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You manage to make it with a minute or so to spare, but are somewhat surprised to see a girl already there sitting in the front row with her text book open in front of her. She looks up as you enter, giving you a cute smile, but before she can speak the door opens and the other students begin to file in. The girl turns her attention to her textbook as you sit behind your desk.

The class goes as well as the first. Your style goes over as well as it did with the first class, and the girls actually seem to be listening to you and learning. You start to wonder if you might actually be good at this. You’ve never pictured yourself having a legit job, but just for a moment you wonder if you could do this as more than a scam.

And the benefits have been amazing, you think as you watch your students in their cute little uniforms and tight little asses file out the door.

One of those asses remains in her seat, though. The girl that was there when you came in makes no move to leave, keeping her head down in her textbook. As the sounds of the other girls fade you clear your throat, she looks up. “Class is over. You can leave now,” you say.

“Oh, I know. I got here early so we could talk, but I never got the chance,” her voice lilting. "I'm Elizabeth Derrick. I'm very pleased to meet you."

"Hello Elizabeth. Why did you want to talk?” you say.

"Everyone has been talking, ever since we heard there were going to be men teachers this year," she giggles, toying with her blonde hair. "Some of the girls are being so...weird about it."

"What about you Elizabeth, are you 'weird' about it?"

"Oh no sir. I think it's a good thing. After all we're not little girls. What we should care about is getting a good education, not daydreaming about our teachers."

"I see. And you think that's what some girls are doing?"

"I know it sir. I've heard them talk. Some of them say the most shocking things,” she says as she walks toward your desk, smiling, still toying with her hair.

“The other girls, not you, of course,” you reply. “And what are the other girls saying?”

“Yesterday, I heard one girl say she was going to break the rules just to get Mr. Hawkfeather to spank her,” she says with a giggle. She puts her hands on your desk. “And other girls, they’re thinking about even dirtier things.”

“Like what?” you say, in a tone of innocent inquiry.

Elizabeth walks to the side of your desk and hops up on it, letting her legs swing playfully. “Teacher’s cock,” she says in a low voice, leaning toward you. “Teacher’s long, hard cock. When they’re studying, when they’re in bed at night, that’s what they’re thinking about. Teacher’s big, fat, hard cock.”