Laura rolled her personal cart over to her desk, pulled her computer out and started organizing her graded papers. She looked at the water cart and shuddered. She got up, walked to the cart, picked up a bottle and looked at it. How was she going to drink over a liter of water every period of the day? Normally she barely drank four liters of water in a whole day. At least she had flavors that should make it a little more palatable. She opened a packet and poured it into the first bottle, shook it up, and took a sip. Not bad, she thought, and took a much larger drink, downing about a third of the bottle.
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Things ran a little smoother on the second day. No one was shocked that she was bottomless today. They did a short review of a few last-minute questions about the test and then she handed the papers out. Once she had done that, she took the partial bottle and stepped onto the foot pads of the podium. The timer showed that there was still about 30 minutes in the class, and she was already counting down the 24 minutes she needed to stand on the foot pads. There were a full 6 minutes to spare. She downed the last third of the bottle and set the empty bottle on the edge of the podium display surface.
The class was quiet, and everyone was working hard on the test. It was good to not be the center of attention for once Laura thought. When the pedestal time showed 10 minutes remaining, her bladder started signaling that it was full. It was much sooner than she had expected, but then she realized it was because Mark had prevented her going before school started. She stepped off the platform and walked across the room to the cart. She took the carafe off the cart and walked back to the podium. She stopped and went back to the cart and pushed it next to the podium, she had started the day with a semi full bladder. She stepped back onto the foot pads. She still had 9 minutes to stand at the podium with only 3 additional minutes to spare.
She looked around and no one was looking at her. She discreetly took the carafe and placed it between her legs and tried to pee. Nothing happened. How the hell was she expected to pee in front of a class full of students. Her bladder was starting to cramp but her shyness still prevented her from peeing. Eventually the pain overtook the shame and her bladder started to contract. To her horror, the sound of her peeing into the carafe echoed very loudly in the silent room. All eyes jerked up from the tests to watch her.
Jake said very loudly, "WOW Ms. Burk, Why are you peeing like that? In front of all of us!"
Aaron said, "I thought you showing your hairy pussy with your lips on display was cool. Now seeing you pee like that is even cooler. What are you going to do for our next class?"
"Class, please finish your test. When everyone is done, I will explain." There were a few grumbles, but the class got quiet for a few more minutes. Soon it was obvious that everyone was done. There were still 5 minutes left in the class period. Laura wished she could step off the damn podium foot pads but there were still 2 more minutes on her timer.
"Now that everyone is done, I can explain why I did what I did. As you remember from yesterday, I must stand on the footpads for the podium for at least 24 minutes each period, same as yesterday. Today, however, I also must drink water all day long. Since I am not allowed to leave the room, as a punishment for doing so. Since my bladder is of limited size, I must pee while in the room into this carafe while standing at the podium. At the end of the period, I can empty it into that clear bucket."
"Wow Ms. Burk, How much do you need to drink?"
"The total I was given is 12 liters of water. That is just over 3 gallons of water. I don't need to drink a bottle each period like I have to stand on these foot pads for 24 minutes each period, but I do need to drink it all by the end of the day. If I don't, any undrunk water will add time to my Green sentence. If I don't drink throughout the day, I will never finish all the water. They put 7 bottles on this cart to help me meter my intake."
"That is crazy Ms. Burk."
"I agree, and I hate having to pee in front of you, but I really do not have much of a choice. It is gross and embarrassing."
"I don't think it is gross." Aaron said. "I think it is hot as hell. I love looking at your pussy and would love to see you pee again again next time."
"Aaron, Please behave. This is not for your personal enjoyment. It is just something that we all have to get through and move on with our lives." Laura saw, out of the corner of her eye the podium time reached 0:00, there was a little time on the class timer, but she could at least rest her legs and stand up straight on solid ground. "How would you feel having to do what I am doing?"
"I wouldn't like it, but it would not be a big deal. I would just point my dick into the bottle and do my thing."
"Okay, so maybe it would not be so big for you, but I hate having to do it. If I obey all the rules, by midmorning next Wednesday, I can get dressed again."
"What? Not until midmorning?"
"I missed some time on my pedestal yesterday and added a few hours to my sentence. I will attempt to be more diligent today with the time and by God, I am not going to let undrunk water add even more time."
Then the bell rang, and class was over.
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"Ms. Burk! I still love your hairy pussy, and your tits, you got nice big tits. Wish they were not as covered as they are today. Yesterday was better." Chris said.
Chris was a precocious punk, Laura thought.
"Chris, Please watch your language."
"We talked about this; remember I can talk about anything I want about a person who is sentenced. I can talk about your pussy, tits, and asshole all I want, and I cannot get into trouble. If I were to talk about those things about someone else in our class, then I could get into trouble but not when I am talking about you."
"Still, Please don't talk like that."
"It is only words. I wish you were Yellow with Blue stripes on your band, and we could not only see everything, but we could also touch you. But since you're only a green, all I can do is look and talk."
"That is quite enough." While she was trying to ignore what he was saying, she was still embarrassed to have such language directed at her. Chris was being a shit, and he knew it. He was even worse today than yesterday. She dreaded the time when she would have to use the carafe during this class period. How would he react to seeing her pee? Then she thought he had a reputation for pushing the limits and it was only a matter of time before he slipped up and would have to pay the consequences for his actions.
"It would be so cool if your band was at least Green with Blue stripes. I know most of the guys, and some of the girls, would love to play with your ass and pussy. Would you like Ms. Burke? Would you like to be finger fucked in front of the whole class? I know I would like to play with your pussy. I would be willing to do it in front of the entire class." She knew she could not do anything about what he said to her, but it was still hard to listen to.
As Chris was talking Jen walked in. She was still topless. She was wearing a Red wristband. "Hey, knockers," Chris said.
Jen's blush ran from her breasts to the top of her face.
"My offer still stands to help you with your English class. I wouldn't even ask for any monetary pay. All we would have to do is have your parents upgrade you to Red with Blue and I would tutor you for free. What do you say to that."
"No thank you Chris. I already have a tutor lined up and there is no upgrade involved." She said with a sneer.
"Hey, I am just asking if you would be interested. I know I would enjoy spending some time with you. I know I could teach you more than a few things for English, if you catch my drift." He then snickered at what he perceived as his own humor.
"Chris, May you be sentenced to full on Yellow and then everyone will laugh at your tiny pencil."
"Hey, I am not sentenced, You can't talk to me like that. I can talk about your big tits and point out that you have hard nipples all I want, but you can't talk about me. Ms. Burk, Tell her that she can get in trouble talking like that."
"Chris, she did not say anything wrong. She said nothing about any part of your body, as you so like to do to Jen and me. All she talked about was that she thought you had a tiny pencil. Now if you are projecting yourself, in any way, into that de***********ion, that would be your problem."
Several students snickered at that. Chris turned red but realized that she was right. Nothing had been said about him physically and any denial or other statement would just make him look worse.