School Hour Slave
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				Title: <strong>School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 00:02:42</strong>
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				"Ok class make sure you read up chapters 4 tonight, I will be taking my questions directly from the review questions, all you need to do is read those. None of you have any reason to fail the quiz..."<br><br>The bell rang, he was sure none of his students were paying attention. The period before lunch was always the worst, kids were hungry or eager for their mid day break he liked to keep things simple. This was his first year teaching and he was still learning the ropes, all he knew was that kids attention spans were non existent so he had to find learning props to keep them interested. He spent lots of money out of his own profits to buy interactive learning tools and items to bring and show his class, he was glad he taught world history. <br><br>Watching the kids shuffle out of the class, he loosed his tie and removed the thin glasses that covered his light green eyes. Despite his professional appearance his, his black slicked hair by the end of the day always found itself sticking up into wavy curly spikes. Mr. Santos always wanted to make a good impression, so he made sure he wore a pair of slacks, dress shirt and tie every day. By lunch time, the tie had come off, and the top two buttons of the shirt had become undone. Reaching for the keys he sat in his chair and waited for everyone to be out before he went off to lunch by himself, perhaps mingle with some of the fellow teachers but always found them boring, old and annoying.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 13:25:04</strong>
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				A sigh escaped past her lips, waiting for class to finish…Waiting for the day to finish.<br>It was as if the day had been dragged out just to cause her pain, but, who would do that? Teachers. Students give them pain, they give pain back…It was a continuous circle.<br>Although not all teachers were like this, one had taken her fancy quite a bit but, she didn’t want to like him, not that way. Mr. Santos and his, well, he knew how to make her day better…She thought so, but then again, she could probably get away with murder in his class as could most. He just seemed too chicken to punish them, probably was but when he was mean, it was scary…Confusing man.<br><br>Whispers and giggles spread out among her and her little group of friends, ignoring his words, briefly catching a few but these few wouldn’t help if he asked her about what they had to do, or even what they were doing. She was probably failing History already but she didn’t care, not like she was going to get told off.<br>Finally the bell rang, most students making a run for it but she took her time, slipping a jumper over her far too revealing top – Herself not wanting to wear the revealing garment but it was all she had that was clean – and then scooting her school stuff into her bag, not giving any of it respect. Why would she?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 19:59:44</strong>
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				Kicking his feet up on the table he did not care if the last of his students saw him remove his tie and toss it carelessly onto the table. His hands moving up to the chocking collar of his shirt, undoing the top three buttons. All his life he wanted to teach Roman and Greek History at a university, but he took this job for the experience. It was like watching toddlers, except toddlers were neater and showed more respect to teachers...not like in ancient times where teachers were highly cherished and respected. <br><br>Picking up a text book and reviewing the garbage that passed off as education, he looked at her from the corner of his eyes. <br>"You know...back in antiquity...a book was a symbol of prestige, sophistication and power, for it to be treated that way would make all the scholars of the past roll over in their graves..."<br>He glanced her over and gave her a disapproving nod, before slumping in his chair and returning his focus on his own well cared for text book. Eventually he would find something to get their attention, his own professor in college had a way to make students focus on the material, but he had yet to grasp that concept in the high school setting. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 20:13:58</strong>
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				Waving to her friends she'd tell them to wait for her but, she heard their giggles as they all just ran away, mumbling under her breath, hoping he wouldn't hear her, it seemed like he hadn't so...It was all good? As she checked her bag, making sure everything was in it she saw something, a folder, suddenly remembering about her homework she'd forgotten to give in, this time actually putting some effort into her work. Why should she ruin her education? Simple as, she shouldn't.<br><br>By the time he was talking to her she was near his desk, trying to ignore how he sat, slumping in his chair...She had to admit it made him seem like a normal person. Teachers were never thought as normal, but they are, of course they are...Well most of them. "Um...Sir...Here's my homework. Sorry for it being late and such..." Only saying this after he'd spoken, not wanting to cut him off but his words only confused her. Her right hand stretched out towards him with the folder placed tightly in her grasp, the folder obviously showing to him that she'd put effort into this piece...But she had no idea about reading something, only hearing some of his words this lesson.
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				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 21:00:22</strong>
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				He was a bit surprised that someone had actually turned in some work, it was late but it was nice to see someone was at least trying. Not like he expected kids to want to learn about ancient civilizations, maybe he was weird for being so deeply interested in how people lived their lives before the information age. <br>"Thank you..."<br>Sitting up and dropping his legs to the floor, he placed the book down and took her work, placing it into his book to look over it right away. <br>"Make sure you read chapter 4 tonight, deal with me another 2 weeks...the better part of history is coming up soon."<br>His gaze had lingered a bit longer than he expected on her curvaceous hips and breasts, hoping he has not been caught before smiling at her with polite nod.<br>"If you need any help with your work...make sure you let me know." 
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				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 21:23:51</strong>
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				Smiling weakly at him she withdrew her hand, again checking her bag before doing the zip up and placing it upon her back, the backpack...Or bag a she called it reaching to her bum and even covering it some. "Oh...That's what we have to do then...Heh...At least I know now." Only now remembering that she hadn't actually put the book in her bag, not yet. Running to her desk she grabbed the book, slipping it into her bag.<br><br>"Well...See you sir...Bye." Quickly she ran out of the room, trying to catch up with her friends but she knew not where they were, in the end deciding to sit alone as she just couldn't be bothered to find them, knowing she'd just waste her time.<br>Never realising that he'd been looking over her body, not really having time to notice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 21:47:11</strong>
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				Exiting the class room he mindlessly walked towards the lunch room and picked himself out something to eat. He noticed the drama club was attempting to recruit new players with a fake battle from the battle of Troy itself. The drama club leader, was an old woman who knew very little on how combat was actually done in that age so he took it upon himself to instruct the members on how to properly swing and block a attack. <br><br>During the quick lunch period a few more students had gathered to watch on, glad he has a 5th period break so he could catch up on the work he was neglecting. In those 15 minutes the students realized how to make a better looking battle scene without ever fake clashing a toy sword with another. As the bell rang, he moved down towards his class, his lunch still in hand with a smile on his face. If only he could get that type of eagerness out of his students, he might get through to a few of his students.<br><br>Back in his empty room, he ate and graded the only assignment turned into him. It was not bad, giving it a solid B, she lacked only a few details that would have made that into an A. Keeping himself busy, the hour still seemed to carry on very slowly. 
