The Panty Inspector

by MargaretSexyMum

With special thanks to my friend Anne Mom for providing the initial inspiration for this story.

"Now Miss Jones" the Mother Superior says to me "we have very high dress standards here at Mary Magdalene Catholic School for Girls. We may be a small school but we demand high standards from our students. I believe that during their formative years young girls must learn the importance of discipline, obedience, and piety. These impressionable little girls are entrusted to us by their parents to provide the with and education and to turn them into proper young ladies. This is a responsibility I, and all the staff of this school, take very seriously."

"The dress code is an important element of this, teaching the girls about the importance of observing strict rules and being aware of their appearance. The school handbook clearly states all girls must wear plaid pleated skirts of a length no shorter than three inches above the knee. They must also wear a plain white blouse, white knee-high socks and black shoes. Underwear to be worn is also prescribed in the code. White cotton underpants for all girls and for those girls 12 years and older a matching training bra. We do not encourage our girls to wear colourful undergarments because I believe our girls need to acknowledge and respect their virginal purity and not give in to many of the unseemly habits, such as inappropriate undergarments, that many young ladies seem to follow these days."

"However it has come to my attention that while the girls are very careful to adhere to the rules with regards to their outerwear they have not been as diligent with their choice of undergarments. They have worked out that they can conceal their rebellious natures because no one was able to see beneath their uniforms. Only last week one of the senior girls fell over in the schoolyard. Sister Gertrude was shocked to see that the naughty minx was wearing a pair of bright pink ... I believe they are called thong panties. The sister was shocked by this girl's wanton display and has had to be put on stress leave."

"This situation cannot continue Miss Jones so I decided we needed to employ a uniform mistress to check the girls compliance with the rules each morning. This is the position I hope you will be able to fill. Some of the more cheeky girls have already started to refer colloquially to the role as the 'Panty Inspector'.

"I, of course, do not wish to trivialise this position with such appellations. Our parents send their girls here to be taught to be prim and proper young ladies, meeting the highest standards of feminine decorum. Now you come recommended to us as a pious young lady. I understand you spent some time in the convent as a novice. I am sorry you didn't continue your calling to serve the Order but perhaps God has chosen you for this role."

"I hope so Mother Superior. I would love to serve the school and help guide the girls down the right path. I am 21 years old and looking to start a career helping the Church. I admit I did not have the commitment to take my vows but I was once a student at this very school and wish now to serve you and the Sisters in any capacity to try and repay some of the kindness I received here."

"I am glad to hear you say that Miss Jones, I hope you can devote yourself to your new role in a way you could not devote yourself to your calling. Now I will explain what you must do in this role. We only have around 50 girls at our school, they are aged from 5 yrs to 15 yrs. We are a small and exclusive school, with only girls from the most respectable families. Each day after morning prayers the girls will be led into a room alongside the chapel. The girls will be required to lift their skirts to their waists and you will inspect their undergarments. The older girls will also be required to unbutton their blouses to allow you to examine their bras. In addition to checking the material you will need check the style of underwear. The underpants should not be too skimpy, the cheeks of the buttocks should be covered and the underwear should not be too tight. If they are too tight the girls private parts may be unnecessarily stimulated leading to impure thoughts."

I nod solemnly "I understand Mother Superior and will preform my duties diligently" I assure her.

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I arrive early on the first day of school with butterflies in my tummy knowing that I really need this job and intending to fulfil my unusual duties in the best way that I can. I sit in the chapel for the morning prayers looking over at the girls who I will soon be inspecting in an intimate way. I feel beads of sweat forming on my upper lip. The butterflies in my tummy have moved lower and I feel myself blushing as I sit before the alter as one of the nun's leads prayers. I am aware of a dampness settling in my own white underwear.

As the service finishes I move to the small room beside the chapel and sit on a small stool. The room is hot and stuffy and I can feel myself perspiring, a trickle of sweat running down my cleavage and my underarms getting clammy.

