Peri in peril

"Oh, g-gosh," mumbled a particular dimple-cheeked brunette, squirming uncomfortably on the cramped bench, as the spotlight zoomed towards her. "Why does this kind of thing always happen to me?" Her voice had a distinct American twang, and she pressed her arms tightly across her ample chest as the merciless **** yanked her into the air.

"Peri Brown."

"Eep!" The energy field took hold of her, casually compelling her arms down by her sides, and she hung helplessly in mid-air before the assembled women and the ruthless mechanical scrutiny of the Judge. Being just one nude girl among a crowd of hundreds had been embarrassing enough, but being the centre of attention was intolerable. Her cheeks blazed red and she let out a whimper as she hovered there, stark naked, hands fixed out of the way, pressing her legs together in a **** and futile attempt to conceal her pussy from the audience. "I-is this really necessary? I don't know anything, I swear!"

"You will tell us of a time you were naked."

"I'm naked right now! Isn't that enough?"

"No. Begin."

Peri tried to squeeze her lips together, but she was helpless to stop the words come bubbling out. She wriggled, wishing she was anywhere else, as her voice began to recount one of her most humiliating memories for the benefit of the crowd.

-

"It was stupid of me to volunteer. I knew that right away. But everyone on Baros kept telling me the planet needed a new president, and I figured, what's the harm? I'd been travelling with the Doctor for a while by then and I fancied I knew my way around the galaxy.

In hindsight I should have wondered why none of the locals wanted the job. But at the time I thought it wouldn't be anything but a fun little adventure, and maybe a chance to do some good for the universe, without the Doctor peeping over my shoulder and rescuing me all the time. I can do things by myself, you know. So I said yes.

They told me I'd be on television for two hours every night, broadcast live to the whole planet. That sounded like a bit of fun. And every night I'd be able to make one proposal for the people of Baros to vote on. They'd all buzz in on their home vidscreens, yes or no. I did think at the time it was a bit of a funny system of government, but after all, Earth can be a pretty strange place too.

So the first day of my term I got dressed up real nice, in makeup and heels and this lovely blue shimmering dress that the Barossians had made specially for me, and I got up on this stage in front of a live studio audience and all these holo-cameras broadcasting me across the planet. Barossians can be a little intimidating. They look just like us, but they're all six feet tell and devastatingly attractive. And I did wonder why they all seemed to be stifling giggles.

But I had my first proposal all worked out. It was something about recycling, I think. I gave my little speech about how we should all be **** to the planet, just something little to start them off with, and I have to admit I felt very presidential. It was a rush. The whole planet, tuned in, hanging on my every word... I felt great. Really confident. Like I could do anything I wanted to.

I wrapped up my speech. The voice of the announcer came on, telling everyone in Baros that it was time to vote. If they wanted to start recycling more, buzz in YES on your home viewscreen. If you didn't, buzz in NO, and see what happens. I stood there, watching the votes come in, crossing my fingers...

The final count flashed up. 58% NO. What happened? Did people on Baros hate their planet? Was my speech really that bad? I didn't have long to think about it, though, because at that moment the straps on my dress snapped and all that shimmering fabric slithered to the floor, leaving me standing before the whole planet in nothing but my yellow cotton bra and panties.

I squealed and knelt down as quickly as I could, trying to snatch up the dress. Somehow it kept sliding through my fingers.

"Bad luck," the announcer said. "President Peri's proposal fails to pass. You all know what that means, folks. Peri gets punished."

And as I crouched sheepishly before the holo-cameras in nothing but my skimpy underwear, fumbling for the dress, cheeks blazing red, looking completely ridiculous, I realised why nobody else had volunteered for the job.

-

"I object," said the Judge. "You are not nude enough in this story."

"I'm getting to it, okay?" snapped Peri. "Jeez."

"You will be nude later?"

"Yes! Yes, I'll be... nude. I guess."

-

The next day I came prepared. I had a really fantastic speech prepared about reforming the justice system, and maybe making it so that all punishments on Baros didn't automatically involve the loss of dignity. I needed a win. See, the loss of the dress was permanent. I hadn't been given any clothes back after fleeing the stage in my undies, blushing and squirming. I had to earn them back by winning some votes. Until then, I'd be stuck performing all my presidential duties in nothing but my bra and panties.

