Keep Trying

Determined to get herself free, Miss Rowe picks up her efforts, trying desperately to **** the ruler between her skirt and the chair.

After a few more minutes of frantic work, drawing the attention of at least one student, she finally feels something give.

She's about to breath a sigh of relief, when she feels the cold metal of the ruler against her bare skin.

Risking a glance down, she see's that she hasn't managed to separate her skirt from the chair, but has instead created a long slit along the right hand side of her skirt, the fabric falling away from her flesh, exposing a little more than she would have liked.