"Now, no one will be trying to look up your skirt because it's no longer there. Now get to class before I have you picking up trash all around school this afternoon for detention!" the principal barked. Paling a bit and breathless with disbelief, Monica stuttered in protest and threw her hands over the sheer front of her panties. "This can't be happening... I... I don't want to be naked at detention!" she blurted, before stumbling backwards on her wobbly heels right into Mr. Coleman, that pervy old English teacher who had always eyed her.
"Whoa..! Hello Monica. Your mother told me you'd been having some problems with class lately, so you'd better get to them!" he said, bracing her by placing his hands on her waist. She felt her nearly bare ass grind against his crotch in a horribly uncomfortable moment ("oh god, something's hard... is that his..?"), his hands seemed to be caressing her bare hips more than stabilizing her.
"I think your mother has an excellent mind for discipline... we'll be watching to make sure you shape up... so you'd better hope for your sake this idea of hers works!" he said, beaming, as he spun her about by her shoulders. The poor girl was still having trouble standing, at this point. Before Coleman spun her about she noticed the principal nodding in approval of his words, and his eyes drinking in her young, scantily clad body.
Mr. Coleman took a good long look at her front, hands still on her shoulders. "I'm glad we had this talk, now get on," he said patronizingly. "Some talk" she thought, "I hardly said anything, you old pervert."
As it all became too much and she began to huffily walk away, she felt her bottoms loosen and the cool air began to breeze over her privates. One string of her bikini panties had "come loose" mysteriously after Mr. Coleman just had his hands down there, leaving one ass cheek hanging out. The silky garment threatened to slip off entirely but she managed to grip the strings with one hand and shove her way out the door, trembling and on the verge of tears.
"My god... how many times am I going to get molested today?!" she sobbed inwardly as she tried her best to hurry to class, holding up one half of her bottoms and trying to balance and carry her books with the other. Her modest breasts felt like they might pop out of the shifty top any minute, and her nipples were definitely hard as little diamonds. "it's... really cold," she told herself as she rubbed her nipples with one hand, hoping no one was looking in that moment as she shuffled down the hall. Then, the dreaded ringing of the class bell pealed through the hall.
"Oh no... yep, this can't get any worse..." she thought, trying to tie the bikini bottoms back up as she walked.
Of course, things immediately got worse...
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