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At 6:20 AM the cold air nipped at my skin, causing me to miss the warm comfort of my own bed which I’d been hiding in for the last two weeks while school was out on break. Was it really already time to come back? I wasn’t ready.

I always came early, just so that I could go over my already prepared daily lesson plans because although I was still mistaken for a high school student… I was not one. I was a high school English teacher, teaching senior students. It was frustrating to walk in to a classroom filled with kids that were often taller than you. At 5’2 plenty of students towered over me.

“Ms. Taylor.” The smooth voice scared the shit out of me and I jumped, biting my bottom lip out of habit. I wasn’t ready to be around people, let alone high school boys with their raging hormones.

“Mr. Urie, why are you here so early?” Brendon was anything but an overachiever, though I guess he did excel when it came to getting in girls’ pants. He had a reputation that even reached the teacher’s and I cringed thinking about it. I’d seen him in action more than once and he was smooth as honey, with a body that was a sin in itself. He was much too attractive for a high school student, but that attraction thankfully faded for me every single time he opened his big mouth.

“I wanted some help with an assignment actually.” Brendon flashed one of his award winning smiles and I had to remind myself not to melt.

“Oh? I don’t recall giving any assignments over break.” I waited for him to explain to me what this assignment was, supposedly. In reality I knew there was no assignment, and if there was… Then Brendon would be the first to forget.

“Can we go in? I’m going to need to find it. It’s somewhere in my backpack.” Brendon smiled again, and with the way his eyes burned through me I could tell that he knew I was attracted to him. Who wasn’t? His confidence soared but with reason. He was the type of attractive that no one could deny. He fit all types, and he definitely didn’t look like a teenage boy. He looked like a … man.

I licked my lips and nodded, pushing through the door. The school building generally opened at 6 AM, and closed at 6 PM. I took advantage of that when I needed to because honestly, sometimes I just needed to clear my mind. Work helped with that. I liked to sit at my desk and grade assignments, going over lesson plans. It was… relaxing.

“You look really good Ms. Taylor, been working out over vacation?” Brendon smirked, and I could practically feel his eyes undressing me as we walked towards my classroom together.

“No more than regular.” I shrugged, “How was your vacation Mr.Urie?” I stressed his name, and remained as professional as I could. I wouldn’t let some brat get under my skin.

“How much is regular?” Brendon rushed ahead suddenly, pulling open the classroom door for me. “And mine was fantastic.” He winked, “But it’s just going to get better from here on out.” That seemed to… foreshadow how our chat was going to go but I attempted to ignore the warning in his words.

An hour a day of working out, but he didn’t need to know that. “Thank you.” I walked in ahead of him, setting my binder down upon my desk. Brendon walked in after me, walking purposely to the desk closest to my own desk. “So, this assignment?” I prompted, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with the situation.

“Relax Ms. Taylor; I need to get it out of my backpack.” He slowly unzipped his backpack, watching me with hooded eyes. What was he thinking, and what was this damn assignment? And why was I so frustrated?

I remained calm on the outside, curiously waiting.

As Brendon rummaged, without even really looking, he spoke casually. “So, is Taylor your name? It seems like a first name more than a last name.”

“No, Taylor is my last name.”

“What is your first?” His eyebrow rose as he clutched on to something. It was a plain envelope. Did he actually have something? I really could not recall setting an assignment. I wasn’t that tired, was I? I knew I needed a break but surely not that badly. And I just needed a break from life, not from teaching. I was new to teaching! I couldn’t need a break from something I’d barely started.

“Just stick with Ms. Taylor please.” I replied, attempting to be kind.

“What is your first name?” Brendon pressed, leaning closer to me.

I said nothing, watching his face carefully. What was this about? He leaned over, pressing his lips against my ear gently. I was too shocked to move away. “If I were you I’d tell me your name. I don’t like having to repeat myself and I already have.” He hissed, before pulling away and handing me the plain envelope. “I was just wondering if you’d look these over for me. They are actually for you. I have plenty of copies… I just wanted to know if they were… shocking enough.”

I silently opened the envelope, a sense of dread overcoming me. Brendon had flirted before and that was okay but now… Right now… he seemed deadly. I had the feeling that I was his prey and I didn’t like that, I didn’t like that at all.

I didn’t make it past the first picture as a gasp fell from my lips, the envelope falling to the floor in between us. How?

I could hear the smile in Brendon’s voice, even though I wasn’t looking at him. I was too horrified to make eye contact. “So?” He casually prompted the earlier question.

“Christian.” I mumbled. “My first name is Christian.”

Brendon laughed; it was a deep amused laugh. He was laughing because of how uncomfortable he was making me! “Christian Taylor? How…very fitting for a teacher at a Catholic private school.”

