Watch the developments from your WAR room

Thanks to a sophisticated crystal-ball display, you're able to monitor all of this from the WAR Saferoom, a secure space that WAR has long maintained to protect their modesty from Raider. Jennifer was **** to reveal the room to you, but it's the only space on campus that the Order does not yet know about. Jennifer is currently straddling Raider's lap, wearing nothing but her glasses, trying to squirm out of his grip as you watch the WAR girls' punishment.

All around you, as many WAR girls as you could gather are begrudgingly changing into pink singlets and tutus at Raider's command. There's Pei, a cute, long-haired eastern girl, glaring daggers at you as you catch her tugging the confining garment out of her butt. There's Nat, a pink-haired tomboy, looking very red-faced indeed in her exceedingly girlish ensemble. Hiding among a cluster of elf girls you spot Yandra, a silver-haired girl with cat ears and a tail. It would seem that the elf girls have formed a ring around her to shield her form your eyes while they try to grapple with the problem of adjusting her singlet to accommodate this tail.

Yrelle, a sporty orc girl in a ponytail and a black set of underwear, stomps up to Raider. She's only managed to get her singlet halfway up her body, and only by allowing it to intrude halfway up her ass.

"Why do we have to wear these things?" she says. "And why are there none in my size?"

"It's all part of the grand plan," says Raider. "And I'm sorry yours doesn't fit. I don't think I'm blowing your mind when I say that the typical WAR girl's figure is significantly less shapely than your own. Just do your best."

"I've got this, Raider," you say, stepping in to help Yrelle. You hop up on her shoulders and give the singlet a mighty yank, finally tugging it into place. The orc girl grabs her crotch and goes a little cross-eyed in the process, and the fabric tears around her cleavage, but it looks like she's finally tutu'ed up.

"About this 'grand plan'," says Jennifer, trying to prize Raider's grip off of her little ass, "I still don't understand it. What information are we gleaning from watching the girls get spanked?"

"Hey, we now know that Hanna is a naughty girl whose red ass belongs to Raider," you say. "That's espionage you can take to the bank!"

"But we already knew that," admits Raider, rubbing his chin in thought. "All of these girls' butts belong to me. Sound off, WAR!"

"Our butts belong to Raider!" chorus the WAR girls, on cue.

"Very good," says Raider. "Yes, we're going to have to step up our game. Let's see what happens when a _faculty member _gets punished."

"But..." Jennifer's eyes go wide. "You're not going to send me out there, are you?"

"C'mon! It'll be fun! If you get nervous, just imagine all of your students seeing your tiny tits jiggle about while your ass is spanked!"

"No!" she snaps. "I'm not doing it! This is all a ridiculous ploy to humiliate us, and I'm not taking part until I'm convinced we're taking real, effective action against..."

She trails off as Raider whispers into her ear. Gradually, her anger falls, and her blush deepens.

"Oh," she says, resignedly. "Right. That's actually a very good plan. Sorry to have questioned you."

"And?" says Raider.

"And... my butt belongs to Raider."

"Attagirl!" Raider stands Jennifer up and gives her a friendly swat in the ass. "Now, where should we send you for maximum exposure?"