Lesbian Teacher Punishes Student Novels & Stories

Dante has turned into the bad guy, in a way that reminds me of Spencer. "If you don't want the university to know you're the teacher's pet, then listen carefully. I want you to sleep with me. I want you to fuck me senseless. If you do that I will delete the photo. Don't do it, and Professor Oakley will get fired and you'll get kicked out." I try channeling my inner actress but she won't come. Instead she hides in the background and is too timid to surface. "Alright, I'll do it. Get a hotel room for this weekend, and I will do whatever you want."

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

Lina took the opportunity to add insult to injury, "Mr. Leo, this woman almost killed Aunt's only daughter ten days ago. She looks harmless, but she has a heart. The teacher has been deceived. Don't fall in love with her." The teacher immediately glared hard and cursed: "Bah, I think you are a bitch-hearted. In addition to sowing discord between your brother and your sister-in-law, what other good things have you done over the years?" She was accustomed to bullying the weak and fearing the strong. After being scolded by her elders, she immediately shrank behind Shawn. Mr. Leo was in a dilemma. At this moment, someone knocked on the door. Then he poked his head into the room.

"You can't just fire me, Sir Berlouz! It's her fault in the first place---" "Bitch, who told you to fucking talk back? Did I give you the power?" He stood up before dragging the teacher out. She fell on the floor. I covered my mouth in so much shock. Why did he do that to her!? "I don't want to see your face ever again. You can't be a teacher, you fucking bitch, if you treat every students the way you treat her. You should be at least thankful she attends your boring class. You're so boring that I choose to sleep the rest of your time because YOU.ARE.BORING. And USELESS. What a waste of education. You don't deserve to be here in my school. Fucking bitch." He shut the door close right after h

Valery tried to explain why she had to leave to the teacher, but it backfired. "The punishment is not only for missing yesterday's Baptism. I've noticed you slack off in my class. I want you to excel as my student. If l go easy on you because you're a girl, it will not change. No matter what the issue is, try and complete your punishment. Moreover, you will do it today since you did not partake in yesterday's Baptism. If you fail, more work for you." Valery stood frozen, not knowing whether to leave or say anything else. If there was one thing students knew about teachers in this school, they hated excuses, no matter how serious they were. "If that is all you may leave." Mr York readily dism

“Dad, please leave the matter where it is. I will handle it like the big girl I am. You keep forgetting that I am grown up and I am no longer that little girl. Please let me handle this.’’ Isabella begged. She watched as Adam got up from the coach and headed towards the kitchen to perhaps make them something for breakfast. Her best friend was very caring and loving and Isabella did not know what she would ever do without him. “My dear, I'm afraid that will not happen. I granted your wish and I let you go to Hong Kong without giving you bodyguards but this time I will play things by my own rules. Consider that teacher fired.’’ He said in finality. “Goodbye Dad. I will call you tomorrow.’’ ‘’B

I countered giving her a look She half heartedly laughed at me "No I came over here to tell you I think you're absolutely disgusting. How could you abuse your power so much as to actually seduce one of your students? Not to mention a girl, fucking dyke." What a bitch. "Hmm," I hummed trying to stay calm "at least I'm not a total bitch who goes around saying rude shit. I love Blair, not that it's any of your business, and you have no idea what we've been through together. Take your homophobic comments elsewhere because if you say one more I'll be sure to tell Mr. Davis on my way out." "Ah, and who do you think he'd believe, me or the teacher who got fired for bending her student over a desk?"

Paris paused, every one in class turning to their teacher who had never even raised a voice at Cliff, a boy who continuously tried hitting on her even though he knew she was a lesbian, and married. "Holmes, go straight to the Principal's office." He blinked. "What?" The lady put her hand on her hips and said with a smug look on her face as if she had wanted to say this to someone in a long time. "I'm sure I didn't stutter." Paris looked completely stricken now. "You —." "Don't make me throw this —" Her eyes scanned her office table and she raised something up, a wild look in her eyes. "Don't make me throw this stapler at you!"

I said smiling. “Like when the male janitor that molest most girls called us into the cleaning room that day and tried to force himself on me. You turned his mop bucket on the top of his head and the soapy water dripped from his head to his toe, and we both took turns in kicking him hard on his groin.” “Or when that lesbian history teacher, Mrs Katherine tried herself on me and we both tore her clothes to shreds and left her in the classroom naked,” I burst into laughter after saying this.

Once, Mary even made that teacher sleep with a client from overseas, and the teacher obediently listened. After that, Mary had snapped photos before the teacher could even put her clothes on. She stepped on the teacher as she disdainfully said, “How could even a woman like you be a teacher? You were only a prostitute! A sk*nk! From now on, you will do everything I say! If you don’t, wait and see how I deal with you!” The teacher could only listen and never retaliate. Mary felt even more like a queen in the county when she looked at the teacher as a slave who knelt in front of her in the nude.