The Perfect Teacher (2 of 3)

The Perfect Teacher Chapter 2

“That hardly seems fair, sir,” the blonde girl said, clearly annoyed. Truth be told, I wasn’t all that happy with her confronting me like this in the hallway either.

“I understand your concern, Denise, but there is nothing to be done about the matter. It has already been decided,” I tried to speak calmly and quietly.

“But she tried to cheat! She should be expelled from the school and you let her like nothing happened!” Apparently, she wasn’t inclined to calm down.

“Miss Blackwood is a very troubled young woman who has been dealing with some personal issues that made her do stupid things,” I lied boldly in hopes of gaining some ground. “I have made this decision in hopes of putting her back on the right track, but rest assured that if she ever tries to cheat again, she will be expelled without any mercy.”

“Well,” she paused, clearly taken off balance by my words. “I guess that this is really accommodating and understanding, but she cheated and got eighty-five percent. That is better than my score.”

“Oh, I see,” I nodded solemnly, finally realizing where the main issue lay.

Denise was one of those girls who received especially harsh grading from me, and this looked like an unforeseen circumstance of that decision. To be honest, I probably should’ve realized that this was a stupid idea that would return to bite me in the ass, but at that moment I was so excited by my power, that I just went along with the idea and adjusted those scores. Maybe that was why I had never done it before. Maybe I was still trying to make myself believe that I was doing this job for noble reasons in the past. Well, whatever the case was, now it was time to clean this shit up.

“How about you come with me Denise and we will look at that test of yours. I was grading it right after the incident and maybe I wasn’t in the right headspace. I would hate for you to think that I treated you unfairly. How does that sound?”

“Thank you, Mr. Taylor, that would help me a lot,” she nodded, and an expression of relief appeared on her face. I had never noticed that she had a nice smile before.

We moved to my office and I quickly produced her test from one of my brown folders. I wasn’t entirely stupid and there were red notes on several places with point deductions, so it at least looked like everything was up to snuff. I placed the paper on my desk and stepped aside so she could take a look. And while she bent down, I took a good, long look on her fine ass in skinny jeans she wore. It seemed nice and tight and I wished she wore some more revealing clothing. When she looked up, I was already pretending to look at other tests.

“I mean, sir, these notes,” she paused and I could tell she was trying to choose her words carefully. “You are right to point out my mistakes, but some of these you told us explicitly that we don’t have to mention.”

“Let me look at it, Denise,” I frowned and stepped closer to the table.

I pretended to go through my notes, but I already knew she was right. She was one of the best students and I had to look very hard for any mistakes to lower her score. This was already way more bothersome than I expected and I needed the girl off my back. She had really nice butt, but it certainly looked like it wasn’t worth the trouble. I sighed deeply.

“I have to agree with you. I judged some of these answers too harshly, probably due to that unfortunate incident. I want to apologize for treating you unfairly, Denise,” I bowed my head and tried to keep my face straight. I really needed her to buy my story.

“Thank you, sir,” she almost jumped with glee. “So, you will improve my score?”

“To be honest, this looks like ninety-seven percent to me, but as an apology, you will get a perfect score,” I smiled, thinking to myself that the ass was worth at least three percent. I just wished that there was a way to see Denise in a swimsuit somewhere.

“Oh, thank you. Thank you again, I mean,” she bowed and walked from my office, while I was left there standing over her test.

I updated her score in the system and then I returned her test to the folder. I hoped there wouldn’t be a need to deal with more bothersome girls. What was her problem anyway? Getting in my face in the hallway was really annoying and I needed to make sure something like that wouldn’t happen again. It could wait until next semester though since the only thing left was the oral exam. I used to dislike those before but now I was looking forward to seeing all those pretty girls doing their best to impress me.

Another week went by and I arrived to the school, finding the corridor in front of my office packed with students. I slowly pushed myself forward while I overheard a familiar voice from a group of girls.

“Trust me,” Alexis said to someone I couldn’t see.

“But he always seemed so nice. Will something like that work?” Responded a shy girl’s voice I was unable to connect to a face.

“It will, and it does seem like it is your only chance, right?”

Only then did they notice my presence and the group stopped talking. I pushed forward to my office, ing by quite a lot of girls. My new system of scoring was already bearing fruit. I went inside my office to set up everything for the examination while the students fought for the order in which to come in. Luckily, the two guys came in first and did okay, so I was done with them fast and I could proceed to the main event.

The girls started to come in one after another. None of them wore provocative clothing, but I still thoroughly questioned them and made sure to have a good look at them. Tall or short, thin or heavy, it didn’t matter, they were pretty and I was here to enjoy my life. Most of them learned the subject well, so they got out with good grades and everyone was happy.

