New Terms

The remainder of the class went smoothly, and by the end, my fears of the consequences of my wardrobe choice had subsided. Not wearing panties wasn't that big of a deal, was it? If it wasn't for my skirt getting caught on the chair, none of this would have happened.

When the class ended, I rose to leave, but the professor called to me, "Miss, a word please." Then he motioned me to follow him through the staff doorway into the back hallway. Trudging after him, I was unsure what to expect.

"As one of State's top scholarship recipients, let me remind you that your entire scholarship could be revoked if you fail to maintain a suitable attendance record, grade average, and standards of personal conduct. Today you were tardy and I suspect a report to the Dean regarding your lack of underwear equates to a violation of the personal conduct standard."

Oh no! He's going to report me. What can I do? "I'm so terribly sorry. I was running late, and one thing led to another. If there's anything I can do," I pleaded.

"Fortunately for you," he continued. "I am willing to grant leniency on today's tardiness, but I expect your prompt arrival for the remainder of the semester."

"I promise I will not be late again," I offered as I held my hand over my bosom.

"As for your attire," he paused. "I personally see no problem with what you're wearing, and in fact I encourage it. Besides, I think the Dean is a snooty, old bitch who's well past her tenure. I won't report you...provided you agree to the following terms. First, you are not permitted to wear underwear in this class. Second, you must wear a skirt which is no longer than the one you're wearing now. Third, you will sit in the seat I assign for you each day. Fourth, you will spread your legs whenever I look toward you during class. Finally, I may include additional terms in the future. Failure to comply with any of these terms or future ones will result in my reporting you to the Dean. Do we have an understanding?"

As the ramifications sunk in, I didn't know whether to be appalled at his perverted **** demands, or relieved that I would be able to keep my scholarship if I accepted his terms. Being pantyless didn't bother me, but wearing a miniskirt during the upcoming winter months was going to be a challenge. Sitting wherever he wanted me and flashing him during class wouldn't be difficult, even if it did seem a bit disgusting. Before agreeing, I needed one clarification. "Regarding the first condition, can I wear a bra?"

As he pondered his response, he took a moment to look more closely at my breasts. "You may wear a bra. The first term is amended to only apply to lower undergarments. However, I am adding a new optional term A. Each day you spend in class without a bra is worth 10 bonus points."

Mentally tallying the bonus points I could earn by end of the semester, I quickly realized that he was offering me the equivalent of two full grade levels worth of points for just showing up without any underwear. "OK. I accept." You pervert.