Force you to strip for the whole class
From Create Your Own Story
Showing a clarity of thought that is no often found in teachers as perverted as he is, Mr. Jones decides that, today, he would completely ruin the life of only one of his female students. As a result, he suddenly sends all the girls in the class, except for you, to Ms. Harris' class. He has a long standing agreement with Ms. Harris, as you both often look after each other's students when either of you wants to engage in 'one-on-one tutoring' or 'small group activities'.
When they all finally file out of the classroom, leaving only you and the boys, Mr. Jones stares at you for a few seconds, then finally speaks. "To cheat is to steal another's hard-earned knowledge. Young lady, you have stolen from this young man by cheating off his paper yesterday. When I was a lad, thieving sluts were dragged into the middle of town, and forced to strip, a theft of their dignity and decency. An eye for an eye, if you will. Now, son," At this he turns to the boy you cheated off of. "I think she should pay you back for this theft, and I'm also feeling nostalgic for the old days. Will you humour an old man, and let her strip as a form of repayment?" The boy eagerly nods, as the class cheers, and you turn crimson. Mr. Jones grins widely, and gestures to you. "Well, better do as they say. Boys can be rather rough when they don't get what they want. Now, up on my desk, so everyone can see you better."
Obediently, you hop up onto the desk, amidst catcalls and wolf-whistles. Shyly, you sway back and forth, unsure how to begin, until you see the look on the boys' faces. It's almost feral, and strikes fear into your heart. You slowly pull at the bottom edge of your shirt, see-sawing it and working it up your body. When it's off, you toss it into the crowd, getting into the moment amidst cheers and applause. Next, you turn, and bend over, finding yourself face to face with Mr. Jones as you start to slide your skirt off. Well, face to face for a second, anyway. His eyes quickly dart down to ogle your cleavage, which you wiggle suggestively for him. However, just as he's reaching out to grab one, you kick your skirt into your audience, straighten up out of reach, and wag a finger scoldingly, with a smirk on your face. Turning back to the crowd before Mr. Jones can fully react, you reach behind you and unclasp your bra, holding it up with your other hand. You shrug your shoulder out of it, then let it drop to the floor in front of you, hearing the loudest shouts yet. Finally, after kicking off your shoes, you are down to one article of clothing: your already glistening wet panties. You shimmy them down your legs quickly, and kick them off at the boy who you cheated off of. He grabs them, and immediately starts using them to jack off. As you do some poses for the class, barked out by Mr. Jones, the rest of the boys begin to follow the nerd's lead.
As you sit on the desk with your legs wide open and three of your fingers thrusting in and out of your snatch, as per Mr. Jones' instructions, he makes a concerned face as he looks around the class. Suddenly, he turns back to you with a wicked grin on his face. "You know, I believe these boys could use some helpful aids. What do you say you
Requirements This is a story about a young girl written in second person.
