Detention Of Barbie

Ashleigh peeked into the classroom, unsure if Mr. Sanders was in the room or not. She sighed, blowing a big bubble with her gum, and then snapping it. Ashleigh was beautiful, with short curly blonde hair, big blue eyes, and a figure that most girls would kill to have. Her measurements were a 34C-22-32, and those girls who were jealous of her often called her “Barbie.” Stupid sluts, Ashleigh thought to herself, they would think that is an insult. They all know that their boyfriends would dump them in a second if they could have me.

Although Ashleigh was very fond of teasing and leading on boys, she hadn’t yet had sex. Oh, she had given a few blow jobs now and then, but she wouldn’t consent to sex. The way she saw it, she was just too good for high school boys. She’d wait until she found someone really worthy to touch her; until then, she’d be a virgin. Just because she was a virgin, however, didn’t mean that she dressed the part. Only 16, Ashleigh was often mistaken for being in her 20s with her outfits. Today, Ashleigh was wearing a form-fitting white tank top that stopped several inches short of the waistband on her plaid skirt. Her plaid skirt barely covered her shapely ass, and she wore fishnet stockings and knee-high black leather boots. All day, male students and teachers had been watching her carefully, hoping against hope that she would bend over and allow them a glimpse of her panties. She had disappointed them all, she thought with a smug grin on her face.

Mr. Sanders came bustling out of the lab in the back of the classroom. Nicknamed “the Colonel” because of his last name, he was about 40 years old with balding dark hair that stood up wildly. Some of his students joked that he had stuck his hand in an electrical socket to get that hairdo, but in reality he just couldn’t find the time to get a haircut. He had thick, black-rimmed glasses that were always sliding down his nose, and he wore a traditional white lab jacket over his mis-matched lavender shirt with dark blue dress pants. His tie was on crooked and matched neither his shirt nor his pants. He had colored chalk dust all over the back of his lab coat, but he never noticed. He was the typical absent-minded physics professor.

“Ah, Ashleigh,” he said, looking up at her for the first time. “I had no idea you had arrived.”

Ashleigh snorted, tossing her pretty blonde hair over her shoulder. “Look, I just want to get this over with. Where do you want me to sit?”

Mr. Sanders looked indecisive. “Um, well, how about over here?” He pointed to the desk closest to his own. His desk could barely be seen, covered with piles of graded papers, lab manuals, catalogues advertising the newest physics supplies, and textbooks.

Ashleigh shrugged her shoulders. “Whatever,” she murmured, plopping down into the desk. She lounged back, her shirt riding up almost enough for Mr. Sanders to get a glimpse of the bottom of her cleavage.

Ashleigh had skipped physics class three times that week, and the principal had told her that she would have to serve a two-hour detention after school to make up for the work she missed. Mr. Sanders didn’t seem to know what to do with her. He glanced nervously back at the lab. “Well, um, Ashleigh, I’m going to be back in the lab if you need me. Your make-up work is on my desk, let me get it for you.” He walked over to his desk, found a book with several worksheets stuck inside the flap, and handed it to her. “Do you need a pencil?”

Ashleigh just looked at him. He blushed and looked down at his feet. “Um, okay, I’ll be in the lab,” he repeated, inching away from her. Ashleigh tried not to laugh. It was obvious that women intimidated Mr. Sanders. Maybe that was why he had never married a woman. The students said he was married to his work, and that appeared to be true. He shut the lab door, and Ashleigh sighed. She could work on her worksheets. If she finished them, maybe Mr. Sanders would let her go early. She fished out a pink pen from her purse and began to look up the answers in the book. She sighed once more. She’d never have taken physics if it wasn’t for her father. Her father was a chemist and worked at a nearby chemical lab. He made a lot of money, and he hoped that his only child would follow in his scientific footsteps.

“Sorry to disappoint you, Daddy,” Ashleigh murmured, “but I don’t even know the definitions in the book.”

Mr. Sanders was infuriated as he sat back in his lab. How dare Ashleigh Cabbott walk into his classroom, his domain, and intimidate him? It just wasn’t right. It just wasn’t fair. He’d show that little bitch.

He peeped out the window on the door. She was actually working on the assignment he had given her. He was surprised. There was a rumor around the school that she slept around for her grades, although he didn’t know if it was true or not. Ashleigh constantly skipped classes, and yet she always managed to pass them all. He was stumped as to how she managed to do it. She had taken one exam in his class, and had failed with flying colors.

Mr. Sanders slammed his balled up fist into the palm of his other hand. Yes, he could show this little bitch a thing or two. Hell, she might be able to teach HIM a thing or two, with all the experience she probably had under her belt. A girl didn’t dress like she did and not get fucked frequently, even though she had never had a steady boyfriend.

He opened the lab door and walked quietly towards her. Ashleigh didn’t even notice him approaching her, she was trying to flip through her book to the dictionary in the back. He raised his hand to strike her. She half-turned in her seat, but by the time she saw him, his fist had slammed into the back of her head. She slumped in her seat, knocked unconscious. Mr. Sanders smiled evilly. Yes, he would have fun with this girl before she left his classroom.

While Ashleigh lay on the desk unconscious, Mr. Sanders got to work. He first shut and locked his classroom’s door, and then pulled down the shade. He wasn’t worried about anyone hearing him – most of the teachers and students had left for the day already, and the school was built so the science classrooms had their own wing. Mr. Sanders knew that none of the other science teachers stayed around after the last bell rang for the day. He smiled to himself. This was almost too easy!

Next, he cleared his cluttered desk, pushing most of the papers and textbooks onto the floor with a crash. He looked over to Ashleigh, but she was still out like a light. He smiled.