Emma Watson's Humiliating Experience (RoleplayMaster x Anasyrma)

[RoleplayMaster]

Watching the young starlet walking into his office, the headmaster of Brown University was doing his best to hide his smile. Emma Watson, star of the Harry Potter series, had no clue what was about to befall her. She had been asked into the office to discuss the upcoming school year, unaware of the issues facing her in continuing her educational side of life. He waited for the girl to sit down, and the older gentleman of 62 years of age peered at her through his glasses.

"Miss... Watson." He said slowly, pretending that he didn't know who she was, merely reading the words from his papers. "You've re-enrolled here at Brown University to continue your studies, and have been requested to attend this meeting to discuss your academic future. It is due to your excellent grades that you have been granted this meeting, so well done." He paused, giving her a curt smile. The man wanted her put in a false sense of security before crushing it quickly. No real reason, just his own amusement.

After his pause, he continued. "However... While you have completed... four years here, your fifth year, you were no where to be found." He deadpanned, staring harshly at her. As she began to think about his words, she would realise that the paperwork to defer her education for a year, had not been handed in. Her mobile number had changed after a rather persistent stalker had found it. So for all intents and purposes, she had meant to be at the university rather than filming for the Deathly Hallows movies. "With a year of a missing student, you have been expelled from Brown University."

The man fell silent as her inevitable pleading and whatnot would occur. Expelling would not stop her education, but it would make the last four years of her educational life pointless. She would have to re-enroll and take four years of the subject she already knew top to bottom, and then finish her final year. A five year degree taking her nine years! But thankfully, he heard the magic words "I'll do anything."

"Well..." He sighed, staring at his papers again as if he didn't know this was where the conversation was going to be heading. "There is one program that has opened up recently and is lacking for volunteers. The highschool a few blocks away has a new 'Adult Studies' class. It's a class for the senior students to take for preparing for adult life. You can imagine what sort of classes they'd be." He didn't elaborate. While she would assume it would be classes like taxes and stuff, it would be of an entirely different nature.

"Anyway, this Adult Studies class needs an assistant. They haven't filled me in on all the details, but they are looking for someone to take the class for the year and help the teacher out a bit. This class is once every few days, and you'll have to manage your University study around it. Are you interested?" He asked.

As he waited for her reply, he reached into a drawer and pulled out a contract to hand her. "This is a contract between you, us, and the highschool. By signing below, you are promising to continue your university studies, and appear each and every lesson of Adult Studies. You miss a lesson, you will be expelled. You attend a lesson and do not participate, you will be expelled. Additionally, if you discuss this class with anyone, you will be expelled." He watched silently, fully expecting to see a signature from her mere moments after handing her the paper.

 

[Anasyrma]

Emma didn’t relish being noticed for her status as a celebrity while away from her work and media appearances. Yet, she couldn’t just turn off her natural aura. It was inscribed into her posture, into the very way she walked and carried herself. People noticed, here walked someone who was driven. Who was accomplished, who had succeeded in handling and expanding an accelerated career and was determined to leave her child star image behind for good, to finally transition into a respected movie star.

Part of that transition was to finish her studies. She wanted to prove to the world and to herself that she could intellectually contribute to the productions she would take part in. Not that she had much doubt about being able to do so. But the credentials would give her own self-assuredness some much-needed weight. Her Harry-Potter-movie-fame, as massive as it was, would only be able to carry her so far.

She continued to appear unflappable as she sat down in the headmaster’s office. After all, what could she expect apart from further commendation?
Though as the news hit her like a brick to the face, it turned out that the building that was her composure had a foundation of sand.
‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckfuck. How the hell can-’ Her face switched through an array of emotions, first wide-eyed with shock, then scrunched up in confused anger, then the realization made her grow pale. The paperwork… on that day, she had been so busy, and so happy to finally get that done. So satisfied, that when she put it away to send it out later, she had filed it away in her mind. And never actually did send it… it was her own fault!
But not a reality she could accept.

“Please! There has to be something we can work out? Some loophole? W-we can arrange something! We can both benefit from this, right? I mean it, I’m offering up myself, I’ll do anything!”
She would have chastised herself for how far she had fallen in just a few seconds, if the panicked need to rectify her mistake hadn’t been in complete control of her mental processes. Begging and pleading like that, it was pathetic! Only barely had she kept herself from actually offering him a bribe. That could have torpedoed her career real quick.

When the headmaster finally offered up the solution, Emma took deep breaths to calm herself and listened intently, nodding after every sentence. It almost didn’t matter what he was saying, since she didn’t really have a choice but to take whatever he was offering. And compared to where she would have drawn the line, it sounded laughably harmless.
Assisting with an Adult Studies class? Sounded like something that would look great on a resume. Teaching kids about the adult world. Filing taxes, getting insurance, avoiding scams, maybe stuff about career choices and job searching. What else could such a class possibly be about? Adult movies? Hah. Not likely.

The clause about the secrecy seemed a bit weird, but due to her movie work, Emma was familiar with different forms of non-disclosure agreements, so it didn’t give her much pause before signing with a flourish. Though her previous experience had also fostered a bad habit - she didn’t ever read the whole contract, and didn’t do so now. She was so used to them being brokered by an agent or having gone through negotiations and being edited by trusted third parties, that actually spending even one second reading the legal mumbo-jumbo registered as nothing but a waste of time to her.
She left the office feeling like she dodged a bullet.




As she walked through the hallways of the school the next day, Emma had to admit to herself that she was a little bit nervous. Compared to her work as an actress and all the stressful appointments that were part of stardom, this assistant gig shouldn’t even appear on her radar, yet for all those much scarier things, she had always been prepped, sometimes by a literal team of people whose job it was to keep her informed, trained, prepared, focused. Even if it was just her own mom helping her with her lines before her first audition.
Being without any solid information at all, and having to face that nebulous situation on her own, was a feeling she hadn’t been exposed to for a long time.

That being said, there were ways to reduce the uncertainty, one of them being her choice of outfit. Dressing the right way for the job could go a long way to mitigate any blunders she might commit. As an assistant, she figured, it would be best to dress a little more conservatively, while avoiding the air of authority that was reserved for the teacher.
With her white, long-sleeve button-up blouse, and matching black vest and half-long skirt, she was relatively sure not to look too fashionable. Black pantyhose kept her from showing too much leg - it wouldn’t do at all to risk distracting the boys! Ordinary black, flat shoes completed the look.
She had been tempted to put her hair up in a bun, but that would have screamed ‘teacher’, so she let it flow open, which wasn’t any kind of impediment, at its current shoulder-length.

