Yes, of course he will

"I really have had enough of your whining, Mrs. Browning. Now, stop this childish nonsense and take off the dress." He said, firmly.

She looked at the floor as she lifted the skirt above her head and off her body. David's eyes ran across her slim form. The breasts he had longed to squeeze and tease, the ass that he had watched saunter back and forth across his vision throughout the semester. She was wearing plain white panties and a matching bra, but far more revealing, was the tattoo of a snake on her thigh, that disappeared beneath her underwear.

"Mrs. Browning! You ought to be ashamed of yourself!"

She looked up at him in shock and then back down at the ground, quivering in humiliation.

"You make me sick, flaunting your disgusting body to a high school student!" David said, as he pulled out his phone. "Now, don't you move a muscle, I am taking photos of all of this, so that you, as a sexual harasser and authority figure, won't be able to take retribution on me for rejecting your whorish advances."

She looked like she wanted to die. She did try to cover up, but slowly, her whole body locked up, under his command, and she was helpless to watch as he took photos of her. First from far away, but then up close, to get shots of her cleavage and ass crack, and of the wetness of her sweat against her panties.

"Mrs. Browning, I find your attitude totally unacceptable. First, you make me wait after I give you specific instructions to meet me here. Then you belittle my dedication to mathematics, contributing to the psychological **** of a student and the cycle of stress and depression enacted by your entire, half-assed generation. Then you act like a brat when I very reasonably ask for your help moving some things so I can engage with other students in extra curricular activities. And then you reveal yourself to me so wantonly, in a blatant attempt to seduce me."

"But you told me-!"

"I don't want to hear any more excuses, Mrs. Browning. How old are you, Mrs. Browning?"

"Thirty-five..." She answered, tearily.

"Really? You seem much older than that." He spat. "Very well, I'll entertain your fiction. What is thirty-five minus eighteen?" He asked, smugly.

"Seventeen," She said, knees shaking.

"You will need to be punished, Mrs. Browning, with seventeen spanks on that flabby ass of yours for each infraction. How many spanks is that in total, Mrs. Browning?"

"I don't know," She admitted with a sob. She hadn't been paying attention to how many infractions he had listed off and now wished she had.

"Oh, Mrs. Browning. You're not only a lazy, inconsiderate slut, you are also a terrible math teacher." He gestured to the nearby couch. "Now, lean over the back of that couch and stay there until I tell you otherwise."

"Please, David, please anything but that, don't spank me, it will be too humiliating..." She said through sobs as she followed his commands.

"Well..." He smirked to himself as he ran his hand along the curve of her ass, making her whimper. "I suppose if you were willing to suck me off, I might spare this naughty heinie twenty of the eighty-five spanks you're owed."

Mrs. Browning sobbed into the couch cushions. What choice did she have? She had already exposed herself to this sadistic demon child and she didn't think she could take eighty-five spanks.