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The next day, the girls arrived early for class. Crysta was wearing a beautiful full-length dress with the sides completely cut out, and replaced by strings connecting the front and back of the dress. The back was cut out very low, so the top of Crysta's crack could be seen. The dress was designed to be worn with nothing under it, and Crysta looked beautiful in it.
Donna wore a short dress with a slit up each side all the way to her armpits. A side view revealed Donna's breasts in their full glory. A single string held the front to the back of her dress, which kept the dress in place while she was sitting. Donna was radiant.
Susan arrived early, too, stark naked as ordered. Susan stood straight, hands at her sides, and seemed at ease. Crysta and Donna met her, and noticed she had shaved off all her pubic hair. The three girls sat together in the lecture hall. They all leaned back, and put their feet up on the seats in front of them. Susan sat between Donna and Crysta. "It looks like you made it through your punishment OK," Crysta said.
"It wasn't as bad as I worried it would be," Susan replied. "At first, I felt very self conscious, and I felt like I had to keep explaining and explaining why I was naked. I really wasn't prepared to be seen, either. I felt untidy because I hadn't shaved here in a long time. As soon as I got home, I started trimming, and then I decided to just shave it clean." Donna and Crysta took this as an invitation to look closely at Susan's crotch. To afford the girls a closer look, Susan put the bottoms of her feet together, and moved her knees apart. She was very limber, resting one leg on Crysta's long dress, and the other on Donna's bare leg. Crysta and Donna each placed one arm on Susan's thigh, and gently stroked Susan as the girls talked.
"Did a lot of people stare at you?" Donna asked, stroking her thigh, ever closer to Susan's buttocks. Susan had become very uninhibited, opening her legs wider as Donna neared pay dirt.
"I thought people would stare at me, but to my surprise, most people tried really hard not to look at me. On the campus bus, a boy sat down next to me and asked me if I would like to carry his books. I said 'yes' and he handed me his books, which I put on my lap. I pulled my hair down over my breasts," Susan demonstrated, "and felt almost decent for the first time since my punishment began." Susan's hair fell away from her breasts, so Crysta smoothed it back in place. As Crysta ran her hand over Susan's breast, she noticed the hardness of her nipple.
"Mmm," said Susan, enjoying the attention from the two girls. "Then yesterday evening a bunch of people from the dorm went to a restaurant on Main Street, and asked if I would like to come along. I was afraid to say no, because if it got back to the professor, he might punish me some more. It's dark in the restaurant, and I sat down first in the booth so I would be out of the way. The waitress was the first person who asked me why I wasn't wearing any clothes, so I told her it was punishment for violating the dress code, and all she said was 'Oh' and told us the specials and took our order. Another girl from my dorm, Polly was her name, sat next to me, and she put her hand in my lap, like this." Susan picked up Donna's hand, and placed in on her vulva. As Susan continued talking, Donna gently rubbed her wetness. Susan continued, "I drank a little too much beer, and being naked didn't bother me so much after that. And Polly was very nice to me. We went back to the dorm, and talked before going to bed."
"Then this morning, most people just took it in stride when I showed up at the dining hall for breakfast. I was bolder this time while I was waiting for the bus. For one thing now that I've shaved, I feel like I'm neater, and for another I guess I've just gotten used to the odd behavior of the people around me. Instead of sitting and trying to cover myself up, I stood next to the 'Bus Stop' sign. Some cars honked their horns, and I waved to them. Still, I'm looking forward to putting my clothes on again today."
"Be careful when the professor hands your clothes to you," Donna said. "Don't put on the shorts. He'll try to trick you. If you put them on, he will say you're in violation of the dress code again. So just put on your sweater, and sit down."
"Thanks, Donna," Susan said. "I didn't even think of that. You probably saved me a second day of punishment."
Just then, the professor walked in. He called, "Susan" and held out her sweater and shorts. She took just the sweater, and returned to her seat. She put her arms in the sleeves, and zipped it up around her breasts. Then she sat down again in the same wide-open position, with her feet on the chair in front of her, and her legs draped over Donna and Crysta. After Susan got comfortable, the professor held out the shorts again, and said "Your punishment is over, Susan."