“Room 502. There we are…” Taking a calming breath, she wiped any evidence of nervousness from her aura, and knocked on the door.

 

[RoleplayMaster]

As the knock hit the door, the sound inside the classroom suddenly went silent. Footsteps approached the door and it opened, revealing the face of a gentleman in his forties. "Emma?" He asked with a small smile. His hair was black with a bit of grey, a little stubble across his cheeks. He stood about half a foot taller than the actress, wearing a plain white shirt and jeans. His body was fairly average, like a dad bod but without too much muscle.

"Please, come in." He welcomed her, stepping to the side to allow her inside. The classroom was like any other classroom she had sat in, though if she looked closer there would be a few differences. Notably, a fridge behind the teacher's desk, a cupboard in the back of the room that was padlocked shut, and a chair was in front of the teacher's desk, facing the students. He didn't address any of that though, instead turning to face his students. The class was small, such an exclusive subject it was hard to keep it down to 10 students. But the school had done a good job diversifying the students. Up front were two nerdier looking students, one incredibly skinny with a bit of acne and thick brimmed glasses, the other the chubbiest student of the class. The chubby student seemed to barely fit in his chair, and his curly hair almost made him look balding.

Next, someone Emma would assume of Indian descent due to his skin colour. Not that she'd know it now, but he was the foreign exchange student, and was not good at the English language. There were two jocks, one coming from a football background, which she would tell just from the muscle on him. He looked the oldest and most attractive, even with a bit of facial hair himself. The other jock also barely fit in his chair, mostly due to his height. Basketballer.

The other students she was beginning to study when the teacher began to speak, so her attention would be diverted elsewhere.

"Sorry for the interruption class, but I have a special treat for you. For the rest of the year, young Emma here will be assisting us in class." He informed him. Instantly, chatter erupted between the students, excitable as they instantly recognised the young star. "Yes yes, that's enough." He quietened them down.

"Now, as you all know, the class is made to help prepare you for adult life. Of course, this will be anything and everything you might encounter. We might open up suggestions from the class at some point, but for a few months we do have lessons planned." He assured them. "Emma, could you please take a seat?" He requested, gesturing to the spot in front of the class.

As she sat down, he approached the fridge and pulled out a box of beer. A few of the more popular kids began joking around. Clearly they had had beer before. "Now... today's lesson is on alcohol. The ups and downs of it, the taste, and the effect." He informed his students. Grabbing the first bottle out, he cracked the cap off and put it on his desk for himself to enjoy. Slipping the second cap off, he handed it to Emma. "Now, Emma, tell the class what you think of the beer? Smell it first and give your thoughts, then do the same after a sip, and then after chugging the rest down."

 

[Anasyrma]

Emma was a bit cross about being introduced as a ‘special treat’, though it was understandable, given her immense popularity, especially in this demographic. Downplaying or ignoring her celebrity status was doomed to fail anyway, so there really was no choice but to acknowledge it in some way from the beginning. The ‘young Emma’, on the other hand, was totally uncalled for! She might not be that much older than these kids, but she was an adult! She had a full-fledged career. She’d have agreed to a first-name basis instead of ‘Mrs. Watson’ when asked, probably, but not to being infantilized.
Oh well. She’d have to remember to bring it up after class. Nothing to be gained from undermining the teacher’s authority in front of everyone. Such a small blow to her pride was negligible.

Being seated facing everyone like this, like the centerpiece on a stage, was a little weird, as was the fridge, yet none of it weirded Emma out enough to show on her face, as she sat down, smiled warmly, and greeted the students. They came in all shapes and sizes, and some, she had to admit, were easier to look at than others, yet she was determined to treat each and every one the same. All of them were human beings on the inside! Her ambition was to promote looking past superficiality.
She was a little disappointed that there were no girls. Oh well. Surely the school already had a consultant for promoting and encouraging female participation in all electives. Emma was happy to be a female role model for the boys, too - they’d learn that being an adult was unisex.

‘Alcohol. Huh. Yeah, they probably all drink anyway, so better to educate them about it’, Emma thought appreciatively. Granted, having an actual refrigerated bottle of beer in class probably wasn’t necessary, but it definitely caught their attention.
She was quite a bit more apprehensive about actually drinking it.
“I should, like - drink? In here…?”, she mouthed silently toward the teacher, despite his instructions having been clear. Hm. No problem. It was unusual, but since everyone present was of age…
“Right. So. This is a lager. Not my favourite, since when I drink I prefer IPA, but it’s refrigerated! My advice: Never drink warm beer!”
Emma didn’t have to prove she could be fun - she just wanted to show them she was a person, a human, like them. She wouldn’t be able to assist the class while constantly being put on celebrity pedestal.
“The smell… myeah, it’s alright, we don’t drink it for the smell, do we? It’s not a smell we want on our clothes or in our breath, either.”
She took more than a sip - you sipped wine, not beer! Instead, she took three gulps, as one liked to do with a freshly opened, cool bottle of beer.
“Aah. Nothing if not refreshing. Though I already feel it making me a tiny bit sluggish. Not the alcohol yet! Beer is heavy. Calorie-wise. Can slow you down like a fatty meal. Okay, now here goes-”
He said chugging, so she chugged. Maybe she overdid it with trying not to seem too ladylike. It would be worth it, though. The boys would definitely respect her in a different way, seeing her do something like that!
“Phew. Wow. There’s a reason I never do that. What a waste. You guys better enjoy your beers, alright? Easier on the wallet, too. Nngh…”
She held her head for a second. It hadn’t been quite enough to make her sway from side to side, but she already had to actively counteract it.
“Not drunk yet. Balance compromised a little. Judgement not yet impaired. I think! That’s the devious thing. It’s hard to be aware of your own state!”

 

[RoleplayMaster]

A few of the boys let out chuckles as Emma joked about drinking warm beer. They all were watching Emma keenly, and Emma couldn't tell if it was due to her celebrity status or just that they enjoyed her teaching them. Either way, each and every student was engaged in the activity, and she should feel proud of that. With all the horror stories of teenage boys in school, having them all quiet and attentive as she explained alcohol to them (despite a few likely already having that experience) was a blessing.

As Emma spoke to the class, the teacher Mr Smith was drinking his own. Not chugging it down but drinking at a leisurely pace. He was not going to be the drunk one by the end of the lesson. Smirking a little as he heard a soft groan from Emma, he knew that the liquid had been fully depleted. Approaching her from the side, he took the empty bottle from her and slipped it into the recycling nearby.

