THE SURPRISE ASSEMBLY
Shannon walked into school in a great mood and why not? Yesterday, she had
skipped out of St. Mark's Catholic High School and spent the day with some kids
she had met through her older sister. They were hanging out in the city and had
invited her along. One of them, Rachel, was able to call into the school and say
she was sick and they had a great time in the city. It was so nice being out of
uniform and hanging out with older girls. She had even flirted with a college
boy who had taken her phone number and promised to call.
Before she got home that night, she snuck into the back yard and put on her
uniform, leaving her older, skipping-school clothes in a bag on the porch. She
then went around the front of the house and in, her dad never knew a thing.
It was a bright, sunny day but a bit chilly. January gets cold around here.
Shannon was wearing her school's uniform for girls...a blue tartan skirt, white
blouse, blue tights and blue and white saddle shoes. Underneath it she was
wearing a plain cotton bra and panties. Not that she needed much of a bra. While
all of her friends had developed, her breasts were tiny, still a 32A, much like
she was in grade school. She was tall and thin, 5'7, 110 pounds. She had long
legs (runners legs her Daddy called them) and a cute Irish face. She had a light
complexion with freckles that matched her strawberry blonde hair. Her pussy hair
was mostly sparse...just a touch of fuzz on that intimate area. Not that anyone
but her sister and her doctor ever saw it but her. No man had seen her naked in
a decade, since she was about 7. At that point, her daddy had told her that she
must cover up around the house...it was inappropriate to display your naked body
unless in the privacy of the bathroom or her bedroom.
She is a junior at the school and turned a lot of boys' heads in the past year.
Her teammates joked that the attendance at their basketball games improved when
Shannon joined the team and their uniforms inexplicably became shorter. Shannon
was also a cheerleader during the football season, president of her class for
student council and sports editor of the school newspaper. She was popular,
friendly and cute. She had it all.
That morning, as she entered school, everyone asked how she was feeling. The
only one who knew about where she had been was her best friend Carrie. As she
filled Carrie in during homeroom, the principal came over the PA announcing an
assembly in the auditorium at 8:30, before first period. This was strange,
Shannon thought. Her school was so strict and rigid that something must be
really wrong for them to call an assembly.
After homeroom, the entire class made their way to the auditorium. Her school
was relatively small, about 100 kids in each class. Once the 400 students got
settled, Mr. Jones got behind the microphone and began to speak.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are sorry that we had to call this assembly but
something terrible has been brought to our attention and it concerns one of you.
As you know, our school adopted some strict rules regarding certain areas of
discipline and today the first student to be punished under those rules will
begin her punishment."
Gasps went up around the whole student body and the boys started to whistle.
They heard that it would be a girl punished and knew what that would mean.
St. Mark's had some trouble in recent years with discipline. Now, rather than
suspend a student or kick her/him out of school, they were going to use
humiliation and public displays as punishments. Each student and her/his parents
had signed off on the new punishment, with most of the students thinking it
would never happen. Here was proof that it would.
"Would Shannon Malone please come up to the stage?"
All eyes turned towards her and she turned a bright red. Oh no, it was her! Oh
God, please no.
"Miss Malone, the punishment only gets worse if you do not obey orders. Let's
move."
Somehow, her legs got steady enough for her to make her way to the front of the
auditorium and on stage. She had been in front of people before at games and
stuff but never like this.
She got up and stood next to Mr. Jones. This was her first chance to look out
over the gathered crowd. Every eye in the place was on her, wondering what was
going to happen.
"Now, Shannon Malone has broken one of the major rules of our school. She
skipped classes yesterday and phoned in a false sick call. Each of those
offenses calls for complete nudity for two weeks and servitude. Since they are
combined, I have been authorized to call for your punishment to last six weeks
as an extra punishment."
The entire school gasped and Shannon erupted into tears. She shook her head, no,
no, please no.
"Here are the rules of the punishment. You are not permitted clothes during any
school functions, including dances, basketball games, liturgical events, etc.
You will be naked from the time you leave your house on the way here in the
morning until you get home. How your father chooses to punish you is up to him
but I would suggest that this punishment be kept up at home as well."
Shannon could not believe it. No, this couldn't happen to her, not to her. This
could not be happening. She was a good girl at school, someone who always did
what was asked of her. One slipup and here she was.
"We want to see some skin," she heard someone yell.
"Now, now, that is inappropriate behavior and if it keeps up you all will be
punished."
That got the crowd quiet. "However, that young man was right about one
thing...it is time to begin your punishment. Your clothes will be handed over to
me and kept in my office. Six weeks from today you may come and pick them up."
"Now, your shoes please Miss Malone."
Shannon knelt down on one knee and started to untie her left shoe, hoping that
this could somehow be stopped. She took off that shoe and then switched knees
and began on the other. She stood up, holding her shoes in one hand. Mr. Jones
held his hand out and took the shoes, placing them in a bag.
"Come on please Miss Malone, I would like classes to begin at a reasonable
hour."
She didn't know what to take off next. She reached under her skirt and pulled at
her tights. She was afraid that the boys in the front could see up her skirt and
then laughed to herself. Boys looking up her skirt were going to be the least of
her problems for the next six weeks.
She pulled the tights down and off her long legs and handed them to Mr. Jones.
She saw that he did not place them in the bag but in his coat pocket and
wondered why. But that was not something that overwhelmed her...after all, her
current frame of mind was not good.
Weighing the evils, she decided to take off her skirt. Her blouse was long
enough to cover her panties and would delay the inevitable ridicule of people
seeing her small breasts. She unzipped the skirt at the side and slid it down
her legs and it piled at her feet. She bent over to pick it up as she heard the
murmurs of her schoolmates.
What a sight she was from their point of view. Shannon Malone was hands down the
cutest girl in the school...and she never put out, or so the stories went. She
would go so far and stop, leaving boys with a bad case of blue balls. Now here
she was, in just her blouse and panties, her long legs on display. The few boys
that had not jerked off to her image were certainly going to start tonight.
