Extra Credit

“The critical thing to keep in mind when examining this chapter is that ‘love’ is not used in a romantic sense as one would use the word today. In these times, love was considered a virtue more closely aligned with chivalry or loyalty than romantic infatuation or physical lust. For instance, a knight would proclaim he loved his king to profess devotion to the crown.”

A hand from the back of the room rose. “But, Ms. Belle, I thought chivalry was about knights defending ladies.”

Pacing back and forth at the front of the class with a textbook in her hand, Ms. Belle peered over red-rimmed glasses at the speaker. “Ah, you’re not incorrect, Pipsqueak. Over time, this perception of love evolved into what we called ‘courtly love’, the chivalric romance. It was through this usage that the term evolved to mean the same thing as romantic infatuation. But, for the time period we’re discussing in this week’s lessons, the word ‘love’ had not yet taken on such a meaning.”

As Ms. Belle continued to discuss the chapter in her hands, Spike propped his cheek on his hand and let out a small sigh. “I’d be your knight and love you however you want me to.” Spike had chosen his seat at the front right corner of the room for optimal viewing as she walked back and forth in her lectures. Ms. Belle’s footsteps made the fabric of her purple pencil skirt stretch back and forth, allowing teasing hints of the rear end hidden underneath. Spike could have given anything to cup those cheeks and commit to memory how shapely that ass was, if only there were a way to do it without getting slapped, failed, and expelled in rapid succession.

The school bell halted Ms. Belle’s words and she raised her head to the clock. “Oh dear, look at the time. Well, the introduction for the chapter will suffice if you’re still unclear.” The students began to pack their bags as Ms. Belle set her textbook on the table and moved to the door. “Don’t forget, your choice for a book for your report is due this Friday, but don’t wait until then to submit your proposal. If I reject it, that’s marks you’re losing for lateness while you pick again.”

Spike gathered his things, slung his bag onto his shoulder, and approached the door with his classmates, the group naturally filing into a line. Ms. Belle held open the door for them as they left, smiling and nodding in response to farewells. When Spike reached her, she put a hand in front of him. “Spike, I’d like you to remain behind, please.”

“Um, sure.” Spike stepped back and let the students behind him pass, a few shooting him looks of pity or amusement. He thought to himself as he waited for them to leave. She didn’t catch me peeping her, did she? I’ve been in her class four months now so she would have caught me before, wouldn’t she? Maybe it’s about those assignments I’m missing.

When the last student left, Ms. Belle shut the door. “Have a seat.” Spike obediently returned to his desk and sat down, letting his bag fall to the floor behind him. Ms. Belle walked up to her desk and leaned against it a few feet in front of him. “Do you know why I asked you to stay, Spike?”

“I think so.”

“Why?”

Spike swallowed. “I don’t want to say.”

“Then I shall. You’re missing last week’s chapter work, and beyond.”

“Oh.” Spike let out a relieved sigh.

Ms. Belle leaned back to grab a blue binder from a stack of notebooks and pulled it up, flipping it open. “You have some of the highest test scores in my class, Spike, yet you repeatedly hand in the chapter assignments late, if at all. Late marks add up, and anything missing at the end of the semester is an automatic zero. If anything, I’m one of the more generous teachers you’ll meet because I allow late assignments at all.”

“I’m sorry.” Spike shook his head. “I just… the chapter work is boring. It’s a lot of reading, reading about reading, re-reading what you just read about the reading…”

“It can be a bit dry, yes, but it is complementary to the materials I cover in class, and you seem to have no trouble with that work just fine.”

“I find it easier to pay attention in class.”

“How is that?”

You’d be surprised how much I pay attention to you in class. “I can concentrate easier.”

“Very well.” Ms. Belle nodded and closed her mark book. “But that does not give us a solution to the homework issue. Unfortunately, I cannot, in good faith, pass a student with such dismal homework performance. Your test scores are enough to pass on plain numbers, but I hold final judgment on failing or passing. A student who regularly fails his homework assignments tells me he is not getting the full value of the class.”

“You’re gonna fail me?” Spike gasped.

“Ah, ah.” Ms. Belle held up a hand. “I said no such thing, that is why I asked you to stay. I want you to start keeping up with the chapter work, and you have time to hand in what you’re missing. But I want to get to the root of the problem now. So, you tell me – what can we do to optimize your performance at home?”

Spike shrugged.

“Do you play video games or use the computer a lot?”

“Sure.”

“We’ll start there. Hide your controllers and television remote until you are done with your work, then reward yourself with them. You could divide homework time if you wish, part when you get home and part after dinner, perhaps.”

“I guess.” Spike scrunched his face. “Seems kinda childish to have to hide my stuff.”