As the girls file into the room I try and avoid eye contact to hide my embarrassment. Six senior girls come first and stand a few feet away from me. "Can you please raise your skirts girls" I instruct them in a formal tone. They boldly and with no hesitation raise their dresses above their hips. I see that all of them have on the regulation white cotton underpants. "Now turn around please" I command, my voice catching as they all turn around and I am confronted with six perfect 15 yr old panty covered derrieres. I repeat the process with the other girls, the last group being the adorable 5 yr olds. So sweet and innocent as they show off their cute white underpants. I notice that Mother Superior had come into the room at some point and was watching me closely.

After I finish the morning inspection she calls me to her office and firmly tells me that while my first time was acceptable, I really need to be more diligent, examining each girl individually. I really think you need to get closer to the girls ..... don't be afraid of them ... they won't bite! You need to show them who is in charge. You need to be more assertive, checking not only the colour and style of panties but also making sure they fit well. As I mentioned at our earlier meeting I have a theory that some girls deliberately wear panties that are too tight for them, in order to stimulate their genitals. Such thoughts are not healthy for young girls Miss Jones they should be focusing on their studies. If you are to do your job properly your visual inspection should be supplemented by a physical inspection. Remember you are employed here to help our girls with their discipline and decorum. You should not be shy in getting your hands dirty."

The following day I instruct the girls to present themselves to me in single file so that I can conduct individual inspections. They must stand directly in front of me and raise their skirts, feet shoulder width apart. I tell them to turn around and check the fit of their underpants over their bottoms. If their undies have slipped into their bottom cracks I reach for the edge and settle them back into place covering their bottom cheeks.

Over the next few weeks it becomes quite an efficient process, I inspect about four girls a minute. Being so close to the girls I cant help but notice the range of girlish scents I smell as I run my hands over their pantied bottoms every morning. My hands still tremble whenever I touch the softness of a young girl's flesh.

By the second month of the term the older and bolder girls have become accustomed to the process and they try to play pranks on me and test my authority.

I found out later that a group of about half a dozen of the senior girls had decided that they would deliberately soil their underpants just before inspection time to see what my reaction would be. They would go to the bathroom immediately after chapel to pee, but rather than using toilet paper to wipe themselves clean afterwards they just pulled their undies back up and leave any stray drops of urine to soak the crotch of their knickers. I had thought I was just imagining it when a number of the girls seemed to have yellow stains on their otherwise pristine white knickers. I also could smell the slightest scent of urine when I was close enough to the little minxes. I tried hard not to show how excited this made me but the girls later told me that it was obvious the effect this had on me as my hands trembled even more and they noticed how I couldn't take my eyes off this slightly piss stained undies and seemed to be discretely sniffing at their crotches. I didn't guess at that time that they had deliberately wet their pants and that they were testing me.

After about a week of this teasing the senior girls decide to really test my authority. On morning the slutty six (as I always thought of them) all raise their skirts at the same time and I see each of them is warring a pair of pastel coloured panties. The splash of colours (pink, yellow, light blue, lavender, green and orange) is a surprise. Then when they turn around in unison I see that all six are wearing thong panties, their tight, pale teenage bottom cheeks fully exposed as the underpants disappear in the crack of their bottoms. I realise I should report and punish their infraction but I am still a little intimidated by the older girls.

I am speechless and unsure how to respond to this act of civil disobedience and challenge to my authority. As they expected I do no more than mildly rebuke them for their actions and splutter nervously. However I am unable to take my eyes away from the six beautiful tushies arrayed before me.

Unfortunately (for all of us) one of the older nuns had also witnessed the girls actions and quickly reports it to Mother Superior.

I am called up to see the Mother Superior and she sharply criticises my lack of commitment in exercising a firm hand with the girls. She lets me know in no uncertain terms that I need to enforce my authority or she will have to employ someone else who can keep the girls in line. She reminds me of the terms of the uniform code and notes the penalties for infractions. She instructs me to fully enforce the code of conduct. I had not forgotten the penalties for breaking the rules but was unsure if I could enforce them, even of I couldn't admit that to the Mother Superior while standing in front of her.

I did not have to wait long to find out if I had the strength to enforce the rules. In the end though it was not that difficult a choice. I was more intimidated by Mother Superior than by any of the girls. Plus I was desperate to keep my job.

