Loraine’s Downfall

Being a high school chemistry teacher for over a decade, I’ve seen hot students come and go. Some of my female students are, shall we say, confident in their sexuality. There would be days where I’d have to stop teaching and sit behind my desk just to hide the bulge in my pants from the short skirts and low tops the girls would wear. I’d never done anything about my desires except think about my students during sex with my wife, or while masturbating, until one day…

Loraine was one of my worst student. She’d fail every test, never did her homework, and was often late to my class. I’d let her slide without detention for a while, but finally I couldn’t put up with it anymore and gave her a weeks detention helping me clean my test tubes and beakers in the lab. Another thing you should know about Loraine: she’s a slut. She wears see-through tops and short skirts and shorts. She’ll bend over and shake her ass every chance she gets. She’s always flirting with the boys in the class, distracting them. Long auburn hair, dark brown eyes, tan skin, and full C cup breast make her a beauty. I could hardly concentrate during my lectures because I couldn’t help staring at her chest. This made me angry, angrier than anything because she knew she was hot and she knew no one could touch her. She loved being a slutty little tease.
I hear a lot of gossip between classes whenever I’m patrolling the halls. Most of it is unimportant, but whenever I hear Loraine’s name I stop to listen thinking, “what has that little cunt done now?” Sometimes it’s about the party she went to last weekend and how she got smashed. Or speculation on what her and her “boyfriend” Mark were doing after school in the janitor’s closet. One day, when I was out making a copy, I heard Loraine talking to some of her friend.
“What are you doing after school, Lor? Hooking up with Mark?” One of my other students, Kaylee, asked.
“Ugh, no. That fucking chemistry teacher gave me detention all week. He‘s such a stuck up bastard.” Loraine replied.
“Blow it off.” Kaylee suggested.
“I would, but any more write ups and I’m expelled.” Loraine complained.
I walked away without making my copies. She’d never noticed I was right behind her. I was pissed. That little whore had the right to mouth off about me, when she’s a little slut who never does her work? No. I was fuming all day until after school, when I was ready to deal with her.
Now, I hadn’t noticed what she was wearing before, but after school I could see very clearly. Her hair was down around her face in loose curls. She was wearing a white tank top so you could clearly see the dark pink lace bra underneath. She wore a short black pleated skirt with a hint of her dark pink thong hanging out. She had short heals on and some killer lipstick. As angry as I was, I couldn’t help but get slightly stiff at the sight of her. I didn’t want to do anything rash though, so I quickly gave her the instructions on cleaning the test tubes then slipped into my back office to do some grading. Every once in a while I’d peek out of my office to make sure she was still there working. A couple times I heard her drop something and glanced out of my office to see her bend over, exposing her thong covered pussy. I pushed it to the back of my mind and kept working. As detention was coming to a close, I saw Loraine out in the room chatting with one of the football players. I was even more angry, slacking during detention.
“Loraine,” I said, interrupting their conversation, “Shouldn’t you be cleaning?”
“Sorry Mr.