Jessica got through her freshman class well enough. The air was thick, but these are good kids who only stared when she wasn’t looking at them, but otherwise behaved. Her 10th grade class was a very different story. Those four boys sitting in the front row… they made no pretense of not watching Jessica, and their blatant stares, loud breathing, and other little noises made her rather uncomfortable. It seemed that something was going to happen. In fact, when Jessica was turned and writing high on the board while standing one her toes, she heard the front row girls giggling. She turned quickly to see all four boys masturbating, two with their hand in their pants, and two on the ends with their long erect dicks out and fully exposed. The one on the far right was a true monster. Jessica gasped audibly. The boys laughed. They didn’t even stop when they were caught, and the girls continued to giggle and blush… In fact, all of the girls in the class seemed to be involved in this giggling. Jessica was shocked at how brazen they were.
“YOU Dirk!, YOU Nick!, YOU Paul!, and YOU Abe! To the principal’s office. NOW!!! NOW!!!” she screamed at them.
The boys put away their tools and shuffled out the door alternatively grinning at the class and grinning at Jessica. Dirk blew a kiss to Jessica.
“That was for you,” Abe whispered as he walked by her, as if that wasn’t totally obvious.
Jessica felt a tingling sensation between her legs and noticed that her pussy was rather wet.
Jessica wrote a quick note to the principal and decided to take it to him herself, leaving the class unattended. Her note said “These four boys were masturbating in class. I recommend many hours of detention and a call to their parents.”
She was soon back, and was having trouble concentrating on her teaching. This class was a total bust.
The principal laughed when he read her note. The boys were sitting before him with smirks.
“I suppose you think this is funny.”
“Did you see how she is dressed?”
“Yea. But that’s no reason to disrupt her class.”
“Well, we would have waited, but we didn’t think she’d stand right in front of us after class,” Dirk offered. The others are laughing.
“You boys are so bad. You get two full hours of detention after school today. Report to the media center after last class. Now go back to class and behave! If there’s no more trouble, I wont call your parents. So… No more trouble today. OK??”
“OK, Mr. Skinner.”
The boys returned to class and Jessica was shocked to see them returning. She thought that the principal would be sure to give her at least a little peace. Maybe this was her punishment?
The boys took their seats and just stared at Jessica’s legs. She knew they were staring and it was now making her panties dripping wet.
“Jessica, Please come to the Principal’s office.”
She was preparing for her final class, but headed quickly to see him.
“Jessica, I have decided your punishment.”
“Really? I thought that you were kidding.”
“No. I wasn’t. I don’t kid around with teachers.”
Mr. Skinner hesitated while looking at Jessica’s outfit again.
“Ummm. What?”
“Well… Students are usually good on Fridays, since Friday detention is considered the worst. But today I have four. I need a monitor for the detention room after school today.”
“So?”
“That monitor is you.”
“Why me?”
“Well, I have four naughty kids that need detention and no one to monitor them.”
“Unnnh.”
“I am guessing that those four are headed to detention because of your ill considered choice of clothing today.”
“But I have plans for after school today.”
“Cancel them.”
“Unnnh.” Jessica stamped her feet a little.
“Can’t someone else do it? Like a large PE teacher?”
“No. It’s already decided. And that wouldn’t be really fair, now would it?”
“But…”
“Look. This is your fault. You get two hours of detention too. That is your punishment.”
“But… But I don’t want them staring at me again… not those four… not for two hours.”
“You should have thought of that this morning.”
“Unnnh.” Jessica was not happy.
“The media center right after last class. Here’s the key.”
“ok.”
Jessica was defeated.
FRIDAY AFTER SCHOOL
After the last class and the school was emptying out, Jessica made her way slowly to the media center with some trepidation. The four boys were waiting outside and grinning wickedly as she arrived to unlock the door.
“Are you our detention monitor?” Dirk was laughing.
The others were doing high-fives, making Jessica feel terrible.
“Yes. Now behave yourself and do some studying while I work.”
“Yes teacher,” they all said in a mocking voice.
They all went into the room and she left the door propped open. Jessica was annoyed that there was no proper desk. Where the teacher’s desk should have been, there was just a table that would not hide her her legs. She sat down there facing them. It seems that the boys will be staring at her legs all afternoon as she struggles to keep her panties hidden. They boys sat rather closely and directly in front of her. This annoyed her too.
