Ms. Victoria

You wake up, and breathe deep. Another year at HSU. Your first year was quite the journey. The worst of it still lingers in your mind. You'll never forget the feeling of bending down to help a student, only to have the young man behind you grab your skirt and yank it to the ground, revealing you tiny black thong, ample butt, and black thigh high stockings to the entire class. It still angers you, but you were too humiliated to even turn around. You merely pulled your skirt back up, and dismissed class.

Last year may have brought low lights, but it also brought some highlights. Last year you realized that there's something you truly love about young men being humiliated by their peers. More than one incident of young men being stripped publicly sent you rushing back home to take care of your own physical needs, to put it bluntly. It was made even better by the fact that you're the hottest teacher on campus, and their humiliation is often intensified when they see you watching with glee.

Not taking too long to think about it, you stand up, and strip off your pajamas. You pull on a pair of purple silk panties, and black stockings over your thick, pale legs. You then clasp a lacy purple bra over your large breasts, and cover it all with one of your tight skirt/button up combinations.

You make your way across campus, arriving at your first class early, taking a mental note of all who arrive late. You spend the first half hour talking about chemistry, as the students before you take notes on their laptops. After a bit, you spot your first victim. A young man a few rows back attempting to discreetly fiddle with the front of his sweatpants beneath the desk. Being the object of many young men's lustful eyes, this is nothing new to you, but this is the year you decide to do something about it. You look down at your class roster.

"Young man... Jeremy is it?" The young man stops touching himself, and meets your eyes with fear in his.

"Y-yes ma'am."

You slowly make your way over toward his desk, standing directly behind him. "What is that you're playing with?"

"What?" he says, his voice giving away that he knows he's been caught.

"The thing you were playing with under your desk. Is it a fidget spinner or something? I don't tolerate toys in my class." You play dumb, but the other students start to realize what's going on, and they begin whispering and laughing.

"It's-it's nothing" He says, no longer meeting your gaze.

"Nonsense, I saw you playing with something. Stand up."

He tries to argue, but you grab him by the arm, and drag him to his feet. Standing upright causes his obvious erection to press against the front of his sweatpants. The room erupts in laughter and applause, as he stands there with his head hanging in humiliation. You smile, beginning to grow slightly aroused a the young man's embarrassment.

"Oh... oh I see. Well this is incredibly inappropriate. We're going to have to do something about this." You grab him by the arm, and drag him up in front of the class, giving everyone a look at his protruding erection. You pull out a telescoping metal pointer, and begin motioning to the front of his pants with it.

"Gentlemen, we can not tolerate this. If you're so excited that you MUST play with yourselves, ask for a bathroom pass. Don't so it where everyone can see, like some sort of animal." You tap the top of his bulge with your pointer, causing him to flinch, and bite his lip. You smile. He must've been close. Do you use this to your advantage for more humiliation, or do you let him sit down?