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				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 22:06:06</strong>
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				And there she sat, curled up in one of the halls corner, watching the many others that sat there laughing and having a good time once in quick lunch period, but her...She sat alone to eat but, at least she was able to catch up on some much needing to do homework; knowing that later on or even tomorrow she'd get her friends back for this.<br><br>Sadly but gladly the lunch hour was short so she could just return to lessons, and then...The day would be over and she could rest...Until tomorrow, then there's another day of wonderful school. What was the point in school? This soon left her head as she watched the Drama group, smiling at their battles...Finding that they looked like children at first but soon, it looked real good. Maybe she should join? She rethought this, she hadn't enough time on her hands. School, homework and then more school...Etc.<br>The bell finally rang, the end of that lunch hour and now lessons...She couldn't wait.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 22:31:35</strong>
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				The day ended uneventful, the rush out of school always back traffic up for at least an hour. Not wanting to put up with that, he opened his door to his class and went over the next weeks lesson plan. Eventually he would return home, maybe pick up something to eat or call a friend to meet him for drinks. Not like he had anything better to do, perhaps he could help the drama team or start one after school. With the campus emptying out, he put on some music from his PC as he passed the time casually in the room. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 22:41:17</strong>
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				Basically yawned her way through the rest of the die, her friends having to beg for her to talk to them but, she didn't make them beg too much...She did have a heart afterall. Even if sometimes...The sweet nice side of her didn't show...You can't show show a weakness, not anymore. About the leave the school until she hit her head, having left her iPod hidden in her desk, surprised that only now she realised...Hopefully it was still there and hadn't been taken to lost property. She could walk home alone so she waved the others off, running back into the school, running to Mr. Santos classroom.<br><br>She slowly turned the handle and opened the door, her head peaking into the classroom, seeing that he was still here...She would have thought he'd want to get home as soon as possible. The door finally flew open as she was pushed by another, soon to glare at them but she was quick to turn and look at Mr. Santos, smiling weakly. "Forgot something..." Scurrying towards her desk.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 23:07:28</strong>
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				"You mean this?"<br>He held up the I-pod that was hooked up to his computer, one of the songs was from her play list he was scanning through. With a smile he unhooked it and placed it on the table for her to come and claim.<br>"You know those are not allowed on campus...I am required to tell you that, make sure you do not forget it again. I do not want responsibility of electronics gone missing in my class." <br>It was not hard for him to see himself in her shoes, it had happened to him with CD players. His teacher was more of an asshole, going as far as sending him to the principle. He would let her off with just that quick warning and nothing more, unless she counted that glance over he gave her body a punishment. His behavior had to stop, he could get in trouble easily for his glances he gave his more curvaceous students. 
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				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 23:27:23</strong>
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				Her eye's seemed to widen as he held up her iPod, running towards the desk to collect it, placing it into her jumper pocket, smiling weakly.<br>"Yes...I mean that...Thank you, sir."<br>Placing the headphones over her ears, preparing to leave but she had a few questions to ask him first, not sure why but...When she gets home she'll have nothing to do, most of her homework was already done and she really didn't want to go out tonight.<br>"Sir...Why did you become a teacher? And aren't you going to give me a detention or...Tell the principle or something?"<br>Left brow raising slightly as she sat down on his desk, her head tilting slightly; not seeming to care about his actions towards her own actions. Still not noticing how he'd look over her body, or had she? Maybe she was making herself think that he wasn't doing that, that maybe it was just her imagination.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 23:45:11</strong>
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				Removing the glasses and putting them in his drawer he rubbed his eyes for a moment. He only needed them when reading and decoding the chicken scratch his students called writing. Focusing his attention on her and her questions he answered each one.<br>"I really like history, I want to get my masters in it, hopefully in ancient warfare. Maybe one day teach at a university or write a book...not sure yet." <br>He laughed for a moment...<br>"Also when I was in school, I thought some of my school teachers were hot...boy did I strike out with this school...all are either married or middle aged bitter teachers..."<br><br>Shifting in his seat to turn his body towards her, he mockingly reached for the phone.<br>"I was going to let you off with a warning, I mean I have been in your shoes before...its just music, you are not doing anyone harm. Sometimes people forget what it was like...BUT, I better not catch you listening to that in class, no matter how boring my class is."
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				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 23:55:22</strong>
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				Nodding her head at his words, showing one she understood and two that she was actually listening. Why wouldn't she be? She'd asked the questions afterall.<br>"Nice to see my teacher is a bit of a perv..."<br>Only realising what she said once she'd said it, hands clasping to her mouth quickly, trying to hide a grin that formed but also to stop herself from saying anything else...She had to apologize though. Slowly her hands lowered themselves in front of her, smiling politely.<br>"Um...Sorry about that...It just came out before I could think...Heh."<br><br>Unsure completely to what his reaction might be, she had said something she shouldn't of said but, by fault. A smile forming once she heard his other words...'I better not catch you listening to that in my class'...Too late, she'd already spent a whole lesson just listening to her iPod, he never noticed so, she'd just keep doing it.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 00:21:56</strong>
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				"But you have not seen anything yet, I only told you..."<br>He grinned and stopped himself from going any further, he was grinning on very thin ice. Last thing he needed was to get fired over a saucy conversation with a student. During the conversation he had begun to gather his belongings from his desk drawer, ready to head home. The last thing he reached for was still under her, sliding his hand almost to her thigh, he tugged on the tie and wrapped it around his neck. <br>"Was there anything else you wanted to discuss? School should be empty by now..." 
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				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 00:29:27</strong>
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				"What do you mean?"<br>Knowing herself that she wouldn't forget about what he said, about this conversation. His grin, it must have meant something...It couldn't mean nothing, it had to, there had to be a reason behind it. <br>She was almost blushing as his hand reached for the tie she sat upon, hopping onto her feet before turning to look at him again, leaning against the desk using her hands to support her, looking into his eyes.<br>"Sorry about that...And...What did you mean when you said that I haven't seen anything yet...? And that you've only told me? Don't try and get away from the conversation...I'll just keep asking. Maybe I'll ask in class if you don't answer me now..."<br>Knowing she shouldn't be threatening him but, again the words just slipped out of her moth.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 00:44:47</strong>
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				"I mean I should not be having this type of discussion with a student..."<br>She was getting very bold now but he explained it to her. <br>"I have only gave you a slight peek into my mind...much more than a student and teacher should ever cross. But just because I toil away to shape and mold the minds of our generation does not make me an asexual being. That is all I meant and nothing more."<br>It was cute that she thought she held any type of power over him but he would let her think what she wanted. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 17:07:27</strong>
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				She nodded her head at his words, gripping her bag straps before heading towards the door, pulling it more as it had closed slightly, eyes looking out into the now empty corrodors; turning to look at him.<br>"Ok then...I didn't say that you were an asexual being anyway...Also...I see no reason to not discuss what we have...It makes you seem more normal...Heh. Well, bye sir."<br>After she'd spoken she waved a hand, turning on her iPod before finally leaving and heading home. Doing nothing but indeed finished off tiny bits of homework...And...Of course reading Chapter 4. Thoughts running through her mind, thinking about their short conversation, more questions running into her head but she knew these were questions she could never ask.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 20:02:59</strong>
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				Evenings were always the same, he either spent it at home with his dog, visiting the a park for a game of fetch and a walk. Or he would go out for a few drinks or dinner with some college friends. Returning home he tried to find ways to keep his students attention. As he waited for the bell to ring, he brought in some pictures and illustrations on just how bloody warfare and conquest was in the ancient world. Projecting the images left long ago on caves and jars, he began his lesson plan, describing battles and falls of civilizations as it was a movie. <br>"For any of you, that want to go more in depth with these battles, I am going to try to talk to the drama club into letting me direct and perform some reenactments of these battles." <br><br>Class did not seem to drag on, it pleased him to see at least half the class (the boys) were paying attention. Grabbing onto every violence filled word that left his mouth, widening their eyes when he brought out replica Gladius. <br>"This weapon would forge the world...more on that in a few weeks as we see the civilizations rise. Assignment for tonight, none, its Friday so I want everyone to have a good weekend. Free time until the bell rings." <br><br>Moving over to his desk, he secured the sword under a key and took a seat. Same routine as always he loosened the tie and unbuttons the shirt around his neck, he really was not used to dressing like this. If only his students saw how he truly dressed when he went out, they would not even recognize him. 
