The thing I like so much about today’s girl is the same thing I have been enjoying in my classmates who have been serious about playing the game, and that’s the zero-length dresses and skirts we’ve been wearing.  As I might have mentioned once or twice so far, a girl’s anatomy is such that a skirt that exactly covers her pussy will also exactly cover her asshole, leaving the cutest part of her cheeks visible, as in today’s picture.  So, as today’s picture illustrates, a girl can be fully covered from the front, and still be less than fully covered from her pretty little backside.

The lesson I get from this is that everything is relative.  A short dress is sexy, and a long dress is less sexy.  A short dress might not fully cover my pussy or my asshole, but even a long dress might leave those areas uncovered from some angles.  The important thing is not to worry.  People understand that a girl takes a risk in a short skirt, and so they cut her a break if she happens to accidentally show off more of her pretty little body than she intended to, just as today’s pretty girl is doing.

Boxing Glove Punishment

Now, as I promised on Friday, I will tell a few stories that happened in some of my other classes.  This one happened in my science class.  I’m all alone in science.  By that, I mean I’m the only girl from my homeroom / health class who is also in my science class, and our homeroom is the only one playing this particular sexy game.  So often, I’m the only girl in science wearing a short dress and no panties.  I feel like I’m sort of “on display” or something.  It’s hard to describe, but I’ll try.  When I raise my hand in class, sometimes I’ll look down at my lap, and notice it’s completely bare.  Or if the teacher calls me to the front of the class to write on the board, I have to always remember to keep my legs together and my cheeks clenched, just to be decent.

That’s why it was so nice to see the spotlight on another girl for a change.  She had been given the boxing glove punishment.  She was wearing clothes that to me seemed like a luxury — blue jeans and a cute red-checkered shirt tied rather than buttoned closed.  This wasn’t at all unusual, of course.  But what was unusual is that she was also wearing boxing gloves, which were tied down, so she couldn’t get out of them.  Apparently, she had made some horrible mistake in her previous class, so she was given the gloves as a punishment.

Our science teacher seemed familiar with the punishment, but many of us weren’t, including me.  So he asked the girl to come to the front of the room and explain the punishment to the class.  She was very shy, and blushed easily.  She explained that the gloves were put on her, and then she was forced to drink half a gallon of water.  There was silence in the classroom, which lasted for a long time, half a minute maybe.  The teacher asked the class if we had any questions.  No one did.  The girl asked if she could sit down, and he said yes.

It wasn’t more than a minute later, then a boxing-gloved hand waved in the air.  The teacher raised an eyebrow.  “May I use the rest room?” she asked.

“Will you need some help?” asked the teacher.

“Yes,” said the girl, timidly.

“Well, my policy is never to allow more than one person out of the classroom at a time.”

She crossed and uncrossed her legs.  She seemed to be in some discomfort.

“Will you need help getting out of your pants?” he asked, kindly.

“Yes,” she said again, this time a little less timidly and a little more urgently.

“I’ll help you,” he offered.  “Raise your arms.”

She did as she was told.  He unbuckled her jeans, and started to pull them down when the poor girl lost control of her bladder.  The teacher stopped, and gave her time to finish peeing in her pants.  “Do you still have to go?” he asked.

She nodded.

“OK, then, would you like me to take off your pants?”

She nodded again, and started to cry.  The teacher took off her pants, and then without asking her, removed her wet thong as well.  She was completely shaved.

Still crying, she left the classroom, and was gone for at least fifteen minutes before returning.  I had no idea what this pretty, bottomless girl had been doing for the past fifteen minutes — maybe sitting in the bathroom, crying.  But when she came back, she didn’t look at anyone, or even look for her wet clothes.  (They were long gone anyway — I’ll spare you the details.)  She just sat her pretty naked butt down in her seat, and tried her best to fade into the woodwork.

I felt sorry for the girl, even though she may have deserved to be punished.

Speaking of punishments, there was one other interesting punishment this week, which I’ll tell you about tomorrow.

Today’s pretty girl may have forgotten to shave, but she remembered the perfect length skirt to wear!