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Miss Nishida Motivates the Boys

By: Charles Petersunn



This story was inspired by films of Misa Nishida and Mirai. I apologize to persons who know Japanese much better than I. In any case, I hope you enjoy it, and please note, all characters in this story are at last eighteen years old.

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Miss Misa Nishida taught remedial English at Templeton College. She was happy to do so. She was actually happy to have any professorial employment. Faculty positions were not easy to come by.

But, she was beginning to question her skills. She had taught remedial English for three years now and very few of her students had improved to any significant degree. A number of the more senior faculty were even beginning to complain, as the graduates of her class wound up in their classes with writing skills that continued to be poor. If this was all they could do after taking Miss Nishida's class, then why bother to even offer her class? There was now open discussion of finding someone else to teach the course. If things continued the way they were going, there was no way Miss Nishida would get tenure.

She begged for one more chance. She was working on a new curriculum, new skills lessons, and she was hopeful that they might indeed work. She wanted, at least, just one more year to prove herself, to prove that she could do the job.

They did give her one more year, but if there was no sign of improvement they would let her go. She wouldn't even be given the consideration of possibly obtaining tenure, and if she was let go, there was little chance that she would be able to find employment elsewhere.

But, the fact was that she really didn't have any good ideas. There was no reason to think that her new skills training exercises would have any meaningful effect. She had revised her curriculum virtually every semester, and nothing seemed to work.

At one time she wondered if it was because her English was itself not without significant limitations. She did not speak perfect English. However, the class was concerned with writing skills, not with speaking skills. Her skills in paragraph composition, sentence structure, and thematic presentation were quite excellent.

But, she also had another potential flaw. She might in fact herself be a significant distraction to the students. All of her students were typically male, and she was a very attractive woman. She was Japanese, with very lovely, sparkling, and engaging brown eyes beneath large round spectacles, straight black hair, and quite rosy, dimpled cheeks. She was a petite woman, only 5' 1", but one with very, very large breasts, which were often quite evident as she preferred rather tight clothing. Miss Nishida's dress in fact rarely changed. She liked to wear white blouses, a black jacket, and tight black skirts a few inches above her knees, and black high heels. She felt she needed the heels, as otherwise she would appear even shorter and she wanted to command some authority and respect from the students. And, besides, she liked to display her shapely legs and taught buttocks, which high heels had a nice way of accentuating.

It was clear to her that the male students' eyes were often on her breasts, her legs, or, when walking past or writing on the chalkboard, her derriere. She would often catch their eyes staring at her bottom when she looked behind her, and she would have to scold them to pay attention. They always felt though that they were in fact paying very close attention.

In any case, thinking that she might in fact be the distraction, she dressed down one semester, wearing loose, bland, boring outfits that did little to nothing to make her appealing. It didn't work at all. There was virtually no improvement. If anything, grades slipped.

She was at a loss. She was out of ideas, and would soon be out of a job. She eventually decided to speak to Miss Harding.

Miss Harding taught biology and other science courses. She was also a finalist for Teacher of the Year due in large part to her success in biology. Many of her students were really doing well, much better than in previous years, and it wasn't simply a reflection of grade inflation (see "Miss Harding teachers the boys a lesson" and "The Chess Club," Chapter 9 of "The Lessons"). Her students were scoring well on graduate admissions biology exams, and certainly much higher than previous Templeton students. Miss Nishida was desperate to learn her secret.

She knocked politely on the door to Miss Harding's office. "Yes, yes, come in."

Miss Nishida stepped meekly into Miss Harding's office and briefly, lightly bowed. She would at times fall back on her Japanese customs and mannerisms, particularly when she was in new or difficult situations. "May I speak with you, Miss Harding?" "Yes, certainly Misa, and please, call me 'Pamela.'"

Misa bowed again, "Yes, supashi-bo, thank you, Pamela."

"How can I help you?"

Misa explained her situation, how hard she had tried, her many alternative lesson plans, and even her concern that the students were distracted by her appearance. Miss Harding could see why they would find her distracting. Misa was sitting across from her and her skirt was riding up high on her thighs. She continually had to pull down on the hem or it might even rise up to the top of her stockings. In addition, the buttons on her blouse were straining to be torn free. It was like she was wearing a blouse that was a size much too small, her breasts were pushing out so hard. With breasts that large, though, it might be difficult to find a good fit. Yet, amidst all that she had the most innocent face, with large, almond shaped eyes, sparkling behind her fragile spectacles. It was obvious to Miss Harding what she needed to do.

She spoke with command and authority. "Miss Nishida, you say that they find your appearance quite distracting."

"Yes, Miss Harding."

"And so you attempted to downplay, tone down, and even denigrate your appearance to try to offset your demonstrable effect on their interest and attention."

"Hai."

"All to no effect. If anything, their performance even worsened."

"Hai."

"Well, Miss Nishida, I would suggest you do the opposite."

"Excuse please?"

"There is a Shingon Buddhist principle, Miss Nishida, called shugenja." It felt somewhat odd to be explaining Zen philosophy to an oriental woman, but perhaps that was rather typecasting of her. "The principle of the shugenja dialectic is embracing the opposite. You overcome through acceptance rather than through opposition. Abuse is healed through forgiveness, not through condemnation."

Miss Nishida was only vaguely familiar with the teachings of Shingon philosophy, but she did understand the basic principle of embracing the opposite. She nodded her head as Miss Harding continued to explain her proposal.

"If it is your appearance that is distracting to them, rather than hide it, display it."

"Onegai? Please?"

"Use your appeal, your beauty, to your advantage. If it is you they want, then make yourself, your appearance, you, contingent on their performance."

"Intriguing, yes." Misa nodded. This was most interesting. She could do this. This could work. The more she thought about it, the more sense it made. That which is of most interest, most reinforcing, should be, would be, that which would motivate the boys to learn.

"If you have doubts about the appropriateness of your curriculum, I suggest that you also speak to Mr. Peters. He certainly has the full trust and faith of the President and the Board (e.g., see "The Lessons, Chapters 1, 4 &17"), and he is very open to innovative pedagogy. If he endorses your prospectus for the next semester, and I am confident he will, then I feel that you should feel reasonably comfortable in its implementation."

Miss Nishida had, of course, heard of Mr. Peters. He had considerable respect amongst the faculty, and quite a reputation for original, even ingenious, approaches to motivating students. 

"In any case, I believe you should do what you feel is in your heart, what is necessary for the education, for the growth, of your students. What comes first is their education, and if we have the means of furthering their academic development, well, we should at least try."

"Yes, I am most grateful, Miss Harding, yes, thank you."

"Well, I do wish you the best of luck. Perhaps by this time next year, you will be a finalist for Teacher of the Year."

Just the thought of that possibility sent chills down Miss Nishida's spine. Imagine if that actually happened! She would be thrilled just to keep her job. Imagine if someday she even won Teacher of the Year. "You really think I could win, someday?"

"Miss Nishida, you are blessed with tremendous natural talents to influence, to motivate, to inspire, young men. I don't see how you could not be successful."

Miss Nishida gave Miss Harding's suggestion considerable thought. She was not entirely sure what Miss Harding was suggesting, but as she devised her plan it just seemed to all make sense, to fall into place. She at least felt that it was truer to her heritage, the principles of Shingon.

She worked up a detailed curriculum, which she then ran by Mr. Peters, as suggested by Miss Harding. Just as Miss Harding had suggested, Mr. Peters not only approved, he was fully enthusiastic. He hadn't seen anything as innovative as this in years. "Miss Nishida, your curriculum rivals The Program," an avante-garde manner of instruction recently implemented at Abberville, his previous employer. "If you find that you are having any difficulty, or meet with any resistance, please do not hesitate to contact me."

Miss Nishida was ecstatic, and she looked forward to the next semester with new hope, and considerable excitement.

Week One

A semester at Templeton consists of essentially 15 weeks of classes, with about three classes per week. The first class was confined to simply handing out the syllabus and explaining the curriculum. She went through the usual routine of the first day, talking about the required text, the reading assignments, the quizzes each week, the homework assignments, the tests, and the basis for the final grades. There were five boys in the class and, consistent with the past three years, they appeared to be much more interested in her breasts, legs, and bottom, than with the curriculum. Miss Nishida smiled to herself. She had in fact worn a particularly tight blouse and short, tight skirt on this first day of class. She wanted to generate as much motivation on the part of the students as she could.

When she had completed all that she would normally have covered that first day, she turned around and wrote the words, "Motivation, Work, Success, Reward," on the blackboard. She stepped back to allow the students to see what she wrote, and then erased it.

That was confusing, at least to those who were paying any attention.

"Hai, and what did I write? Anyone?"

Two of the students were paying attention and both remembered. Alex got his hand up first.

"Alex, very good. What was it?"

"Motivation, Work, Success, Reward."

"Hai, sore yo! Very good. I will be using new motivational tools this semester to encourage you to study harder, to pay more attention, to get better grades." She smiled with enthusiastic optimism, but they all just gave her a blank stare. Wouldn't you feel, or hope, that students would be enthusiastic about, or at least interested in, how their study habits and grades could be improved? The blankness of their stares was so disappointing. "Yes, well."

Miss Nishida then walked up to Alex, sitting in the traditional combination desk-chair. She smiled down at him. He looked up at her or, more accurately, at her breasts that now seemed to be towering over him. "Your correct answer to my question was success, Alex." She then leaned down and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. "And, that is the reward."

That caught everyone's attention, especially Alex. As her lips touched his cheek he flinched in shock. The other boys mouths fell open. Alex lightly felt his cheek as she walked back to the front of the class, her heels clicking across the floor, her bottom waving goodbye. The boys followed her every room. This was a most unpredictable and unusual teacher.

"Each week, on Friday, the student who performed the best during the previous week, who was most successful, will get award. Each week award will get better. I won't say in advance what award might be, but most of you will see it."

She definitely had the students attention now, although they didn't have much idea what she was talking about.

"Now, to be fair, there will be a few extra rules." She raised a finger to emphasize her points. "You can't be rewarded two weeks in row. Everyone must feel they have chance. And, boy with lowest performance each week is ineligible to view the award ceremony." It wasn't really clear why anyone would care about that, although it was kind of cool seeing Miss Nishida give Alex a kiss. "Are there any questions?"

