Time to start work

You came just in time to see the climax of her self-induced orgasm. As her fingers piston frantically in and out of her gash she continues her imagined verbal **** from the teacher she has somehow displeased and then her head jerks back and her mouth opens in a silent scream. It takes nearly twenty seconds for her orgasm to work through her slender frame, all the while the only sound she makes are tiny inarticulate moans.

Finally the girl sags back on the desk, purring softly as her fingers gently stroke her folds, savoring the last spasms of her orgasm. You wait a little, hoping to make what will be an awkward situation as easy as possible. In spite of the seriousness of the situation, you find it impossible not to smile at the look of blissful satiation on the pretty young woman's face.

Knocking gently on the door, you push it the rest of the way open and step into plain sight. The girl's eyes snap open as she sits up, her face frantic with alarm.

"Oh My God! What the fuck! Who are you! Oh my God!" she blurts out in a panic as she reaches down to start tugging up her leggings.

"Get dressed young lady," you say calmly. "My name is Mr. Hawkfeather, I'm the new Dean of students." The pretty blonde's eyes widen in dismay when she realizes how much trouble she's in.

"Oh My God....I've go to go....I'm....Oh my God!" her pretty young face is scarlet with embarrassment as she hurriedly straightens her clothing and starts to head towards the door, then stops as she realizes that means approaching you.

"I'm afraid not Miss .....?" You pause waiting for her to provide her name, but the poor girl is too flustered to pick up on the invitation. "I'm afraid I have to escort you to Ms. Naylor."

"I was just... oh my god I was just straightening my clothes....oh my god......"

"What's your name, Honey?" Your low voice and calm manner breaks the growing panic. She hangs her head and you see tears starting to glisten in her eyes.

"Tamara...Tamara Longmire. Please sir, I'm sorry. I know it was wrong. Please don't tell Headmistress Naylor. Please Mr. Hawkfeather."

She looks up at you with pleading eyes full of tears, her chin wobbling as she struggles for control.