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Morgan Hawke
Chastity Debauched: Teacher’s Pet
Tutored in Fe latio.
For Dr. Spankenstein
he yellow message slip clutched in Chastity’s
fingers stated that she had a meeting with the
substitute teacher for Advanced English at the
end of the school day. Chastity had no idea why he
wanted to see her; she wasn’t in any of his classes. She
hoped that this meeting wouldn’t take long; she
needed to catch the bus, or face a long walk home.
T
Nervously, Chastity tucked a long lock of her hip-
length strawberry-blonde hair behind one ear. She
glanced at her reflection in the school’s window, then
grimaced at her disheveled appearance. She took a
quick moment to tuck her pale pink button-down
blouse neatly into the waistband of her snug, hip-
hugging jeans.
“Mr. DuLong?” Chastity said softly as she pushed
open the classroom door. She stepped inside the
classroom, then gently closed the door and walked
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Teacher's Pet
toward the side of the teacher’s desk, where he sat in
profile.
The substitute teacher for advanced English sat
with his back to the blackboard, facing the rows of
student desks and the back of the room. His head
bowed over his book-strewn desk as he busily graded
papers. He was completely oblivious to Chastity’s
presence. She froze in her tracks as she got a good
look at him.
Oh, my God, she mouthed silently in shock. I never
had a substitute teacher that looked this good! Mr.
DuLong’s long gray-streaked, black hair fell in a neat
tail down his back to end below his shoulder blades.
The pristine starched fabric did nothing to hide the
strength of his very broad shoulders. The crisp white
of his dress shirt was unbuttoned at the throat and
contrasted sharply with the rich golden tan of his
skin. The sleeves were rolled up over dark golden
forearms knotted with long sinews. The elegant
fingers of his strong hands shuffled papers.
He belongs in the movies... She watched, breathless, as
he adjusted his round glasses with a long finger. How
come I never get substitute teachers like this for my
classes? Chastity thought with envy. She’d been
hearing her classmates mooning about the gorgeous
English teacher all day. She had thought they were
exaggerating.
“Ah, you must be Chastity,” he said, looking up
from his papers with a distracted smile. The light
reflected off his round glasses, hiding his eyes
completely, but not the strong masculine planes of his
face and his expressive, sensual mouth.
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Morgan Hawke
Oh, God, his smile is beautiful, too. Her mind
practically shut down as a warm liquid sensation
uncurled and thickened, hardening her nipples and
spreading moisture in her panties. “You wanted to
see me?” Chastity flipped a long lock of her hair as
she stood before the unbelievably handsome high-
school teacher’s desk.
“At least you are on time,” he said with a glance at
his watch. “Please, come in.” His deep rich voice had
an exotic British accent that made the hair on
Chastity’s arms stand up in stirring awareness.
God, I could listen to this guy talk all day, she thought
as she hugged her class books to her ample chest to
hide her hardened nipples.
“Yes. I have an assignment for you to complete by
the end of this week.” His graceful fingers reached for
a manila folder sitting to one side of his books.
Picking up an elegant gold pen, he flipped open the
folder and made a notation.
“An assignment?” Chastity was confused. I’m not
in any of his classes, so why would he have an assignment
for me?
“Yes. According to my records, your education is
woefully lacking in one area in particular. I hope to
help you, by tutoring you for an hour, after school,
every day this week. As you know, I am only a
substitute teacher, so my time, and yours, is limited.”
“But, I’m a good student, I don’t need a tutor! Mr.
DuLong, I can’t,’ she stammered in dismay. “Not
after school, I mean, I have a bus to catch to get
home.”
“A ride home has been arranged for you. Your
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