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				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 20:16:25</strong>
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				The lesson today wasn't as bad as yesterdays, yes she did find the details very interesting...Who said that boys only like battles, death and blood? Exactly, no one...Well except maybe some girls whom know nothing. Although the lesson was interesting she'd much rather listen to her music. Why not? Not like he'd notice. Afterall, today she was sitting towards the back of the class as a boy had wanted to swap seats with her.<br><br>Earphones were joined to her iPod today as she was less likely to get caught. She slowly and even calmly slipped the earphones up and under her shirt, this is what most would do, it covers the earphones well; plugging one into her ear while she left the other out. She didn't want to be caught out because she got asked something but, because she was listening to music couldn't hear. One ear was listening to Killswitch Engage while the other listened to Mr. Santos, actually only catching some of his words.<br><br>The lesson was finished...In a way she was glad even though she enjoyed it but, it was the end of a lesson. That was great. Sadly she'd forgotten to take her earphones out as she packed her bag and walked to the front, waiting for everyone to leave before she would collect her folder, wanting and needing to know what she got.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 20:27:08</strong>
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				Everyone in the class shuffled out leaving only him and Xena in the office. As she approached his desk he smiled as he spotted the thin wire that went from her shoulder to her ear. With his hand he motioned for her to remove the piece, letting her know that she had been caught. <br>"What should I do to you Ms. Aerun...somehow I think a standard punishment will not work on you will it?"<br><br>Pulling out a folder, he placed it to his left side. She would have to reach over him to grab it, kicking away from the table so she would hover over his lap. He would wait for that to occur, taking that opportunity to give her a firm slap on the ass. <br>"That was a warning." 
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				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 20:35:41</strong>
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				Letting out a sigh...She'd been caught.<br>"I don't know...I'm sorry...It was an accident?"<br>Smiling as best as she could at him but she knew it wasn't going to work. Taking the earphone out of her ear she pulled it from under her shirt, quickly placing it into her bag so he'd have no chance of confiscating it...And even if he tried she'd fight back. Her iPod, her music...They were really important to her.<br><br>Face lighting up some but gloom was soon to follow in its wake, unsure of what she may have got. Maybe she did rubbish? She knew she had. Only now did she look at where the folder was placed, watching him kick out. How was she supposed to get the folder now? Her movements were slow as she walked around, indeed hovering over him as she grabbed her folder. Just as she was moving back to stand she felt his hand make contact with her arse, causing her to both yelp and stand up straight, backing away from him. <br>"Are you really allowed to do that?"
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 20:42:43</strong>
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				"Are you allowed to bring in electronics to school?"<br>He grinned at her, while he scooted into his desk again. His eyes were not concealing the fact that he was looking at her more as a woman then a student. <br>"If I keep catching you...I might end up tying you up and leave your little ass red next time." <br>Lifting the tie, he formed a knot and gave her a little example on how he would use it on her, more of a threat than anything else. If she did say something to anyone else, it was his words against hers. 
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				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 20:49:52</strong>
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				She shook her head at him, placing the folder into her bag very quickly before looking back at him, watching him very closely indeed.<br>"No...But...I'm a student, you really shouldn't be touching me...At all."<br>She knew that she couldn't tell anyone, she knew it would be his word against hers and of course...They'd believe him, not a stupid little student whom may just be trying to get him fired. She wasn't that type of person but, teachers will unite and students will ignore.<br>"I highly doubt that you will...Because if you do..."<br>Left silent, watching him with his tie she slowly backed away towards the door, glaring at him now. She had no come back this time, there was nothing she <em><span class="bbc_u">could</span></em> do. Not really.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 20:56:44</strong>
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				"Watch your mouth young lady...have a good lunch"<br>He chuckled as she left the room, leaving a few minutes after, looking the room behind him. Nothing wrong with using a little fear tactics, kingdoms and societies were ruled by fear and hatred. Moving along the students, he picked up a bite to eat and went up to sit in the teachers section. Teachers tended to eat in their rooms, so the table was empty, it gave a good view of the entire lunch area. As he finished he began walking back to his classroom, visiting the drama club and asking to be the coordinator for their future performances before that. <br><br>As the ring for 5th period began, he took his time to return to his class. He was the last one walking across the campus after all the students shuffled back to different classrooms. Entering his room, he decided to take a quick nap before his final class of the day. As that came to an end, he remained in his classroom waiting for the chaos to end. 
