Ms Hart returns

Max thought quickly. Half of her really wanted to let her fingers graze her clit again. To feel the shivers of arousal make her legs shake. The other half of her knew this was a stupid idea. She knew that Ms Hart could return - would return - at any moment. Or Mr Hunter, the Headmaster.

She gritted her teeth. No. She would behave.

Two seconds later she knew she had made the right choice, as the office door was pushed open, making her jump. She straightened up in a rush, knocking her bag against the chair with a clatter.

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as Ms Hart stared at her.

The teacher stood, straight as a rod in the doorway. Her hair was pulled tight into a bun, giving her a perpetually stern expression, and her trouser suit adhered strictly to the school's regulations... And yet, to Max's horny teenage mind, it seemed as though Ms Hart's shirt was a little too sheer, a little too strained across her breasts.

Ms Hart turned to close the office door, making Max start. She had been staring at the teacher's chest. What was she thinking? Clearly her actions of the morning had addled her head.

She was also shocked to feel the soft tingle of arousal between her thighs once more as she stared at the tight trousers stretched across Ms Hart's ass. Max briefly wondered what sort of underwear she was wearing: it must be a thong or a g-string, Max reasoned. Or maybe none at all...

That thought made the feeling between her legs intensify, and Max bit her lip, trying to push everything vaguely erotic out of her head.

Ms Hart turned back to her with a frown.

"What is that in your hand, Miss Ennis?" she asked, and Max looked down. Shit. She still held the tissue tightly in her fist.

"Nothing, miss," Max said quickly, reaching out to drop the paper in the bin by the door.

"Stop," Ms Hart said sharply, and Max froze. Slowly, the woman stepped foward and prised the tissue from Max's hand.

Max watched her, unable to do anything, as Ms Hart examined the tissue. Max swallowed nervously. Surely she wouldn't be able to tell what Max had used it for... Not without...

Her breath froze in her throat as Ms Hart brought the tissue up to her face and sniffed it.

Max felt her eyes widen in shock.

"Well, this confirms it," Ms Hart said imply, tossing the tissue into the trash. "Your behaviour this morning, Miss Ennis, has been nothing short of scandalous." Max watched the teacher as she moved behind her desk. Ms Hart placed both her hands on the mahogany top, and looked at Max.

"And such behaviour must be punished."