“Good idea,” Nhu shrugged, and then stood, taking her champagne glass with her. She went and sat at one end of their sofa. Georgia followed her and sat at the other. They looked back at the dining area, for the first time seeing the full length of Lisa’s beautiful, naked body with little white socks on each foot. They smiled at each other: this was going to do wonders for their sex life tonight too.

Lisa felt suddenly nervous at the idea of leaving the cover of the table, but from where the two girls sat she wasn’t covered anyway. She stood and picked up her glass. Georgia and Nhu tried not to stare as she walked towards them, but they were unable to control themselves.

Lisa stood in front of them with her champagne glass in her hand, suddenly feeling very nervous again. She didn’t want to sit on the foot stool opposite the couch, and she didn’t want to remain standing on display, although there was some pleasure to be had in seeing the lust in their eyes.

“Here,” Georgia said, shuffling up a couple of inches and patting the spot on the sofa between her and Nhu.

Lisa didn’t see how she could back out of the offer, so she stepped over and twisted herself around to back onto the sofa. She put her champagne glass on the floor and slid back into the seat.

Automatically, she put her feet up on the padded footstool opposite. Georgia and Nhu smiled at each other as they looked down at her slim, shapely legs and the short socks that she still wore on each foot.

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Sarah nodded, determined not to shed a tear despite the unbridled anger directed at her. She realised, there and then, that she hated the Reverend Mother, and she hated her methods, and that, no matter what, she resolved that she would not be cowed by her. She might obey, while the Reverend Mother had all the power, but that did not mean she was defeated. Three days naked in a convent was humiliating, but she could just about survive it.

That evening Sarah discovered a downside of her punishment: in her unclothed state, nobody would sit near her at the dinner table, or talk to her as they walked to prayer. Being ostracised was worse than being naked. At prayer she crouched, ashamed of herself, at the back of the room, begging for forgiveness because she knew that she had done wrong. Yet still, as she had after Sister Theresa’s punishment, she begged for forgiveness for the Reverend Mother, because she felt the Reverend Mother needed it even more than she did.

Sarah prayed some more within the solitude of her own room and, slipping off her stockings, she went to bed, her mind dwelling on how such a small lapse had gotten her into such deep trouble.

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I nodded as she rolled my jeans down my legs. I sat my bare buttocks on her sofa and lifted both my legs as she tugged at my underwear and jeans, pulling them off my feet and dropping them onto the back of a chair.

I’d honestly never felt so self-conscious, sat there, suddenly nude. Lisa sat back beside me in her PVC dress and boots.

“What…” I began, “What am I going to be wearing?”

Lisa looked thoughtful for a second. “Do you know Tina?” she asked me. I nodded, although I only barely knew the girl she was talking about.

“She has something for you to put on,” she told me.

“And where’s Tina?”

“She’s on her way. Or at least she said she’d get her early.”

I looked wistfully at my clothes crumpled on the chair: I’d have preferred to have gotten undressed after my outfit had arrived, not before. Then I glanced up at the table across the room, laid out with drinks and empty glasses. I noticed what looked like a pair of handcuffs on the far corner and then averted my eyes in embarrassment. I don’t know why.

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Theresa’s head appeared through the small gap. Her eyes went wide as she caught sight of Sarah lying prone and naked on the bed, her hands wrapped around the metal bed head and her coverings on the floor. In the dim moonlight that came through the window she could make out a thin film of sweat on her beautiful, smooth skin. She looked small and vulnerable and Theresa wanted to comfort her, but also to take things wherever they might lead. But instead of doing either of these things she stood in the doorway and adopted an innocent expression.

“Another dream?” Theresa said. Sarah nodded. At least she hadn’t asked if it was a bad dream, because it had been a very good one and Sarah was not going to lie to her. “Do you want company for a while?”

Sarah shook her head. “I’m fine,” she said, although part of her did crave some company, especially after her ostracism had denied it to her for much of the day. But she was too embarrassed to accept Theresa’s help.

“Just knock if you need anything,” Theresa said with a smile, more than a little disappointed that she hadn’t been invited in. Well, she thought, at least that fantasy was nipped at the bud if nothing else.

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“But, we’re good to continue?” Cassandra asked, looking at me hopefully with a hint of a smile on her face. She put her hands onto mine, which were still covering a nipple each and, gently, she pulled them away from my body. I offered no resistance. We stood opposite each other with our hands linked. I forced a smile and nodded.

“You’ll do fine,” she whispered, and then added a wink. My smile broadened a little; she really was good at winning people over. I stood, suddenly relaxed, and I realised I probably would have taken the bikini top off if she’d just asked more persistently earlier.

“So,” she said, instantly business-like again, “Was I interrupting you in the middle of something?”

She dropped my hands and they fell by my sides. I felt incredibly exposed, dressed only in my new denim shorts, but I resisted the urge to cover myself again. I took a deep breath.

“Oh,” Cassandra said, looking at my brand new shorts, “Now just to roughen your edges a little…” She reached towards my waist and, for some reason, I didn’t even move as she unbuttoned my denim shorts. They were propped over my hips so they weren’t about to fall down by themselves, and the zip held them closed, but with that small change I felt so much sexier, just for having that button hanging open. How could a nineteen year old know more about this kind of thing than me?

“You were about to?…” Cassandra prompted, distracting me from the protestation I was about to make.

“I, uh, I was just taking these ice teas outside,” I said. She smiled and nodded, and then turned to help Sue at the counter.

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