David raised his hand.

"Yes, David?"

"Miss Nishida, what's the award?"

Teaching remedial English can be so frustrating. She smiled patiently though, not wanting to convey her frustration at his inattention. It was best to be patient, to be considerate and tolerant. "David, sorry, I won't say in advance what award will be."

"Yea, but if I don't know what the award will be, why would I work for it?"

"Each week award will improve. This week, I gave Alex first award. I don't believe I need to say anything else. Class dismissed."

The boys were understandably intrigued and mystified. But, Miss Nishida would not offer any further explanation.

Week Two

Through the rest of the first week and the first two days of the second week, she continued to dress as attractively, as revealingly, and at times as provocatively, as would be allowed for a Templeton professor. None of the boys, however, seemed to be taking her suggestion to heart. They were clearly paying much more attention to her cleavage, her nylons, her legs, her ankles, her bottom, her breasts, than to anything she was writing on the board or saying. Dressing down didn't seem to improve their grades, but dressing more provocatively did seem to provide an even greater distraction. She was concerned. Perhaps this new approach wasn't such a good idea after all.

In fact, when the following week's Friday did arrive, she had discovered that their performance was even lagging behind last year's students. Her supposed innovation was actually making matters worse. She was sorely disappointed. She even considered cancelling the entire plan. She stopped by Mr. Peters' office Friday morning and sought his advice, his guidance.

He reassured her. He told her to stick to the plan. Few great discoveries in pedagogy work smoothly right out of the gate. She must give it time to work, and she had hardly done that. Frankly, he wondered if she needed a motivational boost, which he would gladly provide.

She did not take him up on his offer, whatever it was. But, she did find their discussion helpful. She went to the class with renewed hope.

The students paid little attention to her lecture that day, their eyes again fixed on her bust, as well as waiting to hear who would win the award and, perhaps most importantly, what that award would be. She held that information until the last minutes of the class.

"Alright boys, I imagine you have been wondering who wins the award this week."

Most of them were indeed curious, but a couple could care less, particularly David.

Miss Nishida stood before the class, her breasts jutting out proudly as she herself read proudly from her class list. "Well, the best performance this week was put forth by Eddie. Omedito gozaimas!" She clapped her hands. A few of the boys joined in, albeit with considerably less enthusiasm.

Eddie hadn't actually worked that hard. He was just the brightest boy in the class, next to Alex, and naturally got the next highest grade (Alex didn't qualify, as he had won the award the previous week). Eddie could actually be an excellent student but he never applied himself. He devoted his time, his life, to computer games. It was unbelievable how much time he could waste. It was so frustrating to his parents. They repeatedly tried to get him out of his room, to at least do something outdoors, if he wasn't going to study, but he just kept his eyes glued to the computer, trying to conquer the barbarian civilizations.

Eddie grinned proudly over having won the award. He was quite surprised as he wasn't actually paying much attention to even the possibility of winning. He didn't really try to win.

"But, I must also announce, of course, the lowest marks this week. They were by David." This wasn't surprising either. He had paid the least amount of attention to her lectures throughout the week. Miss Nishida turned to David and gave a polite bow. "So sorry, David, but you can go now."

David shrugged with abject indifference. Frankly, it seemed to him that he actually just got the best reward. He gets to leave class early. He thought, 'These poor schmucks have to stick around and see the nerd get some stupid award.' "Okay, that's okay, Miss Nishida. Catch you later."

Miss Nishida waited as he slowly got up to leave. As he walked off she bowed politely again. "Sayonara. Sumimasen."

Once David had left the room she turned back to Eddie and smiled cheerfully. "Alright then, Eddie, please come up to front of class to get award?"

He gladly did so, although he stumbled somewhat getting up the aisle. He wasn't particularly dexterous. He came to the front of the class.

"Over here, Eddie." She turned sideways to the class, the profile of her prominent breasts drawing considerable attention. "Stand right in front of me."

This was now becoming very intriguing. Eddie could feel his heart rate accelerating and palms sweating as he stepped up to Miss Nishida. She was such a hot looking teacher. As he approached her breasts just seemed to get bigger and bigger and bigger. He stopped about a foot away, which was pretty awfully close.

"No, no, Eddie, stand right up against me."

"Excuse me?"

"I want your chest to touch mine."

Which meant that his chest would touch her tits? She couldn't be serious, but that was certainly, quite clearly, what she was saying, wasn't it? He tentatively stepped forward until his chest lightly, very lightly, just barely, touched the tips of her breasts through her blouse. He swallowed. The room was deadly silent.

"Now, kiss me, Eddie."

A bit of murmuring in the class could be heard, and a bit of shifting in chairs.

"Kiss you, Miss Nishida?"

"Yes, Eddie, that is your award. It has been my impression that you do find me attractive, at least a bit, don't you?"

Eddie wasn't sure what to say. The answer was, of course, 'yes,' but it was a little embarrassing to acknowledge this in front of the other guys, even though they found her equally attractive. What boy in this class didn't find this short, pretty teacher with the giant jugs attractive?

"I have noticed you admiring me." Quite a bit of shifting in chairs could now be heard. Eddie turned his eyes away from Miss Nishida in embarrassment, looking down, but in doing so he was looking right into those lusciously huge melons, straining the constraints of her blouse. In fact, he could even see a bit through the silk of her blouse, and she was wearing a very colorful lace brassiere. His dick started swelling in his slacks. "Haven't you ever had the thought, the fantasy, of kissing teacher?"

He had considerably more significant fantasies than just kissing her, but it was very awkward, to say the least, to admit to any such fantasy to her face, and, even worse, in front of his fellow students. What boy wants to tell his teacher that he would like to kiss her in front of the other students? He in fact remembered as a boy once telling a teacher that he liked her as he handed her a present his mother had bought for him, telling him that her teacher would like it very much, but when he presented it to her everybody just started laughing. Even the teacher seemed to be more amused than flattered.


Miss Nishida Motivates the Boys



"Eddie, I have only few minutes left for kiss. The bell for end of class will ring soon." She smiled sweetly and reached out with her hand to lightly touch his arm, trying to encourage him to make his move.

He leaned forward, a bit, into her breasts, feeling them beginning to press against his chest. He so hoped that his erection was not obvious. Thank goodness he was wearing briefs.

Miss Nishida though felt he was still moving too slowly, too tentatively. There was in fact little time left. She stepped forward, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and crushed his body against hers, crushing her full breasts deep into his chest, and planted her lips squarely on his.

His eyes opened wide in shock, as did the eyes of every boy in class. The lovely, the beautiful, the hot Miss Nishida was actually kissing a student right on the lips? Right in front of the class? And, this was no friendly, sister kiss. This was a real sensual, hot, steamy kiss. Miss Nishida was squirming her lips all around on Eddie's mouth. The room was filled with squishy, slurpy sounds of a sloppy, sexy smooch.

Miss Nishida even stuck her tongue out, at first to lightly lick his lips, and, when he opened his lips, she entered his mouth and licked and lapped his tongue with hers.

Eddie remained shocked, but also deeply, intensely thrilled. He forgot all about his erection and was simply lost in the pleasure, the delight, of this incredibly hot kiss.

He returned the favor and slipped his tongue into her mouth, and she grasped his tongue with her lips, sucking loudly on his tongue like it was his cock, bringing shocked gasps from the boys in the class.

RRRRRRRNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!

The bell rang for the end of the class. She broke the kiss and stepped back. Eddie was trembling, his heart racing. He quickly turned away from the class, hiding his confusion, but most importantly, his erection, from the other boys.

Miss Nishida turned to the students, her lips and chin wet with moisture. "Yes, very good, now before you run off." Normally they did run off when the bell rang, even if she was in mid-sentence. This time they sat there dumfounded, wondering, hoping, if there was perhaps more to this show.

Out of the sight of the other students Miss Nishida slipped her left hand over to the front of Eddie's pants, lightly stroking his erection with her fingers as she spoke to the rest of the boys. "Next week, new award, better than this one. Boy who performs best wins. Boy who does worst misses award presentation. Very simple." She turned half way to Eddie and firmly grasped his bulging cock with her left hand as she placed her other on his shoulder in reassuring sympathy. "And, to be fair, you can't win next week, hai?" She smiled sweetly at him as she squeezed his cock. "Not fair to win every week, ina?"

Eddie smiled back in pleasure and appreciation. "Yes," he admitted, feeling that he had already received a plenty good, plenty nice, award.

She turned back to the students. "Very good. Class dismissed!" 

The boys rushed out. Miss Nishida let go of Eddie's cock and went to the blackboard to erase her lecture notes. Eddie stayed where he was for awhile, at least until the other three boys had passed by, and then returned to his desk to get his books. He covered his crotch as he left the room but, as he got to the door he turned back and said. "Thanks, Miss Nishida."

She turned to him and smiled, bowed, and replied, "Do itashimashte!" He had no idea what she said, but it sure sounded nice.

Week Three

There was now a noticeable response to her curriculum. The students were busily writing down everything she said. They were not particularly good at taking notes but they were at least now making an effort.

Even David worked harder. He couldn't believe what he was hearing when Michael told him what the award had been. Michael had to be joshing him. There was simply no way a professor would kiss a student in a class, at least like the way he was describing it. But, he sure as heck didn't want to miss out again. He knew that he could never do so well as to win the award, but he did now at least want to see it.

Miss Nishida was so very pleased when the Friday of the third week arrived. The students' work was much improved. They still had a lot of ground to make up, but there was now definite progress.

After she had completed her lecture for that day she picked up her notebook, turned to face the students, and announced, "Yes, well, who gets award this week?" She slowly opened the notebook, enjoying the silent expectancy, the large eyes of the students. She pretended to be studying her notes, as if she was still trying to figure it out. "Ah, yes," she exclaimed, nodding her head, "Michael Anthony."

Michael grinned broadly. They were all a bit surprised. Michael was not among the most brightest students in the class, but it was clear that he had applied himself, vigorously so. They were all rather jealous, particularly Alex. But, he would try doubly hard to get back there again next week.

