I did not have time or the opportunity to speak to either Mandy or Sharon for the rest of the day, and when school closing time came round I waited expectantly with Janice for Darren to come for his "detention".
He almost burst into the room when he did arrive, having evidently been running from wherever he had been.
Janice was ready for him, though. "If you had been much longer I would have taken them off before you got here," she laughed. "But as you are just in time I will treat this as a proper detention for speaking too familiar to me this morning. Over there, Darren!" She pointed to the floor, and when he made to bring up a chair she rebuked him, saying, "No! I mean you to kneel on the floor! After all, you'll have a better view if you are low down, won't you?"
He knelt down eagerly awaiting whatever was to happen. And his anticipation was fulfilled! Janice walked over to him until his head was on a level with her crotch, and almost touching it. She then pushed him gently until he was knelt back on his haunches, whereupon she straddled his folded knees with her feet, leaving his face even closer to her most intimate regions. Once again she twisted her skirt round so that the slit was to the front, which meant that his face was only a fraction from her knickers, so visible now that she had raised the skirt again.
"Now you must promise one thing, Darren. You will not move a muscle until I give permission. Is that clear?"
When he said it was she made him solemnly promise, which he did do.
"Right, then, Darren. Your punishment part of your detention!"
And she tucked the skirt up into her belt so that her black lace knickers were on full display, then calculatingly slowly she hooked her fingers into the elastic and obscenely lowered them until they were just about on a level with the top of the slit of her pussy, which so far was showing a complete lack of any hair whatsoever.
Then she stopped. "I want another promise from you, Darren," she said. "I know you have taken on a bet with your pals, but I want you to promise that you will tell them a lie and say that you lost your bet. In return I will let you actually take my knickers off with no further help from me. But the promise must also include the fact that you will never ever speak to anyone else about this, no matter how tempted you are to do so. So let me hear you make a genuine promise along those lines."
Although he was but an inch or so away from the bunched up lace of her knickers Darren's self-control was such that he did not budge one bit as he unfalteringly said, "I swear most sincerely that I shall tell the others that it was a wild bet that I never had a chance of
fulfilling, that I obviously lost the bet, and that never as long as I live will I speak about this incident to anyone else not present in this room at this time. That is my solemn promise."
Janice smiled at me as he was speaking, as Darren was unable to see her face owing to his close proximity to her thighs, her bunched up skirt hiding his face from hers. But as soon as he had finished she spoke back to him.