+1 forward. 7. She needs convincing.

She quickly responds: “I can’t do that, it’s windy!”

You raise an eyebrow: “Remember our arrangement… knowing you’re sitting in the front row without panties on will help keep me happy.”

A moment goes by. You get a picture back of the Academy’s blue uniform skirt lifted up to reveal a shaved, uncovered mound.

You text back: “Good. I expect you to show me during class so I know you didn’t just put them back on.”

“??? How??”

“You’re clever. You’ll find a way.”

Tucking your phone in the inside pocket of your blazer, you make your way to first period.

You stand at the front of your classroom as the girls of your senior English seminar stream in. Most are chatting as they sit down. Aster makes full eye contact with you and smiles knowingly. Gianna can’t look at you at all. You notice her bend over a little further than she needs to as she gets her books out of her book bag before sitting down. You can see what she’s trying to do; while you don’t see a panty line, it’s impossible to say what that means with the thickness of the uniform skirts. She sits and looks at you. Her eyes drill into you pleadingly, looking for a hint that that was enough. You disguise shaking your head no as cracking your neck and you get class started.

As class goes on, you glance over at Gianna periodically. She sat herself in the front row to give her the best chance of showing you she can follow instructions. She tries to time crossing and uncrossing her legs to your glance, but she’s not bold enough to reveal what’s beneath her skirt.

With 10 minutes left in class, you see Gianna glance at the clock and realize she has to be more daring if she wants to follow your instructions. She fingers the hem of her uniform skirt anxiously. From her seat the odds are good that no one would see if she lifted her skirt to show you. But they aren’t good enough for Gianna. The clock ticks. The bell rings. And the period is over.

Gianna lingers as she puts her books in her bag. You sit at your desk to begin prep for your poetry class later on today. As the last student leaves, Gianna stands up and walks over to your desk.

“I’m sorry Mr. Turner, I couldn’t find a time. But I promise I did what you told me.” The girl looks anxious and her voice is soft and tremulous.

“Well… I suppose I can let that slide this time.” You turn to face her and slide one hand up her stockinged thigh and under her skirt. Your fingers find what they were looking for. Gianna’s shaved, panty-less mound. You part her lower lips with your fingers and find your way to gently tease her clit. She shudders as you make light, slow circles with your middle finger. “I see you did follow my instructions after all.”

“Of course Mr. Turner.”

“When do you have your free block today?”

“Fifth period.”

“Be back here then. I’ll want to see that you saw the whole day through.”

Gianna looks like she’s about to protest but simply nods.

“Good girl.” You smile, wiping off your fingers on her skirt as you withdraw your hand. “Run along.”

Gianna rushes out of the room, trying to avoid a tardiness infraction from whatever her next class is.