Just wing it!

Scrambling through her notes, Emily reviewed the meager amount she had written down, nervously going through it again and again in her head. It wasn't that compelling, but it was safer than her previous plans. She knew she was skilled enough to keep her dress stiffly pointed down during self-levitation, she had practiced that very thing earlier that same month, but with her current predicament she couldn't trust Gala to leave her uninterrupted in her performance.

She began prattling off basic information, methods and forms her mother had taught her, and the class immediately losing interest as she'd hoped. She wanted them to ignore her, to look away, not to pay too close attention. She went over the basics of self-levitation, but only lifted herself a measly few inches off the floor, hardly comparable to her previous show of reaching near flight without using a broom or staff.

The presentation ran on and on, even Gala's previous cruel excitement dying down, and Emily reached the end of her notes. Deciding to cut things short and risk the low grade, she borrowed Gala's tricks and began to draw a magic circle. Much simpler, mind you, as she was better at self-casting and verbal magic in general than inscriptions and drawn magic, though she was quite pleased with how her art practice had improved her ability to draw what little she knew about magic circles.

Somehow making the ability to let yourself fly seem boring, Emily nearly reached the home stretch, the class was uninterested and it seemed like the only two left staring were Ms. Derris and Gala, who was even starting to look uncomfortable. Hah, whatever you had planned, I won't indulge it, bitch.

Activating the circle, it also lifted her only a few inches off the ground. Speaking quickly and with some difficulty keeping herself steady, Emily explained her methods of controlling magic circles remotely, a concept she was actually quite proud of getting the hang of, but made to seem dull as she droned on about it. Gliding downwards slowly, Emily was just about to touch the floor when Gala smirked. Emily panicked and lifted herself afloat again, her dress fluttering upwards slightly before she regained control. What did Gala have planned?

That's when she realized it: the circle she had drawn was over top of the spot Gala's used to be. Panic flooded her mind, as she desperately clung on to her speech, extending it at much as possible, delaying the inevitable. In her rush to leave the stage, she entirely forgot about Gala's circle. She had never deactivated it, nor erased it, she had only hidden it. Emily sensed the magic emanating from below her, strong the closed she left herself fall to the ground. Gala clearly had some knowledge of remote controlled circles too, that or she stole someone else's design, as Emily hadn't even noticed the lingering presence before she had already drawn her own circle.

She was conflicted. On the one hand, she could just float herself away, but on the other, it would increase the risk of her own circle backfiring, the spiral of wind stronger near the sides. If she moved anywhere outside of the center of her circle, her dress would fly up on its own anyways, regardless of what Gala had planned.

The Teacher was looking bored now too, clearly wanting class to be over. Deciding she couldn't stall forever, Emily prepared herself, gripping her dress at the skirt prematurely, and flung herself a good two feet to the side. Her dress caught a stray draft and tried to fly away, but she managed just barely to hold its hem down as she flew. Making a show of it, she twirled and spun up into the air before dropping back down to the ground slowly, gracefully letting herself down. The few students who had turned to look clapped unenthusiastically. An act of pity, she knew, but at least it was better than this embarrassing performance going on forever.

Unfortunately, Gala's smug face remained, and as Emily fully stood on the ground again, unprepared for any gust from below, Gala's circle went off, triggering her own as well and causing a maelstrom of upward winds, expanding across almost the whole stage. That bitch, she set this all up last night! That's why she was waiting around here for me!

The upwards current caught her loose dress and practically tore it off her body, Emily going upwards a good way with it and watching helplessly as her hat was blasted off. Some students screamed in surprise, others laughed, some barely reacted at all, but they were all staring now at the stage, Emily dangling from her dress, lower half fully exposed for the world to see. The winds turned and spun her around, eventually dislodging her from her dress entirely, giving everyone a show as she fought for control, her flailing just giving more angles to appreciate her naked ass, wide hips and bouncing breasts, her bare pussy frigid in the cold winds, almost feeling a bit enjoyable after the initial shock wore off, much to her own further embarrassment.

Ms. Derris, once snapped out of her shock, cast a nullifying spell and let Emily drop to the ground, naked and chilled. She stomped up onto the stage and glared down at Emily.

"What is the meaning of this!? What sort of... of, exhibitionist show is this!? Where is your underwear young woman?" She berated, the less straight-laced (and less straight) of the class still ogling Emily from a distance.

"I-I lost them this morning, ma'am, a-and this magic wasn't-"

"Silence! I know a slut when I see one." Her mouth curved upwards in a cruel smile, almost as if she was enjoying this as much as Gala was, her muffled cackling very audible among the now shocked to silence crowd.

"So, if you're so keen on exposing yourself like this, how about I demonstrate the true heights of Levitation magic on you?"

Emily panicked, waving her arms in resistance and scrambling to her feet.