"Some good takeaways from Emma's demonstration with that first bottle" The teacher began speaking to the class, the word 'first' possibly registering into the celebrity's mind... or maybe not. "Beer, especially that first one, is never really great tasting. It's an acquired taste that some people never develop. Those people usually move onto spirits or ciders or anything like that." He explained. "Emma also gulped a few mouthfuls when I said sip, which is the move made from experience. As I said, not great tasting, so you want to down that as quickly as you can. Beers are also cheaper than most other alcohol as she stated too. And finally, Emma began to talk about what her alcohol-induced state of mind was like after a singular bottle." Nodding, the boys began to take a few notes, while he moved to the fridge.

Twisting the cap off the next one, he handed the bottle to Emma, and then placed the rest of the six pack beside her on the floor. "Emma, please continue with your lesson. Show what happens after bottles two through six, and explain the state of mind you have after each one." By handing her all at once, he hoped she would get the hint to drink quickly, as their lesson unfortunately would not take up the entire day.

 

[Anasyrma]

‘Two through… six?!’ Emma’s eyes widened when the teacher set down the case next to her. She gave him a look, her eyebrow raised, as if to say ‘You’re not serious?’. Though when looking back toward the class, she automatically slipped into a carefree smile again.
She might not agree with this lesson plan. While it was definitely an effective demonstration, maybe the most effective possible demonstration, of the effects of alcohol, Emma was not willing to be a testing subject for getting hammered. Yet, she was here, in the middle of the lesson, the class was attentive and enthusiastic and learning. ...besides, she had a lot riding on this. Refusing to play along meant risking expulsion.
This thought in mind, she ended her moment of hesitation right there, and began chugging bottle number two. She didn’t like it, but what’s the worst that could happen? She just had to endure it. Her previous maximum for bottles emptied in succession had been four, and she hadn’t been that drunk then. It would be fine. She’d be fine.

“Mh. Second bottle. Definitely feeling it now. Feeling more easy-going, and I think I’m swaying a little now? Hard to tell. Bit bloated, too. You tend to take in more fluid than you normally would when drinking lots of beer.”

“Bah. Bottle number three. That’s… jussabout as much as you should drink in one sitting. Without a meal, at least. And… no going to school like this! Can’t hide it anymore, not just the smell. Notice how I slurred my speech right there? Gotta concentrate to keep that from happening.”

It was when she was in the middle of chugging the fourth bottle when Emma finally noticed her main source of discomfort. It wasn’t just getting drunk in front of an audience, and it was more than just a bloated feeling. As she herself explained, this was a greater fluid in-take than usual, so it wasn’t surprising for her bladder to fill up, too. The pressure was still tolerable, though her legs clamped together already, instinctively.
“Puah. Drinking so much, it…” No. She couldn’t admit to this. Presenting as a normal person was one thing, opening up about her private bodily functions went way too far. Something could be said about wanting to lift the taboo surrounding bathroom talk, but this was not the place or time.
“It. Uh. Makes you drunk. Sorry, is… is difficult to keep a train of thought going? When drunk. Ugh. I’m not sitting straight anymore, am I? Haha. Well, let’s get it over with.”

It was after finishing bottle number five that she considered to stop beating around the bush. She really, really had to go. It was a constant effort to keep it in, to keep herself from… oh god, she didn’t even want to think about it. Peeing herself? Movie-star Emma Watson just fucking pissing herself in front of a bunch of boys? No way. That could never happen.
She looked to the clock, though even when she found it after an embarrassingly long search, she couldn’t quite make out the time, her vision being too blurry. Right! She had to document her current state.
“Vision… blurry. Uhm… oof. The time? Gotta time? Anyone?” The confident, easy-going smile she had presented them with before had become a lop-sided grin. She was squirming in her seat now. The lesson had to be over soon. Asking for a bathroom break… no, just one bottle left, she could do this.

She only half-remembered chugging the last one. Afterwards, she was puzzled about a large stain on her blouse. What was that joke? ‘I don’t drink that much, I spill most of it’? Hah! She laughed out loud at it, and to an outside observer it looked like she was laughing without cause.
Then, the pain in her lower body got through to her again. Shit shit shit. She couldn’t… no, she couldn’t hold it any longer. She wasn’t even sure whether she could still stand up. Not ‘stand up without peeing’, but, ‘stand up at all’.
And before she even attempted to, she had to get permission first, right? She turned toward the teacher, and even that movement almost made her fall over.
“S’cuse me. Mmmh… gotta go, please. To the bathroom?”

 

[RoleplayMaster]

The class watched the normally quite reserved celebrity become more goofy and fun throughout the six drinks, taking notes (while some of the more artistically inclined people were drawing rather crude pictures of Emma in their notebooks). Her drunken state was not lost on any of them, thinking of all the things they could do to Emma in a position like this.

As she swayed a little in her seat, Mr Smith stood beside her, handing her each bottle and keeping a hand on her back to try and steady her a bit. If she was sober, he likely wouldn't have immediately touched her like this, but he was sure that she would barely notice. Not to mention what he had planned in a moment.

"So as you can see guys, drinking too much can be quite a handful to deal with, whether you're the drunk person or someone looking after them. If out at a party or a bar, be careful of open drinks. It's unfortunately a practice some people take part in, where drinks are drugged, called date rape drugs. I'm not going into specifics as I don't want to encourage you to search these out, but they are incredibly dangerous." He warned sternly. "Be wary as well of your drunk friends. People will take advantage of them if you and they are not careful. If someone you don't know is kissing or groping someone that you're friends with, make sure it's consensual." As he mentioned groping, his hand moved to Emma's breast, giving it a gentle squeeze as if to illustrate his point. It was brief and not rough or anything, but definitely uncalled for. Whether she would notice or even feel it, he didn't know. Hell, by tomorrow she might not even remember it.

A few of the students looked surprised at his move, and the nerdier guys looked a little uncomfortable. Not because they didn't like the act, but because they felt a growing in their pants.

"Drunk people may also have no filter, possibly flirting with people or telling too much information about themselves. Anyone got a question they want to ask?"

As soon as Mr Smith said it, the basketball player spoke up, "Emma, when's the last time you had sex?" His jock friend laughed but slapped him in the back of the head for his question.

 

[Anasyrma]

Whether Emma would remember the groping was basically a coinflip, but she noticed it for sure. Actually, instead of being numb due to being drunk, or being too distracted by the pressure in her bladder, she felt more sensitive right now. It was so unexpected, so out of left field, that she felt a surge through her body. As if her whole nervous system had to be made aware that one of her erogenous zones had been stimulated by another entity.
Only her mind wasn’t up to speed for any indignation to take place. Surely his hand just slipped? Yes, it must’ve been an accident. What other explanation was there? Surely he wouldn’t just exploit her drunken state and touch her intimately, out of the blue.
Emma hadn’t heard any of what he said, while she did hear the question she was asked. The different voice made her perk up.