"Come on please Shannon," Mr. Jones said, putting the skirt in the bag. "We have
to start the class day. Delaying it is not going to help matters Miss."
She struggled to remove her white blouse, her hands were shaking so much. It
wasn't much, but it was her last piece of covering in her mind. Soon of course,
even panties and a bra would feel covered. She managed to get the buttons undone
one at a time until her blouse was parted and her little bra-covered tits were
on display along with her white cotton panties. She took the blouse off one arm
at a time and handed it to Mr. Jones. This made it into the bag as well.
"Wait Shannon. We will take a vote of your classmates. Would you rather see her
remove her bra first or panties. Raise your hands for the bra?"
This was so humiliating...it was like she was a piece of meat at the auction.
They would decide what they see of her first. Her tears started to fall once
again, her little breasts heaved, making the 200 hardons in the room grow even
harder.
"OK, how about her panties." Shannon saw that this won hands down and was a bit
surprised. She guessed that hardly any of the boys had ever seen a naked pussy
but may have seen tits before. And the girls would know how awful it was to show
that most intimate area and wanted to see her suffer. Some friends.
"Panties it is. Shannon?"
She hooked her thumbs into the waist of the dainty little panties and lowered
them down her legs. She heard the gasps again as her almost hairless pussy was
now on display to her 400 classmates and the teachers. She realized that the
lack of hair down there made it even worse, more on display and vulgar.
"Very nice," Mr. Jones said, slipping the panties into his coat with the tights.
Being principal at a high school with young girls in short skirts can take a
toll on a man. These would come in handy when he remembered this event in his
office later. His fetish was smelling the crotches of used panties, especially
teen panties. Often he would sneak through the girls locker room during gym or
games and sniff their panties.
"Now the bra please," he said. "Finish the job and we can get on with our day."
Shannon again struggled to get the clasp of her bra undone but finally succeeded
and removed the garment, handing it to Mr. Jones. This went into the bag (not a
tit man, Mr. Jones thought), which was given to Mrs. Phillips, his secretary.
"You may rejoin your classmates Shannon and get on with your day. However,
remember that any attempt to cover yourself or to avoid being seen will result
in severe punishments. Do you understand?"
She nodded. "I need words Miss Malone."
"Yes sir," she said quietly.
With that he gestured for her to leave by the side steps. This was even worse,
being on display in front of the audience had been horrible. Walking among them
might be even worse. They were close enough to touch and many of them would, she
knew. She got to where her class was sitting and saw them file out of the
auditorium. Carrie came to her and gave her a hug and tried to shield her nudity
from everyone but it was impossible.
They got to the classroom after what seemed like an hour trip up the stairs. She
knew that the stairs was a place where her whole body would be on display. The
boys behind her got an excellent view right up into her slit and the boys above
would see right down her tits.
It felt weird being barefoot and naked in school. The air was cold and her
nipples were hard as rocks. She felt the draft blow right up against her pussy
and felt so vulnerable.
Finally they arrived at her classroom. She picked up her bookbag and put it on.
This just covered her back and nothing else so it was allowed. She walked to the
next class, Carrie right beside her, trying to talk to her and make her feel
better. But Carrie's class was down the hall and Shannon had to hustle all the
way to the third floor. It was art class, normally her favorite but she was just
not in the mood.
When she got there, she noticed that there would be a model and cringed. Usually
it was someone from the outside that her school paid to model for the students.
They weren't nude like they were at her sister's college but it was good
practice.
She sat down at an easel and took her art supplies out of her bag. She saw every
pair of eyes in the room on her and the awful display she was making.
"Class, let's get started." It was Miss Winters, one of the meanest teachers in
the school. She was normally a Spanish teacher. What was she doing here?
"Miss Ryan is out sick today and I am subbing for her this period. It is figure
drawing. Today, we will do the female anatomy. Shannon, you are going to be our
model. I was going to use a slide for people but a real girl with breasts and
vagina are perfect. Please come up here."
She was even more humiliated than before. She stepped up onto the raised stage
area and saw that Miss Winters had arranged stools on either side. She was led
to sit on the middle one and put her bare feet up on the ones on either side.
"Now, class, concentrate on this area," Miss Winters said, placing the pointer
around Shannon's pussy. "I want a good detailed drawing of this, notice the
texture, the lips, the sparse hair. Get those areas right and then we can move
on to the breasts."
Shannon didn't know why, but she felt her pussy start to water. Was she turned
on by this? No way, but her body was betraying her. She noticed a couple of the
girls in the front start to whisper and point and giggle. They passed the
information onto the few boys in the class who stared wide eyed and mouth open.
Tears formed in her eyes as she realized they had seen her arousal. How
humiliating!
PART TWO
"Oh dear, young lady, you are enjoying this...let me clean this area up a bit,"
Miss Winters said. "Oh God, how humiliating," she thought. The teacher grabbed a
handful of tissues and dabbed at Shannon's pussy, then spreading the lips and
scooping out the moisture that had accumulated inside of her lips.
Shannon gasped at the touch on her pussy and inside of her most private area.
She cried out when Miss Winters' finger touched her clit and almost moaned. "No,
not here..." despite her humiliation, she knew an orgasm wasn't far away. She
had to have this stopped, cumming with her classmates watching under the hand of
mean old Miss Winters would be too much to bear.
Miss Winters noticed the flushed look on Shannon that stretched from her face
down to her breasts and smiled. She stopped but Shannon's breathing continued to
be labored.
"You will notice class that Shannon is extremely aroused...the rest of her body
gives you that indication but look at her vaginal lips...and the leakage of her
arousal coming though her lips...see...these tissues are filled with her
juices...I will pass it around so anyone that wishes can smell what female
arousal can smell like."
Tears started to flow out of Shannon's eyes and down her cheeks. Was she not
entitled to any privacy? Was one sin really worth all of this punishment? Not
only had they removed her clothes but they were also removing all of her
dignity. Now, this whole class not only saw her arousal but also could now smell
it. How humiliating!
