Ease off a little (so she doesn't get too scared) and kiss her....

You suddenly realise that what you are doing is pretty full-on. You have just up and grabbed your frosty teacher's breasts. This may have frightened her a little. The principal may not look to kindly upon this mammary grabbing. So you decide to ease off a little and backtrack to a more seductive pace.

Letting your hands drop down from her breasts you lean over in your chair as Mrs. Moffat sits there beside you. Her eyes are wide and she sits rigidly, holding her breath. As you press your lips to her's the trance seems to be broken. She exhales sharply and pulls back just as suddenly. A stinging slap across your face leaves you stunned as she rises abruptly, hastily rearranging her not so prim clothing. Your cheek throbs a little as you watch her flee the room.

Shit, you murmur. That didn't go so well. But the stinging of your slapped face is definate proof that you are not thinking of consequences. Despite all your bravado you can't help but feel scared about what Mrs. Moffat is going to do.