Training for the disobedient

I take off my glasses and slide one of the arms slowly down the front of my blouse. "So, your daughter is a problem child?"

With a sad sigh, the couple across from you nod, although the husband's eyes strayed momentarily to my cleavage.

"And you're aware that my methods are considered... somewhat unusual?" Again, a slow nod. I lean back in my chair and consider the couple. "In order to verify her compliance, you accept that I will keep you informed with an occasional video of her progress, yes?" The woman shed a silent tear but the man flushed slightly at the idea. "Very well. I expect to see her here no later than a half hour after school."

"Um... there may have been some misunderstanding, ma'am, but she's been kicked out of school and is waiting in the car right now. She seems a little nervous but also acted like getting expelled was some badge of honor."

A smile spread across my lips and I licked then slowly, causing the husband to shudder. "Then my time table can move upward. When shall I bring her home?"

With a soft snarl, the wife whispers, "When the little bitch learns proper behavior."

Muffling a soft groan of delight, I rise to my feet and hold out a hand. "I guarantee that I'll get her there..."