Amanda

[Dogbert]

Amanda was so excited she’d just received a Nikon digital camera off her rich uncle for her birthday, she couldn’t wait to start to use it so she plugged it in to charge the battery whilst setting it up on a tripod facing out through her bedroom window.
When she looked at the rear viewing screen she was rewarded with a rich picture of the road on her quiet housing estate disappearing into the distance. She left the camera on charge for the night thinking that it’d ready for use for the whole of the next day which happened to be a Saturday.
In the night there was some sort of commotion in the street and she noticed that there was an ambulance outside of her house, she asked her concerned mother what had happened, her mother replied that someone had hit and run an old neighbour who was now in a bad condition.
As the emergency services finally left Amanda returned to her bedroom, just as she was about to get back into bed she noticed that the camera had been filming all night.
She sped through the film until it came to the incident – the viewer showed a car weaving around the bend all over the road and then showed the same car mounting the curb and hitting old Mrs Tattler putting her rubbish into the bin on her drive, the car stopped and the driver got out, the driver a middle-aged woman was having trouble standing up she was that drunk, Amanda then froze the film and zoomed in on the woman and couldn’t believe what she saw – it was Ms Cumberland a teacher from her school, in fact a teacher that taught her mathematics. Ms Cumberland then shakily got back into her car and drove away as fast as possible, disappearing into the dark night.
Amanda went back to bed and thought long and hard what to do with the evidence; -

1. Give it to the police and let justice take its course.
2. Delete the footage
3. Use the film for her own enrichment.

Now, Amanda being a bit of a rebel, decided that options 1 and 2 were a little boring for her liking but option 3 had a sea of possibilities – she went for 3, it was never in doubt. Amanda realised that due to the seriousness of the incident, she could get Ms Cumberland do anything she wanted because the alternative was almost certainly going to be a lot of jail time.
A couple of weeks later, when things had calmed down with Mrs Tattler still in the ICU but showing no signs of recovering Amanda anonymously contacted Ms Cumberland by text on a burner phone.
“I have film of your collision with the old lady and unless you want to go to prison for a long time turn up for school tomorrow wearing white sneakers with black socks to show you agree to our new deal, don’t ever text back, I won’t read it plus it will anger me”
Sure enough Ms Cumberland walked into the class in the aforesaid attire.
Amanda’s heart raced, she had the strict middle aged Ms Cumberland exactly where she wanted her. Amanda, hidden by her school bag typed “Very good, now to show your new obedience, take off you socks and shoes”. Ms Cumberland’s eyes scoured the room for any sign of the person texting, but with a class of around 25 pupils it was difficult to tell.
She took her shoes and socks off as slyly as she could until she was sat at her desk barefoot.
“Now take off your panties, don’t argue, protest or otherwise waste time as what you’re doing here is far better than you going to prison” Ms Cumberland looked around the room with pleading eyes but no-one was even looking at her. “NOW” came a quick follow up text.
Ms Cumberland, with eyes very watery put her hands up her skirt as discretely as possible, lifted her bottom off the chair and started slowly working her panties down her legs, she pulled them off her feet and quickly stuffed them into her handbag.
“Bravo, Ms Cumberland, now I want you to a walk around the classroom pretending to look at everyone’s work, once you get to the back of the class I want you to roll the waistband of your skirt one complete turn, then slowly make your way back to your seat”.
The teacher did as was told but now instead of her skirt being an inch above her knees, it was a little less comfortable two inches above, especially as now she was pantie-less.
As Ms Cumberland sat down, the phone vibrated again “Do the same again”
Ms Cumberland got back up slowly walked around the pupils, went to the back of the class and rolled the waistband one further turn, then headed back to her chair, not going too fast for fear of upsetting her tormentor.
Ten minutes went by then the next text arrived “Do the same again but this time do 2 rolls”. Ms Cumberland was starting to panic as each roll wasn’t just an inch anymore due to the ever enlarging diameter of each fold.
Each walk was a bigger walk of shame than the previous and this one was about to have her skirt 6 inches above her knees.
She did as she was told and hoped the loose blouse she was wearing covered her expanding waistline, then did the all too familiar walk of shame back to her seat.
Another text arrived “I can make you do anything I like because whatever I suggest has still got to be better than going to prison, I may make you masturbate naked in front of the whole class or I may leave you naked in the toilets, it’s all on my whim of the moment, now go to the back of the class and roll your skirt until the hem is level with the bottom of your pussy”.
Ms Cumberland’s heart skipped a beat but realised that there was no nice alternative, she went to the rear of the class, rolled her skirt and slowly walked back to her seat, on the way she heard gasps as the class had finally realised that the bottom of her knicker-less ass was now on view to everyone in the room.
She sat down, her face burning but thankful that the desk vanity board hid her most intimate parts from all the pupils’ eager view.
“Meet me in the top floor washrooms after class, it’ll be quieter up there, and believe me that’s want you’ll want”.