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				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 21:07:18</strong>
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				Basically running out of the classroom she ran towards her friends, who today had actually waited for her...Sort of. They all sat around a table in the far corner of the lunch hall. As usual they talked, laughed and of course ate. No one noticed her odd behaviour...Was it that well hidden? What was she supposed to do? She knew she'd be caught again...She could feel it but, maybe, maybe she wanted to be caught. The bell ran signalling the end of lunch, taking her out of the thinking trance.<br><br>The last lessons weren't so boring today. Why not? He was stuck on her mind, everything he said lingering around her. She could hear him and his words, the scene playing out like a movie. The music that blasted into her right ear somewhat calming her, this time not being caught...She didn't want to be caught listening to music by the teacher she had now...No way.<br><br>The last lesson was over and she could go home, but...She'd just keep thinking about it, even if she was at a friends she would just zone out again. Today deciding to get home as quickly as possible, checking her folder to see what she got and...Surprise...B.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 21:49:24</strong>
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				"Just as war coated the world in blood, the losers created the foundations. Slavery goes back further than what occurred to the African during the colonial period...it was actually widely accepted and beneficial two both parties..."<br>He spoke about today's lecture, tying them all together. Describing slavery in ancient times, classes were running smoother now that he felt prepared. His gaze would focus on Xena, circling around the class to see if she had her head set on. He had rearranged all the seats so he could circle his class and have their full attention. Closing other books, taking notes and keeping his class in order. When he was done he would take a seat and give his class 10 minutes to socialize with themselves. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 22:07:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Xena was now over what he said, she guessed it was just some joke and the firm slap he had set upon her arse...Maybe just him being playful? She tricked herself into thinking this, bringing her iPod along with various other things. Books, stationary...School stuff basically.<br>So today would be just another normal day? Of course it would be. She'd listen to her music in his class, not get caught and live happily ever after. Well...Not happily ever after.<br><br>Once again the earphone had been slipped up under her shirt, hiding the wires with her hair this time...Well trying to anyway; being careful every now and then as he would sometimes circle the room, unsure of where he'd go but...She couldn't get caught, she didn't want her dear iPod confiscated. Maybe more would happen? No...It was just a joke.<br>She forgot when it came to socializing about the earphones and its wires, again her left ear listening to her friends and even others while her right ear was listening to Still Remains. Was she wanting a punishment?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 22:53:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Making eye contact with her, he tapped the side of his ear to let her know she was caught. She was really testing him now almost as if she wanted to be punished. Throwing out the professionalism that is required between a teacher and a student he would discipline her until she was what he wanted in a ideal student. <br><br>As the bell rang, he beckoned her over to his table. Not speaking until they were alone in the room, a smile on his face. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 23:06:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing him tap his ear she weakly smiled, sighing she again put the iPod away and waited for the lesson to end, believing his threat was just a joke and again she'd just get a warning, or maybe he'd give her a detention or something along those lines.<br><br>The bell rang out and then the class emptied, leaving the two of them alone she just stay sat, waiting a few minutes before getting to her feet and grasping her bag, walking over to his table, shrugging at him.<br>"Listen sir...I'm sorry...I promise it won't happen again?"<br>Being more questioning, as if she was unsure if it were the right thing to say or maybe, maybe she just wasn't sure herself if she could keep to it...Highly unlikely.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 04:34:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the door closed behind her, he pushed away from the table and made a small table with his long muscular legs. <br>"Bend over...until you learn your lesson, I will punish you." <br>Reaching for her hand, he forced her to bend over his lap.<br>"If you scream...I will gag you with my tie..."<br>His hand began to lift up her skirt, to expose her underwear. Resting his hand on her ass, he began to circle the flesh, caressing it gently before slapping her right cheek firmly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 20:32:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shaking her head at him she would try to back up towards the door but, it was too late. Her hand was grabbed and she was forced over his lap, head turning up to look at him. <br>"Hey...Y-You can't do this...If you do...I could tell...The police...Or the principle and then you'd be out of work and probably much more...Anyway...What are you going to do if I were to struggle?"<br>As soon as she said struggle she did indeed begin to shake and kick out, feeling his hand on her arse, shaking more as she felt him caressing it in circular motions, unsure of what to do at all. <br>"I-I'm warning you."<br>Stumbling on her words, on what she said throughout this whole coincidence but no longer did she talk, feeling his hand come across her right cheek firmly, screaming straight away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 20:46:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He could not risk getting caught, scrambling for his tie he wrapped it around her mouth so she could not warn anyone around. It was lunch so it was hectic outside, but a loud enough yell would reveal what he was doing. <br>"I am not easily threatened, I lose this job I go find another. I mean you rebel just for the thrill, you want to be punished. I think you love my attention...and the feeling you get when I smack your ass." <br>A hand came down on her other cheek, rubbing his fingers up and down between her legs, through the panties she has worn that day. <br>"Hmm...what if I punish you here also..."<br>He was lewdly rubbing her cloth covered mound, toying with her as his hand pinned her back so she could not move. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 21:00:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Opening her mouth wide she was about to scream, instead there was silence as he wrapped his tie around her mouth...Her hands were still free though, she could easily undo the tie and then...Everyone would know what was happening.<br>Screaming into the tie as his hand came down across her other cheek, struggles now weak and unsteady feeling his fingers rubbing up and down between her legs, head shaking at him...What should she do?<br>She enjoyed him rubbing her, toying with her...She enjoyed it all but it wasn't right. Was it?<br>Hands raised up to maybe find a way of undoing the tie, unsure if this is what she really wanted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 21:09:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She starting to squirm against his touch, her body was giving in but her mind was racing. Running a hand across her head he soothed her, his hand on her ass began tugging down on the panties, revealing her ass. <br>"Stop fighting...you are not stronger than me"<br>Slapping her bare ass this time around, his fingers began to push grope her skin.<br>"Ohh I like this...has anyone ever touched you like this before?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 21:26:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling his hand across her head did indeed sooth her, relaxing some her head began to droop, letting her guard down which obviously was a bad idea. Her panties soon pulled down to reveal her smooth untouched arse, and by untouched arse it is meant her bare arse.<br>"B-But...I don't want this...At least I don't think so..."<br>Words coming out as just mumbling, the tie gag stopping her from doing most things except keeping silent or, quieter. The silence was soon to end as she let out yet another scream, his hand once again making contact with her arse, head shaking madly at his question.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 21:33:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ok...good that means I will make you mine now, no other man is allowed to touch you...understand?"<br>His hand rested on her ass, waiting to smack her ass again if she denied his order. <br>"I will only punish you when you misbehave, I will even reward you when you do good, does that sound good?" <br>Undoing the tie, he released the gag. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 21:49:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Unable to say anything as the tie was still wrapped around her mouth keeping her silent, head turning to look at him. Why had this happened? Maybe she should've behave, then this wouldn't of happened? Finally he undone the tie, the gag being released, allowing her to speak once again.<br>"I understand...But...Why are you making me yours? I'm not something you can own anyway..."<br>She didn't move, she wasn't sure if she should do...He may not want her to.<br>"And...It sounds...Good..."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 22:05:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We are a bit short on time...lunch ends soon, so tomorrow I want you to stay after class. You are only allowed to wear skirts from now on."<br>Straitening out her clothes, he looked her up and down with a smile. <br>"We are going to have lots of fun..."<br>The bell rang and announced the end of the lunch period, he looked forward into making her his sex slave. Eventually collaring her as she accepted him as her master.