too. It was like he was trying to hypnotize me or something, and I felt myself getting lost in his words.

He leaned in closer and whispered, "You're so beautiful, Miss. You deserve to be treated like a queen." I felt his breath on my neck, and I couldn't help but shiver. I tried to pull away, but he was holding me tightly, and I felt like I couldn't move.

Slowly, he moved his hand, brushing a piece of hair off my face. His hand lingered on my cheek. His touch was electric, and I could feel myself getting lost in his eyes. He kept saying things that made me feel good, telling me how beautiful I was and how much he admired me.

Before I knew it, he had kissed me. It was nothing like the quick peck he had given me before. This was a full-on, passionate kiss that left me breathless. I don't know how long we stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, but it felt like an eternity.

When he finally pulled away, he whispered in my ear, "You're mine now." It was like a switch had flipped, and I knew that I was in deep trouble. I didn't know how to respond, so I just stood there in a daze, watching as he walked out of the classroom with a smug smile on his face.

Looking back on it now, I know that what Mark did was wrong. But part of me can't help but feel a strange attraction to him. I know that I shouldn't feel this way, but I can't help it. He has some kind of hold over me, and I don't know how to break free.

I don't know what's going to happen next, but I know that I have to be careful. I can't let myself fall any deeper under Mark's spell. But at the same time, I don't know if I can resist his charms. It's like he has some kind of power over me, and I don't know how to fight it.

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Journal Entry 15: October 19th

Something happened today in class that made me feel so embarrassed and violated. I was passing out tests when I noticed Mark's hand raised in the back of the class. As I walked over to him, he pointed to a question on the paper and said that he needed me to explain it to him. I leaned over his desk to take a closer look at the problem, and that's when I felt it.

Mark had somehow managed to position himself so that he could see down my blouse. I was wearing a low-cut dress that day, and he was able to get a clear view of my cleavage. I didn't even realize what was happening until it was too late. When I looked up, he was smirking at me, clearly enjoying the view.

I was so embarrassed and angry, but at the same time, I felt paralyzed. I didn't know what to do or say. I just stood there frozen, feeling like a piece of meat. It was so violating and dehumanizing. I wanted to yell at him or slap him, but I just couldn't find the words.

After quickly answering his question, I tried to stand back up, but Mark didn't seem to want me to leave just yet. He pretended to have another question, and as I leaned over his desk again, I felt his gaze on me once more. I could tell that he was enjoying the view.

It was like he was trying to assert some kind of dominance over me, to remind me of his power. I felt trapped and humiliated, like I was just an object to him. I wanted to tell him to stop, to remind him that he was just a student and I was his teacher. But in that moment, I felt powerless and unable to speak.

That was when Mark reached out and brushed a finger over the top of my cleavage. It was such a small movement, but it sent a shiver down my spine. I was frozen in place, unable to move or speak. I couldn't believe what was happening - this was so far beyond anything I had ever experienced before.

I tried to ignore it and focused on the test, but a few minutes later, it happened again. This time, his fingers lingered a little longer, tracing a line down my chest. I was mortified and completely frozen, not knowing how to react. And then, without warning, he reached into my dress, cupping my breasts in his hands.

It was shocking and humiliating, but I couldn't do anything to stop him. He knew that, too. He was staring at me the whole time, his eyes daring me to make a noise or draw attention to what was happening. I felt completely trapped and helpless.

Worst of all, a small part of me wanted him to keep going.

He didn't stop there, though. Mark reached his hand into my dress and slowly began to play with my breasts, cupping them and caressing them in a way that made me shiver. I felt exposed and ****, and yet at the same time, a strange heat was building inside me. It was like his touch was electrifying, and I couldn't help but feel a wave of desire wash over me.

He didn't seem to care that we were in the middle of a classroom full of students. In fact, I could see a smirk playing across his lips as he continued to tease me. His fingers worked in small, circular motions, pinching and tugging at my nipples until they hardened beneath his touch. It was like he was daring me to give in, to let out a moan or a gasp that would betray our secret. To be caught, all it would take was for one student to turn around and see my tits exposed.

