A lot more teasing

At least the next day she wasn't in that damn sexy outfit, but the crop top and ripped jeans she chose weren't any less sexy.

“You like what you see, Mr. Patterson?” Alison asks with a knowing smile, “you'd better watch out, Sir. I don't think teachers are supposed to ogle their students like that.”

“You can't wear that to school.” I stare at her sternly as she smirks up at me over her cereal. “That violates the dress code in at least three different ways.”

“Why are you such a prick, Mr. Patterson?” Alison doesn't let up her sass one bit, “None of my other teachers mind. Mr. Jackson even asks me to clean his whiteboard for him so he can watch my tight white-girl ass wiggle.”

“You are one nasty piece of work, Miss Miller.” I scold her. “Don't you have any shame?”

“Get real, Mr. Patterson. It's not like I let the pervert do more than look.” She climbs to her feet and carries her empty bowl to the sink where she bends over and wiggles her ass provocatively. “How about you, Mr. Patterson? Do you like my teenaged ass?” It did look pretty amazing, but before I could think of anything to say my sexy tenant laughs cruelly, “You're even older than Coach Jackson, so there's no chance you'll ever get your fat fingers on me.”

“SMACK!” I don't think Alison was expecting how quick my hand got to her butt and she yelps as her hands cover her tight jeans.

“What are you doing!” I love the indignation Alison is able to put into the words, “You can't spank me, you're not my dad!” With a spark of inspiration, I know just how to answer her.

“I know, but your dad asked me to straighten out his Little Princess,” I chuckle easily, “so as long as you're staying under my roof, you're going to follow my rules. Speaking off which, how are you doing studying for that test of mine?” It doesn't take long for Alison to pick up on this little twist.

“Aaarg, I hate my dad, and I hate you, Mr. Patterson!” And with a practiced ease she picks up her book bag and flounces out of the kitchen leaving her bowl and spoon unwashed in the sink. My hand is still tingling from where it landed on her ass, and I smile to myself as I finish cleaning up after her.