Chapter 3: The Girls Blackmail miss Brown

Biology was not an easy subject to teach, the subject was complex, and the pupils were only interested when it had to do with the reproductive cycles of animals, or humans. Today was even harder to teach. This was Miss Brown's first lesson since the events in the girl's toilet, worse still; the three girls who had just stood there and watched her, were in this class.

Lisa, Alison, and Jennifer watched her enter, no-one else was there, at least it seemed that way, in fact a class of 34 were chatting away, totally unaware of the teachers entrance. Sarah moved slowly across the room towards her desk, her head lowered and eyes fixed firmly to the ground. Jennifer, Alison, and Lisa watched her cross the room, they saw no-one else, only Miss Brown.

Sarah had decided she could not give up her career because of this unfortunate incident. She would just speak to the girls after the lesson and try to explain that she hadn't been feeling herself, and at the end of the day, if they were unreasonable, it was there word against hers and who's going to believe three known trouble causers?

The three girls had also been talking. After the events the day before, catching both Miss Brown and Tom masturbating, they were all ready for some extra curricular activities. They'd also come to the realisation that they didn't really have much on Miss Brown and the only way they could really incriminate her and get good grades was to get more evidence.

The lesson went very slowly; the vascular system of a frog was not deeply enthralling; Miss Brown taught the pupils, the pupils learned what they wanted, the three girls stared. As the subject of next weeks lesson and the question of who was squeamish at the thought of dissecting a frog reverberated round the room, it was instantly shattered by the loud ringing tone of the school bell. The classroom became a hive of activity, the pupils packed there books away and began to make there way out of the room and back down the hall. "Jennifer, Lisa, Alison; can I speak to you for a moment please". Sarah's voice was stern and strong, a teacher with authority and purpose.

The three girls stood at the side of her desk waiting; they waited until everyone had left the room, the silence momentarily broken by the sound of the door automatically shutting on its squeaky hinges.

"I wanted to speak to you about yesterday, now I know you might have seen something that's, well, private; but the point is, it was private and an accident that you saw what you did". The girls stayed silent, they looked at each other and then again at Miss Brown. "So I hope you don't think your remarks Jennifer were anything to laugh about or anything by which you will get better grades, in fact", she stopped talking in mid stride; she was staring at Lisa who was raising her skirt, not just casually, but obviously, with definite purpose; she had both hands on the front of the knee length pleated blue skirt and was pulling it up, passed her thighs, and on to her mid-section. Miss Brown, sat in her chair just stared, mouth still open, looking at this girl wearing a pair of black thong knickers; her black thong knickers. "Recognise these Miss Brown?"

Miss Brown stood up and stepped forward, "Give me those back right now young lady", "Oh yeah, and who going to make me?" Lisa dropped her skirt back down. "You see it's like this Miss Brown, you want your knickers back and for us to say nothin' and we want better grade results. But, you can have them back, on one condition". Sarah, waited for the condition, but none came. "WHAT" she said with resentment, "What, do, you, want". Jennifer looked at Miss Brown square in the eyes, "I, want, you, to, get, them, back, yourself; slowly". Lisa brushed passed her bringing her back to her senses, she sat down in Miss Browns chair, slumped, spread her legs slightly, and waited.

The three girls had made many plans the night before; they new they didn't really have much on the teacher, so they would use what they had to get more on her. Alison had "borrowed" her brothers digital camera, and so they tried to figure out how they could get Miss Brown in a compromising potion. It was Lisa that suggested wearing her knickers and getting her to take them off her, in fact all they would need is a picture of Miss Brown touching her under her skirt to have enough to get grade passes all year.

"All you have to do to get your knickers back is to take them, slowly, so we can watch your face; that's it, and we won't have your knickers anymore, and nothing to use against you; we just want to see you humiliated a bit; or of course we could just go explain it all the school board?". Sarah thought, this was stupid, they didn't really have much on her at all, but then again, her knickers would collaborate there story enough to put doubt in people minds. All she had to do was suffer the humiliation of taking them back for the amusement of the girls and then she could get back to teaching life; maybe change schools, or at least take a break. Her train of though was jolted back to reality by a "Well?" in her ear. Jennifer was pointing at Lisa, who had now pulled all her skirt up above her waist and was slouched in her chair, her legs parted and the black thong barely covering the girls private parts. "Okay, I'll do it", "What?" said Jennifer. "I'll do it, okay" Sarah barked back. "Oh goodie Miss Brown, now get on your knees between her legs and take them back, but do it slowly or we run off with them and tell all".

Sarah stood between the girls legs facing her, slowly she kneeled down. Lisa looked her in the eyes, "come on then, you want them back don't you?". Sarah moved her arms out in front of her, guiding them towards the sides of the black knickers, slowly, she hooked her index fingers in the material trying desperately not to touch the girl. The world was now blocked out, all she wanted to do was get this over and done with and get on with her life. Alison on the other hand wanted her to take her time; she had the camera in her hands, and from the side, just behind Jennifer, was taking silent picture, after silent picture of Miss Brown touching a pupil; the worst possible crime for a teacher.