Have a Talk...

Once everyone is gone, you beckon your student over to your desk. He walks over, clutching his book back, visibly nervous. “Young man, do you know why I have asked you to stay behind today?”

He shifts his feet uncomfortably, “About my grades...?” He squeaks out. “Yes, about your grades.” You stand up and walk around to the side of your desk, “You have failed every single assignment I have given you. Even Lisa, whose head is full of nothing but rocks and semen, has gotten a few C+’s. It’s like you’re not even trying. Are you trying in this class?”

The student nods his head, “Yes, ma’am, of course I am... it’s just...” You hop up a little and sit on the edge of your desk, your breasts bouncing a little bit as you do, “Just what?” He snaps out of the trance he was in looking at your boobs, “I, uh, get really distracted sometimes. And don’t pay attention.”

Your cross your arms over your chests and shake your head, “Tsk-tsk. That’s not a very good reason, is it?” He looks at his feet, ashamed. “I can only hope that you are not doing as poorly in your other classes...” You notice him take a glimpse at your feet, which are in a pair of open-toes heels. “You are going to fail this class, boy.”

He lifts up his head “Please! I can’t fail this class... I’ll try harder! I’ll study more!” You shake your head again, “I’m sorry, kid, but it’s just too late. Even if you aced every test and assignment from here on out, you still wouldn’t be able to pass.”

The student gets a look on his face like he’s about to cry... “However, there is one option left...” He clasps his fingers together in a praying/begging manner, “Yes! Please! I’ll do whatever. My mom will kill me if I don’t graduate.”

You smile, because you have him right where you want him...