I got it for twenty-five dollars at a flea-market a couple of years ago. Thankfully, my uniform didn’t have heavy pleats in the skirt. That made it ...ery easy to alter. I slipped out of the skirt and made some quick measurements. The two inches above the knee rule was about to go the way of the dodo. The plaid pattern made it very easy to cut away the unneeded material. Sitting in blouse and panties, I made fast work of tacking the new hem line.Once again wearing the skirt, I turned my back. We laid back on our sunbeds , i really wanted to wank but resisted, i just didnt want to spoil our friendship even tho we had done most things but always wit our partners present or nearby, Our spouses got back about 2pm & came out to join us in the garden by which time we were glowing after being in the private suntrap in the corner of their garden , Martin just stripped off, Shirley who i had told not to wear any panties this week kept her skirt on, till Leslie & I both wanted to see what she. As reality slowly returned, Miss was kneeling on the floor and Mistress was now standing beside me with a glass of something in her hand.“Water?” she asked kindly.I smiled and nodded weakly, not trusting myself to speak. I expected her to place the glass at my lips to let me drink but instead she held it over me and slowly tilted it. Fuck, it was cold, and I yelped in surprise as it poured over my head. There was a sudden sharp pain as my pussy was smacked hard.“Stay still, Slut,” Miss ordered. ” His sudden confidence had taken me by surprise, my chest was heaving as my heart started to race. The feeling of guilt made my stomach wrench as I looked him in the eyes once again. “I’m sorry, sir.” “That’s better. Time to inspect the uniform I think, we'll discuss your timekeeping later.” He rose from behind his desk and motioned for me to come forward. I watched him move to the front of the desk, leaning back with his arms crossed against it. Nervously I edged forward; as I got closer to.