Miss Nishida turned her eyes again back to the book. "And, the boy who must go." She raised her head back up, a mischievous smile on her face. "The boy voted off class." She grinned at her own joke, but it didn't get much of any laugh. It wasn't that funny and none really wanted to be voted off. She looked back down and frowned. She did hate to say it, but it was true. "David Lee."

"Oh man!" he groaned. He had really tried hard. How could that be?

Miss Nishida stepped back so that he could get past and leave the room. As he glumly walked by she said, "So sorry. Gambette kudasai! Study hard, you can do it."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, as he took another walk of shame.

Once he left the room she called on Michael to come up to the front of the room to claim his award. Michael proudly strode to the front of the class.

"Michael, you ready for award?"

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, wondering what it might be.

Miss Nishida had Michael stand in front of the class, facing his fellow students. She smiled at him as she slowly circled around behind him. He turned his head to follow her path, but she admonished him. "You must keep eyes facing front. No turning head."

"Yes, ma'am."

She got right behind him, and paused.

He stood nervously, wondering what she was doing, or might do, his eyes glancing left and right, but he could not see her. He smiled nervously, noticing the grins of the students sitting in their desks before him. He flinched when he felt the fingers of her left hand lightly touch his left arm.

She spoke reassuringly, "Don't be nervous sei." She slowly slid the fingers of her hand up and down his left arm, and then did the same up and down his right arm. Despite her reassurance, Michael was notably nervous, shifting his feet, even trembling a bit.

Miss Nishida pressed her breasts into his back.

Michael stepped forward, to give her more room. "No, no, sei. Do not move." She stepped up to him again, and pressed her breasts deeply into his back.

The students could not see what she was doing, but they could tell from the expression on Michael's face that she must be doing something nice.

Miss Nishida softly, subtly, caressed his back with her breasts.

Michael closed his eyes. He had so often admired his teacher's big boobs. They were so large, so full, and now she was actually pushing them into his back, massaging the muscles of his back with soft, luscious boobs. It was confined largely to his middle and lower back, as she was so short, but that did not diminish the pleasure in any way. Michael recalled how at times a girl would inadvertently press her breasts against his back as she reached around him to get something or point something out. He often wondered if girls realized how sensual that felt, how good it felt, how sexual it seemed. Well, it was clearly sexual now. Even teachers would at times do it. leaning over his shoulder as he was working on a problem, pressing their breasts into his shoulder. Wouldn't she know how much he would love to touch, to feel, her breasts? And now she was actually sticking them right into him. Miss Nishida was doing this quite obviously, and intentionally, sensual. He would love to turn around and grab them, but he knew he couldn't, shouldn't. This, however, was still quite a substantially fine alternative to actually fondling them. Not too many teachers will dance their breasts along your back.

Miss Nishida even reached around him, under his arms, to touch, to caress, to fondle, his chest. He quickly clenched his pecs so that she would feel as much muscle as possible.

"Relax, Michael," she whispered into his ear. "Just relax and enjoy."

He did as she suggested, relaxing his chest muscles, while another 'muscle' began to grow in his slacks. He quickly clasped his hands in a quite obvious place, hoping nobody would know his intention or, worse yet, see what he was trying to hide.

The boys squirmed in their seats as they watched Miss Nishida's hands move slowly along Michael's chest, softly caressing, at times squeezing, his young muscles, his taught, tight body. She then brought her hands down to his waist, lightly running her fingers along his abdomen, just above where his own hands were clasped. Everyone watched and wondered, would she actually reach farther down? Would she really do that? Not to a student, and certainly not in front of everyone.

She didn't. She instead brought her hands back around his waist, behind him, to his behind, and softly caressed the cheeks of his butt through his slacks, while still pressing her breasts into his back, now even harder. She circled her fingers around and around his buttocks while at the same time circling her breasts around and around on his back. A boy's bottom did feel so nice, so tight, so firm, yet like any bottom soft and pliable as well. She leaned her head into his shoulder and lightly kissed him, whispering, "Osorenai you ni." He didn't understand what she was saying. It was Japanese, but it sounded so sensual.

A couple of the boys did notice a bulge in Michael's slacks, despite his efforts to keep it hidden, but they didn't begrudge him for that. They were themselves growing within their own slacks, wishing so much that it was they who was up there, vowing to study even harder next week as their cocks grew harder.

Miss Nishida slowly moved around Michael, around his right, slowly moving from his back to his side, all the while continuing to run her hands along his body, his back, his shoulder, his side, his chest, as she worked her way around him, keeping at all times her full, large, soft breasts pressing against him, from his back to his side, and finally to his chest.

She pressed her body against him and softly, slowly, but firmly, rubbed her tits into his chest. She reached down, unclasped his hands, and moved them aside. She wanted him to experience the full effect, as well as experience herself the full effect, to feel his hard erection pressing against her, against her pelvis, as she pressed and circled her hips around and around against his stiff, hard, young cock. She even reached around him, reaching down to grab his butt, firmly grasping his cheeks in her hands, squeezing them tightly as she pulled him to her, working his stiffness with her pelvis. It wasn't a lap dance, as he was standing up. It was more like chikan, a form of frotteurism all too common in Japanese subways and buses, but this was with mutual consent, and it was being performed by a woman on a man, much to his delight.

The boys in the class could not see everything, but what they did see was pretty outstanding. They saw their teacher's butt, clad in her tight business skirt, writhing and squirming against Michael's crotch. It was plenty erotic enough just to see this taught teacher's tush, tightly tied in her short, business skirt. It was pretty darn striking to see it working like a burlesque stripper, grinding on the classroom stage.

She pulled away from Michael, both of them a little breathless. The boys were frozen in their seats. Miss Nishida turned around to face them, hiding Michael's erection with her body, and making sure that they didn't see it by stepping back, pressing her bottom into his stiff hardness.

Michael looked down at the sight of his teacher's snug, firm butt, his protruding dick nestled amongst her cheeks. She reached behind her and grasped his hips, pulling his dick hard against her fanny. She circled her bottom around and around, smiling at her students' shocked expressions. Michael knew that if she kept this up much longer he would cum in his pants, and that would indeed be difficult to hide. But, it was really much too much fun, much too much good. He started to lightly, hump her bottom, dry humping the teacher's bottom right in front of the class.

RRRRRRRNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!

Fortunately, or unfortunately, he wasn't entirely sure which, the bell rang.

"Ah, yes," Miss Nishida announced, as if nothing unusual was happening, "Class dismissed. Be sure to study hard."

The boys got up slowly from their desks, feeling a little stunned. They really didn't know what to think, although they knew full well that they would indeed study hard, hiding their hardness as they left the room. Miss Nishida bowed to each as they passed by, pressing her bottom back into Michael's cock. Once they all had left she turned around and gave him a peck on the cheek and a squeeze to his cock. "You study too, Michael. It's important to always study hard." He nodded. It sure paid off this past week.

Week Four

The boys were beginning to apply themselves, even David. They were at least doing some studying which, for them, was a pretty big sacrifice. Studying was so, so monotonous: reading boring things over and over, trying to memorize stuff, trying to figure things out that made no sense. It was a terrible struggle, but when they felt like quitting they thought of the pretty Miss Nishida in her tight skirt, grinding her bottom into Michael's crotch. They didn't actually accomplish a lot in their studies, as they were not particularly competent at studying, but it was still better than it had been, better than nothing, which is what it had been before.

It wasn't all that easy though paying attention to what Miss Nishida was saying in class the next week, as she continued to dress in a very enticing manner. On Wednesday she was even wearing a miniskirt, allowing the boys to see all the way to the top of her thigh high nylons. She actually had to change into her skirt in the women's room just down the hall from her class. It was really too risky to wear such a short skirt on campus. She sorely doubted that other faculty would approve of such scanty dress on the part of a professor. She had recently seen a student wearing a comparably short blue plaid skirt, and she had gotten a spanking for it (see "Just a little peek").

She did certainly draw a lot of glances as she quickly strode to her class from the lavatory, her high heels clicking along the hallway floor. But, she felt that it was important to keep the boys' motivation up, to keep the sight of the prize out there in front of them, reminding them what they were working for.

She even purposely bent over a few times, letting them see the skirt rise up her thighs, her perky bottom poking out, itself tightly wrapped in very colorful panties. She liked highly colorful undies. On the day she wore the miniskirt she was wearing sheer light violet panties, trimmed with darker lace that complemented the pink and rose flowers that were embroidered across her bottom. She knew the boys would like seeing the flowers. She managed to keep dropping the chalk as she wrote on the board. "Oh my, so sorry," she would softly exclaim, looking quite apologetic, and then acting very embarrassed as she had to bend over, fully from the waist, her bottom rising before the class, to pick up the chalk, her short skirt actually rising well up her bottom, the pink and rose flowers coming into full bloom within the light of the class, the pouch of her cunny so very nicely displayed, peeking out between her thighs. Sometimes she even hesitated, paused, before she picked up the chalk, looking back at the boys in the class, all staring at her bottom and cunnie. She would smile sweetly at them, pick up the chalk, stand back up, and then pull down and straighten her skirt, and apologize. "Shitsurei shimasu. This skirt, I think much too small for me," and then resume her lecture, as if nothing unusual had happened at all.

When Friday arrived the boys were all very curious about who would be the winner. They all felt, with the exception of Michael, that they had a chance, even David. 'Somebody has to win, it might as well be me,' David thought. They all felt that they had made a reasonable effort. Actually, they all felt that they had made a great effort, although they could actually do much better. Nevertheless, it was enough effort that it was clear that their grades were improving. Only Michael's scores were poor that week. He knew that he couldn't win the award this week so there was little motivation for him to do the work. He would try again the following week.

When Miss Nishida finished her lecture for the day, she took her usual place in front of the class to make the announcement. She opened up her notebook, studied the figures, and announced, "This week's winner, is Alex." She looked up from her notebook, smiling, "Alex is lucky boy who wins again! Shuugi!"

