You have been found out. I am holding in my hands a paper you wrote for English class about your teacher. She has muscular calves, you wrote. And you spend your class time staring at her legs as she writes on the blackboard. You are in constant state of erection, you wrote. And I am reading your paper and pacing back and forth in the living room, thinking about this and I am put out, to put it mildly. You can hear my heels echoing on the floor. At times, I simply stand and tap my toe impatiently. At other times, I pace angrily. You sit there on your little chair, trembling in fear, waiting for...

You have been found out. I am holding in my hands a paper you wrote for English class about your teacher. She has muscular calves, you wrote. And you spend your class time staring at her legs as she writes on the blackboard. You are in constant state of erection, you wrote. And I am reading your paper and pacing back and forth in the living room, thinking about this and I am put out, to put it mildly. You can hear my heels echoing on the floor. At times, I simply stand and tap my toe impatiently. At other times, I pace angrily. You sit there on your little chair, trembling in fear, waiting for me to determine your just punishment. I begin to wonder if my legs are as good as those of your teacher. I know you are comparing mine to hers. Take your time, you miserable little wretch. I will pace around until you make up your mind, and I will turn and show off from all angles so you can see.