Keeping track of the girls

It's a difficult job, and you can't do it alone. Luckily, you don't have to. A puff of magic grants the boys' basketball team a fraction of your powers, so they can act as your assistants. A little super-speed and super-strength works wonders.

"Alright, boys," you bark. "You know the drill. I want all your female classmates and teachers brought back here and stripped stark naked for inspection. You have my permission to spank any girl who resists."

"Yes, sir!"

The boys salute and speed off, as you direct your attention to the curvy elf's assistant. She gulps as she sees your eyes turn in her direction.

"Um, hi," she says, taking a small step backwards. Her big-titted boss is tied to the wall next to the cheerleaders, looking absolutely furious, with a pair of spare panties shoved in her mouth as a gag to shut her up. There's still plenty of students left in the gym to watch her, and you can tell by the delicious anxiety on her face that she's pretty sure she's not getting out of this with her dignity intact. "Just so you know, I'm not technically a student or a teacher..."

"What's your name?"

"Kristen."

"And what do you do here, Kristen?"

"I'm a secretary."

"Great! We're going to need a secretary to keep track of all the girls we're going to strip. How many female students and teachers would you say there are in this school, Kristen?"

"Exactly three hundred and ninety-one," says Kristen, glancing at the naked cheerleaders tied to the wall. "By my calculations, it would take quite a long time to... to strip them all."

"Good think we have you to help, then! So, Kristen, first things first. You work for me now. Isn't that right?"

"I don't know..."

"If you don't work for me, you're getting hogtied, spanked silly and sold to a drow **** market."

"I work for you! Sounds great!"

"Excellent. Now, Kristen, as you may have noticed, my female employees have a very particular dress code."

Kristen bites her lip, looking at the eager male students gathered around her. "You're going to strip me, aren't you," she says in a small, resigned voice.

"Not at all."

"You're not?"

"No, Kristen. You're going to strip yourself. Down to your glasses, heels and stockings. I like the sexy secretary look."

"...oh."

"You're going to do it slowly. And you're going to dance while you're doing it. A sexy secretary striptease. While we all watch."

"I don't think this is in my contract..."

"I didn't know you liked spankings so much, Kristen. Or drow tentacle pits."

"...yes, sir."