Jessica

When you reach Jessica's class, you find it empty. It's only when you check the timetable that you realise it's their Gym lesson. So you head towards the basketball court, where sure enough, you find Jessica. You're pleased to see Nami there too, who blushes when she notices you, and awkwardly lingers five feet away, wanting to come and talk to you, but too shy to.

"Jessica!" you call. Then "Nami!"

When both of them are in front of you, one staring at you anxiously, the other radiant, you snap your hands, and deliver them both back to your office. Seated behind your magohony desk, you take a second to admire their trim teen figures. Nami, the Japanese girl from yesterday, is as beautiful as ever. Her tits aren't any bigger, but you're pleased to realise that those young long legs you caressed yesterday are still in fine shape.

Jessica isn't beautiful. She's simply smoking hot, and you can see why she was selected as head cheerleader. The blonde unties her hair as you stare at her, sending her strawberry locks fluttering free, where they dangle to tickle the top of her tits. They're DDs, you estimate, and propped up by the sports bra she's wearing, they're the size of melons and completely ravishing. She's dressed alluringly in green, white, and blue, no doubt one of the many cheerleading outfits of the school team.

And of course, you picked both of them straight out of a basketball game. Both nineteen-year old beauties are hot with exertion, their chests heaving up and down, sending their tits jiggling even as they sit in front of you. Their cheeks are flustered, and sweat clings to every inch of their bodies, matting them in a shiny glaze of sweat.

"Can you guess why you're here?" you ask Jessica.

She glances at Nami, and her face pales. "Y-yes Sir," she says.

"Good," you answer. "Is there anything you would like to say to Nami?"

"I'm sorry," she says.

"Nami, do you think her apology is good enough?"

"No Sir," she says, her tone hard and face suddenly frosty.

"Would you like me to punish her then?" you ask.

"Yes Sir."

You glare at Jessica, who trembles. "Sir," she says, "please."

"Shut up," you say, and she immediately clams.

You glance from one girl to another, thinking about what exactly to do.

"Nami, grab a marker from my whiteboard," you say. "Jessica, take off your clothes."

The hot blonde stands, and strips in front of you. Behind the safety of your desk, you've already pulled your pants down, and as Jessica unclothes herself in front of you, you stroke yourself without her knowing.

The first thing that goes is her top. Grabbing the strap on her left arm, she pulls it across her arm, then follows with the spaghetti strap on the other side. It drops to the ground, and her tits come bouncing out. She hesitates a little, then decides that her shorts are next to go. As she bends down, you sneak a glance down the cleavage of her top, then chide yourself for not watching the shorts slide down her thighs.

Jessica notices you looking at her, and her cheeks flush.

"Go on," you say, and she reluctantly unclasps her bra, which falls to the floor, setting her glorious tits free. Despite their size, they're perky, with large round nipples that you can't wait to suck.

It doesn't take much longer before her panties fall too, and before she can seat back down on the chair and tuck herself into the desk, you make out her pussy lips, which are round and fat, much unlike the rest of her slim, athletic frame.

Buttoning back your pants, you grab the marker from Nami and stand. Then you kneel in front of the naked blonde, and placing the marker tip on her stomach, draw an arrow to her pussy.

"Fat pussy," you write.

Nami smiles. You pass the marker to her, and within a minute she's written "fake boobs" and "thot ass" on Jessica as well. Her face instantly lights up with carthasis, even as Jessica squirms beneath the two of you.

"That's what you're going to get for making fun of other people's bodies," you say. "Now, why don't you get to your feet?"

Jessica motions down to pick up her clothes, but you stop her. "You can go naked."

Her face pales, but the teen complies, and it isn't too long before the three of are back at the basketball court, where Mr Smith's class is still going on. When her classmates notice the naked girl walking in, they stop their basketball game to stare at her.

"Hands above your head," you tell Jessica. "And spread your legs. Let them see every part of you."

She's beyond embarassed now, as the girls gather around and start inspecting her goods. "I always thought they were fake," you hear someone whisper. Jessica hears it too, and she begins to sob.

Then the first camera comes out, and with a flash, Jessica's humiliation is immortalised.

You let her stand there for five minutes, counting time on your stopwatch. And when the time is up, you snap your fingers.

"Let's get back to my office," you say. The two girls follow behind you, one naked and trying to hold back tears.