She couldn't look at her classmates and their leering eyes anymore so she
concentrated on the clock on the wall...9:30? Oh God, that means this class
still had a half hour...she felt like this was going on forever.
After a while, Miss Winters told the class that their vagina portraits were
excellent and to please turn them so that Shannon could see them. She cringed as
she saw dozens of portrayals of her own private parts staring back at her. She
had to admit that many were good and that her classmates were taking this
seriously...except for that group of boys who took the class to meet girls. They
had drawn dirty things, not taking much time at all.
"OK Class, title them Shannon's Vagina and hand them to me with your names on
the back. These will be displayed at our upcoming art show. Shannon, since you
were unable to participate today, we will have you do some extra credit work
with a mirror."
OH GOD! Would her humiliation ever end? Was she really going to have to draw a
painting of her own vagina for a class? UGGHH
"Now her breasts...I wish Shannon had more to work with here but at least it's
something. We could have done as well with some of the boys with their shirts
off."
BITCH! Shannon thought. Bad enough that she has been humiliating me since class
began...now she is comparing my little breasts to a boy's.
"Sit up please Miss...and you may close your legs now...I know that must be hard
for a girl like you."
Her words cut through Shannon and tears flew out of her again. She wanted to say
that she was a virgin and that this nudity was not her fault but she knew she
would remain silent...those extra punishments were supposed to be awful...she
didn't want to find out.
Miss Winters went on about the female breasts, explaining the function for
reproduction and also the sexual aspect of them. She also pointed out Shannon's
larger than average nipples and the roundness of her little breasts. Shannon
heard the scribbling of the pencils and saw the leering of the boys and some of
the snickering.
Finally, class was about over. "Class, please show Shannon your drawings of her
breasts."
Again, overwhelming humiliation as dozens of sets of breasts were displayed to
her. She knew right away that these would also be on display at the art show.
The class wrote "Shannon's Breasts" on their work and handed them in. Miss
Winters told Shannon she could get down and she did, grabbing her backpack as
the bell rang to signal the next class. For a second, she forgot where she
needed to be but then remembered...Biology. Then she started crying again,
remembering that they were studying the female anatomy.
In the hall, she was met by Carrie, who did her best to hide Shannon's nudity
from the class. "How was it?"
"It was awful," Shannon said, recounting the events of the 60-minute class.
"Yeah Miss Winters can be tough."
They entered the biology classroom and saw that the chalkboard said "Live
demonstration today!" She cringed, figuring it was going to be her again.
She grabbed a seat in the back of the theater type classroom. She tried to blend
in but knew that was impossible. She crossed her legs at the knee to keep her
pussy out of sight and held a book against her chest like she was reading. She
knew that she could be punished for covering her nudity but thought this was ok.
Father Magee walked into the room, holding his usual amount of textbooks. He was
in his 50s and took no crap from any students. He lived to bring a student down
a peg and Shannon instinctively knew that this was going to be hard...and she
had bio every day. At least art was only twice a week.
"Good morning ladies and gentlemen, I see one of you is out of uniform...that's
a nice look for you Miss Malone." The class laughed at her, enjoying her
suffering. Inside she thought, "I'll get all of you for this...sometime you will
all be naked and I'll get even." But outside, she took it, her face scrunched up
as she fought back the tears.
"And this is a perfect time for your little display Miss Malone, as we head into
our unit on the female anatomy. Normally, we have to rely on textbooks and
videos to show those sensitive areas of the female anatomy but luckily this time
we have a willing model."
She guessed that her blush extended from her forehead down to her bare toes as
she imagined the humiliation she was about to undergo.
There was a knock on the door and she saw the maintenance man Carl walk in,
pushing something and she groaned...a gynecologist chair from the nurse's
office.
"Father Magee, where do you want this chair?"
"Right here in front of the lectern Carl, where it will be in full view of the
rest of the class."
Carl moved the heavy table to the front of the classroom, and put it right on
display for all.
As he went to leave, Father Magee stopped him.
"Hey Carl, I might need some help adjusting the chair...could you spare a few
minutes to help me?"
Carl's face broke into a huge smile and he looked at Shannon. "Sure Father,
anything to help a priest and to assist in a scientific demonstration."
Shannon started to shake from the humiliation. Carl was a dirty old man, she
thought. She remembered the rumors on the basketball team about Carl in the
girl's locker room or drilling holes in the shower walls. Well, no need for all
of that underhanded stuff, here he was being given a free view of the great
Shannon Malone.
"Shannon, please come and hop onto the stage for our great demonstration."
Wobbly, Shannon got out of her chair and walked down the stairs to the front
area. She noticed that this room was carpeted and felt warm on her toes. Weird
that her nudity brought this fact to her brain.
"Carl, can you please help Miss Malone onto the table please."
She felt Carl's hand on her arm as she went up onto the step and then turned to
sit on the gyno chair. She squeezed her knees together to keep her pussy out of
view. She did this even though she knew that soon that area of her and much more
would be on display.
There was another knock on the door and Father Magee called for the knocker to
come in. The door opened and there stood Charles Fisher, one of the geekiest
guys in the school and the president of the AV Club, holding a tripod and a
camera case.
"Oh Charles, thank you very much for coming on such short notice. Shannon,
Charles here is going to do you a great service...he is going to tape all of our
sessions so that other classes and you can see the demonstrations later. That
saves you from having to do this five times a day in all of my classes and also
gives you the opportunity to see the essential parts of the female anatomy that
I point out. I know you can see these parts any time but you may need my
assistance to see what they mean to the anatomy."
Oh God, she thought, her humiliation would be on tape...every day she was going
to be displayed in front of her class and then Charles was going to tape it. And
she knew that a tape would make it around the school and she could only imagine
the sick things boys would do to it.
"Charles, set up right in the front here, we're going to need close-ups of her
lower extremities today."
"Her what Father?"
"Oh poor little Charles, I mean her vagina and anus. Put the camera so we can
see that area."
"Oh sorry," Charles said blushing.
