She takes charge

“You have rope, don't you, Mr. P.” In hindsight I was a little slow, but at the time I was just confused.

“Yeah, of course, what do you need it for?” A scathing look from my young tenant brings sudden understanding. “Oh...”

Alison climbs from her bed with sudden determination. “You deserve something special, Mr. P.”

“Alison, I don't think...” Alison stops me before I can finish the thought.

“That's right, Mr. P, don't think. Just get the rope.” I watch in stunned silence as she walks to her closet, she is as beautiful as always but now she looks hotter than ever. “By the time you get back there will be a very nervous, very sorry, young student waiting for you to punish any way you see fit.”

I don't hesitate at all before pulling on my pants and tee-shirt and head to my workshop. This is, after all, one of my fantasies and after everything else I've done with Alison, it isn't much of a stretch. I'm not sure what will be waiting for me when I get back to Alison's bedroom, but I'm pretty sure it's going to be good.

Back in her room I see Alison has been busy. She's gotten dressed again, unlike her usual outfits, the blush colored silk blouse and floral pattern skirt belted tightly around her slim waist are refined, conservative and expensive. What I find most exciting though is the look on her face.

The combination of nervousness, and angry defiance looks so much like the haughty honor-roll student she described that I could just imagine the scene when I confronted her with cheating on her final.

“OK, Mr. Patterson,” her voice trembles just a little even as she tries to sound confident, “I came here alone, just like you asked. Now what?”

“Now Ali, you get naked for me.” In spite of what I told Alison, I really wasn't up to wrestling with a teenager for sex, I'm probably spent for the night anyways, but watching this 'good girl' reluctantly undress for me might be enough to get me hard again.

“Ewww, gross.” She sounds exactly like one of those privileged young ladies that seem to have the whole world at their feet. “What are you, some kind of perv?”

“It's your choice Ali.” I smile cruelly as I take out my cell phone, “I'll let Principal Wilkers know that he'll need to select a new Valedictorian.”

“Wait...”