“Not so. I find that positive reinforcement is a very effective teaching aid. A reward system for good work will encourage you, even if you don’t realize it.”

“Okay.”

“If I may ask, what sort of support system do you have at home to help you? Parents, siblings?”

“I live with my mom, I’m an only child. But she doesn’t know much about writing.”

“What about a girlfriend?”

Spike blushed. “N-no.”

“Then we would have to rely on your own self-discipline to succeed.” Ms. Belle looked away, thinking. “Are there any home problems bothering you that perhaps you would like to speak to myself or the guidance counselor about?”

“No.”

“I see.” She murmured and held her marking book closer, her arms around it with one finger tapping the spine. “I know of a couple of college tutors that may be willing to give a little help without a fee…”

Spike stopped paying attention, finding something of far greater interest further down her body. With her marking book pressed against her stomach as it was, Ms. Belle’s breasts seemed to pop off her torso more prominently than ever. Her pale blue blouse was loose on her, but Spike’s imagination filled in the details that it was a size too small, the fabric stretching to contain her breasts and the nubs of her nipples poking through.

“Spike?”

Spike imagined reaching his hands up to cup those glorious mounds, bouncing their heft in his palms. “Huh?”

“Spike!”

Spike jerked from his thoughts and back to his seat. “Yes?” He looked up to see Ms. Belle glaring at him.

“You were staring,” she said slowly.

“No I wasn’t!” Spike blurted. “I mean, I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry!” Spike looked away, blushing furiously. After several seconds of silence he slowly turned his eyes back.

Ms. Belle had set her mark book on her desk and had her hands on the edge to lean back.

“Normally when you ogle me you have the courtesy to do it when you think I don’t notice.”

Spike’s eyes widened. “I don’t ogle you! I just—”

“Spike.” Her voice made him stop himself. Ms. Belle raised her head slightly. “I will not tolerate dishonesty from you. Understood?”

Spike hurriedly nodded.

“Good. Then you agree that when I ask you a question, I expect the truth, yes?” Ms. Belle looked at him evenly for a moment. “Do you find me attractive, Spike?”

Spike nodded.

“A nod is not an answer I’ll accept.”

Spike swallowed heavily. “I… I think you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.” He sucked in a breath as the confession left him.

Ms. Belle gave a soft laugh. “Is that so? Is that why you find it so easy to pay attention in class, hm?”

Spike began to nod but stopped. “Yeah. I just, you always look so, you know… ‘wow’. I just stare and listen and stare… I guess the lessons seep in that way. And the way you read…” He swallowed again, feeling out of breath even as he sat still. “Your accent is hot.”

“Yet you didn’t hear me just now, when you were staring at me. What were you looking at so intently?”

“Your…” Spike forced himself to look at her face. “Your chest.”

“And what were you thinking about concerning my chest?”

“Everything.” Spike had to struggle not to lower his eyes from Ms. Belle’s. “How they’d look, how they’d feel, what I’d do to them.” He clenched his eyes.

“I see.” Ms. Belle looked down at him for a moment, then stood and crossed the room. Spike watched as she moved to the door of the classroom, slowly clicked the latch shut, and then came back to lean against the desk again. A long period of time passed without her speaking, and Spike felt his palms sweat.

“I’m sorry,” he said at last. “I didn’t mean to drift off while you were talking. I’ll try harder on my homework. Please, don’t report me or suspend me or fail me because I’m a pervert. I’ll keep my mind on the class from now on, I promise.”

He looked up at Ms. Belle to gauge her reaction and found her staring at him. Slowly, her lips curved into a smile, and Spike felt his tension begin to diffuse at the sign of acceptance.

Then, one of the hands on her desk came up to her blouse and swiftly undid the top button.

Spike’s eyes bulged. “W-what are you doing?”

Ms. Belle undid another button. “Is that not obvious?”

Spike struggled to respond but could only watch, transfixed, as button by button the blouse was opened. A small strip of lacy black fabric met his eyes and Spike’s jaw dropped.

When the last button was undone, Ms. Belle untucked her blouse from her skirt and calmly slid it off her arms, folding it and placing it on her desk. That done, she resumed her casual lean with her arms to the side.

A vision of nothing less than pure beauty filled Spike’s eyes. Ms. Belle’s breasts were as perfect as he had always imagined. Large, round, firm, sitting high and proud on her chest cupped by a lace black bra. He let his eyes wander south to a firm, toned stomach and rounded hips, Ms. Belle’s smooth alabaster skin creating a sea of breathtaking curves.