“Sex?! Oh, you… haha, alright.” Emma felt herself blush. The guy was pretty handsome, or at least he seemed that way through the haze of her blurry vision. Was he coming on to her? Or making fun of her? Anyway, this wasn’t the time to be intimidated, she had to strike back, or they wouldn’t respect her!
“You asking because you think I’m… I’m underfucked?” Even as drunk as she was, she winced inside at this crass choice of words. It was supposed to have just been a thought, yet it somehow slipped out on its own. “If you’re offering to fix that, no need~ I’ve had- ...I’ve got some just a week ago. Bent over the bed, all comfy, my boyfriend just… just plowin’ me from behind. Yup, I’ve got a BF. So don’t you… don’t you get yer hopes up!”
She accentuated the last part by pointing her finger at him, before putting both hands between her legs, pressing, trying to keep the dam from leaking, or worse, breaking. Emma didn’t even consider how it looked to the others.

 

[RoleplayMaster]

The students laughed at Emma's words as Mr Smith handed her another beer. It was clear that she was extremely drunk at this stage, saying stuff that she would surely regret when sober, if she remembered it.

"Okay class, the bell is going to ring soon, so while Emma has her last drink, feel free to ask her any questions." The teacher offered.

A few students noticed where her hand moved to, all incorrectly assuming she was touching herself. Not knowing the dam was about to burst. "What's the most hottest and most taboo thing you've ever done?" A student asked from the group. With her increasingly blurry vision, it was difficult to make out. No one assumed Emma would have a good story here, but maybe she would surprise them

 

[Anasyrma]

“Most taboo, uhm… issall relative, isnit?” Absent-mindedly, she took one hand away from her crotch to take a sip of the beer she had been presented with. Hold on, no! She was just about ready to burst! And wasted enough to slur half of what she was saying. It was so hard to concentrate… What was the question again? Right, taboo! And hot. Just give a good answer, then bathroom.
“Fuck, I... “ Emma should have made something up. Or told them something harmless. Instead her memory barfed up one of the most shameful things she did, and since at present she lacked the mental capacity to come up with something else, she had to go with it. Or thought she had to.
“I was at the- the movie- thing? Some award or something… And like, I was sooo bored, and nobo- nobody was even looking! I just, I went to town on myself… got, like, pretty wet. Made a mess… into the seat, ‘cause I took of my panties. Yup. Went commando, rest of the day…”
The alcohol made her state everything like a brag. As if she had to save face by making it all sound like an achievement.

“Really shouldna told you that, but… mmh, it’s so warm…”
And wet. Hot and wet, around her legs? Oh no. No no no!
The state of shock had somewhat of a sobering effect, yet Emma couldn’t do anything but get quiet, freeze and stare at her lap in horror, watching her pantyhose turn dark. In the silence, the trickling sound of her unwilling urination could very clearly be heard.
At this stage, there was no stopping it. It pooled on the seat of the chair, ran down on the edge and down her legs, soaked everything she was wearing below the navel. The wet warmth, combined with the feeling of release, was the worst. It immediately took Emma back to the last time she could remember wetting herself, and in some way, it turned her back into that little girl from back then.
And just like back then, she had no clue what to do but be ashamed. With a helpless look on her face, biting her lip, she looked around in a confused manner. Had she not been so drunk, she’d have gritted her teeth and set an action plan into motion, despite the humiliation.
In her current state, though, she was simply waiting for instructions.

 

[RoleplayMaster]

The boys were listening attentively as Emma divulged one of her more kinkier secrets, aroused not just at the story, but how proudly it was told. Not a single student had a hand free, as each cock in that room was being uncomfortably adjusted from their growing erections, while the other held a phone, filming her telling this provocative story. Of course, this would also catch her next embarrassing moment - wetting herself in front of an audience of eleven people.

A few students swapped to their regular phone cameras, snapping photos of the distressed actress, capturing the mess and the look of shame across her face. It was amusing for Mr Smith to see, and he was thankful the school employed cleaning staff and that this was the last lesson of the day. "And with that, class, I feel this is the end of the lesson. Pack up your things and I'll see you for class in a few days." He told them all. There were a few groans, and the boys made their way out of the classroom extremely slowly, hoping to see more of Emma embarrassing herself.

Once the two adults were the only two left in the room, the teacher stood across from her. Even as she had not been in highschool for years, the situation felt really like a disapproving adult looking down at a young girl, not two adults having a conversation. He stood over her, and if she looked, she would have even noticed his own arousal poking a tent in his pants.

"Emma, thank you for your help today. That is the most engaged I've seen these students in a long time. I realise you have many goals and aspirations when you finish your degree, but I feel that teaching could definitely be one of them, if it isn't already." He smiled. "I never got the chance to introduce myself earlier either. My name is Curtis, the students call me Mr Smith. I'm not sure if you prefer Miss Watson or Emma, but they all know you as the Emma Watson anyway, so I'm not sure if they would even attempt to title you like they title other teachers." He admitted. He spoke a lot, but he wouldn't have been surprised if she had heard none of it. Walking around to his desk, he grabbed a plastic bag with some clothing in it. It was an old student's clothes, but it would do the trick.

"Here." He said gently, handing her the bag. "Once you leave the classroom, make a right and go down the end of the corridor. You'll find the lockerrooms there. There shouldn't be anyone in there, so go in and get changed. Keep the clothes, I don't need them back. Next lesson is on Thursday, so I'll see you then."

As Emma left the classroom, the bell rung, officially signalling the end of the school day. Instantly, every classroom door opened, students piling out. The celebrity would have to wade through the groups, dripping with urine as she made her way to the lockerroom. Unfortunately, the locker room she found was the men's. With Curtis' words assuring her that the locker room would be empty, she would begin to change, and while half-naked, the soccer team would enter to begin getting changed back into their civilian clothing, not expecting Emma to be in there.

 

[Anasyrma]

She had heard him talking, but couldn’t bring herself to get out a single word in response. Still frozen stiff due to the humiliation, she was completely focused on trying to blend out the icky, soaked sensation of her lower body, and willing herself to sober up. Not an easy task, having never been that drunk before. And had she been aware of the phone cameras capturing it all, she’d be in even worse shape mentally.