My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was certain that the other students must be able to hear it. But when I glanced around the room, everyone seemed to be completely absorbed in their own work. It was like we were in our own little world, just Mark and me.

At last, Mark withdrew his hand and leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. I was left feeling breathless and shaken, unsure of what had just happened. Part of me wanted to slap him, to tell him that what he had done was completely unacceptable.

I knew what Mark was doing was wrong, but I couldn't help but feel a strange attraction to him. Maybe it was the power he had over me, or the way he was able to make me feel things I had never felt before. Whatever it was, I was conflicted. I wanted him to stop, but at the same time, I didn't want him to.

But then, I heard a noise, and I realized that one of the other students had finished the test and was getting up to turn it in. I quickly pulled away from Mark and straightened my dress, trying to compose myself. I could feel my face turning red with embarrassment, and I knew that the other student had noticed something was wrong.

As soon as class was over, I rushed out of the room, trying to get away from Mark and the feelings he had awakened in me. I didn't know what to do, or how to process what had just happened. I felt violated, yet strangely aroused. It was a confusing mix of emotions, and I didn't know how to make sense of it. All I knew was that things with Mark had gone too far, and I had to put a stop to it before it was too late.

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Journal Entry 16: October 20th

I called in sick today, but the truth is that I needed some time to process everything that happened with Mark. I can't stop thinking about what he did, and I don't know what to do now. Part of me is angry and frustrated, and another part of me is scared. I never thought something like this would happen to me, especially not at my job.

I'm not sure how I'm going to face him or go back to teaching a class after this. I feel violated and disrespected, and I can't help but blame myself for what happened. Maybe I should have been more clear with Mark about my boundaries, or maybe I shouldn't have worn that sundress to school. But then again, it shouldn't matter what I wear or how I act - Mark had no right to do what he did. I don't know what's going to happen next, but I hope that I can find the strength to get through it.

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Journal Entry 17: October 21st

I called in sick again today. I couldn't bring myself to face Mark or any of my students. I've been thinking about what happened more and more, and I'm starting to wonder if maybe I was overreacting.

I mean, yes, what Mark did was completely inappropriate, but maybe I was sending him the wrong signals. Maybe I was wearing that dress just to get attention. Maybe I was being too friendly with him. Maybe it was all my fault.

I don't know what to think anymore. I keep going back and forth between feeling angry at Mark and feeling guilty for even considering reporting him. Maybe he didn't mean anything by it. Maybe he was just acting on impulse. Maybe it was just a one-time thing.

The one nice thing is that tomorrow is Saturday so I'll have the whole weekend to think about everything and try to make sense of it all. I can't keep calling in sick days like this, but I don't know what to do.

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Journal Entry 18: October 22nd

I can't stop feeling guilty about how I treated Mark. I mean, he's such an innocent guy, and he was probably just confused about his feelings. I shouldn't have been so quick to judge him like that. I feel terrible for putting him in such a bad situation.

Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe he didn't mean to do anything wrong. After all, I was the one wearing that low-cut dress. I should have known better than to dress like that in front of my students. It's all my fault, really.

I can't help but think that I'm a bad person for being angry at him. Mark is such a kind and good-looking person, and I just blew everything out of proportion. I need to treat him more fairly moving forward. Maybe I can find a way to make it up to him.

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Journal Entry 19: October 23rd

I feel a excited about going back to school tomorrow. As much as I hate to admit it, I keep thinking about Mark's face and the way he looked at me during that test. It's like his image is burned into my brain, and I can't seem to shake it off. I've been trying to come up with ways to apologize to him and make things right, because the whole situation was entirely my fault.

Maybe I could bake him some cookies or bring him a cup of coffee in the morning? Or maybe I could offer to stay after school and help him with his homework? I just want to do something to show him that I care and that I'm sorry for overreacting.

On an unrelated note, I did something today that I haven't done in months. I masturbated. It was very cathartic, and for a brief moment, I felt like all my problems had disappeared. Honestly, it was much better than I remembered and I can't seem to recall why I stopped.

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Journal Entry 20: October 27th

I woke up early today, eager to make things right with Mark. I spent hours getting ready, carefully choosing what to wear and how to style my hair. I wanted to do something special for him, to show him that I was sorry for the way I had been treating him.

