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bigger waste of time. Quick reminder, that’s all it takes. Short, sharp, shock.’
    Susie wondered what she’d agreed to.
    â€˜Lift your skirt up.’
    She thought her eyes might pop out of her head; deep down she’d been expecting something like this, but the sudden bluntness of the command was a shock.
    Miss Piggy was watching closely, and Susie did as she was told, gripping the hem in each hand and lifting the skirt a few inches, exposing her thighs.
    Miss Piggy nodded. ‘Properly,’ she said firmly. ‘Right up.’
    Susie took a deep breath and raised her hands some more, bunching the pleated black material around her waist, exposing her slim thighs and the vivid slash of white cotton that dipped between them in a neat V.
    Miss Piggy swallowed, twice, apparently finding it difficult. Her voice was harsher, almost hoarse, when she spoke again.
    â€˜Over the desk,’ she instructed, nodding towards the row of desks across the front of the classroom. ‘Bend over the desk.’
    Bend over? Susie must have looked blank. Certainly she felt blank, and more than a little confused. Deep down she’d suspected Miss Piggy wanted to grope her like she had in the changing rooms, and she’d been prepared for that to happen. If she was honest, she’d been mildly curious. But bend over? That could only mean...
    Her heart jumped again as she realised what Miss Piggy had in mind. Fear made her body react in its usual way, and she felt herself getting wet again. Her knickers were already damp, she knew, and this would only make it more obvious. She really didn’t want to bend over and let Miss Piggy see her like that. But the mistress pointed sternly at the nearest desk and looked Susie in the eye. ‘Across that one, please,’ she said, her voice thick and heavy.
    Slowly, reluctantly, Susie turned her back on Miss Piggy and shuffled the few feet to the front row of desks, feeling self-conscious and exposed with her skirt hiked up around her waist. She stopped in front of the desk, still wondering how to get out of this, but not finding an answer.
    The chair scraped noisily as Miss Piggy stood up; two strides and Susie could sense the heavy bulk behind her. A large hand pressed gently but irresistibly between her shoulder-blades, bending her forward. Instinctively she bent her knees as well, as if about to crouch, but a light tap across her thighs made her stop and look down. Miss Piggy was holding a thin bamboo switch in one hand, and she was tapping it across the front of Susie’s thighs as she pushed into her back with the other hand. Her intention was clear, and Susie obediently straightened her legs so she was bending forward from the waist in a pose that thrust her bottom back and up.
    â€˜You may hold on to the desk.’ Miss Piggy’s voice was low and sibilant, and she was breathing through her nose.
    Susie let go of her skirt, but it didn’t fall now she was bent over. The desktop was uncomfortable as she rested her forearms on it, fingers curled over the lip, trying not to think of what she looked like to Miss Piggy, standing close behind her with a perfect view of her bottom and the white knickers stretched across its smooth curves.
    â€˜Feet apart.’
    She shuffled them an inch or two.
    â€˜Further... And again.’ The bamboo switch rattled from side to side between her knees until they were planted a couple of feet apart. She knew the posture had tensed the cheeks of her bottom, and separated them too. She’d looked at herself in the mirror often enough, as she knelt on the bed copying the poses of the girls she saw in the Sunday papers, and she was well aware that in this position there was a prominent swelling between her thighs, a very sexy swelling, where the white of her panties was pulled taut across her opening. She was also aware that when her body had responded to the excitement of the pose, she’d been able to watch the