The next morning the alarm went off in Lydia's room. Taylor Swift again, why do radio stations play the same play list at the same time everyday? As she got ready, she thought about the events of yesterday. She knew she had lost control big time. She knew she could never redeem that, and knew with all that had happened and she had let happen, that if it got out, she was finished in teaching and would be hugely humiliated -- well even more so than she already was. But damn that she thought, I let that happen and I didn't need to. I can treat it like it never happened and perhaps I can get through the next four weeks without anymore being said about it and it being just part of the past.
She looked in her underwear drawer and saw the black lace panties, the while satin high cuts, the red lace thong she once wore for a boyfriend, but then went to the conservative cotton yellow panties she had and pulled them on. Stuff her she thought. She then took a pair of black slacks off the hanger and put them on, putting on a yellow cotton bra that was similar to the panties (she did like to co-ordinate after all) along with a gray sleeveless top. I'm not letting this go any further she thought.
It was going to be a good day. In fact, she traveled to school on the bus without incident. The same schoolboys were on the bus, but she avoided them. A few looked her way but they obviously had some other stupid prank to play today and it had nothing to do with her. Yes, she was back in control.
She walked into the classroom and prepared her lesson again on the blackboard. She had finished long before the class came in this time and so was sitting reading through the quiz from yesterday when the class started to drift in. She watched for any sign as Kerry entered with her friend Jane but none was obvious. As bad, well really horrific, as yesterday had been, it seemed that maybe Kerry might put it behind her too.
How naïve some might think.
She got on with the lesson getting the class to read parts of their poetry book and discussing what the authors might have meant. She sat in her seat doing this and kept looking toward Kerry to see any signs that should alert her to anything, but nothing. It was over.
The lesson was coming to an end so she stood up to hand back the quizzes she had marked the night before. She walked past Kerry's desk and held her breath. Nothing. She was definitely in the clear. She finished handing out the quizzes just before the bell rang. The class started to depart and she went back to her seat to collect her bag and things to make her way to the staff room. She took her time to let the class get clear of the room and the noise to abate before she looked up from her bag where she had been placing her papers in one by one to take up time.
She looked up. Kerry and Jane were still seated there not moving, not making a sound, just looking at her. She stared back and swallowed. What to do? She felt her stomach drop, her heart pound and she knew that no matter what happened, however she handled this, she was in trouble.
Kerry smiled. 'Lydia, now I saw as you walked past me before that your panty lines could indicate that you have worn a very conservative set of underwear today?
Kerry continued 'Now I know it was all a bit heated yesterday but I thought we had an agreement about this? Now I could be wrong and you could have the sexiest little pair of panties I have ever seen in which case I will thank you for your efforts. On the other hand, I might be right and we know what that means, so please take down your slacks and show me'
This was all said by Kerry all so matter of fact that Lydia didn't know how to answer.
Jane on the other hand, not really believing the events of yesterday as Kerry had described to her later couldn't help but laugh.
Kerry looked at Jane and said, tongue in cheek 'Come on Jane this isn't a laughing matter, Lydia here wants to show us her panties now and you are laughing, that isn't fair'
Lydia, started to walk around the outside of the room saying 'NO, I won't do it' but added a 'please' on the end that completely made it a begging question rather than a statement. She shuffled across the back wall toward the door 'No, please, I can't show you'
'Why not?' said Kerry 'have you broken our agreement. What am I going to do with you?' she paused then shouted 'TAKE THOSE SLACKS DOWN NOW' as Jane moved to cover the door.
Lydia stood there knowing her escape was blocked. She didn't think about it, but after that command her fingers went down to her button of her slacks and started fumbling about, as she felt those tears welling up again. She felt like a six-year-old, she couldn't get control and so she would just cry. She finally found the button and undid it, followed by the zipper. Her last resistance was to say 'No' in a pleading voice.
'NOW' shouted Kerry.
Lydia nearly wet herself on that command, truth be known a little pee may have escaped but she didn't have time to think about that, she slowly pulled her slacks down revealing her yellow cotton panties for Kerry and Jane.
Lydia looked at Kerry.
Kerry said 'further, come on' the pants were now down to her knees, the panties fully displayed.
'Further' said Kerry again.
And so, Lydia bent at the knees to push the slacks down to her ankles. She looked up at Kerry, her slacks at her ankles, her yellow cotton panties on display, a tear once again betraying her and slipping down her cheek. She then turned to look at Jane, the massive smile on her face gave away what she was thinking, but worse was her phone was in her hand obviously filming the event. Event? Abject humiliation more like.
Lydia shouted 'Oh God no' as she reached down to pull her pants back up.
Kerry stepped forward and grabbed her shoulders pinning her arms to the wall as she dropped the slacks back down.
'Now you know what the punishment was don't you? So don't go trying to hide them cute little panties now' Kerry said.
Kerry walked away and pulled up a chair on which she sat her rather bulky frame.
All the while Jane videoing this humiliation of Lydia.
'Now' said Kerry, 'Get yourself over here and across my lap little girl and we will sort out what type of underwear you will wear tomorrow'
