She loses her last line of defence - her skirt

Amira was quickly heading towards absolute panic. Her skirt was fastened to the chair by a zip-tie as wide as her thumb, and she had nothing remotely sharp enough to break it... but if she didn't get free in the next thirty seconds then she was going to be expelled, and that was unthinkable. But then, the only way she could get away from the chair was equally unthinkable.

She was going to have to get out of her skirt.

She'd already been so humiliated today, and she wasn't sure if that made this one more thing better or worse. Yesterday she'd have been mortified if a classmate saw so much as a lock of her hair, but now she was sitting in the corridor surrounded by a crowd of boys, blouse torn wide open to expose her round breasts, headscarf gone, missing even her shoes. Her skirt was the only thing preserving the last fragments of her dignity from annihilation - the little black g-string she wore beneath was so skimpy that it didn't really conceal anything, the minimalist fabric doing more to accentuate the shape of her privates rather than cover them. If she had to take it off...

She couldn't do it. She'd already been humiliated so much today. Her reputation as a modest, dignified woman was ruined, the video of her shaking her tits and all the other pictures of her that the various boys in the crowd had taken only driving the knife in deeper with every repost. She couldn't lose her skirt as well. They'd already seen her hair, her thighs, her breasts - her privates were all she had left that were actually private.

"Get in here right now, Amira," the principal snapped, "Twenty seconds left, I don't have time to wait around."

Oh god, she was going to be expelled. She imagined how difficult it would be to pass her final exams at a new school... and the look on her parents' faces...

She had ****.

Reaching down, she began to unzip her skirt, and the crowd jeered. More phone cameras flashed. She couldn't cover her chest at all while she was undoing her skirt so her breasts were on full display, round and perky, each crowned by a puffy dark-brown nipple that only grew more pert with the exposure to the cool air. Her cheeks were burning bright red as she managed to get her skirt fully unzipped, her dark hair falling over her face since she'd lost her headscarf.

Of course, deciding to get out of her skirt was one thing - actually getting free was another. Her skirt was still fastened to the chair, so she awkwardly began shuffling her legs up and out of the skirt. It was a clumsy, awkward mess, her haste only making it worse. She finally managed to get her hips free of the skirt, and more than one of the boys in the crowd wolf-whistled as her g-string came into view. It really was almost useless. She'd never expected anyone to see her less than fully dressed so she didn't bother shaving - a fact that was fully visible to everyone in the crowd as the thin piece of fabric that looped down between her thighs was far too narrow to cover anything. Her dark, bushy pubes poked out on either side and over the top of the fabric. They did a little to conceal the shape of the sex beneath, but it wasn't enough, and Amira's stomach lurched in absolute horror as she realised that one dark brown lip was clearly peaking out where the g-string wasn't wide enough to cover the entirety of her vagina. She reached down to try and rearrange her underwear but there simply wasn't enough fabric - no matter how she shifted, the g-string wasn't enough to cover the entirety of her plump womanhood.

"Get a pic!" she heard one of the boys say.

"I will, I will, just lemme zoom in. You can see everything!" his friend breathed appreciatively.

She squirmed in mortification, still trying to get fully out of her skirt. She shuffled round to try and get one leg fully free, denying them such a good look at her peeking lips in exchange for a much better look at her big bare rump. The g-string's fabric was wedged between her round buttocks, almost completely out of sight, and the arrayed boys didn't seem to mind the long, unobscured look at her caramel-brown buttocks at all. Their approval grew louder and louder as she finally scrambled out of her pinned skirt, standing free before the crowd almost entirely naked. Her blouse covered nothing, her big breasts jiggling with the movement, and her g-string didn't even fully cover her lips. She was about as close to naked as it is possible to be... and the regular _snap snap snap _of camera phones recorded the image of her near-nude body forever into digital memory. She stared around for half a second, wide-eyed, unable to believe that this wasn't just some hideous nightmare - before suddenly remembering the time limit and rushing into the principal's office, awarding the crowd with one final look at her bouncing buttocks before she vanished inside.

The principal sat down in his chair, and she saw his dark face darken further at the sight of her standing in front of his desk. She was trying her best to cover up, one hand cupped over her crotch, the other arm folded over her bare breasts. Her hair was sticking to her face, getting in her eyes, but she couldn't spare a hand to fix it.

"I don't know what you were thinking," he began abruptly, "What could possibly possess you to think that it's acceptable behaviour to disrupt my school in such a manner? This is an educational establishment, not a place for you to compete with your friends for who can distract the boys the most."

"I-I didn't mean to-" Amira began to protest, but he cut her off.

"Don't interrupt. I'm sure you enjoyed playing temptress for the morning, but that's just not acceptable behaviour here. Our school dress code is lenient, but we do expect a bare minimum, and this is far, far below that minimum."

"Sir, please, I didn't mean to - my outfit, it broke-" Amira pleaded, but his eyes flashed.

"Excuses! You make a mockery of this school with this sort of behaviour. You could do me the courtesy of proper posture when you're speaking to me - stand up straight, hands behind your back. Enough of this self-conscious slouching, girl."

"Please-"

"Enough! I've heard enough from you already. Stand up straight and stop whining," he snapped.

Reluctantly, Amira put her hands behind her back, exposing yet again her tits and barely-covered pussy. His eyes roved over her body disapprovingly.

"This really is outrageous. I'm used to girls coming in trying to bare their midriffs or shoulders, but you're completely shameless. Bare breasts are completely unacceptable in this school, Amira. It's also absolutely mandatory that you cover your legs to at least the knee. You may be very proud of that big backside of yours, but if you insist on flashing it around it must be in your own time. Not to mention that underwear..."

He leaned across the desk, brows furrowing as he got a closer look at Amira's barely-covered crotch. She felt ready to throw up at the scrutiny, the fabric of her skimpy g-string wedged into her sensitive slit and completely exposing one dark lip to his glare.

"Amira, I really cannot stress enough how unacceptable your behaviour has been. I've never imposed a stricter punishment than detention for a uniform violation before, but you're completely uncovered. You may enjoy the male attention that such stunts award you, but this is a place for learning, not a strip club. Showing off in this way is outrageous, not to mention unsanitary. I have **** but to insist that you report to Mr Carter, our gym teacher, at noon. Some hard exercise ought to remind you that the rules exist for a reason... and I'm going to have to set an example here, Amira, or other girls are going to think that choices like yours are acceptable. Your punishment will take place in the hall during lunch."

Amira blinked, almost relieved.
"Exercise? Y-yes sir. I'll just change into my gym kit and-"

"Oh, no you don't. I want the other students to know why you're being punished - you'll be punished in the outfit you're wearing now."

The bottom dropped out of Amira's stomach yet again, another shuddering horror in a day that had been nothing but.

"N-no, sir, please! I can't, I'm barely dressed-"

"Yes, Amira, that is the point," he said, looking at her as if he were beginning to wonder if she was a little slow, "That is the offence for which you are being punished. Now go, you've got another class left before lunch. Then, hopefully, some good old-fashioned discipline will show you the error of your ways."

Dazed, humiliated yet again, Amira stumbled towards the door. She was beginning to realise that her embarrassment wasn't even close to over.