Becoming the Teacher's Favorite, Chapter 1
Nervously shifting in her seat at the cafe, Amelia couldn't take her eyes off the clock, counting the seconds as if her life depended on it. Time seemed to have frozen, and the minutes crawled past like snails. With barely 15 minutes gone by, Amelia was already yearning for more.
The waitress appeared, pen and paper in hand, "Just yourself today?" she asked, ready to take her order.
"I'm waiting for someone," Amelia responded with downcast eyes. "But could I please have a small coffee?" Her social anxiety never left her, even when it came to strangers.
"Of course, coming right up," the waitress replied, smiling before walking away. Fidgeting, Amelia refocused on the clock, chances were she still had some time to wait.
Amelia and a woman from online had been having deep discussions for weeks. They found they clicked on every level, from books to their personal lives. They decided to postpone meeting each other or exchanging names, both having had damaging connections in their past due to their interests.
The waitress returned with her coffee, leaving it on the table before heading back up front. Then, the cafe door opened, and Amelia heard the waitress say, "She's in the back, waiting." Her anxiety shot through the roof as footsteps approached.
"Hello, are you A?" The familiar voice made Amelia look up and stop in her tracks. Her former middle school teacher, Miss Parker, stood before her. Not just any teacher, but the one who comforted her during the worst parts of her childhood. The one who helped her through hellish experiences at school. The one she'd had a crush on for years.
"Oh no, oh no," Amelia muttered, heart pounding. Miss Parker had overseen everything Amelia had shared about her sexual preferences, not having realized who was on the other end of the conversation. She froze, knowing what was about to happen next.
"Hi, are you Amelia?" A comforting smile spread across Miss Parker's face. "It's been over 6 years, hasn't it?" Her voice bubbled with excitement. "You've grown into a beautiful woman." Her bright smile made Amelia flush, taking in the compliment.
"Um, call you Miss Parker?" Amelia stammered, her vision fixed on her former teacher.
"No, we're past that now," Claire replied, her kind demeanor making Amelia feel more at ease. "Why don't you try calling me Claire?" She settled into the booth, and Amelia followed suit.
"This isn't... Creepy, right? You were my teacher," Amelia whispered, scanning for any signs someone might overhear.
"I haven't been your teacher in a long time, sweetie," Claire assured her with her eyes locked on her. "We're both grown women now. We know what we want." Her gaze never faltered, and Amelia began to feel more relaxed.
"No pressure, just a normal conversation," she suggested, smiling. "Treat this like a regular date."
The idea of it not being a sexual encounter took some of Amelia's tension away. "That sounds good," she said, a lightness returning to her face.
And so began their first actual date, awkward at first but eventually they were both chatting away like old friends. It was the best date they'd had in a long time. As they talked for hours in the quiet corner, Amelia realized she was still completely infatuated with her former teacher, hanging on to every word. Her fascination was still very real. For the first time in years, she was able to ask what had been burning in her mind, "Why did you leave like that?"
Claire winces, the old memory still causing a sting even today. "You see, my sweet, I used to be in a relationship that was deteriorating. We were bad for each other, but none of us could admit it. In the end, I ended things with her." She looks down at her coffee anxiously. "She...didn't take it well."
Amelia notices the tears in her eyes and comforts her, "You don't have to tell me if it's too painful. I understand." The last thing she wants is for Claire to relive the pain of the past.
"No...no, it's okay. You of all people deserve an answer." Taking a deep breath, she continues, "My previous partner outed me to everyone - she told the school board and all the parents about our relationship and they went crazy."
Amelia's eyes widen with disbelief. How could someone do such a cruel, vindictive thing to Claire, who was always the kindest and most compassionate teacher at school?
"They gave me the option to resign with some dignity or be fired." Looking down and avoiding eye contact, she says, "I'm so sorry for never saying goodbye, but they wouldn't let me." A long silence follows as Claire continues to stare at her coffee. Amelia has never seen the usually confident Miss Parker appear so vulnerable.
Shaking her head, she looks up at Claire, "But that's all in the past now." Reaching across the table, she takes Amelia's hand. "I'd much rather focus on the future." She squeezes her hand. "And I hope you can be a part of it as my little one."
Amelia's whole body turns scarlet, forgetting why they were there in the first place. The thought of losing Claire again is too much to bear. She squeezes Clark's hand just as hard before replying, "I think I'd like that very much."
"You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that," says Claire, still holding Amelia's hand tightly. "We can take this as fast or slow as you want, okay baby girl?" Gazing deep into Amelia's eyes, she leans forward over the table, their lips barely touching before she pulls away. "I'll keep you safe, I'll take care of you - I promise," she whispers.
Amelia's brain short-circuits as their lips meet; she's daydreamed about this moment a million times, but the reality is even more satisfying. Her attempts to speak fail miserably, unable to find the right words.
