Check up on Lorelei

You glance over at Johanna and her girlfriend as you get up to leave and wonder what your other naked student is up to.

"I say, Julia, do you think I should give Lorelei a call, just to see how she's getting on?"

"Actually, I think that would be a very good idea, what with the nudity punishment rules being so new. In fact, maybe we ought to pay her a surprise visit and see first hand."

"Unfortunately, I don't know where she is right now, so I'll have to call her anyway to find out."

"Or you could just trace her 'phone," the Tutor for Women says with a shrug.

You didn't realize that staff could monitor their students' communication devices, but when you look at the contacts on your smartphone, sure enough all your girls are listed, with the option to track their current location, view their texts and social media or even secretly activate the microphones and cameras to spy on them remotely. That particular invasion of privacy makes you feel a little queasy, but you suppose it could be useful in the right circumstances. Still, all you need for now is Lorelei's location, so you find it and call a taxi to take you there.

Walking outside, you're surprised by the chill in the air; you've spent over two hours in the restaurant, but it only seemed like a few minutes, so well have you been getting on with your dinner companion. You put your arm round her shoulder for warmth as the two of you wait for the cab and she leans into your body, resting her head on your shoulder. It's impossible that she can't feel your growing erection pressed against her thigh, but all she does is press back.

The car arrives quickly and the journey is short; Lorelei is in a pub about half way back towards campus. On the way, you talk about nudity punishments in general and how effective you hope they'll turn out to be. Since you paid for the meal, Julia takes care of the cab fare when you arrive and you both hurry inside the well appointed hostelry.

Looking around, you see a cosy but expansive pub, with two bars and plenty of small tables where people can sit and drink, plus a couple of rows of larger ones where simple meals are served. It seems to be popular with students at the local college as there are many girls the right age, extremely fit and attractive, flirting demurely with older men in the hopes of getting to practise their carnal, as well as social, skills. None of them are naked and you progress further into the saloon in search of your quarry.