Tabby waited nervously outside the teacher's office. She knew she was in trouble this time. It was the third time this month. She knew Mr. King was nearing retirement, that he was vulnerable to 18-year-old girls fooling in class, but now she had pushed it too far. All she could hope was that he would not insist on calling in her parents.
The door opened and the tall thin grey haired figure of Mr. King appeared. He looked down at the young girl and nodded his head toward the open door with a gruff grunt. Tabby walked past the teacher, brushing his body with her slim frame as she went through the narrow door into the office.
She stood as he followed her in, shutting the door. He let his eyes move over her figure, dressed in the short uniform navy blue skirt and white blouse. Her skirt was tight across her perfect firm butt; it made him smile to himself as he walked past her to his desk.
His face had changed to the grim disciplinarian as he sat at his desk.
"Sit down Tabby," he said quietly pointing to one of the two old wooden chairs. "You know why you are here don't you?"
"Yes sir," she replied timidly.
"Well, I think you better tell me," the old teacher said.
"I was bad in class today sir," Tabby almost whispered.
"And what was it you did today Tabby?"
"I was disruptive in class."
"Yes you sure were that," Mr. King looked hard at her. "You just didn't want to learn today did you?"
"No sir."
"More interested in seeing how many ways you could show me your knickers!!!" His voice grew louder, trailing off as he said the word knickers. "Making your friends giggle all the time. And all of it aimed at me."
Tabby went red. It was true, she had sat provocatively, rolling her skirt up enough to expose her crotch, once she even stood up and bent over to get something from her bag, letting the very short skirt ride up her butt, showing the pretty white lace panties.
"Have you got any explanation?"
"No sir, sorry sir."
"Shall I call your parents and tell them what you get up to here?"
Please sir, don't do that." A wave of panic hit the young student. "I promise it won't happen again."
"Oh, it won't happen again, you're right there. But what can I do to punish you and make sure you won't ever annoy me in class again?"
She looked at the teacher. "Anything sir. Please. Just don't tell my parents, I beg you."
"You would do anything if I didn't tell your folks?" He asked.
"That's right, anything." She looked at the teacher with pleading eyes, her voice soft, almost inaudible.
"Why don't you slip that skirt off then?" He pointed at her little blue skirt.
"What?" Tabby responded as though she hadn't heard him properly.
"You heard me Tabby. Slip out of that little skirt," he repeated.
"You dirty old…."
"You weren't worried about me seeing your knickers in class, so what's the problem now?" A smile spread on his face. "Of course I could get your folks in."
"You can't do this. You can't rape me in your office and get away with it."
"Oh, I wouldn't rape you Tabby. I'm not like that. I think you will do what I want. So what is it to be?"
"Ring my parents. I don't care. It can't be worse than your disgusting cock." She spat the words at him with a clouded, grim face.
"If that's what you want Tabby, but I will have to tell them about you and those two boys at last years school concert."
Tabby's mind ticked over quickly. She had had sex with two senior boys a year ago under the school stage following the annual concert. But she had thought they were alone. How could old Mr. King know?
"You prick!"