Mr. Curtis providing her with the bag of clothes and instructions on where to find a locker room was like being offered a ladder up from rock bottom. Somehow, Emma’s work ethic kicked in, and she willed herself to stand up. Her legs were wobbly and her gait unsteady, yet walking worked way better than she anticipated.
It was with the sounding of the bell that things grew hazy again. People swarming everywhere, swooshing by and crowing as blurry shapes. It was better like that. There was no time to contemplate all of those students recognizing her as Emma Watson, Emma Watson with pee-soaked bottoms. She hurried to the locker room as much as she managed.

Inside, alone, another reprieve. Immediately, Emma peeled the soaked clothes off her body. Socks, shoes, skirt, pantyhose, panties, throwing it all on a pile on the floor haphazardly, the quicker she got the soiled clothes away from her, the better.
Weirdly calm, she stepped into the adjoined shower, incredibly aware of the tiled floor on her bare feet. And the stagnant air in the room touching everything down below. Another feeling broke through the storm of emotion she wasn’t at all able to navigate. An electrifying, giddy feeling. Being naked where she shouldn’t be. Where she could be seen. Doubly risky for her, who had a public image to consider.

Despite this, Emma had at this point sobered up enough to have the presence of mind not to take her time. Quickly, she rinsed off her body, and stepped back into the locker room itself without even trying to dry off.
Only to be face to face with half a dozen sweaty boys in soccer uniforms, their numbers growing.
Their eyes wandered downward, between her legs.



Afterwards, Emma wasn’t sure whether she had hallucinated that part. All she knew was that she dressed as quickly as never before - into an ill-fitting pair of pants, eschewing the included panties - ran to her car barefoot, drove home, and immediately crashed into her bed.
How much of that had actually happened? Who had seen what? Emma had no clue, and no choice but to wait for the next lesson to ask. All she remembered were the first four beers, and the need to pee. Well, her schedule was full enough with classes to occupy herself with. Everytime she tried to think about what happened, she felt her cheeks heat up fiercely, so it was better to keep busy with her course work.

As she knocked on the door for the second lesson, she was much more nervous than last time. Half of her outfit she couldn’t even find anymore, so this time she was wearing a beige sweater and a pair of regular jeans. Sneakers instead of her more formal shoes, also vanished. She looked more like a student this time.

 

[RoleplayMaster]

Mr Smith opened the classroom door, smiling at Emma and gesturing for her to come inside. "Please, come in. You don't have to wait for me to let you in, you're a part of this class." He told the celebrity, giving her some feeling of mutual respect. Just as the previous lesson, all the students were in attendance, though they somehow seemed even more excited to see her than last time. Perhaps after last lesson's performance, they knew what sort of class this would be after all.

If Emma gazed to the front where she had sat last time, the seat was no longer there. However, there was still a dark stain where she had wet herself, a reminder of what had happened that day. "Thank you again, for joining us Emma. Unfortunately, we have a little bit of business to attend to before we start this lesson. Here at Brown High School, every person is treated equally. From cleaning staff to students to teachers, we all have a mutual respect. We receive compliments for work well done, sometimes rewarding that behaviour too. And we receive punishments for things that we want to discourage. Staff can be punished just as students can." He told Emma sternly. He stood in front of his desk, practically where Emma had sat days before. He gestured for her to stand beside him, and told her to face away from the students.

"Last lesson, you made a mess that the cleaning staff were horrified to have to clean up. They had signed up to clean a high school, not a day care for toddlers. They did not expect to have to clean up urine taking up this job." he laid it on thick, how bad it was that she had urinated all over the carpet. She would feel his presence behind her for a moment, and a sudden cool feeling as her jeans were pulled to her ankles. Her underwear still was left on, but her ass exposed to the students. With one hand, he gently took Emma's, his other hand on her back gently pushing her to bend over his desk. "I'm sorry we have to do this, but rules are rules. And if we didn't, we lose the respect of the student body." He told Emma gently.

With the starlet in such a vulnerable position, ass shown off to the teenage boys, Emma would feel a slap to her ass. It provided a slight sting, but nothing painful. It was more the act of publicly being spanked that was mortifying. Five slaps came from the teacher, giving her bum a slight sting. And then it stopped and she thought she was done, but that was only the start. "Cameron, you first. Just two." The teacher spoke to someone. And suddenly, a sharp sting shot across her as a harder slap hit her ass. "No! No, you're still treating Emma with respect. Return to your seat. Everyone else, come up and you get two slaps each. Just don't be rough."

To her humiliation, the other nine student came up and slapped her butt, her eyes unable to see who touched her when. Some students simply did the slaps (one poor boy was so shy that he essentially patted her bum), some students couldn't help but rub the skin before slapping it (including one wet hand Emma suspected had been licked first), and some used the opportunity to give her ass cheek a squeeze before doing each slap.

Finally, the students had finished. She had received five slaps from the teacher and a combined 19 slaps from the students, as Cameron had lost one of his. She could feel the heat radiating off of her butt, and knew sitting down would be uncomfortable today. But it wasn't a painful experience really. "Now, Emma. Stand up, turn to face the class, and apologise for last lesson."

 

[Anasyrma]

Emma blushed hard when she was shown the dark spot, and even harder when she started being lectured about it. Holy fucking shit! She peed herself, and everyone saw it! She couldn’t remember the specifics, but just knowing it happened was enough! How would she live this down? Had the students already begun spreading rumors? At first Emma had been unconcerned about flying under the radar, since the university had their method of keeping the media from interfering with her studies, and so she assumed this school would be able to handle that, too. But what was going to happen if the students blabbed about this? Or worse, if they took pics or videos? She had definitely been too drunk to notice that.

...one thing after the other. Emma breathed in deeply. She could handle this, she had to. She was a professional, it wasn’t like she hadn’t survived embarrassing faux-pas on set before.
Before she could offer her sincerest apologies, though, she was made to face the blackboard instead of the class. What was that abou- oh shit! The sudden baring of her legs and underwear made her gasp, and go stiff as a board. This felt scandalous, and completely unacceptable, but-
Not entirely out of the ordinary. it was becoming rare these days, yet there were educational institutions left that still used these kinds of punishment methods. Real corporal punishment was outlawed, while this more or less ceremonial version of it, as a method to instill discipline via shame, was still occasionally used.
Still, Emma found it unacceptable. Yet, what she had done was also unacceptable. Regardless of why it happened, which she had no recollection of. The honorable, respectable choice was to take the punishment without complaint.