Mr. Skinner wanted to see how Jessica was doing with his naughty boys 10th grade boys, so he made his way to the old recording closet. He had the rarely used key in his hand. He turns on the sound system so he can hear and see all that goes on in the media room, but they cannot hear nor see him. He decided to wait a while just to make sure all goes well. He has nothing better to do and he loves staring at her too. He had a clear view of her legs and her body, and so he started to masturbate.
“It’s not just for kids,” he laughed to himself.
“Oh God. She does look good,” he whispered to himself as he stared intently at her legs and the rest of her body.
Jessica shifted away from the boys, and now the principal could catch a good wide glimpse of Jessica’s white panties. This put him over the top and he dumped a sticky white mess right there on the desk in the small closet.
“Teacher?” It was Nick.
“What?”
“Can I go to the bathroom?”
“How long will you be gone?”
“Huh?”
“Number one or number two?” Jessica asked.
“Number three,” grinned Nick.
“Unnnhh. You are disgusting. Do you want more detention??”
“Maybe… Will you be there?”
“Stop it!” Jessica was flustered. At least she’s getting the attention she craved.
Jessica got up to stretch her legs. Five sets of eyes follow her every little movement. Jessica can only see four.
Soon, Jessica had finished grading all of her papers and had completed the preparation for her next classes. All that was left to do was to make copies of her handouts. She wanted to go home, but only 45 minutes had transpired since the start of detention. She REALLY didn’t want to sit there for 75 more minutes.
“OK boys. You’ve been reasonably good. You may go.”
“You don’t know how detention works, do you.”
“Just go,” she commanded.
The four boys slowly shuffled out of detention closing the door behind them. They migrated to the front office and fooled around there. They know full well that Jessica didn’t have the authority to cut short their detention.
“We’d better wait here.”
“OK. But I’d rather be back there looking at her legs.”
“Me too.”
“Let’s wait for Mr. Skinner.”
“OK.”
Mr. Skinner was still looking at Jessica in the media center. He was, of course, invisible in the vestigial recording booth.
Soon enough, Jessica was apparently planning to leave, but first she examined the old copier.
“I could make my copies right now for free.”
“What did Mr. Skinner say about the copier?”
Jessica couldn’t remember, since she hadn’t been paying attention.
So, Jessica placed her originals into the sheet feeder and turned on the ancient thing. It rumbled and rattled. She thought it would fall apart, but it held together. She pressed the copy button and the machine went silent. That was strange. She examined the machine trying to figure out how to get it to work.
“What did Mr. Skinner say about this thing?”
“How hard could this be?”
Jessica leaned over the machine looking for a hidden switch or something. She bumped the copier hard with her knee and it suddenly came to life again making an awful rattle. She tried to back away from it, but both ends her scarf were already caught up in the machinery. She tried to pull it out, but her scarf was instead being slowly tugged into the machine. She became alarmed, quite alarmed.
“HELP!! HELP ME!! HELP!!!” she screamed.
In just a few seconds, not only was her scarf being pulled in, but her neck was being drawn towards the sheet feeding contraption at the center of the copier. She screamed loudly, but this music room was nearly soundproof and the halls were empty. Only Mr. Skinner could hear, but he was frozen in awe as her panties became slowly exposed to him. He could get there quickly enough anyway if the danger was real. He just watched.
Her head was being drawn into a large sheet feeding crevice in the machine that almost looked like it was a torture device designed to secure her head. Her abject fear was that the machine would strangle her and her dead body would be discovered in the morning. The ancient copier continued to rein her in, and she continued to fight it, until she had the sense to turn off the machine. It went utterly quiet. This occurred when her face was just starting to be pressed up against the machine. She managed to loosen her scarf around her neck so she could breath, but here she was, bent over the copier’s top surface and with her head face down in a large crevice. Her shoulders were pressed on the top front edge of the copier and her two breasts were hanging down invitingly. She was not harmed, and she could breathe OK, but she was stuck, totally stuck. She pulled and twisted and pulled, but the firm tight material of her scarf held fast. The copier showed no signs of wanting to cooperate either. She also could not rotate her head. If someone were to approach her from any direction other than from directly behind her, she could not see him coming, and even that would take some effort.
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