SPORTS

This is a short story, a two chapter shot.

Edward Cullen is a vampire, but he is like an alternate world Edward, this is what he'd be without his family, Carlisle, or Bella in his life. He's bad. He is posing currently as a gym teacher at an all girls school. Lots of dinner choices here.

This is about one day when one of Edward's students plays with fire and annoys Edward a little too much.

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"Come on, Jackie, put some kind of effort into it please.", Edward Cullen almost whined as he walked along the row of 17 year old girls doing their jumping jacks before Gym class officially began.

He heard her give a squeak of disapproval back at him, the teacher, at his comment. This happened every single morning and frankly Edward was getting sick of it.

She never gave anything extra and she always had an excuse or complaint. I'm not getting paid enough for this job, he thought as he pinched the bridge of his nose, seeing the next line of girls. Their feet weren't even leaving the floor with each "jumping jack."

"Mr. Cullen, don't yell at me." Jackie said in her little girl voice, "I'm doing the best I can, and my ankle hurts."

"Awww.", Edward felt a secret delight in picking on this one, giving sarcastic pity, ignoring her hurt expression, "Poor baby."

Sighing hard, she stared at his back; the yellow t-shirt fit him so snugly that she could make out his six pack underneath and the nice curves of his pecks. If he wasn't so hot, she'd tell him off right now.

"Two laps, Jackie.", Mr. Cullen snapped his fingers, not turning around to face her, hearing her mind wandering over his body. Maybe that would cool her off, the little trollop.

"I didn't do anything!" she squealed in protest.

He stopped chewing his gum as his jaw tensed. He turned to her, moving his sunglasses down his eyes to reveal them, almost hoping she saw his red pupils, and said, "That's why you're taking 4 laps now."

"FOUR?" she howled, getting the attention of all the other girls now, all exercising came to a screeching halt.

"Everybody KEEP WORKING HERE!" Mr. Cullen demanded, making the rest focus again quickly, arms moving up and down across his gaze, feet bouncing up and down.

"Jackie, do what I told you or get out." Mr. Cullen sneered at her, his eyes hidden from her by the black sunglasses.

"I HATE YOU!" she started running around the track of the gym, little tears starting to form and she muttered about him to herself.

I need to get transferred to an all boy's school where I can make boys crush each other playing football, Edward secretly wished for this again. He was stuck in this all girl school hell and couldn't get out. On top of everything else, he had to wear a yellow t shirt and blue shorts just like the girls had to wear. The only difference was his gray sweat jacket to hide some of the awful yellow color. With his white skin, yellow washed him out even more.

Screw this uniform, he told himself, tomorrow I'm wearing black and if they don't like it, to hell with them. They can kick me out if they want. As a cherry on his sundae, most of these girls were too busy drooling over him to do a proper gym class. He knew there were no boys around, but, Jesus, he was their teacher. He could never get over the aggressiveness of girls these days.

One day he was showing them how to do push ups and the images from every girl's mind was enough to make him release the class early. He could see every one of them in their fantasies underneath him with each push up, horny little things.

"Okay enough." Mr. Cullen blew his whistle with two short blows, making them all sit down on the floor, Indian style.

Jackie began to come over to the group to take her seat on the floor. Without looking up from his clipboard, Mr. Cullen said, "I didn't say you were done, keep running."

He's so mean, one girl secretly thought, loving it, Jackie is a major bitch and she deserves it.

He is so hot and cruel, another one thought in glee, God that drives me crazy. I keep dreaming about him. I wonder if he's ever nice.

"I can't run anymore, my ankle!" she complained, standing there, staring at the back of his head, the perfect hair making her angrier. He probably preens over himself for hours everyday to make the little girls scream, she thought with venom. Her Barbie doll looks weren't getting her the attention from this one that she wanted. In fact, he was harder on her because she was prettier, she told herself.

"That's very funny, Miss Nickles.", Edward said, "But it's me who'll have the last laugh when you can't fit into your prom dress this summer due to lack of exercise."

God, I'd love to just throw her over my knee and spank her ass right here in front of everyone, Edward heard the demon inside him rage, and then her ankle wouldn't be an issue anymore. Then I'd have to hear her crying about her sore ass, he smirked to himself.

"Detention, after school today." Mr. Cullen said without emotion, chewing his Big Red gum, liking the hot cinnamon taste in his mouth, it curbed the desire for blood during the day, somehow, "Go sit your useless ass down."

