Wednesday Night Detention

Mark was on his way to detention with Miss Hewitt. The time was already 7:44 and he was still walking towards her office. He didn’t mean to be late to this but he spent a bit longer having dinner and didn’t keep track of the clock.

Knowing how strict this new subsitute teacher was, Mark expected her to be annoyed. He rushed the last fifty meters to her office, almost running there now.

Rushing through her office doors, he apologised immediately, “Sorry miss, got a little held up.”

Miss Hewitt was sitting behind her desk, correcting some homework. “That’s okay, I have a task for you tonight so the later you start it, the longer you’ll be here for.”

“A task?” he asked, taking a seat in front of her desk. The first thing he noticed is the expensive cream coloured jacket that she wore. It looked like it may have been covering something underneath.

“That’s right Mark, I’ll be asking you to correct homework for me,” she said, dropping her pen and pointing to the pile of exercise books.

“All of that? You’re kidding, why?” he asked her, worried that this would take him all night.

She lowered her glasses, putting them down on the desk in front of her, “From every teacher I’ve spoken to here, they all say you’re one of the smartest kids they’ve taught. And the best way to extend your knowledge is learning to correct your peers work.”

Mark was biting his lip, wanting to mention that he pretty much tried doing that the other day in class and it got him a date in detention.

“I’m going to be out tonight so I’ll have to trust you to lock the door as you leave and not get up to any trouble in here,” she said, getting out of her chair. “Come on, you can sit here, you’ve got a bit to get through if you’re going to finish before 10.”

10PM? You’ve got to be kidding me, he thought to himself. That was a ridiculously long time to spend in detention for such a minor incident. However, he had learnt that arguing would get you no where with Miss Hewitt so he once again bit his lip.

Mark took the seat behind her desk, looking at the amount of exercise books that sat there waiting to be marked. That’s when he heard another knock at the door.

Before Miss Hewitt couldn’t even open it, someone came strolling in.

“Miss Fischer?” Mark said, noticing his geography teacher from the year before. One very sexy teacher that had an interesting way of getting Mark to focus in college.

“Ohh oh my god, Mark, sorry, I thought it was just Elsie in here,” she said. Straight away, he could notice that she was dressed up for going out. A tight white dress that hugged her hips and did plenty for those spectacular juicy tits.

“It’s okay Jenna, I was just about to leave him here,” she told her fellow teacher.

Before he knew it, Miss Hewitt was peeling off her expensive coat jacket, showing that she too was wearing a short dress you would see at a nightclub. One similar to Miss Fischer’s, except al in black, her even bigger breasts sat comfortably inside.

“You’re both going out somewhere?” he asked very curiously, wishing he could join them.

Miss Fischer was about to answer but was quickly interrupted by Elsie, “That’s none of your concern mister. Just focus on that homework, I expect it to be all done by the time I check it tomorrow morning.”

With that, the two very attractive female teachers said their goodbyes before shutting the door behind them and heading out. He would have done anything to get one or if possible, both of those girls out of those incredible tight dresses.

“Soo fucking hot,” he muttered as he opened up the first book.