Bait the Order

"What," says Abbi, crossing her arms and looking stern, "is the meaning of this?"

"Uh," says Hanna, standing awkwardly in the middle of the school's courtyard. "We can explain."

"Explain what? How you came to be running around the school stark naked in broad daylight?"

Hanna squirms in her ballet slippers, trying and failing to sink into the earth. Beside her are Isadora and Macey, looking equally wretched. The courtyard's crowded, and it feels like half the school has stopped to witness their well-deserved dressing-down.

"Uh," she manages to stammer out. "Raider... stripped us?"

"Nonsense," Abbi scoffs. "You know perfectly well that Raider's been banished from this school for the rest of time. He's no longer a threat to the student body. Or bodies, for that matter. He could never stand against the might of the Hooded Eye!"

"Uh..."

"And what on earth is that written on your... posteriors?" Abbi narrows her eyes to scan the words. "You, Raider, belong to our butts? That doesn't make any sense, girls."

"Well..." mutters Hanna, shuffling from one foot to the other. "That's... uh... that is..."

"Move them around!" shouts one of the watching boys.

"What? Oh, I see." With a swift gesture, and a firm slap to a recalcitrant behind, Abbi obliges the cowering WAR girls to line themselves up in order, presenting their naked and **** bottoms for the entertainment of an amused campus. "What a silly slogan. You three girls are clearly some of kind of Raider fan club. Why, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you actually like being stripped by that absurd pervert!"

"That's not true! We hate being stripped! I mean..."

"I can see I'm going to have to make an example of you three. Bend over."

"But..."

"Now."

Hanna has **** to obey. She knows the plan. You're going to gather as much evidence as possible of the Hooded Eye punishing the WAR girls, so you'll be ready when the time comes to strike. She's not sure the plan makes any sense, but she has **** but to trust you. And surely, any second now, you'll step in to rescue her from...

WHACK.

"Oww!" Hanna hollers, as Abbi's paddle lands on her ass, leaving a bright red mark and stinging like the devil. She whimpers, but she doesn't dare move, even though dozens of people are giggling at her discomfort. Beside her, Isadora bites her lip, anticipating her turn.

"Now say the line."

"What?"

"Say what's written on your bottoms. Every time I strike you. It's the only way you'll learn."

"But..."

WHACK.

"Oww! My ass belongs to Raider!"

"Keep confessing. Let the whole school hear."

WHACK.

"I'm a naughty girl and Raider owns my bottom! My red bottom belongs to Raider! Owww!"