A Teacher’s Fantasy

All teachers fantasize with their students—all of them. I’ve been a teacher for fifteen years, and I know it. Now, don’t get me wrong; I’m not suggesting that I support abuse. Fantasies are okay as long as they are just fantasies. After all, no one can censor your thoughts. That’s the only place where you are truly free. I know that because I’m a lesbian who teaches chemistry at a religious university. If my students or the nuns knew what I was thinking about, they would fire me and probably burn me to a stake, not necessarily in that order. But as long as my fantasy is just a teacher’s fantasy, I can get away with it.

You see, I have a student whose name I won’t say. She’s gorgeous! Her waist drives me crazy, and she’s got the most beautiful hands you can ever imagine. (I have a fetish for hands.) I would like her to enjoy my class (in my mind, my lesson is only for her), but she’s an annoying brat who never pays attention.

Now, I’m a domination enthusiast, and there’s nothing I would enjoy more than tying her to my desk and using my whip to teach her a lesson. I learned Shibari just to tie my partners up and bite them all over. (I don’t bite hard; it’s just another fetish I have.) And if I could do that with her, I wouldn’t untie her for a couple of days. After punishing her, I would show her how much I love her and make her understand that she must behave better in my class.

But this is just a fantasy, and it will never happen. On the other hand, can you say that something that has happened a hundred times in your mind is not real?

This is a teacher’s fantasy I have.