Emily maintained eye contact with Ms.Bethany, seeming to enjoy the teacher's discomfort. She leaned back in her chair, still tapping her pen, and crossed one leg over another. Some students giggled at the tense atmosphere. Other more discreetly observed the exchange between Ms. Bethany and Emily.
Ms. Bethany saw the flash of Emily's thigh as she crossed her legs and struggled to regain control. Would Emily make her kiss those thighs? They looked so soft.
For a fleeting instant, Ms. Bethany's mind betrayed her composure and conjured up vivid images of submission - Emily standing over, eyes locked in command as Ms. Bethany kneeled before her; the metallic taste of Emily's anklet against lips that pressed soft kisses on those same thighs, now elevated to a position of dominance; and finally the stinging sensation as Emily's fingers intertwined with her hair, pulling it taut while dictating each movement. The brief fantasy crashed over Ms.Bethany with startling ferocity and left her reeling, leaving knees feeling almost liquid under the steady pressure to stand firm.
"I will thank you not to make lewd remarks in class, Ms. Carter. You will see me here after school."
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