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The week following my last treatment was hell; somehow knowing I had no panties on was making me even hornier, it was all I could think about, the thrill that I could be discovered was intense.
I did sort of forget from time to time, but then I'd have to sit down in class and the cold kiss of the plastic on my bare ass sent shivers through me, and I'd quickly remember.
Sitting in Mr. Reed's class always made me feel even more horny than usual. Several times, when he wasn't looking I'd open my legs, knowing I was exposing myself to him, a dirty little secret all of my own.
I was still not allowed to touch myself. I thought he'd be able to see and if there was one thing I wanted, it was to be back on his desk getting my treatment again, so no matter how bad I wanted to do it, I didn't dare touch myself.
I was obsessed with Mr. Reed, I doodled our names intertwined, I didn't know what his first name was, and I practiced my new signature Mrs. Jenny Reed. I wondered what England was like, would he take me there as his bride? Was he an Earl or something? Mainly I was thinking about my treatment and counting down the days until the next one.
For reasons I didn't really understand, I wanted to have him touch my breasts. I guess it was the fact that everyone seemed to be talking about them, who's were the biggest, who needed a boob job and all that kind of junk. Apart from my first examination, Mr. Reed hadn't touched me there at all. I wondered if there was something wrong with mine. Lying there in bed the night before, I decided I wanted to know. After all this was my treatment, I had a right to know.
The few hours leading up to the treatment were agony. I sat through dull subject after dull subject and all the time, all I could think about was the fact I had no panties on and soon I'd get my relief.
Standing in front of Mr. Reed again, I had my hands behind my back as we had to when talking to teachers. I was wearing my school uniform of black shoes and white knee length socks, short pleated skirt, and crisp white blouse. It was under a little strain as I had deliberately worn one a size too small for my growing breasts. I had my blond hair pulled up in a long ponytail today. I waited obediently for him to finish reading the notes.
"So, how have you found it without your panties?" He asked me.
"Fine, Sir."
"Just 'fine' as in, no increased arousal for instance? Be honest it's important."
"It has made me quite wet, Sir." I whispered.
"Good." He said, a slight smile on his lips, "Now, have you touched yourself at all?"
"Oh no Sir, I've been good, I promise."
"Excellent, shall we start your treatment?"
"Err, Yes Sir," I said hesitantly.
"Is there a problem?"
"Sir, is there anything wrong with my breasts?"
"I don't think so Jenny. Is there anything you are concerned about?"
"I'm not sure, could you check me?"
Mr. Reed looked slightly stunned but said, "If you want, take off your blouse and bra then."
OMG, I'd done it, I felt amazed and terrified at the same time, would he like them, would he find anything wrong with them? With trembling fingers, I undid the buttons on my blouse and fumbled off my bra, suddenly self-conscious, I covered my chest as I faced him semi-naked for the first time. Mr. Reed smiled that gorgeous smile at me and I went all gooey again. I relaxed and stood in front of him and put my hands behind my back like a good girl and pushed my chest out ever so slightly. Mr. Reed came round to my side of the desk, leaned back on the edge, and surveyed me. He stood up and put his hands on my shoulders.
"Are you ok, you look like you're going to faint?"
I shook my head vigorously in denial, suddenly aware that the action was making my boobs jiggle right in front of him, blushing I stared at the floor.
"We may as well get this skirt off you too."
Without waiting for a reply, he tugged the skirt down past my hips and let it fall on the floor, taking one hand he helped me step out of it. He must have seen how hard my nipples were. To him, it must have been so obvious what I wanted. I was putty in his hands. He sat me on the edge of the desk facing him.
"You want me to check your breasts."
"Yes please, Sir." I replied, pushing my breasts up at him. His strong hand cupped me perfectly, my whole breast filling his hand. To me it looked wonderful, he lifted my breasts and slowly ran his finger round my nipple gently rubbing it and teasing me. Then he moved over to the other breast and again cupped me and ran his finger around my nipple making the sensitive flesh even more taught.
"They seem to be perfect to me."
