Natalie put on her uniform.

  She stood from her seat aantly began unbuttonieop. The experienced bat lead didn't so much as gnce up from the paperwork she'd started on. That both emboldened and disced her. The tight-fitting bat-ready blouse came off, and still Robin didn't look up.

  To her delight and terror, though—a very excited sort of terror—when Natalie stripped her bra off, there was a gnce upward of blue eyes, which paused however briefly on her exposed chest. They flicked down quiough that Natalie couldn't say she knew Instructor Robin was ied, but it gave her some fidence.

  fidence she quelled in short order. The most logical expnation for Robin's behavior here was that she was seeing if Natalie could be baited into ag inappropriately. Though was there any such thing as her ag inappropriately, giveuation? When she'd been ordered by a superior officer to strip naked and put on a slutty maid uniform?

  Then again, sidering the particur situation that had led to Natalie being disciplined in the first pce, maybe Robin's choice of trial was reasonable.

  Either way, it was an awful mess she was in.

  Instructor Robin's studious focus didn't falter as Natalie stripped, not even when she had bared her lower half to the air. She liked to imagine Instructor Robin had to fight particurly hard to not steal a gnce, but maybe Natalie was deluding herself.

  Panties, bra, socks, and skirt followed, and then she dohe new outfit. She slipped on the maid's tight blouse st.

  She had to admit Instructor Robin had been right. She had an eye for pig the right size. The uniform fit snugly, just tight enough for her to be all but spilling out of the frilly bd white ce, yet with the clothing still fitting. Not that any normal person would walk in and think, oh, that's a normal maid uniform, but hey, her nipples weren't showing, aher was anything else sensitive. So in a way, she was ready for service.

  Besides the ere she .

  Instructor Robin looked up from her paperwork, and her gaze didn't so much as hesitate at the ten throbbing inches of girlcock that were proudly bulging up the skirt she'd given Natalie. She briefly wondered whether she was going crazy, the ck of rea Instructor Robin gave.

  "Supplies are in the et, as I mentioned," Robin said.

  Blushing furiously, she went arieved said supplies. There was a disiant spray—or so she assumed, si was an unmarked bottle—and a thick sponge, along with a duster. When she'd finished pulling them out, Instructor Robin had set a light-blue crystal on the front of her desk. She caught the way Natalie's eyes wide it.

  "You know what this is?" Robin asked.

  "A rec crystal, isn't it?"

  "Indeed."

  Rec crystals were absurdly expensive, because the magical artifacts required plex and precise magical ws to make fun. Even more importantly, they were a retively new iion and thus in low supply. It hardly surprised Natalie that Instructor Robin had ohough. She was a high-ranker. She could afford much more expeoys, if she so desired.

  "You're … going to ree?"

  "For review ter, yes," Instructor Robin firmed. "As I will with most of our sessions." She tilted her head. "Does that make you unfortable? I assure you of my discretion."

  Natalie swallowed. Unfortable? Definitely. But not in a bad way. Rather, in that same mahat had her skin already hot and her cheeks flushed.

  There was, like usual, a veneer of practical expnation for why Instructor Robin would be rec their sessions for review—to go over what she'd done or said in more detail and adjust her approach for the session.

  Iy, it had to be because Instructor Robin wao be able to summon an illusionary image of Natalie crammed into the inappropriate maid outfit whenever she desired. What would Robin really be doing with the rec?

  Slowly, Natalie shook her head. Instructor Robin could record her if she wahe idea had her feeling all sorts of ways, but that had opped Natalie before.

  Instructor Robin hen, without further ent, returo her paperwesturing for Natalie to begin with her own task.

  She was excruciatingly aware as she went through the nooks and ies of Instructor Robin's office of just how much the uniform exposed. Especially when she o bend over to reach a deep space—or, holy, even somewhat shallow spaces. The tiny skirt barely kept her modesty even when she was standing up straight, and not at all whe too excited and her ere started to push the fabric up. Even without that extra factor, bending over the slightest bit had the skirt lifting up past the curve of her ass. Fag away from Instructor Robin, she had no idea whether the older woman was admiring what was exposed.

  The most maddening part was that Natalie didn't know if she was being ogled. She could have handled either, quite frankly. If she was or wasn't. It was the ambiguity of the situation that drove her insane.

  And not in the anxious way, or at least not that aloement, as much as anything else. Even if she mao keep her ere down, the smming in her heart didn't slow as she went about ing her Mistress's—Instructor Robin's office.

  Somewhat amusedly, Natalie sent off a prayer of thanks that she knew well enough how to . That wasn't a skill ma students had, sidering the sheer wealth they were born into. Likely the first time they'd ever done manual bor was for Teself. That art of the reaso used iails as their default punishment in the first pce. Being forced into mundane bor like scrubbing floors was meant to humble the typical student, who came from high stations of birth. Natalie didn't find it remotely humbling, of course. It was just ing.

  Though in this situation, it was ing with her ass on dispy for Instructor Robin. So. It had some effe 'humbling' her—just not in the usual way.

  A half-hour ter, she'd dusted down and ed any obvious spots that , which had been almost nothing. Instructor Robin's office had already been spotless. Robin obviously just wanted her to put on a performance, wandering around and bending over.

  And Natalie had gone and do without protest. In fact, with maybe more indulgehan necessary, stig out her ass and wiggling arou and right to really dust away at Instructor Robin's furniture.

  Because it was her duty. That was all. Not because her skin tingled whenever she imagined her instructor stealing looks. Though even if Robin wasn't doing so in the moment, she had a rec crystal to refereer, whenever she wahat idea had Natalie feeling nearly faint.

  Twenty mier, Instructor Robin tapped her papers on her desk to draw Natalie's attention. She jolted and turrying not to flush at the particurly promising position she'd been in. Instructor Robi her eyes evenly, not seeming the slightest bit flustered.

  "I'm finished," the Instructor said, standing from her chair. "Please apany me."

  She headed for the door, and with some dread, Natalie realized that meant they were heading out into the manor. While Instructor Robin only needed a few staff members to care for a house of this size, that still meant other people that would potentially see her in the revealing outfit.

  She swallowed, though, and as usual, didn't protest, simply following her instructor out the door.