“What are you going to do with these?” I glanced down at the pictures that had fallen free. They were very graphic… and of me. I was a stripper before I was a teacher, and a damn good one. It wouldn’t matter that the job was to support my education as I attempted to become a teacher… it wouldn’t matter that I quit that job before I accepted this one, if the school board saw the photo’s I would be… done for. My career would be gone, and with it my entire future. I couldn’t imagine the outcome being very good, as hopes for any other teaching job would probably be limited with the review from this one. This was my first year teaching. I couldn’t lose this. It was the first real thing that mattered in my life. All I had was my job.

“Well… I started off by jacking off to them.” I winced at the crude term, ‘Jacking off’. How was I supposed to react to that? Brendon rubbed the front of his jeans, winking in my direction suggestively. “And well… Now I’m considering other options. I’m sure plenty of my classmates wouldn’t mind having something so… close to home for jack off material as well, and there is always the option of going to the school board with it… They sure love scandals like this.”

I felt my cheeks heat immediately. The idea of teenage boys jacking off to my pictures was nauseating yet so very hot. What was wrong with me? “It was before they hired me.” I tried to make my voice tough but I failed miserably.

Brendon grinned shamelessly, “This is a Catholic school sweetheart; when have Catholic’s ever really been fair?”

“I-“ I swallowed hard around the lump in my throat, “What do you want /Brendon?/” I hissed his name out with as much hate as I could.

“I rather like being called Mr. Urie… Christian.” Oh god, I hated him. In that moment I absolutely hated him, even though I knew I shouldn’t. He was a child. Though… he wasn’t much younger than me, not really. I was still the adult! Keep calm.

“Well, Mr. Urie… I have to look over my lesson plans. You’re more than welcome to sit here, if you’re going to go over actual school work… Or you could leave.” Please leave.

“We still have a lot to talk about.” Brendon’s voice was as smooth as fucking honey, as usual. “Like um… How about the way your nipples stand at attention in this picture?” Who had taken these pictures? “Or the way you’re bent over in this one… revealing that you’re not wearing any panties under your short skirt. Aww, and you’re all shaved! It’s so adorable.” My cheeks grew hotter.

“I’d rather not talk about the past.”

“But we talk about it all the time in class Christian. Shakespeare and all of those other assholes? Yeah, they are all from the past, kind of like this provocative picture of you blowing the camera a kiss.” Oh, fuck.

“Please Brendon. This isn’t very appropriate at school. I’d be more than happy to talk about Shakespeare or any other old asshole but I’m not willing to discuss these pictures, or my own personal past.” I was being clear, wasn’t I?

“Okay, I see.” Brendon shook his head, frowning. “I guess I can understand your reasoning though and you’re completely right. I should just take these directly to the school counselor. I’ll pass around the rest of the copies as well, just so every other student gets the same pleasure I got. I mean, it wouldn’t be fair to keep them from everyone, would it? They are really quite delightful.” Oh god, no.

I tried to keep a straight face, hoping that he was bluffing.

“Those ones are yours.” Brendon said, grinning toothily. He grabbed his backpack, quickly zipping it back up. “See you later Ms. Taylor, you know unless the school board kicks you out before 3rd period.”

“Wait!” I barely got the word out before Brendon stepped from my classroom. With a huge smile he retreated, shutting and locking the door behind him. I watched with growing apprehension as he slid the blinds closed, leaving us all alone. I glanced towards the cameras, feeling my dread grow. I knew they didn’t record anything with them. They’d never had actual reason to. They were just for show and they usually kept everything running smoothly.

Not today.

When Brendon looked at me again his eyes were full of lust, the emotion blowing through me, leaving me trembling. “Undress. I want to see it all close up.”

“W-what?” What the hell? No way!

“Now.” Brendon snapped; tone suddenly dead serious. “I told you; I don’t like repeating myself. I think you’ve earned yourself a spanking.” Spanking? What?

Before I could think my actions through I was unbuttoning my white blouse, with trembling fingers. I fumbled multiple times and it felt like forever had passed before my shirt was falling open, revealing my lacy pink bra. Brendon’s eyes were trained on my body and I felt like I was on display for more than just one person. The pressure was getting to me, and tears built behind my eyes. I wouldn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. He was just a student. “Brendon- the cameras.” I reminded him, hoping he didn’t know that they weren’t recording anything.

“They aren’t recording. You know that.” Brendon snapped, frowning. “The count is rising.” The count?

I reached behind me, unsnapping my bra. It took a few seconds but then I pushed it to the ground, still wearing my shirt, it was just open in the front. Brendon yawned, drawing it out. He looked annoyed. I felt my heart sink. Did I not look as good as I used to? And why on earth did I want to please this teenage dirtbag?

I was wearing a knee-length grey skirt, which I loved. It was comfortable and yet sensible. “Just the panties.” Brendon directed.

