Sunday Dress

Sister Judy smiled to herself when she looked down at her bottom drawer. A couple months earlier she had found an old Sunday dress in one of her lost and found boxes. There was no doubt why they had lost it. No girl her age would want to be caught dead in it. It was a babyish pink color with short puffy sleeves and a white lace collar with pink weave all through it. The skirting was short and would end rather far above the knee.

April was thin yes but she was one of the taller girls in class. Sister Judy wondered just how it would fit on her tall lanky frame.

"Yes I have just the thing...Please remove your shoes and socks." Sister Judy instructed

April was horrified she had no idea what was to come next but she began to plead with her teacher. "Please Sister Judy I'm begging you.. I'll never do something like that again... I promise I've learned my lesson please."

But there was no turning back for Sister Judy as the pleading only brought about that exiting tingle she had been craving all this time.

"Oh believe me after today you certainly will learn your lesson. Now hurry up and get those shoes and socks off and bring them up here."

Amongst some quiet giggles April took of her socks and shoes and made her way barefoot to her teachers desk.

To April's utter horror Sister Judith began to carefully unfold the dress before presenting it to her and the class. She presented both sides eliciting more giggling from the class.

"Do you know what shame clothing is April?" As she alternated displaying the dress from different sides. She took April's socks and shoes and put them into the still open drawer where the dress came from.

April was starting to shake with nervousness. "Please Sister I can't something else please. Not this.." Sister Judith ignored her pleading and asked the question again.

"Answer the question April. What is do you think 'shame clothing' is?"

April fidgeted nervously." Clothing that would...shame someone..."

"That is exactly right April an I am sure when you wear this in front of your classmates you will feel an **** sense of shame."

Sister Judith Pushed the dress closer to April's body secretly sizing it up on the girls lanky frame.

"Here you are April. I want you to go back into the cloakroom get out of your clothes and change into this." She ordered.

But April was too mortified too even move she felt frozen into place. But Sister Judith knew just how snap her out it. With just the right amount of **** she slapped the girl clear across her stunned face. This elicited a few tears building up in her big brown eyes.

April needed no further persuasion as she reluctantly took possession of the dress and began heading for the cloakroom.