"But...but I've been a good girl, Ma'am."

"Silence. You will speak when spoken to." Corrina nervously closed her mouth.

"Stand up, Gladstein." Corrina did this awkwardly, fearing she would keel over, but Adams held her, gripped her rather, as she stood up.

What delicious delight to hear her plead like that, eager to please, the way a girl should be, thought the Teacher, as she examined the girl's atire.

"So this is what you wear, Miss Gladstein? Tight little shorts...tight top, what do boys think of when they see you in these, Miss Gladstein?"

Corrina hesitated nervously, afraid of antagonising Miss Adams.

"Speak, little one." Miss Adams commanded, her voice, which had at first only mildy intimidated her, now made her whole body shake.

"They think I look nice, Ma'am."

Miss Adams laughed as she circled round Corrina, examining her. "They do not reflect well on you, Miss Gladstein. Boys look at you and think you are a slut. What do they think you are, Little Miss?"

Corrina was stunned, shocked at the subject matter, which was not in the educational curriculum. "Answer Miss Gladstein, or pain on the rump."

Corrina gulped and said, "A...A slut."

"What was that?" Miss Adams asked, smirking ever so subtly, her stern face as ever dominant.

"A slut, Ma'am." Corrina's eyes looked down.

"Again."

"A slut."

"Again!"

"A slut." Each time it got easier for Corrina to say, easier to accept. Ten times she said those words, and each time Miss Adams smile got a little bigger.

Then she departed, but not before ordering Corrina to look at the floor.

Corrina stood there, by the table, as her teacher went to get something. How did I get here, she asked? Should she escape?...she daren't, her grades would be ruined!

She returned with scissors. There were no pleasantries, no hellos or could you pleases, Miss Adams unbuttoned the front of Corrina's shorts, her long fingers close to Corrina's most intimate region. Down came the shorts, firmly and dismissively pulled down. Corrina stepped out of them. Then the scissors, cutting open her tight tee. How could she, Corrina thought, but the fact was she could.

Reduced to white bra and thong panties in front of her teacher, an unsuual situation for a girl, but one which Corrina had to accept.

That firm voice, so powerful, made Corrina shake in her undies...
"Miss Gladstein, you clearly need correction in every department, oh deary me."

Miss Adams grabbed the panties from the top, and tugged them, pulling them up, up, up, pressing the fabric against Corrina's crotch. "What do these make you look like, Miss Gladstein?"

Pulling back and forth, Miss Adams tugged the panties making the girl lean forward and back.

Corrina teared up as she hesitated...
"Answer!" Miss Adams demanded.

"A slut, Ma'am."

"A what?"

"A slut." Corrina struggled to say the humiliating words, and with each utterance, came a harsh tug of the panties, teasing her sexual area.

Ten times Miss Adams made her say those words, and each time it got easier, it became more acceptable, more normal.

Suddenly, she felt the hand of teacher on her back, pushing her across the table, bending her over. Adam's high-heels, between Corrina's ankles, pried the student's legs open.

The older woman's hands glided along the wondrous bottom, presented and helpless. Corrina was in shock, too stunned to react in any way.

"Good girls are dry, bad girls are wet...lets see what Miss Gladstein is."

Corrina felt her panties being pulled aside...

"Oooh!" Corrina yelped.