Putting a pen to work

The end of the school day came… and went. Stacy sent a text to the boys, explaining, and dragged herself off back towards the Math block. It hurt her to think of those two young studs, waiting impatiently in their secret sanctuary, so used to their after school delights. But then it also excited her a little to think of how much more eager that might make them. How stiff and straining those flagpoles that awaited her might be.

The trial that lay between had not been out of her mind either, all afternoon. She couldn’t help remembering that conversation she had accidentally eavesdropped upon, while full of Mark and trapped in the boy’s bathrooms. She had been sure it was Mr Chambers’ voice, squeaking with excitement as he let his colleague lead him into dark thoughts about his students. ‘A few solo detentions, a few private tutor sessions…’ that was what was said, wasn’t it? And now here she was… on the way to just such a detention…

The schoolgirl didn’t quite know what to think about that. She hated Mr. Chambers. She was creeped out and disgusted by the very idea of him trying to take advantage of her. But… at the same time… That itch… The grimy excitement of being fucked in a toilet, sucking her friends off in front of a tramp, that very first time Mark had appeared above her with uncontrollable lust in his eyes and cum without askance, all over her burning skin… Stacy was beginning to understand that parts of her wanted things that other parts of her didn’t. And it was becoming difficult to tell which parts were in control. She wasn’t about to let some dirty old pervert have everything he wanted from her… but if she could win a few rewards of her own…

The door to the classroom beckoned. She knocked and went in. Mr. Chambers was, as suspected, the only soul present. He sat in his chair next to the whiteboard, grinning fiendishly.

“So nice of you to join me, Miss Lee. I was beginning to worry you’d fallen asleep again…”

Stacy just shrugged, dropping her bag down and walking over to his desk without a hint of apprehension. The teacher scowled, clearly he’d wanted a rise.

“Well now that you’re here… I would like you to go over what you can remember of today’s lesson on the board behind me. Let’s see how far you got before you dozed off shall we?”

He held out a pen, which Stacy took without a word. It would seem her suspicions weren’t off the mark: she could see the real point in this exercise. To write on the board she would have to stray very close to where the stern, thin man was sitting… and presumably stretch herself into all manner of positions in order to fit an entire lessons worth of notes onto the space. She became suddenly very aware of the comments Mr. Chambers had made about her uniform… and of the fact that she may even have subconsciously rolled her skirt up yet another inch higher on the way over here. Was she really such an exhibitionist?! Did she WANT to feel this creep’s eyes crawling over every offered inch of her?! Even as she asked herself those questions she knew the answers: She started her task right next to him, stretching up on tiptoe to reach the top left-most corner. Her shortened skirt rode up and she could almost imagine how much of her round little ass was being revealed, her white cotton panties not quite covering those cheeks. Was he watching intently? Was he lacing those spindly fingers of his together? Fighting the urge to reach out and grasp at it; like a ripe, tender peach, ready to be plucked. Stacy began writing, but her thoughts were behind her, trying to squirm into his head through those sunken, beady eyes.