The very next day the same six girls repeated the same panty prank wearing colourful thong panties assuming I would not have the courage to act. Although I notice they have taken things a step further and all six have also removed their training bras I notice the outline and shadow of nipples against the thin material of their blouses. These girls have no shame and I release I must assert my authority. Taking a deep breath this time I instruct them, in as firm and authoritative voice as I could, to stand to the side of the room and wait till I had completed the other girls inspection.

After all the other girls had gone to class I closed the door and turned the lock so we would not be disturbed. I scolded the girls for their disobedience and told them that their actions had been reported to the Mother Superior by one of the other nuns. All six girls turn pale when they hear this. "Mother Superior has given me clear Instructions to strictly enforce the uniform code in full .... or lose my job. If the appropriate penalty is not enforced then Mother Superior may decide to suspend or even expel you." At this point some of the girls begin to cry and beg me not to let their parents know. They indicate they are willing to accept their penalty if that will be the end of the matter.

I sit down and pat my lap, telling the girls "as you are aware the penalty for a first infraction of the uniform code is a spanking. You will need to come over one at a time, lift your skirts and lay across my lap for your spanking. Usually you would be required to remove your underpants, but given the thong panties you are wearing do not cover your bottom cheeks I think we can ignore that requirement. So you can keep your panties on while I administer the punishment. I remind you that the first infraction of the code carries with it a penalty of six smacks."

Each girl takes her turn and positions herself on my lap and I spank their firm teenage bums, leaving pink marks on their pale bottom cheeks. They all stand side by side afterwards, heads down and the blush on their cheeks even brighter than that on their bums.

The girls' eyes follow me as I stand up, smooth my skirt and go behind the desk to pull out a thin bamboo cane. I see the confusion on their face and a tremor pass through their bodies. I address them again, this time with more confidence. "now the penalty for a first infraction was a spanking. The spanking that I just administered was the deferred punishment from yesterday's infraction. A second infraction of the uniform code carries with it a penalty of three strokes of the cane. So by repeating your little prank today you have now committed your second infraction. Technically your decision to not wear your bras today would also constitute a third infraction but I am willing to ignore that today. However I need you all to unbutton and remove your blouses so I can perform a proper inspection.

The girls hesitantly remove their blouses and I walk along the line admit prong each girl's are chest. One thin girl has a perfectly flat chest topped with two pink nipples, while most of the girls have small apple sized tits. Only one girl could be considered busty and her large breasts stand out firm from her chest.

"Could you please all stand over against my desk girls and assume the position, bent forward with skirts pulled up above your waists. You can leave your underpants on."

I walk along the line admiring the six firm bottoms each still tinged with pink from the spanking. The second time I move along the line I stop behind each girl to apply a single stripe to each pair of buttocks. Each girl squeals as the cane come down on her bottom with a loud thwack. Then I move back to the top of the line and repeat the punishment two more times on each girl. After the caning is complete I admire the three stripes which cover each of the teenage bottoms. I gently caress the now warm flesh of their bums. I am surprised that the girls did not scream more or cry as I applied the cane to their tushies. I applied the can with a firm hand and did not spare their sensitive bottoms.

As I lean in to inspect the girls bottoms up close I can also smell the unmistakeable scent of female arousal in the room. I also notice that all six girls appear to be rubbing themselves against the edge of the desk. I can't believe that they seem to have been turned on by their punishment!

I ask them to turn around and I notice tears trickling down each girls cheeks. A feeling of guilt floods over me. But they explain that it is not just tears of pain but also of frustration. "Miss I really need to touch myself" one of the girls implores as the others nod their heads in agreement.

I look at them sympathetically "I guess the least I can do is help you out after I have punished you. Please remove your underpants girls." they appear confused at my request but quickly move to comply. They hand their knickers to me and rest their sore bottoms against the edge of the desk. I examine all six pairs of thong panties and find that each pair is very wet and sticky. I briefly sniff the crotch of the panties, inhaling the pungent odour of cunt and pee which has soaked the cotton. I then kneel before the girls and, one at a time, use my fingers and mouth to bring each grateful girl to orgasm.

As they leave the room after gathering their senses and putting their damp knickers back on, each girl kisses me on the lips and promises they will be good girls from now on.

It is not the first time I have engaged in lesbian sex. As a novice in the convent I was required to regularly pleasure two of the older nuns with my mouth and by other means. I was also close friends with two of my fellow novices and I would often spend the night in bed with one or both of the sweet girls.

