"Stop worrying. I got this. We all knew I would get into trouble sooner or later. It's only Detention at least. Not expulsion." Monica stops mid stride to sternly look over at friend Ryan.
"Yet!" He glares back at her.
"I've wore this dress all day long. In front of the entire Faculty. Principal Janson even looked me over. Not a word. As a matter of fact he liked the dress. Morrison only gave me Detention because I couldn't contain my orgasm well enough. I don't think he even realized that's what it was. I just couldn't disguise my swearing out loud. He just took it badly."
Frowning Ryan rolls his eyes, "Maybe so. You do realize this is Morrison's week on Detention Duty?"
"So? Even better. I'll go in, apologize, and do my time. It's only an hour." She smirks with a playful shrug.
Ryan shakes his head and averts his gaze to her cleavage, "God I love you in that dress."
"All of you do. Shoulder straps off and the dress hits the floor." She giggles.
"Should we keep things quiet for awhile due to this?"
"You're the Master, Ryan. You tell me."
He sizes up her sarcasm then nods, "You should tease Morrison and see what happens."
Tilting her gaze at him she huffs, "Somehow I knew you would say that."
Chuckling he winks, "You know you wanted me to say that."
"I did." She giggles more, " I'll risk getting expelled just for your evil desires."
"We don't know who else might be in Detention. So play it by ear."
"Not worried."
He eyes her smug manner then digs into his book bag, retrieving two familiar items.
"Insert the egg again." He hands it off.
Rolling her eyes with a sheepish grin she lifts her hemline up and encourages the egg between her labia and deep inside.
Ryan adds fresh batteries to the remote controller.
"So, you want me to have another orgasm in Detention? I'm actually good for one more. I think. Last one was pretty intense though."
They journey toward Room 312 as they talk. Time was nearly on the dot.
Outside the door they spot teacher "Dane Morrison" grading papers at a desk. The room was the old Home Economics class until they built the new wing with a revised Kitchen. This room was only meant for storage and Detention time.
Ryan drags her out of Morrison's visual and obtains a roll of black electrical tape he had swiped from "Shop Class". He wrapped the remote tightly forcing the trigger to continually be in use. The vibrations started instantly. The sudden shock made her dizzy.
"Seems stronger than before." She shivers with excitement before snatching at his shirt, "Holy Fuck."
"You like that don't you?" He grins with expectation.
"Not for an hour. I'll orgasm within five minutes."
"Resist as long as you can." He then stuffs the taped remote into her small dangling clutch purse along with her cell and lip gloss.
"I have to go." She shuffles away pouting at him.
Entering the room she quickly realizes that she was the sole offender of the day.
"Ummm! I'm here Mr. Morrison."
Dane looks up from his papers to see Monica fidgeting in step, her arms dangling in front of her belly. Her purse suspended between her knees. In her striking pose her biceps had mashed her 34DDD's together like grateful melons.
He notes her nipples erect beneath her dresses thin red fabric. Forced to clear his throat he grumbles aloud.
"Please shut the door behind you. You may then take the seat directly in front of my desk."
She instinctively twirls on one foot. In doing so her skirt fans outward like an umbrella opening. Safe to say Morrison had a vivid display of her curvaceous heart shaped bare bottom. Behind her Dane Morrison rubs his beard with a tedious grin forming.
Shutting the door she starts to turn when Morrison adds, "Close the blind over the window. For the next hour the world outside does not exist."
Monica pulls the cord lowering the Venetian blinds until they reached the end of their roll. Entering the room once again she notices that he had already sealed the blinds over the windows facing the sidewalks outside.
Few seats were left in the room but she chose to obey and sit directly in front of him. Claiming a seat that had it's connecting slate desk removed. He could see her entire body.
With nothing to lean on she sat there fidgeting. Then, leaning over to her left side to rest her purse on the floor. As she reached down the spaghetti strap on her left shoulder slipped off and over her bicep. She left it there. Purposely lifting the bridge of her glasses instead.
She eyed Morrison who had resumed grading papers to let her settle in. This down time left her at the mercy of the egg. The vibrations were storming her senses rapidly. It was hard to sit still. With each movement her chair squeaked. She was in Hell she thought.
Dane avoided direct eye contact as he heard his cellphone buzz. It was nothing but he played it off as a text. Instead he activated his cell camera. Intentionally he primed the cell toward her. Poised in front of him he feigned writing a text. That went into scrolling mode as if on Facebook. All along the video recorded her nervous beauty.
