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Chapter 3 by Guforess Guforess

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An unbanned punishment

In the past, students were were deemed disruptive or slow in learning were sent to the corner with a dunce cap on their heads, a mark of shame that brought them mockery. In the 20th century however, it was seen as barbaric and counterproductive. As such, the practice was all but shunned and banned from all schools.

Yet, with the average intelligence in the country going down year by year, the U.S department of education of the 25th century had proposed digging up this primitive punishment from the past. They displayed graphs and charts explaining the failure of the soft and ineffective education system. To shock the future generations into taking school more seriously, they proposed an effective solution in bringing back the dunce cap. Not only for elementary and high school though, but also for the colleges and universities.

For the colleges and universities, the law was made even more harsh, permitting nudity along with the dunce cap wearing like some sort of hazing ritual.

Of course, many hotly debated over this. Some said that it was fine as they were adults, others said that even adults had their limits. It was talked about a lot.

The decree unbanning this punishment was met with mixed reactions. Some were angry and said this wouldn't solve the problems, and others feeling it was high time this punishment was brought back in full . The youths gulped, while the adults argued. Yet all in all when it was all said and done, the declaration still stood.

It was with that background that Emily Hutchinson stood silent, half in contemplation and half in fear as she looked to her expectant lecturer standing near the whiteboard in the lecture hall. She was in university, yet had been failing all of her classes. It seemed as much exasperated as her teacher always got, this was the final straw. From a failing streak to almost being expelled for it, she was now facing her last chance in a make-up class.

"This is a very simple question to answer, Miss Hutchinson. We covered this in the first week and I even asked if anyone had any questions. Were you listening?" The lecturer furrowed his brow, getting impatient.

"Is it... 43?" Emily winced as she hoped by some miracle the long equation on the board would produce that answer.

"Close, but 610 off. The answer is 653, Miss Emily. You could have gotten it if you had used the formulas I taught you." The lecturer rolled his eyes, making her blush in shame.

"It's very clear you don't take your lessons seriously." He scolded her like a child as she opened her mouth to protest, closing it shut in shock once she saw him reach underneath his desk to produce that dreaded paper cap.

The entire room stared at her, some holding back mocking laughter and others glancing in pity.

"I didn't want to have to do this, but you leave me . Come up here and take off your clothes, make this easy for yourself." He motioned to a black seat in front at the side of the hall.

"But I-" Chuckles were heard from around her as she tried to protest, but the lecturer silenced her with a "Unless you want me to send a message to the headmaster recommending your expulsion, you'll be wise to follow the procedure."

She was embarrassed by this, but she would be even more embarrassed if she got expelled and had to face her parents. What would she even say? So, shaking away the shame, she walked down to the front of the lecture hall, hearing whooping from the excited guys and some girls about to see her nude.

At the front, the whooping turned to cheering as Emily tried not to look them in the face, turning around to strip nude and ironically showing them her curvy body and plump ass in the process, making her blush even harder with the reactions she got. Clapping soon commenced. She hated this...

"Silence! I'm still in the middle of my demonstration. Pay attention." The lecturer sternly yelled to their attention back on him, turning back to the board and working on the question Emily failed like nothing happened as Emily sat nude with the dunce cap in the black chair, trying not to make eye contact with the ones still staring at her.

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