I remembered how he had complimented my hair when it was down, so I spent extra time straightening it and making sure it looked perfect. And when it came to my outfit, I picked out the most flattering sundress I had, one that was just barely appropriate for school. It had a low-cut neckline that showed off my cleavage, and I knew that Mark would appreciate it.

As I got ready, I couldn't help but feel nervous and excited all at once. I wanted everything to be perfect for him, to show him that I truly cared about him and valued his opinion. I even put on a little extra makeup, just to make sure I looked my best.

When I finally arrived at school, I could feel my heart racing as I walked down the hallway towards my classroom. I was eager to see Mark's reaction to my new look, to show him that I was making an effort to be better for him.

Looking back on it now, I realize how foolish I was being. I was so caught up in trying to please him that I didn't stop to consider whether or not what I was doing was truly what he wanted. It was only only what I thought he wanted. But at the time, I couldn't help but feel like I was doing something special for him, something that would make up for my past mistakes.

And when I saw the way that Mark looked at me as I walked into the classroom, I knew that I had done the right thing. He seemed pleased with my appearance, and for a brief moment, everything felt perfect. All I could think about was how much I wanted to please him, how much I wanted to be his favorite.

I nervously asked Mark to stay after class, and he agreed with a smile. Throughout the lesson, I couldn't concentrate, thinking only of what I would say to him. When the bell finally rang and the other students had left, I took a deep breath and began to speak to him about how I felt.

I knew I had been treating him unfairly lately and wanted to make things right. I explained to him that during the test last Wednesday, I had judged him too harshly for what happened. I reflected on it some more and realized that it was really my fault so I should have overreacted as much as I did.

Mark just smiled at me and nodded, forgiving me for my actions. While I was relieved that he forgave me, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. I had hoped for a more dramatic response from him.

I couldn't help but feel relieved at his words, but also a little disappointed. I had hoped for a more dramatic response, a more emotional connection. But instead, Mark seemed content to just let it go.

As we stood there in silence, I could feel his eyes drifting over my body, taking in every curve and contour. I blushed under his gaze, feeling both embarrassed and excited at the same time.

I felt a flush of pleasure run through me as Mark's eyes lingered on my chest, and I found myself arching my back slightly to emphasize my assets even more. I knew it was a little risky to wear something like this to school, but in that moment, it felt like a small price to pay to make Mark happy.

Eventually, I broke the silence and asked him if there was anything I could do to make it up to him.

I could feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me as Mark turned to leave. The thought of spending time with him, getting to know him better, was almost too much to handle. As I watched him go, I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing, a desire to be closer to him, to feel his touch, to know him intimately.

But before he was out of earshot, Mark turned back to me with a mischievous grin on his face. He asked me for my phone number saying that it was so we could coordinate our tutoring sessions. At first, I was hesitant. As a teacher, I'm not supposed to give out my personal phone number to students. But then I thought about Mark and how badly I wanted to please him. I didn't want to do anything to upset him or make him think that I didn't trust him.

For a moment, I hesitated, feeling the weight of responsibility pressing down on me. But then, with a sudden burst of courage, I nodded my head and recited my number to him, watching as he punched it into his phone.

After he left, I couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt creeping in. What was I doing, getting so caught up in my feelings for a student? It was completely inappropriate and unprofessional. But at the same time, I felt like I owed him something.

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Journal Entry 21: November 2nd

I woke up this morning with a flutter in my stomach. It was the day of my first tutoring session with Mark, and I wanted everything to be perfect. We had agreed over text that it would be easiest for me to drive to his house so I spent hours getting ready, picking out the perfect outfit and doing my hair and makeup just so.

I rummaged through my closet, but it was mostly empty because all of my dresses were dirty from wearing them to school every day this week. The only option left in my closet was an black sundress that I used to wear when I went out clubbing with my friends in college. It was definitely not work-appropriate, which is why I hadn't worn it to school yet. But it was my only choice. The dress was cinched at the waist and it and stopped just above my knees, with a low-cut neckline that showed off some cleavage. Although it wasn't my first choice, I decided to wear it anyway.