“Wow…” Spike couldn’t help but gape, in awe of what he was. This was really happening. Not some fantasy or dream. His teacher was standing not three feet away around him with her top off, allowing him to stare at her bra-clad breasts without shame. Would she let him touch them, taste them? Act out the hours he had spent imagining the things he would do to them if only he had the chance?

“Ms. Belle?”

“Spike,” her voice cut through the haze of lust. “I think it may be more appropriate to start calling me Rarity at this juncture.”

Spike just nodded.

“Say it, if you please.”

Spike looked up at his teacher with newly enlightened eyes. “You’re even more beautiful than I ever imagined, Rarity.” As her first name fell from his lips he felt as though a shroud had been lifted between them.

Rarity smiled. “Am I? Have you spent much time imagining what I look like naked, Spike?”

“Lots of time.”

“Have you masturbated while thinking about touching my breasts?”

“Oh yeah.” Spike took a step forward and raised a hand.

The response was instantaneous; Rarity lifted a hand from her desk, now clutching a ruler, and swiftly rapped it over the back of Spike’s hand.

Spike yelped and snatched his hand back. “What was that for?”

Rarity gave him a pouty glare and patted the ruler in her palm. “Did I say you could touch me?”

“I just thought, you said...”

“Did I?”

Spike shook his head. “No.”

“You may look all you like, Spike, but you are not to touch me.” Rarity set her hand holding the ruler back on the desk. “I want you to show me how you touch yourself.”

Spike’s lustful haze broke. “What?”

“Stand up and drop your pants.”

Spike stared at her, but any playfulness she had held before was gone.

“Are you serious?”

“What about this circumstance would make you think I’m not?” Rarity waved a hand in the air. “I have partially disrobed. You may do the same in return.”

Spike slowly nodded. He stood up and stepped into the aisle and undid his belt. He pushed his pants down to his ankles, revealing his tented boxers.

Rarity looked directly at them and shook her head. “Those, too.”

Spike obeyed the command and pushed his underwear down. His cock was already hard as a rock from the show he had been given and he had to pull his waistband out to get it down past the head. He looked up at Rarity and saw her staring directly at his dick. He hoped he was above average. He had nothing to compare to but porn stars and that was hardly fair.

“Well?”

“Well, what?”

Rarity gestured a hand. “Show me how you touch yourself when thinking about my breasts.”

“You mean, now, here?”

“Of course.”

Spike nodded. He reached down and put a hand on his cock, and then began to stroke. I’ve never done this while someone watched me. He could feel Rarity’s eyes on him, on his hand, even as he avoided looking at her face. With nothing else in the room particularly of interest under the circumstances, Spike felt he had no choice but to continue openly staring at her breasts.

They really were the most perfect pair he could imagine. The pale, curved flesh bulged from the black lace of her bra, they almost seemed to glow against the dark fabric. They were large enough to fill his hands comfortably and balloon against his fingers as he squeezed. Spike found his hand moving faster, his hesitation vanishing. The object of all his sexual desires for the past several months had bared herself to him and asked him to jerk off to her; who was he to refuse?

“What are you thinking about?” Rarity asked.

“Your boobs,” Spike breathed, vigorously pumping his hand over his shaft. In his mind’s eye he saw Rarity slide off the traps of her bra and pull down the cups, exposing cherry red nipples to the cool air.

“Details.”

“Squeezing them, bouncing them.” Spike’s mental image of Rarity pulled his head down to her breast to suckle. Spike groaned. “I’m gonna wrap my hands around them and hold them while I suck your nipples.”

“Suck them?”

“Oh, I’d suck ‘em.” Spike openly licked his lips. “I’d give every inch of those babies a tonguewashing.” The hand on his dick moved faster, jerking himself off with full gusto.

“Is that all?”

“Hell no.” Spike moaned. “I want you to lay on your back so I can fuck your tits. I wanna hold them together so I can pump my cock between them and make you watch.”

“Are you imagining that now, Spike?”

Spike grunted as he stroked his cock faster and faster, precum lubricating his hand and running down his head. “Oh yeah. I’d fuck them good and blow my load all over them.” He could see Rarity on his bed at home, spread eagle, watching with a wide grin as Spike’s cock pistoned in and out of her cleavage, the head almost poking her chin. He could see her titflesh quivering and shaking with his thrusts.

“Then what?”

“We do it again… you get on your knees and let me thrust into them.” Spike gasped out as he pictured Rarity on her knees in front of him, black bra splattered white with his seed. She tossed the garment aside to cup her tits around his shaft and began to bounce on her ankles. Spike shuddered. “Oh shit, I’d cum on those tits again and again, all night long.” His free hand gripped the desk to steady, his hips jerking into his hand.

“You look like you’re about to climax, Spike. Are you?”

