Bev flashes back some more

That was the first day of going to class in her underwear.

The second day, Bev woke up to find that all of her clothes were still missing. But this time there wasn't any underwear in the tree on the lawn.

"We've hidden your underwear," said Tiffany. "It's somewhere in the dorm building. You have to find it."

"But the class starts in forty-five minutes!"

"Then you'll have to find it quickly. Or you'll be going to class naked."

So Bev had to run all around the dorms, stark naked, knocking on everyone's door and asking if they'd seen her underwear. Eventually, she found a blue bra and a stripy blue pair of panties in the freezer in the kitchen. They were very cold, and uncomfortable to wear, but she had to put them on anyway. And then she had to run all the way to class in her cold blue bra and panties.

The third day, her underwear had been hidden in the room of a cute boy she had a crush on. She had to go up to the cute boy, in the nude, and ask him very politely if she could please have her underwear so she didn't have to go to class with no clothes on. He laughed at her and told her she looked very silly. Then he gave her an extra-small lacy red thong and a pair of red heart-shaped pasties to cover her nipples. At lunch that day the cheerleaders bent her over the table and spanked her bottom red in front of the cute boy, and she had to go to all her afternoon classes with a red bottom.

On the fourth day, the cheerleaders gave her a very special pair of lacy black panties. She didn't realize until five minutes into her first class that they were vibrating panties. And then she had to sit through the whole class in nothing but her lacy black panties and translucent bra, biting back whimpers and squeals as her special spots were slowly teased and vibrated. Her next class was Women and Comedy, and she had to give a presentation in front of the whole lecture theatre, gasping and moaning her way through it. And no matter how much she begged the cheerleaders for mercy, they wouldn't let her cum.

The day after that, she was back in her pink bra and panties. She had to sing a song on the lawn between each class, and if her panties fell down halfway through she wasn't allowed to pull them back up until the song was over. But at least it was Friday. Starting tomorrow, she'd be allowed to wear clothes again.

That's what Bev was thinking as she sat in class, in her underwear, in front of absolutely everyone. It was totally, completely humiliating, and every day had been worse than the last. Still, at least she wasn't naked. And at least her ordeal would soon be over.