"...Okay, where were we? Oh yes, gerunds," Ms. Lane continued back into her lesson, leaving Dawn to sulk in her embarrassment. Now was the perfect opportunity to try out some magic. Dawn surveyed the hot instructor, taking note of how she could expose the endowed babe. Ms. Lane was wearing a white tie-neck blouse today that tapered at the waist. She was wearing a long, pleated navy blue skirt - how typical of conservative Ms. Lane. She had matching pumps on.
"The skirt!" Dawn thought to herself. But what would be a proper way to de-skirt such a hottie? Dawn had become familiar with a lot of the magic in the book that allowed her to manipulate objects in physical space. She couldn't move very heavy objects yet, but lighter objects were no problem. Dawn thought, "Perhaps I can unzip and yank her skirt off." She then quickly dismissed the idea as hackneyed. That's almost too easy. Ms. Lane's skirt hugged her shapely hips, but the pleated design afforded a flowing silhouette. A mischievous smile came across Dawn's lips. Maybe Ms. Lane's skirt needs to go up instead of come down?
Dawn leaned back causally in her seat. The students had long forgotten about Dawn being chastised moments. earlier. As Ms. Lane lectured, Dawn concentrated on the bottom of the teacher's skirt. Whispering an incantation under her breath, Dawn watched as Ms. Lane's skirt slowly raised in the front. As if a hook had caught under the skirt, the skirt pulled a few inches upwards on the front. Dawn smiled, seeing that the hot teacher was wearing white nylons underneath.
Ms. Lane quickly turned to write on the blackboard. "Damn it!" thought Dawn. She broke concentration and dropped the teacher's skirt back down. Dawn had only pulled her skirt up to just above her ankles. Nobody had seemed to notice, including Ms. Lane. The teacher continued to speak as she wrote on the board, explaining more about gerunds. Dawn was losing patience, wanting the sexy teacher to turn around. Dawn spotted Ms. Lane's bra strap barely visible underneath her white blouse. The mischievous smile coming across her face again, the student concentrated on the middle of the brassiere. The strap pulled from off of her back under the pretty teacher's shirt, giving the back of the blouse a convex pyramid shape as if someone had hooked his or her thumb and index finger around the bra strap underneath as was pulling.
"Now if we were to add a direct obje..." Ms. Lane stopped mid-word, keeping the chalk pinpointed right on the last thing she was writing. Her mouth was agape. She could feel her bra strap pulled off of her back. The domineering teacher could hear whispers begin in the back of the classroom. Dawn then left go of the force holding Ms. Lane's bra strap and the band snapped back with a loud "WHAP!" The teacher instantly turned back around with a yelp, ready to scold whatever ambitious student had decided to snap her bra.
...But all of her students were still in their seats.
Dawn decided to capitalize on this opportunity and again began to use magic to tug on the bottom of Ms. Lane's skirt. The hem raised up to about mid-calf before Ms. Lane, recovered from the snapping incident, took notice, reached down, and pulled her skirt back into place.
The teacher was clearly flustered and confused as to what was happening. Many of the students had started to giggle. "What are you laughing at!" Ms. Lane yelled, clearly starting to lose her composure.
Dawn knew that she'd need to keep the teacher's hands busy, else she wouldn't be able to execute her skirt raising plan. She focused on Ms. Lane's hands, which were now positioned on her hips as part of a a faux alpha-bitch stance. First, Ms. Lane's left hand flew up off of her hip. The teacher let out a scream and tried to fight the force. By now, the students had started openly laughing at the predicament in which their teacher found herself. Ms. Lane gained control of her hand and planted it back on her hip. However, as soon as she regained composure, her right hand flew off of her other hip. The hand shook back and forth in the air as the teacher and student tried to wrestle control. Now was the perfect time to strike the other hand. Dawn caused the left hand to once again come off of teacher's shapely hip and fly up in front of her chest. The right hand then did the same.
Ms. Lane seemed to be in a struggle with an invisible assailant, who looked to be trying to push her open palms against her chest. Ms. Lane fought hard against the metaphysical force that Dawn was enacting upon her. Soon, Ms. Lane tasted defeat. Dawn overpowered Ms. Lane's hands that smacked upon her breasts and cupped the sexy mounds. Dawn quickly seized the teacher's fingers, forcing Ms. Lane to grope her own fluffy bosom in front of the class. "Ohhhh!" Ms. Lane let out a moan that was ambiguously arousal or humiliation.
Ms. Lane's red face provided a salient contrast to her white blouse. The teacher was too humiliated to speak. The teacher then felt some tension release around her waist. Looking down, she saw her black belt slide out of its loop, the point between the loop and buckle making the proverbial arc shape. Ms. Lane gasped as she watched the gold pole on the buckle pull out of its hole. Then with an invisible tug, the belt slid out from the loops of her skirt and suspended two feet in front of the teacher's face.
By now, many of the girls in the class had started to scream. Was it a ghost? One of the more religious boys in the class began praying, thinking the devil had gotten into Ms. Lane's English class. Dawn decided to move Ms. Lane's arms into position. The teacher's groping hands ripped away from her chest and her arms straightened out above her head, as if she were giving a sports cheer.
Finally, Dawn concentrated once again on the hapless and buxom teacher's skirt. The hem all around the skirt folded upwards, exposing the inside-out portion of the garment. The skirt creeped upwards, exposing more of Ms. Lane's milky legs encased in her white stalkings. The teacher tried to bring her arms down to once again push her skirt back, but Dawn's control was not too strong. As the skirt slipped up past her mid-thighs, six pink garter suspenders came into view, holding up Ms. Lane's stockings. The teacher screamed, "NO! NO!" However, there was nothing to that the constrained hottie could do but be humiliated in front of her class.
The flipped hem of the skirt rode up past Ms. Lane's crotch, over her belt line. Students either screamed or sat silent in disbelief. The skirt crawled up over Ms. Lane's breasts and covered her face. Finally, the skirt encased the hapless teacher's straightened arms.
Unable to see, Ms. Lane stumbled around in her embarrassed state. She buckled at the knees, placing her lingerie-ed hips into a subserviently sexy pose. Dawn reveled in Ms. Lane's choice to wear a sexy little cotton pantie and garter set today. A white French cut pair of briefs hugged the teacher's most intimate place. Topping her off at the waist, Ms. Lane was wearing a pink garter belt with subtle lace. These were the types of undergarments women wore in order to feel sexy without feeling slutty.
"No time now to sit and enjoy this sight right now," thought Dawn, "I need to finish her off." The belt, still suspended in air, drifted upwards towards the raised hem of the upturned skirt. The belt then circumnavigated the top and closed in, pulling the top of the skirt together. The belt then buckled up, cinching the hem of the skirt like a rope tying the top of a sack.
Ms. Lane's torso struggled back and forth, trying to get out of her garment prison, her shoulders clearly poking against the insides of the skirt as she attempted to push her way out. Dawn finally flashed that mischievous smile a final time, pleased with the sexy bagging of her alpha-bitch teacher.
But now...
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