I'm a hot and sassy teacher. I know my students, male and female, ogle me, want to be with me, want to be me. And I use my authority and sex appeal to my decided advantage.... to get the best out of my students. One of my students, however, a truant, lazy, tough-guy student has really been a challenge to me. I know he fancies my body, my womanly curves, the shape of my lips and their natural flesh-pink color, the way I weave and wiggle around the classroom in my pumps, feet covered snugly in hose and from the wear and hours in them sweaty... ah yes, especially my feet... I can conquer his surl...

I'm a hot and sassy teacher. I know my students, male and female, ogle me, want to be with me, want to be me. And I use my authority and sex appeal to my decided advantage.... to get the best out of my students. One of my students, however, a truant, lazy, tough-guy student has really been a challenge to me. I know he fancies my body, my womanly curves, the shape of my lips and their natural flesh-pink color, the way I weave and wiggle around the classroom in my pumps, feet covered snugly in hose and from the wear and hours in them sweaty... ah yes, especially my feet... I can conquer his surly obstinacy with them! After missing an end of year exam, an exam on which hangs his low hopes of passing my class and thereby graduating, I call him to my office to administer a tougher version of the exam. He won't need pen and paper, and his knowledge of the subject doesn't matter one iota. He will be made to pull out his cock and with nervous hand stroke it for me, heeding my command to bury his face in my warm wet soles, until on my count -- 5-4-3-2-1 -- he spurts daggers into my pumps, for me to wear for the rest of the day, not one drop spilling or wasting. Only then shall he receive the passing grade he doesn't really deserve!