Her bra

Sandry's eyes widened in shock as she felt a sudden loosening around her large breasts, no longer supported by her bra. The strap had snapped and the two loose ends had separated and come to rest in each of her armpits.

She hoped the noise was quiet enough not to be noticed, but Miss Lane was standing right by her at the time, and was now looking down at her again.

"Sandry, why do you insist on making these interruptions?"

"I don't mean to, Miss!"

"Perhaps you should come to the front and write out the essay prompts on the board, then I can see what you're up to."

Sandry was horrified at the suggestion- her uniform had ripped so much that her back half was basically naked, just her old knickers, legs of her trousers and collar and sleeves of her blouse, and nothing else but bare skin.

"I'd... I'd rather not, Miss." Sandry was usually one of the best pupils, she had been mocked in the past for being a teachers pet, and she never said no to anything they asked her. She just hoped that her history of doing that was enough for Miss Lane to excuse her today.

It wasn't.

"Sandry, right now please." Miss Lane insisted, a deep frown on her face.

Sandry sighed, and stood up.

RIP!