The naked trio describe their experiences

Having dispensed the required discipline with brutal efficiency, Julia asks each of the weeping girls in turn how they've been finding their first day of nudity punishment, starting with Johanna. Unsurprisingly, all three have been extremely distressed by the ordeal, traumatized is perhaps not too strong a word. Even amongst those inured to the reality of baring their delectable bodies at a moment's notice, to be mercilessly thrashed for even the most minor of failings, being constantly on display and subject to continual vicious correction without any respite at all has clearly taken its toll.

Johanna relates how her initial trip to acquire the ballet boots she now wears was filled with anxiety, because she wasn't fully in uniform until she put them on. That first, short journey shook her natural confidence as she was beaten more than a dozen times either for flaunting herself or for demonstrating unacceptable bashfulness. Every correction she made to her posture or behaviour seemed to displease the next person she met and it only became worse when she donned the boots and found there was no chance of walking in them unaided without practice.

Although she dutifully picked up a webcam from the porters' lodge and fitted it in her room to ensure she never had any privacy, the incredible pain she was already suffering meant she hardly noticed the unblinking eye whilst she prepared for her date. However, she did feel guilty when her roommate got back, since she too would be under constant surveillance until Johanna's nudity punishment was over. You're interested (and pleased) to find out that Johanna doesn't know exactly how much her sentence has been extended, as the first person to do so told her not to look. The not knowing makes it all the harder to bear.

Her date last night was certainly embarrassing, but the unrelenting agony is what made the greatest impression, thanks to the innumerable chastisements she received. Her paramour's presence unfortunately failed to distract her from the fact that she was enduring a nudity punishment, which itself led to several further torments. In this morning's lectures, she and Lorelei were called to the front of the lecture theatre as an example to the rest of the students, a mortifying experience in itself, albeit instructive for others in the auditorium. Afterwards, football training was another humiliation and even though she was allowed to swap her placard and ballet boots for the usual safety gear, her team mates and coaches made sure she felt their displeasure at the notion she had brought the squad into disrepute.

By the time her account is over, the Asian sportswoman is crying even more fiercely than when she started and you're sure the nudity punishment system will be an effective and much feared tool in the disciplinarian's armoury.

Amelia did not join the ranks of the nude until a few hours after her companions, but the full horror was made clear to her almost immediately, when she was paddled black and blue in the short time it took to get back to her digs. This morning, things only worsened, as cheerleading practice attracted an unusually large crowd, most of which seemed to be intent upon disciplining her for parading herself during the routines. Her squad mates and coaches were also exceedingly harsh in their responses to her ordeal and the blonde is nearly hysterical by the end of her recitation, quite appalled by the realization that she'll be cheering at tomorrow's football match in the altogether in front of several thousand spectators.

Lorelei's period of enforced nudity began much like her tute-partner's, except that instead of a date, she was preparing for a trip to the pub to hone her interpersonal skills. All three of the young ladies are in agreement that being monitored in their rooms isn't overly concerning, because they try to maintain an acceptable standard of behaviour at all times, even when alone, but then, they would hardly admit otherwise.

She crawled all the way to the pub rather than use public transport, picking up so many intense spankings on the way from pedestrians who were shocked by their first sight of a nudity punishment in progress that it was already quite late by the time she arrived. The initial shame she felt during this journey, as if she had deliberately sought out her fate by her misbehaviour (which couldn't be further from the truth), was quickly overwhelmed by the sheer pain she was enduring. Once at the hostelry, it had taken all her skills at dissimulation not to cower and flee in terror before the anger and disgust her appearance caused. However, her polite persistence bore fruit and she was eventually able to get the practice she had gone for, although at the expense of near-constant thrashings.

Following her humiliation at the lecture theatre this morning, Lorelei was quite lucky in that her supervised exercise regimen involves yoga and aerobic training, both of which traditionally take place naked at the university anyway. However, the bruising and weals affected her performance somewhat negatively, which the trainers felt was completely unacceptable and required a particularly severe intervention. Like her companions, the recollection leaves her convulsing in sobs bordering on despair.

You realize the large crowd which has gathered has been held rapt by the tales of female suffering, but now a faint hubbub gains volume behind you. Julia's steady voice, used to lecturing to a room full of students on creaky benches, cuts through the conversation effortlessly.