Everyone but Alex groaned. It didn't seem fair that he got to win again. He hadn't actually won very much the first time, but they realized that he probably won this time just because he was smarter than the rest of them. They now fully appreciated the rule that he couldn't win next week. However, they knew he could perhaps win half the time. They vowed to work harder. They sure as heck didn't want him to get half the awards.

"And, the boy who gets to leave class early?" She hesitated for effect. "Michael."

"Alright!" cheered David. It was finally not him, although he was perhaps just lucky that Michael had worked so little, knowing that he couldn't win.

Michael now appreciated the rule that the lowest scoring boy had to leave the room. He couldn't win, but he sure as heck wanted to at least be able to watch. He vowed to work hard in any future week for which he wasn't eligible for the award. He glumly got up from his desk and walked out, scowling at the large grin on David's face.

"Okay, Alex, come up to the front to get award?" Alex came up to the front of the class, a very large grin on his face. He didn't know what the award would be, but given what he had seen the prior two weeks, it would surely be more than a peck on the cheek.

"Alex, you have any younger brother or sister?"

"Yes, Miss Nishida, two younger sisters."

"And what does your okaasan, your mother, do, Alex, when they misbehave?"

"Well, they get sent to their rooms, or they might be grounded for awhile."

"She doesn't spank them?" "Well, actually, yes, she has, particularly when they were younger." Alex's hands were sweating. He was wondering if she was going to spank him. Frankly, he knew that he would enjoy being spanked by a sexy woman, and sexy was certainly Miss Nishida. But, he wasn't so sure he wanted to be spanked in front of the class. That would hardly seem like an award.

"Did she ever spank you?"

Yes, this was going to be rather embarrassing. If this is what he got for all the studying, he was now done. "Yes, she did, when I was young."

"Did it ever excite you?"

"No, no, not really." He had to be honest. It hadn't. It might now. His mother was actually quite hot. But, obviously, that would be quite weird, to say the least. It would be hot to be spanked by Miss Nishida, in the privacy of her home, her not wearing any clothes, while she jerked him off. It wouldn't be that way though if she spanked him in class.




Miss Nishida Motivates the Boys



He could hear some of the boys chuckling. They were being very quiet, but he could still hear them. It was very amusing for them to realize that all of Alex's studying was only going to get him a spanking. They were now quite glad that they had in fact lost. 

"Would it excite you now?"

This was really quite painful. He confessed, even more quietly, he hoped, "Yes, maybe."

That drew quite loud guffaws from the class and Miss Nishida scolded, "Mugon! Anone!" as she slapped her hand forcefully on her desk, quickly silencing them. Alex wondered if this was how she was going to paddle him.

"Would it excite you to spank your pretty, sexy mummy?" That he had not ever really thought about. Well, that wasn't really entirely true. He had thought of his mother, sexually, in an innocent sort of way, when he would see her walking from her bath to her bedroom, covering herself only in a towel, or when she was dressing for a formal night out, leaving her bedroom door open, allowing him to see her only in a brassiere and panties. But, he hadn't actually thought specifically about spanking her. He wondered if he would prefer spanking her or being spanked by her. Never really a question he had pondered before, but the situation was generating some rather odd thoughts.

Miss Nishida did not force him to answer. She knew that it could be a difficult question for a young man, and she didn't really want to put him on the spot. This was to be his reward, not his moment of public embarrassment. She went over to stand in front of her desk, providing a more exaggerated wiggle to her walk than she normally offered, knowing that their eyes would be on her bottom. Bottoms must be on Alex's mind at the moment, and hers was a very nicely shaped one, and well wrapped at that by her tight, business skirt. She asked, "Have you ever spanked a teacher before?"

Whoa! "No, ma'am, no, I haven't." It was a rather large understatement.

"Have you ever wanted to?"

Now, that was a much easier question. Much easier than when the question concerned his mother. "Yes, ma'am, um, I have." The other boys were very grateful for that answer. All of them had fantasies of spanking a teacher. They each searched their memories, recalling the various teachers they would have liked to have spanked. There were some they wanted to spank for reasons of vengeance and anger, but there were also some for which it was combined with a considerable amount of eroticism, and even one or two for which it was totally sexual: the really cute, sweet ones with the tiny, perky tushes.

You are subservient to your teacher. You must sit there like a little boy while she instructs, scolds, rewards, and punishes. You couldn't even speak unless she gave you permission. Imagine then being in such a position of power, to turn the tables on her so completely, so fundamentally. She would be so embarrassed. No, she would be humiliated, mortified, as she had to bend over her desk, or over your lap, while you lifted up her skirt to spank her womanly sweet bottom.

Miss Nishida turned her back to Alex, and to the other students in the class. She slowly bent over her desk and thrust her bottom out toward the class. She turned her head, her face, back to Alex, and said, invitingly, "C'mon, Alex, spank me. Spank your teacher."

Alex could feel a surge of blood flowing into his loins, his balls coming alive, as he strode up to Miss Nishida, bowed submissively over her desk. Her skirt was always tight, but it was stretched now even further with her bending over the desk, grasping, clutching every curve of her perky fanny, outlining the distinct shape of her panties.

She gave him a little wave with her bum. "I do need a spanking, Alex. I have been a very bad teacher this week, letting all you little boys see my panties and everything, during class. Don't you think I was being a very naughty teacher?"

His cock twitched in his slacks. "Yes, ma'am," he quietly replied. He stared at his teacher's bottom. It was so charming, so bewitching.

"Don't spank me too hard, Alex. You wouldn't want to hurt my bottom, would you?"

He wasn't sure if she was being seductive or honest. Perhaps both. He had no intention though of actually hurting her. It would just be a playful spanking. He reached back with his hand and began patting her bottom, his cock swelling in his pants as he did so.

Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat.

It was indeed good fun. Just touching Miss Nishida's bottom would be an intense delight and he was doing quite a bit more, patting away at her fanny, feeling her softness, her pliancy, and her submission, bending over before him as he made her bottom wiggle and jiggle through her skirt.

Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat.

Miss Nishida giggled at the spanking, if you could call it a spanking. She knew though that it must be a delicious sight for the students, even if it didn't amount to much of a paddling, having the teacher present herself this way, submitting to such a thing in front of the class. David in particular was so much enjoying it. He had an inkling of what he had been missing, and now he knew. He vowed to be back here again next week. He may never win, but he sure wanted to at least be a witness to the one who did. He even felt a bit sorry for Michael.

Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat.

Miss Nishida indulged Alex this way for awhile, but she knew that there were only a few minutes remaining in the class. She turned her head back to him again and said, "Alex, I want you to spank me harder, like a real spanking."

His cock was fully engorged, straining in his pants. He knew that it wanted to obey his teacher. "Okay, if you say so, ma'am."

"And, Alex," she added, her voice quieter, "Lift up my skirt so that you can spank me right on my panties."

That did the trick. His cock surged in his slacks. He stepped in closer and reached for her skirt, the tight skirt of his teacher. All of the boys had to admit to having this fantasy, to some day, some how, be able to lift up the skirt of a pretty teacher, revealing to your eyes what she looked like underneath, what her underwear, her panties, looked like. His hands even seemed to be trembling a bit as he drew up her skirt, passed her thigh high nylons, passed her lily white thighs, and then, much to the fascination of Alex, and the boys, passed her bottom.

Miss Nishida was wearing green low rise panties, with little pink Tinker Bells flying all around, each one set against a bright yellow sun. It was quite a contrast with her black business skirt and beige nylons. However, her upraised pantied bottom was well tailored by her high heels. It was as if she was standing on tip toe, perching her bottom high up in the air. A woman's bottom looks so lovely when she is so bent over like that, so big and round, a lovely spherical orb, an enchantingly colorful pumpkin.

"Don't you like my panties, Alex?" she asked demurely, an exaggerated pout on her face. "I wore them special today because I knew I was going to get a spanking." She again waved her bottom. Everybody in the class was now rock hard. These were not the panties they would have expected a teacher to wear but, then again, they didn't actually have much experience seeing the panties a teacher might wear.

"Now, you give me a good spanking, but don't hurt Tinker Bell too much. She doesn't like to being spanked." 

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Alex began to more forcefully paddle her bottom. It still wasn't real hard, but it was at least more than patting.

Her fanny now shook and shaked, and she exaggerated her discomfort, her shame, by prancing and dancing her bottom in the air, like she was getting a really severe smacking. "Oh my, oh my, Alex! Such a hard spanking! You're so mean to spank your teacher this way. Oh no, oh my!"

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

This was a good fun spanking, for all of them. Many of the boys were reaching down into their slacks. It was a bit risky. None of them wanted to get caught playing with themselves. Who would want to get caught playing with oneself during class? Not that anyone wouldn't understand, but, still, no boy likes to get caught masturbating by another boy.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack

"You're such a meany, Alex. Must you spank me so hard! Oh my, this is so embarrassing. I'm your teacher and everything!"

Alex very much wanted to play with himself as he spanked Miss Nishida. She wasn't looking back at him anymore. She wouldn't see it, but there was no way it would go unnoticed by the other boys in the class.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

"If you keep this up, Alex, I'm going to tell your mother!" She looked back at him now, a petulant, pouting expression on her face, although her thoughts were actually quite pleased and proud. She could see the stiffness in his trousers. "She'll give you a spanking too, you know. And, maybe I'll even get to watch."

Smack!

"Ouch! Too hard! Too hard!"

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Miss Nishida's panties were beginning to ride up a bit, revealing more and more of her cheeks, which were turning quite pink. Alex concentrated on the parts that were becoming exposed, allowing himself direct contact with at least some of the bare ass cheeks of his teacher's bottom.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Miss Nishida continued to feign protest. "If you don't stop, I'll spank you myself, right in front of the class. I'll pull your pants down. Maybe even your undies!"

Smack!

Alex grinned at the thought, as it made him think of pulling her panties down. He would not, of course, do so without her permission. He would not push his luck. This was a treat that you didn't want to risk losing.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

"Then I'll see your penis, Alex." She said more softly as he continued to paddle her. "I bet it will be a big one, Alex, won't it. A really big penis that got all hard and stiff from spanking me."

RRRRRRRNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!

