A lesson to remember

It was a Wednesday morning when I walked into form, shocked to not see anyone else in the form present. I immediately asked my teacher what was going on and this is the story she told me.

The previous day, everyone had walked into their history lesson and sat down. It was like any other day except about 15 minutes into the lesson when Mr Hardy closed all the curtains, doors and windows. Nobody dared to say anything, but as he turned the key in the lock they realised they should’ve. Willow and John were the first to say something. She laughed nervously, whilst he questioned sir on what was going on. Instead of answering Mr Hardy proceeded to remove his clothing until he only had his briefs on. Then he spoke, “I’ve been planning this for too long for any of you to ruin it. Listen to me when I say this, it is in your best interest to do as I say. Now, I need each and every one of you to undress and place your clothes in a pile in the corner you won’t be needing them anymore.”

Nobody moved for a moment, unsure on what to do and feeling equally as scared.

“I can tell you are all confused so I’ll answer the question obviously plaguing your thoughts. Place your underwear on my desk, I’ll keep those safe.”

Everyone sat in silence for a few moments before Mr Hardy had clearly had enough of their ignorance. “Fine, I see you aren’t taking me seriously.” He grabbed the first student he saw, which happened to be Anna. She began screaming and kicking trying to escape his grasp but it was futile. He grabbed one of the many pieces of rope he had in his drawer and tied her hand together before slapping her in the face. “You’re such a pretty girl, just cooperate would you.”

He undressed her piece by piece, pressing her underwear to his face, taking in it’s aroma before placing it in a Sainsburys bag he had.

“Now I want all of you to get undressed or I’ll do it myself. AND make sure to give me your underwear. I want each of you to hand it to me.”

By now all the students were aware that if they wanted to get out of this it was better to listen to what their teacher said. They all began to take their clothes off, very slowly to avoid embarrassment. Then one by one they handed their underwear to Mr Hardy who relished in smelling them until there was no scent left.

Licking his lips to prevent them from drooling, the teacher reached deep into his bag and pulled out a selection of maid and schoolgirl outfits.

“I’d like some of you to put these on.”