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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?"
