Making The Grade by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Making The Grade by loyalsock

The school was empty as 18-year-old Sharon sat alone in her English Lit class, awaiting the return of her teacher, Mr. Smyth. It being a Friday, the school emptied even quicker than usual, and Sharon,herself! pretty 5 foot 7 blonde senior, doubted anyone, from students to faculty, were still around. Perhaps some administrators in the main office downstairs, but here on the third floor it was as empty and quiet as a tomb. She was also in danger of not graduating, since she was holding a solid F in this class. She'd been able to use her looks and charm to get decent grades in her other classes, but Mr. Smyth was a tough nut to crack. All she could do was sit at her desk, stare at the clock, and figure out a way to get her grade up. After almost 20 minutes Mr. Smyth returned. Sharon eyed him with disdain. Mr. Smyth was a stuffy old-school (some would say &#034old&#034) sort of teacher, always complaining about how today's youth was spoiled from having too much and not getting enough discipline, or as he called it &#034proper discipline.&#034 Short and fat with weird hair, and some odd English accent, he gave off the air of an old time British professor with a condescending and narcissistic attitude. His deep breathing made him sound creepy, like some perverted old lech. All in all there was absolutely nothing attractive about this guy. Sharon didn't even want to be in the same room with him, let alone the same room in an empty school. He closed the door behind him and sat at ...

... his desk. He said nothing as he shuffled through some paper. All Sharon could do was sit. And wait. And wait. And wait... Finally Mr. Smyth spoke. &#034Now young lady, about your grade.&#034 She was about to say something but he quickly hushed her. &#034I can't understand how you are doing acceptable in your other classes, but pulling an F in mine. I should think you don't like me, or even respect me. I take very serious offense to this.&#034 With a grunt he lifted his portly self off his chair and stood at the head of the class. She watched as he rolled a pen between his pudgy fingers. &#034And quite frankly the problem is all too obvious with your generation. What you all needed while growing up was proper discipline to teach you to respect we figures of authority. Instead you got iPhones and big screen TVs.&#034 Sharon tried her damnedest to look interested. Mr. Smyth continued. &#034In my day we were taught to respect our elders, especially our educators. And if we didn't (he emphasized the word &#034didn't&#034) were could expect a proper discipline in the form of a good paddling.&#034 He turned and sat down at his desk. Leaning forward, Mr. Smyth stared right at Sharon. &#034I've decided that enough is enough. It is high time I make an example of one of you delinquents, and that someone is you. You will fail this class, you will not graduate, and you will be left back. I will speak to the office first thing Monday morning.&#034 Sharon was aghast. Not graduating was bad ...