The Rules of Detention by Cupcake21
High School Senior Derek get’s detention after a spat with his fresh out of school bitch teacher. He’ll make her regret giving him detention. , 18 year old Derek sat in the middle of a semi-full daytime classroom. He was tired of his bitch teacher assigning twenty pages of homework every night. She always acted like she was up on some high horse. He glanced at his classmates around him, who most were scrambling to get their homework completed before the teacher walked in. He hated that the homework was becoming a problem with his ability to play football. His coach told him that unless he got his grades up, he would soon find himself benched until they got up to a B average.
He didn’t take his teacher seriously. This was her first year as a teacher, and she had no experience in a teaching setting. She wasn’t too much older than the rest of his senior class. He wouldn’t have doubted that she went straight to college after high school and went straight into teaching. He didn’t like being bossed by a 25 year old who called herself a ‘teacher’. He pulled out his phone and started playing games on it.
Miss Felicia Lorraine walked into her classroom, holding a cup of coffee in one hand and her purse in the other. She watched the scrambling students and cleared her throat loudly to indicate her presence. Some students looked happy with the final result of their homework. Others were pale faced. And then there was Derek, sitting in the middle of the room with not a care in the world. Her eyebrow raised when she saw the phone in his hand.
“Mr. Mason,” she said.
All the students eyes flew back to him. He didn’t care enough to look up. His attention was elsewhere.
“Mister… Mason,” she said again with a stern tone.
Derek flopped the phone on his desk after failing a level of Angry Birds. He looked up at his young teacher who stood five foot three inches. She looked more like the girls in his school.“What do you want?” he asked, almost bothered at her annoying pestering.
After placing her items on her desk, Felicia walked to the middle desk of the classroom and held her hand out. “Phone, now,” she demanded.
Derek scoffed and looked away briefly. He looked down at his desk and pushed the phone towards her.
Felicia snatched the phone off the desk. “You can have this back-”
Derek waved his hands in front of her, interrupting her sentence. “Yeah, yeah. After class, I know,” he said.
She scoffed at his arrogance. “No. You can have it back after detention,” she said. She turned to head back up to the front of the classroom. Derek stood up from his seat.
“I have football practice after school,” he argued.
Felicia turned back to him and shook her head. “Then I guess I’ll have to explain to your coach why his quarterback isn’t showing up for practice”
“I’ll get kicked off the team if I have detention again,” he said, almost angry that she wasn’t listening to him.
“Then you should have thought about that before being a rebel,” she said. She opened her desk drawer and put the phone in it. She then turned to face the dry erase board.
“Fuckin’ bitch,” he muttered, sulking into his seat.
“I heard that,” she repented. Derek looked up at the board, watching her down write math problems. Still facing the board, she added, “You can add two weeks to your detention time.”
Derek grabbed his bag off the floor and stood up from his seat, heading to the door.
Felicia didn’t even turn her head towards him.“I didn’t excuse you,” she said, almost not caring that he was leaving.
“Fuck you,” he said, forcing the door open, and slamming it shut. Derek headed down the hall towards the library. He didn’t like the fact he would have to spend the next two weeks in detention with her. He knew she probably resented him for having to stay later at work. What could she do in an hour that wouldn’t be a complete bore? Teacher’s weren’t allowed cell phone use in front of students, their computers have proxies in place so they can’t get on social media sites, and she is too young to just sit still for an hour.
Derek walked into the library and sat down at a computer. He couldn’t go back home without his phone, or go to practice without Felicia coming to look for him, so he had to stay behind in detention after class. If she wanted a fight for dominance, he was going to have to show her up. He was already scheming at a way to make her regret giving him detention.
Derek walked down the hall after the final bell rang. He looked at the classroom door and opened it, seeing Felicia stacking papers in order. She had a genuine look of surprise on her face. Derek shut the door behind him, stealthily locking it and slung his backpack over an empty seat.
“I must say, I am shocked that you actually showed up for detention this time. That little stunt you pulled earlier got you two more weeks onto your sentence” she said. She pulled his phone out the desk drawer. “Teachers aren’t even allowed to have their phones out. What makes you think you’re any better?” she asked, then set the phone on the corner of the desk.
Derek was taken back by her defensive attitude. “What makes you think that I think that I am better than you?” he asked, getting closer to the desk. He crossed his arms and did a quick check of Felicia. Although he disliked her, he couldn’t say she wasn’t hot. She had on a white button up shirt tucked into a pencil skirt. She had on small rectangle glasses, the arms of them hidden by her thick full hair laid long and wavy over her shoulders in front of her breasts down to her abdomen. Her tan skin was milky caramel. Her breasts looked full in her skin tight shirt.
He felt his mouth watering at her from just the quick glance. He walked around to the side of the desk, ‘accidentally’ knocking over her purse into the floor. “Oh, I apologize Miss Lorraine,” he said, almost sounding sincere.
Falling out her purse was her wallet, keys, change, and a tube of nude lipstick. She groaned at the annoyance of bending over to pick up her things. She turned towards the white erase board, where the tube of lipstick rolled to the wall holding it up. She bent over to grab the lipstick.
Derek watched her bend over. Her ass was luscious, and gave him such a hard on. The thoughts he had earlier of the humiliation he had in store for her was lining up perfectly. He cupped his hand and smacked her on her ass.
She jolted back up into her upright position. She turned to stare at Derek. She didn’t know whether to be angry or upset at his actions. “Go sit down, right now!” she commanded, pointing to the seats in the classroom.
He got closer to her, knowing she was powerless against him. The anger in her eyes soon turned into fear. “Do you get turned on by being so dominant towards your students?” he asked, closing the gap in between him and her. Her back was against the dry erase board, and he leaned down to put his face close to hers. He brushed back her hair away from her ear, watching her feel revolted by the sheer feeling of it. He put his lips close to her ear. “Or is it that, you enjoy being dominated like a submissive little whore?” he asked. Her breathing stopped.