Only a few girls still remained outside when this shy blond came in. Sylvia used to be a bumbling mess that was always overthinking things and could never keep things right in her head. She was tiny and looked even younger than she really was, with a pair of big blue eyes which gave that ‘deer-in-the-headlights’ look every time I asked her a question. Today she looked even more nervous than ever. Dressed in a high-waisted grey skirt that went down to her knees and a grey turtleneck, hugging herself nervously and I could tell from the first question that she didn’t really study for this exam.

“I don’t know what to tell you, Sylvia,” I told her after a couple of minutes of trying. “I can’t really let you like this.”

“But I really need a good grade, sir,” she pouted and looked down at the ground.

“Well, it’s clear that you didn’t prepare...”

“It’s hot in here, would you mind if I took off my top?” She interrupted me awkwardly.

“Sure, go ahead,” I smiled, surprised by her request.

She slowly took off her turtleneck and revealed a tight-fitting mesh shirt. She had a lacy white bra underneath it, but it was also see-through and left very little to imagination. Her eyes were still looking down on the ground and I was watching her skinny body wrapped only in the thinnest possible material.

“I hope I didn’t offend you, sir,” her voice was a little shaky.

“Not at all. If you think that it is too hot here, suit yourself,” I tried to respond calmly but I could barely contain myself. “Look, if you really need to this exam, I guess I can give you a B.”

“Thank you, sir,” she hooked her left thumb behind the waistband of her skirt and pulled it down a few inches. “But I really need an A, could you do me a favor?”

Her naked belly was suddenly on display and she was so thin that her hip bones were very prominent, like those of a skinny fashion model. I could also see her white lace panties, evidently a pair that matched her bra, almost see-through. I didn’t know what provoked this kind of behavior from a shy girl like her and I didn’t really expect her to own provocative lingerie, but I certainly appreciated the sight. There was no way I could let her walk out with a bad grade.

“Yeah,” I said with a rough voice and then coughed. “Okay, Sylvia. I’ll give you an A.”

“Thank you, sir,” she met my gaze for a second before asking shyly: “Would it be okay if I got dressed now?”

“Sure,” I nodded, suddenly feeling really weird about the situation. “Whatever feels comfortable.”

She quickly pulled her skirt back up, put back the turtleneck, and excused herself and left before I could smooth the situation. I was overcome with a feeling of wrongness. I realized that I’ve just been getting the only thing I wanted from this job, but somehow the girl behaving like that in front of me was making me feel uneasy. In part because it looked like she was really uncomfortable with the position she was in.

My thoughts were interrupted by the next student coming in. When she closed the door and stepped in front of my table, I immediately forgot about all those worries. Martha was one of the girls that used to always be in the middle of the pack and her grades were nothing spectacular. What was impressive about her was a pair of double D breasts, which were now almost on a full display in front of me. She didn’t actually walk into my office bare-chested, but it was pretty close. Her green tank top was stretched to the limit of its possibilities and it was clear, that there was no underwear under that thing. I could see her nipples and areolas quite clearly and the sight made me lose my voice for a couple of seconds.

Her examination went by in a steady rhythm where I asked her a question, she gave me an unsatisfactory answer, but then she yawned, stretched her hands or fidgeted with the bottom of her tank top, all of which made me much more interested by her breasts that her words. In the end she left my office with a satisfied smile and an A and I was left thinking about how glorious her breasts were. Two more female students walked in after her and their outfits were similarly revealing to the point I was almost ashamed to look at them. Both girls left with a perfect grade, while I was getting progressively more unsettled by this examination process.

This was all I wanted and looking at those girls was certainly enjoyable, but I felt dirty, like I was betraying some kind of a moral principle. Was it really okay if the girls wore revealing clothing to get good grades? It seemed like a perfect transaction in my mind before I arrived today, but at the same time it felt unfair. Something was bothering me about this whole experience and I decided that I needed to think more about it, maybe reconsider some of my priorities.

Luckily there was only one student left to be examined and after that I would have time to rest and have some time for myself. Alexis Blackwood entered my office without knocking and I was immediately drawn to her clothing. She wore ankle-high black boots on a huge platform with a lot of buckles, fishnet stockings, black skirt even shorter than the last one I saw her in an asymmetric black top with a lot of metal studs. She looked dressed for a party, not an exam, but she looked really good in her outfit and I furrowed my brow at the thought. I didn’t want to be distracted right now; I just needed this whole thing to be over. I was feeling shame and exhaustion.

“You don’t look happy to see me, how is your day going?” She asked me with a smile.

“I’m sorry, Alex,” I shook my head. “We should probably move to the exam.”

