Cindy and the Teacher

Cindy knocked on her teacher’s office door nervously. This is the fourth time this month she had been summoned to see Mr. Richter for daydreaming in class. She couldn’t help it, though. Since turning 18 she just couldn’t focus on anything. She was so damn HORNY all the time.
Her boyfriends weren’t much help. She was a senior in a Catholic high school, and her parents were very controlling about who she hung out with. Despite being a knockout redhead who wore here hair in punk pigtails, she could only date nerds and “nice boys” who either would only kiss her cheek or were so damn inexperienced they popped their wad after a few hand strokes. Messy, yes, and fun to watch, but far from satisfying.
Sometimes, in class, she would find herself fantasizing about the boys on the football team, or the basketball team, or her brother’s college friends. It wasn’t long before her hand found its way down her skirt, rubbing her trim red bush to a quiet orgasm. She always made sure she sat in the back row so she could have a little privacy.
Mr. Richter was pretty sharp, though, and he always seemed to interrupt her just as the fantasy was getting good.
The door opened, and Mr. Richter invited her in. “Cindy,” he said. “I’m quite disappointed in you. You are smarter than this, but you just can’t seem to focus.”
Cindy started to respond, but he cut her off. “No more excuses, young lady. I saw what you were doing today in class. Now, we wouldn’t want your parents to find out about you masturbating in class, would we? Come in, now.”
Cindy was really scared now, but she had now choice. She entered the room and had a seat.
“Cindy, what you need is some sexual discipline, and I am going to be the one to give it to you. Come with me.” And with that, he led her through a side door in his office into a smaller room.
Cindy thought that this was perhaps the strangest academic room she had ever been in. There was some sort of bench, with a large, weird shaped pillow on top of it. At one end of the pillow was a chair.
“Cindy, you would be able to concentrate in class more if you weren’t so preoccupied with sex all the time. So we are going to exercise some of those sexual feelings right now, or else we are going to get your parents involved. I think you can see which is the better choice.”
Cindy thought that it was probably best to go along with Mr.