"Kelly. Come in."
"Yes sir."
"Put your school bag in the corner and sit at the front desk."
"Yes sir."
"Do you know why you're here?"
"Yeah."
"Yes what?"
"Yes sir."
"Why are you here?"
"For detention sir."
"Do you know why I'm giving you detention?"
"Yes sir."
"Why am I giving you detention?"
"Because of my bra?"
"What are the rules about school uniforms?"
"But sir, I was just..."
"Uh uh! I'm not a fool young miss."
"But sir, I'm not..."
"Silence! What colour bra is allowed?"
"White sir."
"And what colour bra were you wearing today?"
"Black sir."
"It's very easy to see a black bra under a thin white blouse, Kelly. Especially when you've spilled water down yourself."
"But sir, that was..."
"Silence. You're eighteen, not eight."
"Yes sir."
"Did you change it?"
"Sir?"
"Have you changed your bra?"
"Yes sir."
"Show me."
"Sir?"
"Undo your top button."
"Yes sir."
"I can't see anything. Undo your next button."
"But sir, I ..."
"Undo your next button."
"Yes sir."
"And the next."
"Yes sir."
"I don't see a white bra."
"No sir."
"Why is that?"
"I didn't have one to change into, sir."
"So you're still wearing the black bra?"
"No sir."
"Are you wearing a bra?"
"Yes sir."
"Show me."
"But sir..."
"Undo the rest of your buttons. Now."
"Yes sir."
"Stand up."
"Yes sir."
"Now open your blouse."
"Yes sir."
"So, you're not wearing a bra?"
"No sir."
"Where's the black bra?"
"In my bag, sir."
"Get it out."
"Can I do up my top?"
"No. Hurry up."
"Yes sir."
"What fell out of your bag?"
"Nothing sir."
"Bring it here with your bra."
"But sir, it..."
"Bring it here now. Stand next to your desk."
"Yes sir."
"Give me the bra."
"Here sir."
"This bra is so lacy I can see straight through it."
"Yes sir."
"Do you think that's appropriate wear for school?"
"No sir."
"Why were you wearing it?"
"Dunno."
"I beg your pardon miss?"
"I don't know sir."
"You had a reason. Why were you wearing it?"
"It... feels good sir."
"Does it? It feels good against your skin?"
"Yes sir."
"It feels good against your breasts?"
"Yes sir."
"It feels good against your nipples?"
"Yes sir."
"So, you like the feel of soft lace gently scratching against your bare nipples?"
"I..."
"Do you?"
"Yes sir."
"Does this bra feel good against your skin now?"
"Yes sir."
"Does it feel good against your breast now?"
"Yes sir."
"Does it feel good against your bare erect nipple?"
"I..."
"Does it?"
"Yes sir."
"I see. Do you play with your nipples in class."
"S... Sometimes sir."
"Do you think that's appropriate class behaviour?"
"No sir."
"You're going to have to control yourself in class young miss."
"Yes sir."
"If I ever catch you you'll be severely punished."
"Yes sir."
"Now, what did you drop?"
"These sir."
"Black panties. Also lacy and see through. Also against the rules. Were you wearing these earlier today as well?"
"I wasn't going..."
"It smells like you were. Is that your smell?"
"Yes sir."
"So, you were you wearing these with your bra?"
"Yes sir."
"What are you wearing now?"
"I'm... I've got..."
"Bend over."
"But sir, I ..."
"Bend over."
"Yes sir."
"I'm not seeing any panties. Stand up straight."
"Yes sir."
"Now lift up your skirt."
"Yes sir."
"So you're not wearing any panties either."
"I didn't have any other pairs at..."
"I don't want to hear it. Keep your skirt up."
"Yes sir."
"There's a name for girls like you Kelly. Isn't there?"
"Yes sir."
"There's a name for young women who don't wear a bra or panties. Who stand there with their shirts open and their large full breasts hanging out for the world to see."
"Yes sir."
"What do you think you look like, holding your short skirt up around your slim waist exposing your plump round arse and your pubic hair already glistening with a thin film of moisture? What do you think you look like?"
"I don't know sir."
"You look like a slut, Kelly."
"Yes sir."
"What do you look like?"
"A slut, sir."
"What are you?"
"A slut sir."
"Correct. Do you know what sluts do?"
"No sir."
"They do whatever they're told, don't they?"
"Yes sir."
"What are you going to do, slut?"
"Whatever I'm told sir."
"Good slut. Wipe away your juices, slut."
"Yes sir."
"You're making a mess slut."
"Sorry sir."
"Just use your middle finger slut."
"Yes sir."
"Wipe as much juice as you can onto your finger slut."
"Yes sir."
"Now lick your finger clean."
"Yes sir."
"Do it again."
"Yes sir."
"Keep doing it slut."
"Yes sir. Mm."
"Stop that."
"Yes sir."
"What do you think you're doing slut?"
"Wiping away my juices sir."
"That's not what you were doing slut. You were fingering your cunt."
"Yes sir."
"Is that what I told you to do slut?"
"No sir."
"What did I tell you to do slut?"
"Wipe away my juices sir."
"And what did I catch you doing slut?"
"Fingering my cunt sir."
"Do you think it's appropriate to finger your cunt in school, you slut?"
"No sir."
"Do you finger yourself in class?"
"Sometimes sir."
"It's about time you were properly punished slut."
"Please sir, I couldn't..."
"Bend over slut."
"But sir..."
"You need to be spanked you filthy little slut."
"No sir, I..."
"Lift your skirt up slut."
"Please sir, I... Ow."
"Now slut, apologise."
"Ow, I'm sorry."
"Sorry what?"
"Ow. I'm sorry sir."
"Sorry for what, slut."
"Ow. I'm sorry for fingering my cunt. Ow."
"I'm sorry for fingering my cunt what?"
"Ow. I'm sorry for fingering my cunt sir. Ow."
"Did you mean to masturbate?"
"No, sir. Ow."
"No sir what?
"Ow. No sir. I didn't mean to masturbate. Oh."