Mr. Peters and the Panties

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"I'll be good, I promise!" Marilyn continued to plead for forgiveness, for compassion, for mercy.

Alan could feel himself getting close. He again wondered if it would be wrong to ejaculate in the class. It probably would be, but when a boy starts getting this close his mind is not always terribly rationale. Somehow what is right and wrong begins to escape one's awareness. His eyes fixed on the girl's squirming bottom, her winking blinking butt hole, and the gyrating, wriggling wet glistening bare cunnie lips. He gripped his dick tightly in his fist, stroking himself toward the lovely blissful climactic state.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"I'll keep my panties dry from now on, Mr. Peters. I promise!"

Mr. Peters could feel his own hand stinging a bit. He never spanked a girl so hard as to cause any serious pain. That was never the purpose or point of the New School method of student discipline. In fact, no girl was ever spanked to the point of a tear. On the contrary, many of the girls obtained a happy ending to a disciplinary session (such as Emily in the morning), leaving with a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment, as well as learning a very valuable lesson. Marilyn's bottom though, or at least the lower half, was taking on a pretty good red tinge.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Marilyn let go of the edge of the table and covered her face with her hands. She felt more embarrassed than physically pained, her face perhaps as red as her bottom.

"Control yourself, Alan," Miss Harding called out to the young man, noticing his evident enthusiasm with Marilyn's shameful display. "Unless you want to take a turn on Mr. Peters' desk."

Alan quickly stopped, his heart though racing, his balls yearning for release.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Mr. Peters then stopped as well. "Yes, well, I believe that will do. What do you think, Marilyn?" he asked as he lowered her ankles back down.

Marilyn uncovered her face and smiled gratefully up at her professor, her cute dimples now appearing. "Oh, yes sir, that will do fine, sir. Thank you, sir."

He smiled back. She was such a cute girl. He might have felt a bit of guilt over the spanking if not for the fact that it was all for her own good. "Yes, well, you will keep your panties clean from now on, won't you, young lady?"

"Oh, yes sir, I will," Marilyn replied with as much sincerity she could muster as she gingerly slipped off the desk. Not waiting for his instruction she dutifully reached down, grasped the hem of her skirt, and pulled it back up to again expose herself.

"Well, I suspect I should check up on you in the future," Mr. Peters suggested.

"Oh yes sir, absolutely, I understand, Mr. Peters," and before he could say anything further she made her way back to her seat, her wet panties remaining tangled around her ankles. She sat down a bit awkwardly, the lower half of her bottom so very warm and tingly, her pussy as well. Mr. Peters' spanking had not met all the hopes of her fantasy in getting caught with wet panties in class. In her fantasy the professor had required her to let all of the boys in the class masturbate into her panties, and then she was forced to wear them for the rest of the class (see "A very spunky lady"). But, it's probably not realistic to expect reality to match all of one's fantasies.

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The professor did indeed conduct a few spot checks of Marilyn's panties during the course of the rest of the semester. He didn't necessarily require that she raise her skirt. He didn't want to unduly embarrass the girl. He would instead just reach under her skirt and feel around a bit, sometimes even slipping his fingers down into her panties, just to be sure. He found that if he explored long enough he did eventually detect a bit of moisture, but a little sniff indicated that it was her own wetness rather than a boy's.

Marilyn didn't mind. One time she even purposely missed an appointment and then sought out the professor on the commons so that he could explore inside her panties with his fingers, as her boyfriend, Mike, watched from a safe distance. That had been particularly fun, as it was a delicate balance making sure that nobody could see them, yet still having her boyfriend be able to see them. Once the professor was finished she scampered over to Mike, so that he could then give her panties a real good soaking behind their usual bush.

The rest of the current day's class though was a bit difficult for the professor, as well as for the students. Miss Harding had left but Mandy, Judy, Dorothy, and Marilyn still provided quite a distraction with their feloniously sexy panties tangled around their ankles. Their skirts did provide an effective cover for what their panties were supposed to be hiding but the sight of the colorful, lacy, intimate feminine finery being so shamefully displayed around the ankles was well appreciated by the boys, and the professor. Plus, it was nice to imagine how the girls were now sitting bare ass on the cool wooden seats.