“You need to tell me what is bothering you first, you are my friend after all,” she objected.

I blinked a couple of times, looking at her face while I felt a little woozy, but then something clicked in my mind. Of course, that was true—I was her friend and it seemed like sharing some of my doubts with a close person could alleviate at least some of my worries. I sighed loudly.

“I’m not sure what is wrong, but I have been questioning some of my motivations today and some of my convictions too,” I added.

“Really?” Her hand went slowly up and she started playing with her amulet. “Tell me more about it.”

“I thought I knew why I went into teaching,” I started responding and the movement of her pendant caught my eyes. “But I’ve started to think that there should be more to it.”

“Focus,” she made her amulet swing back and forth. Back and forth. “And tell me why did you become a teacher.”

“I have become a teacher to look at pretty young girls,” I responded truthfully, feeling guilty for the ission. “But after today I think I might reconsider my motivations,” I added.

“Keep looking,” she took off her amulet and brought it closer to my eyes. It was so interesting that I couldn’t look away from its swinging. “I want you to think about all the pretty girls you saw today.”

The Witch’s knot was moving in front of my eyes and I was reminded of Sylvia, Martha and every other female student that was in my office earlier.

“I want you to focus on how nice those girls looked for you and how much you’ve enjoyed looking at them. Let everything else go for now and concentrate only on the positive feelings.”

All my worries faded away and I just immersed myself into fantasizing about Martha and her amazing breasts, the way that Sylvia just awkwardly put her body on display and then I went over other memories of skirts, tight t-shirts, shapely legs and all the pretty things the girls wore for me today. It was so great to just the good things.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” She asked in a very suggestible way.

“Yeah, it is amazing,” I responded, still going over the images of young girls inside my mind.

“Just let the sensation permeate through your entire mind, let it fill each and every corner of your imagination, welcome the pleasure, open to it,” her voice was soothing and it was easy to go along with her words.

I was floating on the sea of pleasure and memories of pretty girls and it was so amazing that I had lost interest in everything else.

“You love this feeling so much, that it overwhelms everything else in your life. Just like right now. When you are around pretty girls, the pleasure is so strong, that it just overpowers you. You might have doubts, but your mind is too weak to do anything about it.”

“My mind is weak?” I asked with concern.

“Just keep watching my pendant and realize that you can’t even look away. You can’t stop watching, you can’t oppose me and you can’t resist the pleasure. There is not enough strength inside you to fight your instincts. And the realization is making you even weaker,” she stated in a cold voice.

Her voice was so convincing, so definitive, that I couldn’t find it in myself to oppose her statement. I kept watching as the amulet swung back and forth and a new feeling was seeping through my mind—the feeling of being lost, uncertain and wanting to just go away from all the trouble.

“You can’t escape from this, that would take too much of an effort and initiative and you don’t have that—your mind is just too suggestible and you can’t resist being pushed around. When I tell you to watch my pendant, you will do it and with every second of watching the Witch’s knot, your mind becomes even weaker and more susceptible to outside influence. And you will continue watching it, because I told you so.”

I didn’t want any of that. The thought of my mind being weaker was scary and I tried to break eye . I put all my will into that single attempt in hopes of escaping the spell.

The amulet swung back and forth.

I knew there was a simple solution—to just stop looking at the pendant and all would be over, but Alex told me that I should continue to watch and I didn’t feel strong enough to resist her voice.

The amulet swung back and forth.

My determination to look away was slowly waning. Maybe I really wasn’t supposed to do that. Maybe it was proper for me to just watch its movement.

The amulet swung back and forth.

Maybe I was never strong enough to stop looking, it seemed impossible to challenge her words now. Even thinking about resisting seemed like a preposterous task.

The amulet swung back and forth.

All the tension was slowly leaving my body. My mind was simply too weak to do anything else but watch and follow. I knew every second of this was making me even weaker, but it didn’t matter, there was nothing I could do.

“That’s right, just give into it. We can’t have a nice-looking guy like you having too many independent thoughts. While you keep that muscled body maintained for us, let’s focus your mind on the important thoughts—you love looking at young girls and it is so pleasurable that you can’t resist wanting more. Your mind just isn’t strong enough to fight these primitive urges and they will overpower you each and every time. You just love watching their pretty faces and think about how nice it would be to kiss their lips. You look at their tops and think about squeezing those firm breasts and most of all, you wonder about how their tight little pussies look under their clothes. These thoughts are too strong to push away and they are forming your entire system of motivation.”

This all felt wrong but the more Alex talked, the harder it was for me to say exactly why. I thought I wanted something else, but she was so sure of her words and they were forming new thoughts inside my head. I tried to resist them, but she was right, they were simply too strong and soon I was thinking only about hot girls and their bodies.

