Uniform Inspection

Mr Robertson scratched his beard, as he had a habit of doing when deep in thought. The new reform was now in effect, and much to his disappointment nothing had really changed. Students by and by large were acting up as they always had, only difference was that they wore attractive outfits doing so.

To him it seemed as if they didn’t take the reform seriously.

If he wanted to change the direction of the academy and achieve his goal of increasing the institutions renown, he needed to state an example. To show, ideally publicly, that things were different this term.

He just needed a suitable victim, and a suitable offence. Since the staff apparently didn’t think much of his ambition, it appeared obvious that he would have to make one up. Suitable victims were plentiful, but he had his eye on Rachel for quite some time, the 6th former that seemed to draw heads without even trying. He had often fantasized at what lay underneath her clothes, the thought of pulling down her knickers served as motivation in the looming night hours pouring over school disciplinary history, preparing speeches and formulating his reform.

Having made up his mind for a suitable course of action he got up from his desk at second bell and made his way through the school searching for her.

Rachel was standing by the lockers in the long corridor talking idly with Jenny.

“These uniforms utterly suck, look!” Rachel gestured towards her chest. “These blouses are way too tight! I can hardly breathe in these things”. Rachels shirt was stretched thin, her breasts were pressing the fabric to the limit, and the buttons seemed to be hanging on to their dear life.

Jenny blushed as she looked down on her own assets, her blouse hung loosely over her shoulders, if anything, it seemed oversized. Rachel was of course right about the uniform, but for other reasons. In baggy clothes she Jenny could hide her immaturity, now in the conservative uniform, there was no way to hide, she could easily be interpreted to be at least 5 years younger.

“And don’t get me started on the knickers, dear god, they feel like they are eating my bum whole!”

Of that Jenny agreed, the panties were seemingly undersized for everyone. She felt the elastics pinch her bottom, and the fabric invading her privacy with every step. She found herself repeatedly adjusting it when she thought no one was looking. Which of course they were, especially the male staff.

“Bet Mr Robertson did it on purpose, the greasy old sod” Rachel said frustrated.

“What’s that girl!?”

Jenny startled, as she admired Rachels body enviously she had failed to notice Mr Robertson making his way up the hall. Now he was standing right over Rachels shoulders red-faced and a firm frown on his face.

Rachel spun on her heel but was lost for words.

“I…. I….” She stammered.

“As you complained so much about the size of your undergarments, I believe an inspection is in order, don’t you?”

Before Rachel could reply, Mr Robertson grabbed a hold of Rachels skirt and pulled it up in an abrupt forceful motion.