Peters,’ but barely had the strength to bring her arms back to her sides, and still moaning and sobbing, push her panties as far down her thighs as her hands would reach, the tight elastic scraping like steel wool over her welted behind as she did so and making her cry out softly. Then she returned her arms to their outstretched position and gripped the sides of the desk. “Now, show the whole class exactly what you were doing.”
The whole what?
Then she understood.
She whirled around to face him. “Oh please, no, Mr. Sex videos Peters tells me to. ‘Mr. Was this some kind of reverse punishment? To let her imagine all kinds of things, get herself all worked up, and then ignore her? When he turned another page she was ready to scream. Instead, she forced herself to think.
After a moment she lifted her feet onto the metal rung between the front chair legs. Then she put her head down as if tired, resting it in the crook of her left arm and leaving her right hand lying in her lap. As he attended to her he said, thoughtfully, “I guess we should work out a signal of some kind, so I can tell if you really do want to stop. You know, because it’s fun when you pretend you want me to stop,
