Well i shan't mention the pretty slipper wielding Miss Ross again but i will instead tell you of another stern but attractive schoolteacher.
In sixth form, as (hopefully) you became a little more mature, you noticed that some of the younger teachers would begin to socialise with you. Generally it was hippy looking blokes who would insist you address them by their christian names and then promptly scrounge a cigarette.
However there was one young, attractive English teacher who we all got to see in a different light. She had only joined the school that year and had already gained a reputation for being rather cool and for sending large numbers of small boys who displeased her to the deputy headmaster for a sound thrashing.
Every year the sixth form would put on a sixth form review to be shown to the school,parents,governors and anyone daft enough to pay for a ticket. One year a sketch had satirically and truthfully depicted the headmaster as a psychotic, megalomaniac, cane wielding bully. To prevent any more true to life sketches, the head insisted that the sixth form review should henceforth involve a few members of staff.
As an actor i admit i was a terrible ham but as i was willing i generally got a part of some sort. In the review i had to play a starstruck lover in 1920's dress, worshipping at the feet of my beloved. My beloved of course was the English teacher and i was the envy of all the boys (and maybe some of the girls too!)I might say also, without false modesty, it was a part i was eminently suited to.
On the last night to celebrate our thespian accomplishments we all crammed into 3 or 4 cars and went out for a bite to eat and a few drinks. The English teacher looked stunning in the tightest pair of trousers ever seen. Now she did have one noticeable feature, her bottom was to say the least peachily prominent. In fact it stuck out nearly as far as the pier at Southend .
However i in my usual foot in mouth way made a remark about her trousers looking a bit tight tonight! Obviously her well rounded posterior was a sensitive subject. The evening became a little frosty and it was only after a few drinks that she thawed out. In fact we all, both 6th formers and the few members of staff present, got absolutely legless. I remember her promising in general conversation, "I'm going to smack your backside before you go home tonight. Right in the middle of the car park". Well she didn't but she did trap me in the school library some days later, chase me round the desk and get a few swats in before we were interrupted by the head of the English department coming in.
Sorry i have just realised this thread was about attractive women who slippered. Well if the head of the English Department hadn't walked in who knows what could have happened!!