Yes, but it's too late

Michael swallows nervously as he slowly regains his senses. He can feel the cumstain on his pants slowly cooling, and the students around him are pointing and laughing. He gets slowly to his feet, blushing awkwardly. "I-I'm sorry, Ms. Fletcher," he stammers slowly, looking hopefully at her, but she just shakes her head. "Oh no. You had your chance to be polite. Now you're going to have to learn to respect women the hard way. You wanted to ogle my chest so badly? Well then go for it," she orders, bending over to let him stare at her creamy mounds down her low-cut blouse.

As she says that, she dials Michael's arousal as high up as it can go. According to the manual, that should make it impossible for him to keep from masturbating at the slightest provocation. Sure enough, Michael can't tear his gaze away from his teacher's tits, and the insistent throbbing in his cock is too much to resist. He can't help but reach down and undo his fly, pulling out a stiff shaft that's already dripping precum from the tip. He wraps his fingers around it and starts humping his hand right there in the middle of class. Even his cheerleader girlfriend is laughing now, while he grunts and goons, precum spattering onto the floor in front of him. "Ugh, Michael! Stop being such a pervert! We're so through."

Jenna laughs, looking at other options on the screen. "I bet you'll be having a lot of trouble getting a date after this. I'll tell you what, Mikey. All your disobedience is going to cost you, but you can choose your punishment. I'll either shrink your dick down to a little two-inch nub and you can go back to your seat and resume class, or I'll leave you with four whole inches, but you've got to get on your knees beneath my desk and lick my pussy for the rest of class."