Mr. Peters occasionally called upon one of them to answer a question, providing everyone in the class an excuse to look at them. He even had Dorothy and Judy come up to the front of the class to write on the board. He didn't, though, require that they again lift their skirts. It seemed to be enough of a lesson for the girls just to have to clumsily proceed to the front of the class with their panties tangled around their feet.

Class was perhaps most difficult for Alan, who had to repeatedly stroke his cock to keep it hard, although he did appreciate the vision of the girls' panties to help him along. By the end of the class his balls were really aching.

Of course, the presence of his naked erection was rather distracting for many of the girls as well. A few titters were occasionally heard when Alan reached down to once again prime the pump.

Dorothy stole quite a few glances. The presence of Alan's naked erection did help to remind her that things could be worse for her. At least she wasn't as exposed as Alan. Plus, she had to admit that she found the presence of his naked hard cock to be kind of fun. How often do you get to see a naked erect penis in a mathematics class? It certainly offset the boredom of the lecture.

Mandy couldn't help but look as well, although she never did so for long. She found it's presence to be rather embarrassing and troubling. Still, she couldn't help but notice that she was feeling a bit warm and moist, down there. She was very grateful that Mr. Peters didn't make her come to the front of the class, as she had been worried that there might in fact be a wet spot on the seat of her chair. Now, that would be really embarrassing!

By the end of class Mr. Peters was feeling almost as randy as Alan. It had been a pretty demanding day so far, with the punishment of Emily in the morning, the panty inspection in the late afternoon, followed by Marilyn's spanking. Marilyn's naughty escapade though provided him with an idea.

When the class was over he instructed, "Mandy, Judy, and Dorothy, you can pull your panties up now, but only to your thighs. I want all three of you to come with me to my office. Your punishment is not quite over."

The hearts of Mandy, Judy, and Dorothy sank to their ankles, joining their panties. With the class ending they had assumed that their punishment would be over. It had certainly been severe enough. All through class boys kept looking at them, or more accurately at their panties. Of course, it could have been worse. They could have received a spanking like Marilyn!

Mr. Peters instructed her,"Marilyn, please leave your panties on my desk. We can't have you putting them back on in the state they're in."

"No sir," Marilyn meekly agreed as she got up from her desk and bent over to remove her panties. She dutifully took them up to Mr. Peters as the other students made their way out of the room, generally shrinking from her, not wanting to get any of her boyfriend's cum on them.

Mr. Peters was amused by their timidity. A little cum never hurt anybody.

Mandy, Judy, and Dorothy got up from their seats and pulled their panties up to their thighs as the other boys and girls squeezed by them, the boys smiling with pleasure, the girls with amusement. It wasn't that easy to park one's panties around one's thighs. They naturally wanted to fall back down. The girls made their way up to Mr. Peters who was waiting patiently for them by his desk, Marilyn's wet panties in his left hand.

"Yes, well, I'm not going to put you young ladies through any undue humiliation. You don't have to have your panties around your ankles as we proceed to my office."

The girls were shocked to hear that such a thing had even been a possibility. They were very lucky indeed!

"Alright then, c'mon along with me, and don't dawdle."

The girls scampered along behind him. It wasn't that easy to scamper though with one's panties around one's thighs. Dorothy and Mandy quickly learned it was best to hold onto them through their skirts as they would otherwise feel them slipping down. It looked a little funny but it also helped in holding the skirt down, at least in front. There was a pretty good breeze and they hardly wanted their skirts to fly up when their pussies and bottoms were so exposed.

Judy though was rather laden down with books, along with her purse, and so attempted to keep her panties up by keeping her legs a bit apart as she walked. However, she soon paid the price when a sudden breeze lifted her skirt up from behind, providing the boys behind her with a very pretty show of her taut little tush, along with her rolled up light blue lace panties.

The boys did of course wonder why the girl was wearing her panties like that but whatever the reason they were certainly very appreciative.