The next day the 'slutty six' all act very submissive during their inspection and I feel empowered. Word quickly spreads amongst the girls that the seniors have received a punishment for their disobedience and all the younger girls become even more compliant.

This new-found confidence emboldens me and as the year passes we soon develop a regular routine for the morning panty inspection which everyone comes to accept and enjoy. As each girl stands before me she turns around and I check the style, colour and fit of their panties. Then I run my hands over their pantied bottoms and between their legs to feel if they are dry or damp. Then I press my nose into their crotch to sniff their scent. I usually end the inspection with a chaste kiss on their pantied vulvas and a pat on their rump.

If the girl is celebrating a significant academic achievement (like an A In a test) then they will pull their panties aside so that I can kiss their bare slits. When they celebrate a birthday they are allowed to choose a private reward, they stay behind after all the girls have left, and I give them (and me) a special treat. Usually this involves a request for kissing and licking their cunts (which i gladly agree to) but after one of the girls discovers her father's porno magazines at home I seem to get more requests from the girl for me to kiss their bare bottoms and lick their puckered rosebuds (which I soon come to enjoy just as much).

No girls object to this more intimate daily inspection, in fact I notice some of the girls almost seem to thrust their crotches at me when it is their turn to be examined. This easy familiarity between me and 'my girls' leads to some interesting situations over the next few weeks.

One day when I am examining the younger girls, a pretty little 7 year old holds up her skirt and shows me her very loose fitting white cotton underpants. The undies seem to be at least two sizes too big and are almost falling off her. When I ask her about the large underpants she explains somewhat embarrassed that they are hand me downs from her big sister. I glance over to see her older sister standing amongst the other girls waiting for her turn.

I ask her to turn around and notice how the undies hang loosely around her hips. The waistband dips low showing the top of the little girl's bum crack and when she turns back to face me I catch a few glimpses of her bald quim through the leg holes of the worn underpants. "I am sure you will grow into these knickers sweetie but you need to keep pulling them up during the day or they will fall down around your ankles. We don't want that do we?" To emphasise this point I slide my hands into the loose fitting leg holes and rub her bum cheeks. I am pretending concern for her predicament, when in fact I just want to cop a feel of her pert, soft bottom. I also take the opportunity to pull the cotton panties aside so I can stare at her seven year old slit. It takes all of my self-control not to kiss that plump hairless cleft in front of all the other girls. I whisper so that only she can hear "these underpants actually look very good on you sweetie, you have such a succulent little peach. It looks so yummy, no need to keep it totally hidden. When you wear those undies I can see how cute it is." The girl beams back at me with pride in her eyes.

Events like this have the girls all gossiping about their pretty young panty inspector. The young girls hear the older ones talking in whispers about how Miss Jones really seems to love her job and that she seems to be spending even longer than usual checking their underwear in the morning .... longer than is strictly necessary. The youngest girls don't really understand when the seniors saying that Miss Jones must be a closet lesbian. Although when one of the little girls asks her big sister to explain what a lesbian is, she passes the answer on to all her peers. All the girls are fond of Miss Jones who is kind and attentive to them. Some of them even have crushes on the pretty young woman. Not a single one of them is concerned that Miss Jones apparently 'likes' girls in a romantic way or that she pays so much attention to them during her inspections.

Some of the seniors convince a group of kindergarten girls to play a trick on me one day. The girls arrive for their inspection wearing no underpants beneath their short skirts. They giggle playfully as they raise their dresses and I am shocked to see the little girls perfectly shaped and hairless clefts. I pause for a moment to decide what to say, as I don't really want to punish the little tykes. I hear the seniors sniggering in the corner and realise this is another test of my authority from the older girls. I decide to play a trick on them in return. I proceed to inspect each of the pantiless little pixies pretending that I haven't noticed they are naked under their skirts.

