She fails the test, and has to stay after class

When the students filed out one by one, she couldn't help but notice several of the boys looking at her. This did in fact break her facade, and she had to blush in embarrassment. She had put her proud breasts on display for her professor, but of course, she couldn't prevent others from taking delight in them as well. She hated this form of public attention - even public displays of affection were embarrassing to her - but keeping in mind that she did it for her grade, she braved through the humiliation.

With a simple answer key, Buddy was able to grade most of the tests in about a minute or so after they handed them in. Sure enough, only Hannah was left in the room, turning in her apologetic test sheet. Buddy looked it over, sighing immediately upon seeing the frowny face at the bottom. For all he knew, Hannah was just a lazy student who didn’t give a crap. But his quick-to-assume-the-best-in-women-he’s-attracted-to biased conscience refused to look at Hannah like a delinquent who didn’t try.

As her teacher sat down with her test, genuine nervousness crept into her body. It wasn't just the question whether she would have managed to fail by a small margin, but also, whether she had risked too much in her strategy. She just had to hope that she would be able to keep Professor Barrett captivated by her charms and bind him to her every wish, but as he returned not only to her desk, but also to his teaching persona - even quite a bit more authoritative than usual - Hannah couldn't conceal how nervous she was.

After quickly being able to grade it, making mark after mark on her test, it had seemed Hannah got a 47 on the test. He handed the test back to her with a bit of an apologetic look on his face as well.

“I’m sorry. But for today, tomorrow, and until you turn your essay in after our session on Thursday, you will need to take a little extra time to work on it. So starting today, you’re here for an hour after class to study,” Buddy’s tone shifted from apologetic and ****, to dutiful and unceasing. That part of his conscience that told him Hannah was fully capable of doing well in this class and she just refused to put in the work kicked in, and he was much less merciful. Suddenly, staying after class had a similar connotation to detention or some other form of punishment.

“That desk, right there. If I see any electronic equipment or any distractions of any kind pulling you away from your studies, I’m confiscating it until the end of the term. Do I make myself clear?” His tone now more authoritative, as he gestured for not Hannah’s regular seat, but the one at the front of all the desks and smack-dab in the middle, so he could keep an eye on her. Buddy had to know once and for all if Hannah was just putting on a show.

He couldn’t help but at least suspect that Hannah might be faking it. That maybe she was trying to manipulate him. It wouldn’t have been the first time a woman played dumb or acted a certain way to solicit a reaction out of a guy. The outfits she had chosen to wear only had gotten more revealing as the term was coming to a close. She had never acted like she was scared or a screw-up earlier in the term.

So for now, Buddy played the role of the authoritative teacher, despite attempting to be the “cool teacher” most of the time. Pity had certainly not helped Hannah improve her grades. So maybe fear and nervousness might. He had to help this poor girl any way he could. Even if she wasn’t the poor girl she seemed to want him to think she was.

Not only was it written all over her face, but even with all her shifting in her seat, she was no longer able to keep it inside. When her professor pointed towards her new desk, her mons turned abuzz with newfound interest in this side of Barrett.

She immediately looked down to conceal her arousal, and quickly stood over and hurried to the assigned desk. As she rushed with clicking heels, her unbound breasts jiggled perfectly with just that tiny bit of slack to their firm shape, opaquely visible underneath the blouse and more clearly in the long V-shaped neckline, which ended in a loopy bow, falling down between her two enticing titties.

Buddy had to look when he saw her walking to her new desk. Her breasts bouncing ever so slightly was impossible to ignore. But to his credit, even when he was ogling her, the look on his face still remained pretty cold.

Hannah sat down, then frowned and got up and back to her seat again, realising that she had forgotten the bag with her books. As she walked past her teacher once more, trying to recompose her confidence, she almost brushed her shoulder gently against his chest.

All the while, she hadn't said a thing, uncertain of the current power constellation. Now that she finally sat down at her desk, she opened up her notebook and one of the books. After five minutes, she looked back at her Professor. "I'm sorry... I don't know what's wrong with me. I studied so hard yesterday, but today, I could hardly remember anything. I don't know what it is... sometimes I'm hardly nervous at all during exams, and then there's no problem, but this week..." She looked away as her voice got a tiny bit hysterical "...this is pure terror for me."