"You should have done your revision, young man...." Darwyn stated, matter-of-factly, being careful not to roll his eyes. It wasn't the first time a student had complained about a grade, and he was sure it wouldn't be the last. He stood from his desk, starting to pack his briefcase up, as the end of day bell had long since rung, leaving teacher and student alone in the classroom once everyone else had disappeared home ".....had you done so, you might have faired better in the exam."
"Isn't there anything you can do? Can I take the test again?" the young cat pleaded, desperation etched on his features "I'm gonna be grounded until graduation with this, and I might get kicked off the swim team...."
"....I'm sorry, but rules are rules, and the faculty head states that each student can only sit the mid-term once....." Darwyn stated, snapping his case clasps shut to emphasize his words "....you'll just have to go to remedials and re-sit at the end of the year." He made his way around the desk, walking down the length of the classroom to pick up class textbooks that had been left on several desks. As he did so, he heard the clink of a belt buckle, and the sound of material rubbing on fur. Turning around, he nearly dropped the few books he'd already picked up as he looked back to his desk.
His student stood leaning over the desk, tail held in the air and shorts around his ankles, twisting his shoulders and neck to look back towards his teacher. "......are you *sure* there isn't anything that can be done......" asked the adolescent cheetah, stepping a leg out of the shorts to stand with a wider stance, causing his cheeks to spread, showing off his tailhole to his tutor, while his balls and cock hung below ".....I've heard from a friend that you have particular tastes...." the cat almost purred.
Darwyn swallowed, weighing up his options. He could, and should, instruct the cat to pull his shorts back up and send him home with a reprimand and a letter to his parents. However, the bulge growing in his pants at the sight of the bottomless youth, whom puberty had come early and been kind to, bending over his desk like that, railroaded his train of thought entirely. Swallowing nervously, he crossed to the door quickly, locking it from the inside and drawing the blind. It would be an hour or two before the janitor even got this far through the school. "Now......see here, young Kyy...." he started, but tailed off as he saw the cheetah's eyes looking straight at his teacher's crotch, Darwyn's tent impossible not to see. He sighed, crossing to his desk, turning the young cat around and lifting him up to sit on his desk, leaving him sat in just his school polo shirt "......hmmmff.....I might be able to work something out on your paper..... but only if this is what you want. I'm not going to do this with you if you don't want to."
Darwyn's answer came swiftly, the cat leaning forward and unbuttoning his teacher's shirt, helping Darwyn shuck it off, leaving him topless. Kyy looked him up and down, grinning and purring as he reached for Darwyn's belt and pants waistband. "Sir, why do you think....." he asked as the belt came undone ".....that I *only* wore shorts today..." followed by the button and zip fly, the cat pushing the pants down past Darwyn's hips, hooking his nimble footpaws into the waistband to push them further down. "....and got a D on the test....." he said as he did the same with his teacher's underwear, grinning wider as Darwyn's erection sprung free.
Darwyn, too, smirked as it all fell into place. Kyy wasn't a bad student at all, and the grade had taken him by surprise as well. What he hadn't picked up on was the young cat checking him out every opportunity that he had in class. Darwyn couldn't deny though that he hadn't wondered what the lithe young student would look like out of uniform, and had nearly peeked in on the swim teams training just to see.
"....well well....." he chuckled as he pushed his underwear the rest of the way down to his ankles, Kyy laying back on the desk expectantly, legs either side of Darwyn's bare hips, his cocktip brushing between his students' cheeks as he stood back up straight, gripping one of Kyy's legs in one hand, and using the other to guide his already pre-dribbling tip towards the cat's eager pucker ".....looks like we can trade my D in your A, for your A instead of a D....."
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