Let me make some details clear for you. I’m 16, around 5ft 9in and of Indian ethnicity. I currently study in Year 12 in the UK and moved here when I was 7 years old. Perhaps my obvious lust for my teacher stems from the fact that I go to an all-boys school. Obviously, girls at a premium, so in a testosterone-fuelled environment, we have to make do with teachers. My teacher, Miss Garrad, was not the greatest looking woman I had ever set my eyes on, but she had that certain something that others didn’t have. She stood at around 5ft 6in, weighed around a healthy 140lbs, had light blonde hair, just below shoulder length and was, I would hazard a guess, around her mid-20s. She had small tits, around 32B, but what she lacked in the breasts department, she more than made it up in the ass. Her ass was a work of beauty, as I’m sure I’ve mentioned before. Perfectly formed, not too big to stick out and grab everyone’s attention, but just big enough for me to fantasise what I would do with it. Naturally, she was the subject of several masturbatory fantasies, as I usually knocked one out, as teenage boys do.

So going back to the beginning, there I was, staring and mentally ravishing the beauty, who had now sat down to some work on her laptop, whilst she set us some work to do.
‘Yo Raj, what’s the answer to A?’ said my friend Ivan, sitting next to me. That snapped me out of my daydream, and I quickly started doing the work, trying to not arouse suspicion.
‘Huh what? Oh, sorry man, haven’t done it yet,’ I replied. Once I was confident that he was looking away, I returned my gaze to Miss Garrad. Today, she was wearing the black knee-length skirt, black tights, heels, a plain black shirt with a brown cardigan tied around her waist. Her hair was tied up. Suddenly, the bell rang to signal the end of the day. As my attention was diverted from her, as the mass melee of students made a beeline for the door, I realised with impending dread, I HAD DETENTION THAT DAY! It was given to me by my bitch of a Chemistry teacher last week, and I had completely forgot about it.

I trudged off to the hall, where detentions are held. My mood had been lifted seeing my favourite teacher but it turned sour as I entered the hall, waiting for the teacher who would oversee the hour of hell.