#72095 - Perhaps Miss Norman saw what I was doing under the desk; perhaps my facial expression gave me away; who knows? Suddenly her voice burst into my into my private world “Rachael! What on earth do you think you’re doing? Stand up girl!” I rose to my feet, frantically pushing my skirt down as I did so, but not with complete success because the hem at the front became caught up and I was exposed before the class in my hot date knickers and it was also quite obvious to everyone what I had so recently been doing. I’m sitting at my desk in class, its one of those with a sloping hinged lid and my bottom is perched on a hard wooden chair. My bottom was a fiery crimson with most of the ten strokes clearly visible over the throbbing swollen orbs and I was wildly sexually excited and actually brought myself to a climax standing in front of the mirror.