Alex dutifully stopped and Miss Nishida pushed herself back off the desk. She turned to the class, her hands behind her on her behind, rubbing it softly. It didn't really hurt, not much at least. Her cheeks did feel awfully tingly, but it was a nice tingly. Alex was much more flustered and confused than Miss Nishida was spanked. He moved in behind her, in part to enjoy the sight of her rubbing her bottom, particularly as she was doing it with her skirt raised up from behind, but also to hide his stiffness from the rest of the class. She modestly pulled her skirt back down over her bright green Tinker Bell panties.

"Alright, boys, class dismissed! And, remember, yoku benkyou shinakereba ikemasen yo! You must study hard!"

Week Five

The boys were now really trying to apply themselves. Michael was certainly back on track. Alex could have brushed this week aside but he saw what happened to Michael the previous week. Phillip even asked Miss Nishida for some extra reading.

At the end of the week the boys fell silent as they waited for the word. Miss Nishida stood in her spot in the front of the room. She had her notepad, but at first she just held it behind her, turning her shoulders left and right, rocking them back and forth, suggestively waving her full, meaty breasts at the class. She watched the eyes of the students follow their movement. It was like they were at a ping pong match, their eyes going back and forth. She wondered if she could hypnotize a boy this way. They were certainly entranced at the movement.

She brought the notepad out from behind her, opened it, and without further hesitation said, "The highest achieving boy this week was Phillip! Shuugi! And, the boy who must leave us is." She hesitated here. She did feel bad for him. "David."

"Oh man, not again!" He thought he had gotten over the hump. He had really worked hard. It must have been harder than anyone else. They just didn't have to work as hard to stay ahead of him. "This really isn't fair," he grumbled.

"I'm so sorry, David," Miss Nishida said as he departed from the room. "Mainichi benkyou suru hou ga ii desu. You must study every day. You will get better. I promise."

"Yea, right," he said, as he left the room.

Everyone felt bad for him. Nobody wanted to take his place, but they appreciated how frustrating and disappointing it must be for him.

Still, their minds quickly shifted to a more positive, pleasing topic, the boy who had won. They were frankly surprised at that, but Alex and Michael knew how hard Phillip had worked. He deserved it, whatever it might be. Miss Nishida called him to the front of the class.

He stood before her. A bulge developing simply out of anticipation. She smiled flirtatiously at him as he waited for his award, swaying her breasts side to side, her eyes sparkling beneath her spectacles, the dimples on her cheeks so pretty when she smiled. "Would you like your award, Phillip?"

"Oh yes, ma'am, definitely." He licked his lips.

She slowly removed her jacket and carefully laid it on her desk. She then returned to her position, standing directly in front of Phillip. "Your award is that you can play with my breasts until the bell rings, but only outside blouse, and only my breasts. Understood?"

Phillip's cock instantly swelled to full erection, perhaps just at the sound of her describing the offer, let alone thinking about it, let alone actually doing it. And, the cocks of all of the boys grew as well, their eyes fixed on Phillip's prize, the jutting, full breasts of Miss Nishida. This was a grand prize indeed. This was a mother lode of a prize. What boy in this class had not dreamed before of touching Miss Nishida's breasts, and Phillip was actually going to get to do it! Boy, were they going to study hard next week, more than they had ever imagined they could!

"Are you serious?" Phillip really couldn't believe it.

Phillip hesitated, as had Michael and Alex. She was again surprised by their timidity. There was only a limited amount of time. Why don't these boys just get started? She reached out and grasped each of his hands, and crushed his palms into her full, soft breasts.

"Oh my gosh!" "Man!" "No way!" the boys in the class loudly exclaimed.

Miss Nishida let go of Phillip's hands, turned part way to the boys, Phillip's hands remaining firmly placed on his teacher's breasts as she turned, not really doing anything but certainly not about to let go. "Yame!" She warned them. "You must behave and remain quiet. No disturbance."

They understood her meaning. Loud noise could attract curiosity from the hall. None of them was about to do anything that might jeopardize the award ceremony. They quickly quieted down and, like good boys in any class, remained quiet and respectful as they watched their fellow student grabbing onto Miss Nishida's big boobs.

She turned her attention and breasts back fully to Phillip, his hands following the movement of her breasts. She smiled at him. "Now, don't just hold onto them, Phillip. Play with them."

Phillip felt he might in fact need to hold onto them to prevent himself from falling down, his legs felt so weak and trembling with excitement, with nervousness and arousal. But, there was clearly much more that he wanted to do. He first just squeezed them.

Miss Nishida gasped with his squeeze, bringing another swelling to Phillip's cock. He was not wearing briefs, and his erection was really very obvious to everyone in class. Eddie nudged Alex, pointing it out. It was kind of amusing to see another boy with an obvious boner, particularly while standing at the front of the class. But, still, there was something much more enjoyable to look at. In any case, Eddie decided to wear pretty tight underwear for the next Fridays to come.

Phillip began to explore Miss Nishida's breasts, squeezing here, fondling there, lifting, holding, cradling. It might not seem to be that intensely fun to someone with more experience than Phillip, to an adult who had fondled many a breast in his life. Well, perhaps it still would be, as these breasts were so lusciously large, had been so tempting for so long, and they were the breasts of his pretty teacher, Miss Nishida. He knew he could do this for hours. It was a shame that it was only a few minutes.

She gave him a little smile, her large oval eyes sparkling behind her glasses. She had forgotten how a young man's hands can feel on your breasts, so eager, so happy, so desiring. She thrust her chest out in encouragement, although perhaps most encouraging for him were her nipples stiffening beneath his touch. She made sure to wear a soft cotton brassiere that day. She didn't want to chafe. Plus, she figured that a little extra layer of softness would be nice for the boy.

He concentrated for awhile on her nipples, squeezing them, pinching them, and even trying to flick them with his fingers through her blouse. It would be so nice, so terribly nice, to be able to reach beneath her bouse, to actually feel them bare breast naked. Perhaps that would be a future prize? Miss Nishida whimpered with pleasure as she felt the boy play with her nipples.

He even got quite playful for a moment, placing one hand beneath each breast and bobbing them up and down like he was juggling balls or, perhaps more accurately, big water balloons. Miss Nishida's boobs were quite a load to bounce and bobble. Despite being well supported by her brassiere, they clearly jiggled and shook, as her mother used to say when reading him the Christmas poem, "They shook, like a bowlful of jelly."

It was perhaps a bit disrespectful of the teacher. Not too many teachers will be particularly happy if you bobble their boobs, particularly in front of and to the delight of the other students in the class, but Miss Nishida didn't mind. This was the award she promised. He could do anything he wanted with her breasts and, besides, it was all in good fun. If it entertained the other boys in the class, all the better, as it would only motivate them to work harder.

Phillip then returned to a more sexual handling, fondling, and squeezing. Miss Nishida again sighed with pleasure. His hands were so tender, so affectionate, so innocent. He could feel her breasts rising and falling with her breaths. He leaned his face in closer, and she reached out and pulled him the rest of the way, so that he could bury his face in the security, the warmth, the lusciousness of her deep, full breasts.

His hands fell to his sides as his face was smothered in her pillows. It was an odd feeling, as if he was being embraced within the bosom of a mother, although not a mother, his teacher, his teacher with very motherly, womanly, nurturing breasts. He breathed in deeply the lovely scent of her perfume, and reached back up with his hands and clasped each breast again, pressing them more deeply, heavily, into his face. Miss Nishida, in turn, reached down and clasped her hand around the bulb of his cock that was notably sticking out the front of his slacks.

Gasps could be heard among the boys in the class. When had any one of them ever seen a teacher grab a boy's hard cock? The answer was obvious. None of them had ever imagined that remedial English would be this good. Eddie and Alex reached down and grabbed hold of their own cocks, in kinship with Phillip. They no longer had any thought of laughing at his erection. On the contrary, they were gaining considerable satisfaction themselves through their vicarious gratification, watching Miss Nishida fondle the bulb of Phillip's cock as they fondled their own.

BRRRRRRRNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!

Miss Nishida gently pushed Phillip away, patting his shoulder in sympathy, knowing how much he wanted to continue. But, education is on a strict schedule, and it was time for them to go to their next class, to hopefully learn as much as they were learning from Miss Nishida. But, not likely so. "Alright students, class dismissed."




Miss Nishida Motivates the Boys



They got up awkwardly from their desks, bending over somewhat, their books held close to their crotches. Miss Nishida grinned. It was very cute seeing the boys trying to hide their stiffies as they left the room, and it was inspirational. She felt so happy, so proud. She could see that she was turning it around. She was becoming a very successful teacher. She smiled and politely bowed, saying "sayonara" as each one passed.

Week Six

There was no class on the sixth week. It was a semester break. The boys were sorely disappointed, which is really music to a teacher's ears. If there was ever a sign that her system was working that was it. How many students complain about taking a vacation from classes?

David in fact took the time to stop by Miss Nishida's office, seeking advice, assistance. He didn't want to be the loser every week. He knew that he wasn't likely to ever get an award, but he at least wanted to see what happened. Plus, it was just simply embarrassing, having to repeatedly take the walk of shame. It was such a public humiliation.

Miss Nishida was quite sympathetic. She was not about to cheat on his behalf, provide him points he did not deserve, but it was entirely consistent with her duties, her responsibilities, her charge as a professor to help a student in need, to provide extra attention and guidance, to help the student improve. She spent a number of hours with him during the vacation time, going over lecture notes in more detail, helping him to appreciate the central points, and the fine points.

Miss Nishida also met with Mr. Peters. She was so excited about the considerable progress the students were making. And, he gave her some very useful advice. He encouraged her to keep a good record of the nature of the exercises and their effects on students' grades. This degree of documentation will go far when she writes up the results for publication.

She couldn't believe it. Publication? Last semester she was worrying if she was going to be employed, and now Mr. Peters was suggesting that she would even be able to publish a treatise on her new, innovative teaching methods. She couldn't wait for the next week, to get back to class and track their further progress.

