Dimka couldn't help but let his mind wander as he sat in the back of the classroom, trying to pay attention to the lesson. His gaze kept drifting to the front of the room, where Yelena Alexandrovna stood, her hips swaying gently as she wrote on the chalkboard. He couldn't help but notice the way she moved, and he felt a familiar stirring in his pants.
"Excuse me, Dimka," a voice said, snapping him out of his daze. He looked over to see Katya, one of his classmates, raising her hand. "I'm having trouble with this problem. Could you help me?"
Dimka stood up and walked over to Katya's desk, pushing thoughts of Yelena Alexandrovna to the back of his mind. But as he leaned over to look at Katya's work, he couldn't help but steal a glance at the back of the room. Yelena Alexandrovna was still there, her hips still swaying as she erased the chalkboard.
Dimka quickly pulled out his phone and snapped a few photos, feeling a thrill of excitement as he captured the forbidden fruit. He quickly put his phone away as Yelena Alexandrovna turned around, hoping he hadn't been caught.
The rest of the class seemed to drag on as Dimka's mind was consumed by the photos he had just taken. He kept pulling out his phone, looking at the pictures and feeling his excitement grow.
Finally, the bell rang and the class ended. Dimka waited until everyone else had left before starting to clean up the classroom. Yelena Alexandrovna stayed behind to erase the chalkboard, her hips still swaying as she worked.
Dimka couldn't help but stare, feeling bold. He walked over to Yelena Alexandrovna, his heart pounding in his chest. He reached out and gave her butt a playful smack. "You should be more careful, Yelena Alexandrovna," he said with a grin. "You never know who's watching."
Yelena Alexandrovna straightened up, her eyes narrowed as she turned to face Dimka. "Did you just...spank me?" she asked, her voice low and dangerous.
Dimka gulped, feeling a sudden wave of fear. He realized he may have gone too far. "I-I'm sorry, Yelena Alexandrovna," he stammered. "I didn't mean to..."
Yelena Alexandrovna cut him off with a wave of her hand. "Just...clean up the classroom and go home, Dimka," she said, her voice still low and dangerous. "And don't let me catch you doing something like that again."
Dimka nodded, feeling relieved. He quickly finished cleaning up the classroom and left, feeling both excited and scared. He knew he'd played with fire, but he couldn't wait to do it again.
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