Uniform check

Alison is in her 'schoolgirl' outfit when she saunters into my kitchen after her classes, and I wonder if she really wore her old school uniform all day long. She must have changed; that sexy look would hardly go over well with Dr. Lark and her Women's Studies class. For that matter, a skirt that short would hardly meet chem lab safety standards either, but I could just picture all the frat boys drooling over her if she did.

“OK, Miss Miller.” I use my best stern 'teacher voice' to take charge of the situation before she can even start teasing me. “Time for a uniform check.”

Alison's eyes widen in surprise, but almost immediately she smiles coyly. “Mr. Patterson?” She pulls the hem of her plaid skirt down nervously. “You're not really going to ...”

“Put your hands on the counter, young lady.” I direct her to a spot between the refrigerator and sink. “I promised your dad I'd make sure you were on the right path, and that includes checking to make sure you are following school rules.” This is of course pretty lame, but Alison has been teasing me mercilessly with her hot body for days now and I wasn't going to let reality ruin this moment. When she's in position with her hands on the counter, I step behind her and place my hands on her hips to hold her in place.

“I knew you were really just an old perv, Mr. Patterson.” I should have taken offense at Alison's less than charitable portrayal of me, but my hands have climbed to cup her firm young breasts and it was a hard accusation to refute.

“Yeah, but what can you do about it?” Even through her shirt and bra I feel her nipples tighten as I grope her. “Who's going to believe you?” It's a little embarrassing at how easy it is to get into the role of taking advantage of a student like this. “I'm a well-liked and respected professional, and everyone knows you're nothing but a vindictive little slut.” It doesn't take long to undo a few more buttons and push up her shirt and bra so her bare flesh is in my hands. “You've lied so many times that not even your dad would believe you.”

“Stop this, Mr. Patterson.” The sassiness of this little tease is quickly replaced with something far more pliable. “Please, this isn't right...”

“Shut up, you little tease.” I growl softly and lower my right hand to her hip, “Should we check and see if you are wearing the right underwear?”

“Please, Mr. Patterson, I'll go change right now.” She is wearing those red silk panties; I am sure of it now. "I won't tease you anymore.”

“It's a little bit late for that, isn't it Miss Miller?” Before she can try to weasel her way out of this predicament, I lift the hem of her plaid skirt up onto the small of her back and smile in delight at the sight of her perfect ass clad in nothing but a skimpy set of bright red silk panties. “After you've been flashing your ass at the boys all day long at school.” I cup one of Alison's firm cheeks and give it a good squeeze. “Did any of those boys cop a feel? Did you let them feel you up like this?” Her wordless moan is sexy as Hell, and it is all I can do to step back from the panting schoolgirl.

“Of course not, Sir!” I love the outrage of the schoolgirl who knows she's a tease but gets upset when men are tempted by what's being offered. It is tempting to slide the panties off her myself, but I decide to stretch this out. Stepping back as if I don't even care how good it would feel to ram my cock into her when she's bent over like this, I hold out my empty hand.

“Well, take them off, Miss Miller.” She stares at me in a combination of surprise, anger and embarrassment for almost five seconds, but then carefully pulls off the offending article of clothing from under her skirt. I actually see very little of her bare skin, certainly less than when I had her bent over with her skirt up, but it was one of the hottest things I've ever seen in my life.

“Can I go now, Mr. Patterson?” Alison's eyes are bright with excitement, almost daring me to finish what I started. “Or is there something else you need to inspect?”