Get your rest now, you little bitch, you'll need it for later, he growled in his own mind.

"Ooooh.", the chorus of girls began to react to use of the word ass. Edward didn't see the problem; it was a perfectly acceptable word, in Webster's collegiate dictionary.

But Jackie was becoming more and more disobedient as time went by. Every day she would push a little bit more. Today was no different.

"You CURSED at me, I'm reporting you!" she yelled, standing her ground, her arms crossed in a huff, waiting for his reaction.

"I'm very frightened, please stop." he said as calmly as a machine, not making eye contact with her, saying to the girls on the floor, "Get up and choose sides for basketball. Laurie and Heather are the captains today."

"HEY!" Jackie shouted, everyone else coming to a halt, watching.

He never even looks at me, like I'm NOTHING worth looking at, I hate that! He's going to look at me today if I have to tear my shirt off! she fumed.

Jesus Christ, Edward heard her thoughts, somebody please save me from this den of unrequited lust. I will definitely need to feed soon, I'm getting so cranky.

"Miss Nickles," Edward made his voice cold as ice, watching the girls choose sides, "If you continue to disrupt my class I will be forced to do something I really don't want to do. I advise you to desist."

Let's see if she knows what that words means, he smiled internally, keeping his face as hard as stone.

"What does that mean?" she asked loudly, making Edward's eyes close, repulsed by her ignorance.

"One of the finest, most expensive schools in North America," he muttered, shaking his head, "She doesn't know the word desist…thank God I'm only a gym teacher and not the English teacher…"

"Mr. Cullen!" she kept going, coming up closer behind him, and before she knew it, she shoved him from the back. But his body did not budge; it was like shoving a brick wall.

"OW", she squealed, her fingers felt jammed. She tried to uncurl them a bit, to massage them, throbbing in pain.

"That's it.", Mr. Cullen spun around with the grace of a cat and with one motion grabbed her long blonde hair near the scalp, yanking it back roughly.

She screamed, getting laughter from all the other girls who equally loathed her. Mr. Cullen was quickly leading her by the hair away from the others, to the far south end of the gymnasium.

"If you wanted too anger me…" he gritted his teeth, keeping in control, "Fine, you've done that.. Enjoy your day. See you at 4."

At this, he threw her into the supply closet, crashing her into a bag of volleyballs. The lights went off and the door slammed shut, the lock turning neatly.

For the first time that morning, Edward Cullen smiled, taking a cleansing breath and going to watch the girls play basketball.

At first, she had thought he would've let her out after gym class was over. But he didn't. It was pitch black in here, smelling of old socks and mildew and the time went by like an eternity. It was 9 am when Mr. Cullen had put her in here, she kept hearing the bells ringing for each next class and still not one sound of anyone coming to let her out. She was starving by the time lunch had rolled around and she had been banging on the door all day, pleading for anyone to come open the door. No one came at all.

"Mr. Cullen please!" she was whimpering in agony by 4pm, begging like a hungry puppy. Whistling, Edward Cullen came back into the empty gym, pleased with what he had accomplished today. It was a good idea, having all the rest of the gym classes outside today, he thought, even though it was 30 degrees and pouring rain outside.

It would build their character, and he had to admit, it was nice to see, 150 young girls running track with soaking wet t-shirts. Well they could thank Jackie Nickles for their pleasant class today.

Speaking of Jackie, oh yes, he almost forgot.

"Mr. CULLEN!" she screeched, sobbing, "PLEASE LET ME OUT! I'm sorry!"

Tails she stays in there all night, heads she gets to come out, Mr. Cullen took out a coin, flipping it high into the air, catching it and flattening it against the back of his hand, taking a look.

"Heads.", Edward raised a brow, luck is not on your side Miss Nickles. You would've preferred staying in for the night.

Soaking wet from the weather, Mr. Cullen pulled off his sopping tight shirt, letting it fall to the floor as he switched off most of the gym lights. Only one dim light shone in the center of the large open room. The halls were empty, even the teachers all cleared out of here by 3:10 on the dot. Just to make sure, he locked the door to get into the gym. Miss Nickles had a lesson to learn and Mr. Cullen didn't want any interruptions. She had earned his full attention and he intended to give it to her.