Susan said, "No thank you, professor. I wouldn't want to be in violation of the dress code again."
The professor smiled at Susan as she walked, bottomless, back to her seat. Every other girl in the class was wearing a long skirt or dress. "Are any of you wearing panties?" asked the professor. "Admit it now, and you won't be punished." Everyone remembered the punishments inflicted on Susan, and no one wanted to suffer the same indignity. But no one stirred. "Jeanette," the professor called, "please stand up." Jeanette stood, and everyone saw the same thing: panty lines under her dress. "Are you wearing panties?" asked the professor.
"Y-yes," Jeanette stammered. "I admit it." Jeanette hoped this admission would spare her punishment.
"Too late, Jeanette. Bring me your clothes. You'll get them back tomorrow."
Jeanette stood up, and started to unbutton her dress. She seemed to be having trouble, and then it soon became apparent that Jeanette was crying. Susan rose to her feet, and went over to Jeanette, and tried to console her. The class enjoyed the view of Susan's naked bottom. The professor, however, was unmoved, and gave Jeanette one minute to get her clothes off or the punishment would get worse. Susan helped unbutton the dress, and slipped it off the sobbing girl. "Thirty seconds!" Jeanette cried louder, and put both her hands over her breasts, which made it hard for Susan to get her bra off. "Fifteen seconds!" Meanwhile, some other girls "pantsed" Jeanette, and tickled the back of her knees to get her to step out of them. "Five seconds" Susan and two other girls ran to the front of the room, each with a piece of Jeanette's clothing, while Jeanette remained standing, sobbing, with her hands over her breasts.
"Too late, the minute is up," the professor said before the girls reached him. "Now the punishment will get worse. What do you think I should do with you, Jeanette?"
"Tw-wo days of nudity?" Jeanette stammered.
"No, after one day, you might start to enjoy being naked, like Susan over here. Think of something else."
"I can't think of anything," Jeanette sobbed.
"Think hard, because if you leave it to me, it'll be worse than anything you can imagine."
"A month of nudity," she blurted. But it wasn't good enough to satisfy the professor.
"Since you lack imagination, I'll tell you the punishment, Jeanette."
The professor proceeded to describe a punishment that didn't sound so awful, but ended up being more horrible than anything Jeanette could have imagined. Jeanette left the room, and then suffered through two full days of the most disgusting horror she had ever endured.
The next day, every girl was wearing a long skirt or dress, and there were no panty lines to be seen. The professor said, "It took all week, but I see now my dress code has been a success. Does anyone have any questions?" One girl raised her hand. "Stand up, please." She stood, wearing a long, very thin, and skin-tight dress. There was nothing under this dress.
She said, "Some of us find it uncomfortable not wearing panties. If we agree to wear long dresses, can't we wear panties under them?" There was a murmur of agreement from the girls in the class.
"That sounds fair to me. The reason you are not allowed to wear panties is to discourage you from wearing miniskirts. And that's working, I see. Now, if I allow panties under long dresses but not under short ones, that should have the same effect -- to encourage you to wear long dresses. So I will amend the dress code. Under the new dress code, panties will be required under long dresses, and forbidden under short dresses."
Another girl raised her hand. "Professor, what is the definition of 'long'?"
"A good question," said the professor. "The line dividing 'short' from 'long' should be where the dress covers you up most of the time. I've noticed that a minidress that exactly covers a girl's rump also covers her front, with a little room to spare. But a dress that short is just too short to provide any sort of modesty when she is sitting. So I suggest this: if the dress hangs down more than two inches below the bottom of your, well, bottom, then it's a long dress. Is that a good definition, girls?" Many girls were seen nodding, but no one spoke up. "Of course, I will reserve the right to change this definition from time to time. The goal, as always, will be to improve overall modesty by encouraging you to wear longer dresses, and, with the new dress code, allowing you to be comfortable as well in those longer dresses." Sounds of general approval were heard from the girls in the class, who were looking forward to wearing panties again.
One of the girls raised her hand and asked, "Will the new dress code go into effect tomorrow?"
"It will go into effect soon, but I don't know what day. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe the next day, I don't know yet. I'll announce it on the day the dress code goes into effect."