I go through the usual routine, although taking longer than normal with my examination. I caress the girls bare bottom cheeks as if they're covered with cotton panties. Although the feel of the smooth, cool skin of their soft bottoms has my head spinning with desire. When I finish each inspection I plant a soft kiss on their mound as normal, but rather than the usual single kiss I plant a second, third and fourth kiss of the girls hairless vulvas. The little girls giggle as my kisses tickle their bare cunnies and they seem reluctant to move on to let the next girl in line have their turn. It takes all the self control I can muster not to throw them down on the ground and lick their sweet little baby cunts.

I glance over to see the seniors have stopped their sniggering and are watching open eyed and with what I perceive to be a look of envy on their faces. Later I wonder if that is because they wanted to receive such intimate oral attention from me or if they secretly were wishing they were me at that moment.

Another day a new girl arrives at the school and I see her standing in line waiting nervously for her first panty inspection. The sweet 5 yr old is jiggling on the spot with nervous energy. She reluctantly lifts her skirt and I see she is wearing what seems to be a new pair of white cotton panties, with a pretty little bow on the waistband and delicate lace around the edges. She is trembling with embarrassment at showing off her undies having always been told by her grandmother that nice girls do not let strangers see their panties. I try to reassure her, "what pretty underpants you have sweetie, I love the bow. Are they new?" The girl nods her head and then emits a tiny squeak. I notice her face turn bright red and tears form in her eyes, when I glance down I see the cause of her discomfort. A small yellow stain is showing through the crotch of the panties. I quickly realise the poor little angel is frozen in place and is peeing her panties right in front of me. I watch transfixed as the yellow stain spreads and her urine drips onto the floor forming a puddle.

To ease her embarrassment I quickly dismiss the other girls. When we are alone I try to calm the girl, "it is ok Princess, everyone wets their pants sometime, little girls do it and big girls can do it too. Don't worry I can clean you up and make everything better." I reach up and pull down her sodden underpants, feeling the piss soaked cotton squelching between my fingers. I stare closely at the little girl's smooth vulva. "I'm sorry Princess, I don't have any tissues to help clean you up but I have an even better idea." I push my face into her crotch and kiss her cute little muffin. My tongue snakes out to lick a few stray droplets of pee off her puffy labia. "How does that feel Princess? Are you all clean now? Maybe I should just lick your little muffin one more time to make sure." I feel the little girl squirm as my tongue Explores every crease in her baby cunt.

When I finish cleaning her I pat her bare tushie and send her off to class without her panties, but not before reminding her to keep her legs together so no one will be able to tell. I tell her I will put her undies in a plastic bag and leave them in her locker so she can take them home to be washed. When she has left the room I grab his piss soaked underpants and rub them over my face and hungrily suck on the crotch tasting the tangy flavour of the little girls urine.

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As the end of the school year approaches Mother Superior calls me into her room to congratulate me on how obedient all 'my girls' have become. As she says this she gives me an enigmatic smile and I wonder if she really knows what goes on each morning during the girl's' panty inspection. But she gives no direct indication that she knows anything inappropriate has been going on.

One the last day before the summer holidays the school holds a parent-teacher night and Mother Superior requires all staff to be in attendance.

I stand at the side of the room watching the parents, or in some cases a single parent, come in to speak to the Sister's about their children's' education. I am surprised that many of the mothers actively seek me out, coming over to tell me how their daughters are always talking about me and the girls obviously adore me. I am surprised and chuffed by the compliments and I also get a few affectionate hugs from appreciative mothers. I would never have guessed that they would make the effort to search me out as I assumed none of the parents would know of me or my lowly position in the school hierarchy.

One mother approaches me tentatively and thanks me effusively for helping her little girl when she had wet her underpants. I look closely at her and see she does resembles the pretty little pixie that had peed herself. "Debbie came home and confessed to peeing her pants. She was mortified and crying with shame when she handed me the wet undies. But she calmed down when she told me how you had helped clean her up afterwards and made her feel like it was no big deal. I will admit at first I thought your method somewhat 'unusual' but the more Debbie talked about it, the more animated she became, and it was clear to me that you had handled the situation perfectly."

