[MF] Classroom shaming

“This is your final warning” the words echo around the room, as I can see her blushing. She knows exactly what she’s doing, but probably hoped that there wouldn’t be any consequences. Everyone’s eyes are on her now. Talking inappropriately when we’re all meant to be listening to the lecture, just doesn’t stand in this class; even if we are at grad school.

It’s almost like I can see the rebuttals flow through her mind, as she bites her tongue, trying not to say anything. But she’s too obvious. Everyone else can see it too. “Alright, that’s it” he almost yells out, barely able to control his dissatisfaction. “This is the last time you disrespect me in my class” he bellows. Her eyes widen, as she probably wonders if he’s really going to throw her out of class. I’m sitting next to her, as he starts taking steps towards us, clearly intent on punishing her.

He moves right up to her desk, and stares right at her. “Stand up” he commands. She defiantly looks up at him, and holds his gaze for a moment before deciding to obey. Watching her stand up, I let my eyes run over her. She has short brunette hair, sitting in a styled bob, almost falling onto her shoulders. Her maroon top in stark contrast to her light blue jeans. She’s pretty geeky, and I’ve never really thought much of her, but she looks quite cute. Hopping back into the present moment, and I hear him continue.

“If you want people to be paying attention to you, whilst I’m presenting the most important topic of the year, then fine, you can have it” he says unable to hide the annoyance from his voice. She looks perplexed. “Take your bottoms off” he says snappily. “Sir, I’m wearing jeans” she says, her tone drenched with fear. He rolls his eyes. “You asked for this. I told everyone they’d be punished if they broke the rules. It’s either this or fail my class, and be kicked out before you can finish your research” he says with the confidence of someone who’s untouchable. She takes a deep breath in, her chest rising, as she submits to the only choice she really has.

Leaning forward slightly, she slowly unbuckles her belt. I thought someone might have spoken up to support her, but everyone’s complicit in her punishment. Undoing the button of her jeans now, I watch her fingers unwrap the fly of her jeans and free herself from the denim. An evil smirk spreads across the professor’s face. She might have followed his orders, but she still doesn’t respect him. “A young woman in underwear, I’m sure no one’s seen that before” she dryly retorts. Damn this girl really is something.

The professor’s demeanour darkens further, as he looks down at her exposed legs, and panties. Without averting his gaze, he says, “Take them off.” The whole class is dead silent. This old man really lives up to the rumours. She looks back at him. I know she’s going to go down swinging. “So, you really want the whole class to see me exposed” she says, her tone softening a little more than before. “Shut up” he replies aggressively. I can see her shake a little bit, before again she does what she’s told.

I look away, not wanting to condone this public shaming. Looking around the room, everyone else is staring. There’s even a couple younger professors in the audience, and even they’re transfixed on her. I can see why. Her little brunette bush sits atop her gorgeous little pussy, whilst her hips form a perfect hourglass. For someone so geeky, she’d hidden herself well under her clothes.

The professor seems satisfied with his work. “Stay just like that. Standing up so everyone can see whilst I present the next slides” he says. Slowly the everyone looks to the front of the class, the occasional person still glancing back at her, as the lecture continues.

A few minutes pass by, with her just standing there. I’m far too distracted right now to concentrate. Still, the professor prattles on about his own research, like we haven’t heard about it before. As he gets onto the next slide he’s interrupted. “So, are you done with my punishment yet?” she asks. All eyes turn on her again, as her rosy cheeks darken to a deep crimson. This time the professor doesn’t even reply. He just walks slowly up to her, grabbing the collar of her shirt and pulling it down below her boobs. Fuck, her tits are so perky, just sitting above her maroon top.

The professor looks back into her eyes. “Stay just like that, until I say so” he commands. I can feel the class stirring a bit, as he walks up to the front to resume his talk. I’m still surprised no one’s said anything, and decide to take matters into my own hands. “This isn’t right” I say, “you can’t just expose her like this in front of us all, and expect it to be okay.” I haven’t really thought out what I said, but someone had to say something.

He looks at me now, contemplating what to say. “You really believe that?” he questions. Well yeah, no shit, I just said it, I think to myself. “Of course I do” I say, with a bit more gusto. He seems pleased with my response. “Good, then stand up, look at her and say it again.” It sounds weird, but I figure if it wrap this all up, then I’ll do it.

I go to stand up, whilst looking at her, and I get lost in her gorgeous body. I’d been so focused on everyone around me, that I didn’t even realise what was happening in my body. Feeling everyone’s eyes on me now, even she looks at what’s glaringly obvious. My throbbing cock is pushing against my jeans. I didn’t think this geeky girl could have such an effect on me. I feel myself blushing a little bit now.

With everyone still looking at me, the professor continues. “So, tell us what you really think.” I pause for a second and then reply. “I stand by what I said before” I say as confidently as I can. “Hah” he says dismissively. “No, you seem to be a man of your word. Now tell us all what you’re really thinking” he finishes. I can feel the hormones surging through me, adrenaline and testosterone just blurring my thoughts. I take a deep breath in, centring myself, before I continue. “I really want her” I say honestly. “The first thing I thought of was grabbing her hips, and putting my face between her legs. Her pussy is too gorgeous, and I just have to taste her” I say, just blurting out my thoughts.

I can feel the anticipation in the room, as no ones saying anything. She’s looking at me, not breaking eye contact. It felt great just letting out what I really thought, so I just let my body take over.

Taking a step toward her, she doesn’t move away. I wrap my hands around her hips, pulling her onto the edge of the desk and spreading her legs. I start by kissing up her inner thigh, edging closer to her pussy. My tongue dances around her labia, enjoying the sweetness of her nectar. Her hand ruffles my hair, as my tongue circles her clit slowly, as she softly moans in pleasure. She bucks her hips closer toward me, as I keep eating her out, allowing her to get closer to a climax. I’m too into her to notice what’s happening around me, but I can feel everyone’s full attention is on us. She moans out louder now, as I hold her hips down, and tease her clit even more. She’s so close, as she bucks her hips once more and lets herself tip over the edge.

Looking around the class now, the atmosphere’s completely changed, but I can’t stop now.

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Been away for a while but will have more time in a few weeks. Can potentially write a part 2 if people are interested

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qii4px/mf_classroom_shaming