She’d always been a good girl, paying attention in class, and doing her homework, never drawing attention to herself.
Until she did.
All because of him – the new boy.
He was a young man; she a young woman, who lusted after him. That was why she did it – slipped her hand into her panties at the back of the class. Touched herself, thinking of him.
The teacher caught her; called her name. Her eyes flew open; her hand back to her pen. He punished her. Hundred humiliating lines: I am not allowed to touch my pussy in class.
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