Giggling, Sadistic... Tattletale? - Part Two

By Candace Apples

...continued from Part One!

After class I went up to him and said, “Prof Strictballs?”

"Yes, Ms. Apples?”

“I just wanted you to know that was wonderful, what you did to Jeff! I thought it was great!”

“Well,” he smiled, adjusted his bifocals. “It is refreshing to meet a young woman who appreciates the merits of corporal discipline. "

“Oh yes, I do!” I said, standing on my tiptoes, feeling a rush of blood to my head. “I was wondering, you said further punishments would be private…”

“That is correct. I can’t interrupt my class the way I did today every time someone needs discipline.”

“I was wandering if I might be permitted to stay after class and… watch?”

He raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know, that’s most improper. "

“Well, I was thinking, if the purpose of the punishment is to humiliate, then having some girls on hand to watch might… make it more humiliating? A more effective punishment?”

Hm… He seemed to consider this. “Yes, yes. I like it. Very well, you have a deal, Ms. Apples.”

“Please, call me Candy! "

“Very well, Candy. Although, I should warn you, in my experience, after one dramatic demonstration such as we had today, there are very few discipline problems for the remainder of the school year.”

“Oh, I see,” I pouted, disappointed. He was probably right. Unless… And then I got an idea. An awful idea. The giggling, sadistic schoolgirl got a wonderful, awful idea!

****

Sure enough, as the professor had predicted, there were no discipline problems in class the next day – or even the next week. Everyone sat very straight in their seats, raised their hands to speak, and did everything which was asked of them.

I tried – desperately – to get Jeff to flirt with me during class. I thought maybe if he would flirt with me, Professor Strictballs would see it as a sign of insubordination and – giggle – we’d have some fun! But it was no use. Jeff just stared straight ahead. Even though I looked his way licked my lips softly, he didn’t budge. Asshole. I guess maybe he was sore at me for having laughed at him – but that shouldn’t mean that he wouldn’t want to fuck me! Boys are so weird.

But there was another boy in class who – to be honest – I hadn’t really ever thought about at all. His first name was Jeremy. He was super skinny and had thick glasses. Really pale – he looked liked he’d never been outside or done any kind of physical work in his entire life. He was also the smartest kid in class. He was always raising his hands and knew the answers to everything! A real know-it-all.

I sat down behind him and wrote on a piece of paper: I want to suck your cock.

“Pst,” I whispered. “Pst.” I handed it to him while Strictballs’ back was turned.

Jeremy took it and opened it. If he read it, he gave no indication.

I leaned forward in my desk and started playing with the back of his hair. No reaction.

I wet my lips and whispered, “Fuck me, Jeremy. Fuck me with your big dick."

Finally, he turned around. His face was beat red with embarrassment.

I smiled, licked my lips and started sucking on my fingers while I stared at him.

“Candy….” He stuttered. “I…”

Instantly, my hand shot up. “Professor Strictballs! Jeremy is talking to me!”

“What..? No… I .. I was just…”

“Is that true?” demanded Strictballs, turning around suddenly, gripping the piece of chalk he had been holding with a death-grip. “Were you speaking in my classroom?!”

“No! I mean, I was just…”

" I will see you after class, young man! Now, class, turn in your books to chapter…”

I could not stop smiling. This was perfect! I could see that Jeremy was trying to open the pages of his book, but his fingers were trembling. He was so afraid! Tee-hee!

...to be continued !