Forced by teacher (open to one dominant male)

Hannah18

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OOC: Have been wanting to do a teacher/student role play for a while now and I want to start of by saying that I look for very dominating and rough/violent characters. My idea is that my character does not have the best home life and she is very innocent and vulnerable to this which her teacher takes advantage of and makes her do everything he asks, maybe Dom/sub theme in it as he forces her to do degrading things; however he does also care for her. The only things I’m not okay with is scat/group sex/sharing most other things are fine.

Name: Hannah White
Age: 18
Height: 5”2
Hannah has long curly black hair, big brown eyes, pale skin, very slim and petite. 32B

Hannah’s day wasn’t going that well it had started off with waking up to her mother passed out on the sofa drunk and her dad missing for the second day running and then she had been late, her school was very strict about things like that, it was a private catholic girls school after all; which meant the dreaded uniform of a knee length checked green and black skirt a white shirt, knee high socks and the school tie. So she had been giving detention and the girls weren’t much better, no one really talked to her, probably because they knew what a mess her home life was, she had had enough bruises to fuel the rumours over the years.

So by the time she reaches her last class of the day, she is fed up, however English was always her favourite class, despite the fact that her teacher was very strict and demanded a lot from his pupils, things that Hannah could not always give.

As the final bell rings she hears him say something about their assignments and Hannah groans having forgotten all about it, she would have to stay back and talk to him, Hannah sits patiently in her desk as everyone gets up and hands in their papers, finally it is just her, she walks to his desk.

“Sir…” she starts “I was wondering if I could have an extension, I just haven’t managed to get it all done.” She says as she twirls a strand of hair around one finger, a nervous habit she had always had.
 
Name: Ted R. Kléaden
Age: 35
Height: 6’’6
Mr. Kléaden is a tall, athletic man with brown hair and brown eyes.

Mr. Kléaden looked at her. ”Well miss White, you have received the same amount of time as the other students. It would hardly be fair if I gave you more time, while they worked hard to finish it today.” He said in reaction to her request, which was not very unlike him. He believed very much in deadlines and never made an exception.

”Like everyone else that fails the assignment, you will get to do it again next year. Again, it would hardly be fair if the rules didn’t apply to you.” As he spoke he allowed his eyes to wander a bit over her body.

Although he was 35 years old, he had never met someone to marry. When not working or grading, he loved to read, run or swim and found that left him little time for social interaction. Besides, the female teachers here were mostly nuns that still were outraged that a male was allowed to teach at this catholic girls school. Perhaps they were a bit right as more and more he found himself interested in the secrets these innocent girls were hiding under their uniforms.
 
Hannah had been expecting that answer, he was well known for being one of the stricter teachers in school, especially when it came to deadlines, however she had been hoping for a differant one.

"No Sir it wouldn't" she says in a reply yet she stands there, unmoving. Hannah was not sure whether or not she should argue her case with him, but the thought of not passing such a basic and needed subject terrified her.

Her voice is trembling slightly as she speaks "But I almost have it finished Sir" truth is she only had it half done, not from lack of trying, but her issues at home made it hard for her to make any time to study or do work.

"All I need is a couple of days and I promise I will have it into you" hannah is well aware that she is almost begging now, but if that's what it took she would gladly do it. She lets go of the strand of hair she had been twirling and looks at her teacher hopefully, her big brown eyes staring nervously into his as she silently pleads for him to make an exception and give her an extension, if it was any other teacher she knew she would have got it easily, most of them took pity on her she was sure of it, but not Mr. Kléaden.
 
Mr. Kléaden looks at her and there is something in her voice that sends shivers through him. But still he has no intention of giving her longer to work on the assignment than the time the other girls got. "Well, if you have it almost finished, hand it in and I will grade it. Then at least you have some feedback on it for when you retake the class next year."

He too is aware that she wouldn't be able to take half of next year's classes until she finishes English, but it is not his fault that he expects the best from his students and that therefore some don't pass his class.
 
Hannah felt like she was going to cry when he says no again, but she manages to hold herself together though it was harder now it was clear he really had no intention of allowing her too. She wouldn't mind as much but she had written pages for his paper but she hadn't quite finished.

She bites down on her lower lip as she feels the tears fill her eyes. "No I don't want to do it next year" she complains. "Is there some kind of extra credit then I can do at least" she asks hopefully as she looks down at the ground, not wanting to look at him.

She puts her bag on the desk beside her and begins rooting through it, pulling out the paper, she turns back to him. "Look its almost finished I just need a little more time, even a day" it would be hard but she could probably get it done for him if she stayed up all night.
 
