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Surprise Assembly
By Kathy Lynch

PART 80
Tracey ran in the house and was met by a visibly worried Carrie.

"Quick Tracey, get dressed."
"What, no, I promised."
"Forget it...Mom and Dad will be home in a minutes. They just called from the
gas station."

Tracey ran to grab her clothes from the pile. She pulled on her shirt and then
her jeans...she had just finished buttoning them when her parents, sisters and
Phil walked in the front door, each with a bag in their hand.

"You know, one of you could have helped your brother with groceries instead of
leaving him out there by himself."

Tracey and Carrie leveled their brother with a dirty look but they had nothing
to add. What was Tracey going to say, "I went with Phil to the store Mom, but I
had to come in and put my clothes on first before you got home." Instead they
just apologized and grabbed the bags from the hands of their mother and father
and began putting the food away.

"Tracey, may I speak to you please Miss," Mrs. Bartlett said. Tracey's eyes met
Carrie's and both began to panic.

"Sure Mom," said the girl, her firm breasts pressing against her tight tee. She
went out into the hallway, out of earshot of the rest of the family in the
kitchen.

"Tracey, what is the meaning of what you are wearing? I mean, a girl like you
that is so well-endowed needs to wear a bra, even in the house. We live in a
family of mixed genders...it is not fair to your father and brother to have to
see you like this. Do you understand?"

The girl's face got a bright red in embarrassment at being chastised for this by
her mother. She looked down and saw what a display she was making.
"Sorry Mom...I wasn't thinking. I will go and change."
"Here, just put this on, it was sitting here on the floor. I am assuming it is
yours since Carrie isn't wearing bras and the younger girls don't wear them yet
either. And these panties are here. Are you not wearing any panties either."

The red intensified in the 16 year old who shook her head. "Oh Tracey, please
dress appropriately. We do not want a repeat of Carrie's punishment now do we?"
If you only knew Mom, Tracey thought as she shook her head.

"Good, now run into the bathroom, put this on and no one ever has to know. I'm
glad I saw it before your father and Phil did."

Tracey took the undergarments and thanked her mother, again saying to herself
that if her mother had only seen her at the grocery store or walking naked at
home a few minutes ago she would have flipped!

She went into the powder room and stripped again and quickly pulled her bra and
panties on before dressing again. For the first time in hours, she was
completely clothed. Now she knew how bad it could be and how bad it was for
Shannon and Carrie. She would be more sympathetic to her sister and her sister's
best friend from now on.
Monday Morning

The alarm rang and rang for Shannon on Monday. The girl was exhausted for
reasons unknown to her. Sunday had not been good, starting with her humiliation
at having to ask Carrie for help to have an orgasm to having to finish a
humiliating assignment for Fr. Magee on her reproductive system.
Monday wasn't starting out any better. Her parents had left the house for work
early, Jimmy had slept over a friend's house and Brighid was away on business.
That left her alone in the house and she was sleeping right through her alarm.
And her dream was so peaceful...of course it involved clothes. She was wearing a
bra, panties and thigh high stockings and was trying to select a dress from her
closet...a closet full of beautiful clothes. She was obviously going to a prom
or a wedding and wanted to look her best.

Finally the alarm went off and she stayed asleep. The telephone ringing at 8:30
woke her up.

"Hello," she said, her head still in a sleepy fog.

"Holy shit, Shannon, are you sick?"

"No Carrie, why are you calling me so early?"

"Early, Shannon, school starts in two minutes. It's 8:30!"

"Oh no!" she slammed down the phone and threw off her sheets. There was no time
to shower, though she knew she should. She had worked out last night and gone to
bed before washing up. She imagined the smell of her but there was no time.

Maybe she could grab a second to run to her locker and wash up but for now she
had to move. She knew she was going to be in trouble anyway but wanted to try
and avoid more.

But now, how to get to school? The bus was gone, her parents and sister were not
an option. She looked across the street and saw Mr. Firgus car gone as well. The
only option the poor girl had was the city bus. She rushed out the door and
stopped. There was her car in the driveway, untouched since her punishment began
just two weeks ago. The temptation got the best of her and she went back inside,
grabbed her keys and went out to the car.

The weather was warmed today, but the car was cold. She let it run for a few
minutes, luxuriating in the privacy of having her own car.

Privacy was something she had precious little of lately. The door to her room
was still missing, though having her covers and pillow back was nice. She was
not supposed to close doors when she showered, peed, shaved, nothing was her
own. Things had gotten better last week than the first week, but she still was
not used to the total nudity, the feeling that everything she did was on
complete and full display. She had no physical reaction that was left out of
vision. She was a healthy 17 year-old girl who was unable to hide her vagina and
breasts from the world.

She took the gear shift, put the car in reverse and headed towards school. She
had still not finished her plan about what to do when she made it there...she
couldn't park in the student lot, not after the video display she had heard Mr.
Jones keeps on school grounds.

She pulled down the street that ran in front of school and turned right just
past the grounds onto a residential side street. At night, this street would be
filled with cars but it was mostly empty during the day as people went to work.
Occasionally there might be young mothers home with their children or senior
citizens but for the most part this area was pretty sparse during the day. For
her needs, it seemed perfect.

She pulled in front of a house that looked dark and parked her car. She screwed
up her courage, took a deep breath and exited the car, grabbing her bookbag as
she went. She started the walk to school briskly, trying to get away from any
potential prying eyes. She felt the hard sidewalk rub against her bare
feet...even though she had been completely nude for nearly two weeks she was
still unused to the feeling of her bare feet always touching the ground.
She rounded the corner and bumped into two older men, just returning from the
coffee shop. They both smiled and nodded at the nude girl...they knew all about
her and were happy to have such an up close view of her. She took off at a
sprint, wanting to be as far away from those men. She knew she was not supposed
to cover herself from anyone's view, but her left arm was across her breasts and
her right hand covered her mound as she ran past the men.

"Have a nice day young lady," the one man laughed, patting his friend on the
back. The rest of the boys at the coffee shop would get a kick out of this
story.

As she ran towards the school, her breasts, though little, bounced up and down,
quite a sight to the boys in classrooms on that side of the building. It was
also a sight for Mr. Jones, the principal who saw an opportunity to inflict more
humiliation on the young girl.

"Mrs. Phillips, please get me Eric Gorbo. Thank You."

"Right away Mr. Jones," came the voice through the intercom. The principal
smiled as he thought of his newest plan to torture the nude student.

Shannon tried to enter the front door but it was locked. She tried all eight of
the door but nothing budge. She banged on the door but finally saw the sign on
the door.

"Please ring bell for entry after 9 a.m."

Her body shivered from the cold and exposure as she pressed the button, causing
a buzzing. So much for sneaking in and out. Of course, there was no way for a
naked girl to sneak around a clothed world but she still wanted to blend in in
the worst way.

She heard a buzz followed by a click, like the door was unlocking. She pulled on
it and was able to open the door. She rushed inside, eager for the relative
warmth of the school. She never noticed that the school was that much warmer,
especially in public areas. She had always been one of those girls who was
always cold and liked to wear sweaters and long sleeves. She used to complain to
friends about how cold it was in the lobby, foyer and hallways and here she was
savoring the warmth of those same areas.

She thought about skipping the principal's office but knew that would be
breaking another rule. She figured she should just take her medicine now and
headed towards Mr. Jones' office. She was surprised to see Eric Gorbo waiting in
the anteroom, talking in a friendly way with Mrs. Phillips. When the older woman
saw the nude girl, she sneered.

"Have a seat there Miss Malone, Mr. Jones will be right with you."

She buzzed the principal to tell him that Shannon was there and went back to
chatting with Eric. The boy pretended to be deep in conversation with the woman
but was watching the nude girl sit with her knees spread, as taught by Mr.
Jones. Part of her nude punishment was never covering any private part and
always giving plenty of visual access.

The view that Eric Gorbo had was spectacular. The girl was gorgeous, definitely
one of the top five looking girls in the school. Her pussy was completely bare,
shaved as an "illustration" during a hygiene class. She had not shaven over the
weekend nor this morning so there was a trace of stubble but her puffy red lips
were prominent.

Her breasts, though small, were beautiful...with her nipples pointing out
straight. The word to describe her tits was "perky," Eric thought...a perfect
word for the girl as well.

Two weeks of complete and total nudity, humiliation and exposure had done
wonders for her attitude as well, Eric thought. She was less proud than before
and her body had become even more lusted over. She was the epitome of a perfect
girl.

The principal opened the door and happily greeted Eric.

"How are you today, son? You are looking good."
"Thank You Sir, how can I help you today?"
"Well, why don't you come in and we can discuss it. Come on in my office and
make yourself comfortable."

The two men started into the office but Mr. Jones stopped. "What are you waiting
for Miss Malone? Keep yourself in here."

The girl look startled...no one had spoken to her but yet it was assumed that
she was doing something wrong. She stood quickly and followed the two clothed
men into the office. Eric sat in one of the plush chairs while she sank to her
knees, humiliated to be forced into a level beneath the boy.

"Miss Malone, I'm glad to see you made it today. I thought maybe we were having
a repeat of your escapades of two weeks ago...when you decided that a day of fun
with your friends was more important that a day at school. I thought maybe you
would in this current state of undress until you were married."

The men laughed at the joke. Shannon cringed at the power this man had over her.

"Yes Sir, I am sorry but I overslept."

"Yes, your appearance certainly gives us that impression. No shower I see, and
no shaving...maybe for three days now, I would guess. Yes...but I am surprised
you made it here so quickly...after all, Miss Bartlett did not call you until
8:30. Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Shannon gulped but shook her head.

"Excellent. Now, for your punishment."

The man came around the desk, his suit brushing the bare skin of the nude girl.
She shivered at the touch of clothing on her body, a concept becoming more and
more foreign to her.

She followed him with her eyes as he moved to the closet in his office. She
needed a place to look and didn't want to see Eric Garbo. She saw the principal
reach up and grab the dreaded box of cuffs that she remembered from last time.
She also saw a box containing her uniform and a box for Carrie. She also saw
three more boxes, with the names of two girls and a boy on it.
"Shannon, you missed quite a morning...you will notice that the ranks of nude
students has more than doubled. Rose McDonald, Juli McKenzie and Brad Davis are
all naked as well...will be for a week. There was some cheating on a test among
the three. In fact, they will be joining you and Carrie on Saturday for
punishment as well."
Shannon rolled her eyes, trying not to think about her past Saturday and the
sexual frustration it caused.
"I think those three are also juniors so you should know them."
He placed the box behind her and she heard him pulling things out. She looked up
briefly and saw Eric's eyes widen and then he looked at her and grinned.
She felt Mr. Jones' hands on her wrist as first her right and then her left was
pulled back together behind her. She felt the course rope begin to be wrapped
around her thin wrists tightly, causing her to wince.
Though she could not see it, Eric could...the way her breasts were now thrust
out in front of her with her arms pulled back was amazing. The boy shifted
uncomfortably in his seat as his growing erection strained against his pants.
Shannon did not want to have to deal with the spreader bar...it had been so
uncomfortable and gross but she was sure it was coming. Instead, she felt a band
of leather around her neck. She looked down and saw a large ring attached to it
and wondered what it was for. In seconds she found out as a leash was attached
to it.
"Eric, I am giving you the task of taking control of this girl. You must always
be in control of her leash or it must be attached to something like a desk or a
bar of some sort. Think of it like a dog...you can't let the leash go or the dog
will run free. Same principle here with Miss Malone."
"Yes Sir, it is my pleasure," the boy said, smirking at the nude girl who
groaned.
"Miss Malone, you will accompany Eric everywhere he goes today, including his
classes. Mr. Gorbo, I believe that your class is just beginning gym now."
The boy nodded. "Good, take her there and be sure that she participates fully in
the class. Come back here at the end of the day and I can relieve you of your
duty."

