A taxi bus with a crunch crushed gravel, which was covered by a curved road leading to the Academy Kronenberg. The day was bright, cloudless and warm, and only a light breeze carried the dust raised by the car. To the left of the main building, right along the course of the car, there was a playing field, on which there were several groups of girls engaged in various athletics exercises. As soon as the taxi stopped, Gillian got out, waiting for the driver to come out, open the trunk and get her things, but the driver was in another world. He glanced at the girls out of curiosity inherent in sports enthusiasts, not athletes, but fans, and a group of girls running along a circular path caught his attention. They were on the far line, but he was ready to swear that one of them was naked. Now his attention was riveted to the sight right in front of him; he was watching the girls in the turn - in the near future they should have run very close - he was sure that one of them was running at least topless, otherwise it was impossible to explain how her huge breasts jumped up and down on the run.

Gillian decided that she was already pretty late, and tapped impatiently on the glass. The driver, forcibly pulled out of his dreamy-voyeuristic half-sleep, got out of the car and, almost backing backwards, moved in an arc to the trunk, opened the latch and hit his head with a crash, trying to get the bags without losing sight of the stadium track. He swore viciously, threw his bags on the road and returned to his safe place - to watch the performance, while the young lady that interested him was not out of sight around the corner of the building. Slowly taxiing back, he did not even pay attention to the lack of a tip (withheld for sluggishness when unloading things) and dragged back, paying much more attention to the athletes on the right of the road than on the course itself.

Gillian straightened and, taking her bags, climbed the steps leading to the main entrance to the Academy. Huge doors opened at her approach, as if they were automatic, and two girls responsible for this "automation" were found behind them. One of them, a tall blonde a little younger than twenty, was dressed in an official school uniform consisting of a white blouse, a plaid skirt, white socks and black shoes, all perfectly clean, ironed and looked like in the picture. The other girl, red-haired, shorter and shorter than her first height, was also in shape, but without a blouse, her white cotton bra was shown off.

Together they conducted a guest to the reception desk, where another girl, a little older, was waiting for her to make an appropriate entry in the visitors' book. This girl seemed to be fully dressed, in the same uniform, until she came out from the table, saying that she would take Gillian to the director's office. She was wearing a blouse of the same style, the same socks and shoes as the first girl, but below the waist and before the socks she was naked. Accompanying Jillian, Rose, that was her name, began to explain the Academy's disciplinary policy, about how corporal punishment was abandoned in favor of punishment with humiliation as more effective and, in fact, more humane, but Gillian already knew everything about school politics. what she needed; after all, she herself was a former student of the Cronenberg Academy.

Rose confidently knocked on the office door and, upon the command “enter,” entered the office, making sure in advance that all the exposed parts of her body were accessible to the views of its inhabitants.Gillian shuddered, memories of her own humiliation at the airport, especially the order to stand straight with her arms at her sides, returned to her with a vengeance. She shivered again, presenting a picture of how she lay naked and completely open on the table and how the door opens and another employee enters, leaving a great view of her vagina, stretched by her own fingers, for all of those who go through customs.

Gillian followed Rose into the study, and as soon as she came out, shutting the oak door upholstered, she was immediately stopped on the infamous rug from another life, the rug that she remembered so well.

The office seemed smaller than she remembered, perhaps for the reason that it was now filled with members of the Nomination Commission who had gathered to participate in her interview. It was as clear to her as yesterday, that fateful day appeared when she finally repaid for all the secret tweaks, shocks and kicks she received from her classmate Sharma, who had fiercely hated her, Sharma, repaid in one powerful slap. The sound of the slap was reinforced by the walls of the corridor in which they stood, waiting for permission to enter the class, and this happened at the very moment when Mr. Fredricks decided to leave the limits of his class and go out into the corridor. No explanations or requests for pardon could save her, and Gillian, one of the most disciplined students in the school and, at the same time, living in constant fear of the threat of Kronenberg punishments, was immediately forwarded to the Directorate for the inevitable sentence.