He sees the tears fill up in her eyes and how she bites her lip. Perhaps it makes him a very evil guy, but he feels himself attracted and aroused to the sight. "So you don't wánt to do it next year. Yes of course, that is a perfectly fine reason for me to make an exception." He speaks, perhaps harsher than he intends. "Well, there might be something you can do for extra credit, but I guess you don't wánt to do that either." He continues.

There isn't really something she can do for extra credit, but he just hates it when people use the word 'want' as reason.
 
"No that's not the only reason" she was slightly taken back by the way that he was speaking to her, he was being really harsh and honestly she wanted to be anywhere but right now.

"You know that I'm a good student" and it was true she always got the highest marks because she did try really hard and rarely asked for help, in fact she had never stayed behind to talk to him before. "And I will try really hard, so whatever extra credit I can do I will gladly take, please?" She asks as she looks at him hopefully. She wipes under her eyes to stop herself from getting too upset.

"So is there any that I can do?"
 
In his dreams the girl often follows such a comment by unbuttoning her blouse for him. Too bad such things never happen in real life. "Look Hannah. I really think it is better if you retake the assignment next year. You are a good student so most likely this is the only assignment you have to redo and after that you can take other classes. So most likely it are just two classes that you can't take next year." He says honestly.

"You know how students will gossip and start rumours if I suddenly give you an extension." He says but the more he watches her, the more he feels like giving her a way to earn some extra credit. Her wet eyes really are turning him on.
 
Hannah shakes her head over and over again as he mentions next year, "please?" She was getting desperate now. "But..." She trails off. "No one has to know that your giving me an extension it can be our secret Sir" she says to him hopefully as she shifts from foot to foot as she tries to take her mind off of it.

Her hands were shaking and her heart was pounding. "I promise you I will get it in on time and I will work so hard because I would be so grateful" she says with a small hopeful smile on her face, hannah glances up at him from beneath lowered eyelashes, not daring that look him in the eye.
 
There is still time for him to take a step back and to just grant her an extension or let her work on earning extra credit without crossing the forbidden line between teacher and student. Still a chance to ignore his thoughts and ideas and the arousal he feels for her wet eyes.

"No." He speaks, even surprising himself that he said the word out loud while he mostly meant it as reaction to his own doubts. "...Not just an extension, that would not be fair to the other students." He then quickly recovers himself. "You can earn extra credit by doing an alternative assignment after schooltime. It will mean all your work you have done on this assignment is for nothing." He gives her one more chance to refuse, to accept that she is too late.
 
Hannah's eyes widen at that, she wanted so badly to say no to him, she had put hours into the assignment and the thought of all of that being pointless really frustrated her, but she knew that it was her only option, she couldn't take the class again next year, she just couldn't.

Taking a deep breath, she just nods slowly. "Yes Sir, I want to do the extra credit, I'm just grateful to have this oppurtunity" she says.

"What do I have to do?"
 
Mr. Kléaden felt an extra rush of arousal shoot through his body. There were many chances for him to stop all of this and he feared that he would if he didn't do it today. "Alright, if you are sure about it. I will need something to eat first and print some things for your new assignment. Come to the school library in one hour and I will be ready for you."

Of course the only reason he needed the extra hour was so that the other teachers would leave and not interfere. He preferred to take the girl to his place, but there was no way to explain that if there ever came a day he would need to explain his actions to the authorities.
 
"Yes Sir" she says with a geniune smile, the first of the day. She was happy even if it meant staying late and doing a lot of work that was fine with Hannah. She takes it as permission to leave and slinging her bag back over her shoulder, she heads to the computer room, making the most of her time and working on a project for a differant class but keeping a careful eye on the time.

Not wanting to be late less than an hour later she shuts it down and makes her way over to meet him. As she walks through the hallway she can't help but notice that all the other teachers seem to have gone home, which was a little unsettling but she brushes it off.

Finally reaching the library she pushes open the door and enters placing her bag on the nearest table, she looks around waiting for him.
 
In the hour he had to himself Mr. Kléaden ran his mind over what he was doing. Not so much about the serious aspect that what he planned to do was wrong, but more about the question how he would do it and get away with it. After all, it was not like the girl's complete future depended on him, it were only a few classes she wouldn't be able to do if she didn't pass his.

Before going to the library he went to the security guard and told him that he was doing some work in the library and that he would close it when he was done. The man nodded, he too had experienced the nuns and their dislike for men at this school, so he got along better with Mr. Kléaden than with them, and even had handed him the key.

It was that key that he used to lock the library door after he had entered the room. It would be easiest if Hannah didn't notice it, but if she did there was no real harm done. He even held some actual assignments to justify their being here. And then he sat down next to her.
 
She was early maybe ten minutes early, so she figured she still had some time and sits down at the table to wait for him, she was a little nervous, this extra credit was going to be a lot of work, she knew he wasn't the kind of teacher to let students off easily and that worried her, what if she couldn't keep up with it all.

