The student sat in the classroom, her long hair flowing down her back. She was wearing a tight-fitting blouse that accentuated her curves and a short skirt that barely covered her thighs. Her eyes were fixed on the teacher, who was dro

The student sat in the classroom, her long hair flowing down her back. She was wearing a tight-fitting blouse that accentuated her curves and a short skirt that barely covered her thighs. Her eyes were fixed on the teacher, who was droning on about some math equation she didn't understand. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her thigh and looked up to see the teacher staring at her with a mischievous grin. "Miss O'Donnell," he said in his thick Irish accent, "I think you need to pay attention." The student's heart raced as she realized what was happening. She had been caught staring at the teacher's chest and now he was going to punish her for it. But instead of being angry or embarrassed, she felt a thrill of excitement run through her body as the teacher leaned in closer and whispered something in her ear that made her blush with excitement.