Break her down to build her up

“It was quite surprising after all, to find one of my best students with her panties hanging around one of her ankles, while she was busy fingering herself and screaming like a banshee.”

“I don’t need a play by play from you about that… accident, but is still your word against mine, and I assure you, every single teacher in this school and every student would back me up against you, so don't push me,” at any other moment even Cynthia would have acknowledged that she was going too far with her words; it was one thing to be a little temperamental, especially against Mr. Dinger, who even she had to admit how much layaway he gave her when it came to interacting to him, any other teacher would have given her hell for being that disrespectful, but like hell she was going to admit something like that as a good thing for him, not after having that very humiliating moment between them, probably one of the reasons she always wanted to butt heads against him now that she thought about it.

“Did you know that the School Board had video cameras installed in the school to test a new security system that week?” And with those words, all the rage and frustration that she had been feeling since the moment Mr. Dinger had interrupted Wes’ confession, or what she thought could have been a confession disguised as a bet, disappeared like smoke and all of her attitude had been forgotten once she heard those words.

The school had security footage, which sure, it was barely legal in her opinion what with the idea of everyone keeping a very close look at the student’s actions, but the worst part is that there was evidence of what she had done that time, but maybe… maybe they didn’t, maybe it just failed or something happened, or maybe it was deleted!

At this point, all the anger and self-righteousness had been thrown out of the window, all her impetus and desire to protect her boys and their time together was all but forgotten as she felt the dread of what would happen to her, after all, it was no longer her word against his, is that why he was so confident right now? Is this why he arrived with so much security? She had found weird how calm he was in front of her anger and energy, but to think that it was that reason.

“You… what… the school… how?” She couldn’t finish a whole sentence with how much confusion, dread and fear she was feeling at this moment; in the middle of her panic attack she saw Mr. Dinger, a man that she was sure would have enjoyed every moment of her humiliation and panic, looked at her with a small, calm smile on his face, as if he had complete control over the situation; what a bastard.

“I am sure that this would be like kicking a puppy in the street, even if you were the one that wanted some proof, so,correct me if I’m wrong, but when you were masturbating on top of my desk weren’t your words ‘oh please Mr. Dinger, fuck me as hard as you can, treat me like the naughty schoolgirl that I am in your class?’” As the teacher in front of her kept saying those words Cynthia felt her world crumble underneath her.

She remembered that day, she remember how when she was at the highest point of her pleasure her mouth just started saying all kinds of dirty things, among them what Mr. Dinger had repeated, how she imagined that the man in front of her, one of the people she just couldn’t stand in the school, was taking her on top of his desk, railing her and making her moan for all the times she had badmouthed him; it was true, but that didn’t mean she was happy about that fact.

Cynthia felt her face turning completely red, it was easy to know considering the amount of heat that she was radiating with so much blood pumping into her head, she almost felt faint if it weren’t for the fear still sending adrenaline into her body. It was bad, it was so bad, she could almost feel the looks of disappointment from all the school board at her actions and words, she had been in so much trouble, enough to exp…

“Isn’t it good that you weren’t expelled then? That you got completely scot-free from this misadventure?” Those words, it was what allowed Cynthia to come back from the pinnacle of her panic attack, so ready to start crying at one moment, thinking that her life at school would be utter hell, just for his words to break through those feelings and return her to the hallway “isn’t it convenient that that recording was never presented to the school board or the PTA?"

“Way too convenient… is this why I wasn’t punished?” She could still feel some of the effects of so much adrenaline coursing through her body, but her heart was calming down, even if the full blush on her face was still present by how hot it felt, but then something came to the front of her mind, something rather interesting that she had been thinking the whole time her professor had been spending talking with her “did you have something to do with that?”