She hears the door open bu doesn't turn around, she didn't need too. Hannah smiles as Mr. Kléaden sits down. She glances down at the papers in his hands and bites her lip nervously, leaning over just a little to try and see what it says but she couldn't see it properly without making it completly obvious so she just asks.

"So what do I have to do?"
 
"So what do I have to do Sir." Mr. Kléaden corrects her firmly. "Don't forget I am also sacrificing my time here to help you, so at least you can show some respect." Again he looks at her brown eyes and realizes this might be a lot easier if she were some disrespectful, flirting rebel. But he also knows he would be a lot less attracted to her if she were. Innocence is such a beauty.

"I have compiled a list of books. They all have different authors and different writing styles and we will compare these to see what benefits and downsides each writing style has. For starters that is." He said, and gave her a list of 15 books. It would be time consuming to find them all in this disorganized library and the best part was that he knew for sure that one of them was not available in this library. That should give enough stress to kill some time.
 
"Sorry Sir" she says with a blush, though she wasn't really, did he expect her to call him it in every sentance or something, she resists the urge to roll her eyes as she listens to him explain the first task.

Hannah takes the list from him and reads it over, she was begining to think this would be even more work than she had first thought, she stands up taking the paper with her and begins searching around the library. Luckily the school library was quite small, but still over ten minutes later and she has only found five of the books.

Sighing to herself she carries them over to the table and places them next to him before walking away again. She looks on each shelf, begining to get annoyed now, she would rather just be working than doing this a little while later she has found eleven of the books.

"I don't think the other books are in here" she says quietly, standing next to him.
 
"Alright, the other books should be here as well, but we can start with these ones. During class you have learned a fair amount about different writing styles. First person, third person, past tense, all knowing, to name a few." He said and took the second piece of paper. "This lists of each book a certain page and paragraph. I want you to read that paragraph and write down as much as you can about the writing style of each author. When you have done that I want you to compare the styles to see what different effects they have on the reader."

After explaining the first assignment to her, he took off his jacket and put it over the chair. "Let's see if we can get some fresh air in here." He then said and went over to the aircondition. Rather than turning it on however, he turned on the temperature even higher. Nothing that worked better at getting someone to hate her uniform.
 
Hannah nods slowly as he explains the task to her, it seemed simple enough and if thats all she had to do it would be fine. She begins to read over the paragraph before taking the pen and starting to write down everything that she could about each one.

She frowns a little as the temprature in the room begins to rise, she shifts uncomfortably in her seat and leans backs, undoing her tie although that didn't help at all. "I thought you were going to make it cooler in her not hotter" she whines and then remembers who she is talking too.

"Can we open a window or something Sir?" she asks as she stands up not waiting for his answer, she climbs up onto the side and reaches out undoing the window and pushing it open, thankful for the cold air that enters the room.

Much happier now, she returns to the table and gets started on her work again.
 
When she sits down again, Mr. Kléaden placed his hand on her leg, just above her knee. "I don't think these assignments will give you enough credit to get you out of trouble. Perhaps we should just stop with them." He said at the same time without removing his hand.

"You will just to have to retake the class next year." He concluded while his hand gently stroked over her skirt.
 
"What?" Hannah did not understand why he was suddenly saying all of this, she frowns at him,, which only deepens as she feels his hand on her knee, but quickly shrugs it off, it was fine he was just her teacher and it was over the skirt.

"Why? You said that I could do the extra credit, you can't suddenly change your mind" she was furious now as she pushes her hand of off her skirt. "I don't understand it" and just like that she went from being completly happy to almost crying again. She wanted to yell at him, but she wasn' that brave, what she had just said was brave enough for Hannah, she didn't usually speak up like that.
 
Almost instantly his hand found her leg again, this time on her knee just at the start of her skirt. "It just isn't enough. I really think you should work harder if you want the credit. After all, so far you are the only one that gets something out of our deal."

No teacher was allowed to be in this situation, and yet it was extremely turning him on. It felt good to have a student locked in the library with him and there was no way he would her leave without knowing what she hid under her uniform.
 
She frowns as his hand comes to rest on her knee again, this time touching her knee, his hand feeling strange on her bare skin. She glares at him, why would he offer her extra credit and then take it away.

"I don't understand" she says immediatly as she looks up at him, once again grabbing his hand and pushing it away from him, not liking all of this contact he was giving.

"You can't change your mind" her lower lip now trembling.
 
He smiled. "See it from my point of view." He said. "I am helping you, I am sure you can offer some help in return and we can forget all about these stupid assignments. I rather be swimming in my pool than having you waste our days by reading and writing all this." He said with a shrug.

His hand once again found her leg, this time sneaking it under her skirt. "So how about we help each other out and both get a nice benefit."
 
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