Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Perl/PJs/Panties
“No, this just won’t do,” you insisted to the embarrassed girl, “I’m sure your pajamas fit better, and it would be cruel of me to force you to wear something that’s clearly too small for you,” you insisted, getting up and opening the clothes cabinet once more, “get out of that one while I choose a better one,” you instructed.
Perl rubbed her eyes and with a defeated attitude began to pull down the zipper in the bunny pajamas. It was indeed too small, and she had even more trouble getting it down that she had pulling it up. Again you were attracted to her perfect bra-covered breasts, once she managed to pull her arms out of the constraining sleeves. She also had to fight to get her legs out, and she even stumble once, having to catch herself on your desk.
To your surprise, once she was freed from the garment, she then took the time to pull the arms and legs in the right position, straight out the zipper and put it back in the hanger you had left on your desk, before handing it to you ready to be returned to the cabinet.
“Here… here it is, Sir,” she said. Her expression continued to be downcast, and her cheeks were quite red, while her free hand tried to cover her bra and her crossed legs attempted to hide her crotch. Still, as you took the offering cloth, you couldn’t help but notice that her white panties now had what appeared to be a small wet spot in the middle. You wondered if the pressure of the pajamas on her crotch has excited her, or if it was just another show of her emotional turmoil.
“I think this one should fit you better,” you answered, selecting the first pajamas next to the bunny one, since you have spend the time watching Perl instead of selecting another one.
The selected pajamas represented an ginger and white cat, just like the bunny one it had a single zipper on the front and a detachable flap on the back for easy bathroom access, as well as a long orange tail and a hoodie with cute cat ears. You were about to hand it to Perl, but seeing her standing there in her undies gave you an idea.
“Just a moment,” you said, taking the suit away from her hand an instant before she could grasp it. You could see her eyes turning hard in that moment, and it was clear that anger overcame both her shame and composure, as a snarl escaped her lips, just to be silenced by her own will almost instantly, “do you wear your underwear to bed, Perl?”
Perl looked at you for a while, you could almost feel her shame and anger battling inside her, along with her ingrained education to be respectful and obedient. “N… no, Sir. Only my… panties, I mean,” she answered, probably already guessing where you wanted to take this.
“I’m guessing your pajamas are not in this style, right?” you pressed again, holding the cat footies for her.
“No, Sir. I have… normal pajamas,” she answered, and you could see her cheeks gaining color once more, her anger extinguished by her upbringing and shame.
“Well, these pajamas are made to be worn without any underwear, otherwise you could have an accident when using the bathroom,” you said, pointing to the flap on the back of the garment, “so please remove your bra and panties so you can wear it as intended,” you finished with a smile.
“Sir!” she exclaimed, real fear in her eyes now, “please…!” her eyes moved about, her brain fighting to come up with a solution to this problem, “that’s not…” she paused, looking at you, gauging your reaction, “at least let me…”, she was looking at the bathroom door, but you just denied that with a head movement, your face rigid, “could you at least turn around?” she finally asked in a pleading tone.
You pressed your lips together, Perl really seemed ready to start crying, and you didn’t want Mrs. Varano to storm in if she bawled out, “Fine!” you said in a hard tone, “but don’t expect any more concessions if you find yourself back in my office. Understood, young lady?” you said, while turning around, the cat pajamas still in your hands.
“Yes Sir!, thank you Sir,” you heard from behind you, in a clearly relieved tone.
“Make haste now, we can’t waste any more time,” you added, tapping the floor with a foot, while you hear movement behind you.
“S… sir? can you… hand me the—”
“Done already?” you interrupted her, turning around with the cat pajamas in your hand, giving it to Perl without question, but also getting a full view of the naked teenager. Your eyes stopped on her breast first, they were as cute and perky as you imagined, just the right size for squeezing them in your hands, and you could see the nipples were up and ready to be sucked up. Trying to suppress your smile, you switched focus to her crotch, with her standing with her legs tightly closed you could not see much, other than a line dividing her mons, and perhaps the beginning of a dark fuzz right on top, “then put it on so you can be on your way.”
Perl quickly took the garment from your hand and turned around, trying to get into it as quickly as possible, giving you a very nice look at her buttocks while she did so. She had a very nice ass, her hips were already defined, and gave her a clear womanly figure, no wonder she was one of the main cheerleaders of the school. As perl bent down to try and fit her legs in the pajama, you were also presented with the beautiful sight of her mons peeking from behind her, her vulva opened due to her position, and you could swear it was glistering with fluid. The spectacle lasted only a moment, as soon Perl managed to fit both legs and stood up, focusing of fitting her arms. You heard her sight from relief, probably thinking she was at least covered from your eyes, but she had clearly forgotten the flap on the back, which continued to give you an unobstructed view of her nice buttocks. While you have never been especially attracted to backsides, having them on display awakened the need to just squeeze them, or even slap them, you could imagine how soft and plump they could feel in your hands, or around your cock.
It was until the zipper was up and Perl covered her head with the hoodie that she noticed her exposed backside. Again she turned, facing you, to finish securing the flap in place. Her face was very red, and she was breathing hard, much more than the light exercise of dressing would suggest. You noticed her eyes darted to your own crotch, where your member was fighting to be set free, before quickly lowering her gaze and trying to recover her submissive attitude.
“Good,” you said, looking at her in the new pajamas, this one was a better fit for her. Still a bit on the small size, but it didn’t ride up her crotch or stick to her as a second skin. She really looked cute in it, and amazingly enough her figure still was easier to discern than in her usual uniform, “you can go back to class now,” you informed her, handing her the note, “I’ll expect you here tomorrow right after your last class.” You sat on your chair and sighed at the cute girl in front of you, “You are a bright girl, Perl. Use this opportunity to learn, I really don’t want to see you again in my office.” you said honestly to her. She wasn’t a troublemaker, she just had the misfortune of being born in this town.
“Thank you, Sir. I will… I’ll try… I won’t disappoint you… Sir.” she gave you another respectful greeting, and walked out when Mrs. Varano opened the door.
Only then did you noticed her clothes carefully folded on your desk, and for an instant you suspected she had played you, since you could not see her bra or panties. Turns out she had taken the time to carefully fold them and hid them in the middle of her clothes, probably trying to hide them from sight even then. Well, you had a boner and no further appointments, so you unfolded her white panties while fishing your member out. You were pretty surprised to find that the crotch of the panties was already quite wet, and even more surprised when a quick sniff confirmed it was not pee. You had some trouble reconciling the obedient and studious girl with one that would get excited in such a circumstance, it was clear you really didn’t know Perl, but for now you had to make sure her panties were kept warm and wet for her tomorrow.