<br><br>Carrying on with his buisness after school, he was curious if she would stop by to see him or catch her the next day. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 22:22:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Was glad she was once again standing, straightening out her clothes herself, right now she really didn't want to be touched by him...Let alone be near him. After what just happened, she wasn't sure of how to be around him.<br>"W-Whatever..."<br>Hand grabbing her bag before she made a run for it...Maybe she could move schools? Or be homeschooled? No, she didn't want to leave...She wanted his attention, she loved his attention.<br>As the day came to an end she realised he never answered her questions, and she wanted them answered. So...Why not go back?<br><br>She burst into his room, shutting the door behind her quickly, watching him.<br>"You didn't answer my question earlier...Why are you making me yours?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 23:03:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A smile crossed his face, it seemed her curiosity was getting the best of her. Placing the book he was reading down he beckoned for her to come closer to him. <br>"I technically have not made you mine yet..."<br>Removing his glasses and setting them aside, he tapped his desk for her to sit in front of him. <br>"I can tell you are at a transitional period in life, not sure what to do about school, life or people your age...you are a diamond in the rough." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 23:14:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reluctant at first but, he may just force her to do so or he may punish her again...She didn't want that. Or did she?<br>"But why would you want to? I'm not anything special...I'm just...Me..."<br>Slowly walking up to his desk, thinking everything over in her head before taking a seat upon his desk, looking at him. She of course didn't believe what he said, shaking her head at him straight away.<br>"I'm not a diamond in the rough...How am I?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 23:26:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands began to part her legs, thankful she chose to wear a skirt. She would have to come in a skirt every day now as he had ordered to give him access to her body, but also to cover her up in the event they had any close calls. Reaching for the waist of her panties, he peeled them off and lifted the flap of her skirt so her pussy would stare back at him. <br>"You need to learn to please a man, in this case me and only me. You need to be smart and caring, but that comes soon. If you are all those three things, you will find a good man to care for you...not some piece of shit with no future." <br>Focusing on her virginal mound, he rubbed the small patch pf pubic hair with his fingers, avoiding her nether lips completely.&nbsp; <br>"Make sure you trim this so your womanhood presentable...unless you want to be fully shaved. A lady needs to take pride in her appearance." <br>Smiling he leaned forward and gave her sex a gentle kiss, followed with a slow lick before sitting back in his chair. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 21:06:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was going to shut her legs as he parted them, but she already knew better not to. She was still wondering on why he wished for her to wear a skirt, what if the weather was to be freezing cold. Did he still expect her to wear a skirt? Soon she realised why as he peeled off her panties, freezing there and then, unsure of how to react.<br>"Why? And maybe I don't want a good man, maybe I want a piece of shit with no future...What do you say to that?"<br>Her brow lifting slightly pondering upon his answer. She of course didn't want a piece of shit with no future, she'd much more prefer a good man...But...She had to ask this, she wanted to know what he'd say, how he'd react. Jutting backwards some as he rubbed the small patch of pubic hair, glaring at him some as he again began to speak. Not answering him although she in a way replied to him kissing her sex, slowly licking it which again...Made her freeze up; eyes looking straight into his own.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 21:38:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sucked on his lips and shook his head at her rebellious nature. <br>"Is that what you really want? A man to use you and toss you aside, maybe leave you pregnant to raise a child of your own? It does happen...it is not a pleasant future. But it is your life...if you want you can hop off my desk and walk out that door and I will never bring this up. But I know deep down this is what you want...isn't it." <br><br>His eyes did not pull away from hers, as his fingers moved up and down her slit.<br>"You want to be touched by me, you want me to punish you...you even rebel for my attention...but you have it already." <br>Smiling, he gave her an order.<br>"Take off your shirt...I want to see the rest of your body." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 21:49:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thinking over his words, eyes shifting down and then up to his own...Did she want this? Did she want and even beg for his attention? For his punishments? Again her eyes shifted away from his, not sure if she wanted to look at him anymore. He knew too much of what she wanted...And maybe even needed.<br><br>As soon as his fingers made contact with her slit she backed away, falling off of the desk hitting the floor hard which cause automatic pain to her head and back.<br>"Ow...Maybe you should warn me in future or not seat me on your desk...And..."<br>She paused, laying still so she could allow the pain to ease away, hearing his command before she fell but she didn't want to, not for attention or punishment but because...She just didn't want to.<br>"You're right..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 21:54:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He hoped out of the chair and picked her up, guiding her over to his seat and sitting her down on his lap. His hands rubbed the back of her head and back gently, attempting to ease away any pain. <br>"Are you ok...you are a bit jumpy..."<br>Leaning in he kissed the side of her head, as a hand wrapped around her waist to comfort any pain as his hands rubbed her back. <br>"Maybe we are moving to fast...it is getting late...and we should leave before the janitors make their rounds...are you ok to walk? Do you want a ride home?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 22:01:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Relaxation blew over her as he rubbed the back of her head and back, her head actually resting upon his chest after he'd kissed the side of her face, not sure why she'd done so but, she just wanted to.<br>"I'm not jumpy...I just..."<br>A shrug fell over her shoulders, unsure of why she was jumpy but she never really was. Maybe it was him? Maybe he made her uncomfortable and jumpy...But she didn't mind it, it was...Good.<br>"We possibly are for just one day...And...I can walk but, it will take me a while to get home. I don't really mind."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 22:09:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodding at her, he moved the arm around her waist to guide her face up to look at him. His lips brushed across her gently at first, his tongue sliding out of his mouth and into hers. Locking their lips he swirled his tongue around hers, sucking on it for a bit before he released the kiss and helped her up. <br>"Ok...I will see you tomorrow..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 22:20:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes widened as he brushed his lips against hers, soon falling into the kiss, allowing his tongue into her mouth straight away...She had wanted this for a while now. To feel him kissing her was like heaven and she kissed back but he had complete control as he sucked on her tongue, letting out a gentle moan which made her blush; of course sad when the kiss was released and she showed it.<br>"Ok...Bye..." <br>She prepared herself to leave, making sure her panties were in place she grabbed her bag, running out of the room and of course straight home.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 22:41:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He left much later in the day, to make sure no one would suspect what had occurred in that room. Going out for a few drinks that night, he rushed home to get his papers in order for the next day. Luckily he was going to give a quiz to the students on the chapters they should have read. <br><br>The next day in class he waited as all the students walked into the face down quiz. Once the class was settled he let them know, after the quiz was over he would play a video for them until the lunch time. When he was sure no one was looking he looked over at her with a glance. When they made eye contact he flashed her a smile before returning his attention to his work. <br><br>When the bell rang, he was curious if she would come to him or if he would have to wait until after school...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 22:50:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Had it all be a simple dream? A fantasy? It hadn't been as he glanced over at her and smiled, she knew for sure it was real and she was...Happy about it. A stupid smile spreading across her lips, eyes returning to the video which he'd put onto watch. <br>The quiz had gone quite good she thought, even though she kept getting distracted by thoughts and images running through her head, glancing at him every now and then but...In the end she pulled herself together.<br><br>The bell finally rang. The lesson had been fairly good today, maybe it was because she had something to look forward to?! She didn't always like his attention, his punishments...It would depend on how the day was already going.<br>Once everyone else had left she walked towards the door, shutting it before walking back towards him, standing still.<br>"You told me to stay behind yesterday..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 23:04:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Patting his desk, he motioned for her to take a seat on the table. <br>"I am glad you wanted to stay in with me today...I wanted to finish what I started last night, did you shave yourself down there like I asked?"