The principal sat behind his desk and began reading papers. Eric stood up and
grabbed the leash that had fallen between the girl's breasts.
"Let's go Shannon, don't want to miss gym now do we."

PART 81
The girl struggled to her feet to keep up with the boy. He wasn't being very
sympathetic to her efforts to walk with her hands bound behind her. He kept
walking quickly and the smaller girl was having trouble staying with him.
"Eric, please slow down...I can't keep up."
"Well, do you best because it will hurt if you fall," the uncaring boy said
laughing.
"Why do you hate me so much," she asked him, trying not to give him the
satisfaction of seeing her cry.
"I don't hate you, I just enjoy humiliating girls, just ask your friend Carrie."
The mention of Carrie drove a stake through her heart again as she remembered
the awful way the boy had taken her friend's virginity.
She ran to keep up with the bigger athletic boy as he pulled her leash happily
down the hall. She was extremely grateful that there were no students out at
this time since class had already begun.
He led her to the locker room area and stopped outside the boys locker. She
tried to catch her breath as he waited. She assumed that he was looking for a
place to secure the leash while he went inside and changed. Then, all of a
sudden, he jerked her leash, causing her to stumble as he pushed inside the
boy's locker room.
The first thing she noticed was the awful smell. The girl's locker room smelled
nice...fruity from the sprays the girls used and the perfume. This was just bad,
the smell of years of sweat that had accumulated in the room and the fact that
most boys never thought about it.
She wanted out of this disgusting room, where she saw underwear strown all over
the floor and something that she knew was a jockstrap dangling off a bench. But
instead she was pulled right to the middle of it as Eric went to his locker.
He opened his lock and pulled the door open, attaching her leash to a hook in
it. She was now forced to stand on tiptoes as he wrapped the leash around the
hook a few times.
"Wouldn't want my little doggie to get away now would I," he asked with a laugh.
He grabbed his gym clothes and walked away, leaving her tied to his locker,
naked and all alone in the boy's locker room. She was scared that anyone could
walk in but no one did and Eric reappeared completely dressed in his gym
clothes. A part of her was disappointed...he could see her in all of her
nakedness, why couldn't she at least see him undress to underwear.
He threw his school uniform into the locker and pulled out his sneaks. The boy
sat down so that his face was inches from her pussy...she tried to turn so that
he could only see the outside of her leg but that put more pressure on her
throat so she was forced to stand there on display while the boy bent over to
put on and lace his sneakers. She felt his hot breath on her bare lower lips and
groaned, humiliated once again at her total nudity.
Suddenly he stood up and undid her leash from the hook, allowing her to east the
pressure on her calves from being on tiptoes. She was pulled by the leash
throught he grimy bathroom area and into a back door that led to the boy's gym.
She was humiliated when she realized that there were roughly 40 boys in the
class. She was the only girl in the room and she was completely nude, a fact
made very obvious by the startled gasps and the fact that all action stopped
when she and Eric entered.
"Alright guys, let's not make too big a deal here, we've all seen Shannon naked
before," Coach Torry said. "Hello Shannon, welcome to boys gym."
She looked up and saw the man smiling but he wasn't looking her in the eye...he
was staring down, towards her little breasts or maybe her bare pussy.
"Today is the obstacle course. Everyone must compete and finish in less than
five minutes. Eric, since you and Shannon just got here, you guys stretch and
can go last."
The boy nodded and led the nude girl over to an area to the side of the course
and began stretching. He ran her through some paces, making her spread her legs
and stretch time and again. She knew it was just an opportunity for him to see
her pussy lips spread but she had no choice but to do it and she did. Many of
the boys who had completed the course or were waiting to compete found their
area and chose to do their cool-down or warm-up exercises there as well.
Finally, it was time for Eric to go on the obstacle course. He tied the leash to
a piece of the bleachers by the starting gate, mortifying her with a "can't let
my pet get away." He then got set and began the obstacle course, giving Shannon
her first real look at it. The girls did nothing like this in their gym. First
was a wall with a rope over it that had to be climbed. Then a row of tires, a
low fence to crawl under, a plank and finally a leap over a low wall. None of
the boys had needed more than four minutes to finish it and Eric completed it in
just over three minutes.
"That's high for today. Great job everyone, that's the end of class."
"Ah, Coach Torrey, Shannon hasn't gone yet."
The coach looked over at the naked girl.
"Come on Eric, don't be ridiculous. She's completely naked and her arms are tied
behind her. Plus, she's a girl, she could never complete this course."
The girl started to seethe...yes she was naked with her hands tied behind her,
but being a girl had nothing to do with being unable to complete the course.
"But Mr. Jones expects her to participate in all of my classes, including gym.
We don't want to go against the principal do we Coach?"
The man knew he was licked.
"Ok, untie her until she goes over the wall, then retie her when she's over.
She'll have to complete the rest of the course with her hands tied," Coach said,
then to an obviously distressed Shannon, "sorry hon, rules are rules."
Coach did decide to give Shannon three extra minutes because of the retying of
her hands and the fact that "she's naked and all and a girl." Finally the boys
began to untie her and she felt a momentary relief that her arms were now not
bound and pulled up behind her. She knew that it was a very temporary thing, as
temporary as the time it took for her to climb the wall, but it was better than
nothing.
She stood at the starting line and waited until the coach said "GO!" The boys
started yelling at her as she ran towards the wall. She leaped up, her bare
right foot hitting the wall as she grabbed hold of the rope. Her feet did not
give her the traction that sneakers would have but she was able to muscle her
way up the wall and over. On the other side, Eric pulled her arms up behind her
again and tied them much tighter than the principal had, causing her to wince
and grimace. "Too tough for you little girl doggie," the boy whispered and
pushed her off to the rest of the course.
Because of the shove, she was going too fast when she hit the row of tires and
was unable to make it through, falling on her face halfway through. Because she
was unable to use her arms, she struggled to get to her feet. Finally she
finished the tires and rushed to the low bar that she had to crawl under. She
felt her breasts crushing under her as she scurried under the bar and scampered
to her feet.
She ran towards the small plank, feeling the effects of the course and her
bondage. She made it the first few steps on the plank before losing her footing
and falling, the plank coming up and hitting her square in the vagina. She
moaned in agony and fell off the plank, much to the delight of the hooting boys
who were enjoying her discomfort.
She gathered herself together and, despite the great pain, made it to her feet
and jumped back on the plank, managing to complete the skill and then jumped
over the low wall at the very end.
"Oh jeez, 8:02. Sorry, you have to run punishment drills. Eric, see that she
does 25 laps, 50 situps and then 50 jumping jacks please."
PART 82
The girl was exhausted after being led through the punishment drills...the laps
were bad enough but jumping jacks with your hands tied behind you are really
tough. She watched Eric as he looked at her firm body jump around, her breasts
bouncing as she did it, sweat pouring off her body.
The sit-ups were especially degrading. The boy held her feet while the girl
labored to do 50 sit-ups while her hands were tied behind her. She hated this
close contact with the boy she despised, hated his hands on her ankles, his eyes
getting an up close and personal view of her pussy and breasts as she brought
her body up and down.
Finally, she completed the punishment drills and laid back. Despite the pain as
she laid on her wrists, she felt some relief. To her horror, Eric clipped the
leash back on and yanked her up, causing her to yell out.
"OWW! Eric, please give me a second to rest."
"Look doggie, you may not be worried about being late for the next class, but I
am."
He yanked her along, seemingly very angry at the girl. She thought he was
pushing the whole dog thing a little too far but he liked to humiliate her.
He went through the door and led her back into the shower area. He pushed her
under a nozzle and turned the water on cold, letting the spray hit her directly.
He used his hands to keep her under the water as she screamed and tried to get
away from the awful sting of the cold water.
"Rob, grab me some shampoo," she heard him say. Within seconds she felt a cold
liquid on her head and then his hands roughly working the soap through her long
hair. She wanted to cry in agony at this torture but she was unable to muster
much energy.
The boy pushed her head under the stream of water and the shampoo started to
rinse off, running down her face into her eyes, nose and mouth. She sobbed in
humiliation and pain.
Finally, he let her head out of the water stream and then began to soap her
body. It was the first time he had touched her (expect for her arms and wrists)
since he had groped her to orgasm in the hallway last week. She hated him but
his hands felt good as they slid the bubbles all over her dirty, sweaty body.
He was thorough, getting every nook and cranny of her body soaped and then
rinsed. He even washed her feet, instructing her to lift her feet so that he
could do the bottoms. That was an especially dirty part of the naked girl's body
since she was not allowed shoes.
Once he finished, he turned the water off. Shannon tried to catch her breath.
But there was little time to rest. She felt him untie her hands and reattach
them to the shower nozzle.
"Time to shave you," he said matter-of-factly. She looked up and was appalled to
see most of the class of boys still there, watching her shower and debasement.
He grabbed a some shaving cream, boys shaving cream she noticed, and began
lathering up her long legs. She moaned at the cold cream on her skin, which was
now racked with goose bumps from the frigid shower. She feared for the safety of
her legs but the boy was gentle, shaving her left leg first, taking care to not
nick her. Then he did the other leg, making it as smooth as possible.
He then stood up and did the same to her underarms, taking extra time around the
curves of that area.
"Now, my favorite, the pussy!"
the boys all hooted and hollered at this and Shannon began to sob again. Eric
took her chin and looked her right in the eyes as he lathered up her mound,
sliding his soapy finger into her slit. She moaned in pleasure, surprised at her
body's response. The boy grinned evilly again and then he crouched down to start
shaving her mound. Again, he surprised her with his gentleness, doing the mound
first. Then he grabbed her labia, pulling one to straighten out the skin, and
then the other so that her entire area was clear of hair and cream. He then made
sure that the area between her slit and anus was clear as well before standing
again.
"Smooth as can be. I like my girls to look nice."
He unattached her wrists from the nozzle above her and turned the water on
again, hitting her with the cold stream to rid her of any remaining hair and
cream. Finally he turned it off, leaving her a shivering, freezing mess.
He retied her arms behind her and reclipped the leash and led her back to his
locker, through the throngs of boys still gathered. He opened his locker and
again attached her leash to the hook, causing her to strain on her tiptoes. He
then grabbed a towel from his locker and she assumed he would dry her. Instead
he left her there and headed back towards the shower. She was now left there
among the 40 boys, all feasting their eyes on her. She feared for her safety,
but except for a few gropes of her breasts here and there, the boys left her
alone.
"Alright guys, scram. Go to class," Eric said. She turned and saw him standing
there in just a towel. Mentally she hated this boy for everything he was and
everything he had done to her. Physically, this kid was gorgeous, with a body
like nothing she had ever seen. He was built up top, that much she could see now
as the towel was just wrapped around the waist. He held his clothes in his hands
so she knew he was nude under it.
"I thought we could have some alone time, you know, away from the prying eyes,"
he said.
He walked up next to her. She tried to look away but couldn't...he was gorgeous,
even better looking than she had thought before.
"You know, you could make this much easier on yourself, if you're nice to me,"
he said, moving his body closer to her. She smelled his freshness, his
cleanliness.
"What do you mean," she asked weakly.
"You know, if you are nice to me, do something special." With that, he removed
the towel and she gasped. His penis was perfect, she thought. It was long and
thick and made her knees weak to look at.
"Something special," she asked, licking her lips unconsciously.
