She wondered whether she should have stopped to buy new clothes. Her old lady clothes were too small for her, and her breasts were straining against h...r petticoat and her green peacock gown, threatening to burst out. Her derriere was similarly offering a spectacularly tight view to whomsoever was lucky enough to glimpse her from behind. She decided against it. Just then she would get home. She could decide on a proper course of action, and splurge on clothes later. The taxicab dropped her off. Why do you think I misbehaved?” I smiled sweetly as I stood facing Pauline with my hands held in front of me. I shuffled around on my feet as I stood there looking at my Form teacher.My young History teacher had shaken her head and looked up at me.“You want your bottom smacked?” The twenty-two-year-old teacher had asked me. Surprised.I reached behind my head with my right hand and made sure that my long dark hair was running down my back.“Yes please, Miss. I really want you to smack my bottom. ”He smiled at her. “My special love!” he said softly.“I’ll cook you breakfast tomorrow morning. I only go in at sparrow’s on Monday, Wednesday and Friday now so I’m up at a civilised time four days a week.”“Sensible girl.”The following morning was different for a number of other people as well. The senior proctor needed to interview Messrs Owen and Wilson. While they were being found he alerted the Dean’s Office. Then Mr Agnew, Mr Wilson’s tutor rang in to say that Mr Wilson was still suffering. I dressed very provocatively, wearing a micromini denim skirt which rode low on my hips and a white shorty tanktop without a bra, of course. Did I wear any panties? Of course not.When I walked into the research area, Phil was sitting at the usual table. He looked up and saw me and smiled. He then looked me slowly up and down, repeatedly. I sat down next to him. “Mari,” he whispered, “That is a dangerous outfit to be wearing out on the street. Someone is going to try and pick you up.” I giggled..