Playing the flesh trombone...
My friend's mum was a music teacher at our school. Next to her classroom there were three of those little sound-proofed practice rooms.

Inevitably, she used to catch loads of little tykes getting off in there, and a fair few going further - sometimes solo.

She became a bit blase about it and would just tell them to pull their pants up and then go and wait outside the classroom until she was ready to deal with them.

She was still a bit non-plussed, though, when one kid said 'Yeah, when I'm finished Miss'.
(SnowyTheWereRabbit the Leporid from Hell, Thu 29 Jan 2009, 13:56, 1 reply)

This reminds me of my mate recalling how he got caught wanking.
He's sat there giving himself a hand shandy and his dad walks in:
"Oh, er... back in a minute"
"A minute?"
( Slippery Mick ‏, Thu 29 Jan 2009, 14:50, closed)