Please note that all characters in this story are over the age of 18.
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Lisa was in her 3rd year at St. Angela's School for girls. The boarding house was always full of attractive girls in and out of the conservative, private school uniform. Lisa always had a curiosity for girls and often noticed her class mates getting undressed and taking showers, although she always tried not to look. She had only kissed boys before and not enjoyed it as much as the other girls seemed to. As she neared the end of her last semester at St. Angela's, she wondered more and more what it would be like to kiss and touch another woman. She had celebrated her 18th birthday the semester before and was becoming curious about sex and what she liked.
Lisa wasn't the best student at school but she was smart, smarter than any teacher had ever noticed. Her least favourite subject was accounting and her accounting teacher Miss Turner knew it. She always gave her a hard time and showed her more attention than anyone else in the class.
On Thursday, period 6 the accounting class headed up the stairs to classroom 4d where the day would finish for everyone. Lisa could always hear the excitement of all the girls to wrap up the day. Halfway through the class, when everyone was tuning out and thinking about what was coming for the weekend, Miss Turner asked Lisa a question. Like most, she wasn't paying attention and answered the question incorrectly. Miss Turner came over to her desk and chewed her out. A little more aggressively than usual. "You know, maybe if you weren't so busy slutting around this school, you would be getting a better grade in my class!"
Lisa had no idea what she was talking about and wondered why this teacher always had it in for her.
"Sorry" she replied with her head down.
Miss Turner leaned over her desk, Lisa could smell her perfume coming off her, it was a little intoxicating, she said: "don't let it happen again or the appropriate punishment will follow."
This kind of thing happened a lot, but for some reason Lisa felt a tingle between her legs this time. A sudden rush of excitement over being yelled at, over a possible punishment.
She had never noticed how attractive Miss Turner was before. Maybe because she was always trying to avoid being told off and trying to keep her head down. She was about 6 feet tall and had beautiful long legs. She always wore skirts that were exactly the required length and no longer. Sometimes when she sat on her desk to speak to the class you could see a little more of her legs and the shadows around her panties but never as far as what kind of underwear she had on. She had long blonde hair that was always tied back neatly and conservatively. She was about 30 and wore a lot of makeup, particularly around her eyes, making them pierce right into my soul whenever she yelled Lisa. She had a light tan and dark brown eyes, almost black. Lisa always assumed she worked out because she was in good shape from what you could see. Her butt always looked lifted and round under her tight skirts. She wasn't married but Lisa always wondered if she had a boyfriend. If she did he probably wasn't fucking her because she was always so angry at her and tightly wound.
When Lisa got back to her dorm after class, she changed out of her uniform. She unbuttoned her shirt, unzipped her skirt and let everything fall to the floor standing in only her bra and panties. She let the cool breeze touch her milky white skin for a moment before grabbing a plain t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. When she was comfortable and relaxed, she sat down to do her homework. She always did her accounting homework first if she had any. Today she did. She pulled it from her book and looked over it. The first thing she noticed was the word 'slut' at the top of the page. Miss Turner couldn't have possibly written that...? Could she? She put it down to one of the other girls messing with her and forgot about it.
Then next time Lisa saw Miss Turner was on Monday period 4, right before lunch. As the girls packed up their books to leave, Miss Turner called out for her to stay behind. She grabbed her stuff and made her way to the front of the classroom while the other students filed out of the room. When she was the only one left, Miss Turner looked down at her chest and stated "Lisa, I've been able to see your bra for the entire lesson. Why do you behave like such a slut?"
Lisa looked down and one of her buttons had fallen off her shirt exposing her red bra and the top of her breasts.
"Sorry Miss. I didn't mean any disrespect."
"Sure you didn't." She replied. "If you want to come to my class looking like a whore then leave the bra off next lesson."
"What?" Lisa asked.
"On Thursday when you turn up to my class, no bra. I'll see you then." Miss turner dismissed and ushered Lisa out of the room before she could protest.
