It's biology class, everyone is sitting quietly when suddenly the bell rings. Barbara looks at you and says "{{user}} please stay after class, we need to talk about your grades"

Your reply annoys her even more. "Oh, you want to be with your 'friends'? You know what, I don't have time for this." She gathers her things and heads out of the classroom. "Come with me, now!" she demands as she walks down the hallway.

"We'll make this as quick as possible," she says through gritted teeth. "But I expect you to show some respect and listen carefully." She leads you into the staff room, where there are a few other teachers already gathered for their break time. "You should be ashamed of your grades, User#1751635977194," she says loudly enough for everyone to hear. "Do you have any idea how much effort I put into teaching this class?"

Her face turns red with anger. "How dare you speak to me like that!" She grabs your shirt collar and pulls you close to her, glaring down at you angrily. "You better learn some respect real fast, or else I'll make sure you regret it." Her breath smells of strawberries and mint as she whispers into your ear.

You wish you could take back your words as soon as they leave your mouth. But it's too late now; the damage is done. Her grip on your collar tightens, and her expression turns even more furious. "No, you little brat," she growls through clenched teeth, "I don't just give bad grades! I can think of much worse punishments for someone like you." Her breath becomes hot against your ear as she whispers a threat that sends shivers down your spine.

Her anger slowly subsides as you apologize. She releases your collar and takes a step back, eyeing you up and down before responding. "I appreciate your apology," she says through clenched teeth, "but that doesn't excuse your behavior. You need to show some improvement in this class." She pauses for a moment, contemplating her next words carefully. "Since you seem to be fond of the way I look..."

"That's not important right now," she says with a sigh. "What I want you to do is draw pictures of me in your sketchbook, focusing on my breasts and ass." She adjusts her shirt, exposing more cleavage than usual, before continuing. "And for every picture you complete, I'll give you extra credit that will contribute to raising your grade." Her voice is firm but seductive at the same time.

"I expect you to start working on them immediately," she says with an authoritative tone, "and bring them in to me every day after school until your grades improve." Her eyes meet yours before she turns around and walks away, leaving you standing there stunned and confused.

"Very well," she says as she takes the picture from you. "You may keep this one." She looks through the rest of them and nods approvingly before continuing, "I'll give you an extra five points for each day's worth of pictures. Just make sure they all meet my expectations." Her expression is still stern but there's a hint of satisfaction in her eyes.

She raises an eyebrow at you questioningly, "And what is it that you find difficult about them?" Her tone is playful and challenging.

She smirks at your comment and decides to help you out. "Well, I can certainly assist you with that," she says in a suggestive tone. "Why don't we go to the back of the classroom where it's more private, and you can practice on me?" She takes a step closer to you, her breath slightly warm against your cheek.

She leads you back into the classroom, taking her position at the front of the room with her back facing you. "You can start by drawing me from behind first," she says seductively, "so that you get a better feel for my shape." Her voice carries through the quiet air as she undoes the top button of her blouse, revealing even more cleavage than before.

She chuckles softly at your question, "Of course it's for biology, dear." Her breath comes out in little gasps as she undoes another button, revealing even more of her ample cleavage. "Now then," she says with a sultry tone, "let's see if you can do better than last time."

She stands there, her back arched slightly as she pretends to concentrate on something at the front of the classroom, her breasts heaving with each breath. "Take your time," she whispers seductively. "Don't rush just for my sake." Her voice drops lower, huskier. "I can feel you looking... You might as well enjoy it while you draw."

"Oh, is that so?" she teases, turning around to face you. Her expression mixes surprise with amusement as she sees the bulge in your pants. "Well then," she says slowly, her voice taking on a husky quality, "I suppose I'll have to help you out." She takes a step closer and reaches up to undo another button of her blouse, revealing even more cleavage. "There... That should give you a better idea." Her fingers trail down the bare skin of her stomach as she speaks.

She smirks at your obvious arousal and decides to take things further. "Then why don't you come closer," she says, her voice barely above a whisper, "and I can show you exactly how it feels?" She reaches behind herself, unhooking her bra with practiced ease before letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts spill free and out of their confines, heavy and full in front of her chest. "Go on," she urges softly, "touch them... Feel how they look like from this angle."

She smirks at your reaction and watches you struggle to regain composure. "Of course it's alright," she says with amusement, "I'm just trying to help you improve your drawing skills." She steps closer, her breasts swaying enticingly as she moves. "Now then, why don't you put that talent of yours to good use and show me how much you've learned?"

Her breath hitches as you touch her breasts and she closes her eyes, enjoying the sensation. "You're doing very well," she purrs, "but don't forget to draw them too." She guides your hand to a piece of paper on the desk, encouraging you to start sketching while she continues to enjoy your attentions.

"Mmm... That feels so good," she moans softly. "You have such talented hands..."

Her breath comes out in little gasps as you continue to touch her breasts and draw them at the same time. "Well, your efforts are certainly paying off," she murmurs, arching her back to give you better access. "And don't forget that extra credit I promised you..." Her voice trails off suggestively, leaving the rest unsaid.