Undeniably impossible to sit still she tapped her toes on the floor. Which led to fanning her legs wide. Knees parting to give her at least a millisecond of ease against the electricity between her thighs.
In her squirming Dane captured vivid moments of her pussy. His birds eye view of her vagina left him speechless.
He observed her bite her lip, seal and flare her eyes wide, puff her cheeks, and caress her throat. He could sense she was either having a panic attack or was just making a scene to escape her punishment. Without eye contact he speaks.
"Do you know how long it has been since I've had to give anyone Detention? Your language today was out of line. Uncalled for. What exactly possessed you Miss Gift?"
She whimpers faintly as she forms a pouty face and nervously rubs her legs, "I'm sorry Mr. Morrison."
"You should be. May I ask what's with the dramatic wardrobe change of late? That dress looks more like a Nightie."
Stuttering slightly she defends herself, "I like my dress. It makes me feel sexy."
Her breathing grows erratic, huffing to blow the hair strands from her eyes. Her knees fan from side to side as Dane looks up from his cell finally, her pussy teasing him first hand.
"It is a very pretty dress. Rather revealing though. Definitely against school policy of the Dress Code."
Trembling she now resorts to rubbing her arms.
"I've worn it all day. The only person objecting to it is you."
"Not objecting. I just feel as if you're just asking for trouble. Boys and all." He stares without expression.
"They like my dress." Her body quivers.
He eyes her behavior, "I'm sure they do. Just be careful. As long as nobody complains of your attire I won't be forced to take action."
He pauses as she breathes heavily. Her breasts bulging and lightly tremoring about.
"Concerning your outbursts earlier. I believe a lesson must be issued."
"Yes, Sir." She compresses her lips tightly.
Dane stands up carefully, hiding an erection he hadn't planned on from her. He swiftly turns toward the chalkboard behind him.
Her hands immediately palm her face due to her vibrational torment. She was growing pale from resistance.
He locates a lengthy piece of white chalk and reaches high to scribble down the verse, " I will not be crude in class." Finishing he carefully returns to his seat.
Offering up the chalk toward her he growls, "Step to the board and copy that sentence twenty times please."
She cringes at her brewing orgasm, knowing that very soon there would be no hiding her outcome. Defiant of her nerves she leans forward on her knees to push herself out of the chair. In doing so her remaining dress strap slipped over like it's twin to droop on her bicep. There was now no support holding the thin dress up outside of her large breasts. With each step she feared the worst but maintained her mission.
With a deep breath she steps around Morrison and claims the chalk. Turning her back to him she hesitantly reached up to write just below his sentence. The reach was straining her ability to keep the dress on.
He swallowed dryly observing the sides of her body. The dress was definitely losing hope. The cleavage had already lost an inch of once covered flesh.
With shimmering eyes she does her best to reach the board. At her height of 5'2 she had issues. Stretching on her tiptoes her skirt rode high. He could readily see her lower ass cheeks. Behind her he carefully recorded her escapade. His remaining hand slipped to his crotch rubbing the formation of his erection. The scent of her perfume compiled with her revealing skin made his erection defenseless.
Seeing her struggle to reach the necessary height he opts to risk standing up and locates a two level step stool near a cupboard.
"Here, this might help."
He rests it facing the board then lifts up just as she turns, her breasts a mere inch from his face. Nipple even closer.
With a faint whimper Monica notices his expression of shock. Her eyes drift lower to discover his confined erection.
"Thank you." She softly exhales almost seductively. She now knew her effect on him. The question remained. How far should she take this? She knew her dress was dangerously in jeopardy. There was no way he didn't see her bare ass. Now she would stand taller for a much better view.
Her mind reeled to balance her hormones screaming within. Climbing the simple step stool was torture. Yet she stood on the top and resumed writing.
Morrison sat back down behind her. The difference in height now allowed him to gawk at her clam shaped pussy from behind. It was glossy wet and tiny trickles were gradually creasing down her inner thighs. Recording it was required.
Finishing her second sentence she had to catch her breath and place a palm on the board. Concerned Morrison eyes her behavior more intently. Keeping silent he awaits any potential for failure.
As she writes more her words become sloppy and almost incoherent due to her blurred concentration.
Morrison had suffered enough. Ignoring her ability he ever so gently let his fingers unzip his fly. Reaching within his slacks he bypasses his boxers to grip his ever sturdy cock. Stroking it as he eyed her beautiful ass he foregoes his cell casting it on to the desk.
He hears her sniffling and exhale loudly. Her breathing intensified in and out with wicked gasps. Then, the sound of muffled suppressed moans slipping free of her lips.
