the evil teacher

“Mr. Pompadour, your performance in this class is unsatisfactory.”

Euphémie de Sade stared down at her student with cold, unfeeling purple eyes. She was older, in her early forties already but despite that she looked not a day above thirty and still retained such an amazing figure that a persistent school rumor says she once made a deal with the devil.

That was further emphasized by the mane of cascading purple hair and an ample bosom that showed not a hint of slacking.

At any rate, the term MILF, was basically invented for de Sade, even though she doesn’t have any children of her own.

“If you continue on your current trajectory, you WILL fail this class. Do you understand?”

“I...I am sorry”, Ashley meekly apologized, barely able to keep the tremble out of his voice.

“No, I do not think you are”, de Sade responded while stroking her ruler. “But you will be. Bend over my desk.”

“M-Miss de Sade…”

SMACK!

De Sade viciously smacked Ashley over the back of his hands.

“Do you think you are in any position to disobey me? You need this class, do you not? If you fail here, you will not make the grade and if you do not make the grade...”

She smirked.

The threat was all that was needed. Ashley did, as he did so many times before and bend himself over the desk.

“Lower your trousers.”

It was a bit difficult from this position, but Ashley eventually succeeded.

Exposing a pair of pink panties.

“Hmm…”

Slowly, de Sade poked one panty clad cheek. “Was this the work of that derelict? Or perhaps that precocious kin of yours?”

“N-No”, Ashley squeezed out.

SMACK!

“That meritless apothecary? Your fraud of an employer? Surely it wasn’t my own toy.”

“They weren’t...”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

De Sade ruthlessly brought the ruler down time and time again. “What did I teach you about lying to me?”

Ashley gasped. “I...I’m sorry!”

Another precise hit followed.

“Your apologies are of no value to me. All I require is your obedience. Now, answer my question.

Which of your little playmates did this to you?”

As still no answer was forthcoming, de Sade responded with a low sigh. “It matters not. None of these….children could ever hope to give you the pleasure that I do.”

The next particularly vicious hit caused him to scream.

“We both know you enjoy this, boy. Admit it!”

“Y-Yes, I do!”, Ashley responded through grunts of pain.

Suddenly, de Sade yanked him around by his hair, her purple eyes burning into the very core of Ashley’s soul.

“You are mine, boy. And you do well to remember it.”

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..

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Once again the portal opened.

However, instead of a person(or Cherry carrying a person) all that happened at first was a red carpet, slowly rolling itself out into the middle of the stage.

Then slowly, as if walking on a, well, red carpet, Euphémie de Sade strut into the arena.

“Miff de fade?” Carol said surprised.

“Oh hell no, this fooking bitch”, Liz added.

“bibibibibibiblbelbelbelebelle”-Megan

“H-Hmph!”, Sahara sniffed. “Still no match for a Marvelous.”

De Sade regarded her fellow contestants as if they were worms before her gaze landed on Ashley.

Then a slow, deliberate smirk crept on to her face.

At the same time, Ashley looked like he was just about ready to go catatonic.

Scared the heebie jeebies out of the master -2 VP

First time Bonus! -2 VP

Ora nodded at Cherry with an expression that said: What’s going on?

Cherry merely shrugged her shoulders, conveying something akin the lines of “she’s your problem now.” before vanishing into the portal again.

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“Well! Someone is certainly awfully calm!”, Ora finally pointed out. “Quite the awesome composure you’ve got there! I’m impressed!”

De Sade did not respond. In fact she didn’t even seem to acknowledge the host.

Which is like, excuse me?

“Uhm, hello? The greatest, most amazing host of all time stands before you! Stop lollygagging and look at me!

...

“You didn’t do your due diligence, brat.”

“B-BRAT?”, Ora gasped in shock.

“No matter”, de Sade responded dismissively. “I play along with your little game of pretend...for now.”

Then without any fuss, the teacher moved to the mats.

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“Chair.”

Two penguins hurriedly carried a chair from backstage.

Then, de Sade calmly seated herself.

...

“You may continue.”

...

Meanwhile Ora looked like the worlds most angry Chihuahua.

But she was a professional. And who cares? Nobody wants to see some old hag on this show anyway. The crone is totally going to get eliminated in the first challenge.