“Yeah.” Spike nodded. The hand moving on his cock like greased lightning tightened and kept up its pace as he felt his orgasm approach.

“Go ahead, then.”

In his mind’s eyes, Rarity spoke the words and opened her mouth wide, looking up at Spike with pleading eyes.

Spike threw his head back. “Ms. Belle!” Jets of thick white cum flew from the head of his cock, landing on the tiled floor. He kept jerking, bringing forth five powerful spurts, before the sixth bulged out the tip and ran down over his fingers. Spike convulsed wildly, his hips thrusting into the air, his face stretched in pleasure.

When it subsided Spike collapsed into his chair. His strength left him and he felt limp, his cum-coated hand falling to his side. He looked up at Rarity and saw her watching him with an impassive look.

Spike panted for breath and grinned. “That was awesome.”

“Well, that is your opinion.”

“Huh?”

Rarity sighed. “I must say I’m quite disappointed in you, Spike. Although, not entirely surprised, either. You are a man, after all. It is an discomfitingly common trend for males to give in to their most primal, selfish urges when making love.” Rarity took a box of tissues from her desk and tossed it on Spike’s. “Clean yourself up, and this mess on the floor, too.”

Confused and embarrassed, Spike took a tissue and wiped off his hand and his deflating prick, and then got on his knees to wipe up his cum. He looked up when he was done to see Rarity finishing buttoning up her blouse and tucking it back in her skirt. He took the hint to do the same and pulled his pants and underwear up.

“I’m sorry, Rarity, but I’m confused.” Spike zipped his pants and did his belt. “You just asked me to jerk off to your tits. You told me to and you watched me. And now you’re angry at me for doing it?”

“I said I wanted to see how you masturbated while thinking about my breasts.”

“That’s what I just said.”

“No, you didn’t, and that’s the problem.” Rarity took a breath. “I can tell we have a lot of work to do. Fortunately I believe that, with dedication, this will be a resounding success. You’re certainly motivated well enough, with how quickly you achieved climax.”

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s as I said, Spike. I believe that a positive reinforcement reward system is a very effective aid in education.”

Rarity stood up straight and folded her arms, looking down at Spike with the same look he was used to seeing when she listed school work at class’s end. “Tonight, you will complete the reading for chapter seven and answer all the questions at the end of the chapter. Remember to answer them on lined paper, do not write in the textbook.”

“Okay…”

“Additionally, you are going to have a shower tonight, and you are going to masturbate while thinking about me joining you.”

“What!?” Spike shrieked.

“You do not need to think of my breasts or any other particular body part. Just me in the shower with you.” Rarity continued to speak as though Spike hadn’t. “When you’re done, write a one-page summation of what you imagined while you masturbated, and bring it with you tomorrow. We’ll take up both of your assignments after class.”

“…my assignments?”

“Yes. Any questions?” Rarity looked at Spike expectantly.

“Several, first of which, what the fuck is going on?”

“Watch your language in my classroom, Spike.”

“Language? I just jerked off telling you all the ways I’d play with your boobs!”

Rarity took her ruler and snapped it on the edge of Spike’s desk, making him jump. “That kind of language, and the thought processes behind them, are what we will discuss in your next lesson. But that will wait until tomorrow. You have your homework for tonight.” Rarity gestured a hand to the door. “You may go.”

Spike slowly stood up and hefted his backpack onto his shoulder. “This… this really happened, right?”

“Yes, it did.”

“And tomorrow we’ll have another… ‘lesson’.”

“Yes. Presuming you finish your homework, that is.” Rarity smiled. “Consider that the reward system I’ll be using. If either assignment tomorrow is unsatisfactory, I’ll be sending you home after class instead. Do a good job, though, and we’ll see where the lesson plan takes us.”

“Does this lesson plan end with us fucking?”

Rarity frowned. “No. Provided you complete it adequately, it will end with us making love.” Spike began to respond but Rarity held up a hand to silence him. “The fact that you cannot recognize the distinction between the two is what I meant before.” Her frown turned into a smile. “Trust me, Spike, when I say it is far better to be a generous lover than a selfish one. You are most certainly the latter. Tomorrow, I begin teaching you how to be the former.”

“Oh.” Spike slowly nodded. “Okay. I think I see.”

“Excellent.” Rarity reached out to straighten out a twisted strap on Spike’s bag. “Have a good night and complete those assignments, and I’ll see you tomorrow.” She walked to the door of the room, unlocked it, and pulled it open. “Run along, now.”

Spike walked out the door of the room and waited in the doorway for it to close behind him. He took a deep breath before resuming his step.

Part of him had absolutely no idea what had just happened in that classroom.

Most of him hoped it would happen again tomorrow.