I’ve always gotten the best results from my students. Dedication. Discipline. Focus. But you… you’ve been distracted. I saw the way your eyes lingered on my lips, how your breath quickened when I leaned over your desk. That bulge in your underwear didn’t go unnoticed. You thought I wouldn’t see? You thought I wouldn’t care? But I do. Because now, you’re mine to correct. I gave you a choice, leave forever or let me teach you how to behave. You chose wisely. On my command, you took out your dick, trembling, hard, so eager for my attention. And I watched. Every twitch. Every pulse. As I told you exactly how to stroke yourself, long, slow, firm, just like I said. Your hips wanted to buck, didn’t they? But you held still. Because you knew, I control you now. I made it harder by peeling off my blouse, then my skirt. Letting you see what you’ve been fantasising about. My legs crossed slowly, my gaze never leaving yours. You were desperate. Your balls tightened, your cock glistened with pre-cum and still, you waited. For my permission. When I finally commanded you to cum for me, you exploded. All over yourself. All for me. So obedient. So beautifully ruined. And now? You’re not just my student anymore, you’re mine. And I’m so proud of you. This is only the beginning. Are you ready to learn your next lesson?