Unconventional Techniques

The women in the class go quiet for a moment, though they're still smiling and drinking in the sight in front of them. A few of them giggle when you try to cover yourself and push Monica off, and she tightens her grip slightly, easily able to bat your arms away as a shiver goes up your spine. Finally, Sarah breaks the silence yet again.

"Miss Monica?" she asks, though she's looking into your eyes when she starts, "it's obvious that you can stop assailants easily with a good grip on their weak points," and you gasp as Monica squeezes lightly again, "but it also likes you've got a good way to bind his legs there."

"Hm," Monica starts, glancing down to your shorts, still pinned to the ground under her foot, "I hadn't thought of it like that. Care to come up and demonstrate what you mean?"

Sarah was up at the front of the class in a flash. "Well," she began, slowly circling around you, her eyes going from your erect dick to your bare ass. "Say you see someone else being attacked. If you come up behind the attacker, then you could stop them by yanking down their pants. You've already done that part for us, but..."

You get nervous as Sarah approaches you from behind, but you forget that when Monica removes her foot from your shorts. However, as you lean to pull them back up, Sarah's foot replaces it from behind, pinning them back down. What's more, as you lifted your arms to reach down, Sarah looped her arms under yours and pulled back, keeping your arms locked out to your sides, your legs caught in your pinned shorts, and your lower half completely exposed to the class. The red-headed college student is stronger than she looks, too, and all your struggling against her accomplishes is waving your engorged penis back and forth in front of the room full of women.

"See, Miss Monica? Like this, the assailant is temporarily disabled, and completely open to a strike that'll knock him down."

Monica tapped her chin, her eyes traveling up and down your body as a smile came to her face. "You're right, Sarah! Though, it might not work if your attacker is wearing a belt, or a stiffer pair of pants. But yes, from here, you could easily land a finishing blow to the attackers nose," and she reaches out and lightly bops your nose with her fist, "their stomach," her hand lowers and pats your midsection, "or, as we've already established..." and her hand darts down and squeezes the length of your cock, "their groin."

Monica demonstrates a few basic strikes that could be used against you in your restrained state, pantomiming attacks to your torso and face and only lightly, teasingly batting at your exposed 'weak point'. The class murmurs their understanding, occasionally a question which causes Monica to repeat her actions slower. Strangely enough, all of the questions involve blows to your groin.

"Should I let him go now?" Sarah asks. Either she's satisfied with your exposure thus far, or she's lost her fun since you stopped struggling against her. Monica seems to mull it over for a second, before she glances down at your feet and a dark twinkle lights up her eyes.

"Not yet," she replied, "I want to try one more thing." Monica pats your face affectionately, as if her other hand hadn't been kneading you to a raging hard on this whole time. "Thank you for being patient, John, we can take a break after this last demonstration." She turns back to the class. "Now, obviously you've come to this self-defense course with the expectation of learning to fight to defend yourself. But, as your teacher, I must recommend that you use as little **** as is necessary for your own safety. And, in this scenario that we've constructed up here, there's one option that can potentially end the confrontation without any need to strike your attacker."

She walks back over to you, and tells Sarah to lift you up. Only two late do you realize what's happening; as Sarah lifts you off the ground, she removes her foot from your shorts, letting Monica whip them off your feet and back away before you flail your legs trying to stop her. It's too late: the class cheers as Monica holds your shorts up for them to see.

"By exposing the attacker like this, and making it impossible for them to adequately cover back up, you severely reduce the chance of of them retaliating or continuing to pursue you after you release them and escape." As she says this, Sarah lets go of your arms. You stumble a bit, and your arms are sore, but you maintain your footing and quickly try to cover yourself by stretching the hem of your shirt over your crotch.

"Let's have a hand for our demonstrators!" Monica shouts. The class erupts into cheers and wolf-whistles. You jump as Sarah smacks your ass playfully, and Monica turns to look at you expectantly, as if she wants you to say something.