Part 31

The last few tugs of the skirt were easily the worst.

Every second Elise worked at pulling down the borrowed skirt from behind was another second her bare chest was unable to stay still during her movements. And yet, the closer she got to finishing the task, the more inevitable her ultimate exposure was.

But it was too late to call it quits, for a lot of reasons. Getting Anna’s tight skirt on in the first place had required a lot of tugging and squirming by the time the smaller girl’s garment neared Elise’s hips. And that was when Elise had both hands free. Now that she had forced the skirt down a few inches, it would be humiliating trying to pull it back up when her hands were cuffed behind her. Nearly impossible, too, without yanking her arm out of its socket. And that was IF she was allowed to change her mind. Knowing Kaitlyn, there was a good chance the skirt would be yanked to her ankles instead.

The moment of truth was when Elise felt the waistband of the lowered skirt brush up against her bare womanhood. Another inch or two, and her slender thighs would narrow enough that only widening them would keep the skirt from falling. Another inch or two, and she’d be totally exposed either way.

Closing her eyes as if it would save her from the room full of girls watching with bated breath, the blonde prefect had to partially squat so her bound hands could reach a little lower on her body. Cringing as her fingers brushed her now bare ass that she realized Anna and Caroline must be able to see from the way they flanked her and Kaitlyn from behind, Elise collected every ounce of willpower she had. Pressing and pushing down on the waistband and shimmying her legs a bit to help loosen the skirt that was only precariously held up at this point, Elise immediately felt it when she reached the point of no return.

For a few seconds, she blushed at the way her B cups slightly dangled and jiggled from the way she was slightly bent over from the quarter squat. That embarrassment paled in comparison, however, to when she felt the silent whoosh of gravity dropping her skirt all the way down her legs.

Elise’s bare ass didn’t offer much to write home about. She was a slim white girl, and that extended to her curves. The one saving grace to her otherwise small rear was the fact that it was the same color as the rest of her body. Not only was it winter, but she didn’t tan very well even in the warm seasons. Her fair skin could come across as pale compared to other girls, but at least she was consistently pale. A seamless transition from her legs and lower back to her more private areas.

Her bare slit, however, was the type that most girls would be jealous of.

It was the smallest little coin purse. Her outer lips matched the petite nature of the rest of her body, and there was nothing to hide her most sacred area from being seen right away by every girl in the room. Since Elise was blonde, and didn’t have much hair down there to begin with, she didn’t even bother with trimming any more. A single swipe of her razor every now and then was enough to keep things totally bare; a hygienic and aesthetic choice she was deeply regretting at the moment.

The best she could manage was pressing her thighs together and somewhat crossing one leg over the other, but that’s it. The skirt around her ankles made it impossible to adjust her stance too much without the risk of falling off balance and, of course, she was handcuffed and couldn’t use her arms as a means to cover up like she normally would if caught while exposed. Elise’s subconscious hadn’t quite caught up to the current reality, as she felt the cuffs restrict a reflexive attempt to protect her modesty.

Kaitlyn was normally good at keeping it cool and staying in character, but she couldn’t help but scowl when faced with the naked prefect’s perfect little sanctuary. The dominant redhead had bigger boobs, but Elise’s looked so much better without a bra on. Kaitlyn was hands down the sexier girl, but it was fucking unfair that the petite blonde had such an objectively desirable aesthetic below the waist.

Well, she had already gone out of her way to punish Elise’s chest for being so naturally perky and well-shaped for her body. Maybe taking out her annoyance between the prefect’s legs was called for as well. But first, she’d snatch away any hope of the girl getting re-dressed in the near future.

“Elise?” Kaitlyn said. It was easy enough to adjust her scowl to a more stern expression to once again reinforce her control. “Step out of your skirt. Now.”

Less than a few hours ago, being fully naked in public would cause Elise to freeze up and freak out. But now? She had been topless for so long, and had dug herself so deep into a hole after Kaitlyn handed her the shovel and compelled her to dig, that the only thing she could do was obey. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn.” The effort to lift her foot and wiggle it out of the plaid skirt now pooled around her ankles meant one thigh had to lift and partially separate from the other. No matter how hard she tried to prevent it, there was no way to avoid the exposure. Elise’s face turned crimson as she more fully bared herself to Kaitlyn and the audience of first-years, only to feel that blush darken at the giggles and hushed voices. One or two of them even pointed while whispering something to an adjacent girl.

Not one second after Elise’s second foot left the skirt, Caroline swiped it up and returned to her spot.

“Good girl,” Kaitlyn said, “Looks just like a real pet, now.”

Naked, save for a collar.

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