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Soon it was Wednesday again.
This was the second week and Roberts kept his routine of having the punishment sessions on Mondays. Wednesdays and Fridays giving Sherry a day's break in between.
In future, he was free to alter this but for now it allowed the diabolical Principal to pace is punishments, build up the suspense and by alternating days of clothing and nudity, he increased Sherry's humiliation by ensuring that she would not get acclimatized to her nudity.
On her days of clothing, Sherry constantly felt her colleagues unabashedly staring at her and mentally undressing her. Her punishment sessions had given them license to drop all pretense of socially acceptable behavior. On a few occasions, her students noticed her colleagues staring lecherously at Sherry and wondered why she let them get away with it.
At 3 PM, Sherry walked into the room and as usual it was a packed house. As a matter of fact, some had postponed their vacations in order to not miss any of these sessions.
Sherry stood in the middle of the room and awaited the Principal's instructions.
However, before Roberts could speak, Nancy looked at Roberts and said, "Sir, I have a proposal. Let me volunteer to take Sherry's place for this session. Poor thing needs a break."
The astonishment in the room was palpable. Nancy was a bit of a feminist and even though she was Sherry's closest friend, nobody had seen this coming.
In fact, Nancy herself had not seen it coming. She just found herself volunteering spontaneously on seeing Sherry's vulnerable, 'Deer in the headlights' look.
"Nancy! You don't have to do this. I am OK really," said Sherry.
"No Sherry. You need a break. You would do the same for me," said Nancy simply.
Sherry thought of protesting but nodded gratefully. Nancy was right. If the tables were turned, Sherry would have done the same.
"Are you sure, Nancy? I appreciate your gesture but you don't really have to. I am fine, really," said Sherry.
"I am sure, sweetheart," said Nancy.
"Well then. This is a surprise," said Roberts. "Let us all appreciate Nancy's gesture," he continued.
"Wait," said Sherry. "If Nancy is going to volunteer, it has got to be more than a one-to-one exchange. You need to drop some more punishment sessions for me," said Sherry defiantly.
"Well, well! We are getting astute aren't we? Yet, I am a fair man. Here's what I will do. For the first time, a new girl who volunteers, I will knock off three days off your punishment. After that it will be a one-for-one," said Roberts.
"How about a week?" asked Sherry hopefully.
"Naah. Three days is fair. And I am sure once Nancy has discovered the thrills of doing this, she will volunteer again," said Roberts.
Nancy shot him an angry look. Sherry stared at Roberts but he stared her down.
"OK. So from 90 days total elapsed time for my punishments, we are down to 80," said Sherry. The staff wondered how 90 minus 3 came to 80 but did not bother to investigate, wanting to get on with Nancy's punishment.
"Must be the new math," shrugged Harvey and the staff guffawed.
"Ok, Nancy. As you know, humiliation is a big part of this. So stand up in front of us and tell us how you are feeling. You are going to be stripped and spanked in front of all your colleagues. Some, like Harvey, you despise. Others like, Ernie, you have dissed. And you are going to be naked and kneeling in front of them. How does that make you feel?"
Nancy rose blushingly and faced her tormentors. She bowed her head slightly and looked very demure, much like Sherry had done. Her colleagues looked delighted at seeing a staunch feminist in this position.
"I feel terribly embarrassed, Sir!" said Nancy.
"And yet you are excited about this?" asked Roberts probingly.
Nancy bowed her head and remained silent.
"Come on, Nancy. I know you too well and could read the excitement in your voice when you volunteered. You are excited at the prospect of being humiliated in front of your colleagues aren't you? When Sherry was put through her motions, you were at times wishing it was you in her place instead, weren't you?" asked the insightful Principal. You could not be a master manipulator of people without being able to read them.
Nancy thought of denying it but even though the Principal was challenging her feminism, she could not lie easily.
She didn't know how he did it, but the bastard had gleaned the truth somehow. She continued bowing her head in silence.
"Your silence is assent enough, Nancy," said the Principal quietly. Nancy turned red at being found out.
"Well let's see if we can increase your humiliation, then. I would like you to go to your hated colleague, Harvey, kneel before him and beg him to let you take Sherry's place," said Roberts.
Nancy looked outraged at the instruction but she had signed up for the humiliation and even confessed to finding it exciting. She walked before him slowly and knelt before him.
"Harvey, will you please let me take Sherry's punishment?" she asked.
"Harvey, what?" he asked.
Nancy took the cue and repeated, "Harvey, Sir. Will you please let me take Sherry's place for this session?"
"And tell me how much you would enjoy that," said Harvey.
"I would enjoy being stripped and punished in front of you, Harvey Sir!" said Nancy dejectedly. Much as the thought of it had excited her, she wasn't sure it would be as exciting in actuality. She must have been out of her mind, she thought.
"And I would enjoy that too," gloated Harvey. "For once, we see eye to eye, though I doubt I would be making much eye contact," he guffawed at his own joke.
"Ok," said Roberts. "I would now like you to crawl on all fours to Ernie, your other favorite and ask him for the same."
Nancy fought back a tear. This was turning out to be far worse than she had imagined. It felt strange to be crawling fully clothed in her blouse and trousers in front of all her colleagues.
Compared to naked crawling, being clothed while doing so made the situation that much more incongruous and strangely more humiliating. Yet, Nancy could not help but feel the rush of relinquishing control and despite her mind hating it her pussy was throbbing and sending her messages to the contrary.
Nancy crawled across the row of her seated colleagues to where Ernie was seated and knelt before him.
"Put your arms on your head and thrust your breasts out," commanded the bespectacled Ernie.
Nancy did so and knelt before him looking like a contrite schoolgirl.
