Strict Teacher Novels & Stories

"But I don't reward manipulation. I reward discipline. Since you've decided to treat my course like a playground, I think it's time we implemented some strict rules for your... tutoring." "Rules?" I breathed, my pussy pulsing, leaking a thick trail of arousal down my thighs. "Yes. Rules," he said, his grip tightening slightly. "From this moment on, you are not a student in this office. You are a subordinate. You will speak when spoken to. You will do exactly as you are told. And every time you fail to meet my standards, there will be a physical consequence. Do you understand?" The dominance in his tone was intoxicating. I felt my knees go weak.

Make sure you get a nice seat, so I can easily find you and I'm serious. "Yes boss" "One more thing" "And what's that? "Keep yourself on a low-key and stay away from my teachers. No flirting around. Flirting isn't allowed " "But you said you've got beautiful female teachers, didn't you? Why stop me from confirming how true your statement is? "That's because I know you. I'm not stopping you, just don't do it now. I do not want to loose the game and loose my face, got it? "Aye aye captain toddler "

She was never going to wash it. “Thank you.” Marcy murmured. She was interviewed by one the meanest teachers around, everyone hated him well not hate but they did not like him. He was the strictest teacher around, he taught mathematics, if it were an optional subject, many would have dropped it including Marcy. She was given the papers and set to start, by the time the teacher came back with his chair to invigilate her she was already done, she was resting her head on the desk.

He puts his mobile on the table and gives me his full attention, turning down the audio of the television which I was watching while having my pastry. "Better than the previous one," I try to shrug off the topic because the new one is not good either. He is also strict. But that's not my problem. I know teachers have to stay strict with us students but that does not mean they will get a right to insult their students in front of the whole damn class. Why can't they understand that even we students have some respect and feelings? "Good to hear. But if the new one also harasses you, don't hesitate to complain against him, okay?"

I taunt as I stand up. Jace is on his feet in an instant. "Why are you so fucking rude?" he snaps. "Says the rudest teacher in the school," I fire back, walking around the couch toward him. His eyes darken as he steps closer. This man is impossible to predict. "Break things off with Connor," he orders, grabbing my chin roughly and forcing me to meet his gaze. My body goes still in response to his grip. "There’s nothing going on between me and Connor," I say quietly, scanning his face.

The routine was strict,rigid and unyielding. Breakfast was a small piece of stale bread and a bowl of watery porridge that barely had any taste. Anna forced herself to eat, watching as the other girls silently chewed their meal. The dining hall was just as worn down as the rest of the school, long wooden tables filled with scratches and carvings, flickering lanterns hanging from rusted chains, and walls that bore signs of decay.The classroom,though spacious, felt suffocating . The desks were old,covered in ink stains and drawings left by restless students. A large chalkboard was at the front, it's surface covered in faded white markings from previous lessons. The teacher,a strict wo