And, it got even worse for Judy when her panties suddenly slipped down her thighs to her knees. She reached for them with the hand holding her purse but then stumbled and proceeded to kick her purse as she struggled to get hold of the panties, which slipped from her hand and then fell all the way down to her ankles. The only good news was that she didn't hurt herself, but she was most assuredly providing a very pleasing view from behind, as her bottom was well up in the air, not even needing a breeze to reveal her soft round white fanny and pretty feminine pouch.

Mr. Peters halted his hurried stroll and stepped back to help the young lady. "Here dear, let me help you get these back up. Your hands are a bit full." He reached for Judy's panties.

"Oh no! No, no, that's alright, Mr. Peters. I can manage." It was bad enough to have her panties fall down right in front of so many students walking by. It was much worse to have her professor help her get them back up again, like she was just a little girl with her daddy helping her get dressed in public. She tried to stop him, pressing against his arm with her hand, but she was so laden down that she really couldn't resist his help very effectively. Her face turned so deeply red as she stood there while he pulled her panties up her calves, past her knees and then rolled them up around her thighs, all the while various students, girls and boys alike, pointed, whispered, and giggled. He did at least though keep her skirt down so that nobody saw anything.

"Here," the professor suggested, when he was done, "Let me hold your books for you. That way you can use your free hand to keep them from slipping down again."

"Oh...yes, um, yes, thank you, Mr. Peters," she graciously replied as she handed him her books. She was pleasantly surprised at that, and relieved. It was rather considerate of him. She had never had a professor carry her books before. She couldn't help but smile as they made the rest of the way safely to his office, albeit still being trailed by a group of guys, like hungry wolves waiting for a young lamb to again slip and stumble.

When they arrived he ushered the three girls inside and closed the door behind them. "Now, if you would, girls, raise your skirts up again so that we can all see your panties."

The girls did as he instructed, doing their best to reveal no more than their panties. It was nevertheless still rather embarrassing. They kept their eyes averted from Mr. Peters', their faces blushing.

"No, no girls," Mr. Peters admonished them. "There would hardly be any reason to have your panties down if your skirts were down as well. Pull your skirts as high as you can."

Faces became even redder and hotter as the girls pulled the hems of their skirts all the way up to their young, round bosoms, as if they were intentionally showing off their girlish cunnies to the professor.

It was a very endearing sight and Mr. Peters had to again call upon all his years of training not to smile with lustful delight. His dick though did much of the talking for him, swelling in his pants at the vision of three pretty coeds holding up their plaid skirts so that his eyes could enjoy the pleasure of three pairs of fetching panties curled around the girls' thighs, just inches beneath three alluring naked cunnies. He wondered if perhaps he could somehow convince all of the girls in his class to pose like this at the end of the semester. It would make for a nice class picture, but he realized it would be rather sexist of him if he didn't include the boys as well.

It was difficult to say which girl was the prettiest: Mandy's elfish slit across her shaven mound, resting above her colorfully and playfully adorned violet cotton panties; or Judy's trimmed coif delicately adorning her thick feminine lips framed beneath by her sheer light blue lace; or Dorothy's glistening hairy crack above her red and white rolled up boy-short panties. He couldn't really decide and, besides, it was best not to have any favorites in class. He always felt that each girl was precious and charming in her own special way, and certainly no more so than right now.

"Now, young ladies," Mr. Peters began to lecture. "I hope you realize how important it is to obey the college's rules and honor its principles."

"Oh yes sir!" "Of course, sir!" "Honest I do," they all quickly exclaimed.

"I'm not so sure you do. I imagine you regret having had to wear your panties around your ankles for the rest of the class, but you were apparently not so concerned, not so responsible, when you made the decision this morning to flaunt college policy."

"No sir," "I guess not," "I'm really sorry," they responded, this time rather softly.

"The college dress code is there for quite a number of reasons. It's not just so that your parents can save money on your allowance. A school uniform expresses your pride in being a Templeton coed. It demonstrates your school spirit. A uniform dress code is also a means of everyone bonding, acting in concert to dream, challenge, and succeed as one common Templeton family. Do you really want to set yourselves apart from the rest of the student body?"

