Class goes well, and Elizabeth stays after

Your second class goes as well as the first. Your style goes over as well as it did with the first class, and the girls actually seem to be listening to you and learning. You start to wonder if you might actually be good at this. You’ve never pictured yourself having a legit job, but just for a moment you wonder if you could do this as more than a scam.

And the benefits have been amazing, you think as you watch your students in their cute little uniforms and tight little asses file out the door.

Elizabeth makes no move to leave, keeping her head down in her textbook until the sounds of walking feet fade. She looks up from her book, putting on a decent little act of being surprised, in your judgement. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize class was over,” she says, getting up.

“Keeping your head in your books?” you say.

“Like I said, Mr. Sharp, I’m here to study, not daydream,” she says as she walks toward your desk, smiling, toying with her hair.

“Yes, not like the other girls, you said,” you reply. “And what do the other girls daydream about?”

“Yesterday, I heard one girl say she was going to break the rules just to get Mr. Hawkfeather to spank her,” she says with a giggle. She puts her hands on your desk. “And other girls, they’re thinking about even dirtier things.”

“Like what?” you say, in a tone of innocent inquiry.

Elizabeth walks to the side of your desk and hops up on it, letting her legs swing playfully. “Teacher’s cock,” she says in a low voice, leaning toward you. “Teacher’s long, hard cock. When they’re studying, when they’re in bed at night, that’s what they’re thinking about. Teacher’s big, fat, hard cock.”