That moment of acceptance, coupled with that first slap, made a lewd feeling surge through her body like electricity. Oh fuck. It was like her nervous system switched into naughty mode. Somehow she had a feeling something like that happened during the last lesson, too. And everytime she had tried to remember, she had gotten a little taste of that feeling. Was it that scene in the locker room, did that really happen? So, an exhibitionist thrill? Just like when she masturbated during that award ceremony, something she hadn’t even told her boyfriend.
Or, could it possibly be… no. It couldn’t have been the wetting accident. How could something so humiliating, or the memory of it, ever turn her on?
Emma bit her lip to keep herself from making a noise when more hands touched her butt. Yes, touched, not just lightly slip. And that little shit just now groped her! He was lucky she had decided to take whatever was coming. And that she was too busy trying not to get too horny from having her behind touched and sometimes fondled by all those teenagers.
It was… worrying that her body was reacting favorably to this. But not all that shameful, right? Having an intimate place be touched, and her jeans at her ankles. It was quite an erotic situation. Spanking itself was nowadays mostly known as something kinky.

Her butt stung a little in the end. It was a good pain, though. Maybe she herself was kinkier than she thought. Not exactly a masochist, but… it was just another kind of stimulation.
When she turned around, her face wasn’t just red from humiliation anymore. She looked down quickly, to double-check that there wasn’t a wet spot on the front of her panties - good call, putting on her most plain ones this morning!
“I sincerely apologize for my loss of bladder control last time. I hope everyone, me included, can at least learn from that incident, and recognize it as one of the dangers of uncontrolled alcohol consumption.”
She stood like this for a few seconds, then slowly crouched down to pull up her pants again. Standing around in her underwear should be nothing against the knowledge of her accident and the spanking just now, but it didn’t happen often that she showed this much leg, even on the beach, so this was another embarrassment she had to digest.

 

[RoleplayMaster]

The students all gave her a smile as she apologised, giving her a short round of applause to thank her for the apology. Or maybe for letting them all grope her bum. Who knows? Either way, the students and Mr Smith were both happy, and they could move forward.

"Thank you, Emma. It takes a big person to apologise for an embarrassing moment, but you've done so humbly and with respect." The teacher told her, walking up beside her again and turning to his students. "And guys, thank you for being respectful too. Funnily enough, today's lesson has to do with respect. Being an adult means navigating through different scenarios in life, and resisting the temptation to do negative things. If someone is driving in a car, and they cut you off, don't go in a road rage. If you're in a fast food store and they run out of a food item, don't start swearing... what are some other examples of respecting others you might come across? Preferably ideas that are more in adult life." Mr Smith asked the class.

The students had a variety of answers, from avoiding peer pressure when it came to alcohol (ironic, considering the previous lesson that took place) to not having 'expectations' when it came to talking to women (make conversations without expecting it leading to sex) at nightclubs. Emma was even encouraged to take part in the exercise, allowing her to come up with and provide answers to the question.

"Good, good." Curtis nodded. Almost like deja-vu, the teacher moved behind the desk and grabbed a plastic bag, which contained some clothing. "Emma, I'm going to need you for a demonstration. Can you please change into the clothes provided?" He requested, handing her a bag. "There's a privacy shield at the back of the room you may use." He offered, gesturing to a privacy shield she felt like she saw last lesson. Had that been there this entire time? She wouldn't have needed to go all the way to the lockerrooms if so...

When Emma retreated into the privacy of the changing area, she would find what appeared to be some sort of sailor outfit with black leather, as well as a matching baby blue lingerie set. There was also a bathrobe hanging in the area, for her to put over top of everything else. While in this area, she also heard scraping sounds from the classroom, as if something was being moved.

If and when Emma finally emerged from the privacy shield, she would find the class had been rearranged. The desks had been pushed to the walls, the chairs all in a semi circle, opened up where Emma would now be standing. As she appeared, Curtis spoke once more.

"As you turn into adults, one attraction that appeals to many adult men is the strip club." He said, letting the words settle for a moment before continuing. "However, there was many rules that some men don't realise, which can lead to them getting kicked out, and possibly even hurt from an over-zealous bouncer. Today, we are learning how to react in this situation. Emma, if you could begin?" He requested kindly. Each of the students had a roll of notes in their hands, which looked like real money. However she would later find out that it is only fake monopoly-like money for the purpose of this exercise.

 

[Anasyrma]

During the brainstorming, Emma tried to build the distance of intimacy back up by mentioning how they could respect women by looking them in the eyes when speaking instead of staring elsewhere, or how in general one shouldn’t touch without consent. It was important that they learned that the spanking just now was a special situation, and not something to be done to anyone without a reason.

Behind the privacy screen, Emma was finally free to let her bewilderment show on her face. What the hell was this outfit? And why on earth would she be required to change into different underwear, too? Having to change in the classroom at all was making her uneasy. As far as she could see, nobody could possibly get a glimpse, but someone could walk over in a few steps, or the screen could fall over, and just like that, they’d see everything, given unfortunate timing.
The thought made Emma feel… excited. Okay, maybe she had a little bit of an exhibitionist tendency. She liked her body, so she would like showing it off, maybe? It never felt that intense when she stripped for her boyfriend, though.
Actually taking her clothes off, all of them, intensified the feeling further. Completely exposed, and so close to be seen. It was tempting to linger on that feeling, but Emma made herself hurry up and put on the outfit. It fit, at any rate. Even the bra. Curious.

As Emma stepped back into view, she smiled awkwardly, though her posture oozed confidence. This was weird and frankly uncomfortable - she looked like some kind of stripper! - but she was definitely no stranger to walking around in a costume. Whatever was planned, she’d be able to handle it.
Though she didn’t expect to actually be a stripper.
“Uhm. I don’t think I quite understand? What should I do?”

 

[RoleplayMaster]

A few of the students giggled as she reappeared, one giving the celebrity a woof whistle. Curtis' own smile appeared too at the question. "Oh sorry... go behind the screen again and I'll announce you." He suggested.

Once she disappeared again, Mr Smith put on an announcer voice. "And your next dancer... Hermione Granger, AKA Destiny!" The boys clapped and cheered as they waited for Emma to reappear. "Just pretend you're at a strip club. We gotta teach the boys how to behave in clubs like this." Curtis explained to her. "What better way to teach students respect than to put them in a scenario full of temptation, that they would need to resist. Strippers are some of the most disrespected workers in the world, and I believe that we need to teach the next generation how to treat them properly." He continued. "Surely as an ambassador of gender equality, you agree?" He asked, almost trapping her with his words. If she were to refuse the task given to her, it would almost be as if she was looking down on the stripping profession (and any other kind of worker that empowered the female body, like a sex worker)

 

[Anasyrma]

Dancer? Proper conduct at the strip club? Despite the disaster that was the last lesson, Emma still thought the alcohol demonstration made much more sense. Having her assume the role of an erotic dancer was... certainly unorthodox. Completely inappropriate, if she was being honest. Sex work was a very complicated and problematic issue, and neither did she agree with Mr. Smith's reasoning, nor did she think that this little roleplay was any sort of appropriate reflection on the issue.
Though if she started arguing now, due to the way he set up the question, it would make her look bad indeed. Besides, she had no choice anyway, right? It dawned on her why the headmaster was so adamant about their deal being off if she stepped out of line even once.

