Honor Thy Teacher (Honor Series) - By Mummert, Teresa Page 0,2

we’re all here I’d like to introduce myself. Ms. Gibbs will be out for a few months for medical issues. My name is Mr. Honor.” I explained. Several of the girls giggled and whispered amongst themselves. I could have any of them I wanted, but I did not want any of them. That was a lie. I glanced back up at the dark haired girl. Her cheeks flushed pink and she quickly looked down at the papers in front of her. Pure submissive perfection.

I did my best to keep my mind on the task at hand for the rest of the period. When it was finally over, I could not empty out the room fast enough. I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to hear her speak.

“You, come here for a moment.” I pointed in her direction. I settled on the edge of my desk as I waited for her to collect her things. I grabbed a ruler and absentmindedly flipped it in my hands. Her eyes watched my fingers intently. If she only knew what I wanted to do with these fingers.

“Yes?” She asked, her voice barely audible. She was nervous or was she scared? She should be. She should drop this class and never look back if she knows what is good for her.

“What is your name?” I asked, desperate to hear her speak again. She didn’t respond for a moment and I had to keep from laughing. Did I really scare her that badly? Her face was a deep crimson now. I let my mind wander, thinking how her other cheeks would look that color.

“Emma. Emma Townsend.” She replied, her voice shaking. I could not contain my smile any longer.

“Emma,” Her name tasted sweet on my lips and I wanted to know what it was like to say it under very different circumstances. “Please try to make it to class on time. Lateness will not be tolerated. Next time there will be consequences.” It was easy slip into my dom position with her. Too easy. I would have to make an extra effort to avoid her. Even as a master of control, I knew that would be too hard to do. I was in no position to be in control of someone so sweet.

“Yes, Sir” sarcasm bit her words but they still sounded lovely. I wanted to hear her say it again. Wanted to hear her moan those words.

“Get to class Ms. Townsend.” Our eyes locked and I pleaded with her silently to leave. I did not know how much longer I could pretend that I wasn’t fantasizing about bending her over this desk. She must have received my message because she turned and left immediately. Perhaps she was just good at taking orders.

I could not wait for the day to end. My zipper strained just from thinking about Emma. I could hear her voice like a melodic song burned into my thoughts. I grabbed my work and made my way out of the classroom. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and quickly answered.

“What?” I immediately regretted answering.

“How was your first day?” Angela asked, obviously over our spat from earlier in the day. How was my first day? I honestly could not remember anything before it. My thoughts were consumed by Emma. “William?”

“A breath of fresh air.” I replied as I exited out of the back door and made my way to my car.

“Want to celebrate?” She giggled and the sound reminded me of nails on a chalkboard.

“I’m exhausted.” I slipped my keys into the ignition and glanced up just in time to see Emma cross the lot. Her shirt was white and hugged the curves of her body. Her shorts left little to the imagination. All I could think about was wrapping those long tan legs around me. Just looking at her made me hard. Not something that happened very often for me.

“Oh, come on. You don’t have to do any work.” She was whining. I drank in the last few seconds of Emma before she slipped into her old beat up car before responding.

“My place. One hour.” I replied and hung up the phone before she could respond.

I watched as the cars filed out of the parking lot, making sure to slip in a few cars behind Emma. Her vehicle looked like it could break down any moment. At least that is what I told myself to justify following her home. We made our way to the poorer side of