Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Perl/PJs
“… what would you think if a classmate came to school in their pajamas?” you asked the girl, deciding to go with a small punishment and trying to gauge which one would be best.
Perl frowned her face maturely, “That would be against the dress code, Sir.” she answered without hesitation, giving you a lingering strange look as though she didn’t know where this was going. Maybe she thought you were making some sort of analogy to her behavior and didn’t think it was an appropriate one, at the very least she didn’t seem to suspect your real intentions.
“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 utmost regard for the school rules, Sir,” she dryly answered.
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 in their pajamas?”
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 put effort into their studies, so I wouldn’t want to associate with them.”
“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 only a set of pajamas 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, then she 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 atone 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 your 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 a punishment for you. Also, 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 my pajamas tomorrow. 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 your own pajamas, you will have to wear an outfit approved by the school. I trust your pajamas are not in any way inappropriate, but I can’t go making exceptions on this matter. You will have an outfit assigned to you.” 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 front-zip pair of footie pajamas with a hoodie adorned with long floppy ears and a white cotton tail down on the butt just above the detachable flap meant for easy bathroom use when needed. While not a playboy bunny uniform, it should look good on the girl. When you turned back, the garment on your hands, you were pleased to find Perl looking at it with real concern in her eyes. Her mouth opened and closed like she caught herself just before speaking out of turn.
“We’ve used up 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 looked like she was really going to argue, but once more she swallowed her response and simply nodded. She extended her arm to grab the footie pajamas. For some reason, you were really enjoying her change in attitude. Even though on the surface she maintained herself as a submissive girl, keeping in line with this town’s expectations of how a girl should behave, there was still a fire and attitude beneath, like she was in control of the situation even when obediently taking orders. Now, however, that sense of control had clearly been beaten out of her and there was a genuine look of shame and real submission in every fiber of her body language.
You took the pajamas away from her, pulling them out of her reach. You were not willing to give her anything extra to cover herself before you could get a good look at her. “Get out of your clothes first,” you instruct her.
To your delight, she didn’t argue anymore. She simply started to fidget with the buttons of her blazer, getting it off and carefully folding it down on your desk. She then hesitated a bit, but finally decided to get out of her shoes and started to unbutton her skirt, letting it drop down her legs and again folding it neatly. With that, you could see her panties. They were 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 kept her legs tightly closed, so there was really nothing else you could see.
She finally unbuttoned her blouse, once more catching it and carefully folding it over the rest of her clothes. You were 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 stood there, a bit crouched over, trying to cover her underwear with a hand, while the other was again extended, asking for the pajamas.
You relented, handing the garment to her, and continued to enjoy the show as she starts getting dressed. She quickly put one leg in the intact leg of the pajamas and pulled it on with a bit of difficulty about the time she gets to her thigh. She then put her other foot into the slipper of the open-leg and, with a bit of difficulty, managed to work her arms into the sleeves. She then bent down and zipped up the open leg, then managed to pull the single long zipper up the front of her body, having a bit of trouble getting it up and over her breasts. It was clear that the outfit was a bit small for her. The arms were about an inch shorter than they should be, and while the zipper did manage to close, the material was tight against her body, leaving little to the imagination. Perl then fought a bit more with the backside of the pajamas, where the flop of cloth meant to allow for the use of the bathroom without taking off the entire outfit was hanging open, leaving the back of her panties on full display. She managed to get the snaps that hold it in position in place, but looking at the way the outfit rides up in the crotch area, you were made to wonder if she would even be able to pull down her panties from inside that tight outfit in order to urinate without soaking her panties and the suit in the process. At any rate, she was finally decent, and you could see a bit of mistiness in her eyes, as she was trying to hold back a tear.
You signaled for her to also pull up the hood, and took 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 fit Perl really made her figure stand 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,” answered Perl with a defeated tone.
“You will have to wear that the rest of the day and all of tomorrow,” you informed the girl as you wrote the report, “I’ll give back your uniform tomorrow after classes.”
You couldn’t see the face Perl made when you convey this information, but from her body language, it was clear the punishment was really getting to her. You finished writing up the report and handed 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 failed to devote her attention fully to the class in progress, to an extent that it was determined disciplinary actions were appropriate. While this is a fairly minor infraction, it was determined that she should be sent to the office of disciplinary actions for a punishment appropriate to her behavior.
For this infraction, the punishment that has been determined to be appropriate is as follows.
For the remainder of the day this punishment was issued, and continuing on until the end of classes the next day, Miss Accardi is to wear a set of pajamas that have been issued to her by the school, and her school uniform is to be confiscated until the time at which she exchanges her pajamas back for the return of her uniform. She is to wear the school issued pajamas at all times, including at home and to sleep until she has exchanged them back for her uniform, an exception made only for the occasion if she is to take a bath or a shower.
While dressed in the pajama outfit, Miss Accardi may not wear anything over her pajamas with the exception of her school bag and may not obscure it in any way except at night when she is sleeping under the covers of her bed. She must also attend all personal and extracurricular activities while wearing this outfit assigned to her by the school. On the occasion that the outfit is soiled in some manner, she will have to either continue to wear the outfit or appear before the Director of Disciplinary Actions and request a new outfit.
Perl read the note and gave you one last begging stare, again clearly shallowing whatever complaint was on the tip of her lips. You just smiled at her. It occurred to you once again that the pajamas she was wearing were too small on her, and you found it odd that she had not made mention of this to request a new pair already. For that matter, a somewhat more inappropriate thought also occurred to you in regards to whether or not she really wears her underwear to bed.
“Umm… Miss Accardi?,” you said, wondering a bit about this.
“Yes!” She responded, jumping and looking up at you with fear in her eyes.
“I think that outfit may be a little small on you. You know you could ask to exchange it for a larger one.”
“Umm… no, I think I’ll be Ok… Sir.” she said, looking away and folding an arm across her body, just under her breasts, in an attempt to conceal them as she nervously grabbed her other arm. It seemed the experience of having to change in front of you may have been a pretty big issue for her, she didn’t seem to want to go through it again even in order to get a larger outfit, despite the fact that this one simply could not be comfortable on her with how small it was and how much it clearly rode up in the crotch.