"Alix! What have I just said?"

Oh dear. Miss Moore has just brought me back to the classroom from my erotic daydream. Fortunately, the end-of-class bell rings while I am trying to make up an answer. Miss Moore tells me to stay behind.

"So, why weren't you paying attention?" she asks.

"I would prefer not to tell you, miss."

"Why not, young lady?"

"I'm embarrassed."

"If you won't tell me, we will have to see if you will tell Miss Spencer."

Oh dear, it is bad enough dreaming of being kissed by Miss Moore, but Miss Spencer, the head teacher, is the other teacher I fantasize about being kissed by.

A couple of more refusals and the next thing I know, Miss Moore and I are in the head teacher's study.

And I am standing in front of Miss Spencer, with Miss Moore behind me, as she demands that I tell her what I was thinking of when Miss Moore spoke to me, and, she adds, it will not go well for me if I lie.

"I was dreaming of how nice it would be to be kissed by Miss Moore."

My answer surprises both of them, although Miss Spencer recovers quickly by asking if I often think of this.

I reply, "Yes, miss, as often as I think of you kissing me."

"Really," says Miss Spencer, who manages to hide her surprise. "And what does that do for you?"

"I usually end up with wet knickers."

"Are they wet now?"

"No, miss."

"I think we need to see if she is telling the truth. Do we not, Miss Moore?"

"Definitely, Miss Spencer," replies Miss Moore.

Miss Spencer turns to me. "Take your tie off and give it to your teacher."

As I do this, she tells Miss Moore to tie my arms behind my back with my tie. This action results in my school blouse being pressed against my breasts, causing even the slightest movement to rub against my nipples and stimulate them, which in turn stimulates my cunt.

Miss Spencer, now sitting on the edge of her chair, with the hem of her skirt pulled up high enough to show her stocking tops, and with her legs slightly parted. She instructs me to stand sideways to her, then she pulls me between them so that my hip is pressed against her damp panties. One firm hand holds my arms while the other slides beneath my skirt and strokes my cotton knickers.

Now standing in front of me, Miss Moore grasps my head and pulls me into a passionate kiss. She tweaks my nipples at the same time, causing jolts of excitement in my cunt. My knickers are beginning to get damp. Miss Moore pulls back from kissing me long enough to say, "Oh, Jayne, I am getting very wet."

"Fear not, Yvonne, I have an answer to that."

Yvonne is not the only person getting wet. My cotton knickers are far from dry because of Miss Spencer's talented fingering between my thighs. Miss Spencer addresses Miss Moore.

"Sit on the couch, Yvonne, and I'll tell this little minx to lick you dry."

Before I can protest or do anything, I am pressed to my knees and being pushed towards Yvonne's wide spread legs and sopping silk panties. Yvonne pulls her knickers to one side so that I can lap her willing cunt. At this moment, I too am in need of relief from Miss Spencer's busy fingers that are stroking my cotton knickers, making them and my wanting clit even wetter.

I am getting an education from my teachers that I never expected to get, even in my wildest daydreams. It is as if they are punishing me by bringing me to the edge but not taking me the whole way. At this stage of my punishment, my knickers are soaked, and I am desperate to cum.

"Yvonne. Her knickers are soaking, so she is certainly telling the truth," says Miss Spencer, then adds, "I think we should send her home now."

She uses my tie to pull me upright, unties me, then says, "Right, young lady. Home you go."

What about my needs, I think. I'm on the edge, and even a slight rub against my clit will cause me to cum.

"Close the door on your way out."

So I am dismissed from the head teacher's study. My wet cotton knickers are teasing me with every step I take. As I am about to close the door, I hear Miss Moore's cry of satisfaction, and I can see Jayne Spencer's face buried between Yvonne's widespread legs. Obviously, they have done this in the past, and that thought excites me.

I can hardly wait to get home for more bedtime daydreaming.