Washing the affected area

After what felt like an eternity, Anna opened up her eyes. The teacher was staring at the remains of the skirt in his hand.

"Okay," he said "We will deal with this in a moment. Anna, your safety is my immediate concern. The acid isn't particularly strong so won't do any permanent damage, but if it isn't washed off soon it could lead to a bad rash."

"It... it is burning." red-faced Anna said.

The teacher pointed at the sink at the side of the room. "Okay then. Grab a flannel, soak it with water and begin applying it to the affected area. I will... I will... I don't really know what I'm going to do."

Looking flustered, the teacher retreated to his desk and began fumbling through the drawers. Anna, with her hands still cupped over her exposed crotch, waddled awkwardly over to the sink under the collective stares of her snickering classmates. Her thighs were still burning slightly; it felt a little like sunburn, only worse. When she reached the sink she was **** to remove her hands to turn the tap and grab the flannel, but she kept her hips pressed against the counter so that nothing was revealed. Once the flannel was soaked, there was nothing for it but to take a step back and begin applying it to her crotch.

It felt so soothing that Anna let out an involuntary "Ooh, that feels soooo good."

"Bet that's not the first time she's fucked a washcloth." she heard somebody mutter behind her. This was followed by a chorus of giggles.

Trying her best to ignore them, she began working it up and down her legs until the last of the burning was taken away. If only the burning in her face could be removed so easily! Once she was finished, she wrung out the flannel into the sink. She let out a gasp as somebody gave her a slap on the behind. She gritted her teeth but refused to turn around to face her accuser. Another slap rang out! She looked over at the teacher for help, but he was still looking through his damn desk! She needed to protect her ass.

With no other option, she held the flannel to her bare crotch and turned around to face the girls.

"So, do you always go commando?" Bethany, a dark-haired girl, sneered.

"I had an accident this morning so I had to take them off." Anna admitted.

"Eww." Bethany said, staring at her shoes. "I thought that was mud."

"It is mud! That's what the accident was!"

"Now girls," Dianna, a blonde girl, said calmly. "Anna here has had a terrible day, and we should all be more supportive and caring for her."

"Uh... thanks." Anna replied.

"Oh, not a problem. However, I can see one slight problem. That dirty wet flannel is dripping all over your shoes!"

Before Anna could react, Dianna reached across and snatched the flannel straight out of her hands, briefly exposing her crotch to the class. She hurriedly covered up but the laughter was already ringing out.

"It's called waxing, darling." Dianna said with a sweet smile. "You really need to try it sometime."

"Okay girls!" the teacher said, returning to the group. He held in his hands a piece of paper. "Now, I've written on this note something that will help Anna and her situation. Before I give this to her, does anybody have any spare clothing - a gym kit or some workout clothes - that they can donate to her?"