Submit to whatever punishment he has in store for you

Mr Hodgkinson stands behind you menacingly, his eyes coldly scanning your young soft flesh, in particular, his thoughts were on your deliciously toned and long slender legs, which were now at the mercy of his perverted vision. He continues to ogle the back of your legs, admiring the manner in which the crisp white cotton socks were pulled almost all the way up to the knee. His eyes levitated upwards towards your smooth thighs, he wanted to feast on your pert feminine buttocks, but the black pleated pencil skirt was obstructing his pleasure, for now, or maybe it was only intensifying his fantasy of deflowering this 18 year old female rose.

"You were a wise girl not to run Brittany, it would have only led to further impositions and punishments for you, many more hours in detention, orally reciting French for me. Nobody will believe your story Brittany, I am a respected man in this profession, it will simply be your word against mine and we both know who will win that little battle don't we? The sooner that you realise you are just my personal cute little piece of meat to play with, the better you will accept it."

"Please Sir! Don't hurt me! I'll behave in future!" You are petrified of him.

"There is so much I want to do with you Brittany and to you. But I don't want to waste you girl, I would like to take my time, we are not in a rush. You did try to escape earlier, and that insolence will lead to a necessary punishment. Hmm, what shall I do with you?" Mr Hodgkinson is pondering a suitable torment for his sexy cute little schoolgirl plaything.