Through the blur of my tears, Shannon saw a shaking Charles fumbling with the
equipment. She wanted to scream out, "Why are you nervous, I'm the one sitting
here naked about to be exposed in front of everyone. You have it easy you
creep." Instead, she just sat there, tears still flowing out of her eyes and
down her cheeks, landing on her breasts.
"Oh Carl, Miss Malone here is dripping on her breasts...could you clean that off
for her." Fr. Magee says handing a towel to the maintenance man.
"My pleasure Father," Carl says, grabbing the towel and taking the opportunity
to grope Shannon's poor little tits. He is kneading them through the towel and
there is no finesse.
"Good job Carl...now Charles, is the camera ready?"
"Yes Father...I can begin taping whenever you say," Charles stammered.
"Good, now, Miss Malone, put your feet into those stirrups please," Fr. Magee
said.
But Shannon couldn't do it...she froze, unable to expose herself so
blatently...doing it in an art environment was horrible but so different than
this.
"I thought she might have some stagefright...Carl, can you help Shannon place
her feet into the stirrups please."
"YES FATHER, I would LOVE to..."
Carl grabbed Shannon's bare ankle and roughly pulled her leg apart. She cried
out in surprise at the force of the yank. He placed her bare heel of her foot
into the stirrup and then did the same with the other.
"Carl, did you make the modifications that I asked for," Father Magee asked.
"Yes I did Father," Carl replied, holding up an ankle cuff that was attached to
the chair.
"Very well, connect them to Miss Malone's ankles...I can't have her moving too
much once we start."
Carl attached cuffs to both of Shannon's ankles, causing her to cry out in shock
and horror. She was now caught in a completely spread open pose, way more
exposed than even in the art class.
"OK Class, take out your notebooks and turn your textbooks to the page where
there is a illustration of the female anatomy. That will give you an idea of
what is inside the organs that you see here on blatant display."
Father Magee then set about pointing out the different parts of the female
sexual reproductive organ...pointing out differences in Shannon's vagina than
the one in the book.
"See the puffiness of Miss Malone's labia major (taking his pointer and
indicating where they were on Shannon)...that is a sign of arousal..." Father
Magee said. "Obviously, Miss Malone is much more aroused than the person that is
modeling for the illustrator."
"Carl, can you spread the stirrups a bit more...I would like there to be a more
natural parting of her labia major to see if we can spot the labia minor and the
clitoris."
MORE SPREAD? Was he serious, Shannon thought...This was so bad...the worst thing
she had ever experienced in her young life. But Carl turned a knob and she felt
her legs spread even further than the already obscene split she was doing.
"Notice class, how flexible most women are...this is very helpful in sexual
acts," Father Magee said as the class chuckled.
"Class, we deal with mature matters in this class...if you cannot handle it let
me know and maybe you can transfer...or better yet, I need other models besides
Miss Malone," Father Magee said, silencing the students.
The class continued under Father's unique lecturing style. He made some points
on Shannon's body and interacted it with the textbook. Actually, it was a very
informative lesson...one that few high school biology teachers ever has the
chance to give...not many schools allow nude models for biology presentations.
"OK, as a final aspect of this project, I am going to show you what a female
vagina looks like during arousal...you will see some interesting changes in the
visual aspect of her organ."
Shannon and the class were silent...what did he mean.
"Shannon, using your fingers, make yourself aroused so the class can see what an
aroused female vagina looks like please."
Shannon did not move as the class gasped. Was a Catholic priest really asking a
student to masturbate in front of a room full of students? And on camera?
"Now, now class, I do not want Miss Malone to orgasm because that would be a sin
according to the church...however, I see no other way to have her achieve
arousal than her using her fingers...and I do not trust any of you grubby boys
to lay your hands on her today."
"Now Miss Malone, if you do not mind, I would like you to finger yourself until
you have achieved arousal...but an orgasm would result in a punishment...if you
do not do it, Carl here is standing by and ready."
That was enough to push her over the top...no way would he get his grimy hands
on her precious vagina. She moved her right hand down and began to rub her
vaginal lips, gently rubbing the outside before pushing a finger inside to the
warmth. She started to rub in and out and felt the unmistakable stirrings in her
vagina, stretching up her spine...she shivered.
"Good, that's it Shannon...class, notice how the female responds during the
beginning stages of arousal...the shivers, the wetness, see the difference in
her labia."
Shannon had almost forgotten her classmates but now remembered the fact that she
was masturbating in front of 30 classmates and a video camera. She was ashamed
but could not deny the wonderful feeling she was having.
"Father," she whispered.
"Yes Miss Malone..." "Father, I have to stop...I am close Sir."
"Close to what Miss Malone."
"Oh God, close to cumming Sir...Please let me stop."
"No Miss Malone...sluts call it cumming...good Catholic girls like you might say
they are near orgasm...is that what you are?"
"OH! YES Father, I am near orgasm Sir."
The class was riveted at the scene in front of them...their classmate, the
hottest girl in the school, begging their biology teacher to let her stop
fingering herself before she orgasmed.
"Oh yes, very well, Miss. You may stop."
"AHH!" Shannon pulled her hand away just in time, feeling the orgasm about to
crest...her hips flailed in the air as she fucked the air, her body begging for
release.
"Carl, hold her middle down please, put your hand on her stomach."
She felt Carl's hand pushing her down onto the chair and she could smell her
arousal and hear her labored breathing.
"Class, look carefully at her labia major, swollen to almost twice the size and
very sensitive...see."
He touched her lips with his fingertip and she moaned.
"Also, notice how wet she is...you boys might be surprised to see how wet a
female is during sex...that allows for full penetration of her vagina during
intercourse..."
Father Magee put on surgical gloves and put his fingers between her lips...no
one had touched her there ever...these were the first male hands to touch her
most intimate place and it was her biology teacher...and a priest. She sobbed in
humiliation and covered her face with her hands...no longer caring about what
they saw.
"See here ladies and gentlemen, her clitoris...if I were to rub that, she would
probably reach orgasm instantly...she is so close right now."
