A Midsummer Pedo Dream/Pick a girl and ask her to join you in your back office.
Seeing as how this is a drama class, you tell your students that "Today we will be doing some physical activities that will hopefully stimulate your creativity. Let's start by getting out of your seats, do some stretches and warm-up your bodies."
As all the girls stand up and start to stretch out their supple young bodies, you pick out your favorite girl in the class: Sara. She looks to be about 14 years old, shoulder-length brown hair, with lovely green eyes. But that's not what you're attracted to. You're attracted to her sweet little A-cups that maybe aren't quite fully developed yet. She's wearing a tight pink tube top and black yoga pants. You already had your eye on her as soon as you walked into the classroom, but now that you can see her perfect, sweet round little ass, you're sure she's the one. It's as if Asmodeus had reached into your soul and crafted the perfect girl just for your raging hard dick. You cock starts throbbing inside your pants as you watch little Sara stretch and twist and move her tiny, nubile ass.
"Okay, good," you tell your eager young students. "Keep doing that for a few more minutes, and then I want everyone to pair off. By the end of class today, I want everyone to prepare a short duo scene, which will be performed in class tomorrow. The subject matter and characterizations are up to you girls, but there must be a fair amount of physical prowess on display, understand?"
Everyone in the class acknowledges the assignment, as your eyes return to young Sara. She is bending over with her ass in the air pointed in your general direction as if it were inviting you to probe deep inside her tight virgin asshole. Because her black yoga pants are tight and made from a very thin material, you can almost make out the shape of her young sweet tiny little pussy. Oh god how you want to stroke that pussy! "Good. I'll be in my office if anyone has any questions. Sara, may I have a moment with you alone?"
The other girls in the class make an "oooo" sound, with a few "Sara's in trouble" remarks whispered in the back of the classroom. As Sara stands up and turns around to face you, you can see her blush slightly. Maybe she was worried that she was in trouble, or maybe she saw you fucking her with your eyes. Either way, she complies with your orders and follows you into your back office.
The drama teacher never gets that great of an office, but it is a modest-sized room with a desk, a couple of chairs and, most importantly, a locking door. Not that you would mind if any one of those other young cunts out there wanted to come in and get the same "punishment" Sara was about to get, but you certainly didn't want to take the chance that the principal might decide to swing past your office on the way back from her smoke break. So you lock the door as Sara sits in the chair across from your desk. You walk over to your desk and take a seat, all while Sara sits there, quietly.
You can tell she's nervous. She's looking down with her hands clasped together in her lap. Her fingers are fidgeting, her hair covering most of her face. But you can tell she's eager to hear why you called her into your office.
What do you do next?