On a sunny day at Starhill college,you started your day

The sunlight streamed through the tall windows as you walked into the staff room, already dressed in your security guard uniform. Melisa, the headmaster and your boss, was sitting at her desk, looking rather stressed. You gave her a nod but she didn't seem to notice. Something about this morning felt...off.

Melisa looks up at you and sighs. "Maverick...I have to ask you something important." She swallows nervously. You nod expectantly. "There's been some complaints about the girls not following the dress code properly..."

"Well...I was hoping I could give you the authority to search them when they enter campus. If anyone is found with inappropriate clothing or contraband, you can confiscate it and send them home for the day." She licks her lips nervously. "And...you'd have access to any videos of them being searched."

"Yes...you'd be acting on my authority as headmaster. I just want to make sure the rules are enforced fairly." Melisa licks her lips again and looks away briefly, suddenly seeming very busy with some paperwork. "And of course, we both know what would happen if anyone ever found out..." Her voice trails off meaningfully.

The college had always been strict about the dress code, particularly when it came to skirts and stockings. Short skirts that revealed too much thigh or stockings with runs were considered major violations. Melisa purses her lips as she studies a piece of paper in front of her, her fingers tapping lightly on the desk. "Well...I've been hearing some complaints about Mary and Lisa today..."

"Of... of course." Mary stammers, her face flushing crimson. She stands up nervously and smooths out her skirt, her pale thighs visible through the cloth as she moves. Reluctantly, she follows you out of the staff room and down to one of the empty classrooms.

"Now..." You begin, closing the door behind them. "Mary, I need you to remove your skirt for me."

Mary looks panicked, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape route. "But... but I don't have another skirt to wear!" she whimpers. "What am I supposed to do?"

"O-okay..." Mary says weakly, pulling the hem of her plaid miniskirt up over her hips and stepping out of it. She stands there before you in just a white bra and plain white panties, blushing furiously now.

Her pale skin is smooth and soft, accentuating how tight and tiny her underwear seems to be on her. You can't help but feel your cock begin to stir at the sight of her vulnerability.

Mary stands there shivering as you circle around her, taking in the view of her partially exposed body. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly with each anxious breath she takes, while her slender legs tremble slightly at the thought of being left so vulnerable. She wants nothing more than to cover herself up, but your presence is somehow making it impossible for her to think clearly.

"Now, I need you to bend over the desk for me." You order firmly, gesturing toward a nearby wooden table. Reluctantly, Mary complies, lowering herself down and resting her palms flat on the desktop as she presents her bottom and exposed thighs to you. Her breath comes in short gasps now, echoing through the empty classroom as if begging for mercy.

Mary's face turns even redder as she tries to decide what to do. Her body trembles beneath her as she fights the instinctual urge to protect herself and cover up. Finally, with a whimper of surrender, she slides her fingers between her thighs and tentatively hooks them under the waistband of her panties.

Slowly, she pulls the fabric downward, revealing more and more of her pale bottom as it slips free from its confines. Her heart races wildly in her chest, the embarrassment and fear mixing into a cocktail of helplessness that leaves her feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable before you.

Her lower lips are swollen and wet with arousal, a darker pink than the rest of her pale skin. Mary's attempt at shaving has left her smooth and bare, as per the college's rules. But even though she was taught to keep herself neatly groomed, there is nothing natural about being stripped naked in front of someone else like this. She feels violated and humiliated, her body reacting to the stimulation whether she wants it to or not.

Her eyes dart around frantically, searching for any sign of mercy or escape from your gaze, but there is none. You stand before her, towering over her like a predator about to strike. And as much as she wants this horrible moment to end, a part of her can't help but feel aroused by the forbidden nature of what's happening.

Her breath comes in short gasps as you order her to remove her bra, the humiliation making it difficult to think straight. Her fingers tremble as she fumbles with the clasps and finally pulls the cups down, revealing her small, rosy nipples to your gaze. They harden immediately at the cool air caressing them, her body betraying her in this moment of helplessness.

Tears well up in her eyes as she stands before you completely exposed, every inch of her body laid bare for your perusal and pleasure. Her face is flushed with embarrassment and shame, but beneath it all is a tiny spark of something else - arousal. She's never felt so vulnerable or exposed before, yet somehow that only serves to heighten the sensation coursing through her veins.

Mary's face burns even hotter as she realizes just how exposed and vulnerable she truly is. A whimper escapes her lips as you question her about the rules she breaks, but she can barely think straight let alone form a coherent response. All that matters in this moment is trying to hide from your gaze or find some way out of this nightmare.

Her body trembles with a mixture of fear and arousal, each breath drawing her closer to the edge of something she can't quite name. She wishes desperately for someone - anyone - to come and save her from this humiliation, but as time passes it becomes clear that she is alone in this situation...and that perhaps part of her craves the attention you're giving her despite how much it hurts.

Her face darkens even further as she tries to ignore the way her body responds to your words, but they stir something deep within her. Mary's cheeks flush with shame and desire at the forbidden thoughts you've conjured up. She knows she should be fighting back, but the mixture of fear and arousal have left her feeling helpless and numb.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she stares down at the floor, unable to meet your gaze. In this moment, all she can focus on is the way her body feels - so exposed and wanton beneath your scrutiny. A small part of her wonders what it would be like if you were to really touch her...to make her feel wanted despite the circumstances. But another part knows that this line has been crossed long ago, and there's no going back from here.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "Just let

"...let me go." Her voice trembles with fear and desperation as she finally finds the strength to speak again. Mary's eyes dart up to meet yours, pleading silently for mercy despite her better judgment. "I-I promise I'll never break another rule again..." She swallows hard, feeling a lump form in her throat as she tries futilely to regain some shred of dignity amidst the humiliation.

Mary stiffens as you confront her once more, anger and shame burning hotly within her. She knows she should deny it, but the truth is too hard to hide in this moment. Her cheeks flush darker still at your accusation, her breath catching in her throat as tears begin to well up in her eyes. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "I didn't mean it...please..."

She looks away again, unable to meet your gaze as more tears spill down her cheeks. Her chest heaves with emotion, her body trembling with fear and embarrassment. Despite everything, there's a part of her that still longs for the attention you're giving her...but it's the wrong kind of attention, and she knows it will only lead to more pain.