RIIINNNNGGGG!!!
Mercifully the bell rang for the end of class.
"OK class, next time, we will examine the breasts and then some other areas of
the female anatomy. Your homework is to go over the illustration in your book
and relate your memories of this session in your journals."
Shannon didn't even look up to see her classmates pass by, all intimately
examining her sopping wet and red vagina. She was beyond humiliated and knew
this was only the beginning.
She felt Carl undo the ankle cuffs and she was finally able to close her
legs...feeling her thighs cramp after the awful stretching for 45 minutes.
Father Magee handed her a towel...
"Here Shannon, dry yourself...can't have you dripping all over the halls,"
Father Magee said.
Redfaced, she took the towel and patted her pussy and thighs dry. Luckily, or
what passed for her luck today, her next class was gym and then she could
shower.
"After school, go by the AV room and see Charles for a tape of today's lesson.
Tonight, you can watch it and then make some notes in your journal like the rest
of the class will. You can also finish the homework assignment."
While Shannon got her bookbag, Carl thanked Father Magee for letting him assist
and he left. Shannon had noticed the bulge in his pants and figured out where he
was going...probably that little office he has where he can spy on the girls
changing...that and his memories of humiliating me would probably make him cum
pretty quick, she thought.
Father Magee left right after, leaving her alone with Charles.
"You know Shannon, I feel really bad about this, you were always really nice to
me," Charles said.
"Thanks Charles, I know it's not your fault."
"Well, see you around," he said.
"Hey, Charles, what are you going to do with these tapes, besides what Father
Magee wants?"
"Well, a bunch of my friends have asked for copies, but I won't let them. If it
had been another girl, I would do it no problem, but you have always been so
cool to me...most of the girls in the school don't pay me any attention. But you
always say hi and smile at me...and I appreciate it. So do my friends, who are
in total love with you. If your friends desert you, come hang with us. I know
we're not the coolest kids in the school but we'll accept you anyway." For the
first time all day, Shannon smiled.
"Thanks Charles, I might do that someday."
"Cool, well, see ya."
Charles took his camera equipment and tripod and exited the classroom, leaving
Shannon alone for the first time since she was forced to be nude. She took a
deep breath and pushed out the door and into the crowded hallway, heading for
gym and more humiliation. At least the geeks still love me, she laughed to
herself.
PART THREE
The walk to gym was even more humiliation for Shannon...some of the kids who had
not seen her up close at the assembly or during the morning classes were now
spotting her for the first time. Some of the younger guys...the freshmen
especially, were bumping into her, touching her, making rude comments. She
walked onto the girl's locker room and her gym class.
Shannon had always loved gym, being a natural athlete who could perform well in
any sport. She got to her locker and thought that she was going to get a rest
from being naked. She opened her locker and saw nothing but a small towel and an
envelope.
"Dear Miss Malone,
Please note that I have removed your gym uniform as a guard against the
temptation to put it on...your socks and sneakers are also gone and I have sent
all of your belongings to Mr. Jones to be delivered to your parents or to you in
six weeks. I have provided you with a small towel to dry yourself after your
shower but please make no attempt to cover yourself with it or it will be taken
away. Part of your punishment means attending every school function and class in
your present state and that includes gym and basketball.
In the future, please come to the my office to receive a small towel before
every class.
Sincerely,
Miss Kelly"
Oh God, she had forgotten Mr. Jones' words...that she would be naked at ALL
school functions. She had thought gym would be ok...how could she be expected to
perform in a sport nude?
She put her towel back in the locker and stuffed her bookbag in. She had to
hurry to make it to class on time because Miss Kelly always punished those who
were late with extra activities...most of them involving running or gymnastics.
She must have been running late because there were no other girls in the locker
room. However, she had an excuse...until two minutes ago she had been tied naked
to a gyno chair spread open for her bio class...cut her some slack, she thought.
She made it to the gym just as the bell rang. The rest of the girls in the class
were stretching and many of them looked up and gasped. Like Shannon, they had
thought that the punishment wouldn't include gym class. "Shouldn't she at least
have sneaks?" one of them asked.
"Girls, enough of that whispering...let's get this out in the open," Miss Kelly
said.
Miss Kelly was a young woman, just 24 years old...she had graduated just six
years ago from St. Mark's and looked like she could be a student. The girls
loved her and, since she was very easy to talk to, many of them had confided in
her with their problems.
"Shannon here broke a huge rule of the school and all of you signed the paper
that allows for this punishment. Shannon just happens to be the first one
affected by it."
One girl, Kacy, raised her hand.
"Miss Kelly, isn't it kind of unhygienic for her to be naked all of the time,
especially during gym and stuff?"
Shannon cringed at the thought but Miss Kelly had an answer.
"Well Kacy, that is a good question but the answer is no. Shannon doesn't have
any diseases so that is not a problem...also, it is just a natural juices
flowing out of her...like sweat. Yes, Juli."
"Couldn't she at least have sneaks?" Juli asked. "Her feet will kill after
running during gym." Shannon nodded, hoping that Miss Kelly would see the point.
"Another good question. Actually, a woman's feet can withstand greater pain than
a man's...after all we do wear high heels, etc...most men would never be able to
stand them. Plus, the human feet can withstand a lot of pressure...and she will
soon get used to it and her feet will harden on the bottoms. I agree that they
will hurt, a lot, at first, but after a while, she will get used to it."
"Will she have to do everything that we do?"
"Yep, the school rules are very clear about that...the student being punished
must fulfill the normal obligations of a St. Mark's student...that includes gym
and other school activities, field trips, sporting events, plays, etc."
"Shannon, do you have any questions for me?"
Shannon looked down, ashamed then back at the kind, smiling Miss Kelly.
"Yes Miss Kelly," she whispered. "Do you agree with this kind of punishment for
me?"
Barb Kelly stopped for a minute, taking a deep breath...she knew this question
was coming and wondered if she had the strength to pull the answer off. Because
inside, she loved it, loved seeing the bare flesh of this extraordinary looking
girl, one that she had admired for years. But, on the other hand, she really did
like her, liked her whole family...had been best friends with Shannon's older
sister when they went to St. Mark's together.