"Yeah, you know, like maybe a blowjob," he said, moving closer to her, putting
his cock right near her face.
Yes, she thought, be nice to him. What was the harm, he was gorgeous. She had
performed oral sex before, why not now when it could help her. Maybe it would
make him be nicer to her for the rest of this day. She started to nod but
stopped.
No way, this was Eric Gorbo. Nothing was worth giving herself so intimately to
this monster.
"Fuck you Gorbo, but I only let nice things in my mouth. Not dicks like you!"
She clamped her mouth shut and moved as far away as the leash would let her.
"Fine, suit yourself, I'm not going to rape you. But you will pay for turning me
down."
He dried himself and threw his gym clothes in the locker. He quickly dressed and
undid the leash and led her out.
Score one for the naked chick, she thought smugly, even though she knew that she
had messed with the wrong guy.
She ran to keep up with him, her bare feet slapping at the tile floor. She
stopped at his locker to get some books and she saw herself in the mirror. She
looked like a drowned rat, her hair straight.
"Please Eric, pull my hair into a ponytail," she asked.
"Sorry, no."
To her surprise, the rest of the day went fine. Lunch was weird...she was not
allowed to sit at the table with Eric and his friends. Instead she had to kneel
on the floor next to his chair, eating the few scraps that he allowed her to
eat. She was starving, having not eaten since last night, but all she got was
two bites of a sandwich, three potato chips and three swigs of soda, which she
almost never drank.
The other students at the table made cracks about her but she tried to ignore
them, concentrating on the little bits of food she was given. All she really
could see was their legs and feet beneath the table. By looking at their legs
and feet, she could tell that there were two other girls there. She yearned for
their shoes, their socks, their skirts. She wanted so badly to be sitting there
fully dressed, having a normal conversation over lunch. She desperately wanted
to be normal again.
The rest of the afternoon went smoothly. She was exposed to a whole new group of
eyes in class though, mostly seniors in different tracks than her. They gawked
but the faculty kept them under control. Every class went like lunch, she knelt
next to Eric, in full view of everyone, in the aisle.
Just before seventh period, he led her into the boys bathroom and held her leash
while he peed at the urinal. She felt gross just being in there (it's sick that
boys pee standing up, she thought, and right next to other boys. EEWWWW!!). Then
it hit her. She had to pee.
"Excuse me Eric, but can you let me pee too. I haven't gone all day."
"Sure," he said. "Go right into the urinal."
She cringed...even though she had gone in a urinal at the mall with Father, this
felt different. But she had no idea when the chance might come again so she
spread her legs at the urinal next to Eric and let loose, the pee hitting the
porcelain and heading down. She heard voices around her, calling other boys to
see her piss. Now roughly a dozen boys were watching as the pee left her body.
It was hard to do without spreading her lips and some ran down her leg, much to
the delight of the boys.
Finally she finished and Eric flushed both toilets. They went to the sink and
the boy washed his hands.
"Eric, I have some on my legs, could you wash it for me," she asked sweetly.
"No," he said flatly and led her out of the bathroom.
When the last class ended, Eric led her back to Mr. Jones' office. Her leash was
tied to the chair in the anteroom, opposite Mrs. Phillips, who muttered "I can't
believe I have to sit here and look at this today" under her breath.
Finally she was called in and Eric unclipped the leash from the chair and led
her in. She knelt in her customary spot and he sat in the chair.
"Eric, you were an excellent pet owner today, thank you so very much for your
help."
"It really was my pleasure Sir," he said.
"Shannon, thank Eric for being such a wonderful pet owner today."
The girl shook her head. She would never thank the boy for the abuse he heaped
on her.
"Shannon, are you defying me?"
She looked the principal in the eye and shook her head.
"SO thank Eric for being a wonderful pet owner today."
She looked at the boy and said, "Thank You Eric for being a wonderful pet owner
today."
The boy smiled. "Any time. You were a pretty good doggie. Mr. Jones, I groomed
her as you directed and exercised her."
The two men laughed as they continued the charade that she was a dog. Finally
Mr. Jones came around and untied the girl's wrists, causing shooting pain
through them as the blood returned. Her shoulders cried out as well from the
agony of having been bound like that for so long.
"Ok, Eric, thank you very much. You may go."
The boy left, grabbing her breasts as he passed. Mr. Jones pretended that he
hadn't seen it.
"Miss Malone, a car much like the one you normally drive was seen on the street
next to school. Is it yours?"
The girl looked up, shocked that she had been caught.
"Yes Mr. Jones."
"Well, didn't I forbid you to drive to school? Another rule broken."
"No sir, you forbade me to park at school. You never said I couldn't drive."
The man stopped. This was the first time the girl had stood up to him. And damn
if she wasn't right. Now he was stuck since he had no way of punishing her for
it.
"You are right Miss Malone, but I wonder how your father and stepmother will
feel about it. They should expect a call tonight. That is all Miss Malone. Get
your book bag from Mrs. Phillips. She had put a binder full of homework for you
to complete tonight, since you missed classes today. Have a good night."
The girl stood and left the office, happy that she had won a small victory over
this man. She got her bag from the disgusted secretary and took off for her car
and the peace it provided.
This time, her walk to the car was much less crowded. Students were still
walking home and there was a lot of activity. It was warm for the season and
many people were out jogging and walking. The sight of the naked girl, though
normal in school, was still a shock to some outside. She rushed past them and
ran to the street where her car was parked.
"OH NO!" The car was not there where she had parked it. She walked down the
street, thinking that she may have been mistaken, but it was gone.
"How am I going to get home," she wondered. Then she thought she might make the
bus. She ran back to school, passing many of the people that she had passed on
her way out. Now they got a full frontal view. The girl was too frantic to
notice or try and cover herself.
She ran to the bus area and saw Vince about to pull away.
"WAIT VINCE!" The bus stopped and the door opened. The naked girl gratefully
hopped on and was about to take her now accustomed seat in the front when she
gasped. There was a very naked girl named Rose, someone from her homeroom. A
very happy Vince now had two naked girls to ogle and turned the mirror so that
her now smooth again pussy was able to be seen from the back of the bus and they
took off.
PART 83
Once the bus was rolling, Shannon turned to her naked schoolmate.
"Oh Rose, I'm sorry this is happening to you. I know exactly how you feel."
Tears started to stream out of the newly nude girl. "Oh God, Shannon, it's
awful. I never knew how bad you've had it. Everyone looking and grabbing,
nothing ever hidden. I can't believe this has happened to me."
The girl's body racked with sobs. Shannon put her arm around her to comfort her,
giving the rest of the boys a chance to hoot and holler.
"You'll get through it. It's only a week right. I'm about to finish my second."
The two talked. As they did, Shannon got a chance to look at Rose's body. She
had always been a great looking girl, very tall and full. She had nice, full
breasts, much bigger than Shannon's or Carrie's. Easily a 36C or D. Her legs
weren't as long as Shannon's but they were nice. The girl had always worn
clothes designed to show off her body, but never like this.
"This was all Brad's fault," Rose began. Rose and Juli had been studying on
Friday morning for a chem. Quiz. Brad saw them and begged for help. His mother
had been sick and he had been with her at the hospital. He hadn't studied and
had no chance of passing this quiz. The girls felt bad and decided to help him.
They had gotten caught and told to report to Mr. Jones' office first thing that
morning. Although they knew it was a possibility, none of them thought they
would get the nude punishment.
That Monday morning, the three had been stripped on stage in the auditorium by a
very humiliated Carrie. Mr. Jones had also invoked a new rule in place for boys
that they had to be erect at all times so Carrie had been forced to masturbate
Brad to erection and then a ring was slid over the base of his penis to prevent
it from becoming soft. The boy could only release the ring when he peed and at
the end of the day. Of the three, only Brad was allowed clothes going home
because of his extra punishment of the ring.
Shannon listened to the whole story, saddened. She agreed with the injustice
that Brad could wear clothes to and from school, but understood the reasons.
Finally, they were at Rose's stop.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow," the girl said as she stood to leave, with the
hoots and hollers from the bus filling their ears.
"Good luck Rose," Shannon said. She watched the girl dismount the bus and run
down the streets, a naked blur.
She closed her eyes and tried to forget all that was happening. The boys had
finally settled down and were now just talking amongst themselves. She kept her
legs spread open so that everyone still had an uninterrupted view of her slit,
but while her body was still being ogled, her spirit was far away.
She was in a dream world, where she was the only one wearing clothes among many
naked men. Mr. Jones had his arms tied behind him, a spreader bar on his ankles,
the ring around his cock and a gag in. He was begging the smartly dressed
Shannon for mercy and was getting none.
There was Eric Garbo nude and being forcibly masturbated by a machine...he was
screaming for mercy but she just smiled and walked by.
There was Mr. Firgus being forced to do the laundry in the nude on national
television. Then he was forced to orgasm while telling the story of his life.
There was Vince his naked body tied to the front of the bus while she drove, in
her very covering turtleneck sweater and jeans. She could hear him calling her
name, "SHANNON, SHANNON..."
"Wake up kid or I'll have to take you back to the bus barn."
She shook her head awake, not realizing she had fallen asleep. Why was she so
tired lately? The other kids had exited the bus without her knowledge...she
wondered what fun they had at her expense.
She grabbed her book bag and got off the bus. She took off at a quick speed down
the street, oblivious to the honking motorists and yelling. As she rounded the
corner of her street she breathed a sigh of relief. Her car was in the driveway
next to Colleen's. Then she saw her father's car too and knew she was in
trouble. He was never home this early.
She walked up the steps and entered the house. A very angry voice belonging to
her father called her into the kitchen.
She went in and saw her father's face red as a beet, his hands folded on the
table. Colleen looked nervous sitting next to him.
"Young lady, can you explain the reasons behind your actions today?"
"Dad, do you mean the car?"
"Do I mean the car? Of course I mean the car."
"Well, I overslept and..."
"And you took the car despite being told not to, is that correct?"
She nodded.
"Well, imagine the surprise that Colleen received when she came home for lunch
and the car was gone. No note in here either."
"Oh Colleen, I'm sorry, I should have..."
"Wait a second Shannon. There's more. And then Colleen called the police and
told them what happened. They put out an all points bulletin for the car.
Imagine our surprise when it was found a block from school."
The naked girl blushed in shame. She had caused a lot of anguish for her
stepmother and father today.
"Dad, Colleen, I'm really sorry. I never should have taken the car."
"Damn right. That car is a privilege Shannon, not a right. You were late for
school, that's your fault. You had no right to take that car."
She started to cry. "I'm sorry daddy, I never meant to upset anyone."
"Well, too late. When you go upstairs, you will find your room exactly like it
was before. No door, no sheets, no comforter. The stocking and socks are gone
and your chance to earn shoes is also gone this week. Now go up to your room and
think about your actions."
The naked girl turned and walked out of the kitchen, her sobs echoing through
the hallway. She went to her room and wailed when she saw her room bare again.
The little privacy she had was gone again.
She laid down on her mattress, again as bare as she was, and buried her head in
it, sobbing.
Dinner was brought to her, little though it was, by Jimmy, whom she was
surprised to see wearing clothes. He told her his nude punishment had been
lifted. She had not eaten a full meal that day and was feeling the effects. The
small sandwich and juice was not enough to fill her growling stomach but that
was all she was given. She made her way over to her desk to work on assignments
from classes she had not attended.
Each assignment had a reference to her. Math class was to determine the capacity
of her vagina given the following measurements. History class was to write an
amendment to the Constitution allowing Shannon to go naked through the rest of
her life. English class was to write a limerick based on her and her nudity. She
