Ehh, work is work

You make your way to the classroom and drop lazily into you chair, the spinning halfway around so you are facing the wall of windows. Knowing the bell will ring soon, you spin back around and grab first periods stack of tests. As you straighten them on your desk, for lack of anything better to do, students start filing in. Again, you are all but mesmerized at the parade of tits that greets you, until you remember why you hate first period. The bane of your existence, Mai. A slender Chinese-American with piercing blue eyes, shoulder length black hair tied back in a loose ponytail, and perky little b cups with a barbel through either nipple. A child of the foster-care system, she probably is one of those kids who 'just needs someone to believe in them', but seeing as you are all but positive she has been cheating since day one, that someone is not you. "Hey Mr. Fuckhat." she greets you as she drops into her seat in the middle of the classroom, pulling her pen from its perch between her right ear and head and spinning it around her finger. She is still wearing a skirt thats one size too small like she always had, but her other trademark, a shirt and jacket that are a size too big on test day is, naturally, absent.

A plan forming in your mind, you ignore the loudmouthed, disruptive girl as the other reason you hate first period saunters in seconds before the bell. Evelyn, you actually have an entire folder of her plagiarized papers, and one for one copied tests of the spineless nerd she site one desk behind and to the right of. You brought the folder to the Principal on the second week of class. He had just smiled the smile of a guy who just got laid and assured you that he would deal with the situation. Yea, deal with it. Right. You hand out the papers, give the usual pre-test spiel and then, instead of continue your usual test day routine and going to 'nap' at your desk, you start pacing the rows. The girls are nervous at first, but eventually they all calm down and just fill out the multiple choice and short answer mix you had just finished up with before running into Charles. Finally, you hit paydirt, well, its the second time you hit paydirt, you had caught Evelyn copying off Trishs (you think?) test on your first lap. The bitchy girl isn't really very smart. No, you catch Mai pulling what looks like receipt paper out of her skirt and glancing down at it. Clever, with her baggy shirt even amateur sleight of hand tricks would leave you without proof. Striking like a viper, you pull the sheet of answers free, and catch her other hand in one go. "What have we here Mai?" you ask tauntingly as the girl freezes, caught red handed "I don't remember making this test an open book, or saying you could use notes."

As the sereis of 'oohs' 'busteds' and catcalls scattered about the giggling dies down, Mai starts struggling "Yea I cheated, so what? Let go of me John"

Your smirk grows into a grin "Now Mai, how can I properly punish you for cheating if I'm not touching you?"

She growls at you, and yanks her arm back, but, sadly for her, not only do you have better leverage than her, standing up towards the open side of the desk, but a hundred pounds and just under five feet of asian doesn't really hold a candle to your admittedly average twenty-something white man physique. "I can walk to the principals office just fine without you pawing at me." she snarls when she realizes she wont be able to escape or break your grip.

You shake your head slowly "Oh, so you want your cheaters **** to be in front of the principal instead of your classmates? I guess I understand, fewer people watching would probably make it less... embarrassing." Now she starts really struggling, shaking her head in desparation "Whats that, no? You dont want to get punished in front of the principal?" you pause to put on a fake thoughtful look, mostly for the effect of the class, all of them now watching the little drama playing out in front of them instead of taking their tests. Except for Evelyn, who is now blatantly grabbing answers from all the desks around her. "I suppose that makes sense, I mean a big black guy like him would probably break a little thing like you if he decided to join in on the punishment. And you certainly have given him plenty of reasons to want to this year."

That gets her to freeze up in fear, allowing you to haul her up out of her desk and to the low table at the front of the class you use to hold extra displays and do dissections on for the class to watch usually. "Please Mr. Doe, I wont do it again, I promise." she whispers as you bend her over the table, pressing her face into it as you do so.

You pause, and let your hand off her head, your other still pressing her arm along the small of her back she looks back over her shoulder, hope on her face, until she sees the look on your face as you flip her skirt up to reveal her lacy black boyshorts. Growling, you grab a scalpel out of the tool cup at the corner of the table and slice the garment in half. She whimpers as you one handedly free your cock and line it up with her honeypot "Now how would you learn your lesson if I dont give it to you?" you ask, before slamming into her unprepared pussy, your grunt almost drowning out her shocked gasp. Shes tight, as expected for a girl her size, but you definitely should have had a harder time getting into her, especially dry. Naughty girl. You slowly begin sawing in and out of her, being careful enough so as to not damage the girl as she whimpers and half heartedly tries to struggle free beneath you, clearly having accepted her fate.

It doesn't take long for her body to start responding, and you pick up your pace "I'm sorry, please, just stop." she manages before thrusts, her voice doing its best to mask the increasing pleasure she is receiving from you. Now that shes wet enough for you to start really giving it to her, you pick up the pace and really start hammering the petite girl. Any further protests are cut off by stifled moans and pained whimpers.

You glance up at the clock on the far side of the room as you press the girl harder into the table as you slam in and out of her hot little fuckbox. Only a few minutes left until the bell. Damn. "Remember class, this is what happens to cheaters." Before leaning down to whisper into you most recent victims ear "I'm close, do you want to pass, or for me to pull out?" She whimpers, so you pause for long enough to flip her onto her back before you go back into slamming into her. "Pick soon, or I will." you add, before moving your hands to grope her perky little tits.

"I" she starts, before she cuts herself off with a gasping moan as you pull on one of her piercings "I don't wanna be a mom."

Grunting, you slam into her a few more times, hard enough to slide the dissection table forward a bit with each thrust before you pull out and paint her stomach and tits with your spooge. "See ya next year bitch." you reply as you wipe your cock off on her skirt while the bell rings. "Evelyn, could you stay after class, I need to discuss something with you." Grumbling, the girl makes her way to your desk as the rest of the shellshocked class begin to dumbly shuffle out of the room, making just enough room to drown out Mais sobs.