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At the age of 34, I considered myself a respectable man in the teaching profession. I had managed to work my way up the ranks, and I was feeling quite happy about my achievements until I met Elizabeth.
In the three years that I had been administering biology courses at Hedgemore - a private school in the North of England - I’d never come across a girl quite like her. She was 18 years old and very popular with her classmates. She was also a very bright pupil, her grades being amongst the best in the class. But, she had multiple problems with authority, rules and regulations. She often dressed inappropriately, showed up late to class, chatted with the other students during the lectures, and made the most obnoxious statements completely out of the blue.
She was a disruption to the smooth running of such an elite and expensive school. Despite her having been severely warned twice by the school board about possible expulsion, Elizabeth didn’t seem to care too much about the consequences. I felt sorry for her because she had a lot of future potential, if only she could harness her wild-child ways and finish her education.
Over the past two months since the school term hard started, I had taken note of 17 separate violations coming from Elizabeth; four of which related to tardiness, seven were for chatting in class, and six were for making unnecessary interruptions or comments. The tally should have been higher, but I had given up on sticking strictly to the school protocol. In fact, during my discussions about Elizabeth with the board, I had been very lenient by only reporting about half of the violations of which I had taken note.
Along with the reports from the other teachers, that still placed her as the most unruly student the school had ever known. I hadn’t even reported her many dress code violations because at the time they had seemed inconsequential to her education, or rather if I’m honest, I actually quite liked the way she looked. Elizabeth was always smartly dressed even if her skirts were often a few inches too short and the buttons on her blouse weren’t always fastened as they should have been. Other girls had been reported for excessive use of makeup, but Elizabeth didn’t need to wear any. She was a naturally pretty girl.
Elizabeth knew that she was good-looking. She had sleek short golden-brown hair cut in a bob, beautiful dark blue eyes, a cute little turned-up nose, and pouty lips. Her body was well-developed, with large firm breasts, a thin waist, curvy hips and an adorably round bottom. I feel ashamed to say that I couldn’t help but notice all these details and more, especially because Elizabeth was well aware of the effect that she had on men and flaunted it to her advantage whenever she felt she had been wronged.
Three times after I had seriously reprimanded her for her bad behavior in class, she had sat there provocatively, looking at me with a sulky expression on her face, her head in her hands with her elbows on the desk, parting her legs just enough to expose her panties between her milky white thighs.
On other occasions, I knew that she had deliberately unbuttoned her blouse so that I would see her breasts while I walked amongst the students to help them during their work session. She often called me over to her desk to ask silly questions, which I knew for sure were mostly just a bait.
It wasn’t the first time in my teaching career that girls had done this sort of thing and I was usually able to ignore it, but Elizabeth had a definite effect on me. Once I had even masturbated at night to the thought of having her in bed with me, although I knew that I should never really become involved.
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That sunny Friday afternoon I was in a good mood. It had been raining every day for the past two weeks but finally the clouds had cleared away and the weather forecast predicted that the sunshine would continue on into the weekend. I was busy giving a lecture during the final class of the day, and was happy that so far the students had been listening without interruption.
“Mr. Johnson?” Elizabeth called out loudly, before even raising her hand.
“What is it now, Elizabeth?” I asked.
“Can we leave a bit earlier today?” she asked, “There’s concert on in town and we want to catch the bus early to find a good spot.”
Despite the fact that I relished the thought of leaving early, I could hardly explain to the headmaster that I had let the class out early for something as frivolous as a concert in lieu of education.
“No you can’t, Elizabeth”, I answered, “And, I would appreciate you not interrupting me while I’m talking.”
“Smack me!” she said defiantly under her breath, but loudly enough for me to hear.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked angrily.
“It’s an expression.” She replied, sighing heavily and flopping backwards in her chair like a spoilt brat.
I didn’t like her attitude one bit. I suspected that she might start sulking again, but I had already decided that I would not partake in looking up her skirt, because that would be exactly what she expected. I reached into the desk drawer to take note of her 18th violation.
“Not again!” Elizabeth moaned, “Why do you always pick on me?”
“I don’t always pick on you, Elizabeth.” I said sternly “You put yourself into these situations. In fact, not only will you not leave early, but I want to have a word with you after class.”
After I had jotted down the details of her latest outburst in my notebook, Elizabeth started sulking as I had suspected. I tried to ignore her as best as I could by looking over her head toward the back of the class, though I did glance at her once to see if my suspicions were confirmed, and sure enough her head was in her hands and her panties were on full display. For the rest of the lesson I kept my eyes away from her and there were no further interruptions.
At 4:30 pm the bell rang, and with my permission the students filed quietly out of the class, except Elizabeth who sat there still sulking and waiting for me to talk to her. I told her to pull up a chair and sit down opposite me at my desk.
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For the first twenty minutes I told her about all my observations; the fact that she was generally a good student, with above average exam scores, and that she could have a bright future if that’s what she wanted. I also told her about the violations, citing each one and why it was considered bad behavior. I even brought up the subject of her sexual provocation, feeling brave enough to approach the topic without letting her know that it had turned me on. After all, she would soon be leaving school and despite me getting a kick out of it, I sincerely hoped that she would not go out into the world thinking that one can survive just by making sexual advances.
Elizabeth listened mostly without comment, although she did look at her watch a few times while I spoke, obviously thinking about her classmates and friends on their way to the concert. She seemed to be taking my words seriously, nodding every now and then and looking somewhat ashamed of the trouble she had caused.
As I was closing my notebook and about to let Elizabeth leave, the school janitor came into the classroom, letting me know that we were the last people in the building, and asked me if I would kindly lock the doors before I left. I let him know that we would be finished shortly and wished him a great weekend.
Just after the janitor left, Elizabeth stood up, looked at me defiantly, and repeated her words from earlier that day.