ONE

"So what exactly are you saying, Mr. S?" I asked, annoyed. First, my math teacher said I had to meet him after school, then the man made wait an hour before he decided to show up. Everyone had gone home, and I was stuck in school having a chat with this middle-aged tightass.

At this rate I was going to be late to Maegan's party.

Mr. Matthew Steele pushed up his glasses and flipped through my exam paper. "What I'm saying, Ms. Halliwell," he said, looking up at me. "Is that I'm going to have to give you a C on your test. Unfortunately, that will bring your grade this semester down to a B+."

"You can't be serious," I said. "I've never had anything lower than an A on anything."

"Unfortunately, there is a first time for everything and -"

"That's bull," I said.

He frowned. "I beg your pardon?"

I rolled my eyes. "The whole 'there's a first time for everything' is silly, don't you think? I mean, how many people do you know have run the bulls in Pamplona in their lifetime? Gone to war? Knitted a sweater?"

Mr. Steele sighed. "That's just an expression, Ms. Halliwell."

"Fine. Whatever. Just tell me how I can make it up."

"You can't."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"That was the final test. There aren't any other exams you can take to get your grade back to an A."

"That is unacceptable." I got up from my seat and put my hands on top of his desk, facing him with the most outraged expression I could muster. "My father never accepted failure in his life, and neither will I."

"That's enough of the histrionics, Ms. Halliwell," he said, leaning back on his chair. His eyes gravitated involuntarily to my cleavage before he realized what he was doing and looked away.

I smirked inwardly. My outfit today had a pretty low neckline, I admit. I've been getting filthy stares from every boy I ran into all day. Even old Mr. Evers from Chemistry class nearly scorched his shirt sleeve on the bunsen burner, so engrossed with ogling my chest. All things considered, getting ogled by Matthew Steele wasn't so bad. The man was forty, but still hot. Maegan said he goes to her nanny's gym. I could imagine him being pretty ripped under those ugly tweed suits he wears.

However, hot or not, there was no way he was getting away with giving me a B in Calculus.

"Oh, so if I'm a boy, I'm outraged, and if I'm a girl, it's histrionics? You're pretty sexist, Mr. S."

"I beg your pardon?" He leaned forward, hands on his desk. He looked angry.

"You heard me. I'm reporting you for sexist behavior towards me."

Mr. Steele stood up, fuming. "Go ahead! You spoiled Manhattan girls think you can get anything you want, don't you?"

"See?" I said. "You tell boys not to let anything get in the way of getting what they want, but when a girl does the same thing, she's spoiled? You're totally sexist. Admit it!"

"Men don't throw a fit when they don't get what you want," he said. "You're nothing but a spoiled brat who needs a good spanking."

"So what if I am?" I said, leaning forward. That's right, get a good look at my tits, you perv, I thought as I saw him glance at my cleavage again. "It's not like you have the balls to do anything about it." I smiled at him mockingly.

"Don't test me, Taylor," Mr. Steele said in a low voice. He was breathing heavily, and sweat had started to form his forehead.

"Or what? You'll hit me?" I laughed and rolled my eyes. My family had been donating a ton of money to Haliston Academy for years - ever since I was in pre-school. Its library was named after my Grandfather. I could get away with anything in this school.

He didn't speak for a long time, and I just stood there, leaning on his desk. My eyes dared him to do something he'd regret.

Then he took his jacket off. I could see his biceps bulge under the tight shirt he was wearing under it. His chest looked pretty good too.

"I warned you," he growled. To my surprise, he grabbed both my wrists and dragged me towards him over his desk.

"Hey!" I cried out, more shocked than hurt. My chest slammed down hard on his desk, but before I could react, he'd yanked my arms behind me and pinned my wrists down against my back with one hand.

"Get off me you freak!" I screamed, struggling as hard as I could.

Mr. Steele said nothing.

I felt the skirt of dress roughly pulled up above my waist. His hand rested on my ass for a moment, his palm rubbing against my butt cheeks. Then he hooked his finger on the waistband of my thong and slowly pulled my underwear down my thighs.

"Stop it!" I yelled. "I'll have you arrested for this, you sick fuck!"

Whack. His hand came down hard on my ass.

It hurt like hell.

"No!" Tears of anger welled in my eyes. He can't do this to me, I thought. I'm Taylor Halliwell. No one hits-

Whack.

I felt my ass explode with red hot pain. I chocked back a sob.

"Now will you promise to behave?" Mr. Steele said, his voice cold.

"Fuck you," I snarled.

"Is that another challenge, Taylor?"

My eyes grew wide when I realized what he meant.

"No!" I screamed.

Like I was nothing more than a limp doll, he turned me around and pulled me toward the edge of his desk until my legs dangled over it.

I struggled harder against his grip, but he twisted my arms until I screamed in pain.

"I'm going to let go of your arms now, Taylor," he said calmly. "But if you move from that position, I'll make sure to break something next time. Do you understand?"

I bit my lip, trying not to cry.

He grabbed my hair and yanked it back hard. "Yes! Yes!" I screamed. "I understand!"

He let go of my hair, and soon, he let go of my wrists as well, positioning them to lay on the desk above my head.

I tried not to move as I stood there bent over his desk, my naked ass in the air. Even when I heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, I kept still, afraid of what he would do to me if I disobeyed him.

"Do you like Gilbert and Sullivan, Ms. Halliwell?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"Then you've heard that song they wrote about letting the punishment fit the crime, haven't you?"

I gulped. "Yes, sir."

"You, my dear, have not been properly punished for your bad behavior," he said. "As your teacher, I would be remiss in my duty if I did not discipline you." He rubbed my naked behind languidly with both his hands. "Do you agree?"

"But Mr. S- Ahhh!" I yelped as he inserted two fingers into my pussy.

"I said: Do you agree?" He stroked my insides with his fingers so hard I had to bite back a moan.

"Yessir!"

"Good... good..." he murmured. "If you accept your punishment without complaints, perhaps I'll go easy on you."

"T-t-thank you, sir."

Whack.

His leather belt connected with my butt with a sharp sound. It hurt so much, I screamed louder than ever before.

"Shhhh," he whispered. "I really don't enjoy hurting you, Taylor. I don't. But you have to be taught a lesson. So I'll give you a choice." He rubbed my ass cheeks tenderly.

"Y-y-yes?"

"Pleasure or pain?"

"I don't understand," I whimpered.

"It's simple, my dear." He thumbed my clit roughly. "I'm giving you the simple choice to either let me fuck you or let me spank you."