She remembered, as if alive, as she stood on the same rug, while the details of her "crime" were reported; to keep herself in hand, she did not look at her judges at all, studying instead small details of the structure of the rug. That terrible moment came to her memory when she was ordered to strip naked and stay like that all week long — so severely she was always punished in school for violence. As these visions from the past floated before her mind’s eye, Gillian wondered what made her become a contender for the position of Head of the School of Discipline, which the demon laughed at, prompting her to return here, to the place of the most embarrassing (at least until the morning episode at the airport). She felt the same pulsation on the back of her legs as she had long ago, when she was taking off her skirt, and the horror of having to remove her bra and panties, when no man had ever seen her growing breasts and tiny tuft of pubic hair, her only cover, and show yourself to Mr. Fredricks, this horror returned to her, once again causing involuntary shudder.

“Miss Gray,” said someone, definitely a man, although at first she did not understand where the voice came from. The high chair at the table began to spin slowly and revealed Gillian speaking. It was none other than Mr. Fredricks, who had grown old, of course, but undoubtedly Mr. Fredricks. “Miss Gray,” he repeated, “You are exactly two hours late and fifty-three minutes. Punctuality is an absolute requirement for students, should the potential Head of the Cronenberg Discipline follow our rules even more earnestly? ”

Suddenly, Gillian felt like a student again, and again she involuntarily began to look at the drawing of the mat under her feet.

"Well, Miss Gray," he said slowly, "we are all waiting to listen to your excuses, we have been waiting for quite a while."

Gillian completely lost her composure, she could not speak, she could not give a reasonable explanation, just tell the truth; all she could do was keep studying the endlessly repeating pattern on the rug.

“Miss Gray,” said Mr. Fredricks, “under normal circumstances, your application for the position of Head of Discipline should not be considered at all now, but given the specific requirements of this position and the moral qualities of other candidates we have already interviewed, we believe we have no choice but to make a small discount on the distance you covered to come here today. However, the only thing we are ready for is that this interview be continued; there will be no other indulgences. I can be sure that you are familiar with the job description and contract terms related to this position? ”

“Yes, Mr. Fredricks,” Gillian replied gloomily.

“Fine,” Mr. Fredricks responded. “In this case, you know that the new disciplinary code, introduced after the incident with Mr. Jenkins, acts equally on staff and students. Or perhaps not equal, "he smiled," because, of course, if any of the staff were found guilty of violating the Cronenberg code, then he or she should receive a punishment twice as heavy as what earns for a similar student offense. For this reason, Miss Gray, if your interview continues, I must ask you to remove everything that you are wearing, from above and below, before the end of the day. ”

Gillian Gray is numb. Is she really being asked to undress, again, for the second time in a day? She was now a mature woman of twenty-five; How can you demand this from an adult for a simple interview? How can she escape this terrible trap?

Slowly, very slowly, the second time that day, her fingers began to unbutton the blouse buttons, they opened one after the other, and the fabric from which it was sewn was pretty transparent at the best of times, again betrayed her, revealing her impressive bosom to everyone who had gathered. She reached the last button and turned her attention to the cuffs, right, then left, then sharply shrugged her shoulders, freeing herself from the cover, and caught him without letting her slip from her back to the floor. Gillian put her blouse on the table in front of her, and, just as many years ago, she unhooked the button on the back of the skirt, then unzipped the zipper, again pulled the fabric along her hips and again felt the skirt, her last protection, slide along her slim legs, revealing Commission everything. She bent down, lifted her skirt and, carefully folded it (of course, she did not forget the rules of care for the form), put it next to the blouse on the table. Again naked in front of a group of unfamiliar women and men, Gillian stood erect, holding her hands strictly at the sides.

“Thank you, Miss Gray,” said Mr. Fredricks. - "You will not find it difficult to take your place, then we will begin."

Gillian looked around and saw a high bar stool standing behind her, there were no more free seats, and it was clear that she was being offered to crawl into this chair for the entire time of the interview. Gillian was just as clear that using such a chair would inevitably mean that she would not be able to hold her legs together, and this means that all those gathered would perfectly see her pussy in all its shaved beauty.

Gillian turned to the chair and, as far as she could modestly, got up and sat down on a soft seat. Her worst fears were confirmed - she with great difficulty was balancing on the edge of a diabolical invention. On the faces of Mr. Fredricks, some other men, and even women, Gillian might have noticed a slight, passing smile if she looked in their direction, but fortunately for her sensitivity, she did not catch this expression, and it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. .

The ending follows.
This Raskazz is a translation from the English. The author of the original text was signed as Bellamy.
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