"N-No! Please, I didn't-"

But it was too late. Once Ms. Derris had an idea in her head, she was going through with it whether her students liked it or not.

Emily found herself floating up, not a gust of wind to be felt, as she hovered dangerously over the edge of the stage. Her teacher below began monologuing about how true levitation magic works, lowering the gravitational pull of an object by offsetting it with magical ****, using pure magic to slice through the air, rather than utilizing that air to create winds and keep your levitated object afloat.

All the while, Emily was held still like a doll, unable to move her arms or legs at all, hovering just over the class. Some daring students got closer, one perverted girl even tried to reach out and touch her, Derris waiting just until the girl had gotten close enough to practically feel her warmth before pulling Emily away, a disappointed groan coming from her would-be groper.

She began explaining about manipulating objects with levitation magic, inferior to Commanding magic or Mind Control, but useful on restrained targets and toys. She spat out the last word as she glowered at Emily, before spreading the girl's knees wide, her arms raising above and behind her head. Her pose was that of a crouching slut, her elbows and knees wide with her hands and feet were stuck together like glue. Some audience members whooped and cheered for the show, others backed away shyly, Gala just watched, her hands below her desk-

WAS SHE FUCKING MASTURBATING!? Glancing around the crowd, it seemed she wasn't the only one, much to Emily's full embarrassment and slight pride. She silently cursed Gala, but was also slightly flattered that the prankster found her attractive despite all she did to Emily, in a weird, self-satisfied way.

Emily struggled against the magic, her own ambient power far too weak to resist such a strong spell. Her body was spun around next, arms held behind her back like they were cuffs, as her legs were lifted in a sort of dance, kicking high up and giving the witches below a show, before falling back into place, the other leg raised next. She began to think Ms. Derris held a grudge from when Emily upstaged her during her own class earlier this month...

Derris made sure to show off every angle, her every curve, her smooth stomach and slight hourglass figure, her every angle from below and to the side, laying her down sideways on invisible mattresses of air and even making her crawl through the sky on all fours, head down, ass raised, occasionally giving it a wiggle towards the audience. Her face was bright red, the situation making her feel a bit free and sexy in a weird, masochistic way, silently proving her teacher right about her exhibitionism, a trait Emily herself didn't even know about prior to this odd, **** show.

At the very least, it wasn't painful. The movements felt more like suggestions, and while Emily was too weak to resist, it wasn't a struggle to hold herself up like it was during Gala's torment.

Eventually, after what felt like an eternity of being suspended mid-air, **** to dance and sexily spin for her teacher and classmates' pleasure, Ms. Derris set her down, forcing her to kneel in front of her.

Excited and slightly dizzy from her ride, Emily stared up at her teacher. She was a tall woman, 6'2", and had an intimidating face, now showcasing her cruel side as she smiled perversely down at her naked student. Her body was pear shaped, with her form-fitting skirt and teacher's suit emphasizing her wide hips. Her chest was modest, but her ass more than made up for it, and though she had put on a bit of weight, her form stayed perfect over the years, her pudgy stomach only furthering to tighten her clothes and make her form more visible. She was only 37, a shock to Emily due to her gray hair, but Derris apparently had it dyed with magic every morning, thinking it gave her more of an authoritative look. Plus, as much as Emily hated to admit it, it did make her look like a bit of a silver vixen, despite her only being middle-aged.

Emily was decisively bi, despite still being a virgin, but she wasn't particularly into older women. Even still, she felt some form of submissive glee being at her teacher's feet after the situation she was just put through, despite her lingering anger at her tormentors. Her teacher seemed to recognize that fact, and despite Emily's outward defiant face, her instructor could clearly see right through her.

"Alright, I think that's enough humiliation. You understand your place now, yes?"

It was never about her being in violation of school rules, or any accused exhibitionism, Emily realized. There were no rules against teachers or staff members interacting sexually with students, it was simply seen as part of the nature of being a witch to be openly sexual, due to the nature of most magic. Derris had taken a liking to her, or rather, she desired Emily to be submissive to her. She wasn't a particularly bad troublemaker, per se, but Emily was often upstaging the class or flexing her knowledge and skill, and it seems her teacher's frustrations were manifesting now as an urge to put her in her place.

Understanding her situation, knowing she might be made to go the full day naked if she said no, she simply nodded at her teacher, who released the spell.

"Good. Now, the rest of you horny witches, go eat. Class dismissed."

Emily waddled over to her dress, still worn out from the previous hour of teasing and levitation. Donning her clothes again, setting her hat firmly back on her head, Emily tried to make herself appear as confident and possible as she stepped out into the halls, quickly walking towards the lunch hall, just hearing the midday bell ring as she left the classroom.

She brushed past Gala on her way, stopping just as she passed. The girl was still a bit pent up, she could tell, and Emily turned back around with a plot in mind.

"Say, Gala, I wanted to thank you."

The girl paused, her smug smile knocked directly off her face, replaced by a distinct look of confusion.

