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next and swallowing hard through a dry, constricted throat. Embarrassment wasn’t the only emotion flooding my senses, however, and a second, much more powerful reaction began to exert itself. My cock stood fully erect inside my trousers and throbbed with an immoral desire at the thought of the beautiful young woman before me playing with herself when she thought no one was watching. I knew then for certain that I simply had to have you, and drew a deep breath in a somewhat futile attempt to calm myself and retain my necessarily austere demeanour.
    Forcing myself to reassert the appearance of authority once more, I spoke again. ‘I see. Well, a young lady of your age should barely know of such things, let alone be performing them during school hours. You do realise I will have to punish you, don’t you?’ And timidly you nodded your head.
    I had always prided myself on a sense of creativity where disciplining wayward pupils was concerned. Perhaps in this instance, however, I was a little too creative.
    â€˜As you know, I believe it is appropriate to punish guilty students in a way that somehow reflects the crime they have committed. Remember that time you were caught littering and I made you clean the entire schoolyard?’ Again, a wordless nod. ‘Well, I’m going to follow that principal now; if you enjoy touching yourself so much then you can demonstrate exactly what you’ve been up to, now, to me.’
    â€˜But, sir...’ you suddenly protested and really, you were right to do so.
    â€˜No buts, young lady. My mind is quite made up. Now, pull over that chair, remove your underwear and sit down. I want to see what you find so stimulating about that body of yours.’
    I watched, taking secret satisfaction in your all-too-evident discomfort, as you remained standing still in the centre of the office, staring at the floor while your cheeks burnt a deeper shade of red.
    â€˜Good God, girl! Must I do everything for you?’
    Standing up – my erection tenting the front of my suit trousers, but thankfully your eyes were firmly fixed to the floor – I walked around to the front of my desk and dragged across a low armchair until it was positioned next to you.
    â€˜Lift up your skirt,’ I scolded, and with nervous hands you did exactly as you were told, to reveal white cotton knickers that moulded snugly to the contour of your mound, the vertical line of your slit obvious beneath the thin fabric.
    Slipping my fingers beneath the elastic waistband I quickly, and unceremoniously, peeled down your panties to expose what has to be one of the prettiest pussies I have ever seen.
    â€˜What’s this?’ I questioned with feigned anger. ‘Have you been shaving your puss... your vagina, young lady?’
    â€˜Waxing, sir,’ you replied, in a voice barely more than a whisper.
    â€˜Well, I’m starting to see what a truly naughty girl you are, and I wonder if merely making you recreate your deviant act will not nearly be enough of a punishment.’
    I couldn’t, could I? In that instant I pictured myself bending you over my desk and sliding my rigid prick inside that beautiful little cunt of yours, but it would surely have meant me losing my job.
    I wet my lips, my cock pleading to be released, and stepped back behind the desk to retake my seat.
    â€˜All right then, young lady, go ahead,’ I ordered, concentrating on keep my voice level and authoritative. ‘Show me exactly what you were caught doing in the changing rooms by Miss Jones.’
    I stared, utterly enrapt, as finally you complied, slipping out of your panties entirely and sitting down on the very front edge of the chair. I revelled in your embarrassment, your eyes glossy and on the brink of tears, cheeks ablaze with shame, as slowly you leant back.
    â€˜Well come along, girl,’ I prompted, ‘part your legs.’ And you did so.
    Your sweet pussy was so rudely exposed to me