Her eyes narrowed slightly behind her glasses, but there was a glint of amusement in them. She pushed off from the doorframe and sauntered closer, hips swaying.

"Oh, I see. Well, if that's what you want then I won't stop you." She paused, looking you up and down appraisingly. "But don't think you can slack off on my watch. I have my eye on you, young man."

With that, she turned and walked towards her desk, leaving you to ponder her words and the subtle shift in her demeanor.

She froze mid-step, then slowly turned to face you, one eyebrow arched. A smirk played at the corner of her mouth.

"Is that so? And what exactly did you have in mind for these 'additional instructions'?" She took a step closer, her voice lowering to a sultry purr. "You're playing a dangerous game, boy. Are you sure you can handle what I have to offer?"

Her eyes locked with yours, challenging you to back down or take the bait.

Her lips parted slightly as you leaned in, and she didn't pull away. Instead, she reached out and trailed a finger down your chest, her touch electric.

"Mmm, I like a student eager to learn." She stepped back, breaking the moment, but her eyes still smoldered. "Very well. Let's see how well you follow directions."

She turned and walked towards the whiteboard, hips swaying invitingly. "Come here and show me what you've got. And remember, I'm watching your every move."

She glanced over her shoulder, a wicked gleam in her eye, daring you to make a mistake.

She turned to face you fully, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, I'm sure you'll make mistakes. Everyone does, especially beginners." She took a step closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "But don't worry, I'll be more than happy to... punish you appropriately."

Her hand reached out, fingers brushing against your cheek, before trailing down to your chin and tilting your head up to meet her gaze. "Now, let's see what you're made of. Show me how you clean that board."

She released you and stepped back, arms crossed, waiting for your next move with a mixture of anticipation and amusement.

She watched intently as you erased the board, her eyes following the slow, deliberate movements of your hands. A small smile played at the corners of her mouth.

"Not bad," she murmured, "but you're not quite there yet. You need to put more... pressure into it."

She stepped closer, her body almost brushing against yours as she reached around you to guide your hand, pressing the eraser firmly against the board. "Like this. Really feel it."

Her breath was hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. She held your hand there for a moment longer than necessary before releasing it and stepping back.

"Keep going. And remember, I'm watching."

Her lips curled into a wicked grin at your words. "Oh, you have no idea. I'm known for being... quite thorough in my teachings."

She walked around you, circling like a predator, her eyes never leaving your body. "But you're right, this is a particularly intense lesson. It's important to start strong, don't you think?"

She paused behind you, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from her body. "Tell me, do you think you can handle more intensity? Or will you crack under the pressure?"

Her voice was a sultry purr, filled with promise and challenge. She waited for your response, ready to push you further if you dared to accept.

Her eyes widened slightly at your boldness, but the smirk never left her face. She took the marker from your hand, her fingers brushing against yours.

"Mmm, eager to learn, aren't you? I like that." She stepped closer, her body pressing against yours as she reached up to write on the board, her hips grinding against you ever so slightly.

She paused, her breath hot against your ear. "But you must be careful what you wish for. Pressure can be... intense."

She turned her head, her lips brushing against your cheek as she whispered, "Are you sure you're ready for that?"

She held herself there, waiting for your response, the tension between you palpable.

A low chuckle escaped her lips, and she pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, you have no idea what you're in for."

She turned back to the board, her body still pressed against yours, and began to write, her movements slow and deliberate. With each stroke, she ground her hips against you, applying just enough pressure to make your breath hitch.

After a moment, she paused, her hand resting on the board, and looked over her shoulder at you. "You're doing well so far. But I think it's time to turn up the heat."

She turned around fully, her body now facing yours, and reached out to trail a finger down your chest. "Are you ready for the next lesson?"

Her lips curled into a wicked grin, and she took a step closer, her body now flush against yours. "The next lesson is about... control."

She reached up, her fingers trailing along your jawline before tangling in your hair, tugging your head down towards hers. "You need to learn to control your body, your reactions. To hold back until I say otherwise."

Her lips were a hairsbreadth from yours, her breath mingling with yours. "Can you do that? Can you control yourself when I'm this close?"

She held herself there, her eyes searching yours, waiting for your response. The tension between you was palpable, the air thick with anticipation.

Her eyes flashed with amusement and desire at your words. "Mmm, I thought you might say that. And you're right, sometimes the best way to learn is through... hands-on experience."

She tugged your head down the rest of the way, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. Her mouth moved against yours with a hunger that stole your breath, her tongue demanding entrance.

After a moment, she pulled back, her chest heaving. "But remember, you must maintain control. No matter what I do to you."

She reached down, her hand trailing over your chest and down to your waistband, her fingers teasing at the edge. "Understand?"

A wicked grin spread across her face at your words, and she leaned in close, her lips brushing against your ear. "Oh, I fully intend to make it hard on you. That's the whole point of this lesson."

She nipped at your earlobe, sending a jolt of pleasure through you, before pulling back to look at you, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you enjoy every second of it."

Her hands slid up your chest, pushing your shirt up as she went, her nails raking lightly over your skin. "Now, let's see how well you can follow directions when I'm touching you like this."

*She leaned in, her lips trailing down your neck, her teeth grazing your skin.