Trapped and naked

With a slight grin you nudge the minds of one of the students nearby.

"Mr. Fowler.... a little help?" Miss Nolan pleads. She's well aware of her situation. On all fours, naked from the waist down, her shirt doing nothing to cover her exposed arse or pussy.

Young Mr. Fowler grins at his deputy head, calls for help. "Oh, I suppose I can help." He says slowly, walking up behind her. As he grabs at her shoulders Miss Nolan breaths a sigh of relief, but it's short lived.

The student doesn't pull her shoulders, but her shirt. Within seconds the fabric tears away from her body and as she starts to scream his fingers are working on her bra clasp.

It all takes just seconds and Miss Nolan finds her situation suddenly so much worse. She's left there kneeling on the steps now completely naked, her torn clothes laying on the steps beside her, dozens of camera phones pointed in her direction, and the tears begin to stream down her face.