It was about 20 mins into her English 101 class. The professor was at the front asking questions, and facilitating discussion over the assigned reading from the week before. Melody sat in her normal chair, toward the back left of the desk arrangements. It wasn't completely to the back, and it wasn't completely in the middle. Her placement was in a nice middle ground of not being too far, while also not being too close. She sat dressed in a skirt, with a form fitting tshirt, that fit just enough so it showed a thin line of her waist just meeting the top of the skirt. She normally wore a hoodie but smiled at herself with becoming more comfortable not having the extra layer. She had her notebook out, pen in hand, a half empty cup of coffee (technically a latte), and her phone in the corner of the desk, opposite of where she was writing when the screen lit up and she saw the notification light for a new text message. It was from him.

Her heart started to beat a little faster, the same way it always did when she got messages from him. It wasn't any sort of panic, but she felt it in her chest either way. She unlocked her phone and opened the message as discreetly as she could. That was when she felt the rush of heat to her face, and she read the message.

"10".

She lay her pen down, and quickly picked her phone up with both hands. Slightly leaning more forward to hunch a bit, and rest her elbows on the desk. "Daddy, please no! I'm in class. I can't do it here! There are people around. Someone's going to notice." She hit the send button, and shifted in place. That was when she could feel how hard her nipples were. She looked down at her own chest and saw both trying to poke their way through her top. She looked around, to see if anyone had noticed, or was looking. Everyone was taking notes as the professor's voice became less important to her.

"9". He didn't say anything else. It had started and that was when she felt her breath become a bit heavier. "Oh my god, Daddy. I... why here? I have notes to take, and... there's going to be a test, I have to pay attention."

"8". She let her head fall back for a small moment. Quickly straightening out, but not before her legs uncrossed and fell open. She became very aware of how tight her thong was against her lips. She could have sworn she could feel the heat coming from between her legs. "Daddy, it's so hard to focus like this. I... my nipples are hard. My legs are open. I'm being good. Please Daddy, I just need some time."

"7". While she knew that her body was working slowly, it was just the added situation and time of what was happening that amplified everything. 'Would Daddy like the thong I picked out? He tends to like lacey things, but the sheer material showed off how smooth I was before it would even come off'. She was trying to think if she could please her Daddy enough, he would wait. "Daddy, I'm not wearing a bra, and I wore a thong I think you would like. I got it especially with you in mind". She was trying to think if she should risk taking a picture right there, or if she should excuse herself to the bathroom.

"6". She looked at everyone around her. She tried to catch a peek at the person directly behind her, but with her heightened senses she was too nervous to look for very long. Trying to avoid any suspicion of her actions or what she was going to do. She placed her feet on the outsides of the front desk legs. She used one hand to lift her skirt a bit more, and the other to use her phone to take a picture. She then blushed harder than before, even feeling her chest turn red when she felt her pussy lips fall open on their own. There was no doubt now that she was wet and her thong would show it. She took a deep breath, and let her mind go blank. She pulled her panties to the side, let her wetness drip onto her seat, and took another picture. She didn't even check the quality, or if anyone had seen. She attached them to her next message and sent them to her Daddy.

"5. 4." She let go of her phone as quietly as she could and used both hands to clasp over her mouth to stifle a moan. She felt it start in her clit and then rush through her body until it almost made it's way out of her mouth. She curled into a ball, and drew her feet back under her seat, but her knees remained open. She kept her left hand on her mouth, holding it there not trusting herself, and then picked up her pen to try and write some. She had no idea what to write. She read the last few words she had left off on, but she realized she had no idea what the professor was even talking about anymore. She glanced to her left, then to her right before she tried to straighten out and looked up at the professor writing something on the whiteboards. "Daddy, did you not like the pictures? I can send more, and better pictures, once class is over. Please Daddy, I'm trying to get everything down, and I've already missed some information."

"3. 2." It was no use. She almost reached up her skirt to start rubbing herself over her thong. Her breath was heavy, and she could feel the lightning in a bottle that was her pussy getting ready to explode. She wasn't thinking anymore. She let closed her notebook on her pen, and picked her phone back up. "Daddy, I've been Good. I think about you and your cock when I fall asleep and when I wake up. I know I do because my pussy feels more needy than normal. I'm so thankful I know the difference now because of you. Please, Daddy." She knew she was begging. She had been begging the whole time. This time though, she was begging for something else."

"1." So close, he was so close to sending her the message. She let her free hand move to grab her breast over her shirt. She pulled and squeezed her hard nipple through the material before she moved her hands to her phone. She was vaguely aware of some movement and attention from her right, but she paid it no attention. She started typing immediately. "So Close Daddy, please. Make Good, make me a Good Girl. I need it. You know how much I need it, and how Good I can be. Please, please, please, PLEASE Daddy!"

Then there was a single message. He took his time replying. Melody sensitive with her heightened senses all over was only paying attention to her phone. She managed to get her hands to clasp together and place them on her desk, then moved them under to rest on her legs. She was losing control, getting ready to touch herself when the screen lit up and she saw the notification light for a new text message. It was from him.

"0."

Hello, this is another idea I had that I wanted to write down but am not entirely sure what to do or where to go with it. I thought of the scene and wanted to write it down, thinking and hoping a few people out here would like it. I know what I don't want to do. I know I do not want to include some sort of magic, super powers, or something along those lines. The way I think of this is that she is so controlled, that she can't help but listen to her Daddy.

As with all my prompts, while I did describe the girl a little bit, I always want my partners to play someone they enjoy. So please tell me who you'd like to be by giving a description of what your character looks like, and what they are like. I have preferences if you want to hear those. You may also provide a reference picture if that is to your liking.

My kinks mostly include: Being dominant, orgasm control/denial, wardrobe control, exhibitionism, light bondage (giving), light pain (giving), light degradation, light humiliation, dirty talk, skirts, facials, anal, blow jobs, public play, toys, and other things along those lines. My limits are: Death, urine, scat, feet, body modification, bimbofication, rape, extreme pain/violence, animals, and other extreme things along those lines.

If you are unsure of roleplaying, and just want to talk, that's fine as well. I was recently having a wonderful conversation with someone that was very shy and nervous about their own things that they liked sexually. I unfortunately got ghosted, but that doesn't keep from welcoming those that are wanting to talk and maybe shy and nervous.

My other prompts are always open if you'd like to check those out, as well. I hope to hear from all of you.