All fictional parties involved are 18+ and all events inside are a work of fiction. Please enjoy my fantasy and let me know what you thought of it.
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The smile on her face must have been what gave her away. That, or the slight fidgeting in her chair accompanied by the infrequent glances up from her lap to the front of the room in a poor attempt to look like she was paying attention.
Mr. Mason cleared his throat, clearly unhappy with the complete lack of disrespect for his class. It surprised him that Trixie was misbehaving, she wasn't the class clown nor was she exactly a wallflower. Still, she was a good student and he had high expectations of her. His displeasure was only visible to anyone who looked at his face as he stalked down the aisle, approaching Trixie from behind. He had peeked over her shoulder and had caught sight of what was on her screen. He masked his surprise well, the only indication of it being a raised eyebrow.
Without hesitation he bent down and took possession of her cell phone, not making any attempt to avoid physical contact. His knuckles brushed the soft fabric of her skirt as he discovered her fingers were wet.
The look of terror and shock that washed over the little girl before him made Mr. Mason's pants grow tight as he took the confiscated phone to his desk. He had kept his finger on the screen so that it wouldn't lock on him.
"Now it's time to take out your novels and read chapter seven silently." He took a seat behind his mahogany desk, locking eyes with Trixie who resembled a deer in headlights more and more with each passing moment. When he was certain that only her fearful eyes were on him did he give a dark, knowing grin. He could have sworn he heard her whimper from across the room but his focus had shifted to the little device in his hand- and the sweet, soft pink lips that sat splayed open on the screen. The timestamp said that she had taken the picture moments before he had seized the phone, which held a slightly musky scent. Mr. Mason leisurely scrolled up in her conversation, his other hand rubbing the bulge in his dress pants.
Trixie couldn't keep her heart from leaping out of her throat. She had her book open on her desk but the words could have been greek for all she knew. She could see him scrolling through her phone, indulging on the erotic texts she had been exchanging with a boy from another class. Not to mention the pictures she had taken both before and during Mr. Mason's class. Watching him like this made her both so incredibly uneasy and somehow even hornier than what she was. This wasn't right at all.
She was completely at his mercy at this point. If she called attention the fact that he was invading her privacy, Trixie ran the risk of the whole class finding out her dirty little secret. The thought of turning from an average student to an easy slut over the course of a period made her stomach turn. Mr. Mason seemed perfectly content to make her suffer silently, with the occasional glance at her with a gleam in his eye. He was enjoying this. What did that mean for her?
Her torment seemed unending, the hands on the clock ticking by ever so slowly. She was struggling with how to proceed, the helplessness proving too great and before she fully realized what was she was doing she was standing in front of his desk. Her knuckles were white as she dug her nails into her palms, her uneasiness growing as she felt the weight of his gaze on her.
"M-Mr. Mason? M-may I please.. Ah.. May I pl-please use the restroom?" That was the best she could come up with, a small reprieve from his judgemental stare sounded heavenly. He placed her phone on the desk, letting her see that he had found some unsavory videos she had taken recently and he leaned forward, hands clasped under his chin. When he spoke, his voice was low and it sent a shiver down her spine.
"You may not, Beatrice." His eyes flickered down to her phone and then to the brim of her skirt before returning to her red face, "Return to your seat at once. Oh- and do keep your hands above your desk for the remainder of class."
She paled considerably, a whimper caught in her throat as she whispered "Yes Mr. Mason..." before turning on her heels and making her way back to her seat. She could feel his eyes on her ass and she did her best to sink into her chair, being mindful that her hands were visible at all times while her thighs rubbed together with a need for friction.
He thoroughly savored watching Trixie sweat out what consequences she might be facing. He had finished going through her phone and finding every juicy picture she had. Mr. Mason didn't even hesitate to send the best ones to himself. He felt that she could still use some practice with her camerawork. He casually looked over at her writhing in her seat and he grinned at her. Setting her phone on the desk he made his round of the classroom, making sure that everyone was on task.
As he passed her he said in a firm voice, "See me after class." that made her audibly whimper. Enough so that her neighboring pupil looked over with a curious expression. Trixie avoided his gaze and only nodded in response to their teacher. The remainder of class was spent in agonizing silence for one and tantalizing anticipation with the other.
She was the last one to rise from her seat and she trudged up to his desk with ever increasing dread. Trixie didn't know how to start or what to say to get her way out of this. Mr. Mason's critical leer left her even more speechless than before, so he started and she could only simply stumble along behind him as her heart threatened to give out.
"I am deeply disappointed in you, Beatrice. I did not expect a fine girl like you to behave in such vulgar ways. What do you have to say for yourself?" He pressed his fingers together as he eyed her judgingly over his glasses.
"I-I d-don't.. I was j-just.. Ahh I don't kn-know how to explain it Mr. Mason.. St-stupid kid stuff?" She knew her reasoning was weak and she felt worse when he chuckled at her.
"Oh but Beatrice, those were
very
adult activities you were partaking in. And within my class. You should be ashamed of yourself."
She went to protest but she was silenced with a dismissive wave of his hand. That hand that collected her phone in order to slowly move in front of her face in a taunting manner.
"We'll be seeing what your parents have to say about this, little girl. I will be holding your phone overnight and you might be able to pick it up tomorrow. That of course, depends on how tonight goes. Good Day, Beatrice."
She stood there balking at him for a few minutes longer before the next class started filling in and she had no other option but to leave. The rest of her day was spent in a haze, one that even Aiden was barely able to pull her out of. He had been complaining to her that she had left him hanging in the bathroom with a stiffy and that he had to get back to science class while still needing to burst.
Trixie apologized and promised to make it up to him somehow, as one would when making such commitments when mentally being worlds away. She didn't quite hear what he was going on about and simply continued nodding and yessing him to death.
"So the bleachers after school. Great."
"Yeah I'll see you there." She agreed, the location jarring her back to reality. She wasn't ready to do anything at all sexually at this point, with the knots still tied in her stomach from English class but she was also undeniably horny. Maybe Aiden could help take the edge off of her anxiety. At least being with him would help kill some time before she went home to the chopping block.
They had two more classes to go before then and by the time she was convinced that she was at least not going to puke. Her last class of the day was Home Ec and this semester's rotation was cooking. Getting her hands messy in some dough helped relax her a bit more and she was almost in a cheery mood when the final bell had rung to signal their freedom.
