Disappointingly

Disappointingly, Mrs. McDowell didn’t even acknowledge the grade as she turned around and walked back up to her desk. Nate thought this to be unacceptable and decided to push things further. He peered back into his teachers mind and reinforced his blockades on her reasoning. Put her into a more drastic state of uncertainty, make her logic take shortcuts.

He stood up from his desk and immediately all eyes were on him as he walked towards the front, paper in hand, stopping at his teacher’s desk. She obviously knew he was there in her peripheral vision, but was purposefully ignoring him. It wasn’t until he placed his test right under her nose that she couldn’t deny it anymore.

“Um, excuse me, Mrs. D?” Nate said, calling her by her nickname, the one that immature boys in her class used in a different context behind her back. “Is this a test?”

“What?” She replied.

“Oh I’m sorry, not the paper. The grade, it’s an F. You know... how I am to be punished. Where you testing me or did you forget.” Her eyes lit up in realization when he said this.

“Oh yes, of course. Of course I was testing you, just wanted to see if you’d catch that. Nice job.” After saying this she paused, clearly not knowing what to do next.

“So... do you want to back up your chair?”

“Of course.” She did as he said, trying to act like she knew what she was doing. Nate could see it in her mind that was breaking a bit. The walls he put in place were holding, but it was her thoughts that were breaking around them. He could see that she felt lost, questioning everything she did and thought in reaction to him. To her credit she was trying to adapt as quickly as possible, trying not to let it show that she didn’t know what she was doing. Of course great irony was that she did know what she was doing, that was, until Nate arrived. Since she couldn’t deny that his actions were right, her mind turned on her. She was far too wholesome for this.

When she backed her chair out he bent over and laid across her lap face-down, his penis dangling between her thighs. Her mind made another leap clinging to the consistency of the eroticism of the situation thus far. So, as a test, she gave a light tap on his cheek with her hand. It was the only punishment she could think of that would fit the situation. She had played right into his hands, or he had played right under hers, depending on how you look at it. When she saw that Nate didn’t respond negatively to her action she continued, this time harder, an then another one. One by one she repeatedly spanked his asscheeks, under the watchful eyes of her students. Eventually, Nate found his erection rising, stiffening between his teachers legs in a way that he knew she could feel throbbing against her thighs.

When Nate felt like he had enough, he started to get up, to which his teacher responded by seizing her punishment, assuming it to be over. When he stood up his full erection was visible to the curious eyes of all of his classmates. He searched their minds for material he would probably jerk off to later. He picked on Bernadette from earlier. Where as before she was the first to object, she now found herself somewhat excited (not in that way, just entertained) by the events that had take place over her fourth period math class that day. She was engaged with what what happening now that she knew she could do nothing to stop it. She wanted to see more, or else face disappointment. ‘Might as well give her what she wants,’ thought Nate.

“Um...” he started, Mrs. McDowell returning her attention to him in case she missed something else. He pointed to his member. “I have to 'relieve some tension,' but it alright if I do as long as I follow the rule, right? Just as long as it’s in front of everyone.” His teacher’s mind stuttered for a second. She was really straining now, but she managed to somehow pull through.

“Of course.” She replied.

Nate backed up against the whiteboard and started rubbing himself. Once again all eyes were on him, in fact they probably never left. He could feel his stinging ass as it pressed against the wall behind him. He started a slow rhythm, but that didn’t last long as he found himself jacking off at a pretty good pace, again, in full view of his classmates. He just couldn’t get past that fact. That they all were watching him, the quiet kid. He had walked in butt-ass naked, teased them while they recorded on their phones, gotten spanked by the teacher for getting a bad grade, and know he was masturbating against the whiteboard with the teacher’s permission. He started sliding down the wall he was leaning against. ‘Just one more thing,’ he thought. ‘Just one more memory to take me over the edge.’ And then he had it. He turned himself around, putting his feet against the wall, then his bottom, then his back as he worked his way up the wall, curling himself until his shoulders, head, and toes were toughing the floor so that when he forward he saw his own penis pointing at him and when he looked up he saw a room full of students upside down, still looking at him, but not his teacher. But in that moment, he wanted her to look. Her, his wholesome teacher who fought his control every step of the way. He freed her of his control and saw her head whip around to see him jacking off directly over his own face. He didn’t need to read her mind. Written all over her face, along with all the others, was the look of realization, of what he was about to do. And it was that image that formed in his memory that, joining the others, he climaxed to.

He came on his face in front of all of them and it was deliciously humiliating.