Mrs Barker interrupts your fun

You watch Lucy retreat to the classroom door and then have to suppress a laugh when she starts struggling with the door handle. Her cheeks are red and you think you can see the first sign of tears as she uselessly stamps her boot-clad hands against the doorway.

You go to turn back to your other waiting classmates when the classroom door suddenly swings open from the inside and Lucy steps back in alarm, wincing as her bare feet make a squeaking sound against the hallway flooring.

Mrs Barker steps out of the classroom and gives Lucy a quizzical look. You can tell your teacher is not happy, in fact you’ve never seen her so furious and her face is like thunder as she marches in your direction.

“Michael! What is the meaning of this?” She demands, pointing directly at you, “The Latimer twins are barely dressed, Lucy’s wearing..." She pauses as though trying to process what she's seeing, "... she's wearing her shoes on her hands?! And Stella Andrews just returned to my classroom completely in the nude!!!”

You stand your ground, though it’s hard to remind yourself that you have the authority right now, all thanks to the rulebook. You start making a little mental mantra ‘I’m in control, I’m in control, I’m in control’ though it’s hard to believe it when the teacher you’re so used to being reprimanded by is harshly speaking right at you. It takes all your will power to stay confident in the power of the rule book.

“Stella disagreed with my uniform adjustments for her yes; she’ll be attending class naked for the foreseeable future”

Mrs Barker screws up her nose in anger, “This is entirely inappropriate and wildly disruptive!”

“I realise that but I do have the authority and I am doing what I think is best” You say calmly as the rest of the girls nervously glance at each other, hoping Mrs Barker might be able to talk you around.

“You think Stella attending class in the nude is for the best?” She hisses at you in growing frustration, but you note that she’s made no attempt to reach for the girls abandoned clothing, which only boosts your confidence that she’s not going to challenge you even more.

Behind her, stood further down the hallway Lucy is watching the exchange with obvious nervous hope that Mrs Barker might save her and get her hands back.

“Yes, I’ve assigned her a uniform of nothing… obviously she’ll take some time to adjust to being a nudist, but I’d appreciate it if you could be discrete about it” You say with deliberate **** of tone.

"Discrete?! The poor girl is naked!" She yells, echoing the word 'naked' down the halls in a way that you have to take a moment to appreciate. It's so surreal you get giddy knowing this is really happening.

"Yes Mrs Barker she is and you'll need to get used to it... We all will... especially Stella..."

There's another awkward pause as you stare off with your teacher but you see Mrs Barker’s expression drop after a moment into one of angry defeat. “I don’t like this at all” she says, staring angrily at you, hands on her hips, even as her voice lowers to a more normal level.

“I understand, but they are the rules” You say with a smirk.

You see her take a deep breath and then chew her own tongue for a moment; her eyes remain fixed to yours in anger but you can tell she’s out of options. After a long drawn out pause she looks at the rest of the girls and then back to you, “Fine, but I want them back in my classroom immediately. Get on with your inspections quickly… you don’t have to be in classes but they do!”

You smile and give her a polite nod, “Of course, I promise I won’t keep them much longer”

Mrs Barker huffs in defeat, turns and heads back towards her classroom, she’s still scowling and you can hear her muttering under her breath in annoyance. As she passes next to Lucy the girl holds up her boot-hands in weak pleading that maybe her teacher could do something, “Mrs Barker I-“

You smile when you hear your teacher bark at her instead, “Not now Lucy. Michael has every right to dress you however he sees fit, now get back to your seat”

“B-but my hands!” The auburn haired girl shrieks which only earns her an even sterner talking to from Mrs Barker.

“You have your feet and your mouth girl; now get back to your desk! You don’t need hands to participate in class!”

You watch the girl slump and meekly walk inside the room, followed by Mrs Barker who shoots you a look of absolutely **** before she slams the door closed behind her. The remaining assembled girls all jump at the sound of the door slamming and then look at you in anxious fear.