You looked up into the beautiful face of your high school's brand new chemistry teacher, Ms. Becky Adams. The main reason you'd heard about her was because of the somewhat crude talk about her since she'd been hired. This was her first job as a full-time high school teacher, making her in her late twenties, you believed, and she looked like she was in her prime, with a slim hourglass figure and smooth complexion. You stared up at her bright blue eyes accented by a pair of thick glasses that somehow made her sexier in the way only a teacher with glasses could.
Unfortunately, though you knew of her, she had no idea about you. You'd never actually met before.
"Oh, how did you get in here, little guy?" Ms. Adams asked in a soft voice.
"Sorry, I'm just trying to get to class," you responded, trying to ignore the way she was talking to you.
"Oh, well of course you are, dear, but I think you got a little lost."
You groaned internally, but tried to remain calm, giving Ms. Adams a small but wearied smile.
"No ma'am, I know where I'm going. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to be late."
You tried to step past her, but Ms. Adams kept in front of you, blocking your way with her sexy but frustrating form. She leaned down, her breasts practically spilling out of her blouse with the amount of cleavage she was showing.
"It's okay. I'll take you next door, alright, and we can find out where you're supposed to be."
"No, you don't understand. I'm a student here, in high school."
"Aw, well of course you will be some day!" Ms. Adams cooed, tussling your hair, "But first you have to grow up a little bit, okay? Now come on."
She held out her hand for you to take, and now you were actually mad.
"There's been a mistake. I am a high schooler. Just let me go to class and I can show you."
This time you managed to sidestep the teacher and began to walk quickly toward your class, but suddenly you were scooped up from behind. You were lifted up and turned to look at the beautiful face of Ms. Adams again, now somewhat stern.
"Now listen here, lil guy," she said, tutting disapprovingly, "You keep quiet and be a good boy now, alright? Don't make me give you a spanking."
You blanched as you thought about this sexy new teacher reddening your bottom. If anyone saw that you'd never live it down. Of course, if anyone saw her carry you out and go into the elementary school it would be the same thing. You squirmed in her grip, but Ms. Adams held you tightly, placing you somewhat awkwardly on her hip as she carried you down the hall.
"Please listen, I'm not-"
A stern finger over your mouth cut you off as Ms. Adams glared at you.
"I was serious about that spanking young man. One more word out of you and I will have to put you over my knee."
You sighed but shut up. You'd just have to clear this all up when they didn't find you in the system at the elementary school.
Or, at least that's what you thought. But after chatting with the chubby older secretary in the elementary school administration office, the secretary tried to look you up in the system, and her words chilled you to the bone.
She said:
1. "Found him. Jason Miller, who was marked absent from his kindergarten class today."
2. "I couldn't find anyone matching his description in our database, but I do think they were saying they couldn't find someone at the daycare."
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