"I'm glad that the nudity punishments seem to be effective, but it's vital that such an exemplary chastisement should be as intensely unpleasant as possible, so I'd like you each to think about how the university can make the experience even more horrible and distressing for you. Jo, why don't you start?"

There follows a moment of hush, broken only by the continued lamentations of the punished, as the spectators, along with you, contemplate the insidiousness of asking the very women being punished how best to increase their torment to even greater heights. The nude teenagers in question take the same time to try to pull themselves together and come up with something sufficiently cruel or degrading to appease the Tutor for Women.

"Perhaps," Johanna begins tearfully after a few seconds, "we shouldn't be allowed to use furniture except when explicitly ordered, like tables or beds. Having to stand or kneel all the time would make our lives more difficult and humiliating."

She looks as though she's trying to think of something else, but Julia lets her stop, with the words "Alright, Jo. A little tame, but we can work with that. What about you, Amelia?"

The beautiful cheerleader looks rather apprehensive, but replies immediately, so she must have prepared something in mind while Johanna was speaking.

"I think the worst thing would be if we weren't permitted to use the lavatory and were only allowed to relieve ourselves when and where instructed."

A gasp from behind you shows that the difficulty and embarrassment of this is not lost on the audience. Anyone on nudity punishment would be dependent upon others keeping track of when then might need to go and giving them permission in time. The expressions on the other students' faces can't quite hide their disquiet at the prospect.

"Yes, that's possible, Mee. Lorelei, what are your ideas?"

The slender teen blushes furiously and suggests the following. "I think it would make things especially difficult for us if we were each fitted with a speculum to prove we weren't getting turned on by being naked in public. Even if we were being good, it would be incredibly shameful and if we weren't, well, I can't imagine the disgrace I'd feel, not to mention the punishment. I expect it would make our genitals more ****, too."

"How exactly would that prove you're not getting turned on?" The Tutor for Women asks.

"Um," Lorelei looks down at herself, "I mean—"

"No," Julia interrupts her, "don't tell us, show us."

You didn't think it was possible for Lorelei to go any redder, but she proves you wrong and she shuffles her legs a bit further apart and inserts two fingers from each hand into her well-whipped twat, forcing them painfully up as far as they will go, before pulling them apart to expose her inner pink tunnel to the interested onlookers as best she can, revealing not the slightest hint of wetness. You believe her about the demonstration being incredibly shameful, even though she wasn't exhibiting signs of sexual stimulation.

"Ah, I see," says Julia with a smile. "Yes, that might be helpful. What about you, Jack, did you have anything to add?"

"Actually, I did. All the young ladies mentioned to some degree or other that the cameras they had to place in their rooms weren't as demeaning and intrusive as intended. Perhaps the solution is to say that they can only spend the minimum amount of time in their rooms to fetch things or drop them off. They can study in the library or elsewhere, eat in the cafeteria or dining hall, socialize in the student union or whatever, even sleep outside, especially if Johanna's suggestion about furniture such as beds is adopted. In fact, if they're already banned from using the lavatory, why not just set up outside showers and they'll never need to go into a bathroom at all. Or," you pause briefly, concerned that you might be going too far, "maybe they could shower in their own pee."

You're quite proud of yourself and the look of admiration on Julia's face (contrasting nicely with the visions of misery on the students') reassures you that you're not wrong to feel that way.

"Very well, girls. I'll write all this up in a report to the Junior Dean and the university court and let you know in due course what decisions are made. In the meantime, I expect you all to adopt the rules we've discussed, on a purely voluntary basis. Of course, you'll have to make do with your fingers like Lorelei did for the time being, until we can procure specula for you all, but apart from that there shouldn't be any problems. Now, do any of you need to relieve yourselves right now?"

Whether it's the thought of not knowing when the next chance may arise or immediate biological need, three hands are tentatively raised in confirmation that bladders are in urgent need of emptying.

"Can you hold it?" Julia asks.

Amelia lowers her hand and nods. "Yes, Dr. Morgan, I can hold it for a little while."

Johanna appears undecided, but Lorelei answers next.

"No, Dr. Morgan, I really need to go quite soon!"

"In that case, you may all pee before you leave the quad. I assume that since you all showered this morning you won't need to take advantage of that option right now, so I don't expect any mess." Quite how they're going to manage that isn't clear to you, but Julia continues before you have a chance to give it more thought. "Now, you all need to demonstrate that you're not becoming aroused by your punishment. Lorelei, please remind us how to do that."