A word with Miss Duplessis

You watch as the students file by the table, each of them picking up a copy of the Code of Conduct. You note that several have removed their ties, and all of them glance warily at Dean Hawkfeather as they pass by. You see Gabrielle Duplessis, and walk towards the library door to intercept her before she leaves.

"Miss Duplessis," you say as she approaches, holding the Code of Conduct and glancing back over her shoulder at the Dean. She wears her uniform tie loosely knotted around her collar. At the sound of her name she turns and looks at you, her wary expression softening to the same flirtatious pout you saw when she gave you her present.

"Oui M'sieur Watts? How may I help you?" she asks in her lovely accent.

"I had the chance to open your present Miss Duplessis," you say firmly but quietly, drawing her aside and holding the box up. Her face flushes slightly at a coquettish smile curves the corners of her pretty mouth.

"Alors, M'sieur. I hope you found them enjoyable."

"I think that such a present is very inappropriate from a student to a teacher Miss Duplessis," you say, noting that her confidence wavers as you speak. "Perhaps we should discuss your behaviour with Dean Hawkfeather and let him decide an appropriate punishment."

Her breathing is deeper and more rapid and she bites at her lower lip as she shakes her head. "I'm sorry M'sieur, I didn't mean harm." Her eyes peer up at you in supplication from under her bangs and you feel a combination of sympathy, amusement and arousal blend inside you. She takes a deep breath that lifts her breasts against her shirt, her stiff nipples leaving clear indentations against the fabric of her blouse.

"I am sorry M'sieur, please do not speak to the Dean," she continues with a shy smile. "The Dean he is so stern, he frightens poor Gabrielle. If I must be punished, M'sieur I would rather it be by you."

"I see," you say, eyeing her as you try to keep your expression stoic. "In that case, report to my office in the Sports Complex immediately. Now run along Gabrielle."

"Merci, M'sieur Watts," she breathes, curtsying slightly before turning and swaying away from you, her pleated skirt swinging as she walks. She casts a coquettish glance over her shoulder at you before leaving the room.