Stare a bit longer

You can't help it... knowing that Miss Locke can see how aroused you are from staring at her turns you on even further.

After turning and taking a couple steps towards the door, you can't help turning your head try to sneak another peak at her cleavage.

Miss Locke is still looking right at you however, and you feel a burst of humiliation and arousal as you're caught red-handed trying to ogle her tits immediately after being told off for doing just that.

Your face reddens, and you open your mouth to stammer an excuse that doesn't exist. Miss Locke's eyebrows rise, and your humiliation builds each moment that the silence stretches.

Just as you're about to bolt to escape your embarrassment, Miss Locke breaks the silence. "Very well, young man. Back to your seat."

You gape for a moment once her words sink in. "W-what? But you said I could go!" You spin to face her.

Miss Locke raises her eyebrows again, and informs you in her sultry voice, "I told you thatyou could leave 'immediately'. You chose to stand around staring at my chest instead...you've missed your chance."

Her eyes drop down pointedly to your groin, sending a thrill of humiliation through you as you realize the tent in your pants is clearly visible.

"...And since detention alone doesn't seem to be enough to rehabilitate you, I'll have to think up another punishment for you while you're here..."

Miss Locke's reprimand is harsh, but you can see a small smirk on her lips as she gestures you to go back to your seat to await your punishment.