"Um, professor," one girl called out, "that's not fair. I mean we have been very careful to wear long dresses with nothing under them. We have to know if the dress code will change tomorrow so we can dress accordingly."
"I don't understand what you're complaining about," replied the professor. "I outlawed panties to force you to wear long dresses, and that worked. You're all wearing long dresses. Now some of you would like to continue wearing long dresses but with panties underneath. So at your request, I amended the dress code to require panties under just the long dresses. By continuing to outlaw panties under short dresses, I expect you will be more discouraged than ever to wear such revealing clothing. Now you will be not only more decent but also more comfortable. I don't want to hear any more complaining about this."
That night, Donna and Crysta talked about the new dress code. Donna said, "It's interesting that the old dress code encourages long dresses, and the new dress code should encourage long dresses too. But since we don't know what day the new dress code will go into effect, we should find a way to adhere to both of them at the same time."
"And only a very short dress will accomplish that," Crysta finished. "How ironic." Crysta started looking for a short dress to wear. She put on the black dress she wore last week. "Measure me," she said.
Donna put a ruler up to Crysta's butt, and said "No good. Three inches from rump crease to hemline." Donna put on her white Dare to Be Bare dress she had worn last week, but without the panties this time, and motioned for the ruler.
"I don't even need to measure it," Crysta said. "It's well within the two inch limit. And you look great in it. But what can I wear?"
"Why don't you just put on a shirt?" Donna suggested. So Crysta tried on a a few shirts. Finally, she settled on a silk blouse with a straight bottom that fell exactly even with the bottom of her butt cheeks.
The next day, most of the girls wore long dresses. Only Crysta, Donna, and a few others who thought things through wore short dresses. Panty lines could be seen under many of the long dresses. The professor said, "We'll be using the old dress code today." A gasp of horror came up from the class as many of them realized they were in violation of the old dress code. Crysta and Donna smiled. The professor continued, "If anyone would care to admit they are violating the dress code, please stand now, and you won't be punished." After a long time, one girl stood, her panty lines clearly visible. "Take off your dress, so we may investigate this case."
"I thought you said there was no punishment" she said.
"This is not a punishment, just an investigation. Believe me, you'll know if it's a punishment." He waited while the girl took off her dress. She stood, covering her naked breasts with her hands, and looking sexy in her white bikini panties. "Now, please remove your panties, come up to the front of the class, and then hand me your clothes. Then stand here, facing the class. I'll give your clothes back to you after the investigation is finished." She quickly slipped off her panties, remembering that she who hesitates is punished, ran, tits bouncing, to the front of the class, and handed her clothes to the professor. She stood with her hands at her sides. "If anyone else would like amnesty, bring me your clothes, and stand in the front of the room." Two other girls took off their clothes, and stood in the front of the room. Everyone else waited. Finally, the professor handed the three naked girls their dresses, but he kept the panties. They put them on as they went back to their seats.
The professor said, "All the other girls wearing long dresses should now come to the front of the room." A general commotion started as girls began getting up and moving to the front of the lecture hall. "Each one of you will take off her dress." One by one, they stripped. Most covered their naked twats with their hands, but two wore panties. "You two," said the professor, pointing at the two girls wearing panties, "stay here. Everyone else may put your dresses on and return to your seats." Now addressing the two girls still standing in their panties at the front of the class, he said, "you must take off your panties, and spend the next twenty-four hours naked. You will get your clothes back tomorrow. No hiding, and no wearing clothes for twenty-four hours."
The next day, as the girls began to understand the effect of uncertainty over the dress code, more girls wore minidresses or long t-shirts without any panties because they realized this was the only way to adhere to both dress codes at the same time. When the professor came in, he said "Before I tell you whether the new dress code is in effect, I would like you to sort yourselves out based on the length of your dresses. We'll start by having everyone wearing a long dress please come to the front of the room and remove it." A general commotion arose as the girls wearing long dresses, now numbering less than half the class, rose and made their way to the front of the room. "Now strip," he said to the girls. Slowly, they removed their dresses. None of the girls were wearing panties. "I see you've all decided I was bluffing. You think I won't institute the new dress code. Well you are all wrong. Today, panties are required under long dresses. You are all punished, and must stay naked until tomorrow. You may now return to your seats." A chorus of complaints erupted, but it was choked off by an icy stare from the professor. They stripped in silence, and left their dresses in a heap. As the naked girls went back to their seats, the professor continued, "but tomorrow, I may reinstate the old dress code. Don't try to guess what it will be."