I blushed, hard.

“Now.” He glared.

“I- I’m not wearing underwear.” How humiliating.

A smile blossomed upon Brendon’s face. “You aren’t?” He was surprised.

I shook my head, mouth suddenly dry. “Laundry day.” It really was.

Brendon rolled his eyes, “Sure. The shirt is still on.”

“I-“ I swallowed hard, “Please… Please may I keep it on… Mr. Urie?” I tried to play it up, to get him to allow me to keep the shirt on. It was hard to ask for permission in this area. It seemed so… wrong, so fucking naughty, and somehow so completely hot. Again, what was wrong with me?

Brendon grinned, “Sure Christian. I’ll allow that small favor, since you’re so fucking hot.”

I had to fight the smile that wanted to spread across my face. I was hot? Even though Brendon was a student… That still meant something, coming from him.

“Bend over the table, and lift your skirt.” Brendon instructed suddenly, causing concern to flood through me.

“What?” I couldn’t keep the panic from my voice, “What are you going to do?”

“I told you already.” Brendon snapped, pushing me in the direction of my desk. I stumbled but continued walking, nervous. “I’m going to spank you. I don’t like repeating myself. It’s just like teaching a fucking dog. When you do something I don’t like then you will be punished and eventually you’ll get it right, I guarantee it.” Like teaching a dog? Asshole!

I am not a damn dog…

“Please don’t.” I pleaded, too nervous to bend over the desk.

“I won’t raise the count but I will raise the circumstances.” Brendon warned. “I was just going to spank you with my hand but now you’re getting my belt.” He began playing with his belt and my worry grew. A belt? That sounded fucking painful.

“Please no. I’m sorry I made you repeat yourself. I’ll- I’ll bend over now just please… Please just your hand?” This was humiliating.

“Beg for it.” Brendon raised an eyebrow, as he waited impatiently.

Beg for it? Oh no… “Please spank me- with your hand- Mr. Urie.” The words were hard to spit out but I managed a convincing tone and hoped for the best, horrified with the fact that I was begging a student to spank me.

“As you wish.” Brendon smiled smugly, “Bend over the desk, skirt up.”

I hesitated but one look at him told me not to disobey and I gently lowered myself on to the cold desk. I was on my tip toes and I raised my skirt, nervously waiting. Please be gentle.

How was this happening?

I jumped as Brendon’s hand roughly grabbed my exposed ass, and then he gently caressed it, letting me wait in agony. I’d never before been spanked. Would it hurt? It made me feel like an errant child, though it was horribly sexual… making it so much worse.

Brendon’s hand was suddenly gone and I waited, apprehension coursing through my body. His hand against my bare skin was accentuated by a sharp slapping noise, filling the air. Please don’t let anyone hear that! The first hit made me think that maybe it wouldn’t hurt too badly. It was the noise more than anything that got to me.

It wasn’t until the fourth slap that I realized I was gritting my teeth, tears flowing down my face. He was getting gradually rougher with his sharp hits, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to take much more.

Please stop!

Brendon suddenly stopped and I nearly let out a breath of relief but then his hand travelled between my legs, pushing them open. I went still as his fingers found my moist secret- I was kind of enjoying this… How could I? I slammed my legs closed, accidently catching his hand. “Spread them.” Brendon commanded, tone cold.

I refused.

With Brendon’s free hand he hit me again, harder than all of the other slaps combined. I cried out, spreading my legs wide. “I’m sorry.” I gasped; cheek still stinging.

He hit me three more times, though thankfully it was a lot gentler. “Are you going to listen now?”

“Yes! Please.” I cried out.

“Please?”

“Please don’t hit me anymore.” I couldn’t stop the fear from filing my voice.

Brendon’s hands both pulled away completely. “I’m sorry.” He suddenly muttered.

I reluctantly moved out of position, turning to look at him. He was blushing and looked… embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, if I did.”

If he did? Of course he fucking did! I didn’t know what to say though. I didn’t want him to hit me again, and he had the upper hand in this situation.

“I get angry when people deny me.” Oh, lovely. “Again, I’m sorry.” He leaned forward and it took every ounce of energy within me to stay in place. Surprisingly he gently wiped the tears from my face though, kissing where they’d been.

I was so confused.

He was being so nice now.

“Am I forgiven?” He looked so innocent now, whereas he’d been so full of dark rage just moments before.

I nodded, nervously.

“Good. You have lesson plans to work on, right? Get to work.” He winked, “I’ll see you third period.” And just like that he was walking out of my classroom.

I couldn’t think. The lesson plan was a blur and I wondered if I’d even be able to talk when students filed in to my first period class. I was a nervous mess, barely able to even pull my bra back on and button my shirt.

Everyone would see right through me.

Oh, and my ass hurt.

A lot.