Mr. Anderson, never liking a student to get uppity with him, decided a fitting punishment was best for young Monica. Mr. Anderson beckoned over for Steve, who at this was actually becoming quite frightened, and took him, and Monica's bra, with him to his desk. Monica stood there clad only in her granny-panties red-faced in anger and embarrassment as she clutched both hands tightly over her breasts. Steve and Mr. Anderson spoke quietly for a short time, and it was fairly clear Steve was going to be reprimanded, which gave Monica a slight boost of ego, but the fact is her bra was waved and pointed to a few times. Finally, it seemed as though the decision had been made. Mr. Anderson walked over with Steve, bra in one hand and the other covering an amused grin. Mr. Anderson cleared his throat signaling Steve, who quickly apologized very sincerely to Monica and used the it as an excuse for a cheeky hug. Monica, almost gloatingly, said "Apology accepted" and reached out for her bra, but Steve withdrew it backwards so she couldn't reach it.
"What the Hell, Steve?" Monica said obviously getting quite angered.
Steve, with that look of innocence a child would give. glanced over to a Mr. Anderson.
Mr. Anderson, a very stoic man in some respects, furrowed his brow and said "You're just as much part of this too."
Monica looked shocked, but resigned herself to get this over with as quickly as possible. She gritted her teeth and struggled to say, "I'm... sorr----y. May I have my bra back?".
Steve, still looking amused, simply said "No.".
"What?" Monica said in disbelief, dropping both arms to reveal her breasts in shock.
Mr. Anderson once again butted in and said "Since this little article," he said pointing to the bra, "caused so much mischief, I'm going to let Steve hold on to it until the end of class. He may give it back to you on his own will, or he'll be forced to at the end of class anyway.". With that said, Mr. Anderson allowed those two to settle it themselves at their desks, which they both quickly took.
Steve, the modest victor, held Monica's bra up like belt you'd win for being the greatest wrestler, an act that was more mortifying as it was degrading.
Monica, really reeling from this experience, tried one last ditch effort. "Umm... hey, Steve. Is there anything I can do to get my bra back quicker?"
He grinned at her, which sent a cold shiver down her spine. "Sure, just do something really simple. Wear your panties on your head and I'll give you your bra back." | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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