"Jane!"
"Yes, Miss," I replied, knowing that by the tone of my PE teacher's voice she wasn't altogether happy with me. I wondered what I had done, other than to wiggle my bum in an obvious manner, hoping she would notice. I really liked it when she noticed me; she was so hot. It was my last year of high school and I had just turned 18; ever since my first year I had had a crush on her.
"Jane, I want you to have your shower and report to my office. No need to get back into your uniform; just wrap a towel around yourself."
PE was my last class for the day, so I took my time, waiting for the other girls to dress and leave the gym area.
Her door was open, so I walked in, clutching my towel around me.
"Shut the door, Jane, and come here."
I did as I was told, walking over to stand on the other side of the desk from where she was sitting.
"Come around here, girl. Stand right in front of me."
Heart racing now, I stepped around her desk, stopping half a step in front of her. My boobs were right in front of her face and, to me, they never seemed so big and obvious.
She must have felt the same way, as her eyes left my face and travelled slowly down my body.
I couldn't help myself. As she was stroking me through my towel with her eyes, I was mentally undressing her with mine. Her large, but well-proportioned breasts pushed against her tee-shirt, and her shorts seemed to clutch her pussy as she sat, gazing at me with a look I hadn't seen before.
"What are you looking at, Jane," she demanded. I hadn't noticed that her eyes had returned to my face.
Blushing, I stammered, "Nothing, Miss. I mean, I was just noticing how pretty you are."
"Thank you, Jane," her voice softening now, "I think you are very attractive, too."
Her hand reached for mine and I stood, stunned, as she placed it on her breast. It was immediately obvious that she had removed her bra and, as I gave her breast a slight squeeze, her nipple rose. My fingers traced the outline of that growing nub as I watched her eyes seem to glaze over momentarily.
"That isn't why I called you in here, Jane," her voice harder now. "I was a bit annoyed that you saw fit to wiggle your bum at me earlier."
'She noticed,' I thought, wondering what was going to happen next.
"You, my girl, need to be taught a lesson, and that lesson means a paddling on your bum. Bend yourself over my knee, now."
Reluctantly, I removed my hand from her boob and, with a sense of anticipation, coupled with a bit of fear, bent over her lap.
She paused for a moment, probably surveying her target, I thought, and suddenly gave me a whack on my bum.
I yelped, and she did it again, harder this time.