When Mark opened the door, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of attraction. He looked so good, so put together, like the perfect man. I felt a rush of warmth spread through me as he greeted me with a smile, his eyes flickering over my body.

He led me to the living room, where we began to work on some reading problems. At first, it went smoothly, and I was surprised at how smart Mark was. He seemed to know the material inside and out, and I wondered if he even needed my help at all.

As we worked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building inside me. This was my chance to show Mark what I was capable of, to prove to him that I was more than just a teacher. I leaned over his shoulder, my hair brushing against his cheek, and I could feel the heat rising between us.

As Mark and I were working on some worksheets, we heard a sound from upstairs. It was Mark's mother, who had come down to ask him about dinner plans. As she walked into the living room, my eyes widened in shock.

She was wearing practically nothing, a sheer silk robe that barely covered her curves. I could see her breasts through the material, and I felt a flush of heat spread through my body. It was shocking, to say the least, and I couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable under her gaze.

Mark's mother had a defiant look in her eye, as if she were trying to prove something to me. And as they chatted about dinner plans, I couldn't help but feel even more shocked. Here was this woman I had only met once before, flaunting her body in front of me, her son's teacher. It was an awkward moment, and I couldn't help but feel like I was intruding on something.

But as I looked over at Mark, I could see that he wasn't fazed by his mother's behavior at all. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying the attention. His eyes roamed over her body, lingering a bit too long on… certain areas. It was unsettling to watch, and I couldn't help but feel like I was witnessing something I wasn't supposed to.

My train of thought was broken when Mark leaned closer to me and put his arm around me, all without breaking eye contact with his mother. It was a strange moment, and I couldn't help but feel comfortable. It felt nice to be snuggled up next to him like this.

And then I looked down and noticed that his hand was groping at one of my breasts like it was a stress ball. I gasped, but nobody seemed to acknowledge it. It was like nothing had happened.

I looked over at Mark, hoping that he would stop, but he didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. He just kept talking to his mother as if everything was perfectly normal. I didn't want to interrupt their conversation, so I just let it happen. Maybe it had been an accident?

But after a few minutes, Mark's mom finally left the living room, and Mark turned to look at me. He pulled me just an inch closer to him, and his hand was still going at it, rubbing and groping my breast. I felt a wave of discomfort wash over me, but I didn't say anything. I didn't want to ruin the moment, didn't want to risk judging him unfairly again.

He suggested that we finish the last worksheet and call it a day. I nodded, not sure if I was overreacting to what was happening. Maybe this was just what tutoring sessions were like? Maybe it was all harmless?

But as we worked on the worksheet, Mark only seemed to get more feely, his hand wandering lower and lower on my body. At one point, I thought I felt his fingers brush against my inner thigh, but I couldn't be sure. My heart was racing, and I could feel my body trembling with anticipation and fear.

Finally, we finished the worksheet, and Mark moved his hands back. We both stood up, and I made a move to leave, eager to put some distance between us. But right as I was headed out the door, Mark took a step behind me and spanked my butt, causing it jiggle for a few moments from the impact. The **** caused me to stumble out the door and I turned around to face him in shock.

"Next time, wear something shorter," he said with a grin, before slamming the door in my face.

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Journal Entry 25: November 3rd

It's been four days since our first tutoring session and I can't stop thinking about what Mark said to me as I was leaving his house.

At first, I was so angry that he would tell me how to dress. Who did he think he was? But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I was being too harsh. For a couple of days, I was so annoyed at his comment that I stopped letting him kiss me on the lips during our daily after-class discussions. He was still allowed to give me a peck on the cheek, of course. I was angry, not cruel.

But on the third day, I realized how harsh I was being. I was a guest in his home, and clearly, Mark and his mother had different standards for how people should dress. I should have respected that and dressed more appropriately. So, I decided to let it go and we went back to making out after class like normal. I even started to feel a little guilty for overreacting and pushing him away like that so I slipped in a little tongue as an apology.

The only problem is that I don't really own anything "shorter" like he suggested. So, I made plans to go to the mall later tonight and buy some new clothes. I'll need to clear out some of my old stuff to make space in the closet, but it's a small price to pay to make sure that one of my students is learning effectively.

