She keeps pushing

The next day Alison is wearing her school uniform blouse with most of the buttons left unfastened so I can see the lacy white bra she's wearing. I guess I should be glad she's even wearing that bra as most days she doesn't seem to bother. Not that with how young and firm her small breasts are she really needs one, but especially if she's going to be around horny college guys all day long it's not a bad idea. I consider refusing to let her get to me this way, but if I don't put a stop to this teasing it is only going to get more brazen.

“Button up your damn shirt, young lady.” I am rapidly losing patience with this tease and the sharpness of my response lets Alison know that she is getting to me. Her eyes meet mine boldly as she ever so slowly reaches for the fasteners.

“Oh, I'm sorry, Sir.” It isn't much of an apology and she knows it. “I didn't think it mattered to an old guy like you.” Her hands hesitate at the first button, “I bet you'd you like to see what you're missing out on, Mr. Patterson?” When I stare at her in silence, she continues with a knowing smile. “I've seen the way you stare at me, Sir, when you think I'm not paying attention. I bet someone like you hasn't seen young firm tits like these in like thirty years, huh?”

“Don't push me, Miss Miller.” I warn, “I'm not going to let you walk all over me like your parents do. What you need is discipline, and if you don't want to end up over my knee, you'd better straighten up right now.” My threat doesn't seem to have any effect on the little tease, as she still hasn't fastened a single one of the open buttons.

“Maybe you can give me an A on this Thursday's test, Mr. Patterson,” her eyes blink seductively, “and I'll let you get a nice long look at these perky girls of mine?” I can see how any male teacher might be tempted by a deal like that, but I'd want a lot more than just a peak at those perfect breasts. Making my voice as firm and final as I can I turn down the imaginary offer.

“I suggest you stop flirting with boys and get busy studying, Miss Miller.” My effort to keep professional don't fool her for even a second.

“Ooooo, the unflappable Mr. Patterson is starting to lose his cool.” Alison pulls the gap in her blouse closed without actually fastening any of the buttons, “I don't have to flirt with boys, Mr. Patterson, most guys will do just about anything to get their hands on my titties.” Once again, her doe eyes meet mine knowingly, “What would you do for a chance to feel me up?”