“You get ashamed by these primal feelings. You always wanted to be a perfect teacher, but you ended up being just this weird creep that loves to look at young girls’ bodies and this shame has built up inside you during these last years. When a girl reminds you of that longing of yours—of being a perfect teacher, your guilt will overtake you and you’ll do anything she tells you. When a girl tells you to be her perfect teacher, you will do anything she asks, regardless of what it is or how weird you find the task to be. You are feeling too guilty and desperate to prove that you are a good teacher that you have to obey. Just saying the words ‘perfect teacher’ in front of you will make you eager, obedient, and unable to resist any request that is thrown at you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Alex,” I responded immediately.

“Who do you want to be?” She asked again.

“I want to be a perfect teacher,” I replied.

“That’s right and a perfect teacher does what he’s told, a perfect teacher obeys.”

“A perfect teacher does what he’s told, a perfect teacher obeys,” I repeated after her.

“Very good. And a perfect teacher also stays in shape. You want to look at young girls, so you feel like you should look as good as now or even better, understood?”

“Yes, Alex. A perfect teacher stays in shape,” I responded in agreement.

There was a weird silence for a moment and I suddenly realized, that I was staring into space and my thoughts went away from me. I should go on with the exam, but when I looked back at Alex, it once again hit me how pretty and sexy she looked in her black outfit. It was really inappropriate, but my imagination produced a fantasy of how her tight young body looked under those clothes. I tried to stop myself from thinking about her, but the impulse was way too strong and the silence stretched for long seconds, while I stared at my student.

“We should probably start with the exam,” I said shakily after clearing my throat.

“Nah, let’s not bother with that,” Alex smiled provocatively.

“Excuse me?” I furrowed my brow.

“How about you be a perfect teacher for me and give me an A, Tony,” she winked.

I was suddenly ashamed of ogling her body and I wanted to make amends. No, I needed to make amends. “Yeah, I’ll give you an A,” I agreed after a short pause and entered her grade into the system.

“Very good,” she nodded approvingly. “You deserve a reward for that. Your reward is to get on your knees and kiss my ass, so how about you be a perfect teacher and do just that.”

“Of course, Alex,” I agreed hurriedly.

I went down on my knees, while she turned around and lifted her skirt. Her legs looked amazing in those fishnets and while it made me excited, I wasn’t going to be distracted from my duty. I slowly looked up, beyond the lacy elastic band of those stocking, up to the globes of her beautiful pale ass and then moved closer to give one of her ass cheeks a soft kiss.

“Very good, now continue with being a good teacher and kiss and lick my ass until I tell you to stop,” she encouraged me cheerfully.

There was just a tiny piece of cloth string running between her cheeks, so I had access to all of her beautiful ass and I went back to get my reward, to fulfill my duty—it was the same thing. I continued with giving her ass soft kisses, combined with the licks of my tongue and I made sure to give every inch of her behind a proper care. I needed to be a perfect teacher after all.

“You love fulfilling your duty of being a perfect teacher, kissing my ass and doing everything I tell you,” she ran her fingers through my hair. “During the next semester, you will find out that more girls will approach you and tell you that you are a perfect teacher and they will want stuff from you. You will oblige to each and every one of their wishes and you will feel happy doing the stuff for them, just like you feel happy right now on your knees, kissing my ass. If you ever feel uncertain about it or worried, your first reaction will be to call me and talk to me about your problems, because you are my friend and you want to hear my advice, do you understand, Tony?”

“Yes, Alex,” I responded and gave her ass another lick. I’ve never done something like this before today, but it felt like just the right thing to do and I was fulfilling my duty of being a perfect teacher.

“The winter break is ahead of us,” she continued giving me instructions. “And I just want to make sure all this sinks in. So, in the following weeks, you’ll going to call me and ask me if you could kiss my ass again. You will do it because you love the feeling, then you will look at my pendant and listen to my instructions. It will be an important part of your routine and you’ll want to do it every week, can you do that for me, Tony?”

“Yes, Alex,” I nodded and continued with a string of kisses on her left ass cheek.

“Sweet. Now I want you to be a perfect teacher for me, stand up, slowly strip of your clothing and when you are naked, you are going to kneel down and jerk off until you come. And the entire time I want you to chant ‘I am a perfect teacher and I love kissing Alex’s ass’. Start right now,” she ordered me and then she turned around to watch me.

“I am a perfect teacher and I love kissing Alex’s ass,” I said loudly while I stood up.

It felt weird, but that didn’t stop me and I unbuttoned my shirt slowly, while Alexis watched me with a satisfied smile.