Get Yiantra

"You wanted to see me, Headmaster?"

Yiantra has just opened the door to Venn's office, and is surprised to see you and Raider waiting for her. You are beside yourself with giggling, your breasts quaking adorably with every titter.

"Yiantra," says Venn, "you've been summoned here because we're taking disciplinary action against you. I'm afraid your disdain for the non-elven students has gotten out of hand."

The blonde elf frowns. "Headmaster, I must object. I have shown no preference to--"

"Just today, I received a complaint from the orc student, Thuddra," says Venn. "Apparently Raider had just stripped Meia, and you instructed Thuddra to remove her dress so that the elf student could cover herself."

"Surely you can see my logic there," says Yiantra. "Right?"

"This is hardly an isolated incident," says Venn.

"Perhaps, but... I'm sorry, but do Raider and Daisy need to be present for this?"

"They do. Since you have not responded to conventional punishments, and since we're hardly in a position to release faculty, I've asked Raider to handle your discipline today. You are to follow her instructions as if they came from me."

Yiantra blanches. "No."

"Yes, Yiantra."

"No!" she shouts, stamping her foot like a petulant child. "Headmaster, you can't put me in the hands of a student! Especially one who is probably going to pay grievous insults to my elven dignity!"

"Your 'elven dignity' is a luxury that starts to grate on my nerves, frankly," says Venn.

Yiantra continues to throw a tantrum as Raider rises from his seat, smiles down at her affably, and says, "Take your clothes off."

Yiantra meets Raider's gaze with defiance, clinging to her gown with both hands.

"Ma'am, please," says Raider. "Take your clothes off. All of them. If you don't, Daisy is going to want to take over the operation."

She looks at you. You grin back at her, pick up a wooden paddle, and kiss it without ever breaking eye contact.

She swallows.

Slowly, she takes her silken gown by the hem and starts to ease it off of her body. It's a sensual process -- the garment fits her so gloriously, it clings to her skin without any straps, zips, ties, or buttons holding it up. Watching her remove it is like watching someone climb out of a soapy bath. Minutes later, it pools at her feet, a couple of gelatinous breast pads coming to rest atop it. She stands before you now in nothing but her delicate, sparkling thong, her hands crossed over her modestly curved breasts.

You laugh. "Even an elf as prissy as you can't ignore her vanity, huh? Nice underpants, tiny-tits."

"Daisy, be nice," says Raider. "I think her breasts are really cute. And as for your 'underpants', Yiantra, I did tell you to remove all your clothing."

Yiantra stalls a minute to marshal her grit, then turns her back to you and braces a hand against the wall to steady herself as she lifts her first leg out of her panties. You're treated to a great view of her bending over, her little ass flexing delightfully while her legs go through the motions of shedding her final scrap of modesty. Then, her arms crossed over her body, she turns back around and kicks the panties to you. You catch them cheekily and put them on your head.

"Beautiful," says Raider. "Isn't she? It's such an artistic juxtaposition of the authority figure and her nakedness. I look in her eyes, and see the proud elven professor, but then I look at her cute little bellybutton, and see the bare and **** creature she is beneath her facade."

"Yeah, and she's got a tight little tushie, too," you say. "What do you want to do with it?"

"You wanted to see me, Headmaster?"

The door has opened again, and Jennifer has entered the room. Before she can even take stock of the naked elf woman in her presence, Raider has snatched her up under the arm and stripped her down to her skinny little birthday suit. He then sets her down in front of Yiantra.

"As I see it," says Raider, "the lovely Yiantra is having trouble empathizing with her non-elven neighbors, so we're going to help her get closer with a few of the races she sees as lesser."

Jennifer, still partially dazed from the experience of being so suddenly stripped, regains the presence of mind to grab her own itty-bitties and voice a very important question: "...What?"

"Don't you understand plain language, girls?" you say, waggling your paddle at them. "Raider says that Yiantra is going to have some girl-on-girl time! Let's see you two kiss!"