Now the girls wearing short dresses were feeling smug. They felt like they had beaten the system. But their smugness was short-lived. The professor said, "All you girls who are wearing short dresses, I want you to all stand up and examine each other, and measure the distance from the hem of the dress to the crease of skin at the bottom of your cheek. Your objective is to find the longest short dress." The professor waited as the girls measured one another. After a while, he said, "stop now. Whose dress covers the most?"
All eyes moved to Linda.
"Let me take a look at you, Linda." said the professor. He tilted his head to the left, and then to the right. "Linda, your dress looks pretty decent to me. I think it should be considered 'long'. You should be wearing panties under it. Come to the front of the room, take it off, and we'll see whether you're in violation of the new dress code. If so, then it wouldn't be fair to your beautiful naked classmates --" he made a sweeping gesture "-- to let you escape."
"But my dress is short, so I don't have to wear panties," she said as she started walking to the front of the room.
"What did I just say? From now on, I'll take a close look at the longest short dress, and if it seems decent to me, then it will be considered long. Does anyone have a problem with this?" Silence. "I didn't think so." Linda, removed her minidress and placed it on the pile of dresses, and returned, naked and humiliated, to her seat.
In all, about a dozen girls were stark naked, and were required to stay that way until the next day's class. This was the biggest mass-punishment yet. Crysta said, "This adds a new wrinkle to our dress code. We not only have to wear short dresses, but we have to make sure they're very short, or else he'll just call them 'long'."
"I have an idea," said Donna the next morning as they were dressing. "To avoid having the longest short dress, we'll wear stretchy crepe tops, you know, like tight-fitting peasant shirts. Most of the time we can pull them down over our privates, but in class, we'll let them ride up a bit." Crysta agreed. Both girls wore tight-fitting tops. When they pulled them down, they barely covered the front, and covered all but the last inch of their cheeks.
As they took their seats, the girls pulled up their bottoms so they would pass inspection. The girls sat bottomless as the professor called for any girls wearing long dresses to come to the front of the room. No one moved. All the girls were wearing short dresses. Then, the professor called for the girl wearing the longest short dress. The girls all stood and examined one another. The boys enjoyed watching them, because none of their pussies were covered, except one. She was a beautiful girl with straight black hair and small breasts wearing a thin T-shirt that only covered half-way down her ass, but just about all of her pussy was covered.
"Your dress is long," the professor declared. "The new dress code is in effect, so you should be wearing panties. Are you?"
Instead of answering, the girl simply removed her shirt. Her hard nipples traced two lines down the shirt as she took it off. She returned to her seat, naked, and made no effort to cover herself.
Every day was like this. Some girls wore belly shirts to avoid being stripped naked. Other girls wore longer shirts, and took the risk that on any given day they might be wearing the longest one. After a while the class reached an equilibrium, in which most shirts covered part of their pussy, but left their asses mostly hanging out in the breeze. One of Crysta favorite outfits was a very thin pink belly shirt, which just barely covered her breasts, and left her bottom completely exposed. It accentuated her sexy hips, too -- it really looked great on her. Donna liked to wear just a vest that made her look cute, especially when she left it unbuttoned, barely covering her nipples, and showing all the skin between her cute little breasts.
After a few weeks of this, the professor commented to the class. "Isn't this fascinating," he said. "We have two dress codes, either one of which alone would strongly encourage you to wear long dresses. But if I don't tell you in advance which will be enforced, you all wear very short dresses. Isn't that a wild dress code?" he asked. Crysta stood, and said "I like both your dress codes, and we're keeping to them. No panties, see?" As if it weren't already obvious, she coyly pulled the bottom of her shirt up a few inches, and then let it drop. Then she sat her naked ass down, and the lecture began. It was entitled "The prisoner's dilemma."