Strict Teacher Novels & Stories

Despite this, her other teachers had informed me that she had the potential to be a straight-A student if she applied herself. However, my subconscious wondered if there were any hotter students, although it was not something we were supposed to take notice of. With Taylor, it did not take much for her to become a distraction, as she often flaunted herself like a trophy in a display case. While I, like many of my colleagues, had issues with the school's dress code policy, which punished female students for male failings, most of us chose to ignore it. This, however, only seemed to make the policy more of a game to Taylor, who frequently tested how much of a distraction she could become.

He sat up, strong arms lifting her to sit at his feet. Mia: “From your students, I know that you are very strict so no one dares to sit in the front row. Peter, every day you stay at home, you are very childish, at school, you change into a strict teacher. I don't recognize you." She lazily leaned against his chest, her beautiful hand scratching his chin. Peter let her riot at will: “I have to be strict or my students will riot.” He just wants Mia alone to be able to work because he tolerates her, the rest he doesn't allow.

That creepy-hot man, late thirties, tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp jawline, intense dark eyes, and a voice that could make you obey without thinking. He's always harsh in training, always barking orders, pushing us until we break. He looked like he could fuck a girl senseless… but he had that strict, rule abiding vibe. The kind who would never cross the line with a student. God, I hate wanting someone I probably can’t have.

And the way the instructor kept shaking her head and sighing… it was truly frustrating. “How’s your instructor? If she’s not good, I can find a better one for you.” Annabelle sighed. “She’s very good—stricter than even you. It’s not her fault. I’m just a terrible student.” Kendrick: “...When was I ever strict?” “When you taught me how to drive. When you helped me with my studies. You were really strict both times.” “That’s called strict teachers produce outstanding students. And look at you now—you’ve done great.”

I pouted realising there won't be fun without her. "It's alright! We will send you pictures and tell you about everything." I said with a small smile. Suddenly the door flung open and our teacher entered. Mr Keesing, the most strict teacher. Everybody took their seats and kept quiet because Mr Keesing was really austere and rude. He started calling names of the students one by one to submit their forms if they were interested to go.

"Who says I want to fuck you? You think because you’re the 'hot teacher' with a big butty and large firm breasts. With that everyone is lined up?" He stepped closer, his shadow falling over her. "I know what you do. I know about the closet. I know about the janitors and the seniors. You fuck!, everyone loves and adores courtney. But me? I don't fuck my teachers. I have standards." Courtney’s smile faded. Her face flushed a deep, angry red. "You will bend.." "I won't,"Dax said, his voice cold as ice. "And if that’s all the 'discipline' you have for me today, I beg to take my leave. I have better things to do than watch you try to be a p**n star in a silk shirt."

If it had to do with how I got chosen or how I found my way here, then I had no answer to that. She moved closer to me, as her eyes scanned through my body. After she was done, she moved some centimeters backwards and instructed the others to introduce themselves. “Good! That went pretty well, I have my rules. As your Trainer, there are things I don't tolerate. I have lazy students who cook up excuses to avoid training or to skip class. And I hate late comers. I am very strict and I allocate punishments if my rules are broken, hard punishments. If there is anything I forgot to add, I would do that as the class progresses. Are we clear on this?”

I know my leniency is only making them spoilt, but I just don't feel like shouting or showing eyes to them and majorly, the idea of them coming here, on purpose, just makes me laugh. I have been suggested, quite often, by the senior teachers in school, to be a little stricter with the children. I understand the need to impose discipline over them, but being strict with them is impossible. Although, I am slowly learning to be a little more rigid, still not be completely harsh.

“That’s not what I meant, Mrs. Stephens. Miss Lawson was just too stressed. She’s in charge of our school’s advanced track class, the one expected to produce this year’s top scorer on the high school entrance exams. The pressure is intense, so she’s been overly strict with the students and said things she shouldn’t have. She has acknowledged her mistake. I’ve already spoken to her about it. I promise she’ll never repeat this behavior, whether that means targeting Claire or saying anything inappropriate.”

“Jeez, you startled me.” “Sir. You startled me, Sir,” the teacher corrected her. “We are on the school premises. Address me appropriately.” Steffy scoffed and shoot him a mocking stare. ‘Yeah, whatever.’ She walked past him as she felt her heart beating like crazy, but the teacher firmly held her right elbow. “Ouch,” she moaned. “Get your hands off me!” Teacher Greg slowly dropped his firm grip. Tucking his hands inside his pockets, he faced the girl with a serious look. Steffy scowled at him in return.