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Journal Entry 26: November 5th

I've been masturbating every night before bed, and I have to admit, it feels amazing. I've never felt so relaxed and stress-free as I do after a good session.

But the thing that's been troubling me is what I've been imagining while doing it. Specifically, I've been picturing some of my students, and I'm not sure why. It's not like I'm attracted to all of them, or even most of them, but for some reason, when I close my eyes, it's their faces that come to mind.

I know it's wrong to be fantasizing about my students like this and moaning out their names, but I can't help it. I guess, technically, it's only been Mark so far. But I'm good at recognizing trends. Just because I thought of him the last six times I jilled off, doesn't mean it won't be another student next time.

I know it's inappropriate, and I feel guilty about it, but at the same time, I can't deny that it turns me on. It's almost too much to handle and I don't know what to do about these feelings. I know that it's not right to be thinking these things, but at the same time, I can't seem to help myself. Every time I close my eyes, it's his face that I see, and I can't help but touch myself.

I'm not sure what to do about this, but I know that I need to find a way to control these urges. I can't keep fantasizing about my students like this, it's not fair to the, and it's not fair to me either. I just need to figure out a way to move past this and focus on being a responsible teacher.

On a more positive note, I finally got around to updating my wardrobe. I've been eagerly anticipating our next tutoring session, mostly just to see Mark's reaction to my new wardrobe. I can't wait to see the way his eyes light up when he sees me in one of my new dresses. I'm a little nervous, too, about what his reaction might be. I don't want to come across as too forward, but at the same time, I want to show him that I'm making an effort to make sure he feels supported during our sessions.

I've been practicing walking around in my new dresses, just to break them in. They are all tight on me so I want to make sure they adjust to my shape well. I probably won't be able to fit a bra under any of them but that should probably be fine. I know this isn't the type of stuff I normally wear, but it can't hurt to try new things.

For some reason, I've been excited to show off my new wardrobe in public. The backless black summer dress with a sunflower pattern looks amazing on me, and I can't wait to turn some heads the next time I go out. The yellow dress with the button top is a little more casual, but it's still very flattering, especially with the way it hugs my curves. And of course, the red bodycon is the most daring of them all, but I'm feeling confident enough to pull it off.

I'm not sure what Mark will think of my new wardrobe during our session, but I can't help but feel excited to show him how hard I am trying to fit myself to his educational needs. I know that it's a little risky, especially since I'm his teacher, but I can't help myself. I just want to make sure he is comfortable in his own home.

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Journal Entry 27: November 6th

I spent a lot of time getting ready for my second tutoring session with Mark. I began by taking a long, hot shower and shaving all the areas that I would be showing off in my new dress. I wanted everything to be perfect. After drying myself off, I applied some sweet-smelling body lotion and deodorant. Then, I picked out the mid-thigh red bodycon dress that I had bought for the occasion. The thin spaghetti straps hugged my shoulders, and the tight fabric clung to my curves in all the right places. I even added red lipstick and painted my nails on both hands and feet the same color to match my dress.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel self-conscious about the outfit. It was definitely shorter than what I would normally wear, but I wasn't sure if it was enough to meet Mark's expectations. Still, I followed his instructions to the letter and wore the red dress, feeling a little nervous about what he would think.

I paired the dress with a pair of burgundy heels, as I didn't have bright red ones. I made a mental note to buy more shoes the next time I went to the mall. As a finishing touch, I added a red lace thong. I didn't expect Mark to see that, but I included it just to complete the outfit. Even though I felt a little silly doing it, I wanted to follow Mark's instructions to wear something "shorter" as closely as possible, just in case he had some sort of preference.

After I was dressed, I spent some extra time fixing my hair and makeup, trying to make myself look as good as possible. I wasn't sure why I was putting in so much effort for Mark, but I couldn't help feeling excited about seeing him again.

I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious as I walked up Mark's driveway, knowing that I was wearing something so revealing. The dress hugged every curve on my body, leaving little to the imagination. Anyone watching would be able to see my tits bouncing as I stumbled up the pavement in my high heels. As I arrived at Mark's house, I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell, feeling self-conscious, and if I'm being honest, quite sexy, in my bright red outfit.