started to cry, amazed at how quickly she had become the joke of the school.
No one came to say good night to her. She heard her father and Colleen go to bed
early, around 9. They said good night to Jimmy and shut their door, uninterested
in speaking to Shannon. They had no contact with the naked girl since she had
been sent to her room.
Shannon went into the bathroom, careful not to close the door, and got ready for
bed, using the toilet and brushing her teeth. She desperately wanted a hug from
her daddy but knew that she was not welcome in there right now. Instead she
turned her light out, curled up on her rough mattress and cried herself to
sleep.
PART 84
Excerpts from the diary of the Shannon Malone, the very naked teenager:
Tuesday
Well, it's back to no privacy for me. No blanket, no comforter, no pillow, no
bedroom door. Dad and Colleen are being very anal about having me follow the
rules. Colleen reprimanded me this morning when I closed the door slightly while
going to the bathroom...she reminded me that the door must always be open. Then
my dad made a comment about me wrapping the towel around myself when I got out
of the shower. It seems like they are going out of their way to remind me that I
am always on display and that I am not permitted privacy.
The bus was awful today. Rose and I sat naked again in the front...but today
four large men sat behind us, making comments, touching our hair and reaching
around the seats and pinching Rose's breasts and my legs. Vince ignored them but
I saw him smile. When did everyone get so mean? When did it become okay to
harass a girl simply because she was naked.
Rose was openly sobbing and was being teased for it by the girls in the back of
the bus. If they only knew how awful it was and that it could be them at any
time. Then they might not laugh at us...then they might not be so mean. I
promise that I will never act that way to another student when I get my clothes
back...if I get my clothes back.
Speaking of that, Carrie got most of hers back today. It was strange, she was
stripping everything off in the lobby when I walked in. She had just put
everything in her box and was carrying it to Mr. Jones' office so I went with
her. Her stripping always draws a crowd...at least I don't have to go through
that. I suppose that is the one advantage of being totally naked all the time.
She says that the boys go nuts when she strips off her blouse...more than when
she takes off her skirt.
That seems weird to me. I mean, a guy can see breasts a lot more than the lower
stuff. I mean, breasts are on display at the beach, the pool, in newspapers and
on TV. How often do boys get to see pussys, except in their wet dreams.
I joined her to walk to the principal's office. She was the only person who
would understand the hell I was going through at home. She dropped the box off
on Mrs. Phillips' desk when she heard the principal call her.
"Miss Bartlett, what are you doing? Please come in here. Miss Malone, you may
come as well."
I followed her in and we both dropped to our bare knees like robots in front of
his desk.
"Miss Bartlett, answer me," he said. "Why are you naked today?"
Carrie looked completely shocked. "Um, because you told me to be naked Mr.
Jones. For my nude punishment?"
"Which ended today," he said, almost spitting it out. "Today, you are only
supposed to be bottomless. Come on miss, you are not a stupid girl."
I looked up and saw a look of shock and then total happiness come onto Carrie's
face. I didn't blame her...I've been dying to have any covering at all for more
than two weeks now. To have it given back when you didn't expect it must be
totally awesome!
"Go and retrieve your box and come back in here and put your clothes on. I will
forgive the fact that you are out of uniform now but do not expect me to be too
lenient."
Carrie brushed past me as she jumped to her knees and bolted out of the office
into the secretary's area to grab her box. I watched Mr. Jones' eyes follow her
out of the office, his mouth arched in a leering smile. What a pig!
Carrie came running back in, her full breasts bouncing. She placed the box on
one of Mr. Jones' prized chairs and opened it. She grabbed her blouse first and
pulled it on, letting out a moan of pleasure from feeling material against her
rock hard nipples again. She then grabbed two socks out of the box and her
saddle shoes and quickly knelt down to cover her feet. She was now dressed
normally from the waist up and the thighs down.
She looked at me and smiled. I gave her one back, but it was forced. I guess I
was happy for her but at the same time, I hated the fact that she was mostly
covered. Even her pussy was more covered than mine...she still had hair there
and I was bare.
"Thank you Mr. Jones. I promise I will never get into this kind of trouble
again," Carrie said.
"Yes Carrie, I hope you learned your lesson. You will come to school dressed
like this for the next week. Put that skirt in your book bag and bring it home.
You will drive to school in your uniform as it currently is. Next Tuesday you
may put that skirt on but no bra or panties for an extra week. And remember, any
person in school that wishes may ask you to lift your skirt and show them that
you are bare there. I will not be so lenient next time. Is that clear?"
Carrie nodded her head and we were dismissed. As I got to my feet, she shoved
her skirt into her backpack and I followed her out of the office. When we
reached the waiting area, she turned and gave me a huge bear hug. Oh God, the
feel of her soft white blouse was too much...I loved it and wanted it so badly.
I felt my eyes fill up with tears and was afraid I would blow my cover and
Carrie would know what I was thinking. But when our hug broke, she turned and
started out of the office, barely giving me a chance to follow.
I watched Carrie walk in front of me and noticed the change right away. Before
her punishment and while she was naked, her walk had been much more timid and
hunched. Now, she walked tall and seemed like a whole new woman. I can't wait
until the day that I am the one dressed and walking proud down these halls,
unashamed of my nudity. But now I just follow along behind my best friend,
hoping to blend in somehow. I know, it's silly...how can a naked girl blend in
anywhere?
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a very humiliated Brad Davis, his erection
raging and pointing straight out in front of him. He looked like he was in agony
and the girls all laughed and pointed. I hadn't seen a dick this openly before
and was shocked at how big it was.... it was bright red and looked like it might
burst.
"Poor Brad," one of the girls said laughing. "When he takes that ring off, he is
going to cum so much he's going to pass out."
The boy looked up and saw me staring at him...actually staring at his
penis...and he shuddered and moaned.
"Jesus, he really wants an orgasm, he's dry cumming just seeing Shannon."
That broke me from my daydream and I moved away, watching Brad's bare ass walk
in front of me. As bad as I have it, it must be so much worse to be a boy.
FRIDAY
Oh God, today was completely and totally awful...and school had nothing to do
with it.
I mean, it still sucked and all...we had an away basketball game, which is
always terrible. The other team's fans were really getting on me, talking about
my little tits and bare pussy...one boy yelled that I must be the whore of St.
Mark's. Like I said, real nice kids right?
But at least we won and I scored 15 points. The drive home on the bus was
awesome...being with the team is one of the few places that I feel comfortable
these days.
Home has been really rough lately. Dad and Colleen have been so strict with
me...making sure I follow the letter of the law now about exposing myself. Dad
gave me all of the chores that Jimmy and Brighid usually do, including taking
the trash out, doing the dishes, straightening the family room, vacuuming,
everything. Every day after school I do all of the chores, make dinner or help
Colleen with the meals, serve the food, clean up, empty the trash cans and then
go and do all of my homework. Of course, I am totally nude at all times and
always on display.
Today I got home and noticed Megan's car in the driveway. When I walked in the
house, I saw Dad in a suit and Jimmy dressed up too.
"Why is everyone so dressed up," I asked Dad.
He looked up at me with an exasperated look on his face. "Are you kidding?"
Dad must have seen my hurt and confused expression because he softened.
"Tonight's Aunt Katie's wedding to Tom. You didn't really forget, did you?"
But I had. My favorite aunt, the one who really stepped in for me and my sisters
when mom died...the one who had the talk about sex and periods and boys and
everything...the one who bought us our communion dresses and our dresses for
grade school graduation. She was getting married to a totally awesome guy and I
had totally forgotten.
"Oh God, I did. I'd better go and find something to wear."
I started running up the stairs but stopped midway up. Oh God...there was
nothing to wear. I was going to go nude! I ran back down the steps and began to
beg my father, dropping to my knees in front of him and grabbing him by the
waist.
"Daddy, please let me wear something, please anything. I'm begging you, please
let me wear a dress and stockings and shoes....please don't make me go naked."
I was going completely mental, sobbing and screaming. Dad tried to pull away but
my grip on his pant legs was too good. I begged and pleaded for mercy but when I
looked up, I saw a resolve in him that I have never seen before.
"Shannon Kathleen Malone. Let go of me this instant," he said, his voice barely
above a whisper but registering in my crazy haze nevertheless. I let go and fell
back, resting my bare butt on the soles of my feet.
"Colleen and I have discussed this a lot. At first, we planned to let you dress
for this occasion, Colleen even bought you a dress. But your actions of Monday
proved that you did not learn a lesson since we were not strict in our
enforcement of your punishment. So, we called Aunt Kate and she said it was okay
with her, so you are going as you are."
I began to wail in humiliation and sorrow but he held up a hand and silenced me.
"Enough of that. You made this bed, now you will lie in it. You should go and
shower and get ready. Feel free to wear any makeup that you like but you must
hurry. We are leaving in 20 minutes and you are coming in whatever state you are
in."
I saw him turn and move away. He had never been so firm with me...I had always
gotten away with murder with him...had always been the favorite. I had seen him
be this way with Brighid, to some extent and Jimmy. But Megan and I had always
had a free ride.
I got to my feet, shaky from all of my hysteria. I saw Jimmy, who smiled
sympathetically. I walked up the stairs and was met by my two sisters, both in
different stages of dress. Brighid, as always, was completely dressed, ready to
leave. Megan was in a bra and panties, her thigh high stockings on. I noticed
that her makeup was half on...my little scene must have gotten their attention.
"Shannon, I feel so bad sweetheart," Megan said, hugging me. I was so happy she
was there...I had missed her so much. We had always been best friends and having
her away at college while I was going through this had made it so much worse.
"I can't believe he's making you go to Aunt Kate's naked for christsakes," she
said. "What's gotten into him?"
My sisters helped me into the bathroom. "Hurry up and get washed. I'll try and
get Dad to let you come with us. That'll give you some extra time," Brighid
said.
It barely registered in my brain but I nodded and she left the bathroom. I
watched Meg turn on the water and test the temperature. I then felt her hands
push me towards the shower and I went, almost on autopilot.
PART 85
The hot water sprayed my back and snapped me out of my haze. Then it hit me...I
was about to be forced to go naked to the wedding of my favorite aunt, naked in
front of family, friends and strangers. For some people, their first impression
of me would be this night and instead of dazzling them with a stylish dress,
jewelry and shoes, I would be ridiculed for my naked breasts, hairless pussy and
bare feet.
I still had not moved but I felt the cold air hit me as Brighid opened the
bathroom door. "What did he say," Megan asked.
"She can come with us, but he made it very clear she has to be naked the whole
time. No tricks like letting her wear something of ours. Completely bare, he
said."
"Christ, he is being a real bastard this time. What is his deal?"
I put my head under the spray to get the sweat out washed and to block out my
sister's conversation. I am so tired of it all, so tired of being humiliated all
the time, being naked and forced to do things against my will. I just want to be
a normal girl...I just want to blend in.
I felt a hand on my body and then soap. I pulled my head out of the water and
looked to see Megan reaching in to wash my body.
"Sorry Shan, we don't have a ton of time here and you seem lost in another world
so I figured I'd help. Is that alright?"
I nodded, reached for the shampoo bottle and began to lather up my hair. I felt
Megan's hands and the soap roaming up and down my back, over my ass and then up
and down my legs. She then reached around and did my front, my shoulders, arms
and then the front of my legs. While she did this, I shivered from the kind
touch, something I received very little of these days.
"Alright Shannon, everything's done but your boobs and your puss. I love you and
all, but I'm not going there."
She closed the curtain and I heard the door close, the first time I had been
