School's Out

I nod.

'You look like her.' I laughed but didn't like the comparison. I wanted to be like sexy Donna the school slut who spent more time in the bike sheds than class, not swotty Katherine who spent every free moment in the library.

I smirked and tried to dismiss his comment but there was something about his stare that unnerved me.

'Show me your costume?' I say. 'What did you buy?'

He beams proudly and as I made us coffee he disappeared upstairs. Moments later I hear a cough behind me. What I saw came as a complete surprise. Framed in the doorway stood Steve not in schoolboy shorts, shirt and blazer but in stern long black trousers, with a swirling black masters' cape and an authentic mortarboard complete with tassel. He was dressed as black as a bat and almost as frightening.

'Late for school again, missy,' he booms and to my horror he pulls a long swishy wooden cane from behind his back like a magician. There was a flash of anger in his eyes.

I laugh. Steve always liked to play the joker but dressed as the quite, submissive schoolgirl I found his stance quite intimidating.

I stop and pull on my socks nervously. 'LAUGH!' he bellows, 'you may well laugh. Your work is sloppy, your attitude disrespectful and your attendance record appalling.' He looks me up and down like a sergeant inspecting his troops and walks around me prodding me hard with his cane disapprovingly.

'You must be mistaken Sir,' I say performing a curtsy with a smirk splashed on my face.

'What? Are you doubting me girl?'

I shake my head and attempt to look as innocent as possible. I giggle girlishly and feel myself blush as he deliberately catches the hem of my skirt with his long cane and slowly hikes it upwards. I stood frozen to the spot as inch by inch my skirt reveals my milky white thighs.

'...And your attention to uniform is sadly lacking.'

I giggle again and attempt to join in the masquerade. 'But... but... Sir my pretty tunic is neat and pressed, my delicate blouse crisp and white.