The Rules of Detention - Sex Stories

The Rules of Detention

18 year old Derek sat in the middle of a semi-full daytime classroom. He was tired of his bitch teacher assigning twenty pages of homework every night. She always acted like she was up on some high horse. He glanced at his classmates around him, who most were scrambling to get their homework completed before the teacher walked in. He hated that the homework was becoming a problem with his ability to play football. His coach told him that unless he got his grades up, he would soon find himself benched until they got up to a B average. He didn't take his teacher seriously. This was her first year as a teacher, and she had no experience in a teaching setting. She wasn't too much older than the rest of his senior class. He wouldn't have doubted that she went straight to college after high school and went straight into teaching. He didn't like being bossed by a 25 year old who called herself a 'teacher'. He pulled out his phone and started playing games on it. Miss Felicia Lorraine walked into her classroom, holding a cup of coffee in one hand and her purse in the other. She watched the scrambling students and cleared her throat loudly to indicate her presence. Some students looked happy with the final result of their homework. Others were pale faced. And then there was Derek, sitting in the middle of the room with not a care in the world. Her eyebrow raised when she saw the phone in his hand. “Mr. Mason,” she said. All the students eyes flew back to him. He didn't care enough ...

... to look up. His attention was elsewhere. “Mister... Mason,” she said again with a stern tone. Derek flopped the phone on his desk after failing a level of Angry Birds. He looked up at his young teacher who stood five foot three inches. She looked more like the girls in his school.“What do you want?” he asked, almost bothered at her annoying pestering. After placing her items on her desk, Felicia walked to the middle desk of the classroom and held her hand out. “Phone, now,” she demanded. Derek scoffed and looked away briefly. He looked down at his desk and pushed the phone towards her. Felicia snatched the phone off the desk. “You can have this back-” Derek waved his hands in front of her, interrupting her sentence. “Yeah, yeah. After class, I know,” he said. She scoffed at his arrogance. “No. You can have it back after detention,” she said. She turned to head back up to the front of the classroom. Derek stood up from his seat. “I have football practice after school,” he argued. Felicia turned back to him and shook her head. “Then I guess I'll have to explain to your coach why his quarterback isn't showing up for practice” “I'll get kicked off the team if I have detention again,” he said, almost angry that she wasn't listening to him. “Then you should have thought about that before being a rebel,” she said. She opened her desk drawer and put the phone in it. She then turned to face the dry erase board. “Fuckin' bitch,” he muttered, sulking into his seat. “I heard that,” she ...