alone in the closed bathroom all week. I luxuriated in the warm water and the
privacy. I knew it would be the last for a long while and wanted to enjoy it.
I took the soap that Megan had left and began to soap up my breasts. They had
become so sensitive lately, since the nude punishment had begun. I wonder why.
Now, as I swirled the soap around the edge of it and then closer and closer to
the areole and the nipple, I began to moan softly. This felt so good. I had
never been much on masturbation before, but I had trouble stopping
lately...being nude all the time just gave me total access at any free
moment...it brought my sexuality to the forefront of every moment.
I could fell the itch between my legs and slowly slid my soapy hand down my flat
belly to my puffy lips. As soon as I touched my mound I felt the sharp jolt
through my body. Yes, this is good. I slid my fingers in from above, rubbing my
clit in the process. This was so good...almost too slippery, I thought...not
enough friction...then I found the spot and my whole body shook. I know I cried
out in pleasure and didn't care...didn't want to stifle the only thing I could
control these days...I was giving myself this orgasm and damn if I was going to
spoil it by trying to stay quiet and calm.
I felt my legs give way and I fell back against the cold tile. It didn't
matter...I just kept sliding my fingers back and forth inside of my pussy as
orgasm after orgasm came over. I was shaking almost violently from the pleasure
and sobbing from the release. Finally it was reaching the point of being too
much and with great effort I stopped my hand. I didn't pull it out, that would
be too empty of a feeling, but I stopped the movement.
After a minute, I pulled my fingers out and ran them under the hot water. I then
took the nozzle off the hook and sprayed it right at my pussy, trying to get my
sloppy juices off my lips and upper thighs. I figured that tonight, they would
be receiving some scrutiny.
I turned the water off and grabbed the towel. Next to it was a robe, hanging
right there in the open. I looked closely and was shocked to see my robe hanging
there, the robe that I had not worn in almost three weeks. I touched it and felt
the soft, blue terrycloth. I rubbed it against my bare breasts and gasped at how
nice it felt. Oh God, maybe I could wear it, maybe no one would notice.
I opened the door. "DAD? COLLEEN? JIMMY?" The spectacularly dressed Megan popped
her head out of her room and smiled. "They're gone Shannon. Put the robe on. We
won't tell."
I pulled the robe off the hook and slowly put it on, pulling the front shut and
tying the front shut. I felt tears fill up my eyes and stream down my
cheeks...the soft terrycloth felt like satin or silk against my skin. It was my
first covering of any kind since waking up Monday morning and just the second
time in three weeks that I have worn anything even closely resembling clothes.
Not since my visit to Brown last week have I not been naked.
I looked in the mirror and barely recognized this clothed version of myself. It
had been so long that I had been naked that I just assumed every image of me
from now on would come complete with my naked breasts and vagina. Seeing this
image of myself almost made it worse...I liked the part of me that was seen when
clothes were worn. I always thought I had a cute face and shoulders and all the
boys always told me how much they loved my long legs.
I'm not sure how long I stood there, just looking at myself with clothes. It was
like looking at an old picture, trying to remember where it was and what I was
doing. I heard a knock on the door and then saw it open behind me.
"Shannon, Christ, we have to go." It was Megan, looking spectacular in her
little black dress, showing just a tad of her cleavage, but not too much. The
hem was high, just an inch or two below her crotch. She wore black fishnet
stockings and five-inch high heels. I must say, she looked awesome. Tears
started coming to me again...this is how I wanted to look tonight...this is how
beautiful I wanted to be. Instead, it was just me, no dress, no jewelry, no
stockings, no shoes, just my skin...my breasts, my pussy, my legs, my belly, my
back. Nothing but me to go out there in front of hundreds of strangers and,
worse yet, family and friends.
"Oh sweetheart, come on, pull yourself together," Meg said, pulling me into a
tight hug. "You've been in worse situations these last few weeks than this and
you've done great. Come on, sit down and let me do your makeup. Brighid, come in
here and do Shannon's nails."
"What's the use," I said. "No one is going to be looking at my nails. They're
going to be looking at my tits and my pussy. You know that."
Meg seemed surprised at how vulgar I was being.
"You're right, but why not look as good as you can, even being nude? They'll be
looking anyway, why not feel a little pretty about it?"
I didn't know how to answer so I let Meg kind of push me down onto the toilet.
IT felt so good to be sitting on the plastic seat and not feel its cold, hard
surface against my bare bottom. Just one of the many indignities sent upon a
naked girl.
I heard Brighid enter the room while Megan told me to close my eyes and relax. I
listened, partly because I always listened to her and partly because I wanted to
enjoy being still for just a few minutes. Everything had been so crazy for the
last half hour or so...now I just wanted to stop.
I felt Brighid's hands on the soles of my feet and then the soft brush of the
nail polish applicator on my toenails. I didn't even look to see what color she
was using...I trusted her and what did it matter really? I didn't need to match
anything. I have always been partial to pastels...pinks, purples, etc...but
whatever she was using would be fine. Both of my sisters were always so
fashionable, I wasn't worried about what they were doing to me.
I felt something near my eyes and gathered that Megan was working on my
eyelashes and eyelids. It made me wonder why we girls do all this for boys...the
boys I've been dealing with haven't exactly been wonderful to me. In fact,
nearly all of them have been completely and totally awful...starting with Mr.
Jones and my father and working down...Vince, Mr. Firgus, Eric Gorbo, Fr.
Haglin, Carl the Maintenance Man, even her brother Jimmy in the beginning. Maybe
we girls have this all wrong...maybe boys are worthless and we should find
better places to spend our time than in front of the mirror worrying about
looking good for them.
Then I started to think about Mark...how gentle he had been each time we had
snuggled...what a gentleman he was on our first date, making me feel so
comfortable despite my nudity...how gorgeous he is with broad shoulders, blue
eyes, great strong legs and that beautiful face. Well, maybe some boys were
worth it!
I heard the whirl of a hair dryer and a hard brush moving through my hair...then
the soft, gentle brush on my finger nails. I was getting a spa treatment from my
sisters and it felt wonderful.
Finally they were done. "Okay, let's get going," Megan said. I stood up and
gasped...the girls had done wonders. I looked awesome...if I do say so myself.
The makeup was more than I normally did for myself but it wasn't too much...just
the right flavor and colors for my complexion. I noticed my toes and fingers
were painted a pastel pink...my favorite color.
"One more thing," Megan said. She was holding a bottle of her perfume. She took
a dab and put it on my wrists and neck and then shut the top.
I followed my sisters out of the bathroom and was about to go down the steps
when Brighid said, "Shannon, sorry to do this, but I need the robe back. I have
to return it to where the rest of the clothes are."
"Come on Brig, let her wear the robe in the car. We can return it tonight when
we get home."
"Daddy was clear Meg...sorry Shannon. If anyone sees her outside in this robe,
she's going to get into huge trouble with Dad...more than she already is. I
don't care about me or you, we're old enough to deal with it. But do you want
Shannon in more trouble than she is now?"
Megan looked down towards the ground...she rarely would admit to being wrong but
her silence spoke volumes.
"Look Meg, Brighid's right," I said, getting looks of shock from my sisters who
probably thought I would do anything to be covered a little while longer. "I'm
going to be naked anyway, why chance getting into trouble."
I saw both of them looking at me sympathetically.
"Besides, it was so nice to wear this, even for a little while. And you guys
made me feel like a princess...I don't know how to thank you."
I handed my robe to Brighid who disappeared with it down towards the basement.
She reemerged and went out to the car to warm it up while I waited by the front
door for their signal. I looked down at my body and silently prayed to God to
get me through this night like he has gotten me through the other days.
I heard a horn blare and cringed, not needed to draw any more attention to the
fact I was coming out. Meg came up from behind me. I had heard her on the phone
but couldn't make out who she was speaking to. She grabbed my hand and we darted
to Brighid's warm and toasty car. I slunk into the back, hoping no one saw the
vulgar image I presented as I climbed into the two-seater. Finally I was
settled, Megan hopped in and we were off.
PART 86
Nestled in the back of Brighid's little car, the music from a CD mix blaring,
the sounds of Megan singing the words way off-key all could have made Shannon
forget about her predicament. But, anytime she looked down and saw her bare
breasts and then her bare feet, it all came flooding back to her. She was on her
way to her favorite aunt's house bare naked.
Maybe if things had happened differently, she'd be dressed in a sexy dress like
her sisters. Maybe, if she hadn't taken her car without permission and driven to
school last Monday, her father would have had some compassion and given her
clothes for the night. He had done that last week when she visited Brown. In
fact, Dad and Colleen had provided proper clothes for Carrie too. But there was
no such kindness for her today...nope, tonight she was going to pay for her
sins.
She guessed if she had never skipped school three weeks ago and earned the nude
punishment in the first place, none of this would have ever happened. She could
be one of the other girls, walking around school, laughing at the nude students,
safe and content in her plaid kilt and blouse. And most of all, she would be
wearing socks or tights and shoes. Perhaps she would even be able to slip into a
bra and panties.
Of course she could wear a bra and panties, she admonished herself. Most normal
girls are allowed to wear them every day in life. Only she, the nude and
punished Shannon Malone had to go through life nude without the support of a bra
or the covering of panties. Only she was forced to live her life with nothing to
protect her from the elements and from leering eyes. Only she had to put up with
the unwanted groping, sexual comments and nastiness. Now she had even lost the
protection of her loving father, who was throwing her to the wolves bare and
alone.
You're being totally dramatic here, she again chastised herself. She was going
to be far from alone. Alone would have been better than what she was about to
do. At least she had her sisters along with her.
"Why do you think Dad and Colleen are being such hard asses," she yelled over
the loud music. Brighid leaned over and turned the music down. "What," the
oldest sister asked.
"I said, why do you think Dad and Colleen are being such hard asses."
"It's pretty simple," Brighid replied.
"It is," Megan said puzzled.
"Yes, Shannon was the perfect daughter who has fallen from grace. He treated her
better than anyone else and she let him down."
"That's bullshit," Shannon said. "He treats me like he treats everyone else."
"Yeah Brig, Shannon's right," Megan said. "He paid your way through college,
bought you this car, lets you live rent free. Seems like he treats you pretty
good."
Brighid sighed. "That's not what I meant. He's a wonderful father who has done
so many great things for all of us. It's just that Shannon was special. She
looks the most like Mom, she was the star athlete, top of her class and
gorgeous. What father wouldn't want to treat a girl like that special?"
Shannon and Megan had no answer for that.
"He's being extra mean because he thinks he's losing you forever. He's trying to
make sure you stay a good girl."
"Let's get this straight," Megan said. "He's keeping her naked, humiliating her
in front of everyone she knows, making her live her life completely nude for six
weeks so that she stays a good girl?"
"He's just listening to that asshole Mr. Jones. We all know what a pervert he
is, but Dad is following his advice. He said that this was something that girls
especially hated so why not make it their punishment. He got the whole town to
buy into it."
The girls got quiet, the only sound coming from the radio being played at a low
volume. Then Megan spoke.
"Well, hell with them. I say the Malone sisters kick some ass tonight! We'll
show them we're stronger than them!"
"YEAH!" Shannonn yelled from the back, kicking her bare foot in the air between
the seats. The girls all started laughing as Brighid turned the music back up
and they sang at the top of their lungs as they sped towards the wedding.
***
The reception hall was a brightly lit union building with an attached ballroom.
Both Megan and Brighid had been to formal dances here...the local boy's prep
school often held proms here. Shannon wondered if Mark would be bringing
her...and if so, would she still be naked? Oh God, that would be awful.
