Paula and her Teacher

"Hello Paula. Take a seat." She shut the door behind her, locked it, and sat down. Her movements were jittery and restless.

"Don't worry, there's nothing to fear," I reassured her.

"Really?"

"Yes. You have become a better student. The other teachers are impressed with your attentiveness. As far as I know, you haven't been selling things on campus. I'm impressed."

"That's fantastic. Just what I always wanted - for you to be impressed."

"Trust me, Paula. That's exactly what you want."

This time she didn't reply sarcastically.

I motioned for her to continue. "You can leave now."

"What? Is that all?"

"Do you want more?" I looked up from my paperwork. I knew what was expected the moment she locked the door. But I wasn't one to play games or be passive about these things. If she wanted to be mine, she would have to ask for it.

Paula got to her feet, glanced at the door, then shook her head. "No way, not happening," she said firmly. "And on top of that, I put on this fancy dress and lace underwear for nothing?"

The dress was sophisticated and chic - a form-fitting dark blue piece that flared out at the hips.

"I even prepared myself with lube," she added confidently.

"What did you say?" I asked in disbelief.

"A few minutes ago, in the bathroom. I applied lube to my anus and stretched it with a dildo so it wouldn't hurt as much."

I stood up from behind my desk and walked over to her. It was one thing for her to ask for something like this, but actually preparing for it? That was a whole other level.

"You enjoy that?" She smirked, trying to assert her power as a young woman always does.

In response, I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her forcefully against the wall. The cool surface pressed into her body, leaving marks of the bricks on her skin as I held her there.