Late for Class

Late for Class
Introduction: Ashley becomes late for math class, and is punished by her teacher! (Essentially what I would wish to happen if I was late for class)
​As she opened her locker that Friday morning, Ashley had no idea that her life was about to change.  She picked up her books, and quickly closed her locker. There was plenty of time before class, and she decided that she may as well go to the washroom for a quick examination of her outfit. As she was washing her hands, she looked in the mirror and examined her young, sixteen year old figure. Her reflection’s big blue eyes stared at her body from the mirror. They roamed over her own shapely legs, her round hips, her small waist, and her perky little b-cup breasts. She was short, standing at only 5’3, and had long curly blonde hair. She knew she looked good in her school uniform, which she had had tailored to show her curves in the most flattering ways possible. Ashley licked her lips. She looked hot!
As she stared at her reflection, she heard the second bell go. “Fuck!”, she though; “Mr. S is going to kill me!”
Mr. S was Ashley’s math teacher. He was known for his strictness when it came to students being tardy, and she could only imagine how angry he would be with her. Standing at an impressive 6’3, Mr. S was in his late-30s. With a commanding presence and a ruthless passion for math, he was also Ashley’s least favourite teacher in the whole school.
Ashley quickly rushed into the classroom and took her seat. Mr. S was writing an equation on the board. As he turned around, Ashley braced herself.
“Hello Ashley, How nice of you to join us” Said Mr. S, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
“I’m sorry Mr. S I just-”
“Please stay after class, Ashley. We will discuss your attendance issues then.”
With that, Mr. S turned and continued writing the math problem on the board, completely dropping the issue. Ashley gulped. She had never been asked to stay after class before. What could he possibly say to her that was so unfit for the rest of the class? Was she really in that much trouble? This was only her third time being late!
Ashley squirmed in her seat, wondering how bad it was going to be. He couldn’t hit her, no, teachers couldn’t touch the students. It was probably just going to be him giving her a stern lecture on the importance of keeping track of time, or some other stuff like that. Thinking she had an idea what to expect, Ashley started to relax and think about her upcoming weekend plans. Her parents were going away, and she was really excited to have the house to herself. She couldn’t wait.
The bell rang, and the students around her quickly gathered their stuff, heading off to their next class. A couple of her peers threw empathetic glances at Ashley, all of them having been through Mr. S’s lectures on tardiness at least once. They had no idea how severe her punishment would actually be.
The students filtered out of the room, and soon there was just Ashley and Mr. S left. Mr. S looked at Ashley sternly and said, “Ashley, I am severely disappointed in you and your lack of punctuality. Give me one reason why I shouldn’t be giving you a week’s worth of detention”.  Ashley’s draw dropped. A whole week? But she had cheerleading practice! She knew that she had to get out of this, but how? Subtly, she stuck out her chest, smoothed her skirt, and bit her lip. Ashley knew that some of the male teachers went easy on her because of her looks, but she had never tried it with Mr. S before. Making her eyes really big, she replied “Please Mr. S, I was busy this morning. My mom was sick and I was so busy taking care of her that I was late for school”.
Ashley held her breath. It was a huge lie, and if he called her on it she would be in even more trouble. But what else could she say? That she had been too busy staring at her reflection to notice the first bell? Mr. S’s face calmed. Ashley watched cautiously as he slowly got up and went to the door. Once he got there, he stopped, paused, and turned to Ashley and asked “Ashley, what class do you have now?” Ashley, who had thought that he was leaving, was taken aback by his question.