Naughty teacher...
Shelly and her teacher take turns on each other... XD please comment!!
Chapter 1
Staying after class...
"Shelly, please stay after class."
Shelly groaned. It was her last class of the day and she really just wanted to leave school. She was gonna get a lecture on talking, she could tell. She just couldn't keep her mouth shut in that boring art class, taught by Mr. Taylor.
As the class filed out of the room she sauntered up to his desk, trying not to look worried. Her grade was slipping and she couldn't afford any more detentions.
"Detention," Mr. Taylor said, handing her a slip of paper. "Tomorrow after school."
"But I can't afford anymore detentions!" Shelly protested. "Please, I'll do anything! My parents will kill me!"
"Hmmm..." thought Mr Taylor, looking thoughtfully around the room. Shelly held her breath. "Well you could clean my cabnets...that would excuse you."
Shelly grinned. "Sure! when do I start?" "Now."
Three minutes later Shelly was down on her hands and knees, scrubbing the inside of a cupboard and grumbling to herself. Suddenly Mr Taylor crouched down beside her. "How's it coming?"
"Not so great," shelly sighed. "This old paint will not come off!"
"Keep at it, girl," Mr taylor said in an almost playful voice that shelly had never heard before. Then as he got up, his hand reached over and smacked her butt.
Shelly was shocked. She couldn't believe a teacher would do that but she wasn't sure how to react, so she went back to cleaning silently. Her mind was going full-speed. Was it an accident? On purpose? Shelly decied to see for sure.
She straightened up and swaggered up to Mr. Taylor's desk. she leaned waaaay over so her low-cut top sagged down and stuck her butt out.
Mr Taylor's looked up, his eyes hesitating on her neckline for a moment. Shelly could've sworn that his breathing increased then went back to normal. "What do you need?" he asked casually enough.
"A little help," she replied, smiling sweetly. "Could you help me scrub? You can stand behind and hold the bucket of water while I kneel over and do all the work." She chose her words carefully and sedvct!vely.
Mr Taylor hesitated again, then smiled broadly. "Why yes, I would be glad to!"
Shelly groaned. It was her last class of the day and she really just wanted to leave school. She was gonna get a lecture on talking, she could tell. She just couldn't keep her mouth shut in that boring art class, taught by Mr. Taylor.
As the class filed out of the room she sauntered up to his desk, trying not to look worried. Her grade was slipping and she couldn't afford any more detentions.
"Detention," Mr. Taylor said, handing her a slip of paper. "Tomorrow after school."
"But I can't afford anymore detentions!" Shelly protested. "Please, I'll do anything! My parents will kill me!"
"Hmmm..." thought Mr Taylor, looking thoughtfully around the room. Shelly held her breath. "Well you could clean my cabnets...that would excuse you."
Shelly grinned. "Sure! when do I start?" "Now."
Three minutes later Shelly was down on her hands and knees, scrubbing the inside of a cupboard and grumbling to herself. Suddenly Mr Taylor crouched down beside her. "How's it coming?"
"Not so great," shelly sighed. "This old paint will not come off!"
"Keep at it, girl," Mr taylor said in an almost playful voice that shelly had never heard before. Then as he got up, his hand reached over and smacked her butt.
Shelly was shocked. She couldn't believe a teacher would do that but she wasn't sure how to react, so she went back to cleaning silently. Her mind was going full-speed. Was it an accident? On purpose? Shelly decied to see for sure.
She straightened up and swaggered up to Mr. Taylor's desk. she leaned waaaay over so her low-cut top sagged down and stuck her butt out.
Mr Taylor's looked up, his eyes hesitating on her neckline for a moment. Shelly could've sworn that his breathing increased then went back to normal. "What do you need?" he asked casually enough.
"A little help," she replied, smiling sweetly. "Could you help me scrub? You can stand behind and hold the bucket of water while I kneel over and do all the work." She chose her words carefully and sedvct!vely.
Mr Taylor hesitated again, then smiled broadly. "Why yes, I would be glad to!"



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