"Well, I stand by what the administration has decided...and I think it is a true
deterent for all of you girls and the boys too. Imagine seeing those little
peters sticking out for six weeks. Us girls have it easy!"
The class, Shannon included, laughed out loud.
"OK, today we are going to play dodgeball..."
Shannon cringed, knowing that the ball would sting.
"but the rules are a little different...Shannon is on one team...everyone else
is on the other. This is part of the punishment Shannon, Mr. Jones decided it,
Sorry."
OK Girls, let's begin.
The girls began running at Shannon, hurling the ball at her. Shannon ran for her
life, trying to avoid getting hit with the ball. In her haste, she didn't notice
Charles up on the track, filming the whole thing, or Mr. Jones standing just
outside the gym in the hallway watching the whole scene. And no one saw good old
dirty Carl watching from beneath the bleachers.
After 45 minutes of this, with just one break, Shannon was exhausted. While the
other girls went out when they were hit, Shannon had no one to take her spot.
She was forced to play all 45 minutes, running. Sweat was all over her nude body
and that made it hard for her to run. Several times she had fallen, getting
whacked with the ball from close angles.
Every part of her body hurt, her butt, where most of the balls had hit, her legs
and feet from running without shoes, her back (which was also a good target).
But her breasts and pussy ached as well...apparently, some of the other girls
had a bet that her tits and pussy would mean more points. Once she had fallen
and her legs splayed out. A girl, Tina, took the ball and gunned it at her
spread pussy, causing poor Shannon to see stars. At that point, Miss Kelly
called a break and came over to help Shannon.
"Why, why is everyone out to get me...why does everyone hate me?" Shannon was
crying to the teacher. "Please Barb, tell me why you hate me?"
"Shannon dear, I don't hate you, this is a punishment for two very, very serious
crimes."
"Serious crimes? You mean you and Brighid never skipped school and lied about
it?"
"That was before the new rules Shannon...and that is none of your business. For
being so fresh, you can run until class is over. Jennie, come over here and
count Shannon's laps for me. Everyone else is free to go."
Shannon moaned...she had gone too far with someone that wasn't as much of her
friend as she thought. Miss Kelly grabbed her arm and pulled her close..."don't
you ever bring up my past with your sister...do it again and this dodge ball
game will be the least of your worries."
With that, she walked off into her office that opened with a window so she could
see the gym. That meant there would be no skimping on the laps.
"Come on Shannon, I'll run with you," Jennie said.
Although she didn't know Jennie very well, she was happy for some kindness.
After all, Shannon hadn't had the best day of her life.
"So, how bad is it?"
Shannon wondered what it was.
"The nudity I mean...is it awful being naked all of the time?"
Shannon nodded, trying to catch her breath.
"It's terrible...everyone is staring, pointing, touching...I've been humiliated
in every class it's really, really bad."
They ran in silence for a few minutes. Then Jennie spoke..."I've dreamed about
it...wondered what it would be like being naked at school or in public...never
imagined it would ever happen to me though."
Shannon looked at Jennie and saw a very pretty girl. She had short dirty blonde
hair with a slender build. Her breasts looked to be about the same (small) size
as Shannon's and her legs were nice and long.
"You know, all of the boys are hard over you all the time...especially this
morning," Jennie said after they ran in silence for a few more minutes.
"Uh, thanks, I guess."
"No, I didn't mean it like that...I just mean you should know that boys really
love how you look and you should be proud to give them erections...it's a great
compliment to a girl...that's what my boyfriend tells me."
Shannon thought this was getting a little weird but had bigger problems...her
entire body was racked with pain after all of the exertion.
"Please Jennie, can we stop, I'm going to die."
"Wait, keep running and I'll go ask Miss Kelly."
Jennie ran fast to the office and Shannon prayed for mercy. She saw Miss Kelly
nod her head and Jennie peeked her head out. "It's ok Shannon, you can stop!"
Shannon stopped running and collapsed in a heap onto the gym floor. Her legs and
feet were screaming in pain...she had never run so much in bare feet. Her chest
hurt from the exertion.
Miss Kelly and Jennie ran over to her, concerned that they had pushed her too
hard. They helped the poor naked girl up and helped carry her to Miss Kelly's
office.
"Shannon, I'm so sorry, I just wanted to be tough in front of Mr. Jones...I'm
sorry I pushed you too hard."
"That's ok, Miss Kelly, I understand."
"What class do you have next?"
"I have a free period then lunch."
"Good, stay here and take a rest in the trainer's room. I'll wake you when it's
time for lunch."
Miss Kelly and Jennie helped Shannon walk into the trainers' room and helped her
onto the leather exam table...not too much unlike the gyno table that Father
Magee had used. Despite the bad memories, Shannon eased into a sleep.
PART FOUR
It was a dream like no other...she was naked in Madison Square Garden while the
New York Rangers were playing...she was at center ice, tied and spread while the
players attempted to play around her. Then she noticed that the puck was heading
right for her splayed open pussy and went in.
SCORE! The horns blared, the lights were flashing, and the crowd went nuts. She
was a bright red but was now sitting in a net, the puck lodged in her huge
pussy. She had Rangers painted on one breast and Flyers painted on the other. As
she watched, one of the players took a marker and put a one under the Rangers on
her tit.
"Ladies and gentlemen, that is the first puck to go into Shannon's pussy and
gives the Rangers a 1-0 lead. Now ladies and gentlemen, the lucky seat holder
who gets to reach in and get it is sitting in section..."
"Shannon, wake up, Shannon, wake up."
She jerked awake, not knowing where she was. One minute she was a goal at the
Rangers game, the next she was jarred awake by a woman's voice. In a second she
remembered she was in the trainer's room and the voice belonged to Miss Kelly.
"Shannon, wake up honey, it's time for your lunch period."
