Yes, but she keeps your clothes.

"Alright Mr. Wheelock, I don't want this to turn into any more of a scene than it already has. You may sit down." Ms. Victoria says, "Get that little thing under control, and try to focus on class."

You breathe a sigh of relief, and go to grab your pants and underwear, but she steps on them. "You can leave those here. You're so proud of that tiny thing, you can show it off until class is over." Dejected, you make your way back to your desk, and sit down. You can't help but notice the women around you crane their necks to get a better view of your little boner. This humiliation causes it to stay erect for most of the class, which nobody fails to notice.

"Alright. I think that's all I have for today. Remember to read chapter 1 and take notes. This isn't high school anymore. You fail, it's on you. I don't give a shit how mad your parents get." She says the last line with a smile, and shares a chuckle with the class. "Oh, and Mr. Wheelock, please stay back. I believe you and I need to have a tiny little chat"

This line gets another chuckle form the students, as they funnel out of the class, leaving you to sit in your desk, head held in shame.

"Well, don't just sit there. Come address me like an adult." she says, leaning back against her desk, causing her skirt to pull tight against her legs, and rise slightly. You stand, thankfully no longer erect. You cover yourself, and walk up to her, unable to meet her gaze. "No." she says "You're so proud of it, uncover yourself."

You drop you hands to the sides, standing there, unable to look into her eyes. "Mr. Wheelock" she says with a stern voice, "I understand that at your age, hormones can be hard to control. You do have to have some level of shame, though. These sort of stunts are beneath you now"

"I didn't do this." you say, almost whispering, gesturing to the naked picture of you she left hanging for the duration of class.

"Maybe not, but you certainly couldn't keep your erection in check, could you? Very naughty behavior." Those last three words said in that voice triggers something in you, and you feel your erection slowly return. She notices immediately, a devious smile coming to her lips. "There you go again. You can't help yourself. It's like you're just a naughty little boy." She chooses her words carefully, noticing that it causes your situation to grow even worse. This is when students for her next class start filtering in, halted immediately by th sight of the naked young man with the embarrassingly small erection.

"Can I g-go now, please?" you ask, trying not to notice the growing group of students laughing at your predicament.

"Yes. You can go, but this better not be a problem again." Saying this, she grabs a ruler from her desk, slapping it against her palm, and then using it to lift your gaze to meet hers. "But I want you to understand that teachers a this school are allowed a certain level of leeway when it comes to punishing students, and if this happens again, I'll be more than happy to see if corporal punishment works on you. In fact, to make sure that it doesn't happen, you will receive mandatory erection checks every class. We can't be too careful. This institution is in charge of molding young minds, and what sort of school would we be if we let one of our male students behave like a common animal."

You want to argue, but you also just want the humiliation to be over, so you stay silent. She tosses your clothes at you. "Now cover up. Nobody wants to see your tiny little worm. Make sure your self control is in order the next time you come to my class."

You run through the crowd of students, frantically trying to pull your underwear on, and then your pants, before running back toward your dorm, just hoping against hope that nobody got pictures.