Skirt stolen

Shame-faced, Sandry made her way between desks back to her chair, clutching her ripped skirt to her.

Except suddenly, she could not feel it any more, and her hands were just holding her panties! Sandry spun around, thinking she had dropped it, but there was no sign.

"Sandry? Did you want to come back?" Miss Lane asked.

"My skirt..." Sandry began, confused.

"I don't think it really counts as a skirt anymore."

"Someone took it!"

"Who?"

"I... Don't know."

"Sit down, Sandry."

"Yes, miss."

Sandry hurried back to her chair beside Robyn, who looked with amusement at the newly-revealed front of Sandry's underwear, with the smiling face of Winnie the Pooh on them.

"Nice knickers." Robyn whispered to her.

"Shut up." Sandry whispered back, crossing her legs.

It took Miss Lane some time to restore order to the class after Sandry's exhibition, but at last they were able to proceed, and forty-five minutes later the bell rang.

"Watch out for anyone putting my skirt in their bag." Sandry instructed.

"Will do." Robyn nodded as the two girls stood up.

RIP!

Sandry looked nervously at Robyn.

"What was that?"