B is for Back to School

A back-to-school ad was showing on the TV when he turned it on. “Boy am I glad that I don’t have to take classes anymore,” he said as he changed the channel.

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“Oh? I thought you were a good student. Didn’t you like school?”

“I was a good student. I just don’t miss the homework and the tests. I just want to learn without the rest of the nonsense.”

She grinned. “Maybe you just need the right teacher to motivate you.”

He shifted to look at her. “What did you have in mind?”

“You keep saying that you need to spend some time on the online Spanish lessons for our trip next year. I could grade you on your progress through the class.”

“How would that work?”

“I don’t know for sure, but I’m thinking that you would need to work for half an hour a day for an A. I would judge the time spent for your grade. And it would be my discretion.”

“Would I get $10 for an A like I used to get from my parents when I was a kid?”

“I think I could come up with something a lot more inspirational than cash for an A. But I think I would only grade you once a week so you’d have to be consistent.”

“So at least half an hour a day for an A? What if I can’t do it one day, but do an hour the next?”

“I suppose that could be ok,” she said. “Provided it wasn’t all put off and you had to do it all on the weekend or whatever. Again, it would be at my discretion as to whether you are really trying.”

“Maria school. That sounds a lot more fun than regular back-to-school. What happens if I fail and get an F for the week?”

“I think I’d have to dole out some corporal punishment.” She watched him shift a little at the thought. “Unless you think that might be a reward rather than a punishment.”

He blushed at her observation. “I guess that depends on the corporal punishment. I mean, a couple of swats is one thing, but an extended session is something else.”

“I would definitely want it to leave an impression,” she smirked.

He turned off the TV and stood up. “I think I’ll go spend some quality time doing Spanish instead of watching junk on here. The benefits seem so much better.”

She leaned back and put her feet up on the couch. “After you study, I’ll test you. You should keep that tongue limber, after all.” She slid her hands into her shorts and pulled them down just enough to show that she wasn’t wearing underwear. “Maybe that will inspire you.”

He licked his lips. “I can almost taste my reward.” He wandered into the kitchen, looking back at her. “I’ll be back.”

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