"Do you want me to drop you guys off here in front or should we all go and
park," Brighid asked.
Megan looked at Shannon, who answered, "Let's all go and park. I want to stay
with you guys the whole time."
Brighid pulled the car into the driveway and pulled back to the parking lot
located behind the building. "Are you ready Shannon," Megan asked.
"Oh God, no but I guess I have no choice," the nude answered. "Let's go."
The three girls got out of the girl. Shannon noticed that her two older sisters
had pulled around her, almost shielding her from onlookers. They had arrived as
close to the scheduled time as possible, figuring that most people would already
be in and seated. Maybe they could squeeze in the back. It seemed a shame to sit
way in the back when your favorite aunt was getting married but desperate times
called for desperate measures.
They pushed through the door and were met by a gorgeous sight...Aunt Katie
looked beautiful in her white wedding dress.
"Oh girls, I am so glad you are here, we've been waiting for you," she said
smiling.
Shannon forgot her nakedness and ran over to hug her aunt. "Oh Shannon, thank
you for coming. You are showing such courage being here like this," Katie said,
rubbing her gloved satin hand over her niece's bare back.
"I wouldn't have missed this for anything Aunt Katie," Shannon said. "Sorry
we're late."
"Girls, I have a huge favor to ask, and it's even bigger since your father is
being such a pighead about Shannon," Katie said.
"Anything Aunt Kate," Brighid said.
"Would the three of you stand for me tonight? Be my bridesmaids?"
The three accepted right away. "There are flowers over there for each of you."
The girls ran over and grabbed a bouquet and then it hit Shannon...she was going
to be walking nude down the aisle and standing in front of the entire wedding
party. "Oh God, I can't do this...no, please no." The nude girl fell to her
knees in the little lobby, just inches from the door where they were about to
march out of. She felt the cold hard tile as she crumpled into a ball...the
self-assured girl from a few seconds ago had melted away and she was now a
quivering mess.
Shannon felt several hands on her bare body and then she felt the soft gloved
hand of her Aunt Katie, the woman who had become like a mother to her since her
own had died, embrace her.
"Shannon, I am so sorry about this. I never should have asked you. I assumed you
would be clothed and then, when I heard about the nudity, I figured you would be
used to it by now."
Shannon tried to compose herself. "I just don't want to ruin your wedding by
being naked."
"Oh sweetheart, that wouldn't ruin my wedding," Aunt Katie said softly. "What
would ruin my wedding is if you weren't here and having a good time. I would be
honored to have you stand next to me, wearing the fanciest dress or wearing
nothing. Would you do me that honor?"
The young nude girl pulled back from her aunt and wiped her tears away. "Aunt
Katie, do you mean it?"
The older woman gave her a kind smile and nodded.
"Oh God, I am so sorry. I would be honored to be in your wedding."
"That's my girl. Okay, line up oldest to youngest. Shannon, you get to walk in
just in front of me. Then the three of you will stand up next to the minister
with me. OK?"
The three women nodded. Katie whispered something to Shannon, who smiled. Just
then the doors opened and in walked Kate's father, Shannon's grandfather.
Shannon's resolve burst again. To be naked was awful...to be naked in the
presence of her grandpop was truly the worst possible thing.
"Hello ladies. Well Shannon, this is an interesting getup," he said when he got
through kissing and hugging Brighid and Megan. "You poor thing."
"Hi Grandpop, sorry you have to see me like this," she said, her blush extending
well beyond her face and down to her chest.
"Nonsense, there's nothing there I haven't seen before. Remember, I changed your
diapers. I just feel bad for you is all. I'm going to give that son-in-law of
mine a real talking to. I always admired how he was handling you girls after
your mom died, but this seems a bit extreme."
"Thank you Grandpop, but it's my own fault," she stammered.
"Well, either way, I don't like it. But that's for another time."
With that, the older man locked arms with Aunt Katie. "Well, sweetheart, you
look absolutely beautiful. I am so proud to walk you down the aisle. Are you
ready?"
The beautiful bride smiled and, with tears in her eyes, nodded.
"OK, Brig, let's get this wedding started," Grandpop said and Brighid opened
the door and started down the aisle. As soon as she took a step out in her high
heeled shoes, the organist began the wedding march. Megan shortly followed out
of the vestibule but Shannon did not step forward to take her place in the
doorway.
"Shannon, go, it's going to be okay," Aunt Katie said. Slowly the nude girl put
one bare foot out and then the other. She heard the gasps as people saw her in
the doorway. There was no turning back now and she started down the aisle. She
desperately tried to muster some of the old bravado, trying to remember the
brave words of Aunt Katie, how she was honored to be here, how she looked
beautiful nude and should be proud of that. Instead, all that popped into her
head was the humiliating fact that she was again nude in a strange public place,
nude in a room full of clothed people who were shocked and outraged by this
naked girl.
She saw her father and Colleen looking at her, it was a look of pride mixed with
apology for what she was going through. Finally she made it where her sisters
were waiting next to Tom and the groomsmen and the minister.
Shannon couldn't even look at Tom. She had always loved him...Tom and Aunt Kate
had been dating for years. He always felt like the older brother she had never
had. But now, he was seeing her in all of her naked glory and she felt about two
inches tall.
She heard the music change and came out of her revelry to see her grandfather
walking Aunt Kate up the aisle. She looked gorgeous and for just a moment,
Shannon forgot about her nudity and instead felt joy for her aunt. She was
indeed proud to stand for her.
When Aunt Kate met up with Tom, Shannon noticed that the focus of nearly
everyone had shifted to the soon to be married couple. But the minister's eyes
never left her naked body and she felt uncomfortable.
"Kathleen, what is the meaning of your bridesmaids attire or lack there of," he
asked in a menacing hiss.
"Oh Reverend, that's my niece. She's being punished by St. Mark's and has to
stay nude for six weeks. It's our bad luck that the wedding fell during this
time."
The man's face got extremely red in anger. "I don't care who agreed to this
punishment, I will not allow this kind of filth in my ceremony. She must leave
now or get dressed. I cannot have it."
Shannon's face turned ashen. She was ruining the wedding. She turned and ran
back down the aisle, hearing the gasps of the assembled churchgoers who hadn't
been privy to the private conversation.
She ran outside and sat on the cold concrete steps. She prayed that she might
die of hyperthermia...that being out in the cold would end her misery. The way
her luck was going, she would just get a bad cold.
She heard the hall doors open behind her. She knew it was someone coming to
track her down but she decided not to turn around. Her mind was made up. She was
not going to ruin her aunt's wedding...it was bad enough that she walked down
the aisle naked, causing the scene that she already had.
"Shannon, come inside this instant," she heard her father's voice say. "This is
ridiculous. Are you going to let one man's words keep you down?"
As she turned to him, her father was taken aback when he saw the hurt and the
anger in his daughter's beautiful face. He had no idea the depths of the pain
her prolonged public nudity had caused.
"I'm sorry Daddy, but you can't make me go back in there," she said, sobbing,
shaking her head from side to side.
"But sweethe---," he began.
"No Daddy, I am not going back in there. You can make me stay naked as long as
you want, but you cannot force me to go in there and ruin Aunt Katie's wedding.
I won't do it."
With that, she turned her bare back on her dismayed father. She had never stood
up to him before...had always been the picture of the perfect daughter. Now she
had skipped school, taken the car without permission and was turning her back on
him.
Silently he turned and went back into the hall to inform his sister-in-law that
Shannon was not coming back. Shannon's sobs became even harder now...though it
felt good to finally say no, she was heartbroken at what she had done to her
aunt's wedding.
"Shouldn't you be inside the hall and not outside," a voice said. Shannon looked
up and saw the shape of Mark, her boyfriend. She hadn't even heard him walk up
the path.
"Oh God Mark, I am so glad you are here," she said, getting up off her seat and
running to embrace the boy. He hugged her back, wondering what it was going to
be like to hug her when she was clothed. Until then, this sure was nice though,
he thought.
Shannon felt the smooth feel of the man's suit...the warmth of being so close to
her boyfriend...to feel safe in a way that she had not in nearly a week. Since
Monday, she had no place to be herself. Her home was a mess with no covering and
her father and stepmother being totally awful. School was terrible, with Mr.
Jones' reach extending everywhere. Here, in Mark's arms, was the only place she
could be taken care of and feel safe.
"So, why are you out here freezing instead of in there watching your aunt get
married," he asked.
She began to tell the story but he stopped her. He removed his coat and put it
around her shoulders... "here, before you catch a cold." It felt so good around
her body, the smooth interior of his coat touched her bare skin and sent shivers
down her spine.
"Mark, I can't, Daddy wil--," she said.
"No," he interrupted, "forget what Daddy wants this time. He's being
unreasonable."
Shannon nodded and continued on with her story. Mark listened and held her.
"Well, the minister said you had to be covered. You're covered now. What do you
think?"
"Like this," she asked questioningly. "I might as well be naked."
The boy stepped back. "Hate to tell you this Shan, but you are probably more
covered than half of the women in there. My coat is longer than many dresses and
there's not much cleavage showing. There's nothing I can do about the bare feet,
but you're used to that."
The girl let his comments settle for a few seconds. Of course Mark was right.
Was she kidding about this being like being naked. This was completely
wonderful...she hadn't been covered in public in so long.
"Alright, but only on one condition. You walk me in and never leave my side."
"Of course, why do you think I'm here?"
The girl took his extended arm and they pulled the door open, stepping in.
Shannon heard the minister beginning to recite the vows. Everyone in the church
turned and saw the couple moving down the aisle.
"OH Shannon, I'm so happy you came in," Aunt Katie said. "Come up here and stand
with me."
The naked girl turned to Mark who nodded and slid in next to Colleen who had
slid over to clear a spot for the boy. Shannon locked eyes with her father who
smiled and nodded his approval of her attire.
She still felt weird with her bare feet against the tile floor but remembered
all of those times when she had kicked off her heels to dance. That had been
with stockinged feet but not much different.
The girl, covered only in her boyfriend's sport coat, walked up and stood
between Megan and Aunt Katie, who whispered, "I am so glad you came back in."
The minister still looked angry but said nothing and continued on with the vows.
Shannon watched as Aunt Katie and soon to be Uncle Tom joined hands and recited
wedding vows that they had written. Then the priest pronounced them husband and
wife and the couple kissed, earning applause from everyone, including Shannon,
who was totally caught up in the moment, forgetting her near nudity and
relishing the joy of her aunt.
She walked down the aisle on the arm of one of Tom's friends and ushers. He gave
her a lecherous look and she immediately wanted out. She didn't really blame
him...after all she had displayed her entire body a few minutes ago.
She pulled away from the lech as soon as she could and joined up with her
sisters and Mark, who was chatting with Jimmy. Her father and Colleen came up to
join the crowd.
"Shannon, I'm sorry about all of that, I was wrong for making you come here
naked. Let's have a good time tonight and try and enjoy the night, ok?"
"Apology accepted," she said, grabbing her father in a bear hug. It felt so good
to be able to hug someone and not feel so conscious of your bare breasts
sticking into someone's body.
"Hello Mark, it's nice to see you again," her father said.
"Hi Mr. Malone, thanks for inviting me."
Shannon looked at her father with amazement. After the last week, she had
assumed that he hated her and wanted to torture her. Now he had done such a nice
thing.
"You invited Mark?"
"Yeah, after your little meltdown in the hallway before we left, I figured you
might need some friendly faces. And I guess Mark came just at the right time."
"Mr. Malone, the sports coat was my idea. She was freezing out there and I
just--"
The man held up his hand to stop the boy. "Please, don't even worry about it. It
was just the right idea."
With that, he extended his arm to Colleen. "Shall we go and enjoy the
reception."
Colleen smiled and took the arm and went escorted towards the dining area. Meg
and Brighid followed with Jimmy and Shannon and Mark brought up the rear. The
evening turned out to be perfect in Shannon's eyes. She ate a wonderful meal,
