"Well now Mr. , isn't that an interesting development."
Her eyes, half closed and sharped, and clearly pointed in a direction towards your crotch, and it is 100% certain that Miss Stoller has noticed your erection. Of course, all that said, you do what you're supposed to - feign ignornace and deny everything. You're no schmuck.
"What is, ma'am?" You take great pains to contort your face into the most doe-eyed naive expression imaginable.
"Cute. Very cute. Listen, I know the stories that cycle through this school. But be certain, just because I'm a disciplinarian doesn't mean I'm unfamiliar with the concept of erections."
"Yes ma'am." you say.
"Or the purpose." She continued.
"Yes ma'am."
"But what I'm curious about, Mr. , is the cause."
"Ma'am?"
"If I must make my question clearer by speaking crudely, I will. What is it, exactly, that gave you a hard-on?"
You admit nothing, definitely not the truth. "I... I don't know, ma'am?"
"Come, what was it now? Merely being de-pantsed? Or was it the spanking? Or was it, simply, the mere act of having a woman in a position of power over you?"
At this point, you are actually confused by her questions. "I... As I said, I don't know, ma'am."
"That's fine, Mr. . I believe your answers are self-evident. You may go back to your room now. I'm sure you have more preparations to do."
What a confusing conversation! It was sounding as though Miss Stoller was coming on to you, but she didn't make any sort of outward move. Or did she? Was this how college graduates hit on each other, and you were just too stupid to realize it.
You get back to unpacking your things, but are again interrupted. |