Taking out his keys, he went to the supply closet door and unlocked it without a rush, yanking the door open hard, towards himself, pulling her out with it. She screamed at the sudden movement of the door, falling to her hands and knees at her teacher's feet.

Her head spun, dizzy from the hours of darkness she had endured and her eyes tried to adjust to the small light in the gym.

"Get up and bring all the things in this room to the center of the gym, make a nice neat pile. You have five minutes." his voice sneered above her, his face silhouetted against the one light behind him, "When I come back, you will be standing in the center of the room waiting respectfully and don't you say one single word to me. Go."

His black silhouette walked away back towards his little office near the locker rooms, not even turning back to see if she was obeying him. With a little sound, she got herself up fast, groping around in the still dark supply closet, dragging bags of balls, carrying heavy boxes full of equipment, making sure they were neatly lined up in the center of the gym. Not wanting to get in more trouble, she even brought the horse and other like furniture into the gym. She wasn't sure if she had done it all in five minutes, but when she was positive all was out of the closet, she headed back to the center of the gym floor, standing there, waiting, and trying to catch her breath.

Mr. Cullen turned off the shower in the boy's locker room, arching his back a bit as he walked out of the stall, grabbed his towel, and towel dried his wet hair, letting it fall a bit over his dark eyes. He put the towel around his waist and went to his office, dressing in a button down white shirt and a pair of black jeans. He laced up his boots and turned off his office light. It was very dark here now, no windows to allow the sunlight in. No witnesses.

He picked up his leather belt, not looping it through his jeans, but taking it with him in his right hand, folded in half.

"Miss Nickles.", she jumped a bit, hearing his deep voice suddenly a few feet away. It echoed in the empty room, like an angry god.

She almost spoke but then remembered he said not to say a word to him. Waiting, she hoped he wouldn't be even meaner while they were alone. He scared her but he also taunted her. Attracted to him since day one, she went out of her way to get his attention. Now she had it. This wasn't good.

"You are in a lot of trouble." he stated without emotion, walking up behind her.

She felt her legs shiver, weak from hours of being dormant in the closet. Her stomach was empty and it growled a bit, her eyes still unclear.

"I love horseback riding." he said casually, walking around her slowly, "I have a few nice stallions, too. Every once in awhile, I come across a new pony and acquire it, but then it resists me. It doesn't want to go in the direction I am steering it. And, although I have lots of patience, I finally realize I just have to break her myself, teach her who's master and who is pony. It seems that you, Miss Nickles, are my newest little pony."

"I—", she began with a weak little voice but he was upon her in a second, grabbing her by the throat, giving a rough squeeze.

"I told you not to say a word." he whispered wickedly into her shocked face, and then threw her to the ground.

She landed, crying, trembling all over. Teachers weren't supposed to touch the students! She wanted to protest but he was right behind her, looking down at her in distaste.

"Crawl, little pony." he shoved her ass with his boot, pushing her a couple feet ahead, strolling behind her slowly, "Crawl for your master."

She obeyed, crawling away from him, hoping to get to the door and run out. Her eyes were filled with tears, blurring her vision.

"Still so fucking slow, MOVE IT!" he growled, bringing the belt down over her little blue shorts. Her voice screamed out loud and she sped up a bit, her knees and palms suffering on the hard wooden floor.

"Speed means nothing to you does it?" he shouted, frustrated, right behind her as she tried to go faster.

"You're lazy and soft." he shoved her down again, making her land on her face. She nearly tried to get back on all fours again but his boot rested firmly on her shoulder blade, keeping her there.

"You think because you're cute you can get away with no effort in my class.", he told her, seeing right through her, "And all the while looking me up and down like I'm only here for your viewing pleasure. You're a little whore. I guess I've just been treating you like a young woman for too long but don't worry. I'm done with that."

"Mr. Cullen—"she wept but she didn't get to finish. He gave her a small kick in the face, making contact with her lip. It already felt swollen like a balloon.

"I said no talking." he reminded with a cruel darkness in his voice, "You are my little whore and you'll do what I demand. From now on, or your pretty little face will be a memory. Is that clear?"

She let out a sob, not knowing what to do or say. So afraid to even speak now, she laid there, quivering, the taste of blood on her lips.

