Ms. Graves humiliates you and the girls are ecstatic

Your hands dart to your privates, fumbling with your dick for a moment before managing to cover yourself. Your face burns with shame as you take in your surroundings. Being naked with Ms. Ophelia, and even in the hall with Ms. Graves was bad enough, but the sheer number of eyes on you now is overwhelming. You feel hyper-aware of everything around you, hearing all sorts of comments from the girls.

“Ooo, he’s cute.”

“I didn’t think it was true…”

“He’s so hard! Does he even realize how much he’s leaking?”

“Which one of us do you think got him all worked up like that?”

“Well it was already hard when he walked in. Maybe Ms. Graves turned him on?”

A cacophony of whispers and giggles fills your ears. You see some girls winking at you, some just look shocked, and others just keep staring at your hands as if they wish they could see straight through them at your cock.

“That’s enough, ladies. We’ve lost enough time as it is due to our new student’s tardiness.” Ms. Graves says, and for the most part the girls settle down. Clearly she has good control of her class, even if the girls continue to devour your form with their eyes. “Mr. McCoy, since you’re late you must be under the impression you’re too smart for this class. If that’s the case why don’t you do us all a favor and solve the problem on the board?”

You turn and look at the board behind you, and as you do you hear a loud wolf whistle from behind. You hear the whispering start up again.

“Anybody else got a craving for cake?”

You move your hands behind you to cover your butt as the girls all start to giggle again. Ms. Graves silences the class once more before addressing you again.

“The problem, Mr. McCoy.” She says.

You walk to the board and pick up a marker, doing your best to ignore that your one free hand is basically doing nothing to shield your posterior. You look at the problem and feel lost. You’ve never even seen some of the symbols in this math equation before.

“I… um…”

Turn and face the class if you're going to speak, young man.” Ms. Graves says. You turn, not making the same mistake twice as you move your hands to cover your genitals. A few girls snicker at the marker sticking straight out from your hands like a pretend penis.

“I…”

“I know our esteemed chancellor discussed the rules with you, sir. You’re addressing both the class and myself, so I expect you to stand up straight and keep your hands by your side.” Ms. Graves says. It feels like the entire class is holding their breath.

You stand still once again. Even though everyone already got a full view of your hardened cock, at least it was an accident. But this is on purpose, and all the girls are already well prepared to memorize every inch of your fully-aroused manhood.

“It’s this or I can send you back to the chancellor’s office. I’m sure she’ll be delighted to hear of your disrespect of the rules, and within the first ten minutes of you being a proper student here.” Ms. Graves states.