Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Perl/PJs
“… what would you think if a classmate came wearing a pajama?” you asked the girl, deciding to go with a small punishment, and trying to gauge which one would be best.
Perl frowned her face in a mature way, “That would be against the dress code, Sir.” she answered without hesitation. If she found the question weird, she managed to hide it and give a perfect answer, she clearly had practice answering questions.
“Well, yes…” you admitted, taken aback by her confident answer, “but would you want to interact with such a classmate?”
“Of course not, Sir. I have the upmost regard for the school rules, Sir.”
This was not the direction you imagined for the conversation, “Forget the rules for a bit,” you started, “on a personal level, would you lose respect for a classmate if they were to come to class wearing a pajama?”
Perl blinked twice before answering, but that was all the sign she gave of uncertainty, “Yes, Sir, if someone cannot be bothered to dress up in the morning, I would not trust them to apply to their studies, so I wouldn’t want to hang up with them, Sir.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” you said, pleased to at last receive the answer you were expecting, “since your punishment will be to wear a pajama for a day.” you finished, smiling at her.
“Excuse me!… Sir?” she said, for once really thrown off-center, “but wouldn’t that be against the dress code, Sir?” she recovered her center quickly, holding to her knowledge of the school rules.
“Since this is a punishment, no.” you explained, “As you know your public image is very important, so I’m hoping this will teach you that your actions have far-reaching consequences.”
“I have to come to school wearing pajamas… for not paying attention in class?” she said, almost to herself, she then looked you directly in the eyes with intensity, “Sir, I don’t want to question you; but I feel this might not be the best action to make me made up for my mistake. If detention is not allowed, perhaps extra homework on the subject, or even increasing my hours helping other students might be a better—”
You raised you hand, and she immediately stopped, lowering her eyes and recovering her submissive attitude. “You are a bright girl, Perl,” you started, “so the fact that you’re trying to get out of this punishment tells me it will really stick with you,” you then continued with a serious tone, “I know you enjoy studying, so extra homework or tutoring your classmates cannot be considered punishment for you. I don’t like that you’re trying to influence me, young lady.”
You smiled when your words made Perl’s cheeks turned pink, she clearly didn’t like you catching on her game.
“What do you have to say now, Perl?” you continued, when she remained quiet, her eyes down.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” she started, “If that’s my punishment, I will come wearing pajamas. It wasn’t my place to try and change your decision, Sir. I’m really sorry.”
“Glad we agree on that,” you said with a smile. It was a weird feeling, but you felt like you had won a battle, taking the bright girl down a peg, so it was hard to stop smiling, “but you cannot bring you own pajamas, you’ll have to wear one approved by the school,” you expanded, getting up and opening your cabinet, the right side filled with a selection of special uniforms and pajamas of different sizes.
You quickly selected one of your favorites that might fit the girl. It was a full body, white and grey pajama with a hoodie with long floppy ears and a white cotton tail. While not a playboy bunny uniform, it should look good on the girl. When you turned back, the pajama on your hands, you’re pleased to find Perl looking at it with real worry on her eyes. Her mouth opened and closed, like she caught herself just before speaking out of turn.
“We’ve used enough time as it is, so you better get changed,” you said to her, signaling for her to stand. The girl obeyed and got up from the chair, looking around your office, perhaps searching for a place to change, until her eyes found your private bathroom door, “you have to change right here, that is also part of your punishment,” you explained before she even asks to use the bathroom.
Again her mouth opened, and it appeared she’s really going to argue; but once more she shallowed her response and simply nodded, extending her hand to grab the pajama. For some reason you were really enjoying her change in attitude. Even though on the surface she’s always been a submissive girl, now you can tell she’s really feeling ashamed.
You took the pajama away from her, not willing to give her extra clothing to cover herself before you get a good look at her, “Get out of your clothes first.” you instructed her.
To your delight she doesn’t argue anymore, but starts to fidget with the buttons of her blazer, getting it off and carefully folding it down on your desk. She then doubts a bit, but finally decides to get out of her shoes and starts to unbutton her skirt, letting it drop down her legs and again folding it neatly. With that you can see her panties. They are chaste white panties with a small decorative pink ribbon on the front, nothing exciting, except for belonging to a 14-year-old girl undressing in front of you. She keeps her legs tightly closed, so there is really nothing else you could see.
She finally unbuttons her blouse, once more catching it and carefully folding it over the rest of her clothes. You are delighted to see she’s already got a very nice pair of small breasts, covered by a simple white bra, their size could probably fit nicely in the palm of your hand. She stands there a bit crouched over, trying to cover her underwear with a hand, while the other is again extended, asking for the pajama.
You relent, handing the garment to her, and continue to enjoy the show as she starts getting dressed. She quickly puts her legs in the pajama and pulls it up, and after a bit of trouble manages to also get her arms into the upper body part, all the while giving you a nice show of her naked belly and bra. The pajama has a single zipper up front, going from the crotch to the neck, and Perl has a bit of trouble getting it up and over her breasts. It’s clear now that the pajama is a bit small for her. The legs and arms are about an inch shorter than they should, and while the zipper does manage to close, the pajama is tight against her body, leaving little to the imagination. Perl then fight a bit more with the backside of the pajama, where a flop of cloth lets her panties in display. Once she managed to button up the two holding it, she finally decent, and you can see in her eyes that she’s really fighting to hold in tear.
You signal for her to also pull up the hoody, and take a moment to admire the sexy bunny in front of you. While the pajama might have been an innocent disguise in a younger girl, the way it fits Perl it really makes her figure stands out.
“That wasn’t so bad, right?” you asked, sitting back, both to write up her report, and to allow your member more space to move.
“Yes, Sir.” answers Perl with a defeated tone.
“You will have to wear that the rest of the day and all of tomorrow,” you inform the girl as you write the report, “I’ll give back your uniform tomorrow after classes.”
You can’t see the face Perl does when you convey this information, but from her body language it’s clear the punishment is really getting to her. You finish to write up the report and hand it to her:
St. Andre Truitt Academe: Office of Disciplinary Actions.
This letter is in concerns to the parents and teachers of Perl Accardi. Today Miss Accardi was found not paying attention in class.
For the above reasons, the following action has been issued.
For the remainder of the day, as well as all of tomorrow, Miss Acardi will have to exchange her normal uniform with a pajama, so that both her classmates and teachers know of her fault.
Perl read the note and give you one last begging stare, again clearly shallowing whatever complaint was on the tip of her lips. You just smiled at her.
“I think that’s all for now. Please go back to class and don’t forget to bring back the note signed by your parents tomorrow.”
“Yes, Sir.” she answer without enthusiasm.
For a moment you wanted to say something else, but your mind found nothing. So you just nodded to the girl as you buzzed the secretary to let her out. At least you would have the pleasure to see her again tomorrow as you returned her clothes, but you were pretty certain that would be the last time such student would be in your office.