Neglected it

Mrs Revers looks between the two boys, her eyes sharp. “Well?” She asks, holding her hands out.

Erik reaches into his bag and produces his own small stack of paper, handing it over, Mrs Revers holds his gaze for a moment, she smirks at him, pulling the paper out of his hand, she winks.

“I’ll see you boys tomorrow. Keep an eye on your emails.” She glances between the two again, settling on Erik she licks her lips.

“How do you think you did? She seems happy you did well.” Marcus asks as they step out of her office.

Erik shrugs, “I think… Okay. You?”

Marcus grins, clapping Erik on the shoulder. “I guess, we’ll see!”

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…

That doesn’t look too positive.

Erik feels a cold thrill as he opens the door to the mature-aged professor's office, a steely-eyed glare piercing through his soul as he closes the door behind him.

“Hi, Mrs Revers.” Erik meekly squeaks out.

“I was under the impression, that after your performance, and subsequent reward.” She scolds harshly. “I could only expect exponential improvement for you.” She slowly taps a long nail on the desk in front of her. “Instead, you backslide.”

Erik swallows, keeping his eyes on the table, unable to look her in the eye.

“Frankly. It’s pathetic.”

Erik feels a wave of shame, he can’t believe how harsh she’s being. “Sorry.” He says softly.

“Why are you apologising?” She chuckles, leaning back, her gaze still burning a hole into him. “It doesn’t make a difference to me if you’re committed to being a failure. I’m good at my job, I’m doing the right thing. You’re the one that loses out.”

The room is silent, Mrs Revers happy to let the atmosphere weigh down on them.

“Look at me.”

Erik obeys, looking up at her deep green eyes.

“Listen up, and pay attention. Obviously. Losers don’t get a reward. But I’m still going to tutor you, so listen up.”

Mrs Revers points at the first question, turning the page towards Erik. “Explain your answer here.”

Erik does his best to explain his thought process. It somehow sounds wrong as he speaks.

“You think that’s the correct answer? Genuinely? I do hope you’re trying to make a bad joke here, Erik. In what possible universe is that the answer? Does that really make sense to you?”

Erik balls his hands into fists, adrenaline surging through his veins. “No…”

She explains the process in finding the answer before moving to the next question she assigned. “This answer made me angry, Erik. This is the type of answer I expect from a high schooler learning these concepts for the first time. Are you a high schooler, Erik? Is that so? You have the brain of a little, pathetic boy?”

Erik shakes his head, explaining that he mixed up the formulas, that it was his fault entirely. The adrenaline still rushing through him, a strange feeling arising in his jeans, every cutting word from Mrs Revers sending something through him.

“Of course it’s your fault. It’s not mine. I hope you’re not suggesting it’s mine?” Her eyes narrow, she raps her nails on the wooden desk, staring daggers into him.

“No no. Sorry. That’s not what I meant Mrs Revers.” Erik tries to explain. “I just mean that I should’ve paid more attention, I was busy and I left this late so I rushed through it and I-“

“Stop.” She snaps. “I don’t care about your excuses. If you need more time, I can organise that. This is extra, I’ve told you both that now. But you handed this in. Impling, you were happy with this result. Tell me, are you still happy?”

Erik shakes his head.

The rest of the session continues just like that. Mrs Revers berates him, insults him, pointing out his failures in this assignment. Erik feels beaten down, ashamed. But he also feels aroused, horny… Is that what he’s become?

“I expect nothing from you Erik. So when you inevitably fail me, it’s expected.” She snarls as they finish up. “Is that what I should expect from you from now on?”

“No ma’am.” Erik says softly, taking the papers back and sliding them into his bag. “I’ll do better.”

“We’ll see.” She says. She leans forward and uses a finger to tilt his head up. “You’ve let Marcus take another lead.” She grabs her breast with her other hand, her fingers sinking into the buttoned-up blouse. “Marcus is going to feel. What these feel like. Wrapped around his cock.”

Erik’s cock throbs in his pants.

She smirks as she watches him. “Consider this me showing faith in you.” She moves her hand back. “Maybe, a teaser, a promise, of what’s to come for you. If you pull yourself up from this disappointment, and catch up, I hope it will motivate you to not fail me again.”

She chuckles, “Get out of my office.”

Erik, can do nothing else but obey.