"Let me pleasure you."

"Please, Miss Stevenson, I can... give you... pleasure."

Julia looks up at you with a hesitant smile.

"The other teachers say I do it well."

You give her a wry smile. The poor girl doesn't know about you, what you have under your skirt.

"Miss Mitchell, I think you'll find pleasing me a bit more... demanding than you're used to."

More confident now, Julia kneels down before you. She looks up at you with those pretty blue eyes and licks her lips. It seems she's taken to the ways of the Academy quicker than most.

"Very well, then. Since you insist."

You undo the zipper in the back of your skirt and let it fall down to pool around your shoes, keeping your gaze on Julia's face to catch every change in her expression when she faces your semi-erect cock. A series of expression goes across her young face in a matter of seconds. She looks up at you again, the smile replaced by a look of confusion.

"Miss? I don't understand?"

You shrug.

"You asked to pleasure me. You even bragged that you were good at it. Why so hesitant now?"

"But you... you have a..."

"Surely you've seen a cock before? Held one? Had one in your mouth? If not, it's about time."

"But it's so big..."

"I told you pleasuring me would be more demanding." You harden your tone. "Now get started, or I'll choose a different punishment for you, and I promise you it will be a lot less pleasant."

That seems to do it. Miss Mitchell may not have heard about your 'equipment' before, but apparently she has heard the stories about how you treat disobedient students. She reaches for your rapidly stiffening cock with her small hands, then opens her mouth to take in the tip.