Page 56 of Her Alien Guardian

Next to me, I could hear the rustle of fabric as Mr. Blackwood and Mr. Thornton similarly disrobed Lydia and Elara. The electric charge in the air in the room seemed to grow more intense, a potent mixture of shame, fear, and involuntary arousal that made me feel a little faint.

Gamma’s fingers brushed against my skin as he reached for the clasp of my camisole. With a subtle gesture, he activated the magnetic release, causing the delicate fabric to loosen. I felt the cool air of the room caress me as Gamma gently lifted the garment over my head, his movements slow and deliberate. The lacy material whispered across my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. I stood there, topless and trembling, my arms instinctively moving to cover my breasts.

“Arms at your sides, Tessara,” Gamma murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

Reluctantly, I lowered my arms, exposing myself fully to the room. I could feel the weight of everyone’s gaze on me, causing my cheeks to burn with embarrassment. The tingle between my legs intensified, my governor working overtime to curb my shameful arousal.

Gamma’s large hands moved to the waistband of my drawers, his fingers finding the magnetic clasp with practiced ease. With a soft click, the fabric loosened, and I felt my last piece of clothing begin to slip down my legs. Time seemed to slow as the drawers descended, revealing the smooth cleft of my cunny areas to the assembled group. The soft cotton pooled around my ankles, leaving me completely naked.

I stood there, utterly bare, my skin prickling with a mixture of shame and an unwelcome excitement. My hands twitched at my sides, desperate to cover myself, but Gamma’s stern gazekept them in place. I could hear the rustle of fabric and soft gasps from Lydia and Elara as they too were disrobed by their guardians.

My tummy flipped as I couldn’t help glancing at Lydia’s little bottom, to see that the stripes from Dr. Porter’s cane hadn’t vanished from her taut rear cheeks. They had turned a dull purple that made me wince at the thought of how it must hurt Lydia to sit down—and how my own bottom would hurt me, too, once the headmaster had caned me there.

Mrs. Porter moved efficiently around the room, gathering up our discarded clothing. The soft clink of hangers and rustle of fabric seemed unnaturally loud in the charged silence of the room. I watched, mortified, as she carefully folded my camisole and drawers, placing them on a nearby chair with the others.

Dr. Porter cleared his throat, drawing our attention. His stern gaze swept over our naked forms, his expression a mixture of disappointment and resolve. “Young ladies,” he began, his voice low and serious, “take a moment to consider how you’ve come to be in this position. Naked and awaiting punishment in front of your guardians and instructors.”

I felt my blush deepen, spreading down my neck and chest. The shame of standing there, completely revealed, was almost overwhelming. Yet beneath it, I could feel a confusing kind of excitement, my body betraying me with its response to the situation. Again I felt my governor at work, and the knowledge that Gamma could, if he wanted, see my helpless, mortifying arousal on his handheld made me want to sink into the floor.

“You find yourselves here,” Dr. Porter continued, “because you chose to indulge in forbidden pleasures. You allowed your baser instincts to override the self-control and modesty expected ofproper Prosperian young ladies who will one day hopefully be wives.” His gaze lingered on each of us in turn, making me squirm under its intensity.

Dr. Porter paced slowly in front of us, his polished shoes clicking against the hardwood floor. The sound echoed in the hushed room, each step punctuating his words. “It is my sincere hope,” he said, his voice low and grave, “that you feel a great deal of shame in this moment.”

I felt my cheeks burn hotter at his words, the weight of his disapproval settling heavily on my bare shoulders. The cool air of the room raised goosebumps on my bare skin despite the heat of embarrassment that seemed to come and go in waves through my whole body.

“This shame,” Dr. Porter continued, pausing to look each of us in the eye, “is not merely a punishment. It is a tool, a safeguard against future transgressions.” Once again, I felt the intensity of his gaze. “I trust that the mortification you feel now, standing naked before your guardians and instructors, will serve as a powerful deterrent. That it will prevent you from renewing the lewd misconduct that has brought you to this point.”

The grandfather clock in the corner ticked steadily, each second stretching into an eternity as we stood there, exposed and ashamed. The warm afternoon sunlight streaming through the tall windows seemed to highlight every curve and intimate feature of our bodies, leaving nowhere to hide.

