Hell, no!

Meryl shook her head again, she had principles, even if she didn't have any underwear. Cheryl shrugged. "Your funeral, Baby Doll." Her face disappeared from view, and a second later Meryl heard her scream. "Oh my god! There's someone under here! Under my table, peeking at my underwear!" The class was immediately set abuzz, and Meryl tried to scramble out of the way even as the table cloth was pulled away and the tutor crouched down to inspect the space under the table. Meryl squeaked, trying to crawl away to the next bit of table, but the tutor called out, "Whoever that is, come out from under here!" The tutor grasped at Meryl's foot, and she instinctively tried to kick his hand away, but it only came back stronger and more insistent, closing around one of her shoes and making contact with her still-sodden sock. "What on earth?" The tutor said, loudly, tugging hard on Meryl's leg. She yelped as the strong hand pulled her back and she was dragged unceremoniously out into the open, her skirt bunching and riding up beneath her to reveal her buttocks once again.

Gasps went up among the class as Meryl's naked arse came into view, and within moments she heard the snapping of phone cameras. "Let go!" She cried. "Let go of—ouch!" The harsh carpeting of the classroom was chafing horrendously against her bare breasts, her nipples feeling as if they were being rubbed up against a cheese grater. She forgot herself in her panic and flailed her legs wildly, flashing her pussy to half the class, and the tutor, who was best positioned to see it in all its glory. When she realised what she'd done, she closed her legs and tried to fix her skirt, but found that it was still pinned by her position on the floor. All she could manage under such circumstances was clamping her hands over each cheek once again, vainly trying to cover her not-insubstantial rear end even as the pale flesh peeked through between her fingers.

"Please, let go!" She screamed, as the tutor tried to haul her to feet without acidentally fondling any of her exposed assets. The tutor grabbed her arm and tried to pull her up, but Meryl's struggling stopped her from regaining her footing, and she went back down, legs splaying, her pussy lips opening teasingly for all the class to see, and her breasts quivering with all that movement. "No, no, no, no!" She shrieked, trying frantically to move her skirt back down, even as the tutor yelled at her.

"Get back up and cover yourself up, you—you..." The tutor trailed off, apparently at a loss for words. Meryl tried to stand back up, unsure at this point whether or not to cover her face or any of her other features. ultimately deciding to shield her face, so as to conceal her identity. Cheryl, however had other plans. Smirking all the while, she called out loudly "Isn't that Meryl? Meryl Prentiss? Oh my god, it is! Meryl!" Meryl was overcome with panic, rushing in the vague direction of the door, but alas her hands were impairing her vision, and she smacked stomach-first into the side of a table, winding herself. She fell back onto her butt yet again, hands cradling her stomach and leaving everything else on show.

The tutor was leaving the room, and she could hear him out in the hall, yelling for help. Meryl knew she had to get out of here, that if she didn't get up and leave right that instant, she'd be well and truly humbled, and most likely brought up before her head of year and Personal Tutor; the pain was just too intense, though, waves of a dull, aching throb crashing against her belly. She lost all concept of time as she lay there, and it was only when campus security was grabbing her by her arms that she registered any time had passed at all. "W—what?" She whispered. "What's happening? What are you—"

Wordlessly, the security guards pulled her to her feet and all but dragged her from the room, and she found herself facing the class even as they took her away. She looked down, mortified at her uncovered breasts, the remains of her blouse flapping uselessly around them. "No...this can't be...I—" Her eyes travelled back up to the class, and she saw a sea of faces, their reactions ranging from confusion to disgust, right through to open approval and even arousal. She locked eyes with Cheryl last, and saw her 'friend' grinning widely, her own gaze fixed on Meryl's chest. Meryl turned her head away, unable to look upon the horrifying situation any longer.

Thirty minutes later, she had a blanket wrapped tightly around her and was sitting meekly in a chair before the desk of her head of department, Graham Runciter. "Miss Prentiss," he said, audibly tsking. "What are we going to do with you? Well, actually what I'd like to know first is what the hell has gotten into you?"

Meryl didn't answer, she didn't even dare lift her gaze from her own shoes.

"Are you going to sit there in silence? By all accounts you haven't been such a blushing violet for the past few hours. He sorted through a series of papers on the desk, reciting information as he went. "Caught receiving oral sex from another student in Coach Merryweather's office this morning."

Meryl glanced up. "That wasn't—"

"Don't. I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt after this first incident, but everything else?" He turned a page on a sheaf of papers. "Making a spectacle of yourself in your Science class? Sitting on another pupil's face, giving a contracted workman some kind of...lap dance? Hiding half-naked under a table in a crowded classroom and peeping at another girl's underwear? In one day you've torched years of good work, strong extra-curriculars. It's a shame, it really is," Graham sighed. "You had potential Meryl, you really did...but this many instances of indecent exposure? This much sexual harassment? I don't see a way back from this."

Meryl squeaked, looking around with something of the deer-in-headlights about her. "I...I didn't...I didn't mean...I didn't even want to—" She was cut off by the sound of the office door opening behind her, and she looked over her shoulder to see her Father walking in, with a face like thunder. "Unbelievable!" He said, that was the first word out of his mouth. "Unbe-fucking-lievable! What has your mother been teaching you girls? What's been going on since I moved out?! Huh?"

Meryl went back to staring at her shoes. "It was an accident, D—daddy, I swear!"

"An accident? Sounds like a lot of 'accidents' to me, all in a row. You make one mistake, it's an accident, you make the same mistake this many times in one day? That's deliberate in my book."

"No! I—"

"NO NOTHING!" Her father came round to the side of her chair and crouched, with barely-contained rage in his eyes. "You've become the exact kind of girl we didn't want you to be! The exact kind!"

Meryl felt tears welling up in her eyes. There was no way to explain this away, she had no excuse for what had happened, other than an almighty run of bad luck...

Graham regarded Meryl sadly, then turned his attention to Meryl's father. "Mr Prentiss? I think you should take things from here. I'm really not sure there's anything I can do for your daughter at this point."

"I understand," Meryl's father put his hand on Meryl's shoulder. It was not a comforting gesture. "Come on, I have something in mind for dealing with you." He gave the head of year a final nod, then all but **** Meryl to stand and marched her back out through the door. As they left the admin building, he turned to her and said, "You want to be seen? You want so badly to show yourself off? Well, I have just the thing for you." He smiled coldly, and led her out into the middle of campus, a walk that was usually quick enough from the admin building, but right now felt like it lasted an eternity. The day was mostly warm, but there was an undeniable chill to the intermittent gusts of wind. Meryl held on to her skirt so it didn't blow up in it, and her father scoffed loudly. "Oh, now she knows how to keep her skirt where it should be." He stalked over to a raised bit of wall, behind which a small bit of greenery flourished, and sat on it. Meryl went to sit next to him, but he held up a hand to stop her. "No," he said, shaking his head. "Not here, right now your place," he slapped his own thigh. "is here."

"S—sitting on your lap? Why—"

"Not sitting. You lay on it, on your front." Meryl hesitated, then went to do it, seeing the wrath in his eyes and knowing instinctively to take it seriously. Before she could follow his instructions, he held up his hand again. "First, your clothes." He said.

"M—my clothes?"

"Off. All of them."

Meryl flushed at the very idea. "Daddy, you can't be serious—"

"Don't test me, or you'll see how serious I really am."

Meryl swallowed with some difficulty, owing to her parched throat. It must have been hours since she'd last drunk anything. "But...here?" She looked around at the bustling campus surrounding them both. Meryl's father nodded gravely. "Here, no place better in my view."