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Teacher’s After-Hours Punishment 1

Author: Faithuba
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-16 23:55:31

The hallway was quiet when she stepped inside the classroom, the final bell long gone, the rest of the building already emptying out. The faint squeak of her gum echoed off the tile floor. She popped it once, just to hear it.

He was waiting behind his desk.

Same tired button-up. Same furrow between his brows. Same too-serious voice.

She hated how much she noticed those things.

Or maybe she didn’t.

“Sit,” he said without looking up.

She took the front row seat like she owned it, dropped her bag with a thud, and crossed one bare leg over the other. The skirt she wore barely passed code. The way she sat made sure it didn’t.

“I thought we were done with detention for the week,” she said.

“You were told not to skip third period again.”

“It was gym. I don’t run laps. I don’t do sweat.”

His eyes finally lifted.

And locked on her.

There was a pause. A long one. The kind that stretched so tight she could feel it in her stomach.

“Is there a reason you came in looking like you don’t care what an
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