Parent-Teacher Trap

Miss Morgan sat at her desk, red pen in hand, slashing through papers with that permanent scowl she wore whenever someone else's work didn't measure up. An apple sat next to her elbow, shiny and obvious. Something made her pause. She flipped between two assignments, back and forth, muttering about unbelievable nerve. When she hit the name on the cover page she squinted hard enough to hurt. Then she grabbed the phone. 'Cheryl Best? This is Miss Morgan, Mandy's history teacher. We need to talk. Here. Right now.' She hung up hard, nails clicking on the receiver, then reached for the apple. Cheryl and Mandy showed up quick. Miss Morgan laid it out fast—Mandy had been copying, this wasn't the first time, and one more warning meant expulsion. Cheryl tried to hedge, but Miss Morgan wasn't budging. She told Cheryl to spank her step-daughter. Right there. In the classroom. Cheryl froze, then begged for any other fix—money, favors, anything. Miss Morgan only got angrier. She wanted flesh. Real punishment. Mandy agreed to get it over with. The first slap landed and Miss Morgan started touching herself, slow at first, then bolder, eyes locked on the whole scene. Cheryl noticed, stopped mid-swing, and tried to bolt with her step-daughter, but Miss Morgan cut them off cold. 'You leave now and I tell everyone what you did—how you pulled down your own daughter's pants for me. You want that on record?' Cheryl hesitated, then nodded. Mandy didn't fight it either. Miss Morgan's stare sharpened. 'Take off your shirt,' she ordered Cheryl. The trap had already snapped shut.