Nervously I knocked on the door of Mrs Hipkins' flat that she occupied on campus. I had been summonsed there for what my teacher called 'punishment time' after she caught me in her class not wearing knickers or a bra. I knew my behaviour had been shameful and I should not have allowed my roommate, Bridget, to dictate my life in this manner. I wished I wasn't so submissive to her.
As per Mrs Hipkins' directive I was still not wearing underwear, and making matters even worse was the fact that I had just got my period. At that moment I wished the earth might open up and swallow me.
My thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the door. To my shock it was a male in his forties who stood there. My mouth hung open in surprise.
"Yes?" the male enquired.
"Umm. I am Angela Brumm. I am here to see Mrs Hipkins," I managed to mumble, while carefully keeping my arm over my breasts so that my lack of a bra would not be evident.
"Oh yes, she mentioned you would be arriving. I am her husband, John. Come inside," he smiled warmly, stepping to the side to let me in. "She is currently on the phone so please take a seat in the lounge."
I had not realised Mrs Hipkins was married so had been taken by surprise. I had never seen Mr Hipkins about at the college so he obviously worked elsewhere. As I nervously took a seat on the sofa I heard the voice of another male calling out from the kitchen. It was obvious from the conversation it was their son. I began to squirm uncomfortably, so aware that I was not wearing panties or a bra. I found myself trying to pull my skirt lower down my legs.
A few minutes later Mr Hipkins emerged from the kitchen with his son. My eyes widened in horror as I recognised their son as Tony, a very good friend of Darren, Bridget's former boyfriend. Memories of my shameful conduct with Darren came flooding back at me. On several occasions I had paraded myself naked in front of him, had masturbated him, and eventually willingly given him my virginity.
"Angela," Tony grinned, "what a very pleasant surprise."
"You know each other?" Mr Hipkins was surprised, although not half as surprised, or shocked, as I was.
I was terrorised by the thought that Darren may have boasted of his conquests to his good friend.
"More by reputation than anything else," Tony smirked, and in that instance I knew my worse fears were realised.
His father looked at both of us puzzled, but made no comment.
"Why are you here?" Tony was clearly curious.
"I have, a, ummm, homework session with her," I mumbled, ensuring I kept my arm strategically placed over the front of my blouse so that my braless breasts were hidden.
Tony nodded knowingly, sensing that I was probably there as some form of punishment. He then disappeared upstairs and I could hear him talking to his mother. I dreaded the thought of what their conversation could be about. Mr Hipkins disappeared into his study and I was left alone with my thoughts and embarrassment.
After ten agonising minutes I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and Mrs Hipkins entered the room. For a long moment she just stared at me, seemingly deep in thought. I couldn't help but blush.
"What are we dealing with here, Angela?" Mrs Hipkins finally commented. "Who is this young lady I have in front of me?"
I could only stare at her, wide eyed and innocent.
"Stand up."
I obeyed, keeping my arm over my chest.
"Put your arms to your side."
Reluctantly I obeyed. At that point Mr Hipkins emerged from his study to make himself a coffee. His eyes popped open when he saw my erect nipples poking through my blouse and it was obvious I was not wearing a bra. His eyes stayed on me as he exited into the kitchen.
"I am baffled," Mrs Hipkins continued. You have been an A grade student and top athlete who has been a model student. But now I am finding out this young lady in front of me has a darker side to her personality which sees her flaunting herself in a manner that is unbecoming of a young lady."
I couldn't even begin to explain myself so I didn't respond.
"I thought not wearing undies and a bra to class was bad enough, but now my son has told me of how you flaunted yourself in front of Darren."
I just about died with shame.
"Is this true?"
Too humiliated to do anything else, I just nodded. I knew it would be fruitless to try and deny it.
For a long moment my teacher just stared at me.
"What am I going to do with you?" she finally commented. "Clearly you take great pleasure in exposing your body to everybody willing to look."
"No ma'am,' I cringed. "I don't like it when people see my body. It is really embarrassing," I spoke truthfully.
"It might be embarrassing, but you seem to take some sort of perverse pleasure from allowing people to view your womanly assets that should be kept well hidden from prying eyes."
She was right, but I couldn't admit it to myself, let alone my teacher.
"Take off your top and hand it to me."
My eyes opened wide in shock. "Mrs Hipkins," I pleaded. "I can't do that."
I was especially horrified as I knew Mr Hipkins and Tony were likely to come into the room at any moment.
Mrs Hipkins didn't respond. She just stood confidently before me, holding out her hand. Even though she was casually dressed in slacks and a woollen jersey she was still immaculately manicured and wearing makeup. Her very ample breasts strained against the fabric of her jersey. It made me even more conscious of my own boobs.
Mrs Hipkins seemed to have no doubt that I would respond to her directive. For a long moment I stared back at her, trying to be defiant. But then I felt my shoulders slump as my resolve crumbled. I knew I would do as she requested.
Nervously I fumbled at the buttons of my school blouse before letting it drop over my shoulders. I shuddered as my breasts came into view, knowing that my nipples were rock hard. Slowly I removed the blouse from my arms and handed it to my teacher. I desperately wanted to raise my arms to cover myself, but instead they dropped to my sides. The old familiar sensations rushed back to me. Visions of being exposed to strangers at the lake with my brothers briefly filled my head. I couldn't bring myself to cover my body then, despite my intense humiliation, and now I was driven by the same sensations.
I stood naked from the waist up, with my teacher eyeing me warily, seemingly trying to analyse my behaviour while contemplating her next move. Mr Hipkins suddenly emerged from the kitchen, coffee in hand. His mouth dropped open when he saw my semi naked condition. I blushed with intense embarrassment but still made no attempt to cover myself.
"Oh, my, oh my," he uttered, seemingly in approval of the eye candy presented to him in his living room. "This is a rather unusual form of punishment," he directed his comment to his wife.
"This is a very unusual situation requiring a drastic response," Mrs Hipkins responded.
Mr Hipkins just shook his head, and continued on to his study, but not before sneaking a further look at my small breasts with the very erect nipples.
"Now your skirt, Angela."
"No, no ,nooo," I pleaded desperately, "Please don't ask me to undress any further. I am incredibly sorry for my behaviour."
"Really! Somehow I doubt it, especially looking at how rigid those nipples of yours are."
"It is just because I am utterly humiliated," I pleaded forlornly.