<br>Smiling he began to undo his tie, the cuffs of his shirt and the top three buttons. Shifting in his seat to get comfortable for what he was about to do. <br>"Take you panties off...and open your legs for me, be careful not to fall off this time..."<br>He figured she would do as he said, he had already seen her body yesterday. She had not reason to be shy today, not like he gave her much of a option with the firm tone in his voice. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 20:25:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slipped her hand off of the handle, keeping close to the door before even motioning any towards him; thinking.<br>"What exactly were we doing last night? What do you plan on doing exactly?"<br>Ignoring his firm voice completely...She wasn't actually his, he had no proof of her being his...He had nothing. She wasn't really shy, she wasn't all that shy before, well perhaps a little but that was only because no one had ever really touched her there at all, no one really wanted to and she didn't mind that.<br>Staying close to the door still just in case he'd want to force her, or punish her; she wasn't really in the mood for any of that...Or...Was she?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 21:13:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I wanted to introduce you to your budding sexuality and I plan on showing you just how good your body can feel..."<br>He smiled at her apprehensiveness, despite the punishments he would never force himself on her. That would be against everything he wanted to show her. She had every right to just walk out and their relationship as student and teacher would remain the same, he had told her that they day before. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 21:26:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded her head at him, bag dropping to the floor as she made her way towards him.<br>"Hm...Ok then. I'm not so sure."<br>Grinning slightly as she just stood short of his reach, arms crossing over her chest, leaning towards him slightly as she would pretend to think. Quickly sitting down into his lap, looking at him.<br>"Why did you want to do that?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 22:04:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's part of life...I want to show you how good it can be...Why are you not so sure? Do you think it will hurt?"<br>His right hand moved down to lift up the flap of her skirt, his fingers slipping underneath her panties to play with her mound. Moving along her skin until he found her slit, he began to rub over the area where her clitoris located.<br>"Have you ever masturbated before?" <br>His lips were close to her ear with a whisper, kissing her head and moving along until he reached her cheek. He would not tell her that he intended to make her his pet and have her call him master...not yet. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 19:11:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"W-Well...I'm not sure...I just was wondering, that's all. Is that bad?" <br>Her head was looking onwards out at the classroom, looking over the desks and displays but soon she was distracted by his right hand. Eyes shifted down to watch his hands, unsure of what to do, or how to react even as his fingers played with her mound.<br>"D-Don't do that..."<br>Obviously she still was unsure about the whole thing, changing moods almost like the moon but, she really couldn't help it. Confusion always had a hold of her mind. One minute she wanted him and everything he did but the next, she knew not what she wanted. Confusion clouded her mind, leaving her a zombie until he began to rub over the area where her clitoris was located, jumped, body shifting.<br>"W-Why should...I answer? Now please...Stop."<br>His touch was pure bliss and so was his breath over her hear, hearing him so close to her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 19:35:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His left hand went around to hold her body close to him, moving up her side and giving her breast a gentle caress as he made his way to her neck. Guiding her head to face his him, he gave her a tender kiss on the lips, running his tongue between her lips to let him into her mouth. His hand was rubbing more as her body began to react to his touch, when the sensitive nub began to pop out, he rubbed it between his thumb and index finger before he slide his finger up and down her slit, slowly pushing into her body. <br>"Do you really want me to stop..."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 19:45:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Everything he did, everything he touched drove her mad with desire and lust but she couldn't, she shouldn't be doing this. He was her teacher and that's all he should be, but she wanted him to be more...What did she really want? Just to have a boring teacher and student relationship or something more, something almost devious.<br>Gentle moans escaped past her lips if they could as she kissed him back, allowing his tongue to enter her mouth, she didn't care. She was lost to his touch. She was lost to him.<br>"Yes...Stop..."<br>She had to draw herself back to the real world, what would happen if someone found out?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 20:01:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she pulled away from his mouth he made sure he held onto her bottom lip and let it go with a gentle tug. His hand gave her clit a final rub before slipping out of her panties. Moving her over onto the table, he pushed his seat forward until his head was between her legs. His hands supported her back, so she would not fall backwards again.<br>"Ok...before you go let me do this...then..."<br>He began to run his tongue up and down her slit, swirling the wet muscle around and over her cute budding little clit. Despite what her mind was saying, her body was slowly submitting to the pleasure and he found that very arousing. Perhaps giving her a nice orgasm might sway her to go further with him, at the very least release some of his own tension later today after school. Either way he loved the taste of her, even if it was just in his head, there was something so pure about her still...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 20:11:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She kept her eyes away from his own, unsure if what she said was really what she wanted. She knew it wasn't but, maybe it was all for the better. Slowly her eyes raised up to look into his own as she was sat upon the table, his eyes lost as his head went between her legs.<br>"I told you to stop...So..."<br>She shut up straight away, feeling his tongue run up and down her slit, swirling over her clit...What was she to do now? Sensations were quick to get to her, moans gently leaving her lips, getting wet almost instantly although she had already been somewhat wet before, from his touches but also from her imagination. He seemed to be on her mind a lot now. <br>"W-Why?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 20:27:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He ignored the unfinished question she was trying to mutter, her moans and yelps of pleasure motivated his tongue to move faster against her slit. Inching a finger to play with her clit, his tongue was able to focus on her glistening pussy. Using two fingers to spread the virgin folds, he pushed the tip of his tongue into her core to taste her juices. Soon he would show her more about her body then she ever knew, but he was content with this for now, his time would come. He had to plant the seed and nurture it, watching it bloom before him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 20:47:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hands slowly clenched into fists as the pleasure built up, quicker and quicker, his tongue, touch driving her insane, she was even shivering from the much wanted and even needed pleasure. Her hips nudging towards him, wanting him more, wanting much more of him, needing him to do more.<br>Pleasure was quickly building up. She had never felt so much, lust? Pleasure? Both, and never had she wanted them so much or even wanted someone so much.<br>"P-Please...Uh...Stop"<br>Moans now escaping like a waterfall, one after another. Obviously her times was coming, and she couldn't stop it. Finally a wall was reached within herself, womanly juices needed and wanted to be free, to be tasted, to show how much she loved it all...She had to decide to fight or to give in. Her head threw up along with her hips, womanly juices escaping past her soft lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 20:55:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The wall would be brought down, her please made him move mouth faster and harder into her pussy. His jaw was aching and his tongue tired from the rapid movement but it would pay off well he knew it! All he could think about was making her cum for him, letting her body slip into that one moment of immense pleasure that would keep her coming back for more. He groaned in pain as he felt the bulge in his pants stress across the material and zipper. A little more and she would be there, her body was no longer listening to her brain, soon her mind would succumb to the pleasure. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 21:04:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She fell back down, now using his hands as some sort of support as her bottom half shook from the remaining pleasure he was causing her, unsure of how long they would have left but she knew, there wasn't much time.<br>"W-We...Should...Stop?"<br>Moans still escaped from her lips, much more gentle now, he body wanted to rest, to calm down...Maybe for later. She did indeed want more but she wanted to almost savour this for a while at least.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 21:45:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The female body was a beautiful thing, able to stay in a constant state of pleasure and arousal as long for long period of times until it became exhausted. Unlike the males, who had it in their genes to cum as quickly as possible. Slowing down his mouth he eventually stopped and pulled away from her dripping wet pussy. Sliding her panties off her body, he tucked it into his shirt pocket and held them.