"Y-yeah. Let's get this show on the road!" It was fake enthusiasm, but well-faked. Emma had no idea how to do such a dance, nor did she care to know, so she just drew from the improv skills she had cultivated over the years and did an approximation. It started sort of like a belly-dance, smooth waves of movement to accentuate the curves showing from under the tight outfit. Then she started occasionally kneeling down without stopping the flow, to give them a different angle. It was a little fun, if she was being honest. If this was an exercise in an acting class, instead of a bunch of school seniors, she'd have no reservations whatsoever.

 

[RoleplayMaster]

As Emma began to dance, the boys began to leer at her a bit, cheering and throwing the fake money at her little by little. Various comments came from the boys, which sounded weird from guys so young, not to mention the fact that they were encouraging Emma to do things she never usually did. "Yeah girl, shake that ass!" One called out, reaching over and slapping Emma's ass playfully.

"No! If you touch a girl, a bouncer will throw you out." The teacher told him off quickly, but didn't seem to discipline him in any way. After a few moment's silence, Curtis took the opportunity to start talking about strip clubs and Emma's dancing in general, describing things that strippers normally would do, and then pausing as if expecting Emma to copy what he had just spoke about. "Strippers will usually come out with a narrator calling them out with names that are not actually theirs. Sometimes using a nearby pole, they'll dance, grabbing themselves and shaking every little bit of their body for your entertainment, for money. They'll grab at their breasts and ass, twerking a little bit too. And eventually, they will begin removing the outer garments."

He had no plan on making Emma strip naked like in regular strip clubs, but he had given her the underwear set for a reason. As Emma got closer to some of the boys (whether on purpose or not), she would find the costume's belt was filling with dollar bills that the boys would slip in. Someone had even managed to slip a bill in the elastic of her panties, despite having to reach inside the costume to do so.

 

[Anasyrma]

Continuing to imagine a different context to her erotic dance, Emma actually took note of Mr. Smith's pointers, grabbing her breasts, shaking her butt. Presenting herself as a sexual being. Yet she could still stomach all of that, because she thought of it as purely a performance. More art than porn. Erotic art.
That ended when the pointers took a more explicit turn.

'Remove outer garments... does he actually expect me to strip?' The boys putting bills into her clothes had already been skirting the limit of what she could do without being seriously affected, and now she was supposed to strip to her underwear?
Emma wanted to protest. Or at least, ask whether that really was meant as an instruction. But wasn't it a stupid question? She was play-acting as a stripper. It was right there in the name, strip! And putting on this blue underwear would have been pointless if she wasn't planning on showing it off. Asking for clarification would make her look naive, at the very least unsure. Weak. Something she could not afford in this situation. The least she could do was trying to play out the dubious, double-edged power of seductive sexual dominance by stripping confidently.

It was surprisingly hard to get the jacket off, since the leather clung to her skin, so she had to distribute the shimmying and sliding over a series of moves, slowly slipping out of the garment. Showing off the bra, her cleavage and gradually more skin did nothing to her at first. Somehow, only when the jacket was completely off and she gracefully flung it at one of the boys, did the electrifying feeling from before surge through her body once more. Indecently undressed, in front of a crowd that neither deserved nor should be allowed to see it. Though if she really had exhibitionistic tendencies, then why did her blush feel more like embarrassment, still?

Grabbing her breasts and shaking them was a much more erotic affair now, since they could actually see some of the skin now, and directly obverse the soft jiggle. Emma didn't keep them waiting for the finale for very long, though, letting the skirt fall in a sudden movement, scooping it up with her foot, and lifting it onto one nerdy boy's lap.
Once again, she was showing off her panties, but they were more sexy ones, a little smaller than the pair she showed off before. Providing one small, potentially humiliating risk - was a stray hair peeking out? She hadn't planned on showing off her underwear, nevermind anything that required serious trimming down there. And she couldn't check in the middle of the dance!

 

[RoleplayMaster]

Every pair of eyes in the room was glued to the dancing figure, some mouths drooping open in shock and desire at the erotic showing that they all got to see. Every movement in front of them was more intimate than anything these boys had personally experienced. Sure, they had watched porn before, but they hadn't had sex. And they had all been fans of the Harry Potter series before, so seeing what for many was a childhood crush, suddenly stripping and touching herself, it was something they never dared to believe could become reality.

Curtis left her to her dancing for a few minutes while she got used to being in her underwear, more dollar bills being thrown her way or slipped under the elastic of her undergarments. Freddy, the basketball player that had asked her the question about sex in the previous lesson, had been daring enough to slip one of his bills right in the middle of her panties. While she danced, Emma would briefly feel two fingers brush against her pubic hair, leaving a dollar in its wake.

"Finally, dancers will sometimes spend time individually with a patron. This can be either doing a brief dance with them at the stage in order to get more money, or inviting a patron into a private room for a private dance. These individual dances usually involve a lot more touching and body to body contact." The teacher spoke, not directing Emma in any particular way. It was clear that he wanted her to give an example of this with a student, but he let her decide which student to do this with. "Sometimes dancers might talk naughty things or encourage extra touching that isn't normally allowed. However despite rumours, there is no sex at a strip club private room." He added, which might relieve some worries about what was expected of Emma.

 

[Anasyrma]

Emma had to bite her lip to avoid making a lewd noise when a hand touched her the first time after her strip tease, to put a bill into the waistband of her panties. Maybe her... excitement had increased her blood flow overall? She felt so aware, so sensitive. The fingers touching her at her waist felt red-hot to her, and it was even worse when that lanky guy suddenly had his fingers on the front of her panties! Putting them ever so slightly on the inside to grab the waistband. Emma actually gasped as she felt his fingers touch her pubic hair. ...he knew now, right? Somehow, the humiliation of him knowing the state of her grooming made her even more excited than the fact that he almost touched her pubic mound.

