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~walks to my desk and leans over it, my cleavage showing so obviously from the white see-through fabric of my too tight, too low-cut shirt...looking intently at my assignment, concentrating as instructed...not even taking the time to adjust my tiny school-girl skirt which has ridden way far up my cute lil' butt, showing cheekage and everything ('cause I'm ignorant on the subject of panties and all)...can't keep my hips from swaying a bit as I can still hear Ms. Ruby's too cool music~~

Focusing, Mr. Mad, focusing. Yes, Sir!

~Walks up behind that cute little butt. Lews stands between her wide spread legs. He’s so close she can feel his body’s heat. He sighs in appreciation of the sight. Tessa shudders when she feels the touch of Lew’s hands on her waist. The movement makes it quite apparent to Lews that she’s not really concentrating. Lew’s raises her hips and in the process quite accidentally brushs against her, because he is standing so very close. His wandering hands brush tessa’s skirt up checking for any misplaced panties and feeling quite relieved that she has yet to discover this mysterious and utterly useless garment. Tessa’s bottom is now perfectly exposed and she wiggles it most seductively.

“Maybe you just need some encouragement dear. This should help you concentrate.” Mad says kindly.

He reluctantly steps back from between her legs and sees her straining to look back over her shoulder. It is quite obvious she’s only pretending to work on her assignment!

Mad takes up a position behind and to her left, gently stroking her swaying ass cheeks, while he offers constructive tips on focusing the mind. Tessa continues to squirm and twist trying to keep an eye on Mad and Lews. Her eyes widen most delightfully when she sees the ruler raised triumphantly over her cute buns. (sorry H_Dean you never should have set it down.)

Mad’s left hand presses down on the small of her back; helping to calm her. The right hand slowly guides the ruler up her inner thigh. Tessa shivers, completely forgetting the beat of the music as the ruler taps deliberately against a rather damp juncture between her legs. The firm steady tap of the ruler encourages her to raise her bottom a little higher. Tessa closes her eyes and turns her head back toward the desk, too late she decides to bury herself in her assignment. She whimpers as the stiff wood is pulled away, knowing it is once more raised high over her trembling cheeks.

“I’m sure a dozen will help immensely; aren’t you?” Mad inquires benevolently.