Dirty Little Delinquent

An excerpt from Dirty Little Delinquent

"Please, Mr. Farmer! I really have to go!" She was hopping up and down now, unable to write anymore. The chalk trembled in one hand while the other shamelessly squeezed the crotch of her panties.

"How bad could you possibly have to go," Mr. Farmer asked incredulously. "The class is only an hour long—"

"Please! I can't hold it!" she begged. She was so pretty, so desperate. The young teacher couldn't help but torment her further to teach her a lesson.

"I'll make you a deal, Dottie."

"Anything!" She stopped even trying to write and squeezed her thighs together, lifting her skirt and squeezing her crotch desperately thru her panties.

"Hear me out, girl," he said. "If you are actually willing to do something embarrassing—" as if the poor girl weren't already "—it will prove that you are telling the truth. And I will reduce your punishment by twenty-five sentences."

Dottie looked up at the board. Forty-eight examples of I will not disrupt class stared back. "I'll take off my blouse!" she said, and immediately began unbuttoning it.

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