<br>"I need you to come in after class for these young lady, be careful of any sudden winds until the end of school today." <br>He grinned and helped her clean up with a few tissues from a nearby Kleenex box. Pulling her closer to his lips, he let her taste her self before he helped her off the desk and turned her around. <br>"Don't be late for class...or I might have to give you a nice spanking..."<br>His hand slid up and down her rump, sending her off to class, the lunch period was much to short today he thought. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>01-02-2009, 22:15:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Almost falling back once his hands disappeared from behind her back but this time, she regained herself. Watching him, panting still from the pleasure but she didn't care, she didn't care about anything...Not even when he took her panties off but she didn't realise. Lost in bliss.<br>"Huh...What?"<br>Only now did she realise her panties were gone and she of course knew he had them, frowning at him slightly but his kiss made it better...You could say so anyway but in the back of her mind, that voice...It was speaking. It's wrong, you shouldn't be doing this...She didn't care.<br>His touch sending shivers all over her body but she had to run, no longer could she enjoy. Bag was on her back, pushing the skirt down and all was good...So far.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>01-02-2009, 22:20:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The next two hours were hell, it took him his free period to calm himself down. When she came in after school fo her panties, he would make her make him cum one way or the other. Not sure if it was the time to take away her virginity, he would at least make her use her hands on him. <br><br>As the final bell rang, he closed the blinds in the room and lowered the lights. The moment she stepped in and closed the door it would just be the two of them. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>01-02-2009, 22:42:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She took her time to get to his room, she didn't want people to notice her. Anyway...I people saw her run, they'd know two things:<br>1. She had no panties on.<br>2. Something was going on in that classroom.<br>Opening the door she checked around, shutting it behind her quickly. No one had seen her...Not even her friends. They didn't seem to care or notice that she wasn't walking home or coming to lunch, it was saddening but great at the same time.<br>"Hello..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 08:39:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're late...young lady... step over here, and read your lesson for today..."<br>He said with a sly grin, making sure she read what he had written on the board. <br><em>How to pleasure a man lesson 1.<br>1. Undo belt buckle, zip down pants and free male's member from his pants and undergarments.<br>2. Kneel or squat before him, using a hand to stroke his length up and down.<br>3. Open mouth and slowly suckle, lick and kiss his manhood until he climaxes. <br>4. Enjoy</em><br>"Follow all the instructions...carefully...or I will make you do it over and over until you get a passing grade." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 19:59:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodded her head at him she scurried over to where he was, dropping her bag to the floor before reading;glancing over at him once she'd actually begun.<br>"How to pleasure a man lesson 1? Also...May I have my panties and what is the passing grade?"<br>Grin slowly curving over her lips once the last question was asked, but, this was quick to disappear, unsure if she would actually do it. She wanted to although, should she? Yes.<br>"...And what if I don't want to do it? Especially not over and over again...?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 20:08:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well...if you do not do as I say I will punish you...remember I am training you to become a woman...missing a lesson I will have to focus on teaching you in more strict manners."<br>He reached into his pocket and pulled out her panties, showing them to her before he hid them again. <br>"You can have them after you pass lesson 1, the passing grade is making me cum. I'll even grade what you do when we are finished..."<br>Reaching for her chin, he brought her close to him and tilted her head up to look into her eyes. <br>"Now young lady...begin."<br>His lips pressed against her for a moment, pulling away, he leaned against the white board to the side of the instructions in case she got lost during one of the steps. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 20:29:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blank throughout his words, even his kiss was nothing, not yet...Was she just playing around, acting?<br>"Hmm...I don't see how this is helping me to becoming a woman, maybe just someone whom knows how to please men or...And...Whatever."<br>Although her words she stepped closer towards him, hands reaching for his belt buckle, taking her time to undo it but this would be normal as she was looking into his eyes.<br>"So...For each thing you'll grade me? Out of what?"<br>The belt buckle was gone and the zip was down, all she had to do now was grip the pants and undergarments, pulling them down to his ankles; getting onto her knees then, looking up at him, gripping his member in her hand gently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 20:41:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well you are not the first one to suck me off, I know what a good blow job feels like, they all normally end the same way you just need to practice a lot. You are in luck I will let you practice on me all you want..." <br>He smiled as she dropped down to her knees, she defied anything she could just for attention. If that is what she wanted, he would get plenty of attention from him from now on. Observing her for now, he remained silent as she experimented with his cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 20:53:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well most likely mine will be rubbish, but I'm sure you're expecting that. May I change some things around...Hmm...Like number three? Just swapping the order it will go in?"<br>As she spoke her hand gently rubbed his manhood up and down, speed slowly increasing but she wasn't going to go too fast, she wanted him to have time to enjoy it...Afterall if she went too fast he'd probably just make her do it again, she'd already been warned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 21:08:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even if her hands were a bit clumsy and awkward, she would learn over time how to pleasure a guy enough to have him wrapped around her finger. <br>"feel free to play around with those, they are more guidelines then rules..."<br>Smiling down at her, he was eager on what she would do, once she began to get more comfortable with what she was doing. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 20:14:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Completely unsure of what to do, but the rules were surely to be played around with, switched around completely most likely...Well except for the first few.<br>"I'm sorry if I'm really rubbish..."<br>Her hands quickened but she was still gentle and soft, leaning forward to give his manhood a few kisses before licking the tip, her tongue flicking over it; speed increasing over time.<br>She was unsure if she was even doing any good but, she hoped so, she wanted to please him so much.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 19:43:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are doing well...try using your mouth a bit more, see how much you can get in your mouth..."<br>He opened his legs and held them firmly in place as she pleasured him. <br>"How does it taste? Do you like it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 22:12:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His words went into her head now and they stuck, unlike before when the'd go in one ear then out the other. About to do as he'd said but he spoke again but this time, they were questions. <br>"It tastes nice and yes I do like it otherwise, I would have stopped..."<br>A few more flicks of her tongue were placed upon his manhood before she slowly slid it into her mouth, unsure herself of how much she could take...She wanted to take it all but she doubted it. Maybe he'd help, push her...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 05:44:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What a good girl you are...you look so pretty like that look at me..."<br>He ran his hands to her head and began to guide her up and down on the shaft, gradually seeing how much she could take in her mouth. <br>"Just keep doing that...make sure you watch your teeth...I'm gonna keep pushing...if it becomes to much...let me know..."<br>His hand was not gripping the hair, in case he hit her gag reflex she would be able to pull away. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 18:13:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Knew to of course be careful with her teeth, she didn't want to cause him pain. Why would she? She wanted to please him, that's all or was there more she wanted to give?<br>More and more of him went inside of her mouth, shaft of his pumping in and out. She was unsure if she could really take any more but she tried to keep going, she wanted to please him so badly and she wanted to see him pleased.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 18:40:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Watching her face closely, he figured she was at her limit for now. Eventually he would push that limit until she was capable of deep throating his entire length. Satisfied with the progress and the innocent look and desire to please in her face, he continued to bob her head up and down and bring himself closer to his orgasm. His mouth slowly began to open as the orgasm got closer, low grunts left his lips and his hands forced her a bit more. <br>"Good girl...the way I move your head...you need to do it yourself...fuck!"<br>A wave of cum shot out of him and into her mouth.