Week Seven

Her students were raring to go when they returned from vacation. They had hit the books hard, some even so during vacation, much to the surprise and delight of their parents. They were also doing a better job taking notes in class, although Miss Nishida was especially distracting this Friday. She removed her jacket at the beginning of the class and it was clear that she wasn't wearing a brassiere. With breasts as large as hers, it was really quite obvious. They were hanging down a bit more and her nipples seemed so much more evident, with only a thin blouse between them and the boys' eyes. But even more suggestive was how they jiggled and wiggled with just about any little movement. It was like she had two giant bags of jello beneath her blouse, which were so fun to watch when she wrote on the board. She would turn to the class and say, "Please excuse. I forgot brassiere today. Very embarrassing."

The boys particularly liked it when she bent over at their desks, helping them with their notes. Her tits then hung down right before their eyes. They could see them swinging and swaying beneath her blouse as she made corrections to their writing. They asked for lots of individual help that day. She was so glad that they were now so very enthusiastic, so invested in improving their work. They had never seemed to care before. But now, they kept asking for individual help and attention. She couldn't be happier.

Miss Nishida had a special award that day, and she looked forward to its presentation. All teachers enjoyed providing their students with citations, honors, and commendations. It was perhaps the most enjoyable part of the job, the moment that you convey your satisfaction, your pride, for your students' achievements, and then with pleasure and joy watch their eyes light up, some times even tear up, with appreciation and gratitude as they step forth to receive their accommodation.

Miss Nishida smiled broadly as she opened her notepad. "The boy who has achieved the best this week." She did hesitate a moment. "Eddie Halen!" Alex furrowed his brow. He considered himself to be the brightest student in the class and that he would naturally win half the time. Apparently his classmates were really applying themselves more than he had anticipated. Well, a little competition isn't the worst thing in the world.

Eddie smiled broadly. He had indeed worked hard the past two weeks. Michael and Phil conveyed their congratulations. They would much prefer to win but they were pleased that someone had bested Alex. If Eddie could do it, then perhaps they could as well? They found Eddie winning to be most encouraging.

"And, the boy who needs to study more." David's eyes went to his desk, staring at his notes and papers. He had tried terribly, terribly hard; more so than ever before. But, he knew he wasn't one of the brighter students in the class. "Michael Anthony." David's head shot back up and a big grin spread across his face. He had done it! He really had done it. He could in fact compete with these guys. He didn't always have to lose.

Michael was stunned. They were all a bit surprised, as they assumed that David would anchor the low spot on the totem pole. Well, just as they were encouraged by the fact that Alex didn't win, they were a bit apprehensive over the fact that David didn't lose. Michael left the room, but not after first congratulating David. Miss Nishida appreciated that. It was good to see that her boys were being friendly and considerate while still highly competitive.

"Eddie, come to front of room and receive award."

Eddie got up from his desk rather quickly, almost knocking it over. Miss Nishida giggled at his enthusiasm. These were really very good boys. Some professors considered the remedial English students to be losers, a waste of resources. They were students who probably never should have been admitted to college. There were other places more suitable for boys such as these, such as community colleges, technical colleges, or the service industry. Miss Nishida could see otherwise. They just needed a little help, a little support, a little encouragement. Eddie took his place before Miss Nishida.

"Eddie, your award is that you can play with my breasts until bell rings."

Eddie grinned. This was going to be real good fun. He had been most envious of Phillip two weeks ago, and this time she wasn't wearing a brassiere. This would be even better.

Miss Nishida pulled the tails of her blouse from her skirt, her breasts notably wiggling beneath as she did so.

"And, for you, oshiego, beneath the blouse." Eddie's grin grew even broader. His bare hands on her bare breasts? Those huge, lovely soft, squishy boobs? His cock grew rapidly in his slacks, which was comfortably tucked facing up beneath tight briefs. All the boys, with the exception of David, were now being quite selective in their underwear selection on Friday, just in case they won. Eddie selected a pair that would be most effective in hiding any embarrassment. Alex though had opted for the opposite approach, wearing quite loose boxers in case he was selected; he would suffer the embarrassment for the pleasure of her touch.

Miss Nishida pulled her blouse away from waist, indicating to Eddie the path his hands should take. Unlike the boys before, he did not hesitate. He reached under Miss Nishida's blouse, momentarily enjoying the feel of naked skin, any naked, personal skin. He was so relieved that he was wearing tight briefs, his cock was growing so hard so fast as he felt his hands on Miss Nishida's smooth, naked skin.

The boys were very, very jealous. It was amazing enough to see Phillip playing with Miss Nishida's breasts outside of her blouse. They were stunned to see Eddie being given the opportunity to actually feel them beneath her blouse.

Eddie did not stay long at her abdomen. He quickly moved up to the much greater award, the golden globe awards of Miss Nishida's globes. The boys watched Eddie's hands move up, farther up, beneath, the teacher's blouse.

Miss Nishida's breasts were as good as he could have hoped. They were so full, so large. He had never felt breasts like this before, not even close. He had certainly felt a few breasts in his life. He was not entirely inexperienced, but those had been the breasts of girls. These were the breasts of a woman, a full grown woman with full womanly breasts. These were truly flesh bags of motherly milk. He clutched each of them within his hands, trying to hold as much as he could within each grasp, but they were so large, so humongous, so mountainous, so voluminous. He felt like a baby clinging to his mother's bosom.

He moved his hands beneath them and lifted each one up, much to the pleasure of the boys in the class. They could at least see that. He did not bounce them though like Phillip had. He only wanted to get a feel, a concrete feel, of their size, their mass, their weight, and he was not disappointed. These were truly the breasts of a woman.

Miss Nishida smiled at the boy's playful exploration of her breasts. She felt as much the teacher here as she did when she was helping Eddie with his writing, teaching him, showing him, what a woman's breasts are like. She whispered, "Touch my nipples, Eddie."

He did as she instructed, letting her boobs fall back down to their natural shape as he moved his hands up to her nipples, which were really quite stiff and erect. She whispered, as if only to him, "Do you feel how hard they are?"

"Yes," he said. He did indeed. He wondered if women with large breasts naturally had large nipples. He felt like asking her. After all, she was his teacher. But, it could be a rather naive, embarrassing question. Nobody his age wants to embarrass himself in front of the class asking dumb questions about the size of women's nipples.

"They're hard because of you, Eddie, because of your hands, your fingers." She reached out herself, with her right hand, and gently rested her fingers against the hardness in his pants. She stepped in closer to him, forcing his hands to press harder against her breasts, as she pressed harder onto his hardness. His briefs were tight, but she could still feel him within them, the feel of a young, hard, erect dick.

She rode the fingers of her hand up and down his hardness and said softly, "Play with them, touch them, feel them as if I feel you." She gripped her fingers onto the shaft of his cock, as best she could through his slacks and briefs, and squeezed him.

He complemented her hand on his cock by squeezing her breasts, feeling her feminine softness give way to the strength of his hand as her hard nipple pressed into his palm.

They both continued to explore and fondle each other, together. Eddie exploring the naked tits of his teacher, Miss Nishida the clothed cock of her student. The boys in the class reached down into their own laps, working their hands on their own cocks, imagining that it was the hand of Miss Nishida, feeling so jealous of Eddie, but still enjoying very much the opportunity to at least watch the award show.

Eddie could feel the breathing of Miss Nishida quicken, her breasts rising and falling within his hands, as he explored, fondled, cuddled, and squeezed her lusciousness. Miss Nishida was indeed becoming excited. She could feel warmth growing within her thighs as she felt the boy working her breasts while she worked his young, hard cock. Miss Nishida squeezed him harder, rubbed him harder. She had never given a boy, or a man, a hand job through his pants before. There was something about it that was uniquely erotic. She wondered if she should make him cum in his pants. It would be nice to make a boy wet his pants this way, squirting into his briefs because he couldn't control himself under her sensual touch.

Eddie was giving himself over to the pure bliss of the moment. Not too many boys are provided hand jobs by their teachers! However, not too many boys would also last too long under such circumstances, feeling a teacher's big tits under her blouse as she jerked him off through his slacks. "Miss Nishida," Eddie whispered, feeling himself getting very close.

She stopped. "No, no," she whispered, "Deru, no, you mustn't cum. That would be a very bad boy, to cum in your pants, right in front of class. Hai?" She grasped his hands within her own, through her blouse, and squeezed them, squeezing her breasts through his hands. "You must learn control yourself, Eddie."

Eddie was a little embarrassed at her saying this in front of the class, but some of the other boys needed to learn this lesson as well. David in particular could feel himself getting close. But, he didn't care. He knew he would never win the award and he wanted to make the most out of being simply a witness.

Miss Nishida returned her hand to his crotch. "Good boys don't wet pants in class, Eddie." It was a rather infantalizing way to put it, but she in fact made a very good point. There was no way he would be able to hide the wetness if he did cum. It would feel so good, so very, very good, though, to cum in response to Miss Nishida's sensual caressing of his cock, but in the end, perhaps, he might feel even worse, particularly as he left remedial English for his next class.

Miss Nishida used both of her hands on him, stroking, caressing, squeezing his cock. "You mustn't squirt in pants," she whispered, as she smiled at him, looking him in the eyes, squeezing the tip of his cock. "You probably have so much cum, so much manliness. It would make such a big mess, a big, wet, sloppy mess."

She was making a very good point, but simply her talking this way was making him want to cum even more, and certainly her squeezing the tip of his dick didn't help either. Eddie could feel himself now awfully close. She may be trying to discourage him, but her caressing the underside of his cock, his most sensitive spot, said something else altogether.

"I would though love to see you spurt, to see your manly spray, squirting all over the room, all over my dress." She leaned into him, "and, all over my face. Would you ganmen shawa? Cum all over your teacher's face?" She closed her eyes, leaned harder into him, and said, "Teacher would love to have you squirt all over me, on my cheeks, my nose, my lips, dripping down on my big boobie flesh."

It took all the willpower Eddie could muster, but with those last remarks David found himself going over the edge. He was not though losing control. Unlike Eddie, he was in full control: willfully, willingly releasing his load into his pants. He might not have as much cum as Miss Nishida was suggesting, but it was plenty enough to fill his pants. He closed his eyes, and he basked in the pleasure of his orgasm, feeling the surging, pulsations of relief sweep through him as his cock twitched and jerked in his trousers, gushing forth his thick, sticky gism into his briefs. It was indeed a mess, but a very delightful, pleasurable, slippery sloppy spill.

