Strict Teacher Novels & Stories

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.

It was left the third teacher, who was to come and teach before the break time, but instead of a teacher walking in, we saw the school proprietor walk into the school. There was confusion at first, until we heard that he came to introduce a new teacher to us. A special one to be our history subject teacher. "This class is very fortunate to have him as its teacher, even when we wanted him to teach the final grade and not the one before the final. No one has the right to stress him or cause trouble when he is teaching. Obey every one of his instructions because everyone here can be expelled and punished severely if he reports you!" The male proprietor, dressed in a black suit and trousers with

, She replied and shrugged again. The teacher turned her face towards the class which made everyone sit upright as she was very strict in discipline. "So students, that's enough for today. We will continue the rest of the topic tomorrow", She said in a high pitch and all the class said "okay mam" in unison and then she added, "Only 5 minutes left to finish the lecture. All of you read today's topic and tell me if you have any problem", Teacher said and busied herself with some paperwork.

Kennedy paused, then a smile tugged at the edge of her lips. “Why? You have a crush on him?” I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “That’s not it,” “Don’t worry, I understand. We all have a crush on Professor Fox because that man is beautiful. Plus, he’s achieved so much at such a young age. However, Professor is very strict,” “Really?” “Yes, he doesn’t mess with students no matter how gorgeous they are or how much they throw themselves at him. Plus, it is strictly forbidden for professors and students to have any sexual relationship,” Kennedy explained carefully.

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.

Jeremy was rarely on campus this semester because he didn't have many classes and wasn't taking on any new graduate students. Felicia had a lot of freedom during the day and a very small task as a result. Jeremy would give her the assignments for the day after his morning lesson. As usual, students stopped by the office occasionally to ask questions. Jeremy was still quite well-liked. However, he was notoriously harsh in class and had a temper that could make pupils cry. He had terrible final examinations. Most people found it difficult to pass, and many students were turned off by his reputation for being tough. Even still, the strongest and most courageous of them were unable to resist.

“Hannah. Sit properly and do your work. You have an assignment to finish.” I rolled my eyes even though he couldn’t see it. “It’s just detention. Nobody actually does work here.” He set his pen down slowly. Looked at me over the rim of his glasses. His jaw was sharp, shoulders broad under the white button down. The kind of teacher every girl whispered about in the halls. Strict. Hot. Always in control. “Rules exist for a reason. You keep breaking them. That is why you are here.” I smirked and crossed my arms under my chest, pushing my boobs up a little. My uniform blouse was unbuttoned at the top. Just two buttons. Enough to show a hint of cleavage. “Maybe the rules are boring.”