Author's Note

And now some disclaimers:

This story takes place in the Preliminary Tour universe and as such it operates on "porn logic." That is, a world where sex can happen between any legally of age characters for the flimsiest of reasons. It is not meant to depict either reality as we know it, nor of the canonical version of the "Equestria Girls" setting.

The author would not endorse or condone the types of activities that occur in this story if they happened in the real world. This story is flat out a work of pornography. It exists to amuse, arouse, and titillate its audience with the outlandish scenarios contained therein. All characters depicted in sexual acts are intended to be at least 18 years old and able to consent to those acts.

Welcome back to the world of Preliminary Tour. Let's see how they do things at Crystal Prep, shall we?

1. Friday Afternoon

FREE USE FLARE

I.

“Take them off,” Cadance ordered.

“What?” Sunny Flare replied, blinking in surprise.

Cadance sighed. They always tried to get out of it. “I am confiscating your panties. Take them off. You know they aren’t allowed under the dress code.”

“I-I’m not wearing panties, Principal Cadance,” Sunny protested, her hands gripping the hem of her skirt. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment, which Cadance knew for a fact was something Sunny Flare only did when she was caught doing something she shouldn’t.

“Really?” the principal said, standing up and walking behind the younger girl. “So you’re saying Ms. Blaze DIDN’T see you wearing them just ten minutes ago, when you tripped in her classroom after the dismissal bell for her class rang?”

Sunny Flare swallowed hard. She hadn’t thought anyone had seen under her skirt when she stumbled out of the room. Damn Suri Polomare and her ridiculous handbag left in the aisle!

She didn’t have time to dwell on wondering how Ms. Blaze had seen her, however, as Cadance’s hand slipped under her skirt and gripped her left, definitely panty-clad buttock firmly.

“Mmm-hm,” Cadance hummed, satisfied. “And you expect me to believe these are gym shorts or something like that under here, hm?”

“Yes, Principal Cadance… er… I mean, no. I mean –”

Cadance sighed again, withdrew her hand and walked back in front of Sunny, leaning up against her desk and folding her arms

“Sunny, the dress code is very clear. Students are not allowed to wear underwear of any kind during school hours, with the exception of gym classes and, in the cases of students with ovaries, whenever their menstruation cycles are happening. You ARE aware of this rule, yes?”

“Yes, Principal Cadance,” Sunny said quietly.

“Are you currently on your menstruation cycle, Sunny?”

“No, ma’am.”

Cadance nodded. “Right. Panties off. Now.”

Sunny nodded and reached under her skirt. She pulled her panties, a soft teal pair of briefs, down her legs before stepping out of them. Cadance held out her hand.

“Hand them over, please.”

Sunny placed the garment in the principal’s hand. Cadance held them up and smiled approvingly.

“Well, at least they’re suitably modest,” she said. “The last time this happened, I confiscated a pair that was much more inappropriate. I asked the girl in question if she made it a habit to use dental floss as clothing.”

“Who was that?” Sunny asked. The question was out before she could stop herself.

“I’m not at liberty to say,” Cadance said, stepping back behind the desk. She opened a drawer, realized there wasn’t any room in there, given the number of pairs of underwear already in it, switched to another drawer and dropped Sunny’s panties inside. “You can have these back at the end of the semester.”

“Yes, Principal Cadance. It won’t happen again.”

Cadance looked at her student and a cold grin spread across her features. “Oh, I intend to make sure it doesn’t.”

She reached back into a third drawer and pulled out what looked like a vinyl covered ping pong paddle. Sunny Flare sucked in a breath. Even though she had expected this was coming, and had seen the paddle several times before in her time at Crystal Prep, this was the first time Cadance had been the one to wield it.

Cadance enjoyed her new position as the principal of Crystal Prep Academy. Ever since the incident at the Friendship Games, and Twilight Sparkle’s transfer to Canterlot High, Abacus Cinch had quickly shown that she was more concerned with constantly winning than anything else, which had led to several unjustified discipline sessions involving members of the CPA Friendship Games team, and that, of course, led to several concerned parents lodging formal complaints with the school’s board of directors.

Not necessarily about the discipline sessions. Every parent was well informed on how CPA kept order, and were more than welcome to withdraw their child from enrollment if they felt it was too harsh. But, when investigation revealed that the discipline dispensed was FAR in excess of the supposed infractions, Cinch was quickly relieved of her position and Cadance installed in her place.

