At the Thompson Finishing School there are guests regularly present. These guests are mostly made up of Brentwood men who are looking for a suitable wife.  Like the staff, students must obey them and can be subjected to panty checks and uniform inspections by them at any time. 

Jennifer #6002 was on her way to class when Mr. Russo stopped her.  He'd spoken with her a few occasions and had observed her keenly several times while she was put through her paces on the athletic field.  The way he looked at her and spoke down to her during their encounters made her blush and turned her knees to jelly despite herself and her former values. 

"Raise your skirt."  He ordered.

"...Sir?"  She asked.  Jennifer had been inspected multiple times by staff, but never by a guest.  She was a new student and unprepared.

"Raise your skirt, Miss Jennifer, or I will have to tell your dorm mother that you're not obeying guests."  There was no humor or teasing in his voice. 

Jennifer blushed and quickly raised her uniform skirt bringing her dull, white cotton panties into view. 

"Let's see if you are behaving yourself..."  Mr. Russo rudely pulled the waistband of her panties out and thrust his fingers in. 

Jennifer jumped as his thick fingers viciously parted her delicate, pink lips.  Like all Thompson students, she hadn't been allowed to "dally herself" since her arrival and she had been relentlessly teased in amatory arts class.  After weeks of denial Mr. Russo's rough, unapologetic touch caused her to instantly respond.  A little moan escape her lips and she arched against him as an intense, hot need flooded her.

The pleasure was short lived as Mr. Russo withdrew his hand moments later, leaving her panting and confused.  He looked at his damp fingers, holding them up so that she could, to her dismay, see them too. 

"Hmm..."  He remarked.  "You may return to your class."

Jennifer quickly adjusted her panties and her skirt and scurried down the hall. 

"Miss Jennifer, aren't you forgetting something?"

She paused, spun around, and dipped into a quick curtsy, "Thank you for inspecting me, sir!"  She cried.

Mr. Russo seemed to smile a bit before waving her off.  As Jennifer rushed to catch up with her class she wondered if he would tell on her, or if perhaps that smile meant he was pleased with her reaction.