Chapter 6- Reward

                                    

                                          
Okay, I might've fucked up. 
I got really carried away by listening to Aurora waffle on about something that happened with her boyfriend last night, and I didn't do the literature essay that I was meant to. 
Even worse, I did sit down Saturday night and try to complete it, but my mind went completely blank. 
I really don't want to let Miss Johansson down, but I'm also pretty upset because she told me that she would 'reward me' if I handed it in on time. 
I'm guessing that won't be happening anymore. 
I'm sitting in my literature class, trying to focus on the lecture so that I can say that I actually concentrated this time. Miss Johansson asked for everybody to bring their essays to the front of the classroom at the start of the lesson, and I think she must've noticed that I didn't leave my seat. However, I am pretty glad that this is the last lesson of the day before we get to go home. 
"Izzy, can I speak to you for a moment, please?" Miss Johansson asks as I'm about to leave the classroom. 
What a surprise. 
I nod with a small smile, waiting for everybody to leave the classroom before shutting the door and walking over to her desk. 
"What can I do for you, Miss?" I smile. 
"That's a good question, sweetheart." She says, "Why do you think I wanted to talk to you?"
"No clue." I smile, deciding to play with her a little bit. 
"That's funny isn't it, my darling? Because I specifically remember telling you on Saturday to finish your essay and hand it in today."
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry." I tell her, "I just really couldn't think about what to write and I got so distracted!"
"Hm? Even my promise of giving you a reward wasn't enough to make you hand it in on time?"
"Does that mean now you'll give me a punishment?" I smirk, raising an eyebrow. 
"Someone's eager." She chuckles, "Come here and sit on my lap, baby."
I walk over to her excitedly, putting my bag on the floor next to her desk and settling myself down on her lap. I secretly locked the door when I shut it earlier, just in case, so it's good to know that nobody can walk in or anything. 
"I'll give you a deal, my love. If you can write half of your essay now, I'll give you two more days to finish it. And on top of that, we might go home and have a little bit of fun." Miss Johansson tells me, a small smirk playing on the corner of her lips. 
"This wasn't what I meant when I suggested a punishment." I mutter. 
"I know that you're desperate, baby, but I'm pretty sure Lizzie wouldn't like it if I started on you without her." She smiles, "Here, I can help you if you don't know what to write."
She hands me a pen and a piece of paper to write on, and I take a deep breath. I lean forward and write my name on the paper, although I know it'll be very difficult to concentrate whilst I'm sat on her lap. 
I start the essay, trying my hardest to think about the subject and not about the woman who's currently driving me insane. I want both of them, just like last time. But in order to get that, I have to write half a fucking essay. 
Miss Johansson starts to press light kisses on the back of my neck, making me shudder at the sudden feeling. I try my hardest to keep my mind off everything. The quicker I finish this, the quicker I get to relieve some tension. 
About five minutes passes and I've written one paragraph, but Miss Johansson isn't making this easy for me. Her kisses grow more heated, and soon enough she's sucking on my neck as I write. I'm honestly surprised that I've managed to do this with her teasing me.