"Things just got hell of a lot interesting." Sage squeals as we climb into Aryianas SUV.
Perks of being the only child of a rich family I presume.

I had informed my friends about my encounter with my teacher, how I now realized that he was aware who I was at the gym and already read some of my carnal entries.

"So do you think he knows about Wattpad?" Aryianas asks me as she begins driving to her house.
"It was so random that he brought that website up. He made direct eye contact with me," I whisper and Sage clears her throat.

"He wants that student teacher love affair. Sounds like to me, you need to change the storyline of your book." She points out and I frown.

"You want me to change it from the principal to a student?" I ask and she nods.

"How sexy is that?" Sage adds and I hear Violet snort and I turn over to look at her.

"What?" I ask and she rolls her eyes.

"BDSM is so...demoralizing to females." She whispers and I cringe.

"Uh oh. Her feminist button has been pushed." Aryianas mumbles and we all sigh.

I was a feminist as well but Violet stretched the limit.
"It's consensual. It isn't like the female doesn't want anything that's happening." I reply and she shrugs.

"But still, a female shouldn't think that way. Being ordered around all the time and treated as...a slut." Violet objects and Sage groans dramatically.

"Hey, thats some peoples poison. I'm all 'power to the pùssy' too but I do like to be tossed and slapped around and called a few names in bed too." Sage mutters and Aryiana giggles.

"Okay little virgin." Aryiana teases and Sage sticks her tongue out.
"Does anyone want anything to eat while we're out?" Aryiana asks and I decline.
"Sage?" Violet asks and she shakes her head and I frown. "You sure?" I ask and she nods again.
"Positive." She promises

"I'm just saying, I don't think I could be a submissive." Violet finally says and I smirk.

"What about a Domme?" I ask and she raises an eyebrow.

"I'm not into anal. Especially with guys." She says in a teasing voice and I laugh silently.
"Okay Violet, just remember; Feminism is about gender equality, not female supremacy." I remind and she rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Like Beyoncé says, 'Who Run The World?' Girls." Violet sings and all I can do is laugh.

I had officially began writing on wattpad and I wasn't a fool- I created a separate account from school.

My personal blog, I had already gained 400 reads, 6 comments, 43 votes and 29 followers.

I think I was doing pretty well for having just updated. My book was beginning to turn steamy as the book unfolded and it seemed as though, the more I wrote...the steamier my life seemed to actually get.

I had English class and Mr. Valente gave us all an assignment for a short story to put on wattpad.

"The genres will include Romance, Horror, Paranormal or Historical Fiction. You will have the remainder of the class period to begin and put the sample on Wattpad tonight by midnight. I'll be checking." Mr. Valente states.

The class begins the assignment and looks over at me.

"Ms. Winter, I print out some papers and they are in the copy room, could you go get those for me?" Mr. Valente asks me without looking up from his papers on his desk.

Even though he's not making eye contact, I glare at him briefly before rising to my feet and walking outside of the classroom and down the hall to the copy room.
My skirt was rising up and I felt an uncomfortable draft along my ass as I felt myself obtaining a wedgie as well.

Today was just not my day.

I walked into the copy room, taking notice to how small the space was.

The printer was in the middle of what looked almost like a closet. I squeezed between the file cabinet behind me and the copy machine as I tried to find what was being printed out.

But there was no paper!

That British asshole set me up! I stood for a moment, wondering if he was still in the process of printing the papers out.
Finally as I see nothing was being printed out, I groaned and tried to move from the position I was in. But the hem of my skirt got caught and I struggled to shimmy out of the room.

Just as I was about to burst into tears and wail like a banshee, Mr. Valente himself appeared at the doorway.

His hair was sleeked back and he seemed all too calm.

"What's taking you so long?" He asks in a dark tone that makes my knees get weak.

I swallow the sudden lump in my throat and try to put on my best poker face.

"Nothing was printing out." I say in a matter of fact tone and he rolls his eyes.

"Did you check the printer for any ink?" He then asks me and I bite the inside of my cheek.

Now that would've been a smart idea...

He sighs and steps into the room, closing the door behind him and walks towards me, clearly determined to get to the printer, but I then notice he's not walking in front but in fact- behind me.

"Uh, Mr. Valente, I'm actually stuck-" however he interrupts me on the last word.
Stepping next to me and my eyes widen.

Mother of Cloves and Hoes, what is going on?

"Just step to the side." He says easily and I purse my lips.

"I just said I'm stuck." I say again in a stern tone.

I can't see him. I just sense his presence and that both worries and excites me all at once.

"Lean forward."
"I just said I can't move! The hem of my skirt is stuck." I remind and he's silent for a moment.