I knocked on the front door and waited for a few minutes, my heart racing with anticipation. After a few moments, the door opened, and Mark stood there, looking me up and down with a sly grin. He seemed pleased with my choice of dress, which made me feel both self-conscious and exhilarated at the same time. I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement run through me at his expression. All of my effort to look good for him had paid off, and I could tell that he was impressed.

He told me that we'd be working at the desk in his bedroom this time. Something about his mom still needing to clean the living room. He took my hand and led me up the stairs and into his room, which was surprisingly tidy. There was only one chair at the desk, which made me feel a little uneasy. Mark, however, seemed unfazed and just smiled, gesturing for me to take a seat.

He apologized for only having one chair in the room, but quickly pointed out that we could share it if I sat on his lap. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I was comfortable with the idea, but ultimately agreed. I carefully lowered myself onto his lap, feeling a rush of heat as one of his arms wrapped around my waist to hold me steady. He smelled amazing, and I couldn't help but feel a little lightheaded as he began to go over the worksheet with me.

He put his phone to the side of the desk and we began to work. I could feel Mark's breath on my neck, and his hand resting on my stomach. It was all so overwhelming, and I wasn't sure how to react. I tried to focus on the worksheet, but I could feel my mind wandering to other places.

As we continued to work on the worksheet, I noticed Mark's leg bouncing up and down. It was a small movement at first, but as time went on, it became more and more pronounced. With each bounce of his leg, I could feel my butt pushing up against lap. His hand around my waist kept me steady. When I shifted slightly, I could feel something hard pressing back against my ass. Was he getting aroused by this?

I didn't want to believe this was happening, but I couldn't bring myself to say anything. As we worked and bounced, my dress began to ride up my thighs, revealing more and more of my legs. It was uncomfortable, but I didn't know how to bring it up without sounding like I was overreacting.

Mark continued to bounce his leg, and I could feel myself starting to get aroused. I tried to ignore the feeling, but it was hard to focus on the worksheet when all I could feel the heat slowly building up inside me. I could feel his fingers tracing patterns on my stomach, inching closer and closer to my breasts. I didn't know what to do. Part of me wanted to stop him, but another part of me couldn't deny how good it felt.

As his leg bounced faster and faster, I could feel my dress rising higher up my thighs, until it was practically bunched around my waist. I was sure he could see my bright red thong. His hand that had been resting on my stomach started to move upward, and he began to caress my breasts through the thin material of my dress. I gasped at the sensation, but he seemed to pretend like nothing was happening. I felt myself getting wet between my legs, and I couldn't help but squirm on his lap a little bit.

I wanted to stop him, but I was too afraid to speak up. Instead, I let him continue to touch me, my body reacting to his every move. His hand cupped my breast, and I could feel his thumb rubbing against my nipple, sending shivers down my spine. I tried to keep my breathing steady, but it was getting harder and harder to ignore the sensations he was causing. I was so lost in the moment that I didn't even realize when the worksheet slipped out of my hand and onto the floor.

I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and I could sense the growing desire in him. He leaned in and kissed my neck, his other hand trailing down my thigh. I was a little scared, but I couldn't deny that I wanted him too. We were so close, my body pressing against his, our lips almost touching. It was as if time had stopped, and nothing else mattered in that moment except for the two of us.

As his hand continued to trail down my thigh, I could feel my resolve weakening. His touch was so electrifying, sending shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes, lost in the sensation, my breaths becoming more labored.

He moved his lips down to my collarbone, his fingers inching higher up my thigh. My body was responding to his touch, and I was helpless to stop it. His breath was hot on my skin, and I could feel myself getting wet. I tried to steady myself, but it was impossible. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, ready to give in completely to his touch.

Then, as if things weren't intense enough, Mark suggested that I get the worksheet that had fallen under his desk. I hesitated for a moment, but then I got on all fours and crawled under the desk to retrieve it. I could feel Mark's eyes on me. I hadn't realized just how far my dress had ridden up, and I knew he could see more than I wanted him to. I knew that he was taking in the sight of my exposed ass. I couldn't help but feel a little bit turned on by the idea.

