An Unrepentant Kelly

Kelly is sitting at your desk, in your chair, staring daggers at the door as you enter. Anger has flushed an unpleasant tint into her beautiful oval face.

“You going to punish me now?” she mocks. Her voice is croaky as if she’s been shouting the entire time she’s been locked in here.

“Wasn’t exclusion from the class punishment enough?”

“Not hearing what those naïve fools have to say isn’t a punishment. I bet you wished you were in here with me.”

She slides off the chair, her skirt riding up her thighs to reveal more of her pale legs. Her white socks are rolled down.

“And now, what are you going to do with me? Me, a young innocent girl and you a strong, virile man. I bet you’ve been wanting to get me alone in a room for a while, sir.”

Your monster is stirring, and you don’t know how you’ll respond if it wakes. There’s a flash of Kelly’s white knickers. There’s intrusive thoughts about how wet her lips look, how smooth her mouth could be, how it’s the perfect size to fit your cock. No. Alone with Kelly you can feel her femininity oozing out of her. Raw sex appeal. Youth, in service of male satisfaction. She knows it. She’s tantalising you with it. You can’t succumb.

“You are coming with me.”

“To some kinky sex dungeon, where you can **** me and fuck me?”

“No, to Mrs Oversight. Come on.”

She follows you unwillingly, but she does follow you. After all, you can’t expel her. Mrs Oversight can. And she wants to be expelled. Her flirting with you is just a way to get you worked up and get her in front of your boss.

Mrs Oversight sneers disapproval at your arrival. Her face darkens when she sees who’s with you. She slumps back into her chair as you march Kelly in and recount her crimes.

“Have you anything to add Miss Golden?”

“I’m bored. I’ve done this all before.”

“If you’d done it correctly the first time, you’d have passed the first time,” you add. You have to say something because it’s clear Mrs Oversight is not going to. Kelly turns the anger in her green eyes to you.

“It’s all stupid. Who cares why the Roman Empire fell. It did and that was long ago.”

“If you didn’t want to study the past, you shouldn’t have chosen history,” you tell her.

Mrs Oversight adds he own opinion. “Your father has told you that you must pass you’re A-Levels, Miss Golden. He’s paying this school good money for you to repeat the year. He’s also made it clear to you and to us, that he’s willing to keep on paying until you pass. If you don’t want to be here in ten years’ time you must pass your history A-Level. For trying to pass porn as study aids you have detention. Now get out of my office. Mr Smith can you stay for a moment.”

Kelly goes unwillingly. She was clearly expecting something worse. That she didn’t get it irks. You were expecting more as well. As soon as Kelly’s gone Mrs Oversight turns to you, and her response to you is more damning than her response to Kelly.

“Mr Smith, you know that Miss Golden will be disrupting your class. You can’t bring her to me every time she tries it. You must deal with it yourself.”

“I dealt with it myself, I thought you needed to know.”

“Confining her to your office is not dealing with it. She needs to learn. You must teach her.”

“How?”

“You must find a way. I’m not here to hold your hand.”

Then why is she here? You’re the junior teacher. She’s the senior. Isn’t part of her job to teach you how to do yours? You leave angry not at Kelly, she’s just a rebellious teen who doesn’t know better, but at Mrs Oversight.

Kelly’s still in the classroom, retrieving her laptop. She has a knowing smirk on her face. When she sees your glare, she waggles her finger at you. Don’t respond. “Get out of here,” you growl. Her departure is with a flourish, a kick of the heels that makes her skirt flutter up and slash her white knickers. That’s all you need. Your new monster stirring at that flash of white.

You have to get Kelly under control on your own.

Mrs Oversight needs to do her job. Or retire. She’s clearly not going to do her job. So she needs to retire. How do you get her to do that?