The woman continues huskily with a tremble on her voice "You don't know how much you changed our lives Miss Jones. We spoke about how she felt when it happened and now Debbie and I are closer than ever. My little poppet happily pees her pants all the time at home now and asks me to clean her up afterwards, just the way you did. Our favourite game used to be playing Barbies but now each afternoon after school we both strip down to our panties. We take turns playing panty inspections, then we cuddle and pee our underpants together. We both love the feel of warm wee wee flooding our undies and spilling over each other. Then we wear our wet undies around the house till dinner time. Miss Jones we have you to thank for this. If you had not been as 'understanding' when Debbie wet her pants we may never discussed it and Debbie may never told me how nice it made her feel."

"I have to confess that Debbie takes after her mummy. I was a bed and panty wetter when I was her age and I have now rediscovered the secret and forbidden pleasures that I have missed. It is so wonderful that we found out that Debbie and I share an interest."

She reaches into her handbag and passes me a small plastic bag, and I can see two pairs of white cotton panties inside, both stained yellow in the crotch. She kisses me on the cheek and blushing she says 'I hope will accept this token of our appreciation to express our heartfelt thanks for the special gift you have given to my daughter and I. We both peed our pants especially for you Miss Jones."

"I will treasure them" I reply "both pairs."

I notice she is now jiggling up and down on the spot. When she sees me watching her she says "Sorry but my bladder is bursting. I need to rush off and pick up Debbie." She glances nervously across the room to where Mother Superior is standing "I'm not sure if she would understand if I wet my pants during parent-teacher night!" I see her face tighten slightly "Oh my god ... I just squirted into my undies. I just couldn't hold it. You can't tell can you?" She looks down at her skirt and nothing has shown through yet. "I am such a naughty girl Miss Jones" she giggles "Debbie and I would really love it if you came to our house over the summer for a play date."

When she dashes off towards the exit another mother quickly takes the opportunity to approach me. She says she is Cathy and Sue's mother. She sees a look of confusion cross my face and I apologise "I'm sorry I don't really know all the girls names."

She explains "my daughter Cathy came to school one day wearing her big sister's hand me down undies, they were a few sizes too big for her and very loose. I don't know what you said to her Miss Jones but it worked wonders. She had been refusing her sisters hand me downs until you intervened. There were so many tantrums. Now she refuses to wear anything but her sisters panties. At first this caused a bit of consternation at home as her sister wasn't too happy to share her underwear. But then Sue decided she was going to try and teach her baby sister a lesson by squeezing herself into her tiny underpants."

"It didn't work out quite how Sue thought it would. She found that she actually preferred wearing her little sister's very tight undies. So the two of them just swapped over all their panties in their drawers. They love it so much that now that's all they wear around the house. It made my husband and I uncomfortable at first having the girl's running around in just their undies. Cathy's kickers are always falling off they are so loose and they don't really cover her privates very well anyway and Sue's tight panties really hug her plump little coochie ... but we soon got used to it."

"Then the girls were constantly bugging me to follow their example and just wear undies at home, but only panties .... they clearly too me 'no bras allowed'. If that wasn't enough then they nagged their dad to just wear his underpants at home too. But when he finally agreed they teased him that his undies weren't as pretty as girls undies. So the three of us girls went shopping and bought him some pretty girl's undies as a gift. I thought he would baulk at that point but he agreed reluctantly at first to try them on just to keep the girls happy. Now I don't think he will ever wear men's underwear again. He actually has the cutest collection of panties of all of us and I have to admit he does look adorable in them. The girls and I are more than a bit envious!"

"I just wanted to thank you again, I credit you with helping our family become closer. We are so relaxed and much more open at home. It has certainly led us to discuss issues that we probably never would have before. The girls are at an age when they are curious about their bodies and the changes that happen when you grow up. We had one very 'interesting' discussion about penises one night. They are naturally curious about the difference between boys and girls. And my husband sometimes enjoys wearing his pretty girls panties a bit too much .... if you understand my meaning. Not that I am complaining, to let you in on a secret it has really spiced up our sex life as well. Anyway we had to sit the girl's down for a quick sex ed class explaining all about erections. They asked so many questions that we gave them a bit of a tutorial about boys bodies and they got to see and feel the difference between boys and girls. I can't thank you enough for what you have done for us all."