Shannon finally came to her senses and her shoulders sagged as she remembered
all that she had been through since she came to school this morning. At a
surprise assembly, she had been forced to strip naked and would be kept this way
for six weeks because she skipped school and lied about it. Since then she had
been humiliated in art class, serving as a naked model, in biology class,
showing the class where her "reproductive organs" were and being forced to
masturbate nearly to orgasm, and gym class where she was the target of dodge
ball for 45 minutes before collapsing while running punishment laps. She now
laid here after Miss Kelly took pity on her and let her nap during her free
period.
"Shannon, I wish I could let you stay in here all day but Mr. Jones would get
suspicious and I'm afraid he would take it out on me. You have to run to the
lunch room and eat ok. Plus, I think it will do you good to get some food in
you...you must be starved after all of that running."
Shannon nodded, realizing that she was really hungry. Then it hit her...the
lunch room, naked...this might be worse than anything else...out in the open,
people eating while she sat there bare ass on the chair, bare tits on display.
And her nap had hidden her for an hour and now she would pay for the rest. She
had lost her confidence and now it was all new again.
She grabbed her bookbag and went into the cafeteria. It was if everything
stopped as soon as her bare feet hit that tile floor of the caf. She felt like
everyone stopped to look at her as soon as she walked in and she was right...all
eyes were on the naked girl.
She walked quickly to grab a tray and get a salad and a tuna sandwich. She would
skip the chips, she thought...going naked meant no extra pounds could be gained.
She felt weird being naked around the food, standing there at the salad bar,
dishing out the lettuce, etc. Some of the dressing splattered up onto her belly.
She quickly wiped it with her hand and looked around to see if anyone spotter
her. Silly her, she thought, of course they spotted her, everyone is staring at
her!
She got to the cash register and saw Jerry, the nice old man who worked there
eyeing up her nudity. She shot him a dirty look. She was always so nice to the
workers at the school, the janitors and cafeteria workers. Now she was being
ogled by one.
She pulled her backpack around and pulled her wallet out and paid for the food
and then began the daunting task of walking with her hands full through the
crowd and finding a table. She spotted a group of girls from the basketball team
had an open seat but when she got closer they slid over to fill the gaps.
"Sorry Shannon, no room for the naked girl...why don't you find another place to
sit," one snickered at her.
She was mortified. Her best friends were deserting her, just like Charles said
they would. Finally, she saw Carrie waving her hands motioning that she had a
seat available and Shannon breathed a sigh of relief. At least here was one
friend.
Shannon and Carrie had a very strange relationship. Best friends since they were
five, they mostly hung with different crowds in school. Shannon was always the
jock and hung out with the popular athletes. Carrie was more of a studious
person who felt uncomfortable with those types of kids. So she had a separate
group of friends. Although they hung out together they often ate lunch at
different tables.
"Carrie, thank you so much," Shannon said.
"No problem, I figured that Miss Goody Girls would turn you out. And we don't
mind."
Shannon turned and saw a group of kids, mostly the smart ones, the first
trackers. She hadn't even noticed them at first she had been so relieved by
Carrie's kindness.
"Oh, ah, thank you all for letting me sit with you."
"No problem," said a boy in glasses, Shannon thought his name was Kevin. "You
are always welcome...we don't mind a naked girl here once in a while."
The group laughed...Shannon did too but she wasn't comfortable being the reason
for the joke. She sat down and felt the cold folding chair against her bare
skin.
"What happened Shannon, the cool girls kick you out," one of the girls said.
"Now, now Sheila, Shannon's my best friend...let's not get on her...it's not her
fault she's nude," Carrie defended her.
Shannon was worried...she hoped Carrie wouldn't get cast out by her friends for
this. Carrie was always her best friend but had always liked hanging out with
the smart kids instead of the girls that Shannon hung with. I guess she now knew
why.
"Carrie, it's ok...Sheila's right...those girls told me that there was no room
for a naked girl at their table."
The table laughed at her again...this time she just blushed. That made Carrie
angry.
"Look, Shannon has been my best friend since preschool. If you don't make her
feel welcome here, we will just go and find our own table. I thought you were
all better than those other kids."
Shannon was surprised at Carrie's bold talk...she had always been so quiet. But
here, it was obvious she was the leader of the group. The other kids were
silent, some looking down at their food.
"Hey, we're sorry," Kevin said. "I know it must be really hard for you to have
to go around naked all of the time...must be awful having everyone looking at
you and your private parts. I heard about biology class this morning."
Shannon groaned at the memory of being so exposed in front of the class as her
biology professor, a priest, gave a lesson the female anatomy.
"Yeah, Kevin's right," Sheila said. "You are welcome to hang out with us anytime
you want. Sorry Shannon, sorry Carrie."
The rest of the kids, about four others, said their apologies and for the first
time all day, Shannon felt better.
The kids spent the rest of the hour chatting about school, other students, and
regular teen stuff. Shannon was almost able to forget her nudity, but not quite.
The constant feel of the steel chair on her bare thighs and ass reminded her of
the situation very quickly.
She looked up at the wall and saw there was 15 minutes before the next period.
Then she remembered that she hadn't showered after gym and must be a mess.
"Oh thanks everyone for letting me hang with you," she said.
Carrie responded..."it was our pleasure...you are welcome any time."
Shannon saw the other kids smile and nod and felt like they truly meant it.
"Thanks! See you all tomorrow!"
She grabbed her bookbag and then her tray and went to dump it in the trash. As
she did, a group of boys surrounded her and began touching her.
"Stop it, let go of me, let me out!"
She fought through the circle but they knocked her to the floor. Her bag went
sliding across the floor as she felt the cold tile all over her body. She
scrambled to her feet in tears, grabbed her bag and ran into the girl's locker
room.
She sat down on the bench in front of her locker. That was awful...these boys
now think they have free reign to do anything to her body that they want now
that she is nude. Oh God, she thought...and this is only the first day. She had
six more weeks of this to suffer through.
