Next chemistry class.

For forty-eight ours you sit and stew. Allowing your humiliation to turn to anger, and planning. Early that morning, you take one of the old school sled desks with the connected chair from a smaller classroom, and drag it to Ms. Victoria's class. You set it up facing the rest of the stadium style seats, making sure everything is perfect. Once it's all set up, you have a seat in the desk, and wait as the class begins to filter in. They give you some confused looks, but nobody says anything until Ms. Victoria walks in. She glares at you, making her way across the room.

"Ms. Michaels, I do not have time for your games. I trust you don't want to put on a repeat performance. Please take your seat."

Your heart beats hard in your chest, but you take a deep breath. "Make me."

The class goes silent, as does Ms. Victoria. She is, of course, the first to break the silence, "What did you say to me, you insolent little punk?!" She lunges for you, and this is when you spring into action. You jump out of the chair, and grab her wrist, pulling her forward over the front of the desk. With your other hand, you pull one of the sets of handcuffs from your back pocket, and use it to secure her right hand to one of the bars on the chair.

Before she can react, you grab the other set of handcuffs and secure her left arm to another bar, leaving her bend over the desk, her round backside facing the class, barely concealed by the tight green skirt that now rides up just above the top of her black, thigh high stockings. She tries to pull herself free, but to no avail. You take a slow victory walk around her helpless body, as the class gives you two their silent attention.

"Let me go!" she shouts, haphazardly kicking her high heels off as she does so. "You're going to regret every second of this. Be smart."

"I think," you say, a sly grin curling your lip upward, "We should leave it up to your students..." The discomfort this clearly causes her widens your smile, as you give her shapely ass a smack. "What do you say, folks? Should I let her go?" The answer comes immediately and unanimously. "Well there you have it. I think you're going to stay right there. At least until we find out some more about our dear chemistry teacher. What do you say, class? Who wants to see what kind of panties Ms. Victoria wore today?!"

The class cheers loudly, and you attempt to grab the hem of her skirt, but she kicks at you.

"Well well, seems like we have a lively one. No matter." You grab both of her stockings, and slide them down off her long, pale legs, leaving them completely bare. You then use the stockings to ties each of her legs to a separate bar. This not only leaves her unable to move, but spread her legs apart, causing her skirt to ride up even more, revealing the very bottom cleft of her backside.

"There we go!" You say with a smile. "Nice and secure!" Slowly, you run one of your hands up the back of her right leg, and grab the zipper that runs all the way down the back of her skirt. You pull it down, and and the end it pops off completely. The class erupts in laughter when they see Ms. Victoria's big, round ass barely clad in a tiny pair of white panties with red and purple hearts on them.

"Oh how cute!" you say. "And you called MY panties cliche."