Staring:
“Ready for today’s test?” Ryan asked.
Michelle scowled as she entered the building from the cold. Her overcoat was soaked from the rain. She could feel the smugness emanating from Ryan. “As a matter of fact I am. I studied every night all week for this test. In fact I’ll bet I do better than you.”
“Oh yeah?” Ryan crooked an eyebrow. “How are you going to do that without me letting you cheat on me anymore?”
“Can’t cheat on someone you never wanted,” Michelle said.
Ryan blushed. “You know what I mean. You’ve never taken a test without my help,” he sat at a desk and took off his coat. “Why should I think you’ve grown a brain now?”
“You just worry about yourself,” Michelle said softly, sliding into the seat next to him.
“Alright class,’ Professor Deacon said as she entered the room. She was a stern woman who, despite her short stature and button nose, projected a strict intimidating confidence. She wore her blonde hair in a severe ponytail, and her blue skirt and blazer, while meant to appear serious, still managed to accentuate her boobs and her butt. “Today’s test makes up 20% of your grade, and, I hate that I have to say this, but there has been suspicion of cheating on previous tests, so keep your eyes forward. I have been given direct orders from our head mistress that anyone caught cheating is to be punished publicly and severely.”
She placed a test on every desk before taking her place in the front of the classroom.
“Have fun,” Ryan taunted. “Try not to fail-“ he trailed off, as his tongue suddenly went limp.
“I’m sorry,” Michelle said, as she slowly unzipped her jacked. “Did you say something?”
Ryan was floored at the sight in front of him. He had never seen Michelle wear something like this to class. It was so… revealing.
The green skirt she wore barely went past her thigh, and it clung to her ass aggressively showing every curve. Her blue and white striped top, if you could call it a top, did not cover her bellybutton, and Ryan couldn’t explain how, but it did something with her boobs that he had never seen before. Sure her boobs weren’t tiny, but they always seemed on the smaller side to him. Somehow that top made her B cups look bigger, and managed to give her the deepest cleavage he’d ever seen on her. When his gaze finally met hers again she was absently sucking on the tip of her pen. Ryan couldn’t understand why she would suddenly dress so provocatively to class.
“You may begin,” Professor Deacon said. “No more talking.”
Michelle found the test refreshingly passable. It wasn’t exactly easy, but thanks to her nights in the library, and despite how much she’d hate to admit it, also thanks to Ryan’s tutoring, she found she understood the questions, and while it took some thought, she could solve most of them.
That thought comforted her, and allowed her to divert some of her energy towards what she really wanted to do: make Ryan squirm. She could see that Ryan was eyeing her from the side, and she used every opportunity she could to entice him to stare more. Crossing and uncrossing her legs to give him glimpse of her underwear. Squeezing her tits together whenever she was trying to look like she was thinking. Putting her pen in her mouth and playing with it with her tongue.
Ryan, for his part could barely focus at all. He knew he was getting the answers right, but he was moving through the test so slowly because he couldn’t stop from looking at Michelle every few seconds. Her legs, her thighs, her tits, her lips. She had to be doing it on purpose, but that didn’t stop Ryan from being scraped against his zipper thanks to the biggest erection he’d ever had.
SNAP
Ryan was suddenly distracted yet again, as a ruler flew down past his erection and into his balls.
“Eyes on your own test,” Professor Deacon said, brandishing the ruler in both hands, absently stroking it.
“But I wasn’t-“
“This is your only warning,” she walked away.
Michelle snorted in laughter, but when the professor turned her way she said “sorry, that was a sneeze.”
“It’s quite alright dear. I’ll get you a tissue.”
The gears started turning in Michelle’s head as Professor Deacon came back with he tissues. “Thanks professor,” she said, looking briefly over at Ryan, who seemed annoyed and trying desperately to focus.
“AH” Michelle said inhaling deeply. “AH,” she said again louder. “AHHHH” she kept going. Louder and louder, making a sound as if she was about to sneeze. And with each inhale she squeezed her tits together on her desk. Right in front of her test. She also put some moaning into it as she got louder so it not only sounded like she was about to sneeze, but also sounded like she was making lewd sexual sighs.
Eventually the sound was too much for Ryan to ignore, so at least he turned his head and was mesmerized by the deep line of asian tit flesh on display. He could not move his neck, no matter how much his brain screamed at him to get back to the test, his penis was straining and begging for more.
When Michelle knew she had him she stopped pretending to sneeze and shrugged, “it went away.”
Professor Deacon turned to go away, but that’s when she saw Ryan staring directly towards Michelle’s desk. “Hey no cheating,” Deacon said.
“I wasn’t-“ but before Ryan could explain, the professor pulled him out of his seat by his balls and dragged him to the front of the classroom.
“You must be punished,” and she proceeded to hold his balls at the end of his sack with unhand, and spank them repeatedly with her ruler with the other hand.
While this was happening, Michelle couldn’t help but notice that some of her answers were different from Ryan’s. She took this time to sift through his answer sheet and it helped her realize some of her mistakes, and not only allowed her to correct some mistakes, but also helped her figure out on her own how to do some of the questions she hadn’t gotten to yet.
“AH. OW. OH. BUT I WASN’T CHEATING!”
“He’s tried to cheat off me before,” Michelle offered smugly.
“What? No I haven’t!”
“Is this true?” Asked the professor.
“Well it must be with how often he looks over to me,” she said leaning forward intentionally forcing Ryan to stare yet again despite his pain.
“In that case,” Professor Deacon said, opening her drawer, while still maintaining her grip on Ryans balls with her other hand, “I must discipline him more severely. She put her ruler back into her drawer and pulled out a taser.
“You’re joking,” Ryan panicked.
“I’m afraid the rules were very clear,” Deacon said as she turned the taser on, sparks emanating from it.
“Please! Please don’t do this,” Ryan begged as the forks of the taser approached his balls. “I wasn’t cheating. Honest I wasn’t. You’ve seen my grades. I don’t have to cheat.”
“If that’s true then why did you keep looking over to Michelle’s test?” The professor asked.
“Yes Ryan, please tell us all what you can’t stop cheating,” Michelle said, with a fake face of indignation plastered over her true feelings.
“Because,” Ryan sweat. “Because,” and finally he decided that the truth was better than a taser to his balls. “I WAS STARING AT HER BOOBS!”
Professor Deacon turned the taser of and in shock she let go of Ryan’s balls. The room was silent for a long moment, before the entire classroom erupted with laughter. All the girls started pointing at his erection. Even the professor covered her mouth to stifle a chuckle. Yes everyone laughed.
Everyone but Michelle.
She just stared into his eyes with a deeply satisfied smile. She knew she’d won here, but she wanted to see how far she could take it.
“What?” She scowled, looking more furious than before. “You were staring at my tits! You disgusting pervert.”
Then she took the taser from Professor Deacon’s hand and turned it on.
“Wait, you’re not gonna let her use that on me are you?”
“Well, you were staring at her for a very creepy amount of time…”
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