Strict Teacher Novels & Stories

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.

“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.”

In the end I almost fell on the ground. “T-teacher, I am sorry for being late… I..” As soon as I stood in front of Astor, I immediately opened my mouth to apologize trying to find the most appropriate words to say at the moment. However I was stopped by Astor’s serious look, seemingly not wanting to waste time at all. “Start!” His cold tone rang in my ears as I stared at him cautiously and watched him stand in the middle of the training ground. Just one word was enough to see how strict he was. Even with the use of words, he could not be bothered to waste time at all.

I groan as I head out the door. " I didn't know your Teacher was so caring. My teacher was more of a do-or-die kind of Master. Not to mention, he has a very cute coy way of doing it. Trying to look all tough when he's actually extremely worried." She whispered to Rookie, but unfortunately for me, I have a sharp hearing. Damn, not even 2 minutes in and I already have to deal with distractions. This is going to be hard since I have to act like a human... I'll just say whatever I do is a high-level technique from Leighdal.

The professor made a face. Then the students can only nod without a sound! "He's scary!" The students can only smile. He is a very strict teacher. In his class, Prof. Jonathan teaches them with a mad face and sometimes a wide grin. Ting! Ting! Ting! The bell rang. Then Prof. Jonathan made a slight curve of his lips and slant his eyebrows down. "Guess your lucky today. You got a good bell." Prof. Jonathan said. "Dismissed! I hope to those who will fail tomorrow are prepared!"

I declared. The principal shrugged. “It's up to the teachers to decide, not me, they handle the grading. Our system is strict, no one could have altered the results, not even the teachers, but why don’t you go to a teacher and—” I cut him off. “Teacher?” I scoffed. “Give me a break. I am pretty sure someone paid them off, they are nothing but a bunch of puppets.” His eyes hardened. “I get that you expect a lot from her, but she didn’t meet the mark. If you show up here again, I will report you to your father, and you know I don’t bluff.” The principal said, standing.

She started but I interrupted her by moaning loudly. "It's our second year, I know. But it's the beginning of the year, and you know beginnings are hard." I was still packing my books in my, to brag a little, Armani black bag with premeditated and sore feeling in my guts knowing that the first professor I'll see today is Gorilla. To be precise, mrs.Tomlinson. She is a very small but strong woman in her late 40's, with bleached hair and a hint of gray hairs and of course, very strict and serious look. She basically looks like those grannies which parents tells you not to get too close because she's too weird. Hated by 564 students of University of Washington, medical school where students are

Lydia tried not to notice just how perfectly his pale blue broadcloth shirt hugged his well-muscled chest. It was so embarrassing to have such a massive crush on her professor, especially one that had outlasted early hero worship and turned into a raging case of lust that three years had done nothing to dissipate. He didn't wear a wedding ring but that was the extent of her knowledge about his personal life. He was such an old-school gentleman that she knew he would never remotely consider a relationship with a student, even if he was unattached. So she gritted her teeth and squeezed her thighs together, hoping she wouldn't leave a damp spot on her chair.