1. Layla


    Date: 10/12/2014, Categories: Anal, Author: sweet_as_candy, Rating: 38, Source: LushStories

    called as placed her assignment on her desk. Sighing, she glanced at the front page. The bold red ink stood out, ‘See me,’ was all it read. Obviously, her less than discreet sexting in class last week, hadn’t done her much good when the assignment had been set. She knew her mother would be pissed at her again and with her best friend’s seventeenth birthday party coming up, stopping her allowance again, was not an option. Pushing the paper aside, Layla turned her attention back to the vibrant summer fields. ‘ Fuck, how am I gonna get out of this,’ she thought. *** The shrill of the bell rang out. “The bell does not dismiss you, I dismiss you,” yelled Mr. Richmond above the noisy students as he sat behind his large oak desk. The settling students remained seated. Layla glanced at the teacher who continued to read the papers as the silence descended upon the classroom. “You may now be dismissed,” he stated, affirming his authority. He did not lift his head from the information he was reading as the students bustled out of the classroom door. Layla waited for the classroom to empty before she attempted to approach Mr. Richmond. His glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as he looked down at the page before him. The grey flecks, more prominent against the once rich chocolate tone of his cropped hair, reminded Layla that he was old enough to be her father as she steadily walked toward his desk. “Yes, Layla?” he sighed, removing his glasses before folding them and placing them ...
    down. The masculine scent of his musky aftershave lingered in the air as she tentatively stood at the opposite side of his desk. “Well, Sir. You’d written on my work to see you. I figured I’ve got a free period now…” “Why are you wasting my time, Layla?” Mr. Richmond interrupted, folding his arms over his broad chest. His large silver watch contrasted against the black cotton material of his shirt. “Wasting…?” Layla responded; a little perplexed. “But, Sir you asked me to see you.” “You know this wouldn’t be necessary Layla, if you paid attention in my lessons. Your attitude is not one that I expect from the students I teach. I’d imagine your parents would be disappointed with this result. So, again, I’ll ask you, why are you wasting your time and more importantly mine?” The tone of his voice was sharp and impatient. It was a side of her tutor that she had not seen before. “The task you set was too difficult, Sir,” she stumbled. Layla was used to bending the truth when it came to getting her own way but Mr. Richmond caught her off guard. It was the first thing that entered her head. He stared at her, shaking his head in disbelief. “That’s where I don’t believe you, Layla. Your previous results show your ability. Your decision to fail is yours alone. You didn’t even attempt to complete the task.” Layla nervously clasped her hands behind her back. Her ample chest filled out her cotton school shirt. He could see the strain of the buttons holding the material in place. She fidgeted ...
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