Her blouse ripped too

"For goodness sake, Smith." Miss Beauchamp sighed as the back of Sandry's blouse split. "Take that off, as well."

Reluctantly, Sandry stripped off her white blouse and handed this over as well as her trousers, which Miss Beauchamp dropped onto her lectern. Sandry stood before the entire school in her black shoes, grey socks, pink panties, white bra and her striped tie.

"What is that?" Miss Beauchamp pointed at Sandry's panties, and the smiling cartoon princess adorning the front.

"It's Rapunzel, Miss. From the Disney film."

"You're eighteen years old, Smith, don't you think you're a bit old for Disney princess underwear?"

"I suppose so, Miss." Sandry held her hands over the panties, worried she would be made to take them off, as well.

"You can go and sit down now."

"Yes, Miss, thank you." Blushing bright red in the face, Sandry hurried back to her seat at the bench next to Robyn.

"That was a bit harsh." Robyn whispered, looking her half-naked friend up and down.