Teacher demonstrates

Your heart pounds as you walk slowly to the front of the room, every step dragging you closer to the abyss of humiliation waiting for you. The air feels thick, heavy with the girls’ anticipation, their eyes tracking your every move. You can almost hear Ruby’s smirk, Sara’s giggles; even Madison’s sharp inhale feels loud in your ears.

Ms. Fox takes a step back, her heels clicking sharply against the tile as you finally reach the front of the classroom. She doesn’t rush. No, she’s savoring the moment, letting the tension stretch taut and thin before speaking. Her sharp gaze flickers over you, from the muscles in your shoulders down to the very thing that makes your humiliation complete: the hard, twitching cock now fully exposed to them all.

Her smirk deepens, slow and deliberate, as if your arousal is exactly what she expected—and wanted.

“Well,” she starts, her voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous. “It’s so refreshing when one’s hypothesis is proven correct so early into an experiment. I mean, just look at you, John.” With an air of casual authority, she gestures toward your stiff cock with her ruler, the polished edge glinting in the fluorescent light like it’s a weapon. “Standing at full attention already, and I haven’t even begun. Is it the nerves? The anticipation? Or is it just being up here, exposed, that has you so utterly... engaged?”

The room erupts into quiet, muffled giggles. Ruby leans forward, her chin resting in her palm. “Oh, I think it’s all of the above,” she drawls, her voice dripping with smug amusement.

Sara pipes up, swinging her legs off the edge of her desk. “Yeah, he’s definitely enjoying this. Look at him. Throbbing.” She lets out a delighted laugh, and you feel your face flush hotter, your hands clenching into useless fists at your sides.

Ms. Fox takes a step closer, her smirk widening as she watches the heat crawl up your neck. “Girls, please,” she chides lightly, though her tone carries no real reprimand; it’s more like amusement at your expense. “Let’s stay focused. This is, after all, an educational experience—for all of us.”

Her attention snaps back to you, and for a brief, agonizing moment, the room fades into silence. She’s so close now, the faint scent of her perfume teasing your nose—a subtle mix of something sharp and floral that somehow makes her presence feel even more suffocating. Slowly, deliberately, she lifts the ruler and taps it against the underside of your cock, the cool edge tracing the length of you in a way that makes your stomach flip and your pulse jackknife.

“Exquisite,” she murmurs, almost to herself, before turning her attention back to the class. “Now, let me explain why this—” she gives your cock a pointed little nudge with the ruler, making you flinch—“is so deeply satisfying for me.”

Her gaze flicks to the girls, her smirk sharp as a blade. “There are two things in this world I find utterly irresistible. First, hot, cocky men. You all know the type, don’t you? Brimming with senior-year arrogance, thinking they can glide through life with minimal effort because a smile and a wink get them everywhere they want to go.” She turns back to you, her expression softening into something dangerously close to adoration—but it’s the kind of affection that cuts.

“But do you know what’s even more irresistible than a cocky man?” she asks, her smirk widening as she steps even closer, the ruler now tracing a devastatingly slow path down your stomach. “Putting one in his place.”

The ruler is gone, tucked into the back of her tight pencil skirt, her hand replacing it with a soft, deliberate stroke along the base of your shaft. You gasp involuntarily, your body jerking under her touch, but there’s no escape from her hand or her words. “And oh,” she breathes, her voice like silk, her free hand rising to cup your jaw, tilting your face slightly toward hers. “It’s even better when he’s got such a... great cock.” Her eyes flick down briefly, her meaning unmistakable, before she looks back up and whispers, “It really is fun to play with.”

The room goes silent save for a soft, sharp intake of breath—probably Madison—and the faintest creak of Sage’s chair as she leans back to watch.

Ruby lets out a sharp whistle. “Damn, Ms. Fox,” she says, her voice practically dripping with glee. “Didn’t think you’d get hands on.”

“Oh, hush, Ruby,” Ms. Fox replies smoothly, her tone laced with faux chastisement as she gives your cock an almost imperceptible squeeze, making you bite back a groan. “This is purely educational.”

Ms. Fox doesn’t pause. “When I got that email from the dean, asking me to adjust my female-only class to accommodate you, you can imagine I wasn’t pleased.” Her hand dips lower, her fingers brushing your balls with uncompromising precision, light but unbearably deliberate. “They said, ‘Think of the poor boy’s future.’ Reluctantly, I did. I’m an educator, after all - and not without a heart.”

Ruby bursts out laughing, and Sara slaps her desk, giggling. “Oh yeah, poor John. So tragic.” You hear them, but you can’t focus—Ms. Fox’s hand is still there, playing lazily at the base of your shaft, her nails grazing the tender skin in a way that makes your knees threaten to buckle.

“But then you arrived,” she continues, her voice like honey laced with venom. “Senioritis in full swing. Distracting my brightest students with your lazy arrogance, your cocky little smirks, acting as though this class was beneath you. And to make matters worse, you distracted me.”

Her hand tightens just slightly, her nails digging in enough to make you gasp. She leans forward again, her lips curving into a slow, wicked smile. “Oh yes, John. Even I couldn’t help but notice you. But then... oh, then you went too far, didn’t you?”

The memory of her words hits like a slap. Cheating. The incident that led to all of this. You feel the shame rise in your chest even as her hand strokes you again, slowly, maddeningly. Just then Ms. Fox wraps her hand around your head, stroking hard and fast, overstimulating your already very stimulated cock.

“We gave you this chance to save your future, and you threw it away like it meant nothing. Lazy, cocky, entitled.” Her grip on your cock tightens slightly, drawing a soft gasp from you that only makes the girls laugh harder. “Oh, John. I’ve been waiting for this moment since the day you walked into my classroom.”

Her hand stops suddenly, leaving you aching, trembling, exposed. She steps back slightly, surveying you with that piercing gaze, her smirk widening.

“I should’ve let you fail,” she says, almost wistfully, as though disappointed in her own mercy. “But no, I’m nothing if not an educator. I saw a chance—an opportunity, if you will—to make this a teaching moment. Not only for you, but for these young women here.” Her hand circles gently over your balls now, her touch almost soothing, and her voice softens into something that feels like mockery disguised as kindness. “And I have to admit...” Her eyes flick back up to yours, and the heat in them is unmistakable. “I’m thoroughly enjoying myself.”

Ruby lets out a sharp whistle. “Damn, Ms. Fox, save some for us!”

“Oh, don’t worry, Ruby,” Ms. Fox replies smoothly, her hand sliding back up your shaft as her thumb grazes the sensitive tip, drawing a tortured sound from your throat. “There’ll be plenty for everyone to enjoy. But for now...” She tilts her head at you, her eyes glinting. “Let’s make sure John understands just how much we value his... participation.”

You’re trembling now, your body betraying you completely as her hand continues its slow, deliberate ****. You can barely meet her gaze, but when you do, the amusement and heat in her eyes make your stomach flip all over again.

“And that, class,” she says, her tone suddenly brisk and clinical, as though you’re nothing more than an anatomy lesson, “is what empowerment looks like. Using one’s authority, one’s presence, to control the narrative. To take a predictable archetype and turn it on its head.”

Finally—mercifully—her hand slips away, though the absence feels almost worse. She turns to address the class fully now, leaving you exposed, shaking, and utterly wrecked behind her.

“Now, ladies,” she continues, her smirk still firmly in place, “it’s your turn. Let’s see how you interpret your fetishes—and how you claim your own space.”