My geography teacher, Mr. Yocum, is weird. He's old and a little too touchy feely with the students at my high school. He likes to pull my hair lightly or puts his hand on my back while talking to me. He has a nick name made by the students. We call him Stroke 'em Yocum and lucky me I have detention with him today. JUST ME!!
I walked into his classroom after school is over and picked the seat in front of his desk. I'm wearing my tight jeans with black wedged fuzzy boots. My long brown hair resting on my back.
Mr. Yocum walks into the room and strolls over to my desk. "Well, what did you do to get your self stuck in here Amanda?" Of course he places his hand on my back while talking to me.
"I had to many tardies to first period." I'm in the prime of my life. A senior in high school. Just turned 19 a month ago. Why should I be punished for being late.
He rubs my back with his hand. "Well that's not good. I didn't think you were ever late." He walks over to his desk and has a seat. "Well let the hour began."
I sat there for a while because I had nothing to do. Then I started texting my boyfriend. He sent me dirty text messages about how much he wanted my body and he wanted to pop my cherry. Bite my nipples and make me scream.
I was so caught up in the messages I didn't realize Mr. Yocum had left his desk and was standing behind me reading my messages.
"That does not seem appropriate for school missy." He snatches up my phone and looks through all my texts. Then he sets it down and grabs my arm. Standing me up and leading me to his desk.
"I'll teach you what's appropriate for school and what's not." He swipes all the stuff off his desk and bends me over it. Then reaching around my waist unbuttons my jeans and slides them down my legs to the floor. I try to push him away. Squirming against the desk but he is a strong old man. I can't get away.
