hmmm

"Jenny, why did you just do that?" asked John. Jenny snorted and pulled her skirt back down. She looked a bit scared but regained her composure. "Just um...figured a loser like you might like to see what they looked like on something other than a model in a catalogue!"

John thought for a moment. "Show them to me again." Jenny pulled her skirt up again. She blushed again and quickly pulled her skirt back down after showing John a glimpse of her panties.

"You are so lucky, loser!" she said, but with a tremor of fear in her voice.

"She's doing whatever I say!" thought John, still astonished.

"Jenny, go up to the front of the class and moon everyone."

Jenny sat upright then stood up. She walked stiffly to the front of the class as if her legs were moving on their own against her will. Mr. Wooderster stopped his lecture as he say Jenny approach. "What is the meaning of this?" he asked.

Not saying a word, but shaking slightly, Jenny stopped, hiked her skirt up past her waist, bent over then pulled her panties down. She mooned the class for only a second before pulling her panties up and running for the door as the class laughed or applauded and Mr. Woodster started for the buzzer to call the office for a referral.

John smiled. This was going to be a wonderful day.