Private dance... touching, body contact? Her breathing picked up as he uttered those words. She couldn't go that far! Yet, apparently, the teacher had a different opinion. And if it was required for the lesson, she had to do it.
Emma took a deep breath, putting on a seductive smile to get herself into the right mindset. Into her role. Not that much of a leap, right? They got to spank her before, even grope her bottom. The boys were drooling over her, but with their apparent inexperience and her celebrity status, they were probably also hesitant, maybe even scared. They wouldn't go further than they already had. Touching butt, the naked skin on show. Maybe one of them would go for her boobs. Nngh. Just to thought made her feel hot...

'No. Focus! You can't enjoy this too much. This is teasing, you're teasing them.' It was her boyfriend who had the privilege of making her feel good. The privilege, and the capacity. These kids didn't know the first thing about turning her on. It was the other way around, she'd make them uncomfortably aroused.
It was still sensible to pick her target. The skinny one with the glasses seemed the most nervous, and at the same time the least predatory. In some way, Emma even felt good about giving him a treat. The jocks would have no problem getting a girl, probably. It wouldn't hurt to build rapport with someone who could be her ally, either. In case she'd have to do anything else embarrassing.

"Hey... you." She addressed him with a voice that should be sultry enough, hopefully without a waver. "How about you come... up here?" She came closer to him, and started pulling on his chair, to signal that he should move it to the middle of the circle. When he was there, she began what she thought was a lap dance, never having seen one performed. Bending over in front of him, presenting her panty-clad bottom; turning around and squatting down almost enough for her lower body to touch his lap as she swung her hips in a circular motion, her chest right in front of his face.

 

[RoleplayMaster]

Jason watched Emma as she danced, unable to believe such a thing was happening in front of him. The boy's birthday had only been a few days ago, just reaching the deadline for being eighteen to join this class. And while he hadn't realised why the class was so exclusive beforehand, now he definitely understood. He, like many in the class, grew up with Emma as a childhood crush, watching her grow up the same time they did. The fourth Harry Potter movie was what had turned him, and from there, he only prayed he had the chance to meet her. And so far, he had heard lewd stories, seen her wet herself, and was stripping for them... that was awesome!

His eyes widened though as she seemingly approached the boy, instructing him to change seats to the one in the middle of the circle. He licked his dry lips, giving a hesitant nod before moving chairs. How was he this lucky? Jason was shorter than Emma by about a foot, his height being something he was admittedly a little self conscious about. His face was youthful, a few freckles and thick brimmed glasses, his hair brown and short.

Sitting in the chair, Jason did his very best not to make noise. But it was difficult, watching as Emma moved her body in front of his. There was a strong temptation to lean in, letting his face between her breasts. To reach up and grab her ass. But he did resist, thankfully. And it turned out his teacher was looking out for him.

"While yes, strippers do love the tease of almost touching, it is also more common for there to be excessive body contact. Grinding pelvises, pushing the patron's face between their breasts and/or ass. It's almost foreplay, and gets to the point where the actions could be categorised as simulated sex!" He had also noticed that Emma was close to touching Jason, yet still refused to.

 

[Anasyrma]

'This is going too far, way too far', Emma's mind was telling her, while her body expressed an eagerness to go further. Her mind was still bravely resisting, though, even though the futility of it was so clear. Wasn't this a slippery slope that would lead to ever more extreme situations?
No. Mr. Smith had explicitly said that there would be no sex. And frankly, did Emma really need that to be confirmed? Of course there would be no sex, or full nudity! That was unthinkable. No way she would agree to that, even with the presented stakes. ...right? Well, the question wouldn't present itself, because it wasn't going to happen. And this last treat she was giving them would be the end of the sexualized lessons, since there was nothing more to present about strip clubs. They'd have to move on to a different topic.

So it was ok to indulge?
"Mmhh...", Emma moaned, not sure whether that was involuntary or performative, as she fully lowered herself on Jason's lap. The rough texture of his jeans on her bare legs, and his body heat and movement being felt from below the fabric... the contact set off another small chain reaction of stimulated nerves.
Her hands reached out, cupping his face, almost as if to pull him in for a kiss, but leaving it at a caress before pulling her arms around his neck and shoving his face into her cleavage. That was much more intense than she had anticipated! His face pushed into the soft tissue, his warmth, his breath hitting her.
Though that in turn paled before what she did next. A seemingly mundane action: scooting closer to him on his lap. With the not so mundane effect of the front of her panties making contact with the bump at his crotch. His boner, through his pants, was touching her vulva, through her panties.

"Ah!" A lewd yelp escaped her lips. Not very loud, not at all drawn out, but unmistakable. She knew what was touching her, and the knowledge was more alarmingly erotic than the contact itself, almost. And it had another effect, one that couldn't be seen at this moment. Emma had been gradually becoming more horny, so it was inevitable that a certain kind of moisture would develop. With the fabric of her panties being pushed against her, it soaked up a little bit of it, resulting in a visible wet spot. Or, a wet spot that would be visible once she stood up again.

 

[RoleplayMaster]

As Emma moaned softly during the dance, Jason couldn't help but moan too, a soft "Ugh." leaving his lips as she pressed down onto his lap at last. He enjoyed the feeling and pressure of her sitting on him, their bodies so close and yet the fabric of their clothing keeping them so far apart. Her touch was soft and gentle, cupping his face in a way that made him think she was going to kiss him. And he was ready for it. But he was not ready for the feeling of her pulling his face down, in between the breasts he had been not-so-subtly staring at for the past two lessons.

The feeling of his face between her bosom was heavenly. If he died then, he would have felt at peace with that. Her breasts so soft and squishy, his mouth watering at the idea of kissing and sucking at any of the skin there. And Emma would feel a wetness as she pulled him in, his mouth open in shock at the action. A little bit of saliva was left between her boobs as his tongue accidentally made contact, though Jason was not complaining.

His pure bliss turned to one of horror as he felt her adjust herself on his lap, grinding more on his hardening erection. And that action, along with the yelp that followed, brought Jason to the edge. A shaky breath was let out that only Emma would be able to hear, the boy doing his best to remain silent. But as her pussy wrapped around his erection, with a cameltoe thanks to how she rubbed herself against him, she would feel a strong throbbing underneath her. A throbbing of a young teenager cumming in his pants.

Jason seemed more embarrassed than ever before, and Emma would feel a warmth and wetness below her that certainly did not belong. In a way of luck that did not benefit Emma in the slightest, Jason's black shorts hid the mess he had inflicted upon himself, with only a slight shine to the groin area revealing what had happened. With the cum somewhat seeping through his clothing, the wetness spread to Emma's panties, making it seem like the slight wet spot in her panties growing in size, was all thanks to her own arousal.