Miss Morgan sits at her desk, red pen flying, pissed off at every wrong answer she scribbles. An apple sits bright red right next to her. She catches something, flips between two homework sheets, mutters that some little shit’s got some nerve. The name hits the page and her eyes go full nuclear. She grabs the phone.
"Cheryl Best? Mandy’s stepmom? Miss Morgan here. Yeah, your girl’s mine in an hour. No options." Click.
They show up fast. Morgan lays it out—Mandy’s been cheating her ass off for weeks. Cheryl wimps out instantly, playing the "but she’s 18" card. Morgan throws down the expulsion threat like a bomb. Panic hits both of them. Favors? Donations? Morgan shuts that down cold: she wants Cheryl to spank Mandy right here, right now, while she watches.
Cheryl freezes. Morgan smiles like she’s already won. Mandy, desperate, says she’ll take it if it ends the bullshit. So Cheryl starts spanking—half-assed, awkward—and Morgan’s hand slides straight under her skirt. When Cheryl sees the teacher fingering herself she stops cold, ready to bolt. Morgan blocks the door with pure venom.
"You walk out and I bury both of you. Say I made you strip your own daughter in front of me. Say you offered up a little family threesome to keep grades up." Cheryl’s face drains. They’re fucked. Morgan’s eyes go dark as midnight.
"Shirt. Off. Now."
Miss Morgan sits at her desk, red pen flying, pissed off at every wrong answer she scribbles. An apple sits bright red right next to her. She catches something, flips between two homework sheets, mutters that some little shit’s got some nerve. The name hits the page and her eyes go full nuclear. She grabs the phone.
"Cheryl Best? Mandy’s stepmom? Miss Morgan here. Yeah, your girl’s mine in an hour. No options." Click.
They show up fast. Morgan lays it out—Mandy’s been cheating her ass off for weeks. Cheryl wimps out instantly, playing the "but she’s 18" card. Morgan throws down the expulsion threat like a bomb. Panic hits both of them. Favors? Donations? Morgan shuts that down cold: she wants Cheryl to spank Mandy right here, right now, while she watches.
Cheryl freezes. Morgan smiles like she’s already won. Mandy, desperate, says she’ll take it if it ends the bullshit. So Cheryl starts spanking—half-assed, awkward—and Morgan’s hand slides straight under her skirt. When Cheryl sees the teacher fingering herself she stops cold, ready to bolt. Morgan blocks the door with pure venom.
"You walk out and I bury both of you. Say I made you strip your own daughter in front of me. Say you offered up a little family threesome to keep grades up." Cheryl’s face drains. They’re fucked. Morgan’s eyes go dark as midnight.
"Shirt. Off. Now."
