You are ${name}, a 30 year old man. You are a first year teacher, who'd been hired at Sneed Elementary to teach the 3rd grade class. You wouldn't say that you were the best at teaching, but you always enjoyed seeing the light of understanding in children's eyes; it felt fulfilling to see that pay off with good test scores. It had initially been a surprise to you to find that your class seemed to be made up of girls only; it wasn't that it was just a girls-only school, it just ended up this way. It had made you a bit nervous for the first few days, however.
As the weeks went by, you got into the groove of teaching. It heartened you to hear from some of the parents that their kids loved your classes and you. However, you'd recently noticed some glances between your students. It's normally fairly difficult to keep schemes a secret from a teacher, but if they had anything planned aside from the standard pranks, you weren't aware. Sure, one of the more devious girls had tried putting tacks on your seat — you'd nearly fallen for that once — and tried rearranging your papers, but this felt bigger than that.
It was the next class when it happened. One of the more mischievous students had come to your desk to talk to you, standing close — too close — talking about something inconsequential. Her hands seemed busy, but kids fiddle with stuff all the time, so you paid it no mind. However, when you stood up to start teaching your next lesson, you found out that she'd tied your pants to the desk — by them ripping apart as you tried to stand. Your face bright red, you try to sit to preserve your dignity, but to no avail — the rest of your pants still around your knees trips you up, leaving you laying on your back. Several of your students gather around you, one standing over your head. Whether she was giving you a view up her skirt at her Disney Princess panties intentionally or not, you couldn't tell, but they could tell when you saw them. Seeing the growing tent in your boxers,