Lisa was embarrassed and angry at Miss Turner but definitely a little turned on that one of her teachers had acknowledged her breasts and told her not to wear a bra. She wondered what this meant and if she would have the guts to go to her accounting class with unsupported tits.
The night before her next accounting lesson Lisa sat quietly thinking about what she would do while she sewed her button back onto her shirt. When she woke up in the morning she put on her white matching bra and panties and got dressed. She was worried about what would happen when she turned up to accounting. If Miss Turner would make a point of humiliating her in front of her classmates. As last period got closer and closer, she began to change her mind. Maybe she should ditch the bra and keep Miss Turner happy. Or was this a test? She couldn't decide. At the very last moment before she went in, she slipped into the bathroom and pulled her bra off through her shirt stuffing it into her book bag. She tried to blend into the crowd of girls as they entered the classroom and hoped that no one would notice she was naked under her shirt.
When the class began Lisa couldn't help but notice how cold it was. Miss Turner had cranked the cold air up to mess with her. She looked down at her nipples and they were hard as rock! They were poking through her light blue shirt and she sat uncomfortably trying to hide them. When she looked up, she could see Miss Turner smirking at her. Lisa wondered if that was her imagination or her teacher was genuinely taunting her. In any case, it was exciting her a little bit and she felt slightly ashamed of the way she was starting to feel towards her teacher.
"Right, hand in your homework girls." Said Miss Turner.
Fuck! She hadn't done it! In all the madness of the last lesson, Lisa had forgotten to do her accounting homework and she pulled out the uncompleted pages. When Miss Turner came around to collect them from the girls, she got to Lisa and stared down at the empty front page.
Lisa was ready for the humiliation that was sure to follow but Miss Turner said nothing. She just quietly took the pages and got on with teaching the class. Lisa heard nothing from her all lesson. It was like she wasn't even there.
When the class was over and everyone was packing their books away and leaving the room, Lisa thought she had dodged a bullet and she had kept Miss Turner happy by coming to class bra-less. "Lisa, stay back please" she heard over the top of all the hustle. Here we go! She thought as she wandered over to hear her lecture from her least favourite teacher.
When the room was empty Miss Turner instructed her to undo her blouse. "Are you serious?" Lisa questioned. "Yes, of course. I need to see if you followed my instructions."
Lisa hesitated... She undid her top two buttons and pulled her shirt open to reveal her shoulders. When Miss Turner had seen that there were no straps, she quickly pulled her shirt closed again and tried to hide her blushing face.
"Uh" Miss Turner raised her hand to signal her to stop what she was doing.
"Show me them." she prompted.
"Show you what?" Lisa replied.
"Show me your breasts Lisa. I need to see that you followed my orders. Now get them out."
Lisa felt so much humiliation being told to bare her breasts to her teacher. But she did what she was told and pulled her shirt open to expose her beautiful, young tits.
Miss Turner grabbed her shirt and opened it right up, Lisa tried to stop her but was told her to put her hands behind her back and keep them there. She pulled her shirt down under her breasts. Lisa just stood there waiting for it all to be over.
"Mmmm, very nice. Bigger than I thought." Stated Miss Turner as she stared at Lisa's freezing cold tits.
"Now bend down and put them on the table, keep your hands behind your back". Lisa obeyed her teacher and bent over the desk realising she was about to be punished for not completing her homework. She pressed her tits into the cold desk and felt a shiver go down her spine. Lisa had never been treated this way by a teacher before and she wondered what kind of trouble she could get in at her Catholic school for having her tits out in a classroom if anyone walked in. Maybe that was her plan all along, to get Lisa expelled.
She was starting to not care as she got more and more excited by the way she was being treated by an attractive female teacher. Her vagina was tingling a little and she could feel it moisten slightly. She had not experienced this many times and wondered if her arousal was obvious to Miss Turner. She hoped not as she would probably be punished even further.