What's he thinking?

"Maybe you shouldn't wear such a skimpy skirt." And just as I go to reply with a smart remark, he squeezes behind me.
So now I have the printer in front of me and Mr. Valente directly behind me.

To the point where I can actually feel the front of his pants on my ass.

He moves slightly forward...almost grinding behind me. "Move up and try to reach for your skirt where it's caught." He says, I can almost hear his voice hitch.

As I try to reach for the front of my skirt, which is around that area, I'm now bent over in front of him and the breeze on my ass is now covered by the front of my teachers pants.

"I can't reach it." I breathe and he sucks his teeth and leans forward.

I hold my breath as I feel his hand scope around my thigh, reaching for the fabric of my skirt where it's been latched to the printer.
He reach it all the way without me opening my legs just a little bit more.

This cannot be happening.

And what's worse, I can feel his..member and it feels large....and he's awake.

Throbbing against my ass as I press myself back, open my legs wider and bend over.

We're dead silent but I'm pretty sure he can hear my heart beating like an 808 drum.

He rips my skirt from the printer and I go to close my legs but I feel his hand brush ever so gently across the front of my panties and my knees cave in.

I slink forward and hold on to the printer for dear life as he moves from behind me.

"Now let's find out what's wrong with this printer." He says easily.
The bastard is acting as if nothing happened!

My panties are now damp, my body is on fire and I'm completely flushed.
I gaze at Mr. Valente as he checks the printer and I bite my lip slowly.

"Is it working?" I ask quietly and he hesitates for a moment, looking down- I think at himself and then back at me.

"It's working perfectly fine. Would you like to see how it works?"
He wasn't talking about the printer and I knew that.
He knew that I knew that.
I knew that he knew that I knew he knew that.

That made no sense... But still I just knew.

But he was asking me a question in code which could make the ball game completely different. It could make it almost dangerous.

And I heard myself saying the words. The words I wrote about.
The words that held so much power for him and put me in a position that I could only write about.

"Yes sir." I whisper.

~~~
So my book on Wattpad changed a little bit. From hot sexy principal and English teacher. To quiet mysterious senior and sexy English teacher.

I began to write about punishments, riding crops, paddles, denial of orgasms.

I began to write my fantasies and people loved it. I felt myself opening up.

Sage slept over that night and I opened up to her about everything that had happened that day.

"That's kinky." Sage says as she tugs her sweatshirt over her head. "I know, I didn't trust myself in front of him." I admit silently and Sage raises her eyebrows.

"What do you mean? What were you going to do? Drop to your knees and give him head in the copy room?" She asks me with a slight laugh and I shrug, which makes her smile drop and her eyes widen.

"Oh shit, you were serious. But I can't blame you. I would've done that and more." Sage admits and I roll my eyes.

"I'm not saying I would've, but who knows? Besides you're a little slut muffin who can't keep her mouth closed." I tease and Sage sticks her tongue out.

"Hey, my little phase is over. I had low self esteem and I wanted to feel wanted so ...Let It Go." Sage says in a sing song voice and I smirk, "Okay Elsa."

"You know this is dangerous, right?" Sage asks me and I nod, even though deep down inside I knew this was wrong.

I didn't care. I wanted to see where it would take me.

"I also have something to ask you." She say and I move towards the bed and throw my legs on top of hers.

"Shoot." I reply with a yawn. "Do you think Aryiana is a lesbian?" Her question catches me completely off guard and I try not to change my facial expression.

"Why do you think that?" I finally ask.

"I don't really know. I see the way she acts in front of guys and it's nothing I expected. Plus she's secretive with who she talks to. I don't want to ask her because that would be rude. 'Hey Aryiana, are you a lesbian?' That sounds disrespectful." Sage says and I kick her in the leg.

"Just ask her. We're all friends and we're always honest with each other." Technically I wasn't lying to Sage, the ball wasn't in my court now.

"I guess I will. But I'm tired, I have a chemistry quiz tomorrow and I don't want to fall asleep during it." Sage says and rolls over and I frown at her.

"You always fall asleep in chemistry." I point out.
"Yeah, but I'm only saying this so you won't try to hold it against me later." She says with a smirk.
"Whatever." I pause for a moment. "Do you want your night snack?" I ask her and she shakes her head, keeping her head down.

"Since when do you not want a snack?" I ask laughing and she shrugs again.

"Are you full?" I ask her and she nods.

"Surprise there." I mumble and lay my head down. But she doesn't say anything.

And soon sleep captures me.
~*~*~*

Hey guys. I'm back. I'm so sorry for the delay and this sucky / short chapter. But I was dying to update.

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