"...What for?"

"For giving me the chance to do this."

Whipping out her wand, Emily briskly chanted a wind spell, calling it from the open windows in the hall straight to Gala's uniform skirt. The wind was intense and unrelenting, blowing upwards and revealing the girl's soaked panties, her legs practically drenched from her earlier enjoyment of Emily's **** show.

The girls around stared, giggling and pointing, understanding full well what Gala's appearance meant. Some whispered to eachother, others looked away as they had when Emily was being made an example of.

Before her now fuming "secret" admirer had a chance to retort or retaliate, Emily made a run for it, slightly less worried now about her lack of underwear as she sprinted through the halls.

Emily sat with her friends around a long, wooden table in the lunch hall, the initial excitement worn off and Emily fully depressed at her realization. She was going to be a target for even more harassment than usual once this story spread. She still didn't even know where to begin searching for her underwear.

Digging in to her pancakes, Emily cried muffled grievances into the fluffy breakfast food. She usually loved the school's brunch weeks, but she could tell this one wasn't going to be as sweet. One of her friends patted her on the back, the other two at the table sharing a mildly amused but sympathetic look.

"You'll be alright, Em, you always are. You can borrow some of my underwear if you'd like?" Lierra offered, her brown, almond-shaped eyes watching her face, brushing a lock of witch-black hair out of her eyes as Emily glanced up at her.

"Thanks, Lee. If the mail mice can't find them by tonight, I'll stop by your room."

Lierra Rend was one of the school's few truly kind souls, known among first years as a supportive person who's always there as a shoulder to cry on. Though a second year herself, she was rarely picked on due to her good reputation among first-years, and her kind, pretty face made it hard to keep the will to hurt her in any way for very long. Her long, straight hair was usually worn in a side braid, set over whichever shoulder she preferred for the day, but she had just gotten it cut and it was loose, obviously annoying her as she kept having to brush it out of her face. She wasn't all too curvaceous, a bit on the shorter side and quite slim, with a flat chest to boot, but she was pretty regardless of her form.

"Hey, Lee, have you loaned her underwear before? I could have sworn I saw a pair of yours in Em's room one time..." Clare feigned ignorance, stroking her chin as she looked at the two sitting across from her, before letting out a pretend gasp of surprise, "You two couldn't be doing anything naughty together, could you?"

"Oh, shut up Clare! You know we have sleepovers sometimes, and Fenn can attest to nothing lewd happening there," Emily retorted.

Fenn simply nodded, too engulfed in her book to bother looking up.

Clarissa and Fennick Pendel, older and younger sisters respectively who attend the Academy together. Fenn was adopted, but they were both incredibly close as sisters, and were skilled witches already despite their both being half-witches. Clare's natural raven-black hair was often dyed with a red streak, and Fenn just recently started dying hers a dark purple in a similar way. Fenn looked up to Clare, her bold and outgoing nature in stark contrast to Fenn's shy and reclusive personality, but the younger sister was a more adept mage, although she insisted it was just because Clare never studied that she had taken the lead in skill. Fenn's hair was spiked and messy, and her lighter skin and light blue eyes gave her an almost ghostly appearance, which she seemed to actually quite like. Despite her thin frame, thinner than even Lierra, her chest was huge, even bigger than Emily's and the object if jealousy from multiple other first years. Clare was comparable in chest size, but unlike her sister in any other way. She had a wider build, was well muscled and slightly tanned, and had a piercing green gaze, her eyes a lighter emerald shade compared to Emily's.

The four had been fast friends ever since they met, Lierra actually being the one to bring them together. While they often teased eachother and joked around, they were all close, and their teasing occasionally drifted into the sexual realm, the four of them having a sort of tension among themselves that occasionally came out in a joke or playful flirt. Fenn in particular seemed to have a crush on Emily, though she wasn't entirely certain and was pretty sure if she asked any one of the other girls Fenn would explode with how embarrassed she often got at the mildest teasing.

Luckily, none of them had been there for her class, Lierra being attending her second year classes, and the sisters both being at Potions class today instead. They would have never let her live the display down if they knew the wilder rumors were actually true.

The group chatted for a while, luckily avoiding the hot topic of Emily's punishment any further, beyond a remark from Clare that got her an elbow from her sister.

As she spaced out, enjoying the background noise of the two arguing as she and Lierra ate her food in peace, Emily spotted something. Kaylie, sitting two tables down from her, was staring directly at her, Gala whispering something to her. Emily made eye contact with the "princess," and for just a moment they shared a knowing look. Kaylie was behind Gala's actions, and Emily thought back to the mysterious meeting in the first year dorms last night. Shooting the mastermind a scowl, Kaylie returned the favor by sticking out her tongue playfully, a childish gesture, but one that all but confirmed any doubts Emily still had.

The pranks and torment weren't going to end any time soon.