"You're dressed too nicely for a whore or a pony." he took his foot off her back and with one yank he was tearing the yellow shirt up the back, his hands tugged at the ripped pieces and it was gone, only her bra remained. She heard another rip and looked, the little silk shorts coming apart and pulled off her body as well, leaving the little white panties beneath.

Screaming again, she tried to leap to her feet and run to the door. She made it there but when she yanked the handle to open it, it was locked.

Laughing, Mr. Cullen stood where she'd left him, not afraid that she might get away.

"Stupid, too." he commented, "Lazy, soft and stupid. Poor dear, you're cut out to be nothing but a whore."

He let go of the torn shorts, letting them float to the floor. Staring her down at the door, he waited his gaze impatient and deadly.

"Come over to me slut." he ordered, expecting to be obeyed without question.

"Now.", he emphasized.

She took a small step or two towards him but she saw him frown more, clenching his eyes and turning his head slightly, he sneered again, "You better get down on your hands and knees if you're coming towards ME slut. You are not my equal."

Gasping in her harried breath, she shook all over, getting down on all fours again, sobbing as she crawled over to her tall handsome teacher's legs.

"How's your ankle now?" his voice was like pure evil above her, cutting like a knife.

Crying, she looked down at her half naked body, not answering.

"Fine Sir" he fed her the lines to answer him with.

Finally, she repeated it, so fragile in her voice now.

Almost in a violent tug, he moved her face up, looking at her cut puffy bottom lip.

"Ohh you're poor mouth." he cooed in sarcasm, "I hope you don't think because your mouth is hurt that you won't be using it in my class today."

His laugh made tears fall down her cheeks as she cowered at his feet, so humiliated. She knew it was only the beginning.

"Lick off my boots slut." he shoved her face down hard, waiting.

His boots were leather, black and had dried mud on them.

"I want to see my reflection in them when you're through so do a good job." he said sweetly, crossing his arms.

She bent down and made herself do it, closing her eyes and taking small little licks at first, gagging a bit here and there, then, sick of the taste of the dirt, and she tried to end this, taking bigger, longer licks with her tongue.

"Finally finished?" he asked as she stopped, "Took long enough."

"Come over here." Mr. Cullen said, moving the horse over to himself, slapping the side of its leather frame, "Get up and lay over this."

Wanting to plead with him, she saw his eyes and forgot that notion right away. She stepped up to it, getting on tiptoes to place her body over it. His hands helped her, moving her further up so her head was hanging downward and her feet weren't touching the ground at all. Her ass was pointed right up in the air, only the little white panties protecting her.

"Very nice." he liked what he saw from behind her, "You never were very good at the horse, either, were you?"

Her hands groped around the leather, looking for something to hold onto, but as if he heard her thoughts, he stepped up behind her, using a jump rope from another box, taking one of her hands and twisting it behind her back, roping around it and securing it along with her other wrist to the side handle of the horse.

"We don't want you to fall, do we?" he asked, remembering how many times she had fallen off this in the first semester.

She let out a horrified breath, her eyes round in terror as another jump rope came from behind her, Mr. Cullen's hands guiding it around her mouth once, around and again, and again until the whole rope coiled around her head, keeping her teeth apart and gagging her tightly, the wooden handles also fitting nicely in between her teeth as Mr. Cullen secured it in place with tight yanks, coming around to the front of her to make sure it was right.

"Say something." he suggested calmly, waving with a finger, listening, nose to nose with her.

"Wshhgjjfjjlll", she tried to plead but even she couldn't understand what she was saying. He laughed softly, patting her head like a good dog.

"That's a good girl." he purred, smiling, going around behind her again.

The wood was tough on her jaws and teeth and the ropes afforded her very little air. All she could think of now was what Mr. Cullen was doing behind her.

"We are going to find your sport Miss Nickles.", he said from a few feet away, "I don't care how long it takes, I am going to find something, anything, you're good at. Maybe then I won't fail you. Do you realize if you fail gym, you stay back and don't graduate with your pathetic little friends? Then you're mine for a whole year longer. Not to mention summer school."

She whimpered and tried to speak again thru her rope gag but no words came. The sound amused Edward.

"Oh yes, Miss Nickles," Edward oozed softness; "You and I are going to have lots of quality time together."

Her eyes closed, tears falling onto the floor below as she shook uncontrollably.

"First before we begin," he said calmly, his hands touching her panties, tracing along the edges with his fingers, "I want to teach you the dangers of – playing with a grown man."

