No, it's enough

The thing is, you know your next student is Peggy, in her final year and about to get her doctorate. According to the notes you perused briefly earlier, she's expecting to practise her viva with you today, but without memories of her thesis or the past three years of her course, you won't be able to do that effectively. You have enough experience of the Rulebook by now to know that it will implant knowledge directly into your brain if you want it, but without reading the thesis, you're not even sure what questions to ask. Finishing this meeting early would give you a chance to at least skim the material that you're supposed to know almost as well as the girl who wrote it.

"Take off all your clothes," you instruct calmly, taking a placard from the drawer. Trish definitely recognizes the object and its implications, shaking slightly as she stands and quickly removes her taupe jacket and matching pencil skirt, folding them neatly before bending at the waist to unzip her brown leather ankle boots and step out of them, leaving herself completely nude; like all the students you've seen so far, she's not wearing any underwear.

Trish is of medium height, with pert, medium sized boobs and a medium sized, but very round, bottom. Her labia are prominent and completely available to your questing gaze, because she stands with hands by her sides, trying desperately to neither flaunt herself, nor cover any part of her fit young body, whose only signs of recent chastisement are areas of bruising on her bum and thighs, which will undoubtedly change soon enough.

Despite being seen naked very frequently, due to spankings, she's absolutely devastated by her newly enforced exposure. You hand her the completed placard and she gasps when she sees that the duration is variable: she won't be allowed to get dressed again until she manages to complete the action plan you're going to draw up at the weekend, which will take at least a few weeks. She dutifully drapes the detestable object around her elegant neck, flicking her hair over the chain, tears prickling her eyes.

"That will do for today," you state. "Spend some time thinking about your failings and then prepare for our emergency meeting this weekend."

"Yes, Professor." Her voice is reassuringly shaky. This punishment is undoubtedly worse than any spanking you could inflict in the next twenty minutes.

"Very well, Trish, I'll see you then."

Thus dismissed, the girl gathers up her clothes and belongings, careful not to seem to be hiding behind them, then takes a deep breath and leaves. You pull up a copy of Peggy's thesis, but before you can even start reading, you hear the unmistakable sounds of a spanking through the open window. Trish is already reaping the benefit of her first nudity punishment.

Smiling, you start to read. You don't have time to digest the entire document, but rely on the Rulebook to fill in any gaps once you have a basic understanding. The thesis is well written and, unusually, interesting, as well as academically sound. You lose track of time and are a couple of pages from the end when you hear a knock on the door.

"Come in," you bellow, urgently scanning the final few paragraphs.

The door opens and a shapely blonde enters, wearing a gauzy white halter neck dress and silver stiletto sandals. Her honey-coloured hair is close-cropped in a fashionable bob and her nails (both gently pointed finger and rounded toe) match the scarlet of her lips. Her bare left arm displays a livid weal travelling down from shoulder to elbow and when she turns to close the door, her backless dress reveals that she's been flogged quite heavily in the last few days, the red ridges contrasting with pale skin. The multi-tailed whip she carries matches the marks closely and one more thing you notice is that she's wearing a wedding ring.

"Ready for your viva, Peggy?"

"Yes, Professor," the blonde replies, taking a chair and positioning it facing you, but standing next to it, waiting for an invitation before sitting down. "At least, we'll find out soon enough."

You gesture to the chair and Peggy sits upright, knees together and hands neatly folded in her lap, waiting for you to begin.