Nudity, duh

"Well, I was out there for a week..." Sara said.

Nyssa's eyes widened.

"Sara..." Nyssa said softly.

"What?" Sara said innocently. "You're the one who taught me how important it is to the League that teachers be willing to own their mistakes, and you said this was a mistake."

Nyssa's cheeks warmed. The League would probably agree too, if anything they'd see her more positively, not for being willing to go naked, but just for living up to their values and serving as student as well as teacher. It didn't make the prospect any idea to manage.

Sara's fingertips playfully walked down the center of Nyssa's chest, making sure the sheets and clothing were out of the way. Nyssa bit her lip.

"So that's one week," Sara said. "You wear as much as I did for all that time, in your room, when teaching, when in one of those discussions you have with the big names, and if you end up being assigned some target. No exceptions. I want you naked for every second, no matter what."

Nyssa swallowed. Her voice was unsteady when she managed to speak again, only partly because of Sara's hand still teasingly crossing her stomach.

"That's... I didn't mean to expose you," Nyssa said. "And it was only to a few people. Not... everyone."

"You always taught me punishments should be strict, so the mistake doesn't get made again," Sara said, faux-innocent.

"But..."

Sara's hand slipped between her legs. Smirking, Sara moved to straddle Nyssa; for all her words, she was clearly glad to see her girlfriend again, enjoying the closeness about as much as she was enjoying the thought of keeping her naked.

"Oh, no," Sara said, breathless with a clear pretense at guilt. "If this goes too far, I guess that means you'll have to punish me again. In a week's time. After you've been naked. Worth it. And the punishment might be too, for that matter."

Sara wriggled her hips invitingly, and Nyssa struggled to recatch her breath. Thsoe who'd written the League charter plainly hadn't had Sara Lance in mind.

"And remember, if your punishment goes even slightly wrong, I get to punish you all over again," Sara said. She winked. Nyssa flushed.

She should have just walked home naked from the spring. It seemed that was the less embarrassing option.

"So, will you?" Sara said.

"I... yes," Nyssa said. "I must follow the League's traditions."

Sara grinned.

It was the better part of an hour before Sara finally rolled off of her, chest heaving, and content, leaving Nyssa face-down on the bed and even more mortified by the prospect of going outside. She wasn't sure her legs were entirely steady. Still, Sara patted her butt before getting off the bed, almost taunting her by heading to Nyssa's wardrobe.

Sara picked out the least ornate of Nyssa's costumes, pulling it on while the nude Nyssa lay there. She turned around, pulling the veil over the bottom half of her face.

"What do you think?" Sara said playfully. She dropped her voice to a gruff parody. "Ta-er al-Sahfer, in-law to the demon."

"I think I'd rather be wearing that," Nyssa said.

"Hey, you know the rules," Sara said. "One week naked. And anything else I think up on the way."

"What?!"

"Hey, you can't expect me to plan out the whole week in the morning," Sara said.

"You had a week to plan."

"I had a week to imagine getting back and doing what I just did to you," Sara said. "Simple girl, simple pleasures. I'm going to be as surprised as you with what I think of."

Nyssa flushed. Sara hopped closer, again patting her ass to encourage her.

"Chop chop!" Sara said. "Time to go outside. What's the first thing on your schedule today?"

Nervously, Nyssa stood up, unconsciously crossing an arm over her breasts. She looked tentatively at the door to her room, knowing how many people would be outside.