Chris Everwood leaned back in his chair and stared out the window of Fullerton College. Chris loved his job mainly because this was a school for girl's only and had strict rules to keep the students in line. This saved him from a lot of stress and provided an excellent view a majority of the time.
It was the first class of the semester, a new group of incoming girls for Chris to teach and gaze at of course. He watched as the girls began to enter his classroom and immediately noticed one girl in particular. Her name was Sara; she was 18 and had long dark hair and a very nice body. She was 5'1'' with a perfect 36 C chest and curves in all the right places. She was wearing the regulation school uniform, a knee length grey skirt that all the girls loved to move higher, a white top that buttoned down the front and white knee highs.
It was going to be a hard class to get through with Sara sitting right in the front row. As Chris lectured the class he tried not staring too much at Sara but with the extra buttons she had left open it was a tough feat. Little did he know that Sara would be harder to handle then he could ever imagine.
After class was over Chris made it a point to speak with Sara about her attire. "Sara could you stay for a minute, I'd like to speak with you."
"Sure, what's up?" Sara questioned.
Chris walked over and closed the door after the other students left the room. "Sara you know we have strict rules here." Chris said.
"Umm I know what am I doing wrong?" She asked.
After a short pause Chris said, "You... need to finish buttoning your shirt."
"Why, what's wrong with it," Sara shot back.
"Sara, you just need to follow the rules," Chris said as he sat down in his chair behind his desk. "Please take a seat Sara," he continued.
She walked over and promptly sat on his desk. Chris looked at her wide eyed as she spoke, "There is nothing wrong with my shirt, that's a dumb rule and I hate these buttons they are impossible to work."
"Maybe you can help me with the buttons," Sara remarked as she innocently parted her thighs and gave Chris a view of her not so innocent black lacy thong.
Dumbfounded Chris snapped back to attention and stated, "You just need to follow the rules or punishment may be required. "What are you going to do spank me?" she snapped.
Before he could speak she hopped off the desk and flipped the back of her skirt up at Chris. "Come on, spank my ass," She said while shaking her ass in his face.
Chris could not help but stare at her perfect ass wondering what he should do. Sooner than he could speak Sara grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her ass. His hand lingered a little too long while he tried to think of something to say.
