"Keep your shoulders back, arms at your side, palms forward, and your feet together."Keep your shoulders back, arms at your side, palms forward, and your feet together." I turned toward her and thrust out my ample breasts, rotating my soft palmed hands forward, and locked my toes and heels. "That's satisfactory for the moment, but we will be doing something about your posture soon, won't we?" I nodded my head as she inspected my rigid body. "When I speak to you, Pamela, you will answer me as Miss Moore. Do you understand?" This eighteen year old female had me and there was nothing I could do about it. "Yes, Miss Moore," I meekly replied as a swell of sensation rose in my loins. "I'm glad you're wearing this today," continued Maggie indicating my white button-down blouse and blue flared mid- length skirt. "From now on it will only be skirts and dresses for you, with heels and stockings. No slacks and no pantyhose." "Now that we have that clear, Pamela, I want you to show me your pretty tits." I was undone. Here in the middle of my classroom where anyone might see, ordered by a teenaged martinet to display my breasts. My hands went unsteadily to the task. "Hurry," she gloated. "Are your tits as pretty as they seem, Pamela?" "Yes, Miss Moore," I croaked and my hands worked faster. "Answer completely, Pamela," she demanded. I was being taught the game well. "Yes, my breasts are pretty, Miss Moore." I pulled my blouse free, unhooked my bra, and stood as prescribed with my firm, bouncing, hard- nippled breasts free. "Shoulders back, Pamela." Back they went and, of course, out they came. She ran her smooth hands under and around, squeezing and lifting and massaging the hardening, heaving mounds. "Time to nip these nipples," she whispered in my ear. "First a little tease", closing thumb and forefinger on flinty projections, "then a very big tweeze", and sharp fingernails bit in causing a roar of pain and sexual release to rush over me. |