Yiantra learns her new job

"There must be some mistake," Yiantra says, rapidly flipping back and forth through the pages of her holy book. "This can't really be a commandment, can it?"

"Says so right there. First commandment of Etherial, goddess of female embarrassment. Thou shalt do whatever Raider says."

"But... but that'll be really embarrassing!"

"I think that's the point."

"I won't do it! I quit... ow!"

"Second commandment. Thou that renounce Etherial, once having accepted her, will recieve divine spankings and nipple-tweakings and great misfortune."

Yiantra is hopping around, clutching her behind as it rapidly turns red under the **** of invisible blows. "Eek! Ow! Make it stop! Okay, okay, I don't quit!"

"Great. Now give me your thong."

"But..."

"But then you'll be naked? In public? Before the whole congregation? And it'll be completely humiliating?"

"Yes!"

"Cool. Hand it over."

Very reluctantly, Yiantra peels the thong down her legs and hands it over to you, revealing her pert heart-shaped bottom and the golden curls between her legs. At a gesture from you, she's **** to spin round with her hands on her head to give everyone a good long at her beautiful body from every angle. Her face is blazing red with anger, and she looks like she wants to wrap her hands around your throat, but of course there's nothing she can do.

"Give us the vault password."

"Parallelogram."

"Good. Now have a look at the new ceremonies."

"This can't be right," mutters Yiantra, blushing even more as she flips through the pages of the rewritten holy book. "Jumping jacks? An aerobic routine? I don't even have a feather duster!"

"Here you go."

"And then I have be spanked by every member of the congregation while shouting out my deepest, most intimate sexual secrets? I don't even have any secrets?"

"Sure you do. Tell us one right now."

"I like it in the ass. Oh my god."

Some of the congregants are beginning to giggle. Yiantra shoots them a dirty look. "Just so you know," she says, "I'm not the only one doing this. Every woman in the audience has to strip naked, be baptised in ice-cold custard and run across the school shouting "I'm a naughty girl!" at the top of her lungs. You're not allowed back indoors until you've licked it all off each other."

"Wait," Daisy whispers. "That's not written down..."

"Shhhh." You raise your voice. "Alright, we'll leave you to it. Lots to do. You know how it is. Parallelogram, was it?"

"Right..."

"Enjoy the jumping jacks!"

"Augh! Damn you, Raider!"