After having a good cry, she realized that she should hurry if she wanted to
shower. She still had the sweat smell on her from the gym class and her sex
juices had coated her legs from the morning classes. She grabbed a towel and ran
into the shower, getting totally refreshed and clean. She lathered up with some
soap and enjoyed the freedom of being naked in a place where she was supposed to
be naked.
She quickly washed her hair and then shut the water off. She grabbed the little
towel that Miss Kelly had left for her and did her best at drying off. She
realized that there was at least one benefit of being naked all of the
time...getting dried off didn't really matter.
She took some time to get her hair dry and then placed the towel in the bin near
the shower. She went to her now empty locker and grabbed her bookbag, the only
thing she was allowed to wear, and left the locker room, heading for math class.
At least there, she couldn't imagine any more humiliation there beyond just
being naked.
And she was right. She sat in the back to stay out of people's vision and she
was barely bothered. Of course many of the other students snuck peeks at her but
she was beginning to not notice that anymore. Things were going great until Mr.
Cooney said, "Shannon, please come up here and demonstrate the problem at the
board."
"Um, Sir, I would rather stay here in my seat if that is ok with you," Shannon
said softly.
"Well, young lady, it not okay with me...part of your punishment is that you
have to perform the same duties as any other St. Mark's student...now come up
here and demonstrate."
She knew she had no choice and wondered what the big deal was. She had been
naked and spread totally apart during biology class and art class and the entire
cafeteria had seen her naked. Why the fuss now?
She got out of her seat and walked down the row towards the front of the class.
She noticed Eric Gorbo, the class jerk, slid her bookbag in her way, making her
step over it and exposing her pussy even more. She glared at him but he just
smiled back.
Finally she made it to the board and did the problem. She heard the chuckles of
her classmates as she struggled with the problem, her bare ass constantly on
display. Finally Mr. Cooney helped her solve the problem and she headed back to
her seat, her entire body flushed with embarrassment.
On her way back, this time Eric tripped her and she fell face first into him.
His "helpful" hands grabbed her tits and crotch as he "broke" her fall. By the
time she was able to get her balance his fingers were inside of her pussy and
pumping. She gasped and moaned at the touch and everyone knew why. Her musky
odor now filled the room as she made it back to her seat.
Oh God, she thought, how humiliating...moaning at being invaded by the fingers
of the class jerk. She would never live that down...she would never live any of
this down...she knew it.
Finally the bell rang and Eric came over to her... "I liked having my fingers in
that nice warm hole...I have other parts that would like to try it too."
"Fuck off Gorbo...they can make me be naked but they can't make me let you fuck
me!"
"Oh we'll see, we'll see. You do know that my dad is on the Board of Trustees
don't you?"
Shannon cringed...she forgot the power this boy's family had. But she couldn't
be forced to have sex with someone could she? Wouldn't that be illegal?
Eric laughed at how uncomfortable she had become and walked away. She now knew
that he was going to make her life completely miserable.
She walked out and went on with the rest of her day. She had just two classes
left, including computers, which she was heading to now. She didn't think
Computers or English would be terribly humiliating but who knows...she was
beginning to realize that everything is humiliating when you are nude.
Part Five
She made it to the computer lab, barely hearing the smart comments as she
passed, comments about her pussy and her tits and how nice her ass was. It was
like she was wearing blinders. But inside, Shannon was dying...hearing every
word, noticing every pair of eyes on her bare body and praying that this day
would end.
She entered the lab, which was air conditioned because of the computers and went
to the back row...her normal seat where she could log into the computer and get
started on their next project. As she logged in, her eyes got wide when she saw
the screen. It was a picture of her, completely spread wide and masturbating.
She tried to get the awful picture off the screen but couldn't. Every command
just brought more and more pictures of her fingering herself in the bio class.
This looked horrible. Anyone who saw it would think that she was just a slut who
didn't mind masturbating in front of a room full of people. There was no sign of
Father Magee, who had ordered her to do it so that the class could see what a
woman's "reproductive organs" looked like when she was aroused.
Finally, her files popped up but the wallpaper was still the photo of her,
fingers in her pussy, the look of orgasm about to cross her face, her juices
leaking out onto her thighs and fingers. She wanted to curl up and die.
Her classmates all gathered round and looked at the photo, making crude remarks
about her obvious arousal. No one came to her defense, not even the teacher who
smiled and said that some girls get what they deserved.
Finally, the class settled down and began to work. When she clicked on her
homework project she saw the whole group of photos click up. As she read what
her teacher, Mr. Blake, had assigned her, she gasped. Her job was to create a
website for all of these pictures and present them to him by the end of class.
She couldn't do it. Design a website where the whole purpose was to display her
humiliating photos. No way. Then she read further...failure to complete this
task will mean further public humiliation and an F in computers on the report
card.
She was lucky to be very proficient with computers and creating web pages.
Actually, this was easy...the pics were already scanned and the school used a
simple program to update pages. It took her most of the period, putting the
photos in the right locations and putting captions and interesting graphics
where needed. She then titled it "Naughty Schoolgirl Shannon Wanks Off In Bio."
Exactly the title Mr. Blake had required.
Shannon looked at her finished product. The photos were from those scenes when
Father Magee had ordered her to masturbate to show female arousal. It must have
come from the video but she was shocked that it had happened so quickly. Then
she saw Charles' head in one of the photos and realized that someone must have
used a digital camera without her knowing. The photos showed her on the table,
feet in each stirrup, her right hand rubbing her pussy lips and then plunging
in, pushing her fingers in deeper and deeper. She can see her hips moving in
each photo as she got into the movements. And then her mouth opened, she knew
she was begging to stop before she came. To anyone looking, it looked like
orgasm or some other yell was about to come out.
She sent the file to Mr. Blake and got the auto response that he had received it
as the class bell rang. Tears flowed anew as she realized that her embarrassing
photos, with the graphic captions and titles, would soon be accessible to any
pervert with a computer. She wondered where it would be linked but realized it
didn't matter. It would be out there and anyone would be able to find it and do
something with it. And she had been the creator of it all.