The woman's husband comes over to join us at this point and she gushes "this is Miss Jones darling .... the panty inspector .. I have just been telling her how she has changed all our lives." Her husband blushes a bright red and his eyes drop to the ground as she continues "maybe we should invite her over to the house sometime and she could show us how she does her inspections. I have told her you have the prettiest panty collection in the house ... but if she came over she could see for herself." The woman grabs her purse, "here I have a photo I carry with me .... we have so many more at home." She thrusts a picture at me. It is a family portrait of the four of them standing next to one another, smiling broadly for the camera and all wearing only underpants. The girls stand between their parents both in their white cotton school undies, Cathy's loose fitting pair slightly askew and showing off a large portion of her hairless vulva while Sue's tight undies leave nothing to the imagination sporting a prominent cameltoe. The mother and father have their arms around their daughter's holders while the girls have their arms around their parents waists. The mother and father are dressed in more colourful underwear. The mother's red Hello Kitty panties look cute below her large bare breasts. The father's delicate pink lace panties do little to conceal a very large erection threatening to escape the confines of his feminine undies. The woman giggles "see Miss Jones I told you my cute little pantyboy does like wearing his pretty panties, isn't he adorable? So masculine ... yet so feminine. Our girls adore their sissy daddy as much as I do."

The man smiles wanly at me and retrieves the photo before tugging at his wife's arm and pulling her away. I do notice the bulge in his trousers as they head to the exit.

Another mother, who has been standing just outside earshot, quickly comes over as the couple leaves and speaks in hushed tones to me. "Hello Miss Jones I am Amelie's mother. My daughter speaks about you all the times. She confessed to me that she had been very worried that she would get in trouble and be punished for breaking the uniform code when those senior girls convinced her and her little friends to come to morning inspection with no panties on. But you handled it so well. She told me how kind and affectionate you were with all of them and how it tickled when you kissed her little muffin. Ever since then I think she has a little girl crush on you. But that whole incident has certainly affected Amelie. The saucy little minx refuses to wear panties at home. She is always flashing her coochie beneath her skirts and nighties." She smiles at me, "I think that girl has lost the ability to sit with her knees together like a respectable girl!"

"I have nothing against little girls private parts mind you .... in fact I have quite a fondness for them. But my son seemed to be a bit confused about how to act around her. I'm divorced so it is just my boy with us two girls. He is 12 yrs old and his hormones have kicked in. Seeing his little sister, who he dotes on, displaying herself in lewd poses with no undies on effected him profoundly. That boy seemed to be rushing off to his bedroom 3 or 4 times a day and it was no secret to me what he was up to. Walking into his room was like going into a brothel the smell of semen was so strong. Now I realise that masturbation is normal for a boy his age but he seemed to be overdoing it. I worried he might even hurt himself. It took me a while to work out what to do about it. I didn't think it was healthy for a young boy to spend so much time in his room by himself. Anyway I decided to take the problem in hand (so to speak)" she says winking at me "and now he doesn't rush off to his bedroom any more."

"But i want to thank you for helping my precious princess. She seems so much more confident and happy when she flashes her cute little honey pot around the house and I don't want to create any body image issues for her by discouraging her from such a harmless activity. In fact the little minx has got me going around the house pantiless under my skirts. We have you to thank for that. But I did draw a line when she wanted to go to the mall without any panties on. I was afraid she might get us arrested if she exposed herself to the shoppers or shop assistants."

"I also have you to thank for our new nightly bedtime ritual. After reading Amelie her bedtime story I not only have to give her her usual kiss goodnight on the lips, she also pulls down the bed covers and I have to kiss her goodnight on her nether lips. It seems she was very taken with the time you did that to her and her friends. Of course, given she and her brother share a room I couldn't play favourites and he has to have a special kiss goodnight too. That boy can be a real mouthful .... sorry handful .... sometimes. Miss Jones I don't know if you have ever heard this, but my girlfriend told me that young boys semen is a fantastic facial moisturiser. I should have bought you in a sample, we have so much of it at home. My girlfriend is very envious."

She blushes and gives me a hug "you have made a single mother and her kids very happy Miss Jones. Thank you again from the bottom of my heart."

After the session finishes and having noticed that I seem to be the school's most popular staff member given the warm affection showered on me by the children's' mothers, Mother Superior comes over to me and says "Well Miss Jones, will be coming back to join us next year?"

"Yes Mother Superior" I say smiling "nothing could keep me away."