A brazen red thong

Jennys gasped audibly, Mr Robertson abrupt movement pulled Rachels skirt up to her shoulders, underneath was a bright red minimalistic thong! Jenny had never seen anything quite like it, the front was obscenely low cut, barely covering her curly blonde pubic hair, the minimal patch was held in place by two razor-thin elastic straps riding up way up her hips. In the back the straps turned to a small triangle only covering the upper part of her bottom, before thinning into a barely there string completely swallowed by her ivory white curves.

Rachel had apparently opted away something biting her bum, to something her bum could actually swallow. The sight was erotic, how the red fabric clung to her body firmly, and seemed to hunt every crevice of her body.

“SIR!” Rachel objected loudly, blushing, attempting to pull her skirt back down.

“Good god! What in god’s name is that!? floss?!” Mr Robertson bellowed, without a moment of hesitation his fist grabbed the side-straps and pulled the thong upwards to Rachels waist, turning the front to a string that invaded Rachels labia. Rachel yelled out in pain

With Rachels underwear firm in hand he marched her towards his office. The whimpering schoolgirl tiptoed clumsily behind, pushing her pelvis forward trying to reduce the pain of the invading fabric whilst still maintaining her balance.

Snickering and laughter followed Rachels dancelike manoeuvres through the crowded corridor. As she seemed to proudly display her now immodest pelvis.

Reaching the door to his office, Mr Robertson pushed the young schoolgirl inside. Once relieved of the pain Rachels hands instantly flew to adjust the fabric digging into her privates.

“What did you do that for!?” Rachel yelled at the dean.

“Making an example” Mr Robertson answered harshly “You are in violation of the school uniform dress code. All girls are to wear the regulation knickers. And this..” he lifted Rachels skirt and plucked the front panel his finger, taking the opportunity to peer down the neatly trimmed pubic swell of the schoolgirl. “Is not appropriate” He said before releasing the fabric causing a snapping noise as it returned to hug the school-girl intimates.

“Now take off your skirt” he said, turning his back to Rachel as he moved to grab his polaroid camera resting on his desk.

“Excuse me?!” Rachel objected.

“Per the school reform I am authorized to discipline you in proportion to your offence and that my girl, is improper. I strongly suggest you comply before your punishment will also include the cane on your bare bottom or worse….”

Rachel gulped and hesitantly removed the clasp of her skirt, dropping it to the floor with a thud.

“Hands at your sides” Mr Robertson said holding his camera

“But...” Rachel started to object but thought better off it as Mr Robertson placed a large wooden paddle on his desk.

Rachel removed her hands cupping her crotch. As she stood in front of the fully dressed man holding a camera she became increasingly aware of her own near nudity, somehow wearing kneesocks, a blouse and a cardigan made it even worse. It felt as if the sexy thong wasn’t even there as she felt a slight chill from the cold room.

“Good girl, now smile”

*SNAP*

“erhm… sir? What is the picture for?” She blushed furiously

“It is for documentation purposes” he thought to himself.

He took a good look at the photo. Perfect! a blushing young schoolgirl, fighting the urge to cover herself. A perfect addition to my personal photoalbum.

“Now the back”

*SNAP*

Even as Rachel had adjusted the front of her daring choice of underwear, it did not help how it looked in the back, the triangle had formed to a single thread, which now was firmly placed in her teenage bottom, the contrast of the burning red and the pale ivory cheeks was utterly magnificent he thought to himself.

“Good, your underwear is now confiscated, take them off” He tried saying casually as he felt his own underwear throbbing.

Without protest, Rachel took hold of the sidestraps and peeled her underwear off.