Chapter 4

I was a teacher at an all girl’s school and, for the most part, my credentials were impeccable and I wanted to keep it that way. I wanted to make sure there were no blemishes against my name, which is why this room had been decked out exactly like my office at school.

Finally, I entered the room, opening the door only to slam it shut.

Time for role-play.

The girls jumped from their positions on the couch to stand in front of the desk, smoothing their uniforms as they did.

“Good afternoon, girls,” I said, sitting in the chair.

“Good afternoon, Miss,” they said in unison.

“Which one of you is the Head Student?”

“I am, Miss.”

“Name?”

“Priscilla,” she purred.

“So what’s this all about?”

“I’ve discovered Miriam here is not wearing the correct uniform.”

“Is that true, Miriam?” I asked.

“Well, maybe, but I didn’t mean to, honest, miss,” Miriam said.

“And your reason for this?”

“My mother didn’t have time to do all the washing.”