The "punishment" was just supposed to be a rumor, an urban legend to discourage rule-breaking on campus. It never actually happened... But all it took was the right girl, & the wrong test to cheat on.

There had been no real struggle in my when they brought me to the pillory in the courtyard. I had seen it before, but never seen it used! And though I had been scarlet with shame as they fastened my bare feet through the boards parallel to the low stage so that my feet couldn't lift or move from the ground, and then bent me over onto the grooves of the perpendicular board, leaving nothing to support my legs or chest. They lowered the top of the pillory in place and literally padlocked it on both sides.

The slots of the pillory were tight around my wrists and neck, like it had been designed for me, or perhaps, a smaller, thinner me. My back and hips were sore from keeping the steep bend between my secured ankles and where my head and hands were locked. But to rest would mean placing my entire weight on my neck against the unforgiving wood socket. And basic sense told me that it would cut off my breath instantly.

I could not turn my head more than an inch on either side, but I fest the jeering and lusty eyes upon me from every side. People were crowding around, pointing, commenting, almost laughing. But my captors were not done yet, and behind the board I heard the unmistakable sound of steel sheers sliding together. "No!" I thought, "They wouldn't!" But they did.

The metal slid cold against my exposed back just above my hips and under the seam of my skirt. One snip and the belt was severed, loosening the fabric so that it easily slipped down my legs. I tried to protest, but just as quickly, my panties followed down my legs, leaving my bare ass and pussy exposed to sky and eye, and lifted radiantly for convenience. I had never been so ashamed in my life. And though I was quite proud of my sexy, grown-up body, this degradation ruined any sense of showing off.

Another few snips and my shirt and bra were also removed from my body, and a couple tears later the shreds of my clothes were taken from me. I was helpless, exposed, kissed my the cool air against my naked skin from my back to my nipples to my slit. My peers and their instructors crowded around the small stage, and every angle offered them a show of my naked youth. The boys whistled and enjoyed the spectacle, and the girls cooed and laughed at "the one who got caught".