Well, now that he put it that way, he did seem to have a point. "Oh, no sir, not at all, sir." they quickly agreed, their feet though shifting a bit at the discomfort of still having to display their young pussies for the professor.

"Here, look for yourself!" Mr. Peters quickly undid his belt and slacks, dropped them to his ankles, and stepped out of his slacks, now standing before the young ladies pantless, his own white jockey briefs fully exposed. "See! I am not myself, as a faculty member, required to wear regulation underwear yet I even do so voluntarily and enthusiastically!"

The girls' eyes all widened with shock. They were indeed impressed that Mr. Peters was adhering to the dress code. He was clearly demonstrating his school pride, as well as serving as a very inspirational role model for his students. They would have to give him credit for that. But, it was not just his briefs that was inspiring. It was the fact that his tight underwear was sporting a very evident, very large bulge.

"Mr. Peters!" "Oh my goodness!" Judy and Mandy exclaimed. Dorothy just smiled.

"Don't you realize, girls, how disappointing it is for a professor to have students not share in the enthusiasm for Templeton College, who don't embrace its traditions and values."

"I'm sorry, sir." "We understand."

"And, on top of that, I suspect that wearing your panties at your ankles for the rest of the class was a difficult distraction for many of the boys in the class."

"But that wasn't our decision, Mr. Peters," Dorothy suggested.

Mr. Peters furrowed his brow, not appreciating that one of the girls was actually arguing with him. "It wasn't your decision, young lady," he sternly replied, "but it was a direct and immediate consequence of your actions."

"Yes sir," she softly acknowledged.

"Goodness, look at me," he suggested. "I'm a professor and I was myself quite distracted. My lecture today on Bayesian statistics was well under par, largely due to you three young ladies. Do you see the problem you created? The education of all of your fellow classmates was significantly compromised."

They had all three very much definitely noticed the "problem," and it was making Mandy and Judy rather uncomfortable. Dorothy bit her lower lip as she continued to ponder it.

"We're sorry, Mr. Peters," Mandy offered.

"What do you think this is like for a professor?" Mr. Peters asked.

That was actually a pretty difficult question. It wasn't really clear to any of them what it was like for a boy to have an erection, other than to appreciate that he was apparently rather excited. Still, they did understand the professor's point. "Well," Mandy offered, "I guess it must be a little embarrassing." She suspected she would be very embarrassed to have her erection poking out in front of a class, and would most definitely be embarrassed at having to show it to three young coeds like this.

"Yes, it most certainly is, and I have a rather important departmental meeting coming up."

Well, that was good news. Clearly they weren't going to be lectured for very long.

"Do you realize how inappropriate it would be for me to display an erection during the meeting?"

Mandy blushed as she thought about that. She considering suggesting that he at least put his pants back on, but then realized that was silly as of course he would do that. She didn't say anything.

"Well, apparently you don't. So, I will need to have you girls prepare a five-page essay on why it is important for young ladies to wear regulation white panties to class."

The girls all protested in unison. "What?!" "Oh no!" "That's not fair!" They really, really, really hated to write essays. Mr. Peters had told them why it was important to adhere to the college regulation, but how could one stretch that out to a five-page paper?

"Double-spaced?" Judy asked.

Mr. Peters sighed with exasperation. "Yes, Judy, double-spaced. Plus references! I want your essay to include at least five references!"

The girls howled in protest again. "What?!" "References?!" "Where are we going to get those?!" "This is just so unfair!"

Dorothy had a mind to let her skirt drop back over her cunnie, but she knew that might lead to a spanking. Disobeying a college professor was a very, very serious offense. She was not about to go through what happened to Marilyn.

"Well, unless you girls can think of an alternative, you have left with me no choice."

Judy offered, "What about a spanking?" Her face blushed at the thought of being spanked on her bare bottom by the male professor, but a spanking in the relative privacy of his office was far better than having to write an essay. The spanking would be over in a few minutes. The essay would probably take her a whole week to do, plus she so much hated to write essays. She would do just about anything to get out of writing an essay.