Spotted!

"Miss Ennis!"

The outraged voice through the open window brought her to attention with a jerk against her clit that sent a shiver through her.

She hadn't realised how much Kevin had slowed down on approaching the school gates. Hadn't realised how visible her actions might have been from outside the car. Hadn't realised that Ms Hart, the Assistant Head, had chosen that moment to draw up beside them on her bicycle.

She looked across at Kevin. He looked confused as he turned into the parking lot. Clearly he had no idea what that was about.

Max felt her heart thumping in her chest as they parked up and she climbed out the car, roughly pulling her skirt back to regulation length.

Please let Ms Hart be too busy to chase this up, she prayed to herself. Then cursed as she saw the woman making her way across to them from the bike shed.

"Ms Hart," Kevin said, offering her a nervous smile, but the teacher brushed off his greeting.

"Miss Ennis," the woman said sternly, "You will accompany me to my office right away." Max panicked.

"But, miss," she spluttered, "what about tutorial? And I have Maths first..." Her Maths teacher was not someone she wanted to annoy... But then neither was Ms Hart.

"Mr Patterson here will make your apologies to your tutor," Ms Hart told them, and Kevin nodded mutely, the relief evident on his face as he turned away and Max thanked whichever gods were out there that Ms Hart had not told Kevin to make the reason for her disciplinary meeting known. Their tutor still seemed to labour under the impression that Max Ennis was an innocent flower. She had always tried to behave herself in their brief moments together.

The Assistant Head, turned on her heel and began striding towards the main building, clearly expecting Max to follow her. For a moment, Max considered making a run for it. But no, it would be better for her if she just did as much as possible to make this situation go away. She vowed to be more careful in future. Less wanton. Less fucking horny.

As she followed Ms Hart, her soaked underwear acted as a fierce reminder of what she was being reprimanded for. Her pussy juices made her thighs slick as she walked, and she desperately hoped nothing would drip further down her legs.

"Ms Hart," Max called, as they approached the main entrance. "May I go to the bathroom before..." The teacher stopped in the doorway to the school and turned to look at her.

"No, Miss Ennis, you may not. You shall proceed straight to my office and wait for me there." Ms Hart held the door open for her, and Max, her cheeks flaming up, walked past her and turned down the corridor to her office.

She looked over her shoulder to see Ms Hart talking to the Headmaster, and Max quickened her step. She had some tissues in her bag, she could at least clean herself before the teacher came back.

She closed the office door behind her, and started to dig in her bag. Finding a packet of tissues, Max pulled one out and started to remove any trace of masturbation from between her legs.

She shivered though, as her fingers brushed her clit.

"Shit." She was still so sensitive.