Finish the striptease

"Did I tell you to stop?" said Mr. Powell, and Cindy shivered at the tone. Slowly she reached behind her to unclasp the lacy bra, sliding it down and dropping it to the floor as the lecherous teacher watched. Stroking his stiffening cock through his pants, he nodded to her panties.

"Now those," he ordered. "Let me see that pretty cunt." The word took Cindy by surprise, and she hesitated. Mr. Powell rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"You really aren't very good at taking directions, are you? No wonder you're failing," he remarked, and Cindy blushed. "I'll have to teach you a special lesson. Bend over with your hands on the desk."

The girl nodded, and did as she was told. She stood with her firm ass held out toward her teacher, who stroked it as he opened the desk drawer next to her. She trembled when she saw him retrieve a large pair of scissors, and gasped as the cold steel touched her skin; in two snips, the girl's panties were severed and the damp fabric removed with a yank.