A stern talking to

Finishing up her second class of the day, Ms. Lia drops into her office chair and closes her eyes. This period had been just as bad as the first one, leaving her tits defaced and her nipples sore. On one occasion she had attempted to chew out a student for his gawking, and was punished for her attempts to skirt around the word “breasts”. It was awkward calling them her “melons” to the class, but hid her embarrassment behind a frown, pausing a moment to build up more confidence. Having apparently waited too long, her hand gave her a firm spank on the ass and sent the flash of a fearful look on her face. She quickly put her game-face back on and continued the class without major interruption, although

Standing up from her seat, she closes the door to her room behind the last student, dropping off the marker in tray. Not willing to see the world, she crouches in front of her desk and pulls out an emergency food supply so she can start having lunch. She reaches in and pulls out some trail mix along with a thick granola bar, which she unwraps and takes a bite out of. As she chews the bar, she reaches her hand for the bag of trail mix and freezes when the rest of the granola bar goes into her tits, leaving tiny crumbles all over her cleavage.

She pulls her hands away from the trail mix and stares down at herself. Swallowing the bite she had taken, she reaches for the bar. Thinking back to this morning, she was only allowed to remove the smoothie bottle to take a drink from it. This made her hopeful that the granola bar wasn’t just stuck there. As she attempts to reach for the bar, her hands grab each breasts from the side and lift them towards her chin along with the granola bar. Turning red, she attempts to release her chest but her hands refuse to move. In a last resort, she bends her mouth down and bites on the granola bar. Inching it out of her cleavage with her mouth, it pops free and her hands fly away to either side, letting her tits bounce back into place in front of her. With an inch of the granola bar poking through her lips, she brings her hands to her mouth and begins chewing. More crumbs falling onto her chest, she manages to consume the mouthful, leaving behind a large mess across the skin on display.

Reaching her hand between her breasts, she begins brushing the crumbs out onto the floor. A few had found their way under her bra as her chest shifted, but she didn’t dare mess with that right now lest she bares her tits again. With her cleavage cleaned out, she grabs the bag of trail mix and scoops a handful into her mouth. No sooner than her first chew, she groaned through her full mouth as the bag was nestled in her valley. With a resigned look on her face, she gives up the and leans back in her chair, resting her head against the back rest. With a sigh, she pulls out her phone and starts browsing twitter while scooping her snack out from between her tits.

Knock, knock. “You in here Ms. Lia?” A man’s voice sounds through the door, and Ms. Lia chokes on her food as she startles upright in her chair.

Oh shit. FUCK! How do I play this off? I need to hide, I can’t let my boss see me, I’ll die of embarrassment. Please, just go away, I’m on lunch this is supposed to be my quiet time you bastard. Just go away and for the love of God don’t stare at my breasts.

“Uh…….can you give me a minute? I’m busy right now!” She hesitated to respond back, feeling like a guilty child caught by mommy. She reaches for the bag of trail mix in her tits, but her hands only rest on either side framing the cleavage she’s displaying. Heartbroken, the door cracks open and she makes a last ditch effort to hide her humiliating display with her purse, but only ends up holding it in front of her stomach. As the superintendent steps into the room, he goes wide-eyed at the huge display of tits along with the snack food neatly nested between.

“…Mr. Dent! You caught me at a bad time!” Ms. Lia stammers as her superior stares unbelieving at the display before him. Mr. Dent had known her as a modest, tough, no-nonsense teacher, always presenting a professional image. Here she was, beet-red face with her tits out at attention and just the slightest hints of her nipples peeking out. He had to admit seeing this was a turn on, but he pushed those thoughts away and focused on what he came here for.

“..Ms. Lia. Come to my office immediately. We need to talk about your conduct.” He delivered his message with a straight face and dipped from the room. The situation was very uncomfortable, and he knew that she noticed his staring even if she was afraid to call him out for it. His dick nudged awake from that encounter, he marched on down to his office.

The involuntary exhibitionist feels total and utter shame. About to die of embarrassment, she crosses her arms on her desk and buries her face, feeling the cool desk on her chest as it flattens on the surface and a small amount of trail mix rolling from the bag. After hiding for a minute, she’s startled out of her thoughts as her legs bring her up out of the chair. Turning to the door, a wide hip-swaying strut carries her towards away, a subtle bounce felt in her chest with each step. Mortified as her legs carry her against her will, she manages to pull the trail mix out of her tit and leave it on the tray under the whiteboard. Carrying their helpless host, her legs saunter down the hall to deliver her to the superintendent’s office.

Reaching the superintendent’s door, her legs park her right in front. With a moment’s hesitation, spurred on by a tug a pat on her ass, Ms. Lia works up the courage to knock, and is quickly welcomed inside. Taking a step she is relieved to feel her legs back under her control, and seats herself across from her boss, who wastes no time getting down to business.

“So Ms. Lia, it’s not secret that you’ve adopted a more, loose style of clothing these last few days.” He stares her in the eyes, partially to try to intimidate her and also, Ms. Lia guesses, to keep his gaze from wandering.

“Yes Mr. Dent. I’m also sure you’re aware that our school doesn’t police how women can express themselves.” The school has never had a dress code, and only on rare occasions have teachers spoken to students about inappropriate outfits, and never to other teachers.

“That’s true, but we also expect our teachers to present a professional image. Now, your state of dress alone would not be an issue were it not for these photos that were brought to my attention earlier.” With this, her boss hands her his phone, and with unsteady hands she accepts it. She sees herself leaning forwards, her tits dangling below her, as she looks at the class in the middle of a sentence. The pose put herself completely on display and was something a few of her students had jerked off to.

“God, I can’t believe my students. I can’t teach a single class without catching their gaze on me.” Blushing over the reminder of her actions, she attempts to pass herself off as the victim of lecherous students.

“I understand that Ms. Lia. Your students have lots of hormones racing through them. It comes with the job. But I’ve seen multiple reports of your behavior and it certainly doesn’t seem like an isolated….Ms. Lia! What the hell are you doing!”

Focused on her boss, Ms. Lia’s eyes pop out as she looks down at herself and notices to her horror what she had done with the superintendent’s phone. Poking out from between her globes, the teacher screams and quickly pulls the phone out and tosses it across the desk. Skidding across the desk, it falls to the ground with a hard thud, as her boss looks at her furious. Knowing she’s in hot water, Ms. Lia goes to apologize but is cut off.

“I want you to listen right now and get out of my sight. There’s been rumors about your conduct lately. People have claimed you’re flaunting yourself all class, using your body to reward your students. Whatever, I thought they were ridiculous. All this crap you’re doing right now though, you need to drop it before this gets any more attention. Find some better way to vent whatever you’re feeling besides selling yourself to some teenagers. Now, I’m putting you on hall monitor duties during your breaks for the next week. If you want that time back I’ll expect you to tighten up your act.”

Finishing his lecture, Mr. Dent gestures to the door, and unable to say anything Ms. Lia walks out trying to keep her head high. She heads down the hallway on the way to her room so she can rest in peace for the next hour, but finds herself heading down the wrong path. Realizing what’s wrong, she groans as her legs swing her ass side to side, carrying her around the school’s halls. Soon lunch will end, and instead of being safely hidden in her room for only a select amount of student’s to ogle her, she’ll be paraded around for all to see in her indecent dress. For now, she attempts to relax and calm herself down, letting her feet carry her on the patrol around the school as her attention drifts away.