50 Sexcapades [Erotica Compilation] novel Chapter 8

I checked my watch for the 10th time in half an hour. 20 more minutes left of this delinquent babysitting, also known as detention. I gritted my teeth at the fact that I always seemed to be the guy burdened with this demeaning responsibility.

Yes, I was not the most popular teacher in this godforsaken high school, and not the most outgoing one either. But what do people expect from a guy who has to teach AP Government to a bunch of kids who can't even tell me the names of 5 past presidents? To top it off I have to go home to a wife who's known around the neighborhood for having loud sex every other day with the gardener, and a kid who dislikes me even more than my students.

A loud giggle erupted from the class and I dragged my gaze from my boring newspaper article to Yuna Chen, again. This must have been the 5th time I've given her a warning look for noise. She was pretty much always in detention, either for giving teachers an exceptionally hard time or for getting caught doing things she shouldn't be doing.

She saw my warning stare and rolled her heavily blackened eyes at me, turning back to her friend. I covertly admired her sultry, feline facial features, and dark waves of hair before feasting my eyes on her perky breasts, and long bare legs covered in only tiny shorts and long schoolgirl socks.

I swallowed and felt my cock harden painfully, as she crossed her legs, outlining the curve of her slim hips and petite frame. Quite a big attitude for such a small girl, I thought as my mind suddenly filled with dirty thoughts of punishing her little pussy right here on this desk.

Another loud burst of laughter snapped me from my thoughts and I looked up angrily at the group of girls. "Detention is dismissed!" I shouted, startling everyone. They all shrugged and took off one after the other. I watched Yuna as she took her time to pack her things. She bent over to grab something, exposing her perfect little round ass and I nearly lost it.

"Yuna, I'd like to speak to you for a minute," I said, once nearly everyone was gone. She shot me an annoyed look and stood with her arms crossed until everyone was gone. I shut the door, and quietly locked it, pulling the shade down over the glass.

"I'd like to discuss your behavior this past week in detention sessions. It is meant to be silent but you don't seem to care about the rules, do you?" I asked, leaning on my desk.

She impatiently glanced toward the door and mumbled out a barely audible, "sorry Mr. Johnson."

"I think you'll have to try harder than just 'sorry.'

"Well what the heck do you want me to do, I'll try to be quieter!" She said, in an annoyed tone.

"No, that just won't cut it anymore. I think you need to be taught a lesson, now put your bag down."

"Why do I have to-

"Just do it!" I said, watching as she threw her bag down with attitude.