Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
I felt the blood drain from my face at his words. Whipped in the nude? My mind reeled, images of the brutal punishments I’d endured aboard the Conqueror of Bresla flashing through my mind.
My eyes went to Gamma’s handsome face. His serious expression told me that he endorsed Dr. Porter’s notions of discipline. I bit my lip, my forehead creasing as I remembered what he had told me, about teaching me. A thought rose in my mind, inexorably, sending an unwelcome jolt of excitement through my system.
I need to learn. I broke the rules, and I need to learn my lesson.
To my dismay, I felt the governor tingle between my thighs. Heat flooded into my cheeks as I remembered that Mrs. Porter had set it to seven, and yet the thought of this whipping had aroused me so much that the little sentinel had curbed my need.
Dr. Porter’s severe gaze met each of ours before he went on. “Now, as you all know, you have provided me with control over these naughty girls’ clothing. However, to further the lesson I intend to impart, I believe it would be most effective for the guardians themselves to remove the girls’ garments.”
My heart began to race, pounding so hard I was sure everyone in the room could hear it. The idea of being stripped naked in front of these men, in this elegant room with its high ceilings and ornate moldings, seemed far more mortifying than anything I’d experienced before.
The guardians stepped forward, their expressions a mixture of stern resolve and a sort of anticipation that sent my heart beating even faster. Gamma approached me, his blue skin seeming to glow in the afternoon light streaming through the tall windows. His intense gaze met mine, and I saw a flicker of something in his eyes—desire, perhaps, or pride—before his expression settled back into one of stern authority.
“Remember, Tessara,” he said softly, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine, “this is for your own good. To help you become the woman I know you can be.”
With trembling fingers, I reached for the buttons of my dress, but Gamma gently pushed my hands away. “No, little one,” he murmured. “This is my task.”
His large hands moved to the magnetic clasps of my dress, and with a soft click, the fabric fell away, pooling at my feet in a whisper of blue cotton. I stood there in my camisole and my drawers, my chest heaving with quick, shallow breaths as Gamma’s gaze raked over my body.
Next to me, I could hear the rustle of fabric as Mr. Blackwood and Mr. Thornton similarly disrobed Lydia and Elara. The electric charge in the air in the room seemed to grow more intense, a potent mixture of shame, fear, and involuntary arousal that made me feel a little faint.
Gamma’s fingers brushed against my skin as he reached for the clasp of my camisole. With a subtle gesture, he activated the magnetic release, causing the delicate fabric to loosen. I felt the cool air of the room caress me as Gamma gently lifted the garment over my head, his movements slow and deliberate. The lacy material whispered across my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. I stood there, topless and trembling, my arms instinctively moving to cover my breasts.
“Arms at your sides, Tessara,” Gamma murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.
Reluctantly, I lowered my arms, exposing myself fully to the room. I could feel the weight of everyone’s gaze on me, causing my cheeks to burn with embarrassment. The tingle between my legs intensified, my governor working overtime to curb my shameful arousal.
Gamma’s large hands moved to the waistband of my drawers, his fingers finding the magnetic clasp with practiced ease. With a soft click, the fabric loosened, and I felt my last piece of clothing begin to slip down my legs. Time seemed to slow as the drawers descended, revealing the smooth cleft of my cunny areas to the assembled group. The soft cotton pooled around my ankles, leaving me completely naked.
I stood there, utterly bare, my skin prickling with a mixture of shame and an unwelcome excitement. My hands twitched at my sides, desperate to cover myself, but Gamma’s stern gaze kept them in place. I could hear the rustle of fabric and soft gasps from Lydia and Elara as they too were disrobed by their guardians.
My tummy flipped as I couldn’t help glancing at Lydia’s little bottom, to see that the stripes from Dr. Porter’s cane hadn’t vanished from her taut rear cheeks. They had turned a dull purple that made me wince at the thought of how it must hurt Lydia to sit down—and how my own bottom would hurt me, too, once the headmaster had caned me there.
Mrs. Porter moved efficiently around the room, gathering up our discarded clothing. The soft clink of hangers and rustle of fabric seemed unnaturally loud in the charged silence of the room. I watched, mortified, as she carefully folded my camisole and drawers, placing them on a nearby chair with the others.