Friday

After Ms Wright got home, she had forgotten everything about Ben's hypnosis. All she could think about was the fact Ben saw her naked, and it was making her very horny, much to her disbelief. She could not remember why she ended up naked in class with him. After feeding her two cats, she went to her bedroom and took out her vibrator that was hidden in the back of her nightstand. Even though she lived alone, she was still embarrassed by the fact she owned a sex toy. She stripped and lay on her bed.

Ms. Wright fucked her pussy for a half an hour while fantasizing about Ben, but all she did was bring herself to the edge of orgasm. She finally gave up and took a cold shower.

That night, she rigged one of her skirts to fall if she pulled a thread, causing the button to come off, and she cut some of the elastic along the waistband. Part of her dreaded showing her panties to her class, but she knew Ben would be there, and the thought of him seeing her panty clad ass turned her on.

The next morning, she chose a pair of purple French cut lace panties. She went to school, and time crept by until it was time for AP Psychology.

Ben walked in, looking very smug.

Right after roll was taken, Mandy stood up. "Ms. Wright, I peed my pants again. Is it normal this turns me on so much?"

Mandy was an annoying grade-grubber who would complain if she got a 99 on a test because she always thought she deserved a 100. She was very pretty, and her hair and makeup were always perfect, and Ms. Wright did find some schadenfreude in Mandy humiliating herself.

"No, it's not normal, no go clean yourself up."

"Yes, ma'am."

Mandy left.

"Ms. Wright," asked Bart. Bart was an asshole. He was profane, insulted people, and loved to talk about his sex life with his college aged girlfriend.

"What is it?"

"When I wear my grandma's panties, sometimes I ejaculate. is that normal?"

The class laughed, and Bart looked like a chastised puppy.

"Bart, not now!" said Ms. Wright. She looked at Ben who winked at her. She turned her back to the class, pulled the string, and the button on her skirt popped off, and her skirt felt to her ankles. Her blouse was tucked into her panties, and the class got a great view.

As the class laughed, and the boys, save Bart, whistled and hooted, Ms. Wright bent straight over to pick up her skirt.

She pulled up her skirt. "I have to go to the home ec room," She said. Bart you're in charge until I get back. She hurried out of the room.