Harrow Heat
"School headmistress Dr. Adaeze Nwankwo maintains strict discipline—until the thick Nigerian PE teacher shows her that some rules are meant to be broken."
Dr. Adaeze Nwankwo ran Harrow's premier girls' school with iron discipline.
No exceptions. No excuses. No weakness.
Then the board hired Foluke as PE teacher, and Adaeze's discipline crumbled.
The woman was magnificent—thick athletic body, curves that her tracksuit couldn't hide, a smile that made Adaeze forget every rule she enforced.
"Welcome to the school," Adaeze said crisply.
"Thank you, Dr. Nwankwo." Those eyes sparkled. "I look forward to learning your... approach."
Weeks passed in professional agony.
Every staff meeting, Foluke sat across from her, those thick thighs visible under the table. Every school event, that body moved in ways that haunted Adaeze's dreams.
"You're staring again, Headmistress."
"I'm observing my staff."
"Observe closer. I don't bite." A pause. "Unless asked."
The confession came after a late night planning session.
"I can't do this anymore," Adaeze admitted. "The pretending. The professional distance. I want—"
"Me?" Foluke stood and approached. "I've wanted you since my interview. Watching you be powerful. Watching you control everything."
"I should control this."
"Or..." Foluke's hand found her waist. "You could let someone else take control for once."
In her office, after hours, Adaeze surrendered.
Foluke pushed her against the desk covered in discipline reports and kissed her like rules didn't exist.
"Let me show you," Foluke whispered, "what happens when you stop being in charge."
She lifted Adaeze's skirt and dropped to her knees.
The headmistress who never moaned, moaned.
The woman who never begged, begged.
Foluke's tongue was relentless, and Adaeze gripped her own desk—symbol of her authority—while that authority dissolved completely.
"Please—Foluke—"
"Please what?"
"Please don't stop."
"Good girl."
Their affair broke every rule Adaeze had ever made.
No relationships between staff. No personal matters on school grounds. No compromised judgment.
"We could be fired," Adaeze said.
"Then let's not get caught." Foluke kissed her. "Same time tomorrow?"
"I should say no."
"But you won't."
"No. I won't."
The school flourished under their secret partnership.
Staff noticed the headmistress seemed... softer. More human. Still firm, but with warmth.
Only Foluke knew why.
"You've changed," Foluke observed one night.
"You changed me."
"Better?"
"Infinitely."
Harrow's strictest headmistress had found her exception to every rule.
And she'd never been happier to break them.