You send the wrong signals

You tell Robert to come in and he closes the door behind him. You tell him to take a seat at one of the desks and you sit on top of your own desk. As Robert sits down, you prepare to give him your speech.

"Listen, Robert, I'm very concerened that you aren't doing the required work. I know that you are more than capable of doing it. I don't want to hear your excuses about not being able to handle it, you aren't doing it because you think yiu don't have to. You got your football scholarship, I get it, but even though this school ignores your poor grades, colleges are much more strict about this. If you continue on this path, you will be kicked off the team and you will lose your scholarships. You realize how... Robert? Robert?"

You notice that he isn't paying attention and just seems to be staring. You follow his eyes and you instantly realize what he's looking at. Your dress must have ridden up when you sat down on the desk. Robert has a clear view of your bare pussy. You jump off the desk and straighten out your dress. You are red from embarrassment.

"Jesus, Robert. You should not have seen that."

"Wow, Mrs. Shaw, not wearing panties today? You slut!"

"What did you just call me? That's not how you speak to your teacher!"

"You planned this didn't you? You heard all the rumours about me from all the girls and you just had to try me for yourself."

"No, no, no, no. This was an accident, this wasn't supposed to happen."

"I expect this from Miss Rogers, not you. Did she ever tell you that I fucked her? It was right under the bleachers, said she wanted to relive her prom night or some shit."

You are getting turned on from Robert's dirty talk and his dominant personality. You are powerless to resist when he approaches you and pushes you back to sitting on the desk.

"You have such a lovely pussy, Mrs. Shaw. You shouldn't keep it hidden. Why don't you let me see it again." Robert grabs the edges of the bottom of your dress and slowly starts pushing it up.