"Listen, Sophie. I don't give out marks for effort. You got a B+ on your math homework, and that's what you deserve."

  "But Mr. P, you can't! My parents will be angry at me! I have to get an A!"

  "Then you need to be a bit cleverer with your answers. I won't change your mark, and you're going to have to learn this stuff if you're going to do maths A-level."

  "But—"

  "I'm sorry, but it's not fair to the other students if you're getting special treatment. The school has its reputation to consider."

  "Please, Mr. P!"

  "No, I'm sorry. My decision is final. If your parents want to talk to me about it, tell them to come and see me."

  Little Sophie's mouth worked, as if she was trying to find something else to say, but finally she looked down at the desk and began to cry.

  Mr. P looked down at the sobbing little girl.

  "Oh, please don't do that, Sophie."

  "I can't help it," she wailed.

  "There, there." He patted her awkwardly on the shoulder. "It's only a little mark, and you're a smart girl. You can do better next time."

  She sniffled and raised a hand to wipe her nose.

  "Yes," he said. "You can."

  Mr. P felt his lips pull back in a smile as he watched Sophie's tears and heard the sobs. She was a pretty little thing.

  "Here," he said, and he held out a tissue.

  Sophie raised her eyes and saw the smile on his face. He watched her reaction. The smile widened.

  "It'll be all right, little girl. You can trust me. You can always trust Mr. P."

  She nodded and took the tissue.

  "Now, about your homework, Sophie. It's a shame I can't give you a better mark."

  "I know, Mr. P," she sniffled.

  "But perhaps there is a way. A special extra assignment I could give you, one that would let you do better next time."

  "What kind of assignment?"

  He leaned close to her.

  "If you're very, very good, I can let you stay after school today and show you."

  He watched her think about it, and then her small shoulders straightened.

  "Yes please, Mr. P."

  And now the tears were gone.

  "Good girl."

  Sophie had her smile back.

  ***

  The school was now completely silent, with the exception of the faint, distant echo of Mr. P's whistling, and the soft scuffing of Sophie's footsteps as she walked through the deserted corridors. The bell for the end of school had long since rung, and the children had been escorted off the school grounds by parents or teachers. Now the gates were locked and the car park was empty. It had seemed so easy. She had told her mum and dad she was staying after school with her friend Amy, and now they were at home waiting for her.

  It had to be a secret.

  Mr. P had promised her a better mark, and she couldn't tell anyone.

  It had to be a secret.

  She shivered, and wondered if she should knock on the classroom door. She was a little scared. Mr. P was a strange man, and he made her uncomfortable. Still, she didn't want a bad mark. She would have to go in.

  "Come in," said a voice.

  The door was opened by Mr. P, who was standing in the middle of the room.

  "Hi, Mr. P."

  Sophie smiled shyly and put her bag down on a chair.

  "Hello, Sophie." He smiled. "Come over here."

  She went to him.

  He reached out a hand and caressed her cheek.

  "So beautiful. So very beautiful. I know we can help each other, Sophie."

  His hand slipped to the nape of her neck.

  "Mr. P?"

  He put a finger on her lips.

  "Shh, don't worry. Everything's going to be fine. It's a secret. Our secret. You won't tell anyone, will you? It will be our little secret."

  Sophie shook her head, and Mr. P's smile widened.

  "That's right, Sophie. You're a good girl."

  She stood still while his hand wandered.

  "Such a beautiful little girl. So pretty. I can't give you an A just yet, Sophie. That would be wrong. But we can get there. You and me. Together."

  He bent down and kissed her on the lips.

  "Now, you mustn't tell anyone, or there will be big trouble. And you don't want that, do you?"

  Sophie shook her head again.

  "That's right. Just remember, you can trust Mr. P."

  He kissed her again, and his hands became more intimate.

  "We're going to have a lot of fun together, you and me, Sophie. We can trust each other. This is a special relationship, and we need to look after each other. And remember, Sophie, you can always trust Mr. P."

  He bent her over the table, and lifted her skirt.

  "You're such a good girl, Sophie."

  As he started to touch her, she closed her eyes and tried not to make any sound. Mr. P had promised to give her a good mark, and she wanted to be a good girl.

  "Wow, what a pretty little thing," said Mr. P as he moved his hands between her legs. "You're a good little girl, aren't you, Sophie? You're going to be my good little girl, aren't you?"

  He placed both his hands on her small bottom and squeezed.

  "Such a sweet little girl," he said. "Now, Sophie, let's have a little fun."

  Mr. P laced his fingers through Sophie's little pink panties and pulled them down to her knees.

  "Ah, yes, very nice. Such a sweet little pussy, Sophie."