<br>"Drink it all...and get used to that taste..."<br>His hands held her head in place as he gave her the very first taste of a man's seed. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 19:03:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Struggles began to attack her as she was pushed to her limit, showing this in the fact that she wouldn't allow his shaft in any further but she kept up what she was doing, shaft moving in and out at a quickened speed; hand gently rubbing his shaft some.<br>Soon his cum was pumping into her mouth and she couldn't stop it, much taken back by the surprise for she didn't expect him to cum, not yet.<br>If she didn't drink up his cum, would he be mad at her?<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 19:28:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The orgasm had surprised him also, but the last few days of her consistent teasing had forced him to shoot a huge load. He realized she was not drinking it down, her defiance held firm, a trait he liked about her. His hands tightned on her head, she would either choke or drink, her face would not go anywhere, more continued to fill her mouth.<br>"Drink it...or I will make you suck my dick all day tomorrow during class..."<br>A grin across his face, showing her he was not joking. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 19:47:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eyes widened at his words...He wouldn't, would he? No of course not, it would get him fired and...But that face, the grin proved that what he said was no joke.<br>After a few more seconds she swallowed. It was weird, the texture, the taste...She was unsure of how to feel about it but she was happy doing this, because it was for him.<br>Swallowing as much as she could before trying to pull away, hoping he'd allow her to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 01:46:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"no no no...you need to suck every last drop out and make sure my cock is clean before you tuck me back into my pants..."<br>He hisses as she tried to end the last moments of pleasure he was feeling. <br>"I do not think I am done...but it is getting late, so finish up so we can have a little chat...over on my desk" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 22:43:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hands held her head in place, unable to move away, not until he'd been cleaned by her and her tongue. Beginning to suck on his cock a little longer, trying her best to clean it, adding a few flicks of her tongue just to finish off the job. Now would he let her head free?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 23:50:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Satisfied with what she had done, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and tucked himself in. A finger ran across her lips to push what she had missed into her mouth and he helped her up to her feet. Taking her by the hand he moved her over to the table and sat her on the edge of the seat. <br>"Did you enjoy sucking my cock?"<br>His hands parted her thighs, revealing her glistening pussy. <br>"Sure looks like you did..."<br>A finger moved up and down the dripping slit, teasing it.<br>"Do you want a release also...another one so you can walk home peacefully."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 20:14:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Almost instantly shook her head when he pushed anything she missed into her mouth, almost glaring at him but this was soon to leave as he helped her up; smile beginning to once again grace her lips.<br>"Uh...I..."<br>Unable to say much as he parted her thighs, showing her glistening pussy and she was of course shy, and she showed this with her rosy cheeks. His teasing wasn't going to go far, pushing away from his hand her head shaking.<br>"No...Not really...I think I should be on my way..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 20:23:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ok, I'll see you tomorrow then." <br>He reached into his pocket and slipped her panties over her legs and started to lift them up until they reached mid-thigh. Helping her to he feet, he let her take over from there. <br>"Since it is the weekend, I think you need to come to Saturday school...here is my address, 9am sharp, wear your uniform." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 20:31:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ok...But...I don't have a uniform. This isn't a private school...What uniform?"<br>She just stood there now confused, pulling her panties the rest of the way until they were of course in place; fixing herself up before she'd fully prepare to leave.<br>"Any why tomorrow?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 20:50:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I meant your skirt and blouse, like I ordered you to wear everyday.Actually come as you like, I might take you shopping..."<br>He smiled and rested his hands on her hips, pulling her body to him he lifted her shirt with his teeth and kissed her belly button. <br>"I want to make sure your first time is done in a nice private area, so you can enjoy it as much as I will..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 22:56:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uh...Okay, I will although you may not like what I'll wear but then again, you may do...We shall see tomorrow."<br>She was just about to leave but his hands held onto her hips, only for his teeth to grip onto her shirt, pulling it up. Giggles would leave her gentle lips although she wondered why he was doing this, even as he kissed her belly button.<br>"Um...I have to go now." <br>Not giving him much chance to respond, hand reaching out to grab her stuff before running out, possibly running home.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 00:04:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After she left, he packed up his papers and went home, spending a quite evening cleaning and making sure his nice house was in order. In the morning he woke up early, got his work out in and took a shower after breakfast. He was excited about seeing her in private today, if she showed up he was sure that he would introduce her to her womanhood very slowly and tenderly. Since he was around the house, he remained casual: a t-shirt and a pair of sweats as he watched the television and waited. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 00:21:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lazily she awoke from her bed, finding it a struggle to even move the slightest but soon she was running around like mad. Checklist of what to be done? Shower, preparing clothes, getting dressed...What else? She was sure there was more but, she couldn't think and it was nearly time to leave. A letter to her parents was advised, they were ones to lay in just like her. The letter was brief but, they wouldn't really care they never do.<br>In a matter of seconds she was running towards his house, knowing she would be some late but she was going as fast as she could.<br>Soon she was at his door, making a few knocks, trying to catch her breath. <br>Purple skinny jeans hugged her legs as she stood and waited, corset hugging onto her chest wondering if he'd like it all on but of course she'd thrown a jumper over the top to keep warm.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 00:29:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he heard the door knocked he stood up and answered the door, checking to make sure it was her first. <br>"Glad you could make it, please come in."<br>She was not wearing what he had requested but it did not matter, he did not plan on having her stay clothed for long. <br>"Why don't you come join me on the couch." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 22:00:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uh...Hello and ok..."<br>Quickly she slipped past him, hoping no one she knew saw this happening but she was sure none saw, possibly people who lived around here but...No one she knew.<br>What he said sounding more like a command than a question, although she took it as a question.<br>"Ok."<br>Taking a few steps and then sitting down upon the couch, watching him now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 22:05:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Before we start...I want to ask you something...Why exactly did you come here today, in your own words, tell me what drove you to come."<br>He shifted to sit on his side so he could look at her with a smile. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 22:40:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Huh...I came because you wanted me to, it's that simple."<br>She had only come because of that but also because she wanted to, she wanted to see him again...She enjoyed spending time with him but she would not say this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 22:45:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well we are not in school today, I intended on getting straight to buisness...but you are a very pretty girl, so I hope you are ok with just spending some time with me..." <br>He smiled and wrapped his hands around her, shifting her in her seat so she could sit against his chest, flipping the channels on the television. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LastResort</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 00:05:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What exactly was the business you intended on doing? I still don't get how I'm pretty but, I'm not gonna argue because I know I'll lose, and, I'm ok with that..."<br>She hadn't much else time to react before his arms were wrapped around her but, she didn't care and she sat againts his chest, leaning into him you could say.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: School Hour Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 04:24:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are a very pretty young lady...do not say anything negative about yourself..." <br>Ignoring the question, he brushed her hair to the side and brought his lips down on her neck, kissing her slowly. Both arms wrapped around her body, holding her closer, tucking underneath her breasts as he moved along to her shoulder. 
			</dd>
		</dl>
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