Detention

It was with equal parts nervousness and excitement that Mark entered the classroom of his English teacher Ms. Roberts for his scheduled after school detention.

“Mark,” Ms. Vanessa Roberts glared up at him from her desk. She was clearly in the middle of grading papers. “You were nearly late.”

Mark noticed that the classroom was empty save himself and his teacher and his heart began to race. His English teacher was a thing of beauty. He marveled at her light blonde hair which was tied into a ponytail and her smooth, creamy skin and striking blue eyes. Her above-average breasts were hidden behind a criminally unflattering sweater and jacket combination.

“Mr. Williams!”

“Oh! Uh, sorry!” Mark shook himself free of his musings. His propensity to daydream had been born of his lonely childhood and exacerbated as the girls in his class developed into young women. None of them compared to his angelic English teacher, however, and so he often found it difficult to focus in her class, which was part of the reason why he was currently serving detention with her.

His teacher grabbed a stack of papers from beneath her desk and held it up for him.

“Here’s the work you didn’t finish in class, plus a few additional worksheets based on the class reading. Hopefully this will be a lesson on the value of paying attention in class. You can leave when you’re finished.”

Mark nodded and went to grab the papers before a particularly devious thought crossed his mind.

When he grabbed the papers, he made sure his fingers touched his teacher’s hand.

-Sleep.-

It took less than a second for him to pronounce the word in his mind, project it through his fingers, through her hand, arm, shoulder, neck, and into her **** mind.

Suddenly, his beautiful teacher slumped back in her seat unceremoniously with her eyes closed. Mark’s papers scattered all over the floor.

“O-oh god, what did I do?” Mark cursed inwardly as he looked at his **** blonde teacher. “Why did I do that?”

Then his eyes fell to the gentle swell of his teacher’s breasts.

Mark wasn’t stupid. He’d long understood the potential uses his ability could afford him. And being a teenage boy, there was one use in particular that visited his dreams more often than the others. But he’d been scared. Nervous. Afraid of messing up and getting caught. Afraid of being carted off to some government lab and never being seen again.

When his manhood hardened, going from merely an unmistakable bulge in his pants to a raging club running down his pantleg, he realized that there were some things that could override even the most debilitating fears. He went to the door of the classroom, locked it, and moved until he was stood right next to his sleeping teacher.

Tentatively, Mark reached his hands out to Ms. Roberts’ sweater and trailed a finger down the middle of her clothed breasts.

When his teacher didn’t stir, Mark remembered that he had given her the command to sleep. Since his commands were permanent until overridden by him, he realized that she would likely stay asleep until he commanded her to wake up.

Emboldened by this, Mark reached under his teacher’s sweater and felt her bra-clad breasts.

“Wow, this… this is really happening,” Mark’s heart hammered within his chest as he groped his teacher with impunity.

Someone knocked on the door.

Shit! Mark cursed himself for throwing caution to the wind in a public school of all places. I gotta wake her up and make her think everything’s normal before someone realizes what’s going on.

He kept his hands on his teacher and concentrated.

-Mark Williams-

“Ms. Roberts? Are you in there?”

The person in the hallway tried the doorknob and knocked again.

-Mark Williams doesn’t have to do any more work today and must be allowed to go home.-

He grabbed his papers and threw them in the garbage before he put his hand over his teacher’s.

-Wake up!-

“Ms. Roberts!” Mark hissed. “Ms. Roberts wake up, I think someone’s at the door.”

“Oh, um, what?” Mark’s teacher blinked. “Wow, I must have dozed off. You said someone’s at the door? Let them in, Mark, and then go home. You don’t have to do any more work today.”

Mark nodded and went to the door. He opened it and a pretty girl he recognized from his English class swept past him, completely ignoring him.

Well, what else is new? He thought.

Having faith that his ability worked as it should have, Mark left the classroom and headed home.

The first hint that something might have gone wrong with Ms. Roberts reached him when he saw the spotless black sedan parked in front of his house.

Mark gulped nervously.

This is it. The government knows I’m a mutant and I’m going to be crammed into a very dark place for the rest of my very short life. I should just run far away, maybe command a few people to-

The front door of his house opened.