story and illustrations by Mat
poems by Ashley

Amanda had just put her books in her locker at the end of the school day when from behind her Miss Hunter, the social studies teacher, said, “Amanda, what do you think you’re wearing?”

“Um, clothes?” said Amanda, turning around.

“You know the regulations,” Miss Hunter continued. “Skirts may be no more than six inches above the knee.”

Amanda glared at Miss Hunter.

Miss Hunter glared back.

“It a stupid rule,” Amanda said. “What if you have high knees?”

Miss Hunter shook her head.

“Anyway I’m wearing matching panties. You can’t see my puss. See?” Amanda lifted her skirt.

Miss Hunter shook her head. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to go to detention.”

“This is so stupid,” Amanda said. “So you’re saying it’s because of my skirt?”

Miss Hunter frowned.

“Here,” said Amanda, stepping out of her skirt and handing it to Miss Hunter. “Give the skirt detention.”

Miss Hunter escorted Amanda to the windowless library annex where boring old books that could no longer be taught were stored. “One hour,” Miss Hunter ordered. “And when you come out you’ll need to show me a one-page paper on the importance of proper attire.”

There weren’t even any tables or chairs. Amanda sat on the floor and texted her friend Ashley. She explained the situation. “I don’t even have a paper or pen,” Amanda texted. “What am I supposed to do, scratch the words on my skin with blood? Can you write me something? Please, please, please!”

From the floor, Amanda stared up at the shelves of abandoned books. “Poor things, unloved, unwanted, just like me,” she mused. “I should read one, just to be kind.” She grimaced. “Well, it’s the thought that counts.” She glanced glumly down at the carpet, darkened with wear but not at all threadbare. “Is that a contradiction?” she asked herself. The carpet had an interesting pattern. Something about the shapes and swirls made Amanda think of sex. In some elusive but ineluctable way, Amanda’s masturbation mimicked the design.

Three splendid orgasms later, Amanda was satisfied. Some of her cum seep had stained the carpet, but she didn’t think anyone would notice. She took a deep breath. Now if only Ashley would come through.

The hour was almost up. Amanda texted Ashley. “Are you going to be able to do the paper? My time is almost up.”

Ashley: I sent it. Didn’t you get it?

Amanda: No. Text or email?

Ashley: You said you needed it on paper so I sent it to the printer.

Amanda: What printer? There’s no printer here.

Ashley: Sure there is. By the library reference desk.

Amanda: I’m not in the library. I’m in the library annex.

Ashley: Oh. Oh oh. Shit.

The Importance of Proper Attire

High school is the primary social scene
Where young girls may present and be seen.
So, it is important
That a girl’s intent
Be somewhere between prudish and obscene.

It is often said that clothes make the man.
And that may be easy to understand.
But it’s much more complex
For the opposite sex.
Girls must dress as nature will demand!

Her attire must show a boy how she is slim
With sexy curves that are bound to attract him.
Her clothes choice is sexual,
Never intellectual.
It’s not her brain she thinks with; It’s her quim.

So, that is why girls’ clothing must be
From head-to-toe alluring and sexy.
Every girl, prude or slut,
Wants guys to notice her butt.
As well as her perky boobs and pussy.

Let’s face it. Most boys are dumb and lazy,
And must be drawn to what they can’t easily see.
Therefore, a girl’s attire
Must kindle his lust’s fire.
Also, short skirts make access to pussy easy.

And that is why it’s quite proper for me to wear
Tight blouses, skimpy skirts and underwear.
I’ll even go commando
To let every boy know,
My bald pussy is a welcome mat with no hair.