Yes.

I listen to the crowds of students making their way to their next class.

I nervously raise my hand and wait till Miss Maynard acknowledges me.

"Yes Jane?" Miss Maynard asked me.

"Please miss. Can I be excused to go to the restroom?"

"No you may not. You know full well my policy on leaving class during lessons." Miss Maynard answered angrily.

"Oh please miss. I'm ****!" I pleaded.

"No I said. Now be quiet, or I'll make you sit up here at my desk infront of the whole class!" Miss Maynard states warningly.

Sobbing quietly I resolve to hold out till the end of the class without humiliating myself.

None of the students in the class are focused on their work. I am squirming and bouncing around in my seat, squeezing my legs together, frequently with both hands pressed against my pussy.

The other students are all observing me, to see if I can last to the end of class.

Even Miss Maynard seems to be watching me struggling not to pee myself. Her interest in me means that she isn't acting to make the other students focus on their work instead of me.