There may be hope yet.

He took his seat, humiliated beyond compare, and put his head down on the
desk, wrapped in his arms and sat like that until class ended. At least he didn't have to do the presentation. Oh, fuck the presentation, there was nothing worse than popping a boner in front of the entire class. As everyone filed out, Miss Abernathy approached him.

"Mr. Anderton, I believe we have a few things to discuss. First, I would like to inquire
as to whether you have any medical conditions."

"No, Miss Abernathy."

"All right, then your constant bulge is due to your own lack of self-control, not perhaps some rare form of priapism."

"What? How...?"

"Yes, I have noticed that you often walk out of my classroom with an erection, since you are always the last one out. You often do a good job of hiding your arousal rather than containing it, but sometimes it is just very obvious. You also have a habit of staring at me in a rather lewd manner."

"But we're supposed to focus on the teacher."

"Yes, but your focus should be kept above chest level. Look, what happened in my classroom today is usually met with severe punishment. I know many of my female colleagues would file a sexual harrassment suit to deal with this sort of behavior --"

"Please! Miss Abernathy!"

"Please do not interrupt me again! As I was saying, this transgression may easily be met with a lawsuit, but I know you are a young man with raging hormones who probably can't stop thinking about sex. I realize I am an attractive woman, but you must concentrate on the course, you must have some mental fortitude, Mr. Anderton. That being said, I will not punish you in any way."

"Thank you, thank you so much Miss Abernathy."

She peered at him over her black-rimmed glasses: "However...however, I would also like to discuss your grades in this class. It is still early on in the semester, but they are nothing more than completely disgusting. You are fast on track for receiving the worst grade I have ever recorded in this class. I do not want you to leave your academic duties unfilfilled in your senior year nor do I want to look like someone who does not hold her students to some standards. So, I think I have designed the perfect solution to our little problem. You obviously do not care about the coursework and a failing grade will not change that, so I will have to make you care. Let me preface my plan clearly: In my private life, I am what you would call a bit of an exhibitionist. I derive great pleasure from making other people...aroused."

Greg had no idea where she was going with this, but his hard-on returned instantaneously.

"Now, it was inevitable that my little fetish would carry over into my profession, though I believed I could keep it at bay. Alas, no, it was simply too tempting in such an environment. Before I moved here and began teaching at this school, I had my first encounter with this little problem at my old school. As the year dragged on, I realized how much the boys would stare at me, lust in their eyes. This began to awaken my fetish. Initially, I did not mean to arouse them, but when I realized what was happening, it in turn aroused me and started this cycle. I began
to dress slightly more provacatively...subtle changes that made me look sexier yet still entirely professional. Now, I never wore anything terribly revealing because I still wished to keep my fetish somewhat secret yet still revel in it publicly, and to keep my job of course. I knew I would still arouse all the boys even dressed somewhat conservatively. I enjoyed it so much, knowing their little cocks were throbbing under those desks for me."

The exact same thing applied to Greg's cock, which ached and strained inside his pants.

"Now, I know you are the same way. Do you find me especially attractive?"

Crap, how to answer, how to answer...could this question be some sort of set-up? Well, she already knew he was a horny bastard anyway, so might as well answer honestly.

"Yes, Miss Abernathy."

"Good. So, here is my plan. I think you will find it satisfies both your needs and mine. Since you cannot focus on the coursework because of me, I will use the problem, my physical attractiveness, as the solution. There are six tests left in the course, and I expect you to study dilligently for them, because, if you attain a grade of 90 or above on the first test, you will get to see me sans blouse. This process will repeat itself for each test: you study dilligently, score a 90 or more, and your reward will be to see me with one less article of clothing. Oh, and if you score over 90 on the final, you will be rewarded in an especially pleasing manner."

Greg's cock was the hardest it had ever been.