As I was finally under the desk, a cold shock rushed through me as I suddenly felt something tug at my thong. I gasped, but was unable to turn around to see what had happened in the confined space. But I knew, the feeling of cold air against my wet snatch told me that I was no longer wearing underwear.

I was paralyzed by confusion and had no idea what he was doing until I heard the sound of a camera click. He had just taken a picture of me in that compromising position, with my dress hiked up and my pussy on full display. I was so embarrassed, and I couldn't believe he would do something like that. I asked him what he was doing, but he just smiled and said that he was taking a picture of the worksheet. I suspected he was lying, but I didn't want to make things awkward since I couldn't be sure.

Still trapped under his desk, I could feel his fingers inching closer and closer to my pussy. My body was already responding to his touch, my arousal growing with each passing moment. I closed my eyes, lost in the sensation, my thoughts muddled and confused.

As his fingers continued to tease me, I tried to focus on holding on to the worksheet. But it was hard to concentrate when his touch was sending shockwaves through my body. I could feel myself getting wet, my pussy aching for his touch. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself from wanting him.

His fingers trailed up and down my slit, teasing me with each passing touch. I could feel my body getting closer and closer to the edge, my breathing getting more labored. I wanted him so badly, but I knew I couldn't give in to his touch. It was wrong, and I didn't want to lose control.

As his fingers grazed over my clit, I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped my lips. Mark pretended not to notice, his touch becoming more urgent and focused. But even though I was embarrassed, I couldn't help but feel turned on by the idea of him seeing me like this.

Suddenly, I felt his fingers withdraw, and I heard him shuffling around behind me. When I finally managed to crawl out from under the desk, my thong was pooled around my ankles, and my dress was so bunched up that I could see my belly button. Before I could try to fix my clothes, Mark guided me back onto his lap, his hand firmly on my waist. I could feel his hardening cock pressing against my ass.

As we went back to the worksheet, Mark acted as though nothing had happened. But I couldn't ignore the feeling of his hard-on pressing against me, and I was sure he could feel how wet I was becoming. I tried to keep my breathing steady, but it was difficult when his touch was so electric.

Without warning, Mark shifted me on his lap, his hand sliding down to cup my ass. He positioned me in a way that **** my legs to spread apart, exposing my wetness to him. I could feel his finger brush against my pussy, and I gasped, my body trembling with need.

He asked me some more questions about the reading, but I couldn't focus. His fingers seemed to roam my body with a mind of their own, teasing at my lower body. I still couldn't tell if he was doing this on purpose or whether I was getting worked up over nothing.

The heat between us was almost suffocating, and I could feel myself getting lost in the moment. Mark's touch was overwhelming, and I was struggling to keep my composure. I tried to resist, but it was impossible. He had complete control over me, and I was helpless to his every move.

I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body on fire with need. I wanted nothing more than to give in to his touch, to let him take me completely. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. I tried to steady myself, but it was nearly impossible. But something held me back, a small voice in my head telling me that this was wrong.

As Mark continued to touch me, my body began to shake with pleasure. I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge, the heat in my body overwhelming me. I let out a low moan, unable to control myself any longer. My body shuddered as I came, my pussy pulsing with pleasure.

Thankfully, Mark hadn't noticed, although he did look pleased with himself for finishing the worksheet. He complimented me on being a good teacher and told me how this had been a productive session.

As we wrapped up the session, Mark walked me to the door. As I got in my car to drive home, I couldn't help but feel like something was off. I felt something missing, and I realized that my thong was nowhere to be found. I couldn't believe it. Had Mark taken it? Had it fallen off when I was crawling under his desk? I was mortified and couldn't believe that I had let myself get into this situation.

But despite everything, I couldn't deny that a part of me wanted more. As wrong as it was, I couldn't help but feel a certain pull towards Mark. He was dangerous, and I knew that I should stay away from him. But at the same time, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. It was as if he had some sort of power over me, and I was helpless to resist it.

As I lay in bed that night, I couldn't help but think about Mark. My body still ached with need, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to resist him for long. But at the same time, I knew that I couldn't keep going down this path. I was a teacher, and I had a responsibility to uphold. But it was getting harder and harder to resist the temptation, and I knew that something had to give.