And the look of apprehension on Sunny’s face was delighting Cadance to no end. If anything, this was what she was looking forward to the most about her new position. Not that she was cruel or arbitrary about it, as Cinch had been during her declining weeks in charge. But she had often had little twinges of jealousy as she passed by Cinch’s office and heard the paddle being applied to a wayward student. The cries and gasps that emanated from behind the door sent chills down her spine and on more than one occasion she needed to take a few minutes to herself in the faculty restroom afterwards. Such power over others excited her and now, she was the one who held that power.

And she intended to use it. Thoroughly and in much more creative ways than Cinch ever had.

As Cadance brought the paddle back around the desk, Sunny bent over and braced her arms on its surface, positioning herself so her bottom stuck out slightly. Cadance smirked to herself, and gently patted Sunny’s ass over her skirt.

“No. Not that position,” she said.

Sunny looked over her shoulder, confused. “I’m sorry, Principal Cadance? I thought I was getting a spanking?”

“Oh, make no mistake, you certainly are,” Cadance answered. She set the paddle on top of the desk, then put her hands on Sunny’s shoulders and spun the girl around so they were facing each other. She stepped forward, pushing slightly until Sunny was sitting on top of the desk. Cadance stepped back and gestured at her.

“Legs up. Feet flat on the desk.”

Sunny swallowed and slid back on the top of the desk so she had enough room to comply with the principal’s instructions. As she got into position, she realized that there was no way to maintain it without spreading her legs. Her skirt slipped down in the gap between them, protecting her modesty, but Sunny was already suspecting that wouldn’t last for long.

It didn’t. Once she was situated, Cadance grabbed the girl’s knees and spread her legs even wider, her expression reminding Sunny to keep her feet flat. Once that was done, the principal reached out and drew the hem of the skirt up to Sunny’s waist, exposing the girl’s nethers to the cool air conditioning of the office.

Cadance smiled as she saw the purple tuft of hair that covered Sunny’s crotch. “And here I thought all you girls shaved these days.”

Sunny’s face turned bright red and she looked away. “I don’t like the idea of blades being down there.”

Cadance let out a chuckle. “Well, I certainly can’t fault you for that.”

She picked up the paddle then gently took Sunny’s chin in her other hand and turned the girl’s head so she was facing her. “Do you know why Crystal Prep doesn’t allow students to wear underwear, Sunny?”

“No, ma’am,” Sunny answered. She fought the urge to squirm. She felt a rush of heat to her crotch and she tried to keep herself under control. This is punishment, so why am I getting so turned on?!

“I-I just thought it was one of those weird old traditions the school had that no one really remembers the reason for,” she said aloud.

That got another laugh out of Cadance. “Well, you aren’t entirely wrong. You see CPA was founded by a noted educator who had very firm ideas about keeping the students focused on their studies. He noticed that teenagers are usually raging balls of hormones who spend far too much time thinking about getting their hands on each other and not on their lessons. But, he had an unusual approach to solving the problem.

“He thought that if the sexual titillation of the students was elevated to a high enough point, it would stop being a temptation and become commonplace. The novelty, and thus, the thrill would be gone. And for the most part, it worked. And ever since then, no CPA student has worn underwear while attending classes.”

Cadance turned to the side and hitched up the side of her skirt, revealing a full expanse of leg and hip. Sunny’s eyes popped open wide at the display, before looking up at the principal.

“And I agree with the method,” Cadance explained. “I haven’t worn underwear except when I absolutely have to since my days as a student here.”

She slid her skirt back down and turned to face Sunny again, gently tapping the paddle in the palm of her hand. “Which is why it’s such a serious matter when someone thinks she can get away with wearing panties in my school.”

Sunny looked at the paddle, then down at herself, and the pieces finally clicked in her head. “Oh, please, Principal Cadance, I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!”

“I know you won’t, Sunny.” Cadance took Sunny’s hands and positioned them so she was holding onto the underside of her knees. “Now, keep your legs open and this will be a quick ten swats. If you let go of your knees or your legs close, we’ll have to start all over. Understand?”

Sunny swallowed hard and nodded her head. “Y-yes, Principal Cadance.”

As Cadance stepped back and looked Sunny over, the girl’s mind was racing with dread… and not-quite-dread.

I can’t believe this. I’m sitting here actually waiting for her to spank my pussy! Cinch never went this far, even when she paddled me for ten minutes after the Games! And I was only chewing gum in class that time!