Dr. Porter’s voice took on an even more severe tone, then. “My dear, though naughty, girls, I want you to understand this very clearly. The physical marks of the whipping I am about to deliver to your naughty bottoms will remain for some time, as will the pain you will so justly feel in the region of your body whereyou saw fit to misbehave so lewdly. When you sit at your desks or at a table you will feel my justice there. When you look at your young backsides in the mirror, or turn your eyes to your schoolmates’ posteriors when you prepare for bed, you will have a reminder of this lesson. Both the stripes from my cane and the soreness I impart will fade, however. It is my fervent hope, nevertheless, that the shame of having been whipped in the nude will remain.” He clasped his hands behind his back, his posture straight and commanding. “Let it be a constant companion, a voice in the back of your mind stopping you from indulging in such naughtiness again.”

I risked a glance at Gamma, seeing the stern set of his jaw, the intensity in his eyes. I had broken a rule, here where the man I loved had sent me specifically to learn the rules. The thought of disappointing him further made my heart ache.

“Now then,” Dr. Porter said, his tone becoming brisk and businesslike, “we shall proceed with the punishment.” He turned toward us, his gaze settling on the auburn-haired girl beside me. “Miss Elara will be whipped first.”

I heard Elara’s sharp intake of breath, saw her shoulders tense from the corner of my eye. The air in the room seemed to thicken, charged with anticipation and dread.

“You other girls,” Dr. Porter continued, “are to face the wall with your hands upon your heads. This position will serve as a reminder that your bodies are in the safekeeping of your instructors and your guardians, and that they will one day be the property of your husbands.”

CHAPTER 31

Gamma

I watched Lydia and Tessara obey Dr. Porter’s command on trembling legs, moving to face the wall a little ways away from the whipping horse. Elara’s legs shook even more violently, and tears of fear ran down her cheeks, as she approached the imposing bench.

My eyes went back and forth between the girl about to be whipped and my own lovely Tessara, noticing with a leap of my cock how the sweet curve of her hips led down to the perfect roundness of her bottom. Part of me wanted to gather my beautiful, spirited girl into my arms and tell her I would protect those little cheeks from the headmaster’s cane.

Another part, though, told me that Alpha and Sala were absolutely right: Tessara needed this, just as her schoolmates did. The constant vibrations I’d felt from my handheld device as Tessara’s governor took the edge off the need in her pussy told me how very aroused the scene had gotten her. She had broken the rules, just as Lydia and Elara had, and she must learn theconsequences of such misbehavior here on her new home world. More important, those consequences would help mold her into the happy, submissive mate for whom I yearned.

Mrs. Porter’s melodious voice cut through my reverie. “Gentlemen, please make yourselves comfortable,” she said, gesturing to a row of imposing leather armchairs arranged along one wall of the music room. “You’ll have an excellent view of the proceedings from there.”

I moved toward the indicated seating, my eyes never leaving Tessara’s trembling form. As I settled into the butter-soft leather, I couldn’t help but marvel at the attention to detail in every aspect of the academy. Even these chairs, designed for witnessing punishment, were crafted with the utmost care and comfort in mind.

From my vantage point, I had a clear view of both the whipping horse and the wall where Tessara and Lydia stood, hands atop their heads. The rays that poured through the room’s tall windows cast a golden glow over the scene, highlighting the gentle curves of Tessara’s body and the goosebumps that had risen on her pale skin.

I reached out with my enhanced senses, focusing on Tessara. Her emotions washed over me in waves—fear, shame, and an undercurrent of arousal that seemed to both confuse and mortify her. Her heart was racing, its rapid rhythm almost audible to my sensitive hearing. I could sense how faint she felt, her knees trembling slightly as she struggled to maintain her position.

Then I found my attention drawn to the center of the room as Dr. Porter began to secure Elara to the whipping horse. The headmaster’s movements were practiced and efficient as heguided the auburn-haired girl into position. Elara’s quiet sobs echoed in the hushed room as Dr. Porter gently but firmly pressed her upper body down onto the padded surface of the bench.

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