Yes, because you haven't been paying any attention whatsoever.

You look out to your classmates with a look that begs for pity. "Please" you say, as Ms. Victoria looks on with a surprised grin. "Please guys, let me have my clothes back." After a long silence, you get exactly the reaction you were expecting.

"Take her shirt!" "Strip her!" "Let's see some titties!"

Without even waiting for you to comply, Ms. Victoria grabs your shirt and bra, yanking both up above your head, along with your arms. Stuck there for a minute, there's no way for you to shield your modest breasts and landing strip from the cheering class. She holds your arms above your head for a few extra seconds, before letting you go. Thankful, you go to cover up, but she slaps your tight little ass with her ruler.

"Arms at your sides!" she shouts. You obey, giving everyone a good look at your body. "Good. Now grab a marker, and begin writing on the board for me."

Hesitantly, you turn around, giving everyone a shot of your bare ass. At least you can hide the rest of you, including your blushing face. You do as Ms. Victoria says, all the while plotting your ****. When the class is over, she orders you to stay behind, not letting you have your clothes. You can't help but notice the giggling stares of your classmates as they walk past you, getting one last, up close look.

Once they are gone, Ms. Victoria has a seat on the edge of her desk, crossing her long, thick legs beneath her tight skirt. "Well Ms. Michaels. Have we learned our lesson?"

With your head hung in embarrassment, there is only one answer. "Yes. I'm sorry. You win."

"That's right, I win. I will always win. Do you know why? Because I have the power. If I want, I can strip you naked, make you masturbate in front of the class, and claim I'm doing a lesson on the chemistry of human sexuality. I can do whatever I want, so please, for the sake of whatever dignity you have left, do not cross me again. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

You sigh. "Yes ma'am."

"That's better. You may go now."

You pause in confusion. "Can I have my clothes back first?"

"Did I say you could?" She says with a devilish smile. "I want to make absolutely sure you've learned your lesson, so you can run on back to your dorm without them. It's not like there will be a lot of people who haven't seen you naked after those pictures spread." She chuckles the last sentence, turning callously back to her work.

You consider begging, but you know it would do no good. You eventually make your way out of the classroom, where there are already people to witness your humiliation. You try to ignore their snickering and whistles as you walk past them and out onto the quad. You instantly draw the attention of everyone outside, which just makes you more resolved to get your ****. There's just one question...