Emma makes a grab for the phone.

Emma's eyes went wide with fear. Her instincts took over, and she made a **** grab for the phone filled with evidence. Mr. Stevens was ready for her. He pulled the phone back just far enough that she couldn't reach it, and Emma was left sprawled out over his desk-arms waving uselessly.

He laughed. "Easy there little girl. You don't get this back until your punishment is over."

"Please! That stuff is private! Give it back now! You have no right!"

He cut her off firmly. "I have every right to know what my students are doing in my class little girl." He glanced down at the phone in it's cute pink case. "You put on an excellent good girl act, but I always suspected that you were a slut deep down. I wonder what your parents or the head master would think about these? Or maybe I should just upload them to a **** porn cite along with your name and address?"

Emma's blood ran cold. "You wouldn't!" She felt like she was going to cry. "Please! You can't do this! It was just for fun! A one time thing!"

"A one time thing? Then how do explain all of these?" He went into her photo album and flipped through to her other photos. The ones she had taken when she was alone in her bedroom. Emma watched the slide show of her in the shower, her laying on her bed, her face as she got herself off last night. "I think people would love these; don't you?"

She was trapped and she knew it. Those photos would ruin her life, if they ever got out.

"What...what do you want?"