"You wouldn't want to walk to next class with a big wet sloppy stain, now would you Eddie?"

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David was jerked rudely out of his reverie, and the reality of what he had done now swept over him as had his orgasm just moments ago. He quickly grabbed his books and crushed them against his crotch. He instantly headed for the door, Miss Nishida bowing to him as he passed by. He knew that he would have to miss his next class, as he was heading straight home.

Week Eight

Miss Nishida continued to be pleased by the progress of her students. She had been particularly happy to see David no longer obtaining the lowest score. She had spent so much individual time with him and was so pleased to see that the effort had indeed paid off. He needed some tangible evidence that studying hard did have its rewards. He may never actually obtain the highest scores for the week, but it was a big step for him to not have to take the walk of shame, and better yet, to be able to stay in class and witness the award ceremony. He did appear to be awfully pleased with having been there the previous week as he departed with a very satisfied look on his face.

She had never experienced before such rapport with her students. They even came to class with a smile on their faces, so eager to learn. They seemed to hang on her every word, and she did her best each week to give them further encouragement. On the Monday and Friday of the eighth week, she again wore no brassiere. This was a form of assistance that was really so easy to provide. It took no additional work on her part, yet it obviously had such a beneficial effect.

She would come to class wearing her business jacket, so that other faculty and administrators would not be privy to her rather provocative dress. But, once class started, she would remove the jacket to allow the boys the inspiration of seeing her voluminous titties bounce and wiggle throughout her lecture. It was really just innocent fun, and all for the good of their education.

She was not naive though. She was not stupid. She knew that teasing them like this, her little exhibitionistic displays, could itself be distracting. They would at times fail to follow a point, or even miss it entirely, their eyes and minds on her breasts rather than the blackboard. But, altogether, the losses more than outweighed the gains. She knew full well that if she did not dress up for her lectures, if she did not encourage them, if she did not reward them on each available Friday, they would be achieving far less.

When Friday rolled around she was ready to provide the prize. She read from her notepad, "Today's high achiever is. Oh my, yes, once again, Alex."

Alex smiled victoriously. Nobody was surprised. It would be hard to keep Alex off the victory stand, and he had applied himself particularly hard this week. It also helped that his stiffest competition, Eddie, didn't qualify.

"And, the boy who must step out is, let me see, oh, yes, well, it's Michael, again." She didn't mean to rub it in by saying "again." It was just that she was so surprised, as was everyone else in the room, including David. David in fact couldn't belief it. He was continuing to study hard, but he figured that Michael would pass him by, having eliminated him the previous week. This studying thing he was doing is really paying off some dividends.

Michael, disgusted with himself, got up. As he walked by, Miss Nishida bowed and said, "Gambette kudasai, don't give up. Keep trying."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied. He knew now that he really couldn't count on David. David had apparently discovered some abilities or strengths that nobody had previously realized were within him. If it was a contest David wanted, then he would be game. He would study so hard next week that there would be no way that he would lose.

Once he departed Miss Nishida called on Alex to come to the front of the room.

Alex strode to the front with considerable pride and anticipation. Despite being the brightest boy in the class, he had in fact only won twice and, as far as he was concerned, not that much. The first time a quick peck on the cheek, and the second time the chance to paddle Miss Nishida. He was hoping for a bit more intimate contact, and he got it.

Miss Nishida had him stand against the blackboard, facing the class. She wanted him to be a good distance away from the class, as she wanted her own privacy for this one.

"Alex, to collect award, I want you to reach up my skirt and remove panties."

'So far so good,' Alex thought. He had so much wanted to remove her panties when he was spanking her, and now this award was even beginning with precisely that. He got down on one knee and reached up under her skirt, Miss Nishida smiling down at him as he did so, stroking his hair.




Miss Nishida Motivates the Boys



Alex began to lift up her skirt, but Miss Nishida stopped him. "No, no, Alex, mite wa ikemasen, you can't look. No looking at teacher there. That would be very naughty thing for student to do, don't you agree?"

"Yes, ma'am," he replied. He slid his hands up her skirt, finding the path to her panties, working blindly in the dark, working their way up her thighs, enjoying the slick feel of her nylons, and then the smooth feel of her skin. He saw more when he was paddling her, but this was considerably more intimate than just paddling her bottom, even with her skirt pulled down. He was now able to actually feel down there, under there, feel her in her most intimate, most feminine of places.

He paused when he reached her panties, the panties of his teacher, and this time the front of them. He hesitantly, cautiously, touched her right in the most personal place: right on her cunnie. He looked up at her.

"Alex, my, my, where do you have your fingers?"

He didn't remove them, but he also didn't say anything, nor did he do anything more than just rest them there. He was very uncertain what he should do. You really didn't want to offend a teacher by fingering her when she didn't want it.

"Now, don't you ignore your teacher. Tell her, and all the rest of the boys in the class, where you have your fingers."

"Um, on your, your." He really didn't know how best to put this. He wanted to say "Your soft, luscious, cunt," but that might be rather offensive. Frankly, he didn't want to say it in any way, but, you should never disobey your teacher when she calls on you. Imagine refusing to answer a teacher's question, and certainly not when she is letting you put your hand up her skirt. "On your, um, vagina, Miss Nishida."

She turned her head back to the students behind her. "Did you hear that, shounen?"

"Yes, ma'am," they dutifully replied.

"Where is Alex's hand, Eddie?"

"On your vagina, Miss Nishida."

"Yes, very good. You listen well." She turned back to Alex. "Now, you take your fingers off of there, Alex. I don't think Dean Jackson would approve of you having your finger on a teacher's cunnie, even if you call it her vagina."

He did as she asked. He removed his fingers from her soft, sweet mound. It was very likely that Dean Jackson, the Dean of Arts and Sciences, would disapprove of his hands simply being under her skirt, but he thought it best not to argue with her. You rarely won an argument with a teacher and, besides, he knew she wasn't really being serious.

"Now, be a good boy and pull down my panties, like I asked you to."

"Yes, ma'am." That was a far better instruction. He reached up higher, being careful at the same time not to lift up her skirt too high, which really wasn't that easy as her skirt was so tight. He slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, smiling with delight as he did so. What boy wouldn't smile as he pulls down his pretty teacher's panties? He wondered what they would look like. Her Tinker Bell panties had been so incredibly erotic, there was no telling what she was wearing now. But, he would soon find out.

"Not too far, oshiego. Just to the top of my nylons. I don't want anyone to see my panties."

Her modesty was confusing, but beguiling. Perhaps she was not wearing particularly pretty panties that day. In any case, he pulled them down as far as she had instructed, leaving them rolled up around her thighs, out of sight of the boys and himself, a disappointment to all of them.

Miss Nishida was actually wearing quite appealing panties. She always wore nice panties, as her skirts did have a tendency to ride up and you never wanted to be exposed with unattractive undies. The reason she didn't want them all the way down was simply because she felt it would be more appealing, more sensual, to leave them hidden, all the boys knowing that they were pulled down, but still hidden from view. Plus it felt so erotic to have them all bunched around her thighs. She just felt so naughty with them that way. Having them tangled around her thighs constricted her movement and repeatedly reminded her of her state of undress. She pulled Alex back up, off his knees, to stand before him.

"Now, Alex, I want you to unbutton my blouse."

'Oh my,' he thought, his cock swelling in his slacks, not at all hidden by his loose boxers, 'This was going to be real good.' He reached out for her blouse, started with the top button and worked his way down. He worked quickly, like he was about to open his last and most treasured, most desired, birthday present. Miss Nishida smiled at his eagerness, feeling herself being jerked left and right as he hurriedly worked his way down her blouse.

She felt like a young woman once again, watching with amusement at the boy desperately undoing her blouse. She could have done it herself, but it was always so much more fun to watch the boy do it. He would be so eager, but his eagerness only exacerbated his inexperience, the end result being a bit clumsy and inefficient. She did at least help by pulling her blouse out from her skirt. Imagine how worse it would be if the buttons on blouses and men's shirts were the same? She wondered if they were opposite precisely for this reason, so that it was easier for the man, or the woman, to unbutton their partner (see "Jackie learns to balance her studies").

When he was done he dropped his hands to his side, not wanting to presume anything.

Miss Nishida though didn't disappoint. She reached up, clasped her blouse in her hands, and opened it up, opening up to his eyes the sight of her breasts, entirely exposed, completely naked. "What is it that you see, Alex? Tell rest of class what you see."

His eyes were about as large as saucers, as the sight before him was really unbelievable. Miss Nishida, his teacher, was exposing to his eyes, his eyes alone, her naked full boobs, and they were so terribly gorgeous. They actually stood up fairly well, despite their size. They did fall a bit. She was, after all, a woman, no longer a girl, and with full, natural breasts. These were breasts so much better than he had ever seen before on the internet, and he had seen quite a few. They were like two small white mountains, with dangerously steep slopes on the sides, a particularly deep valley in between, one in which any boy would love to ski down, and, toward the front were two little lookout towers, perching precariously on the forward slopes.

"I see her breasts. I see Miss Nishida's naked breasts."

The three boys were so terribly jealous. They so wished she would turn around, but that, of course, would mean that they would be sharing in the award. It was Alex's award, his honor to be the only one feasting on the victor's banquet.

She looked back over her shoulder? "Is that what you boys call them? Breasts?"

Alex blushed. He had just called them something else, at least in his head, but that would seem so disrespectful. He couldn't say that to her face.

"Tell me, Alex. Tell me what they are, at least this one time."

He said it softly, his eyes never leaving their sight. "Boobs, Miss Nishida. They're your boobs, your jugs."

Miss Nishida giggled, her jugs jiggling as she did. She could see how embarrassed he was to admit that he would use such terms. She didn't mind. He was little more than a boy, at best a young man. At times it was best to tolerate a youthful indiscretion. And, besides, she could see how excited he was, quite visibly so. Alex's slacks were jutting out much more severely than had Eddie's.