Burying her face in her hands, she's incredibly flustered, murmuring, "Oh my God, that just happened...Sorry." She's mortified over what just happened, but finds it hard to believe she's finally sharing this moment with Claire.
Chuckling at the redness in Amelia's face, Claire asks, "Do you mean it...that you'll keep me safe?...That you'll take care of me?"
Without a shred of doubt in her voice, Claire replies, "Always, Amelia. No matter what we do, I'll be there with you every step of the way." Changing her expression to one of warmth and tenderness, she adds, "You're going to be my little girl, after all."
Seeing Claire's conviction, Amelia relaxes, enjoying a rare state of calm she's not accustomed to expressing in front of others. She's spent her teenage years as the good girl, the honour roll student, and the constant pressure from her parents to succeed. Truth be told, she's never even had a detention.
With a playful smile, she leans over and looks at Claire, "But what if your baby girl likes being a brat?" She teases, flicking her long, honey blonde hair around her finger. "I mean, I can be a lot to handle."
Her passionate response prompts Claire to retort, "Oh, is that so?" Her voice is sweeter than honey. "Well, there isn't a brat born that myself and Miss Hairbrush not only can but will handle." Reaching into her purse, she grabs a solid oak paddle brush and places it in front of Amelia.
Feeling like a bratty teenager, Amelia bites her lip as she gazes at the brush. Her mind fills with vivid fantasies of being helpless over someone's knee while they roast her bottom, leaving her legs trembling with arousal.
When she finally speaks, her voice is defiant, "Is that all?" She dismisses the brush completely with a smirk. "You've met your match, Miss Parker." Sticking her tongue out at her former mentor impudently, she taunts, "Check please!"
As they sit in Claire's SUV outside her home, Amelia's heart is beating furiously. She's made to sit in the back on the drive because "little girls are safer back there." Sticking true to her role, Amelia complains, "But I wanna sit up front." However, her protests are met with Claire's piercing glare.
Stepping out onto the asphalt, she marvels at Claire's large estate, engrossed to the point that she doesn't notice Claire approaching her from the side. "Sweetie, there's something important we need to discuss."
Turning around, a tall brunette stands overhead, staring down at her. She tries to hide her blush, "If anything becomes too overwhelming or difficult, you just need to say 'cantaloupe', and we'll stop, okay?" Reaching up, she brushes some hair behind Amelia's ears before leaning close to whisper, "Otherwise, the moment you enter that door, you'll be nothing but a naughty brat in need of some firm discipline, is that clear?" Her expression changes quickly, becoming strict and demanding. This causes a shiver to pass through Amelia. She nods her head, unable to speak. Claire gently grabs her hand, leading her upstairs.
The interior of the house is stunning, well-furnished and spotless, but Amelia has no time to appreciate it. "Amelia Jacobs, you're in so much trouble," she hears. Miss Parker stands there, hands on her hips, with a stern look on her face.
"I can't believe a girl your age would behave like such an unruly brat in public," she snaps, grabbing Amelia's ear forcefully. "And I know exactly how to deal with bratty little girls."
Amelia's body tingles with pain as Claire leads her into the living room. Squealing and resisting, she tries to sound angry, "Let me go! You can't do this. I'm not some little kid!" However, she can't hide her excitement.
Ignoting her protests, Claire drags her to the living room. Before placing her on display, Claire orders, "Strip!" Amelia's heart races. It's been years since her high school gym class, and even then, she changed in the stalls, feeling insecure about her body. She considers using her safe word but then notices the desire in Claire's eyes.
No one has ever looked at her like that before, with desire and need. But on second thought, this makes her feel even more vulnerable. Closing her eyes tightly, she quietly says, "No, I won't." When she peers up, Claire's expression is like a look she's never seen before - wild with hunger.
Claire firmly grasps her chin, making her face her. "You can do it, or I can do it," Claire says, trying not to smirk at her "little one". The thought of Claire stripping her bare is almost too much for her to handle. She manages to pull down her yoga pants, her thumbs slowly sliding them to the floor, hoping this signals the end. "Shirt too?" Claire adds, with no room for argument.
Trembling, Amelia pulls her sweater over her head and drops it to cover herself, revealing her voluptuous body. Claire fixates on her derriere encased in a pink thong. She shakes her head, "Tsk, tsk, tsk."
"Those panties are unsuitable for a girl your age, Amy," she says, ripping the panties off her waist. "We'll be making some changes to your underwear drawer." Without warning, she smacks her bottom. "In the corner now, little girl."
Amelia bury's her head in the corner, fealing more exposed than ever in her life, even while she can't help feeling excited. "In 20 minutes I'll be back, and I won't be empty-handed," she hears before feeling a gentle rub against her bottom. She doesn't know why she's so excited at this treatment. And she can't wait for Claire to be back.
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