Hello! So no it's not a new fictions, it's actually being reuploaded on my account. I don't know what happened but I accidentally deleted it, but anyway, i've edited it and posted a book cover ( lame I know it's hard to picture a good female for dougie, but it's actually Nina Agdal with a fringe haha ) and the first chapter is slightyly shorter than the other, because the ''detention'' will be on the second chapter :) enjoy!)
It was already past eight o'clock when Leanne Douglas Poynter, Dougie to her friends, finally woke up, making a quick jump in the shower before putting on her skirt over her pretty little round buttocks and wearing his average elegantly messy hair bun then left her house in order not to be late as the first course was English and she did not really want to antagonize Mr. Judd.
Two months have passed since Mr. Harold Judd arrived at St. Constance High for Girls and already it was possibly the only topic of conversation of every girl of the school. What fools they were to hire a man, moreover that was as beautiful, muscular, se ... No. Dougie hasn't fallen into the same trap that those girls are in. She was not Lesbian, no, but he was old! And probably married! And he's her school teacher!
However, Mr. Judd was one of the teachers with most disciplines to his task that he had finally acquired a certain respect for the students of SCG. One mistake, even the smallest of missteps in the classroom or in front of him and he sent you to detention. Even his most loyal admirers didn't even try to bother him. Dougie thought it was probably not as bad as they said, until that day, the one where she realized that it was the aptitude test and they had to come at 7:30, not 8:45.
Miss Poynter. What a surprise my dear. Go to your ... Hum ... Place and you'll stay there when the bell will ring.
He said this while biting his lip as he so often used to do, and while heading to her place, she ignored all the sidelong glances and whispers of her peers when she jumped violently when his teacher slapped the rule on his desk,
Silence! It's a god damn test! Not a recess!
Biting the side of her thumb, Dougie saw that this simple ruler had suddenly woken up in her stomach something much more powerful and not as she thought buried so deep in her stomach, secretly imagining that the ruler that is held in his hands was going to crash, not on the desktop but on her pretty little round buttocks when he corrected her for the delay. She then had a chill, it was not the first time she thought about Mr. Judd, that way, but she refused to think about it again saying to herself that it was her teacher, probably married and he was too old. But it was so damn hard!
Slipping her hand between her thighs and biting the inside of her left cheek, she tries to imagine some things a little less ... Exciting, she tried to concentrate on her test but her eyes deviated slowly to her teacher who was sitting on his desk reading a paper, then she had the leisure to look a little more at him. The polo shirt he wore was open just enough to let spread a little bit of his chest hair out a bit of his chest. The polo squarely molded his abs well, suggesting that Harold was doing some fitting sessions. His muscles were being valued by his barely tanned skins. He wore dark jeans that probably concealed a long, beautiful cock.
Biting the tip of her pencil, Dougie tried not to squirm in her chair, feeling but just enough that the fabric of her panties was soaked wet. She cursed, she doesn't have the right to think about her teacher in this way! In addition she would not be able to relieve herself in the toilet after because she had to stay with him for her detention hours. Ugh. It's not going to be easy.
R&R please?