She asks for help

"You don't stop, do you Miss Childers? Can't resist teasing and flirting? I'm not some teenage boy that you can wind around your fingers."

"No," she says with a little gasp, squirming on your hand. "No, you're a man. A man who knows what to do with a naughty girl. Knows how to make her pay for being a wicked tease. I made a mistake Mr. Carter. I'm ever so sorry."

"And?" you prompt her.

"And...and I want to...to make it better..." she answers, her chin starting to wobble uncertainly as she continues to squirm against your hand. "I don't know what to say Mr. Carter."

"Are you registered for biology Miss Childers?"

"What? I mean, yes...yes I am sir..."

"Are you good at it? Or are a lazy student, trying to get by on minimal effort, knowing that your parents will look after you?"

"Sir?" she says, obviously confused.

"I mean are you the kind of student who needs extra tutoring to succeed? The kind who needs hands on attention? The kind who is willing to do what she has to do?" You squeeze her pussy harder, staring into her face, watching emotions race across her face. Not the least of which is excitement.

"I need...extra help...tutoring..." she murmurs.

"Ask for it," you tell her, making your voice quiet and menacing. She licks her lips, her eyes flickering at you.

"Please....I need help...extra tutoring...can you help me sir? Will you tutor me?"

"My cottage. Right after lunch. Don't be late," you say coldly, giving her pussy a last squeeze before releasing her.

"Yes sir, thank you Mr. Carter," she murmurs, her eyes lowered, but her cheeks flushed with excitement.