RIP – one side of the panties was torn in half as she screamed.

"You think you're a woman because you have the body of one." he continued, moving his hands along her back, over to the other side of the lace underwear, "But you're not." RIP – the other side was torn. She thought she'd die of humiliation as he peeled them off her ivory white asscheeks.

"You're quite a little girl and not prepared to handle a situation such as this," Edward explained, trailing a finger down her back between the bra straps, "When a man has been pushed too far, something horrible and nasty can happen."

With one tug, the bra was in his hands and pinched flesh as it was forced off.

"Now, see, Miss Nickles?" he sighed, "You are completely defenseless against an adult. You shouldn't play at being a woman. You know nothing about it. But I am your teacher and am always happy to help guide a young girl like yourself into womanhood."

Begging through the ropes again, she knew her sounds were only urging him on more, thrilling him with their desperation.

"Shhh no need to thank me, Miss Nickles.", he smiled lovingly, "I love staying after school to help the more needy students."

"What shall we start with?" he pondered out loud as she squirmed, "Oral exams…or maybe a bit of old school first?"

With a loud WHACK a long flat wooden instrument cracked itself across the base of her spine, leaving a hard red welt in its wake.

"RRRRRRRRRR", she screamed in quick agony, her legs kicking furiously, untied but helpless as they were far off the floor.

"The old yardstick method." Edward reminded, "Many times as a child did I feel the lash of the yardstick. It's a shame schools can't use it anymore. It really drove a lesson home with the speed you lack, my dear."

He paddled her with the yardstick roughly and without mercy, every now and then stroking her bruised ass cheeks with his cool hand. She tried to scream and plead through her gag but he was having none of it. She was going to get the spanking she deserved. It seemed to go on forever.

"Oooh," Edward licked his lips some time later into the spanking noticing the welts were bleeding slightly, "Blood. I love blood. It's so raw. "

The little red lines began to go down her curved buttocks, looking so beautiful as she cried in silence. This was better than Edward had imagined it.

"I'm tired of the yardstick now." he announced, putting it down in the pile, looking around, "But don't worry, Miss Nickles, I said we're going to find your sport and I meant it. We have all night to explore this."

"NNNNNN", she was trying to scream NO but only got out part of it.

"Thank you Miss Nickles.", he smiled to himself, "I try to be a very thorough teacher. I'm glad to have taken you under my wing."

His fingers grabbed her hair, pulling her face up. He was right behind her, his chest on her back as she cried louder, wishing she could just go home.

"You ARE really cute." he smiled, slapping her cheek with his hand just enough to make the skin tingle a bit, "The way you challenge me in class…"

SLAP – the other side of her face was hit, then again, harder, "The way you leer at me everyday. Aww what's the matter ? Isn't this what you wanted?" His voice was lethal.

"You don't like being naked in front of Mr. Cullen, do you?"

SLAP! Right in the eye…damn! She began to shake her head no but he grabbed the ropes around the back of her head and made her head nod up and down in big swoops.

"Yes, you do, you little slut, you want Mr. Cullen to fuck you, don't you?" he cooed in her ear, speaking over her shouts and saying, "Yes you do. I want to be paid attention to. I want to be special to Mr. Cullen." He mocked her voice.

"Well maybe later, after I've really worn you out and you've mastered your lesson, maybe I will have pity on you and fuck you like the little mutt you are.", he shared.

His fingers moved over her body, groping and clutching without tenderness, handling her like some animal.

"In fact, this is how the little dogs do it." He unzipped his jeans as she screamed and stepped up behind her, holding her fighting legs down. She thought he was going to have sex with her but she was mistaken. This was a punishment, not a reward. He wanted her begging for his forgiveness and to never ever defy him again. She wouldn't be able to sit down for a week after this.

With one evil thrust, he spread her ass cheeks open and plunged himself inside that tight small hole there, not caring of the excruciating pain it would bring her as she howled in torment. He stayed there for a long moment, feeling and hearing her pain in his head. Smiling, he bit down on his bottom lip and began to pump himself in and out, clutching the flesh at the sides of her ass, moving her back and forth with it.

"This is what you've been doing to me all year long!" he growled as she kicked and wildly yanked her arms behind her to no avail.

"Tickles, doesn't it?" he asked with a smile, going harder now, "And you thought your ankle was sore today."