her first with covered breasts in nearly three weeks. Then she danced with her
boyfriend, to fast and slow songs, not worried about whether a nude girl should
be dancing to fast songs. Mark was right, his coat covered more of her than some
of the other girl's dresses, including Meg's.
The only snag came when her cousin's boyfriend, Tim, asked her to dance. He had
been really nice all night, chatting with her in a friendly way. Mark told her
that he didn't mind so the two went out for a slow number.
Things were good, the two teens chatting, when Shannon felt the sports coat rise
up her ass. She felt Tim's hand pulling up the material.
"Tim, what are you doing?"
"Nothing, just trying to see more of what I saw at the ceremony." With that, he
ripped the front of the coat open, sending the button flying, and exposing her
naked front. The girl's hand came up and slapped the boy across the face and she
ran off the dance floor, pulling the coat closed in front of her. "Oh sure, get
all modest now."
"Mark, please take me home," she said, tears welling in her eyes.
"But the weddi--," he began.
"Please take me home now Mark," she begged. He read her eyes and stood up, not
noticing his ripped button. Erin, her cousin, had seen everything and came up to
apologize for Tim who was hammered, but the girl pushed her aside. She wanted
nothing more than to be away from here.
The two slipped away and on the way home she told Mark the story. She finished
with, "I promise you that I'll sew a new button on your coat."
"I don't care about a silly coat. I'm just glad that you are okay."
By this time, they had pulled up outside of her house. The rest of the family
was still at the wedding and Shannon knew what she wanted. "Why don't you come
on in..."
As the two teens were about to enter the house, Shannon stopped and pulled the
sports coat off of her body, leaving her naked again...this time by choice.
"Shannon, what are you doing," Mark stammered.
"This," she said, pulling him by the tie up against her and kissing his lips
hard. She grinded her nude body against his hard, beautiful clothed one and
moaned...she had never wanted to lose her virginity more. She pulled him inside
the house and began stripping the boy of his suit right there in the foyer. His
hard cock sprang out of his boxers as she laid him down, locked the door and
slowly eased herself down on top of him.
"This is for my hero," she said and gasped as he slowly filled her and the two
teens made slow, passionate love. Mark took her virginity from her gently and
lovingly and Shannon closed her eyes as she rode on top of her boyfriend with
the two climaxing together. The nude girl collapsed on top of her lover in a
sweaty, exhausted embrace.
Finally the couple got the energy back to get themselves together. Mark dressed
while Shannon ran to the bathroom to clean up...for a girl who is always naked,
there wasn't the option of just throwing your panties on...a romantic encounter
and its remnants would definitely show up to anyone who looked...there was
little to hide.
Shannon finished cleaning herself up and joined Mark on the couch, lying down
with her head in his lap, just enjoying his company, while he watched a
basketball game. Just then, the front door opened and Jimmy walked in, followed
by her father and Colleen. All three smiled hellos to the two teens and went up
to bed, though Colleen gave them an odd stare. The teens wondered if the woman
knew for Shannon had seen how red her pussy was after the sex. Of course Colleen
knew, the smell of sex permeated the hallway....luckily Jack Malone had been too
tired to notice it and Colleen would never say anything. She went to bed, happy
for her stepdaughter.
For the first time in a long time, Shannon didn't feel uncomfortable about her
nudity. She luxuriated in the warmth of Mark, who had his arm over her, idly
rubbing her side and back. Occasionally he would get naughty and stray to her
breast but for the most part he was just teasing her with soft touches.
She wasn't sure how it happened, but she fell asleep...all of the emotions of
the night were too much for her. She woke up in the middle of the night, all
lights out and a throw blanket over her. In the moonlight, she saw a note on the
table from Mark...
"Shannon, Thank you for one of the best nights of my life. You looked so
peaceful I didn't want to wake you. Call me tomorrow and we can do something! I
love You! Mark."
Happy tears welled up in her eyes as she read the note over and over again. She
was so overjoyed to be in such an awesome relationship. She laid back and fell
asleep again, Mark's note pressed against her body.
PART 87
Saturday was a day of dread for Shannon, though she had almost forgotten about
it. She woke up on the couch in the living room, more relaxed and refreshed than
any morning in a while. Maybe it was the awesome sex, maybe it was falling
asleep in her lover's arms or maybe it was the feel of the blanket over her
naked body. Whatever, she woke up with the sun pouring in through the living
room windows on a gorgeous weekend day.
She stretched her arms above her in the quiet house. She saw the kitchen light
on and knew her father was probably reading the New York Times and drinking a
cup of coffee. This was his solace every Saturday and Sunday morning, getting up
before the house became crazy and enjoying the quiet.
Reluctantly she pulled the blanket from her. When her bare feet hit the carpeted
floor, the realization of her Saturday punishment hit her. Mr. Jones had told
her and Carrie that they and the other nude students would be the
"entertainment" at the carnival to benefit the field hockey and lacrosse teams.
"No sense just letting the boys teams' benefit from your, uh, predicament," he
had said laughing.
Shannon walked into the kitchen and was rewarded with a smile from her father.
"Well, you're up early. Want some breakfast?"
"No thanks, maybe just some orange juice," she said. She poured herself a glass
and grabbed a seat next to her father, grabbing a section of the paper. This had
always been something she loved...getting up before everyone and enjoying quiet
time with her dad. None of the other kids had ever thought to do it, but Shannon
had been his companion on these mornings for years. Lately she had begun to
sleep in more often than not, but the occasional weekend she would rise early to
join him.
As she sat across from him, reading the arts and entertainment section, Jack
Malone was filled with pride. Shannon had turned into a wonderful woman. She had
obviously grown into a gorgeous one physically, but he was proud of her spunk
last night while dealing with the unfair situation he had thrown upon her.
"Shannon, can we talk for a minute," he said finally. The girl looked up from a
story on a dance company in Harlem and smiled. "Sure Dad, what's up?"
"Um, I'm afraid I have been unfair to you lately and I'm sorry. This nudity
thing has made me uncomfortable from the start but that's what they recommended
so I went with it. Then I went too far and I am sorry."
Shannon's heart began to pound hard in her chest. Was she about to get clothes
back?
"I know Dad, it's been awful," she said, trying to suppress her excitement at
getting clothes back.
"Sweetheart, I'm sorry, but I've set out the rules and have to follow them," he
said. Her body sagged, realizing that she wasn't getting anything back. "But I
promise to not be such a hardass. And hey, you're halfway there."
Tears streamed down her cheeks and onto the paper. She tried to smile and said,
"yeah, halfway there. Thanks Dad." She got up from the table and went upstairs
to try and get ready for more humiliation.
She sat down the toilet to pee, door open as she had become accustomed. She saw
a hand reach in and close the door completely, giving her some privacy. She was
glad to see that things would be changing, even in such a small way.
She finished her business and turned the shower on. She wanted to get washed up
again, not wanting any remnants of last night's exploits with Mark to still be
around while she was being displayed at school. Yes, she was sure that she would
be on display big time at school.
She shaved her legs, pits and pubes and turned the water off...enjoying standing
in the heat of the steam. "Shannon, phone," she heard Colleen say. "It's Carrie.
Do you need a ride to school today?"
God bless Carrie, she thought. "Could you tell her I would love that?"
"Sure thing."
She grabbed the towel and dried herself off completely. Then she saw her
bathrobe hanging there again. She wondered why it was there but quickly put it
on, enjoying the time covered. She didn't wear any makeup and just pulled her
hair back into a ponytail after brushing her teeth. Shannon turned to leave the
bathroom but thought better of wearing the bathrobe, not knowing why it was
there. Better to stay naked and ask first before assuming she could wear it out.
She left the warmth of the bathroom and entered the drafty hallway. She noticed
that her bedroom door was back and her comforter and sheets were on the bed.
Thanks Dad, she thought, maybe he was softening a bit. She wondered if her
stockings were in there as well but didn't want to push it.
Shannon heard the doorbell and went downstairs. She saw Carrie, dressed as
normally as she had seen her lately. Carrie's dad had reacted in a similar way
to her own. Although Carrie wasn't forced to be naked, she was made to wear
ridiculously short skirts and tight tops with heels and nothing underneath. Mr.
Bartlett thought the humiliation would guarantee that his daughter wouldn't
misbehave again and he was right.
Today she was wearing a sweatshirt, jeans, socks and sneaks.
"Carrie, you look so comfortable, what's with the normal clothes?"
"Dad realized he was being too harsh on me. So, on the weekends, I get to wear
whatever I want on top...but nothing underneath. Still skirts and blouses during
the week and nude at home but only until the punishment is over."
Shannon was really happy for her friend, who looked relieved. They had both
feared that Mr. Bartlett would make Carrie wear nothing but the slutty clothes
she had been forced to wear the last two weeks. Part of her was a bit sad of
course...this gave Carrie even more covering than before and even then she was
more covered than her own nudity.
"Bye Dad, I'm heading to school," she yelled into the kitchen and the two girls,
one clothed in normal teen clothes, the other totally nude, headed out into the
cool morning air.
Shannon noticed that the weather wasn't as cold as it had been. Oh it was still
unbearable for a girl constantly without clothes, but it was getting better. Not
much solace for her last three weeks of nudity but it was better than nothing.
Carrie had left the car running while she had gone inside so there was instant
warmth for the nude girl. She smiled and thanked her best friend as they began
their trek to the school and a day of more humiliation.
On the surface, helping with a carnival sounded innocent. Being nude might be a
bit of an issue but otherwise, how tough could it be making sno-cones or taking
tickets. But both girls had experienced Mr. Jones' twisted mind first-hand and
both knew things would not be easy on them.
Shannon filled her best friend in on the wedding and the wonderful sex she had
shared with Mark. Carrie had lots of questions and was genuinely happy for her
friend, who seemed happier than she had been in weeks.
All too quickly, they pulled up to school. This time, Carrie knew better than
pull around front, instead going to the back where the maintenance entrance was.
They parked in the first stop and Carrie got out. Shannon took a deep breath to
steel her nerves and then opened the door, her bare feet against the cold
concrete (a feeling she never got used to) and ran to catch up with her friend.
At the door was a sobbing naked girl, another student named Rose. She and her
friends Juli and Brad were also involved in a naked punishment that was lasting
a week. All would get their clothes back on Monday. She was banging hard on the
door, her body covered with goosebumps and her nipples standing up totally
erect. She was shivering and it looked as if she had been there a long time.
"Rose, calm down," Shannon said, wrapping her arms around the girl, their naked
bodies meeting. "What's wrong?"
"I've been out here for 15 minutes. I came early to be sure I wouldn't get more
punishment for being late. I went to the front door and it said to come back
here and knock. I've been banging on the door for so long...I just want to go
inside and get warm and be away from everything."
Shannon knew the feeling and was currently starting to feel the cold herself.
Carrie, in her sweatshirt and jeans, didn't feel it yet but knew she would
before too long. She began knocking on the door and yelling for Carl, the
maintenance man.
"What's going on," came a male voice behind them. The three girls turned and saw
Brad, wearing a long-sleeve shirt and jeans. Unlike the girls, he was permitted
clothes to go back and forth from school because, during the day, he was forced
to wear a cock ring that meant he was always erect. The girl wondered why he was
getting away from the public nudity so much but figured that Mr. Jones was just
a sick man who preferred seeing his girls run around naked more than his boys.
"They're not letting us in," Shannon said, watching the boy's eyes completely
drink in the attached nudity of two girls. "And stop gawking at us, you should
understand how awful that is."
He quickly averted his eyes and looked sheepish. "I'm really sorry Shannon...you
too Rose. I didn't mean to, it's just you girls are so beautiful and so
naked...it was a natural reaction."

