Attention Span

Jason's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as his teacher approached. Having been kept after class for being caught using his phone, Ms Spencer had confiscated the device and refused to return it until after what would undoubtedly be a stern talking to.

Left alone with his teacher, Jason couldn't help but notice that Ms Spencer was quite the attractive woman. Twenty years his senior, but still managing to capture a youthful, primal aura to her, like a tigress who's only become more fierce with age and practice rather than withering.

“Jason, you're so typical of zoomers these days... always on your phone. You know you're going to ruin your own attention span...”

“Yes ms-”

“I didn't tell you to talk.”

Caught off guard by the sudden forcefulness of his teacher, Jason gasped. She was never that rude, nor direct while teaching Math.

“You're not a very bright boy, Jason. I have several Masters in mathematics and Applied Logistics. Do you know what Applied Logistics is, Jason?”

“Well, I guess it's-”

“Of course you don't! Because you've rotted your brain with this damn thing.. attention span ruined, and unable to focus on lessons. You're a waste to teach to, frankly.”

She waves his phone around and starts tapping at the lock screen, making Jason nervous.

“Ms Spencer you're being awfully mean...”

“Oh? Is that so? You don't think it's mean to come to my classroom and waste my time? How much prep did I do for today's lesson that you threw away because you needed to see your favourite influencer talk about streamer drama with a clip of subway surfer in the corner? I swear, all you want is instant gratification, not to work for it...”

Jason starts to get up, rather sick of being talked down to.

“Listen, I'm sorry about the phone, but you're not-”

“Sit DOWN.”

Ms Spencer's eyes flashed, and Jason found himself reluctantly sitting back in his seat. What compelled him to do that?

“I have just the punishment for you, Jason... since you only care about you immediate gratification and not having to work for it, let's see how well you can be trained.”

“Wait, trained? Hey! Don't-”

before Jason can protest, ms Spencer successfully unlocked the phone, pulling up the feed of AI anime girl art, exposed breasts and other smut Jason kept in his gooning folder.

“Tsk tsk. Just as I suspected Jason, you're a horny boy who just wants immediate pleasure and nothing else... well...”

Ms Spencer lifts up her left and lets her suede pump fall loosely from her stockinged foot. Her leg extends under the table and starts to rub against Jason's crotch through his pants.

“Ms Spencer!? What are you...”

“I'm talking now. I you're not going to learn math from me, you will learn this... I'm going to turn you into a premature ejaculator, Jason. You're going to come by every day after class for 'extra help' and we're going to rot whats left of that attention span away until you can cum in under a minute...”

“Wait... unf... why cant I move?”

Ms Spencer locks her eyes with his again and they flash once more, jason feeling locked to his seat. Ms Spencer produces his phone and starts rapidly swiping left to right on the screen, bringing up photo after photo from his masturbatory fodder and flashing it in front her his eyes while her toes mash against his manhood.

“Not talking. Just watch.”

Jason's eyes widen as more and more of his depraved kinks and favourite models and characters flash before his eyes. His teacher's foot massaging his cock, his cheeks burned and turned a deeper red, breath catching, voice cracking as he gasped out, still locked in place and unable to resist the onslaught of horny messaging bombarding his defenseless, pliable brain.

“This is what you wanted, isn't it? No working for it... no long term commitment... nothing special about cumming now, is there Jason?”

“Uuhh... uhh.... oooh....”

“That's it. Keep it up boy. You're going to have to be quicker at this if we're going to completely ruin your sexuality... you won't even know what sex is in your life, Jason, you'll just get horny and cum your pants, a pathetic, meaningless gesture that feels good for half a second, and then it's gone... poof! Just like all of that math education I wasted on you...”

“Aahhh.... mmmm...”

“So close now... I'd say you're not going to make five minutes... we'll geti t down to three tomorrow... and then under a minute the next day... by the end of next week, it'll be thirty seconds... and eventually? Hehe.... I'll just pop my heel off for the briefest of seconds Jason, just while you're sitting there in class... and just catching a glimpse of this stocking will be all it takes for you to blow a sad little load in your pants... how pathetic is that?”

“Gahhhhh!!”

With a spasm, Jason's hips bucked and he felt a warm damp spot forming in his underwear, cum staining the inside of his pants as it trickles down his leg.”

“That's the longest orgasm of the rest of your life, boy... I hope you enjoyed it. The rest wont be nearly as special... ans good boy for imprinting this moment by cumming... from now on, whenever you cum you're going to remember the exact moment you learned just how pathetic and empty your sex life is going to be for the rest of your life...”

Jason panted and slumped in the desk. His teacher locked eyes once more, her irises glowing green.

“Oh and of course you'll tell no one of our little arrangement... you're just staying late with me for extra help. No one will doubt the story. They all know you're a dullard. It's not surprise you needed extra help with math... and in the meanwhile.... you of course wont be able to cum without me... feel free to keep looking at all these filthy pictures on your phone however... I want that brain nice and rotted by the time I see you tomorrow...”

Ms Spencer licked her lips with a predatory grin.

“Class dismissed, Jason...”