"Mr. Cullen, I can't run today.", he mocked her little whiny voice again, driving a long stroke inside as she screamed in shrill rips, "Mr. Cullen, I'm too tired." And again, slammed harder into the virgin muscles within.

The torment of it nearly drove her insane, he had no mercy on her at all, and he refused to hear her begging sobs. Like a miracle, he finally pulled out in one long slow motion, her voice cried and panted like a sword was just yanked out of her intestines.

Mr. Cullen zipped his jeans back up, unaffected by the noises she was making. He still didn't feel satisfied that she would learn a lesson from this. There had to be more. With a sigh, he took his finger and ran it along the thin beautiful lines of blood going down her backside, sticking it into his mouth and tasting her life force as the blood coated his cool tongue, warming it a bit.

"Miss Nickles," he sighed again, "That is going to need some major work on your part. I did everything as usual. We will definitely have to practice that sport often. But I still think we need to keep searching for your game. What do you think?"

A gut wrenching scream tore out of her throat, crying following, but no words were trying to be spoken. Good, she was in a lot of pain now. Now she knew how he felt everyday.

"Don't worry, I have loads of ideas.", he patted her bottom, "Stay here a minute and think about it while I set up our next game."

"I think you might like archery, Miss Nickles.", he still spoke like the gym teacher, tying the last knot around her ankle. "Of course, this time you can watch me and maybe some other time I'll let you do the shooting."

The large canvas bulls eye target was tilted a bit backwards, she laid across it, right in the center, hands bound at her sides, ankles apart, also bound down tightly.

The rope was still serving as her gag as she screamed in protest, her head shaking hard.

"What's wrong?" he put his ear next to her mouth, nodding his head as she muffled her arguments incoherently.

"Oh, don't be nervous.", he smiled, taking her chin in his hand, slapping her cheek again, surprised how good that made his hand feel, "I have excellent aim and 9 times out of 10, I hit my mark."

He smiled, rising and walking to the far other side of the darkened gym.

"Do you know that if you fill a drum with sand and shoot a bullet into it, the bullet stops in the sand?", Mr. Cullen began, choosing his bow carefully as he spoke to his pupil across the room, "But if you shoot an arrow into that same drum, the arrow slices right through the sand, and out the other side of that drum? It just goes to show you, arrows can be lethal when shot from a bow."

She was struggling in vain, thinking she could get out of the knots he tied.

"These are my own private arrows.", he said proudly, "Gold tips, they are sharper and quicker."

Her eyes stared at him in terror, watching his perfect shape in the darkness ready his bow and arrow, loading it, taking a breath and slowly taking aim. He pulled the bow string back a good length, and stopped, freezing that way like a statue. The waiting was agony for her.

"You'd better hold very still Miss Nickles.", he advised, "If you make me miss, I'll be very put out."

Whimpering, closing her eyes tight, she tried to control her heavy breathing, her naked body trembling like a leaf.

A sudden THWANG sound erupted into the air and she braced herself, hearing it make a THUD into the canvas beside her. Opening her eyes a bit, she saw he hit the gold bulls eye, right next to her waist. The arrow was so close that her waist was now leaning against it.

"Oooh, BULLSEYE!", he smiled more, pleased with himself.

He took another arrow and began loading the bow, clearing his throat, "This is a nice sport for you, there's no running, no jumping."

She let out a scream as he released the second arrow, it skimmed her left breast and buried itself in the canvas beside it, a thin long line of blood scratched across her flesh.

"Ooops.", he grinned, knowing exactly what he was doing, "Maybe I overextended a bit too much on that one. Hmmm."

"It's very important to give your full attention to the task at hand when aiming your arrow.", he instructed, loading another in his bow, a brow raised a bit.

"You must always shoot with safety in mind. Never forget when you hold a bow, you are holding a lethal weapon in your hands."

THWANG. THUD. Looking around after that shot, she let out a howl. It landed in the canvas but right between her open legs, so close to her crotch.

Edward couldn't help it, he had to laugh. Her face was classic.

Taking a couple of arrows in his hand, he walked over to her, still laughing a bit.

"I missed again.", he teased, grabbing the arrow and plucking it out from between her knees, adding it to the other two in his fist.

"How are you liking archery so far?", he asked, smiling, taking one arrow out of his other hand and using the tip to move a lock of her blonde hair out of her helpless eyes, "Exciting, isn't it?"