Oh, god, she’s just staring at me. Why doesn’t she just get it over with? What is she… wait… ohhhhh SHIT! WHY DO I SUDDENLY FEEL SO HOT AND SQUISHY? Calm down, calm down… maybe she hasn’t notic–

“AHHHHHH!” Sunny cried and nearly lost her grip on her knees as the paddle hit her squarely on her slit. The sudden sting of pain shot through her brain, and, fortunately for her, caused her hands to clench involuntarily, digging her fingernails into the soft flesh behind her knees.

“Keep count, please,” Cadance said, pleased with the reaction she had gotten. Sunny forced her eyes open and looked up at Cadance, confused.

“C-count?” she asked.

Cadance nodded. “You’ll need to keep track. If you forget, that will also mean we have to start over. Understand?”

Sunny returned the nod and took a breath. Her slit was still stinging, and she was certain that she was getting wet from the treatment she was getting. But, she wasn’t going to give up now. She’d taken the worst Cinch had to dish out, and she wasn’t going to cave into whatever perverse punishment Cadance had in store for her.

“One, Principal Cadance,” she said, her voice quiet but steady.

She barely finished her statement when Cadance brought the paddle down again. Another sharp sting rocketed through the teenager’s body, but this time Sunny had a split second to notice and made sure her grip on her legs was firm.

“T-two,” she stammered.

“Good girl,” Cadance cooed. She reached out and ran the flat surface of the paddle along the inside of Sunny thighs. Sunny let out a shuddering breath as the feel of the cool vinyl caused little tremors of pleasure to rush up her legs and spine.

She had very little time to savor them as the paddle once again slapped against her slit. Another shocked cry escaped her upper lips, while her lower lips were starting to turn red, and as Sunny soon realized, becoming quite engorged. She also felt a familiar tightness in her nipples as they began to stiffen.

Oh god… did this just trigger a fetish I didn’t know I had? Why is this happening? Why am I getting so horny? Can she tell? Can she – what is she staring at me for? What does she – OH CRAP!

“THREE!” Sunny yelped. Cadance grinned.

“You almost had to start over. Something distracting you, Sunny, dear?”

“N-no, Principal Cadance.”

“Oh good. I would hate to think that THIS –”

Another hard slap to the crotch resulted in another howl of aroused pain and a hurried “Four!” from the teenager.

“-- would be causing you to lose focus,” finished Cadance. “That wouldn’t do at all, now would it?”

Sunny swallowed hard and shook her head. Her breath was coming in sharp short gasps. She felt even more exposed now. The pain was still there, but now there was a sharp pleasure coming after it, and possibly even overtaking it. She felt like her pussy was opening itself, inviting even more contact from the paddle.

Cadance took a quick glance down between her errant student’s legs and noted with delight that the girl’s clit was visible. But it wasn’t quite ready for her attention yet.

For Sunny’s part, her clit had ALL of her attention. She felt the stiff nub almost start throbbing as Cadance brought the paddle down again –

“AHHH! F-f-five!”

– and it felt to Sunny like it was growing larger in that strange way only very small parts of the body can feel when they’re in some form of distress. Her bra (which she should also should not have been wearing, for the record) felt a size too small. Her uniform was hot and itchy and she longed to get out of her clothes.

SMACK! “SIIIIIIIIIIIX!”

Tears started flowing down Sunny’s cheeks as the contradictory feelings overwhelmed her. She fought to maintain her position, not wanting to be forced to start her punishment over.

And then…

Oh NO!

…she felt a bead of moisture slide down the juncture where her leg met her crotch and slip under her butt.

She involuntarily looked down then back up at Cadance, who was looking at her with a smug, satisfied smile.

“I told you,” said the principal. “Raging balls of hormones. Even when you’re being disciplined.”

“I’m s-s-”

SMACK!

“I’M SORRYYYYYY! SE-EH-EH-EVEN!” Sunny wailed. She tightened her grip on her knees, gritting her teeth as her fingernails dug in so far she was sure she was going to draw blood.

Cadance’s expression softened and she gently patted Sunny on the head with her free hand.

“I know you are. We’re almost done. Only three more left. Can you be a brave girl and hang on?”

Sunny sniffled, inhaled sharply through her nose and nodded. Cadance gave her another supportive smile.

“I’ll make them quick,” she said. And she did.

SMACK! “EIGHT!” SMACK! “NIIIIIIINEEEEE!”

Cadance took a step back, unconsciously rotating her arm at the shoulder. She looked at Sunny, who by now was a nearly senseless mass of guilt, remorse, and quite evident arousal. She was struggling to keep her feet flat and Cadance was sure she had no idea her grip on her knees was mostly due to a herculean effort by her fingertips.