That meant touring factories. Shaking hands with voters. Meeting foreign dignitaries. It had been a very long, very uncomfortable day for me, although very amusing for a lot of voters and foreign dignitiaries. By the time I got up on that stage I was ready to give it my all. I knew exactly what I was going to say and how I was going to say it. I was going to win my dress back, and then get off this stupid planet forever.

It was one of the best speeches I'd ever given. I worked hard on it. Every word was perfect. And the count came in - 69% NO.

I barely had time to be surprised before my bra fell off, and the whole planet was treated to the sight of my bare tits. By the time I covered them with my hands, standing before them in nothing but my panties and squealing pathetically, it was too late. I'd lost two votes in a row and had my boobs exposed to the world.

The next day was even more embarrassing than the last. It's hard to shake hands and hide your breasts at the same time.

By my third proposal I was furious. I gave the Barossians a real piece of my mind, about how dare they make fun of an innocent woman by tricking her into playing this ridiculous game, and finished by proposing they all go jump in a lake. The results came back in. I was surprised to find the count was only 53% NO, and even more surprised to find my panties suddenly get very heavy. I started pleading for mercy as I clung to them, whining in the most **** way, but it was too late. They were coming down. And I was going to serve the rest of my term naked, except for my high heels and my makeup.

-

"Anthropologically fascinating," said the Judge.

"I'm done now? Alright? I got to the... the naked part?"

"More detail is required. Did you continue to appear on television?"

-

After that the days got longer, and the punishments got more creative.

My duties as president varied. Some days I'd tour a whole city, being shown around the parks and factories and marching through the streets in front of cheering crowds. Other days I'd preside over senate meetings, standing at my dais while furious debate raged all around me. I'd open libraries, launch ships, sign books and greet ambassadors. Once I even had to begin a session of the Galactic Federation of Planets, standing before representatives of a hundred worlds with nothing on but a smile.

The whole time I was nude. Naked. Au naturel. Blushing and squealing and squirming and wanting to sink into the earth. All the Barossians thought it was hilarious.

But the worst part was the punishments. Each night I'd have to appear on everyone's vidscreen, nude, begging them to vote for lower taxes or better subways or anything that crossed my mind. Once or twice I actually won, and got my panties back, though I always immediately lost them again the next day. But mostly I lost. And when I lost...

... first,, there was the spanking robot. The spanking robot would pin me down over its metal knee and gave my bottom the paddling of a lifetime, while I kicked and whimpered and swore and pleaded for it to stop. I hated the spanking robot.

Then there was the tickling robot. It held me up into the air with my legs spread wide apart so everyone could see my pussy, and tickled me with fingers made of feathers on the end of steel tentacles. Sometimes it tickled my feet. Other times it tickled my ribs, or my thighs, or my nipples, or my pussy. I hated the tickling robot even more.

Sometimes a trapdoor opened up and dropped me into an ice bath, or an enormous cake. Other times I had to dance, or sing a song, or play with myself. Sometimes they gave me cat ears and a collar with a bell and made me wear them all the next day, meowing whenever I spoke. Or they wrote rude messages all over my body in semi-permanent paint. Or they put clothespins on my nipples and used them to lead me around the city. Or they locked me in a cage and dipped me in honey and feathers... do I really have to list all these?

-

"All of this is vital evidence," said the Judge. "Most compelling. Bringing in additional evidence to confirm story."

"W-what? Additional evidence? But I don't..."

There was a flash of white light, and Peri's mouth dropped open as she realised what had just been brought into the courtroom. "Wait! Please, no! Not that again! I'll do anything, just..."

"MUST SPANK GIRLS. MUST SPANK GIRLS."

"You will now demonstrate the function of the spanking robot," said the Judge, as Peri was dragged inexorably toward the huge paddle-handed mechanical man, squealing and protesting all the way. Its eyes flashed red as it reached up to grab her. "GIRL DETECTED. SPANKING MODE ENGAGED."

"No!"

"TARGET IDENTIFIED AS: VERY NAUGHTY. SPANKING LEVEL SET TO: MAXIMUM."

SMACK.

"Ow!"

"MUST SPANK GIRLS."