Cynthia's parents were tired of her promiscuous lifestyle and enrolled Cindy in an all girl school. She had been suspended from public school and arrested several times for misdemeanor offences. A change of scenery for Cindy and a separation from her friends were their last hope for their rebellious teenage daughter.
Cindy found herself in more like a prison than a school. It was a K-12 institute where they all wore the same uniforms, a plaid knee high skirt and a white blouse.
She hated the lack of individuality and her parents for sending her to such a hell hole, and this was just her second day. She just had to make it through her senior year.
Cindy's last period class of the day was a Communications course with Mr. Walters. Cindy sat in the back row smacking on her gum purposely being disrespectful of her teacher.
Mr. Walters walked back to the back of the class room and grabbed Cindy by the wrist. "This behavior will not be tolerated in my classroom," and led her to the front of the class to an open desk.
"Lose the gum," he said in a deep stern voice.
Cindy spit out the gum in a small piece of paper and slumped in her seat. She stared at Mr. Walters as he paced back and forth lecturing on the fine art of body politics.
Mr. Walters was a tall 33 year old distinguished man with glasses and a goatee.
As Cindy sat there, she would spread her legs just enough to let Mr. Walters get a good look at her white panties.
Cindy jumped out of her seat as the last bell of the day rang out.
"Not so fast," Mr. Walters said. "Sit down Miss Cynthia."
He gave the students their reading assignments and told the rest that they were free to go. The classroom emptied out leaving Cindy sitting there and Mr. Walters leaning on the corner of his desk.
After a long pause, Mr. Walters looked at Cindy, "Miss Cynthia, we have a problem. This is a communications class. I am the teacher and you are the student.,,, Do you understand?"
Cindy just grinned and said, "yeah, sure."
Mr. Walters walked over to Cindy's desk and slammed his fist down hard. Cindy jumped and sat upright.
"You will address me as Mr. Walters or Sir, Understand?"
Cindy looked down and quietly said, "yes sir."
Mr. Walters again slammed his fist down and yelled, "WHAT?"
For the first time in years, Cindy felt afraid. No one had ever talked to her with such authority.
"Yes Sir, I understand," Cindy said.
Mr. Walters grabbed Cindy by the wrist and led her to his desk. He sat in his chair just looking at Cindy.
"We need to communicate, and I feel this is the only thing you understand."
Still holding her, he grabbed the buttons at the top of the skirt and pulled down sharply ripping the zipper allowing the skirt to fall to the floor.
