Gina strips off her clothes

"That's never going to happen," said Gina.

"I don't want to see your body," I said. "I want you everyone to see it, especially Marcie."

"No," said Gina.

"Do it," I said.

Gina began to cry. "No! I can't, I can't."

"Yes, you can, and you will," I said. "Or I'll do it myself."

"No! No! No!" cried Gina.

I slapped her across the face. Gina began to take her clothes off.

"Oh, God," she said. "Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God."

Gina pulled her each of her shoes and then her socks.

She teared up, knowing I would probably parade her naked body around the school.

Gina reached her fingers to her skirt and closed her eyes as she lowered the garment off her legs, revealing her panties.

She turned her head from me as she slid her panties off. She was now naked from the waist down in front of me.

She tried to put her hands in front of her pussy to shield it but I moved them gently. She just started to cry. Things were finally looking up for me. My half naked bully was never going to recover from this.

She reached under her shirt and lifted it over her head.

Her tiny little bra covering even tinier breasts remained the only thing between her and total nudity. Gina reached behind her back for her clasps and lowered her bra off her breasts. Gina was completely naked now with no access to controls. I looked at her body. Her breasts were small and soft, her pubic hair short and fine, her sniff pink nipples looked like erasers from the top of a pencil.

"Turn around," I said.

Gina did so. Her ass was small.