To clear your head

You need fresh air and exercise. You stride quickly out of the building, tamping down your irritation and disappointment at Diana's curt dismissal of you, and her stated disinterest in pursuing the relationship that had begun so spectacularly. You tell yourself to get over it, but you can't help but admit that the pretty headmistress has gotten under your skin.

Fucking her seems to have increased your frustration rather than curing it. Now that you've had a taste of her you can't think of anything you want more than another taste. And another and another. You shake your head in irritation, scolding yourself for thinking like a horny teenager.

Speaking of which, there are lots of them around you notice, seeing glances cast your way by several students as you pass them. Some are just neutral looks, but more than few of them at smouldering gazes that speak clearly of the thoughts going on behind the eyes.

You see Lyndsey White walking towards you, noting that her skirt is now just above her pretty knees and her shirt buttoned to the collar with her tie in place. She looks positively demure, and you feel surprised that she seems to have taken your advice to heart. She smiles prettily as you get closer, without a hint of flirtation and bobs her head slightly.

"Good Afternoon Dean Hawkfeather," she says politely. "May I have a word with you?"

"Certainly Miss White, can we walk and talk?"

"Of course Dean Hawkfeather. I just wanted to say how much I valued your advice, the advice you gave me this morning. I'm taking it to heart, and I wanted to let you know how much I appreciated you taking the time."

"You're welcome Miss White. I can see you've already made some changes."

"Yes sir. I want to live up to your expectations. I hope you'll let me know if you have any other advice. I'm really looking forward to the second lesson. I was even wondering if we could have it sooner than Saturday?

You glance at her pretty face, but see nothing except earnest interest, and no hint of flirting or innuendo. For some reason that's even more appealing than her previous brazen behaviour, and you feel your cock stir in your pants. What with the frustration you were already feeling at the Diana situation, you feel a little hypersensitive to her subtle charms. Your reptile brain awakens, urging you to take her back to your office and give her a second lesson.

Give it to her good and fucking hard.