Mini parked her car and pulled out her keys. Max was getting out before she could ask any more questions. He slammed his door and Mini scrambled out of her seat and closed her door and hurried after Max. Mini said, “Wow. You’re in a real hurry to get to detention aren’t you?”
Max said, “I don’t want to be late and get more detention because I was late for detention.” Mini decided to let it drop. She had other ways to find out what was going on. She just hurried along beside Max and when he opened the unlocked door to Miss Anders classroom, she continued on to the cafeteria where she planned to spend her time before classes started in a little more than an hour.
Max was already breathing hard from the combination of hurrying from the parking lot and the anticipation of having more sex with Miss Anders, who was sitting at her desk reading a book. He closed the door and stood there waiting for direction.
Miss Anders just sat there reading for another thirty seconds as though she hadn’t heard him come in. Max knew it was a charade. He could see her chest heaving rapidly as she was breathing through her nose. Her face was flushed too. Max prided himself on recognizing these signs that only a few days ago would have meant nothing to him.
Max just stood by the door until Miss Anders put her book on her desk and squared it up to the edge of the desk trying to be as nonchalant as possible. Then she started, “Max. You know being late to my class is a blatant show of disrespect to me. I won’t stand for it.”
Max hadn’t planned for this but he gathered himself and said, “I’m so sorry Miss Anders. It won’t happen again. I would never intentionally disrespect you. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you? He intentionally saved the question for last.
Miss Ander stood and turned to face Max. She said, “Drop your pants and put your hands on the edge of my desk and bend over.”
Max smiled and unbuckled his pant and unzipped them. He hooked his thumbs into his boxer shorts and pushed both to the floor and stepped out of them. His cock preceded him. It looked like a fungo bat and it was almost as hard. Max bent forward and placed his hands on the edge of her desk. Miss Anders was not in his field of view and he wondered what she was going to do. He found out in a hurry.
Miss Anders had walked back toward the door as Max walked bare-assed to her desk. When he was in position, she picked up a yardstick off the chalk rail and moved up behind him and pulled back the stick and smacked his ass with a vicious swing. She had not held back at all and the fact that it was a complete surprise made it hurt all the more.
Max gritted his teeth and groaned out his response, “Jesus Christ. That hurt. What the fuck?” He pulled his hands off the desk and started to turn around when a second thwack sounded. It stung just as bad.
Miss Anders hissed, “Don’t you move. Put your hands back where they were.” Max did as he was told. He found himself wondering how this was going to lead to sex. He had braced himself for a third smack but it didn’t come. He just heard a rustling noise and he wondered what she was going to hit him with now.
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