Hid Beneath Mr. Oppleman's Desk
From Create Your Own Story
| Status | ||
| Condition | Freezing, Soaked, Covered in Mud, Running from Her Classmates | Apparel and Items: Tattered Dress, Mud in Panties and Bra |
| Day, Time | Friday, Rainy Morning | |
| Need to Bathroom | Relieved | |
| Level of Humiliation | Painfully Aware That Her Clothes Are Tattered and Transparent | |
Her eyes settled on Mr. Oppleman's desk and she was off. Katie dashed across the room, her feet sliding across the tiles. She managed to run around his desk and drop beneath it just as the door opened up. Luckily the desk had a leg cover on it, so the only area not covered behind the desk was the couple inches of clearance between the cover and the tiles.
"I swear she ran in here!" the curious teenager said as he looked around the room "The handle was wet!"
"You wish." his friend said, pulling at his arm.
The two guys left the room, leaving Katie alone in the dark classroom. She released her breath, which she hadn't even noticed she was holding. Her body was pressed up against the cold tiles. Her breasts were squished into the floor, the coolness hardening her nipples. Her cold butt was left to get dried off by the slight breeze now coming in through the open door. It may be covered by the panties, but Katie could see over her shoulder that her skin was VERY visible through the material. She could see from the angle of reflection that she had left wet footprints on the floor! She was lucky that the teenagers didn't see them. Looking beneath her, she saw that her muddy and wet body had left a mess on the tiles. However, it wasn't like she could leave the classroom. There was still a small army of students in the hallway and the door had been left open so she couldn't even leave the desk without being seen.
Unfortunately the hallway never cleared and eventually the man himself walked in - Mr. Oppleman. He walked in with his large, fat body with a perfect apple in one hand and a laptop in the other. He walked the same path she ran, and complained about janitors as he wiped the water off his poorly-shined shoes. Katie gulped and held her breath as she realized that he would be sitting a foot away from her in mere seconds. Her muscles clenched and she pulled her body as close to her as she could just before he pulled out his chair. She thought he would see her then, but evidently he didn't as he sat down and pulled the chair back up to the desk.
Katie couldn't believe how close he was to her. How didn't he see her!? Katie called it sheer luck as she waited patiently to see what he would do next. She was still lying prone, face down as he stretched in his chair and arranged papers. Then she saw his feet start moving, strangled stretching out in random directions.
"Where is that damn footrest?" Mr. Oppleman mumbled as his feet came within inches of her.
Then one foot caught her right in the plump butt. Katie thought that then he would look under the desk and bust her, but luckily he was lazier than he was a teacher.
"There it is." he mumbled as his other shoe-covered foot came to rest firmly between her ass cheeks.
It would be hard for Katie to explain the kind of odd-sensation that came from her posterior being unwittingly used as a footrest. The closed description would be someone putting dozens of pounds of weight down a hard surface that spread your ass cheeks. Katie struggled to stay comfortable while remaining still, she had had her butt clenched up he rested down on it, so she had to slowly unclench it. Once it was fully relaxed, Mr. Oppleman apparently felt uncomfortable as his feet dug into her ass again as he readjusted them. Katie wasn't sure of his shoes hurt more or Samantha's dildo, it was hard to tell. It only got worse when Mr. Oppleman fully relaxed by leaning back, putting a lot more weight down on his feet. Katie's ass felt like her butt was about to come apart from the rough power of the shoe.
"Hmmm, feels more comfortable today..." Mr. Oppleman said to himself, luckily he didn't actually look under the desk to see what his footrest was, or at least that was what Katie thought. To tell the truth. Mr. Oppleman had seen the naked girl under his desk immediately, but he didn't feel like helping her since her recognized her as Katie, the girl who badmouthed him the other week. In fact he felt like playing with her a bit more by playing the ignorance card.
Katie dreaded to think of how long she would be subjected to this torture.
