You know my friends used to say I was a real bad ass in high school. Probably cause of all the times I used to fight any one who crossed me or cause of the way I’d always smart off to the teachers. I tell you that so you can get a better understanding of the story I’m bout to tell you. It was my Senior Year. And I was flunkin’ only one class (surprisingly). It was English. Ms. Hannah was the teacher. And man, she was a blonde bomb shell. She musta stood at least 5 foot 9. She was 36 years old. She had a perfect set of tits and an ass that’d make any gay man turn straight. And with a slim waist and green eyes completed her amazing looks. And to top all that off she was a Milf. (Hell Yeah!) She had two kids, but no husband. Me and my friends used to contemplate as to why her husband would leave such a fine piece of ass. (I found out the answer to that question later on). Anyways though, on with the story, the real story. I was in Ms. Hannah’s English class one Friday. Bored as fuck and really not into the ton of work she was throwin’ on us. I turned to my friend Josh and said, “Man, this bitch is murderin’ us with all this damn work.” He laughed, a little too audible (I hated him at first for his loud ass, but thanked him later on). “Well, care to share what is so funny, Mr. Hinson?” said Ataşehir Escort Ms. Hannah. And of course me being the bad ass had to be an ass, “Yeah, I was just tellin’ my classmate how you is murderin’ us with all this DAMN work.” That got a loud out roar from the class and a very pissed Ms. Hannah. “Well, Mr. Hinson since you find this work so laborious, you may remove yourself from the class.” I grunted and got up. As I was walking past her I mumbled “Bitch.” “Well, Mr. Hinson, you can now extend your stay in detention and spend another hour with this bitch.” She said. I turned around and stared at her jaw-dropped. Now, I’ve heard teachers cuss before, but it was just something about her that put me in this stupor. “What’s wrong Jamey? You had so much to say at first, but now you’re speechless?” she said with a smile on her face and a hand on her hip. I just glared at her then walked out the room. The bell rung signaling the end of class. I went back into Ms. Hannah’s room to collect my things. As I was walking out she stopped me and told me to wait. She waited for everyone else to leave. I thought of apologizing and may be getting out of the detention, but didn’t get a chance as she began to speak (very sensually) , “I look forward to spending Ataşehir Escort Bayan a little extra time with you this evening, and may be teaching a bad boy a little discipline. She then winked and told me to hurry off. As I walked to my next class I thought, “What the hell could she mean by that?” That question racked my brain for the last 3 hours of school. As the final bell rung signaling the end of school, I thought bout just skipping the detention. But decided against it. I walked to Ms. Hannah’s room and went inside. “What’s up, Ms. Hannah?” I said. “Just be quiet and take a seat.” she said. “Whatever.” I said. “Keep up the attitude and you’ll earn another day of detention. She shot back. Not wanting to push my luck, I sighed and took a seat in the back. There was none of my friends in here. Just two other guys and some crazy emotional chick. “Great.” I thought, “This is gonna suck.” Ms. Hannah passed out everyone’s assignments, and of course I got my unfinished work from earlier. I figured I’d at least half ass it, so I could have a decent chance of passing. I kept on noticing Ms. Hannah glancing at me through the detention. I wondered what was up with that. I thought to myself may be she has a thing for me. The hour of detention Escort Ataşehir dragged by, but finally my first hour was up. “Ok, everyone but Mr. Hinson is free to turn in your assignments and leave.” Ms. Hannah said. Ms. Hannah waited for everyone to leave. She then got up from her seat, walked over to my desk, placed both her hands on the sides, and leaned forward and stared at me. “What?” I said. “You want me to apologize or something? Cause you can forget it, I’m not apologizing for sh…” she cut me off. “You know Jamey, I dealt with your type all through my years in high school when I was a teen. The bad boy, rebellious type. You can even say I was attracted to them…and still am.” “That’s why I left my husband. He was just too sensitive for me, not aggressive enough, you know.” she said. All this was starting to make my heart beat fast. “Why in the hell is she telling me her life story?” I thought. She then said. “That’s also why I had decided to get a job in teaching after I left my husband. Too be around what I was so attracted to in high school, bad ass, young boys with attitudes…nothing gets me more wet.” “Holy shit!” I said out loud. “Haha.” she laughed. “I can see your surprised? What you think while you all were checking me out, I wasn’t checking you all out?” she said. “I – I just never thought…” she cut me off again, “No, need to answer that, just answer me this: Do you desire me, Jamey?” My mouth went dry, I couldn’t speak. So I just nodded my head yes. “Good.” she said, “But if you wish to have me, first I have to teach you some discipline.” She then told me to stand.