You, my star student, have been teasing me all semester, and I’ve been fighting the urge to just fucking take you. But you, my teacher’s pet, have been acting out recently: coming in late, interrupting lectures, showing up in tinier and tinier skirts. After a long day of grading, I decide docking a few points off my little perfectionist’s midterm might teach you to behave properly. I didn’t expect you to show up to my office that same night. Now my bratty star student is here, demanding I raise the grade. It looks like you needs a lesson in manners...