Mr. Graham was one of those antiquated teachers who believed that today’s school students lacked discipline. His desk always had an ample supply of detention slips and he had no reservations in using them to send an errant student to detention.

He missed “the good old days” when a teacher was allowed to spank a deserving student and he felt that the new way of thinking, of letting a student express himself, was in his words balderdash. The irony of it all was that Mr. Graham was a high school history teacher – a fact that was not lost on him, either.

Cathy McMillan was one of those students. A high-spirited, irrepressible young woman, she was a typical boy-crazy, giggling, high school sophomore. Older than her fellow classmates because she had been kept back a year, the seventeen year old was still just as giddy and immature.

It was a bright, sunny spring day, one of those days when young minds find it near impossible to concentrate on something so mundane as classroom school work. Cathy wanted to be anywhere but stuck in a classroom, learning about something that happened hundreds of years before she was born and which she could see no value in knowing.

She tried to pay attention, she really did. But her mind tended to wander to her favorite subject, boys. Her best friend sitting in the desk across the aisle didn’t help by passing notes back and forth to her, either. It was one of these notes that began her troubles that day.

“Miss McMillan, is that note important to the class?” Mr. Graham said, catching her as she passed it to her girlfriend while he tried to lecture the class.

“No Sir,” she said, and tried to hide the note in her hand.

“Well, perhaps the class would like to hear what’s on this note then. Would you like to share the note with the class?”

“No Sir.”

“Come up here, Miss McMillan,” he said as he walked over to his desk from the chalkboard. Cathy got up from her desk and walked to the front of the class. She stood at his desk in front of the class as Mr. Graham wrote out one of his famous detention slips.

“I guess you will be keeping me company for a couple hours after school today, Miss McMillan,” he said, and handed her the slip of paper. “Now return to your seat so we can finish class before the bell rings.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said. “Shit!” she muttered to herself as she walked back to her seat. The class resumed and in a short time, the bell rang and class was dismissed. As everyone filed out of the classroom Cathy’s girlfriend caught her arm.

“I’m sorry I got you in trouble Cathy,” she said.

“It’s okay Anna,” Cathy said, “It’s nothing I’m not used to. I’m just glad old man Graham didn’t make me read the note. I would have died of embarrassment!”

“Yeah, I guess if we are going to pass notes, we should be more careful what we write,” Anna said.

“Yeah,” Cathy said. The girls hugged each other and then split up to go to their last classes of the day. After school was out, Cathy went to her locker to get her things and then headed off to Mr. Graham’s class for her detention.

Cathy reached the classroom, and paused at the door. She hated detention and especially on such a nice day. But she knew if she just blew it off, it would only be worse when she came back the next day. So after taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door.

“Come in, Miss McMillan,” he said, as she peeked around the partially open door.

“Yes Sir,” she said meekly, as she came in and walked up to his desk where he sat grading some papers.

“Now young lady, you are here because you interrupted my class earlier today by passing a note back and forth with Miss Reynolds. You thought it was only the one note that I caught you two trading, but in reality I saw you two swap notes a number of times. And this wasn’t the first time I have seen you two communicating like this while I am trying to teach.”

“Yes Sir,” she said, looking down at her feet.

“How are you going to pass my class if you are so busy gossiping and giggling with your friends that you miss the information that I give you?”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Well you can start by reading the assignment that the rest of the class had today – one I am sure you were too busy to do yourself during class time. After you have done that, I want you to write ‘I will not pass notes in class’ on the blackboard fifty times. Maybe then the lesson will stick.”

“Yes Sir,” she sighed. She took her book and belongings to her desk and sat down dejected. She opened the book and began reading. But Cathy found the information just as dry and boring after school as it was during class.

Cathy stared out the window of her classroom as she watched the school bus that normally would take her home pull away without her. She looked longingly at the bus as it reached the end of the school parking lot and turned the corner headed to drop the other kids off at their homes.

Then she turned her attention back to her books and tried to absorb some of the dates and facts that she would be tested on tomorrow.

Cathy had already taken this test once before and failed it, so Mr. Graham offered her the chance to make up the test at the end of the week. If she failed again, however, she would not pass and would have to repeat the class in summer school while all her friends were enjoying their summer break.

Cathy McMillan was a pretty girl with dark brown hair and brown eyes. She had a very voluptuous figure and her large breasts made her stand out among her classmates. She had long legs and a perfectly round, plump ass that was hard not to notice. She was fairly popular in school because of her looks and outgoing personality.

She had been asked to join the cheerleading squad, but turned it down, wanting to have her after school time free for her own interests. Her focus these days was on boys and she had one particular boy in mind. This was the subject of the notes that Cathy and Anna had been passing back and forth when she was caught.

“Sir, why do we have to know American history anyway, it’s just a bunch of stories about dead guys, why should I care what they did?”

Mr. Graham answered her impatiently, “Two reasons Miss McMillan. First, it’s important for students to know where this country has been and the sacrifices of those before us, so you will know why you are where you are today.”

“In fucking detention?” she retorted sarcastically.

“I’m going to ignore your foul language, this time. But I could give you another week detention for that,” Mr. Graham snapped back at her. “And secondly, if you don’t care about passing your test, you will fail this class and be here for summer school.

“While all your friends are out having a great summer, you’ll be in class. Now I suggest you stop talking and start studying young lady, you also have to write on the board for me, don’t forget that assignment. I’ve been telling you all year that you need to talk less and pay attention in class more, now you are seeing what happens when you don’t.”

“Yes Sir,” she said, lowering her head. Try as she might, though, Cathy could not help but ask more questions.

“Gosh Sir, it sure is hot in here. Do you mind if I unbutton my blouse a little?” she asked, reached for the top button of her white blouse and unbuttoned the top button.

Mr. Graham replied, “Well it is after normal school hours, I suppose it’s alright open one or two buttons.”

“Or three buttons Sir, it’s really warm in here,” she said, undoing two and then three buttons, pulled her blouse apart and showed her ample cleavage. Then she smiled up at him in a teasing manner, knowing she had made him uncomfortable.

“Y-yes that’s fine, but no more,” Mr. Graham said, stumbling over his words. He thought of his wife, his family, and his job, and tried not to think of this young vixen who was obviously playing him. He tried to ignore the swelling in his pants as his cock began to grow.

As he sat behind his desk, he tried to concentrate on the tests that he was grading, and not the student who sat at her desk in front of him crossing and uncrossing her legs, giving him a flash of her pale blue panties under her short skirt each time she would uncross her legs.

Cathy could not help but to keep asking questions, even though that was part of the reason she was in detention in the first place. “Do you have a family, Sir? I know you’re married because I see your ring, but you never mentioned if you have children.”

“Yes,” he answered rather impatiently and a little offended at the intrusion, “I have a daughter about your age.” He went back to grading the tests hoping there were no more questions, Between her unbuttoned blouse and crossing and uncrossing her legs, it was getting hard for him to concentrate on grading papers.

He just hoped she would not ask any more questions so he wouldn’t have to look up at her to answer. It was hard for him to look at her and not look down at her young, firm, ample breasts and he was trying his best to remain professional, after all he had a family and a career to worry about and this young vixen was not going to take that from him.

Cathy was enjoying herself now and decided to ask another question, “Your daughter is my age, what do you do to punish her when she gets in trouble, do you send her to detention?”