Becky noticed Miss Moone staring at her, and as she caught her gaze tripped over a desk sending her exercise books flying to the floor.
"Oh Becky you must be more careful" scolded Miss Moone, but noticed something a miss on the floor where Becky's various workbooks had fallen. Something with a glossier cover than the rest.
"Oh Miss I'm sorry, please don't let me keep you Miss..." Becky scrambled to pick up her books.
"Stop this second Miss Hunter!" Miss Moone shouted. Becky froze, her stomach tying itself in a knot. Please don't let Miss Moone see her magazine.
Miss Moone had seen it alright. She also had a pretty good idea what kind of magazine it was...
"What is that exactly Miss Hunter?" Miss Moone pushed.
"N-n-n-n-nothing Miss." What could Becky do but delay the inevitable?
"Definitely looks like something to me. Pick it up this instant!" Miss Moone always found shouting at the students funny - she was rarely actually angry but seemed to be able to make them think it was the end of the world and it was all their fault.
Becky Hunter parted the various exercise and workbooks to pick up her magazine. Becky looked so shameful and embarrassed that Miss Moone almost felt bad.
"What is the meaning of this!! You filthy girl bringing that kind of magazine into my class room. Shame on you, I only hope your family don't disown you when I tell them all about this." Miss Hunter smirked. She knew of course that most parents would find this amusing if she told them about it - but she wanted to hammer the point home.
"Please don't Miss my Mum would kill me! Please Miss I'll do a week's detention anything you ask!" Becky panicked. Her mother was a devout catholic and anything like what was in this magazine she was sure would shock her into throwing her out.
"Well I need to write a report about this really..." Miss Moone starts oozing a soothing tone. "Let's not do anything hasty just yet." She walks around to her desk and sit's down, opening her report book.
"Please, stay standing and hold up the magazine." She said it firmly enough for Becky not to argue.
"Now.... what's the name of that magazine Becky?" Miss Moone looked up.
"Sorry Miss... I know I shouldn't have brought it in... it was a joke and..."
"I hope that's the name and not an excuse I hear? Do I need to repeat myself WHAT IS THE NAME OF THE MAGAZINE!" Miss Moone switched back to authoritarian. It was clear she'd have to teach Becky Hunter a lesson.
Becky mumbled the name, unable to speak it out loud...
"I can't HEAR YOU! Gosh, you looked at it but can't even say the name out loud - can't you read Becky Hunter? What is the NAME!" Miss Moone just wanted her to say it - the naughtiness of it making her panties wet.
"It's... ahh..."
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