  His fingers stroked and probed, and Sophie kept her eyes closed.

  "Very good, Sophie. Such a good girl. Don't tell anyone. This is our little secret. Our special relationship. We're going to have a lot of fun together, and this is just the beginning. Now, let's see how you do on the special assignment. You can do this, Sophie. I know you can. Show me how you can be a good little girl."

  Sophie felt Mr. P's fingers slide into her, and she winced.

  "Ah, that's it, Sophie. You're such a good girl. Now, let's see how much you can take."

  His fingers went deeper.

  "Oh, yes. So good. So sweet."

  Mr. P's breath quickened, and he began to push harder and faster.

  "Good girl. Good girl. Very good girl. Such a sweet little girl. Such a sweet little pussy."

  Mr. P's hand went deeper, and Sophie felt herself stretching, straining to accommodate his fingers.

  "Good girl. Good girl."

  She began to gasp and writhe as his hand pumped harder and harder.

  "Oh, yes, very good girl."

  Mr. P grunted and pushed his fingers deeper and harder into her.

  "Oh, God, yes!"

  His other hand gripped her hair, pulling her head back.

  "So good, Sophie. Such a sweet little girl."

  Sophie let out a whimper, and Mr. P's hand moved faster and harder.

  "Oh, God, Sophie! You're such a good little girl!"

  With a grunt, he pulled his fingers from her and slapped it across her little butt.

  "So good, Sophie. Now let's have a little taste."

  He knelt before her, and Sophie gasped as his tongue probed between her legs.

  "MMMM!!!."

  She moaned, and her eyes rolled back as Mr. P's tongue licked her.

  "Such a sweet little pussy," he murmured, his tongue flicking and darting. "I could eat you all day." He pressed his face into her, and his tongue pushed into her little pussy. Sophie whimpered and arched her back, and Mr. P's tongue slid deep into her. The teacher's hands gripped her bottom, and his fingers dug into her soft flesh.

  "Oh, yes, Sophie. You're going to get a very good mark."

  His tongue slid in and out of her, and Sophie's body began to shake. Mr. P's tongue plunged in and out, and Sophie's little pussy trembled and convulsed as he fucked her with his tongue.

  "Ah, yes, Sophie. Come for me, baby."

  Sophie cried out as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. The little girl's legs shook, and her hands clenched into fists. Mr. P's tongue continued to flicker his large tongue, and Sophie's little body shook as she came again and again, squirting her juices all over the teacher's face.

  "HOLY FUCK, YES! SQUIRT FOR ME, SOPHIE!"

  Little Sophie's hips bucked and spasmed, and Mr. P held her tightly as her orgasm rolled through her. Her tight pussy was slick with her juices, and her legs trembled as she came again and again. Mr. P's fingers continued to plunge in and out, and his tongue lapped at her as she continued spraying her little girl cum.

  Mr. P's tongue plunged deep, and he drank from her. He continued licking and sucking as the little girl's juices flowed.

  "OH FUCK... THIS IS SO... MMM... SO... GOOD. KEEP SQUIRTING... MMM... YEAH... FUCK... I LOVE THE TASTE... MMM... YOU TASTE SO... FUCKING... GOOD..."

  Mr. P's hands gripped her bottom, and he pulled her close as his tongue plundered her. He drank deeply, and his tongue probed deeper and deeper into her, wriggling and twisting.

  "FUCK... MMM... FUCK... YES... THAT'S IT, SOPHIE... COME FOR ME, BABY..."

  He sucked hard, and his tongue pushed deeper and deeper into her.

  "MMM... MMM... YEAH... JUST LIKE THAT..."

  His tongue plunged in and out, and his hands gripped her bottom.

  "AH, YES... THAT'S MY GOOD GIRL..."

  Sophie's hips bucked, and she let out a whimper.

  "THERE'S NOTHING BETTER... THAN... A SWEET LITTLE... TEN-YEAR-OLD PUSSY... CUMMING ALL OVER MY TONGUE... YOU LIKE THAT... DON'T YOU, SOPHIE..."

  Sophie gasped as the last waves of her orgasm passed, and Mr. P's tongue continued to slide in and out of her.

  "Ah, Sophie," said Mr. P, standing back up. "What a good little girl you are. You're going to get a very good mark."

  And, as he looked at the little girl lying half-naked on the table, her legs spread wide and her pussy slick with her own juices, he smiled.

  "You can trust Mr. P," he said, as he guided his cock towards her. "We're going to have a lot of fun together, you and me, Sophie. And this is just the beginning..."

  (I'll work on Part 2 if there's enough likes and interest here... ^~^)