Sit back and watcher Stacey squirm for a bit...

You decide to sit back and watch Stacey squirm for a while before continuing with your plans to avenge the torment of your youngest sister. The Senior sits there in obvious discomfort with the taste of your love sauce on her lips and the feeling of it oozing down her tits and belly but unable to fight your previous command instructing her to stay seated until the end of class.

As Mr Brook continues to drone on about the political inequities of the Middle Ages you can see that the front of Stacey’s uniform has begun to look quite wet as your spunk slowly soaks into it and the smell is becoming quite evident too, and you’re not the only one that has noticed.

“Ewww, something smells funny in here!” one of the female students openly complains from Stacey’s side of the classroom. You watch Stacey’s face turn deep scarlet as more students raise their voices in complaint. The other girls in her group shoot glances at Stacey but keep their mouths shut, it would seem that they have worked out where the smell is coming from but don’t want to confront their precious leader over it. Finally Mr Brook can’t take the interruptions anymore.

“Everyone Shut Up!” He bursts out furiously “I don’t expect much from my classes but a little consideration for others and personal hygiene isn’t too much to ask!”

You almost burst out laughing as Stacey’s face turns from red to white in fear that she would be ‘sniffed out’.

“Whoever is the source of that… smell,” Mr Brook continues “needs to leave immediately and do something about it!”

Everyone’s heads turn seeking the source of the pungency, it doesn’t take long for them to narrow it down to Stacey and she looks like she desperately wants to flee the room but still cannot. Mr Brook storms up the aisle and glares at her.

“I don’t know what that mess down your front is…” he utters stormily from between clenched teeth, “But you need to leave my class now and clean yourself up! Damn it girl, how old are you? Can’t you deal with a mess like that without being told to?”

‘You can go now Stacey’ you think to her shaking with silent laughter.

Though she can’t hear your commands Stacey obviously feels the compulsion to keep her seat leave her because she launches herself from her chair as though shot from a sling, and bolts down the aisle for the door. As a final indignation you have her trip herself up in her haste, sending her reeling to the floor. Her skirt flies up and she lays there for a second stunned while the whole class has a great view of her young firm ass and tiny red g-string.

A panicked cry escapes her lips as she gains her feet again and soon she is gone. You sit back satisfied with the way the whole situation went… for a warm up.