Alex was glad that his teacher was protecting her modesty from the rest of the class, as she was also thereby hiding from view his hard-on, at least from them. Certainly not from her. She let go of her blouse with one hand and brought it to his dick. She squeezed its head. "And, this is your cock, isn't it, Alex."

"Yes, ma'am," he gasped.

"I bet I know where you would like to put it."

"Ma'am?" There were quite a few places he would like to put it, one of them being right into the slopes of her cleavage. His dick would be so thoroughly buried there, smothered in the soft, white pillows. She reached out for his hand and brought it back to her skirt, under and up her skirt. His dick swelled further as he watched, and felt, his teacher bring his hand farther and farther up her skirt, back to where it had been just a short time ago, but this time there was no barrier, no pantie, to protect her. She brought his hand right to her cunt, her warm, her wet, her womanly cunt.

"Put your finger inside me, Alex, put your finger inside your teacher's vagina." She said more softly, "inside her cunt," but the boys in the class still heard. David was again handling himself. He didn't feel guilty. What boy would in such a situation? He hardly even cared if someone saw him, but he didn't look around to check. If someone else was handling himself, he would respect his modesty, his privacy.

Alex began to feel around for the entrance to Miss Nishida's cunt. He had been in such a place before, although he was not so experienced that he quickly found it. Nevertheless, the search was itself enjoyable, feeling around his teacher's full, hot wet lips for her hole.

Miss Nishida brought her own hand from beneath her skirt and up to Alex's face. He pulled Alex's head toward her and into her full breasts. Alex was ecstatic. This was so nice, so very good. He felt his finger find its target and he began to work it up inside.

Miss Nishida gasped as she felt his finger slip up into her cunt and she whispered, "Suckle me, Alex, suckle my breasts as you finger my cunt."

He would not deny her. He leaned into her breast, wrapped his lips around a taut, stiff nipple, and began to lick, caress, and suck, as he worked his finger in and out of her cunt.

Miss Nishida held his face tightly against her breast, crushing his face into her heaving tit, her breaths increasing in pace as she felt his finger working her cunt. There was something really quite erotic to be fingered by a student, to be giving him so much pleasure yet it was her cunt as well that was being pleasured. She squirmed and wiggled on his finger, helping him to screw her, to fuck her, with his finger.

The boys found the scene to be more obscene than erotic, although that was perhaps too subtle of a distinction for them. What they did know, what they did see, was their teacher's ass writhing on the finger of one of their classmates, and what they heard was her whimpering, along with the squishing and slurping sounds of her cunt being slushed by Alex's finger.

Alex buried his face deep into her breast, feeling her full softness absorb his face, and he added another finger to her cunt, as well as bringing his thumb to her clit. He knew enough to know that a girl, a woman, likes to have her clit handled, as well as her cunt fingered.

"Soko," Miss Nishida exclaimed, as she felt his thumb on her clit. He understood the meaning. She didn't have to translate. "Sugoi des," she gasped. It was indeed so very good. She could feel her excitement rising, reaching a feverish pitch.

"Subarashi," she gasped. She was lost in her heritage, in her native tongue, as she enjoyed the boy's frenetic sucking and fingering. "Yori hayaku! Yori tsuyoku!" she pleaded, asking him to go faster, stronger, to take her all the way, and then she was, swept away by her orgasm, climaxing on the finger of the boy in front of her class. This would not be a good moment for an administrator to arrive, but she was not thinking about that. She was not thinking about the fact that her body was trembling in an orgasmic climax if front of her students. She was not thinking at all. She was only feeling, feeling the lips and tongue of the boy, his finger and thumb, and feeling her orgasm sweep over her, her body shuddering and trembling on his finger.

David joined her. This time he was prepared. He had tucked within his boxers a handkerchief to catch his stuff, his embarrassment, and he smiled as he felt his climax surge through him, his head becoming faint, his body shuddering, jerking, as he gushed his load into his shorts, watching his teacher do likewise in front of him, as if they were cumming together, which they were in fact doing.

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Miss Nishida stepped back, out of breath, feeling confused and weak, and rather clumsy, her panties still bunched at her thighs. "Supashi-bo," she whispered, feeling a bit embarrassed about what had just happened, but she brought her eyes to Alex's, "Supashi-bo," she whispered again and gave him a kiss on the cheek. It wasn't really clear who got the reward this week.

Week Nine

The semester was now well passed half over, and the progress was clear. David was even improving within other classes, applying what he was learning in remedial English to other courses, which was precisely the point of a remedial class. Professors began to come to Miss Nishida to extol their praise for what she was accomplishing. All thoughts of her being let go were being let go. They could see that they had a rising star amongst them.

Miss Nishida was looking forward to her next award, for reasons that would become apparent. The students were a bit curious as to her choice of dress on Friday. She was wearing her usual white blouse, this time apparently with a brassiere. But, her skirt was much longer than usual, reaching well past her knees, and it was far looser and fuller, more flowing. The reasons for which would become apparent as well.

She announced on Friday the latest winner. "Michael Anthony. Yuuryou!" She was indeed very pleased. It had been awhile since Michael had won, and she wanted the awards to be spread through the class. She wanted each of them to feel that they had a reasonable chance of winning. If they grew too discouraged, there might be no incentive to try, to study. But, she was disappointed when she read the name of the person who had gotten the worst score. "David," she said softly.

David was disappointed, but he understood. He had in fact tempered his English studies this week for other classes, for which there were to be more significant exams. For the sake of his whole education, his entire education, he could not just concentrate on one class. This was to be expected. He smiled at Miss Nishida as he departed, letting her know that he was not upset. He knew he would be back again.

She motioned for Michael to join her at the front of the class.

When he arrived, she smiled knowingly, knowing that he was wondering what he would receive. What would be his award?

She stood before him, and the class, and reached down, slipping her hands under her skirt and grasping the waistband of her panties.

This time she would let them come all the way down. She leaned well forward and pulled them past her bottom and down her thighs. She paused at the point where her buttocks were poking out the most toward the class. She knew the boys would like that. She even slowly waved her bottom back and forth a bit before she stood up straight. She let the panties fall to the floor, falling to her ankles, her pink lace panties gathering around her ankles, gathering in a little soft bed at her feet, hanging from her tall, black high heels. She let them lie there for a short while, as it was clear that the boys did consider this to be a rather pretty picture.

She then stepped out of them and bent over to retrieve them, bending fully from her waist so that her bottom rose up higher and higher and her skirt accentuated the soft curve of her behind. She picked up her panties and held them out with her hand.

"Miss Nishida?" Michael wasn't too sure what she wanted him to do.

"Do American boys like to smell girl's panties?"

Michael had never done anything like that. He was definitely not into sniffing girls' panties. It wasn't like he didn't like panties. He loved the sight of panties. There were certainly more than a few times that he had snuck into his sister's bedroom to steal some peeks at her panties, skulking back to his own bedroom afterward to masturbate to the memory. And, a couple of times he had even taken the chance of snitching one of them, masturbating into them, and then washing them afterward. It was a tremendous risk, but it was worth it.

Well, a teacher does know best. He leaned forward.

Phillip furrowed his brow. He would not be at all interested in doing that and, for the moment, actually felt relieved not to have won this week's award. If the award would be sticking your nose in used panties, Michael could have it. But, it wasn't what Phillip was expecting. Miss Nishida's panties did in fact smell nice, at least she felt they did, but to make doubly sure she had perfumed them before class. When they were placed beneath Michael's nose, a relieved and pleased smile graced his face. He loved a woman's perfume, and when mixed with the sight and feel of lacy pink panties against your face, the panties of Miss Nishida no less, well, he would bury his face in them.

Miss Nishida then led Michael to the blackboard, as far back from the students as she had been with Alex. "Okay, Michael, you need now to get down on knees, sitting back on haunches, if I speak that correctly, facing class." He did as she instructed.

His eyes were now roughly at cunt level, and Miss Nishida raised her skirt in front, just in front, the loose skirt making this much easier to do.

Michael's eyes almost popped out.

"Tell the boys what do you see."

"Um, I, uh, I see." He said more quietly, "Your vagina, Miss Nishida."

He could see a great deal, as Miss Nishida had shaved that morning. Miss Nishida was a dedicated teacher and would go the extra mile for her students, and she was presenting to Michael a very pretty picture indeed. She had a most wonderful cunnie. Her lips were full and womanly, and they were now entirely butt naked, or more accurately, cunt naked. Michael hadn't seen anything like that before: a fully shaved, entirely naked pussy. It looked so much more pure this way, so much more vulnerable, exposed, and open. Her lips were also so full, so fleshy, so wet with arousal. They even seemed to be somewhat parted, as if they were inviting him inside.

"Do you like it, Michael?"

"Oh yes, Miss Nishida, very much." He corrected himself. "Very, very much."

"Is it as pretty as your girlfriend's?"

He continued to stare, not wanting to take his eyes away for a minute. His father had advised him not to stare, particularly at a girl, and particularly at a particular part of a girl. They usually don't like that. But, this girl, this lady, was presenting that precise particular part for the purpose of staring. "I, um, don't have a girlfriend right now."

"Oh, so sorry, kyoushuusei. You such a handsome boy. Any pretty girl would like to be your girlfriend, I'm sure."

"Yea, well." There really wasn't much to say in response to that. It was the kind of compliment that one gets from one's mother.

"Would like to kiss me?" He had kissed his mother a number of times, but she never put it quite like this before, with her skirt all pulled up. He started to get up.

"No, no, kyoushuusei." She continued to hold up her skirt with her left hand but used her right to gently push him back down on his haunches. "You misunderstand." She spread open her legs a bit more. "Kiss me down there."

That was obviously nothing his mother had ever suggested. In fact, he had never even done this before with a girlfriend. He had gone all the way with a girl, but she didn't like oral sex, or at least he didn't try to find out. She never suggested that she wanted him to do it. "Really?"

"Kore o shite kure, Michael. Do this, for me."

He would gladly do it for himself, although he wasn't too sure that he could do it for her, or at least do a particularly good job.