Sunny’s cool blue skin was now a bright red between her legs and glistening visibly. Her clit had fully emerged and presented a delightfully tempting target.

A target that Cadance simply could not resist. She held the paddle directly out in front of her with her right hand, vertically, the flat surface parallel to Sunny’s overstimulated slit, mere inches from the trembling teenager’s twat. She took her free hand and gripped the top of the paddle, pulling it back, letting her right wrist relax enough to bend with the pull, but also using enough muscle to provide some resistance. She pulled until she felt the maximum amount of tension, then looked up at Sunny’s flushed face.

“Sunny,” she said.

Her voice cut through the feelings of dread, frustration, and unbearable arousal Sunny had been preoccupied with. And no sooner did she look up at Cadance, the principal released her left hand, and the paddle crashed down squarely on Sunny’s clit.

The impact caused an immediate chain reaction as all the feelings that had been battling within the teen girl were suddenly released in an explosion of euphoria, endorphins, pain, and electric thrills that ran throughout her body. Sunny’s mind went blank and she finally lost her grip on her knees and crashed onto her back on the surface of the desk as her legs vibrated, her toes curled inside her shoes, and her fists clenched. Sexual fluid flowed from her pussy, creating a small puddle on the edge of the desk.

And somehow, through the sheer pleasure that overwhelmed her, Sunny remembered.

“TEH-EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHHH-ENNN! F-f-f-ff-fff–ffffuuuuhhhhh-ckkkkkk…”

Sunny’s voice trailed off as she began to come down from the high. She placed the paddle on the desk next to the exhausted girl, then went into a nearby closet where a mini fridge sat. She took out a bottle of water and placed it on the corner of the desk, before tugging the hem of Sunny’s skirt back down.

She helped the dazed girl off the desk and sat her back down in the chair. Sunny let out a slight moan and winced as her red and sensitive pussy made accidental contact with the seat. Cadance opened the bottle of water and handed it to her. Sunny quickly began guzzling it down.

“Take a moment to compose yourself, Sunny, dear,” said Cadance, walking back around behind her desk. “I’m going to clean things up a little, then we can discuss the rest of your punishment.”

Sunny almost did a spit take, but managed to swallow the mouthful of water before doing so.

“Wait, what?” she said. She leaned forward sharply…

… then sat back just as sharply when her swollen labia brushed the seat of the chair again. She let out something between a shriek and a wail as the pleasure and pain zinged back through her.

Cadance pulled a canister of antiseptic wipes from another drawer, and quickly wiped down the paddle and the desktop, before putting everything away and sitting in her own chair.

“Now, as for the rest of your punishment…”

“But, I thought that was it!” Sunny protested. “I’m not wearing panties anymore and you… um… paddled me–”

“Yes, but the paddling was for lying to me about wearing panties in the first place. As far as I’m concerned, liars get paddled, you see.”

Sunny stared at Cadance. Her brain felt fuzzy. The mix of the punishment, the situation, the principal’s twisted logic, and, yes, the mind blowing orgasm were overwhelming her.

“I… I’m confused,” she admitted. “What else have I done?”

Cadance gave her a sympathetic smile. “Well, let me clarify things for you. You have committed two offenses. One, you wore panties in violation of the school dress code. Then, two, you lied about wearing those same panties when I told you to take them off. Because you lied, you were paddled on your genitals as a sharp reminder that we take honesty very seriously at Crystal Prep.

“Which brings me to the punishment I’ve determined is the best course of action in the event a student is caught wearing underwear during school hours.”

Cadance rested her elbows on the desk and interlaced her fingers. “Today is Friday. Starting Monday morning, you will be attending school naked.”

The statement cut through the fog in Sunny’s brain immediately. She stared, wide eyed in disbelief. “What?!”

“Clearly, you can’t be trusted to obey a basic part of the dress code, so steps will be taken to ensure you won’t just commit the same offense again.”

“B-but for how long?” Sunny asked. “Not the rest of the year?”

Cadance blinked and let out a laugh. “Oh, no, no! Things aren’t THAT severe. It’s just a simple dress code violation. I don’t see any reason you’d have to stay naked for more than a week.”

“A WEEK?!” Sunny goggled.

“And you won’t be completely naked,” elaborated the principal, seemingly oblivious to her student’s look of disbelief. “You’ll still be allowed socks and shoes. But otherwise, yes, during school hours next week, you will not wear any other clothing.”

