Flustered MrMacdonald tries to teach

For a few seconds more, the male teacher stared in surprise directly at the spot between Tanya’s thighs, with the result that she was so embarrassed that the heat inside the young girl grew even warmer. Her cheeks burned, her nipples stood harder, the fat little cylinders tenting the thin white cotton of her blouse. Mr MacDonald tried with some visible effort to behave nonchalant . . . and failed miserably. Quite flustered, his face reddening, he distracted himself for a few moments by looking at his notes for the lesson that morning. Taking a deep breath, he muttered to himself, “Oh geezuskrist . . . they warned me about the female students at this school . . . “

Then out loud, Mr MacDonald stammered, “Okay, right, Tanya . . . sit, um, proper-proper-properly please … legs wide apart … oops, I mean … oh geezus”

Tanya did as told, much to her own shame, parting her knees further until they were as wide apart as they could go. She blushed so hotly, it felt as if her cheeks were on fire, and the embarrassment sent that hotter needy-feeling straight to her young cunny. She squirmed a little as her cunny flooded with more juices.

The teacher’s eyes practically bulged at the sight, as if every fantasy about naughty school girls had blossomed to life in front of him. Hastily, tried to correct his error but with words tumbling over each other, “No, um …. Look, uhm, Tanya … you don’t want to do this, you want to close your legs, right? Especially, like, well, without … uh … panties on, since you’re not wearing any...”

Indeed, Tanya nodded with her face turning crimson with the shame of it, to be on display like this, she really didn’t want to spread her legs so wide. Or dress this way. Yet, she was, and she couldn’t resist doing it either.

The eyes of every student in the classroom was now upon her, many of them quite entertained by how flustered Mr MacDonald had become. Some of the girls glared at her, seeing Tanya as behaving just like some slutty attention-seeker. There were whispers that she must’ve failed her grades or was acting this way on a dare. The boys were trying to get more of a look, wishing that they could see what the teacher was seeing.

There were other whispers and mutterings around the room too, and Tanya overheard some of them.