Claire was your typical high school student. Except, she was one year older than the other students in her class after transferring schools this year. She was in a new Catholic school now. She was nineteen and managed to make a few friends and went to some of the parties now and then. She was the quiet type, but knew what she liked and enjoyed trying new things.
She masturbated like any teen girl, but not that often. She was not sex crazed like some other girls. She has had a couple of boyfriends before in her old town but they soon dumped her for never going "all the way". She felt their cocks in their pants and just some heaving petting but nothing more. She was concentrating on her school work and volunteered at the local church.
Claire was a real beauty, a swim suit model type and extremely sexy, shoulder length brunette with short bangs, perfect sweet innocent looking face, blue eyes, perfect white teeth, nice full lips, stylish dark rimmed glasses, very strong fit legs and butt, and nice firm smaller 32b breasts. She enjoyed working out and keeping in shape. She was relatively short, 5' 2" and 110 lbs. With her being so tiny, she had a very tight pussy.
It was autumn and a nice warm day. Claire wore a shorter skirt, down to mid high, white cotton panties with short socks, sneekers, and a nice white top. She wore her hair down today.
Lunch hour rolled around and she decided to stay at school, maybe sit outside and enjoy the warm sunny day. It was now getting a bit windy outside and her dress was flapping around slightly, so she would have to tame it once and a while during her walk to the picnic table. She saw some teachers and students nearby who were out for lunch also enjoying the day.
To her shock, a gust of wind came upon her and blew her dress a bit above her waist, then she urgently grabbed it and pulled it down quickly. She looked around in a haste to see if anyone was watching. It was not obvious anyone was looking. A soothing relief went through her. My God, she thought to herself, what if someone would have seen me, my dress blown up, a full view of my ass in my panties!
After eating lunch, she went back to school and to her first class. Once her class was done, she thought she heard her name on the P.A. system. Could it be? I have never heard my name called before, she thought. Maybe my mother was trying to get in touch with me, she thought. Maybe something bad has happened.
Then again, the voice on the P.A. system said, "Claire Darling, please come to the principals office."
Yup, it was her alright. A wave of panic went through her. What was this all about, she thought. She quickly made her way into the office and went to the administrators desk.
"Hi, I'm Claire Darling, the office called me on the P.A. system." she said.
"Oh yes, please have a seat, the principal would like to see you." the lady at the desk said. Her name plate had Mrs. Sterling on it.
Principal, she thought to herself. Why would the principal want to see me? she thought.
The principal suddenly appeared from around the corner, not giving Claire any time to think.
"Miss Darling!?" he asked, while looking at Claire.
"Yes Mr. Strong, I'm Claire." she said back to him.
"Come with me." he said.
"Mrs. Sterling, please ensure no one interrupts us and no phone calls while I am busy here, ok?" he said to her.
Mrs. Sterling politely said, "Ok sir, no problem."
Shaking with fear, Claire got up, grabbed her bag and followed him down a short hallway to his office.
He stepped aside to let Claire by him. "Have a seat young lady, we need to chat." he said. The tone in his voice was fairly stern, making Claire a tiny bit frightened. What did she do to get here she thought.
Claire sat down in a wooden chair with no arms. It was an old style chair, well built and sturdy. Mr. Strong was a bigger man, about 6' 2", 200 lbs, well built and not overweight at all. He was somewhat attractive for a 45 year old man with shorter dark hair and was wearing a suit. He sat down across from Claire on the other side of his desk, leaned over, and crossed his fingers together, while looking at her.
"I have been informed about something that troubles me, Claire." he said.
Claire looked at him extremely distraught. "W-What do you mean sir?" she barely voiced back.
"Well, I was told that you were flashing yourself during the lunch break outside on school property." he said in a stern voice.
"NO!" said Claire, with a louder confident tone. "The wind blew my skirt up and I quickly pushed it down as fast as I could Sir!"
"That's not what I heard, young lady" he said. He stood up from his chair.
"That's exactly what happened Sir" she said sternly.
"Don't get cheeky with me, my dear!" he yelped back at her. "My source is a good one and they said you pulled up that skirt on your own. I think you need to be punished for what you did."
"NO SIR, REALLY, it wasn't like that, AT ALL!!" Claire shouted.
"DO NOT YELL AT ME CLAIRE!" the principal said sternly.
"Please stand for me and show me what you're wearing under that skirt young lady!"