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Chapter 4 by Robert West Robert West

Do you punish him more?

Teach him a lesson he'll never forget

You let the pointer rest on the crotch of his sweatpants, the sensation of which seems to cause him great anxiety, and keeps his obvious erection sticking out. "I know that some of you have urges you can't control, but you simply must learn to behave like civilized adults, instead of playing with your little erections anywhere you see fit." during the whole speech, you bounce the metal pointer up and down on top of his erection, causing him to squirm. He must not be very far at all. You see the young man close his eyes tight in a mixture of arousal and humiliation.

"Now... apologize." You say, giving his erection another light whack.

"W-what?"

"Apologize to the women in this class for stroking that thing in the middle of class."

He hesitates, but sees no other way, looking like he's desperately trying not to cum each time your pointer slaps against his bulge. "I'm sorry for stroking myself in class. I won't do it again. I promise."

"That's right you won't." you say, as you move the pointer around against the spot where the head of his cock pushes against the front of his pants. "Because the next time I catch you doing that in my class, I'll bring you up here so you can drop your pants and do it for all of us. If you're going to act like an animal, we should at least get some entertainment out of it."

You give him one last whack, and the combination of that sensation mixed with the humiliation must be what sends him over the edge, because you, and the rest of the class, notice a large wet spot suddenly develop on the front of his pants, as he seems overcome with a sense of relief, immediately followed by great shame and embarrassment. His bulge immediately shrinks, as the class laughs and shrieks, some even taking pictures. You smile at the young man.

"I guess someone enjoyed class a bit too much. Now that that's taken care of, and rather quickly I might add, go back to your desk so I can finish my lesson."

Achieving sexual release in front of his class mates must've silenced him entirely, because he doesn't argue. He sits back down, as the women around him laugh and move their desks away from his.

You continue class, but your mind isn't really there anymore. You are suddenly thankful that women show no outward signs of arousal. By the end of class, you've logged it into your brain bank, and continued successfully. Most of the class leaves, and you sit down to get some work done, as a student approaches your desk.

Who is it?

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