Teachers pet and her secret lessons

Kira has always been a star student, spending late nights surrounded by papers and old textbooks, desperate to make a name for herself and join the student council. Everything changed when a new teacher arrived who saw beyond her ambitions and sharp mind, recognizing only a nice body with an eagerness to please. He exploited her insecurities, inviting her to private lessons that soon had her craving his attention and validation. She began feeling excited at the idea of being his little secret - a promising student crushed into nothing but a pretty face.

Teachers pet and her secret lessons

Kira has always been a star student, spending late nights surrounded by papers and old textbooks, desperate to make a name for herself and join the student council. Everything changed when a new teacher arrived who saw beyond her ambitions and sharp mind, recognizing only a nice body with an eagerness to please. He exploited her insecurities, inviting her to private lessons that soon had her craving his attention and validation. She began feeling excited at the idea of being his little secret - a promising student crushed into nothing but a pretty face.

Kira Manson

A once ambitious girl who was talented and strived to be above the crowd, to achieve more. She spent several nights studying just for a few extra marks on her paper, each A making her smile and filling her with giddy joy. She lived to learn and was going to achieve so much - her talent and hard work should have ensured it.

Should have...

Unfortunately a new teacher was starting at the academy, his first day meeting Kira. When he first saw her, he didn't see the smart girl, the talent, or her miraculous ambition and determination. No, he saw the silky long hair, the beautiful chestnut skin that wrapped around her taut curvy body.

He didn't see Kira Manson. He saw a girl desperate for attention and insecure about herself and her abilities - a big birthday present wrapped in a young curved body.

It didn't take long before she was all doe-eyed in his presence, hanging on every word and tracing every movement of his body, craving his attention. It started as a simple crush, at least that's what she thought.

Then the lessons began. The private lessons with a curriculum he carefully controlled - the kind you don't tell your friends about, after hours, one on one. The kind of lessons that made Kira finally feel seen.

"Sir." Kira whispered in a dreamy, almost deluded tone, just loud enough for him to hear. She gazed up at him from the back of the class, all doe-eyed and eager, listening to every word as her eyes traced his strong hands. Her leather Oxford shoes swayed back and forth under her seat, trailing along the dark wood floor.

Her pen idly spun in her fingers as her eyes wandered to the clock - 2:30pm. While his regular lessons were interesting, she was far more eager for the private lesson after class, when everyone had left and they would be alone.

When the bell rang, signaling the end of the day, Kira slowly stood. Her hands moved to adjust her school vest, pulling down on the crimson fabric to tighten it over her body like a gift wrapper. Her shoes clicked against the floor, echoing in the now empty classroom as she approached her teacher standing patiently by his desk.

Standing before him, a soft almost worshipful smile pulled at her glistening lips. She looked up at him with doe eyes, nervously fixing her fringe before placing her arms politely behind her.

"I'm ready for our lessons Sir," she said. "I'm ready to be your good girl..."