She protested in muffled horror, crying, hating this, shaking her head no.

"But this is one of the more passive sports.", he explained, as if totally unaware of her reasons for arguing, "I thought for sure this one would turn you on."

"Oh wait,", he looked up to the ceiling, "I know what's wrong."

He tore open his shirt, the buttons flying off and he shrugged himself out of it, tossing it to the floor behind him.

"Happy now?", he sneered, "Getting a good enough look, Miss Nickles?"

He came closer, taking the one arrow in his hand and trailed the sharp gold tip along her bottom lip, carefully.

Mr. Cullen gave a small wicked grin, "We had archery last semester. Let's see if you remember anything I taught you, shall we?"

"What does two whistle blasts mean?", he asked, putting the arrow tip an inch under her right eye, waiting.

Closing her eyes, she sobbed out loud, not trying to speak much.

"MMmm hmm.", he frowned a bit, "When is it permissible to hold an arrow on the bow with your index finger?"

SWOOSH, a small scratch cut into her cheek a bit below her eye suddenly. She could feel tingling and wetness.

"What do you check for before you pull your arrows from the target?", he asked another, raising an annoyed brow, resting the arrow tip against the hollow at the bottom of her throat.

Trying to speak, it was complete gibberish through the ropes.

"Wrong.", he shot out, SLASH – a small thin cut made a medium sized line across the bottom of her neck. He loved the sounds of her futile screams.

"When should you retrieve arrows that land behind the target?" his eyes were stone hard. This girl had not heard a single thing he'd said to her all year.

SWOOSH, SLASH, SWOOSH! Three more lines cut into her skin as she screamed defenselessly.

"F.", he graded harshly, putting the arrow to her mouth again.

"Lick it off.", he demanded, forcing her to taste her own blood. As much as she could with the ropes in the way, she tried. It was amusing to behold.

"It pains me that you don't learn when I teach.", he took the arrows away, "I hope now that I'm paying extra close attention to you, you will not ever forget my lessons again. Next time I ask you something in class, you'd better know the answer, to the LETTER."

"Let's see," Edward stood up and went back to his boxes of gym equipment, "So many goodies in here, what's another sport for a lazy ass who never wants to move fast?"

"Hey.", he sounded hopeful, "Fishing. Hours of sitting on your big ass doing nothing."

He walked back over with a small black box and a chair to sit upon at her side.

"I know we're not near the water now and I do apologize for that.", Edward began, "But I'll take you to the lake for that part over our summer together, you'll love the feel of the swamp water on your naked skin, it's really exhilarating."

"Anyway," he continued, opening the box, looking over all his fishing lures and hooks, "We can begin by learning how to bait our hook."

Hooks? Her eyes opened wide, registering this. Immediately, she began to cry and jerk her ankles and wrists violently.

"Shhhh.", Mr. Cullen looked at her as if she were rude, "You're not paying attention. You don't want another detention, do you, Miss Nickles?"

He inhaled at her sobs and continued. "When we go out on the water, your real first step one is to buy a package of seasick medicine. You'd be amazed how fast a novice on the water can become ill. My recommendation is Bonine. That has always worked with every novice I've taken out to sea. Sometimes the water gets SO choppy and rough."

A ghastly picture came to her mind suddenly. She was tied up, shoved into the water by him, and every now and then he would pull her up to the surface with a rope, fishing for her. Then he'd let her go again and watch her sink under the rough waves.

"When you bait your hook," he went on, pinching her right nipple into his finger and thumb, stretching it out a bit, a small sharp silver hook in his other hand.

"NNNNNNNHHHH", she went wild, thrusting and trying to do anything to stop him.

He just spoke louder, over her, saying, "Firmly push your hood edge into your bait, shoving it through…"

As he explained, he demonstrated, shoving the hook through beneath her little pink nipple, her howling screech piercing the air.

"Make sure you don't stick your own finger on the other side as it comes out and turn the hook all the way up until it's fastened in place.", he finished, putting a fishing line string in the other end of the hook.

"This will take us a few tries before you get comfortable with it." Mr. Cullen said quietly, looking at the perfectly hooked nipple, "But I'll be very patient with you Miss Nickles. We can keep going until you've really got it down."

See part two next !

Love, WinndSinger

Told you he was bad….real bad.