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Mr. Fisher.

He's the kinda teacher who would decide to become a professor because dominatrix work doesn't pay well.

He's the kinda guy if someone says 'did you here, Mr fisher got arrested for selling human skull ashtrays' and you'd think 'yeah that makes since'

He's the kinda teacher that would probably make kids lick his boots for extra credit.

And I am the only one stupid enough to do it.

Because my only goal this year is to become Mrs. Fisher.

Or at least get to taste his insides from both holes.

I walk into my first period with a little pep in my step even though I was late only to stop a few seconds before I crush the small egg-shaped object on the floor.

I bend down and instantly recognize it and smirk.

Horny kids.

I think quickly putting it in my pocket.

I take my seat in the back of the class before scanning the room for any girl or guy for that matter who was doing the 'If I move too much I'll cum' style of sitting but no one seems particularly bothered.

So I pull out the remote to see that currently it was off so maybe no one had it inside of them.

Maybe it got snagged or fell out of someone's bag.

I think flipping the switch from off to on.

I still scan the room only for the sound a marker hitting the ground caused me to look up.

Mr. Fisher stood at the board reviewing the morning work, but it seemed like the moment I flipped the switch he dropped the marker.

No.

I'm not this lucky.

I think as he bends down to pick up the marker I send it to two and his back stiffened but he stands before turning back to the board.

"Where was I?" He said not showing any other sign of discomfort.

So I turn it off and he seems to relax as he explained the work.

But I move the switch back to two and his voice hitches.

No. I think again before smiling and cranking it up to four.

His legs and hands begin to shake as he starts to stutter and I cross my legs to hide my hard on.

I wonder if anyone else noticed it. He was good at hiding it and I wonder how often he does this.

I can believe I'm teasing the insides of my fucking crush and what's worse I could tell him and what could he do?

I smile more before turning it off and he exhales.

Hmm I wonder if I could train him without him knowing.

I can probably recite each lesson he taught from watching every moment of him and I know he says 'tends to' way too often so I wait and the moment he says it. I turn it on to five.

He chokes on the next word and I give him fifteen seconds and I turn it off.

A few moments later he says it again and I chuckle and before turning it on. This time I let it run for thirty seconds.

Finally I turn it off and he tries to relax.

After a few moments he passes back papers and I take mine looking up at him.

"You did good Marcus. Now if you can show up on time, and stop coming in smelling like you rubbed one off in the bathroom I'd be impressed." He says only I smile.