“But an entire week?! That’s not fair!”

The phrase was out of her mouth before she could stop it. That particular argument never worked. Very little at Crystal Prep was fair during Cinch’s reign, and it seemed that wasn’t likely to change under Cadance either.

“Welllll,” Cadance said, leaning back in her chair. “I could be persuaded to reduce the length of time to, say, ONE day…”

“Yes! I’ll take it!” Sunny cried, practically leaping out of her chair.

Cadance fixed her with a look. “Don’t be too hasty. You haven’t heard the rest of my proposal.”

Sunny slid back in her seat. It wasn’t as painful now. In a weird way, it felt oddly pleasant to have her lower lips rubbing against the imitation leather of the chair.

“I’m sorry, Principal Cadance.”

“That’s all right.” Cadance leaned forward again. “If you choose the one day option, not only will you be spending it naked, you will also be at ‘total service’ to your fellow students.”

Sunny frowned. There was something about ‘total service’ as a potential punishment in the school’s rules and regulations but no one she knew had ever heard of it being used before. If it ever had.

“What does that mean, exactly?” she asked. “I’ve heard of it, but I don’t think anyone’s ever gone into detail?”

Cadance nodded. “It hasn’t been used all that much. I think the last time was forty or so years ago. ‘Total service’ means that you will be available to all the students in the senior class in any way they like. And I mean ANY way.”

Sunny looked at the principal in confusion again, before the implications suddenly set in and her face flushed bright red. “You m-mean… anyone in the school can –”

“No,” Cadance cut her off. “Not anyone in the school. The faculty, staff, and the younger classes will not do anything with you. Only your fellow seniors will… have access, shall we say.”

“B-but, I would have to do…?”

“Anything they ask you to do that does not cause any injury, not even the slightest bruise. Nor will anything happen while a class is in session. You MAY be asked to aid in classroom demonstrations, but no one will touch you while that happens. Otherwise, yes, you will be at ‘total service’ to your fellow seniors, even in an… intimate way.”

“I HAVE to do this?”

Cadance shook her head. “No. Don’t misunderstand the nature of the punishment. You will be naked in school on Monday either way. But I am offering you a choice as to how long you will be required to be naked. If you choose the one day option, you will be under the rules of ‘total service.’ However, you also have the option of being naked for the entire week. If you choose that option, no one, and I mean absolutely no one will so much as lay a finger on you.”

The principal’s expression darkened and Sunny swallowed at the sound of the grim pronouncement that came next.

“I will make sure of it, and anyone who dares to violate that edict will be made an example of.”

“I… think I see,” Sunny said. “Um… do I have to decide right now?”

Cadance’s expression brightened. “No. Take the weekend to mull it over. Be back here in my office fifteen minutes before classes start on Monday. I will need your answer then. If you haven’t made a decision, then we will default to the week long option. Agreed?”

Sunny considered. The whole situation seemed unreal. Absurd. But one look at the principal’s face was enough to convince Sunny Flare that Cadance was absolutely serious about her going through with it.

She took a deep breath, and nodded. “I’ll have an answer for you on Monday.”

“Excellent.” Cadance turned to the computer sitting on the corner of the desk. She typed for a few moments, then clicked the mouse. The sound of a printer coming to life could be heard and Cadance rotated her chair around and then back again. She was holding a sheet of paper which she quickly folded and placed in an envelope. She handed it to Sunny.

“Give that to your parents. It will explain the situation and the options you’ve been presented. There is, of course, always the option of withdrawing your enrollment here, but I don’t think they’ll want to do something that drastic, especially now that you’re 18 and can make this kind of decision for yourself.”

Sunny took the envelope. “Thank you, Principal Cadance.”

Cadance stood up, prompting Sunny to do the same. “You’re welcome. You’re not a bad girl, Sunny. But rules are rules and there are consequences for breaking them.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Sunny said.

“You may go back to class now.”

Sunny nodded and left the office. As soon as the door closed, Cadance sat back down, picked up her desk phone and used the intercom function.

“Scribbles? I’m going to be pushing through some paperwork. Make sure I’m not disturbed for the next half hour, would you? Thank you, Scribbles.”

She hung up the phone and leaned back in her chair. Her hand idly slipped under her skirt and began teasing her folds. She let out a quiet sigh of satisfaction. Oh yes, Monday was going to be very interesting.

As her knuckles grazed her stiffening clit, she bit her lip in pleasure and her eyes flashed with a telltale pink glow of rogue magic.

Very interesting, indeed.