Shannon realized the boy was right...not that she was going to let him off easy
but she understood his dilemma.

"Can I ask why you two are hugging, not that I mind," he said.
"We're freezing and Rose has been out here for 15 minutes."

Carrie continued banging on the door. "Why the hell won't they let us in," she
wondered aloud. Her banging was interrupted by the distinct sound of slapping
feet on the concrete. The very naked Juli came rushing around the corner and met
up with them.

"Why are you guys waiting out here," she asked, crossing her arms over her
breasts and bending over at the waist to try and stay warm. Carrie explained
that they had been knocking. Brad just stared at the assembled nudity in front
of him, amazed at being in the midst of it.

Sizing them up, he thought Shannon's body was definitely the best. She had
awesome long legs and her body was tight and hard. Her little breasts just fit
perfectly on her thin body...she was a wet dream come alive.
Rose was probably his next favorite. She was small too, shorter than Shannon,
and her legs weren't as great, but her petite body was just so feminine. The
girl had hard, point tits with nipples the size of a penny and had the look of a
timer in a turkey. Those little nips were a definite turn-on for him.

As for Juli, she was the heaviest of the three nudes but she was far from being
overweight. She had nice curves but her legs were a bit thick, he thought. Her
breasts were obviously the biggest, probably a 36 C or D. She was nice and many
boys in the school had drooled over her large chest. Now they had gotten to see
her full round boobs (without a trace of sag, he noticed) up and close and
personal every day for the past week.

Finally the door opened and a smiling Carl was standing there, eying up the nude
girl flesh standing there. "What's with all the racket," he asked smiling.
Carrie stepped aside as the three nude girls pushed their way into the dirty
boiler room. They felt the grime of the floor on their bare feet but it was a
better alternative to the cold concrete...at least it was warm in here.
Brad motioned for Carrie to go in first, a show of good manners. Actually he was
very interested in seeing her ass in the tight jeans. He didn't know Carrie and
though he had seen her nude before, he rarely got up close to her. The last time
was the day she stripped him on stage and then jerked him to erection before
looping the ring around his penis. Oh that stupid ring...he hated that ring.
"What took you so long," Shannon asked, her voice quivering from her shivers.
"Mr. Jones told me to wait until all five of you were here before letting you
in," he said smiling. "Don't worry though, I was watching you with the
surveillance cameras."
The girls groaned at the knowledge that their every naked step is on film.
"OK you two, off with the clothes. You know the rules. And you," Carl said,
pointing to Brad, "put that thing on your cock. But you have to get one of the
girls to do it for you, Mr. Jones' rules, not mine. Personally I wish you had
some pants on....no reason to see that thing flying all around."
The girls giggled at how uncomfortable Carl was at the thought of the naked boy.
Nice to see someone else getting a bit embarrassed for a change. Brad just
nodded and began to strip off his clothes. He pulled his shirt and undershirt up
over his head together, revealing a buff chest and a flat stomach. He kicked off
his shoes and used his feet to remove his socks and then began to unbutton his
jeans. The girls gasped as he pulled them down, his penis desperately trying to
poke its way through the cotton of his underwear. He was obviously in major
arousal after seeing the naked girls so close and hugging each other for warmth.
He wondered if his cock would ever be flaccid again.
Shannon instantly felt herself flush, despite the cold she had felt a few
minutes before. She had noticed this feeling when she saw Brad in the hall last
week...she was turned on by his body, his strong shoulders, her tight, hard butt
and, of course, his long hard penis that was sticking straight out away from his
body.

Brad sheepishly looked down at his now bare feet on the cold, grimy floor. He
knew the next part of this would be humiliating and painful.

"Would any of you girls mind putting this on," he asked, holding up the penis
ring. Awkward silence followed as the girls just stood there. Shannon
desperately wanted to touch it, to feel that huge thing, but hesitated.
Finally, she stepped forward. "I'll do it," she said quietly. Brad mouthed
"thanks" to the girl and thrust his crotch out to make it easier for the girl.
Shannon reached out and started to slide the ring over the boy's smooth penis.
Brad moaned at the contact, at feeling the girl's soft hand graze his achingly
erect penis. She slid the harness to the base of the boy's organ and tightened
it as far as she could. She looked up and saw the humiliation and frustration at
being touched by this beautiful naked girl but unable to respond.

Shannon moved away, feeling hot all over...her sex was soaked...she could feel
the moisture poised at the entry. She fell back within the other nude girls.

Meanwhile, Carrie was still dressed, mesmerized at the sight of Shannon putting
the ring on the boy's penis.

"Come on you," said Carl. "Get those clothes off. And you, put your clothes in
this bag. Hurry up."

Carl moved to get his clothes together, his hard cock bouncing up and down as he
went. The girls all winced, wondering if that was as painful as it looked.
Meanwhile, Carrie began to strip. First, she grabbed the bottom of her
sweatshirt and pulled it up, revealing her round, full breasts. She then kicked
off her sneaks and began to undo her jeans. She tried to ignore the gawking
stares of Carl but was unable to avoid the looks from Brad. His penis was
twitching and he was groaning as she pushed her tight jeans down her legs and
off, revealing her vagina.

"Another dry cum, huh boy, poor thing," Carl said laughing. And Brad did look
like a poor thing as his body shook and his eyes glazed over. "You, put your
clothes in this bag. I will make sure it is in a safe location. Now go and meet
Mr. Jones in his office."

The five nude teens started out of the grimy boiler room. As they reached the
door, the janitor said, "by the way, use that rag to wipe off your feet.
Otherwise, you'll be working for me cleaning footprints off the hallway floor on
Monday."

For some reason, the comment cut right through the nude students, who dutifully
wiped their feet on rags left by the door and headed into the school for an
uncertain day of carnival fun.

PART 88
The five naked teens-four girls and a boy-walked uncomfortably through the cold
hallways of their Catholic high school. They were part of a very special
Saturday detention.

Shannon was just about to finish the third week of her six-week totally nude
session for skipping school and then calling in a false sick call. She was given
double the time. Plus, her father was extending the punishment to home so she
was completely naked every minute of the day.

Carrie was just about to finish her second semi-nude week after "misbehaving"
during a public school function. Truth was, her only crime was standing up to
some perverts while walking with Shannon to a recruiting event at the local mall
but her word was not enough against the priest whop leveled the charge against
her. Her first week had been complete nudity and this second week, which ended
on Tuesday, had just been bottomless. This Tuesday she would get her skirt back
but no panties or bra and she had to lift her skirt and reveal her pantiless
pussy and ass to anyone who requested for a full week.

At home, her father had forced her to go without panties or bra either and had
done away with pants or any skirt that went below her knee. He had relented and
allowed her to wear comfortable clothes on the weekend but the punishment still
stood during the week. And no panties or bra on the weekends either.

Juli, Rose and Brad were all about to finish their one week of total nudity
after helping each other cheat on a test. Actually Juli and Rose were helping
Brad pass a quiz and they had all gotten caught. Juli and Rose had a week of
complete nudity to and from and at school while Brad was allowed clothes for his
trip back and forth. In exchange for the clothes, the boy was forced to wear a
ring around his penis to keep his organ hard for the entire day.

The five were walking from the boiler room, where they had entered, to the
principal's office, where they would receive their instructions. As they went,
they all cringed when they saw posters advertising them and the carnival. Each
one had a photo of one of the nude students, blown up to poster size. Most were
of the girls but Brad had one or two hanging around as well, all showing how
well-endowed he was.

The five walked silently down the hall to face their humiliation. They heard a
buzz coming from the gym as they passed it and could only guess what was in
store. The group entered the anteroom of Mr. Jones' office and waited as the
door to the principal's office was closed.

Not that the man did not know they were there. He had rejoiced at the misery he
had caused the nude girls waiting outside...he had seen every second of it
through the video surveillance. Now he was just going to make them stew for a
little bit outside.

The five teens stood miserably, trying to stay calm. Shannon and Carrie knew
first hand about how awful these things could be...both had been forced into a
naked car wash for the football team last Saturday. This might even be worse.
Finally, the door opened and a smiling Mr. Jones motioned for them to come in.
Shannon and Carrie entered first and both dropped to their knees in their
required positions. The other three teens stared, not knowing what they were
doing, having never been summoned to the principal's office.

"Yes, I see you three are confused. Miss Bartlett and Miss Malone are in their
required position. You see, I prefer not getting my new chairs all wet with the
juices that leak from naked girls. I hope you understand. Please, kneel next to
the other two please."

The girls were humiliated after the comment about "juices that leak from naked
girls." It was a natural thing, they all knew, but he made it sound so dirty,
like they were at fault. Juli and Rose sank to their knees into the plush
carpeting. It already hurt their knees as the carpet fibers poked up into their
bare skin.

Brad was about to join them when Mr. Jones stopped him.

"Please, Mr. Davis, sit in the chair. Us men don't have to worry about the
juices like the girls do, especially with that little thing on you."

The girls seethed as they watched the boy sit into the chair, spared the
humiliation of being forced to kneel in front of this man. It was clearly a
sexist attitude...Mr. Jones strongly believed in the superiority of men and was
showing it here. The boy, while punished by nudity, was spared the indignation
of kneeling on the floor and being nude on the trek back and forth from school.
The nude boy was still one level above the nude girls.

"Now, thank you to all five of you for being on time for our little project," he
said, as if the students had a choice. "Today, you will be part of our carnival
in support of the lacrosse and field hockey teams. Please take these papers and
sign them before we continue."

The papers contained statements that St. Mark's High School was not responsible
for any injury, physical or mental, suffered during the performance of their
tasks today. It also stated that they had "volunteered" for duty today and that
they were freely giving themselves for this community service activity. It also
said that $1,000 had to be raised for the community service to be deemed a
success.

Shannon and Carrie knew that they had no choice but to sign and did, placing
their signed documents back on the principal's desk. The other were reading
intently and shaking their heads at parts. Rose was crying again.

"Please hurry up. The carnival is set to start in 30 minutes and you all need to
get set up."

"But, Mr. Jones, we didn't volunteer for this, you made us come here today,"
Rose said.

"Well, Rose, here is your choice. You can work on the carnival here today or
spend the rest of your time here at St. Mark's in your current state. Now do you
volunteer for this activity or not?"

The girl nodded her head and signed on the dotted line. Mr. Jones smiled as he
saw the other two nude students do the same thing. He knew that he held power
over these students, especially the girls. They so much valued their modesty
that they would go to any lengths to be clothed. He silently gave thanks to the
school's Board of Trustees for instituting the nudity rule.
He collected the five consent forms and put them into a drawer.

"Now, you five can make your way to the gym. Heather Johnson will be there to
assign you to your jobs. Smile and make St. Mark's proud!"

The four nude girls got off their knees and started walking towards the door.
Brad stood up and followed the girls, but not before Mr. Jones said, "sorry for
all of this son, but I have to punish you like the girls or I'll get a sexual
harassment suit thrown at me, you know." The boy nodded and exited the room,
following after the nude girls. He hated this ring around his penis but he liked
being so close to nude females.

The five naked students wandered through the cold, drafty hallway towards the
gym. Again the noise made them all cringe.

Finally they pushed through the door. Inside, roughly 30 or so girls were there,
most wearing t-shirts representing the team they played for, either lacrosse or
field hockey. Shannon felt another wave of humiliation as she was about to be
humiliated by the girls that she used to hang out with.

Heather, a tall pretty girl, walked towards them. She went right over to Brad
and pulled him by the penis, causing him to moan. "Good boy," she said smiling.

"You stay here with me. Her hand began to masturbate the boy, who was moaning
despite the humiliation of the situation and the knowledge that her movements
were only going to cause him frustration. Still, having a gorgeous senior
jerking him off was quite a turn-on.

She continued to jerk him off while issuing orders to the nude girls. "Juli, you
go with Pam and Tracey. Rose, you go with Anne and Grace. Carrie, walk over
there and meet Jenny and Kyra and Shannon, you go over with John and Rick."
The girls' stomachs fluttered with the uncertainty of the next stage of their
humiliation. Shannon was especially apprehensive, going over to the only boys in
the room. Little did she know that girls can sometimes be meaner than boys!

The nude girls went off to meet up with their handlers while the shamed Brad had
another dry orgasm, one of many he knew he would suffer in the next few hours.
He was led away by Heather, who never relinquished her grip on his penis.

PART 89
The carnival was underway and already the nude students were suffering from the
awful humiliation and exposure. Each one had a different degrading task to
perform and each one was undergoing ingenuous torture.
JULI
Juli had gone over to her handlers, Pam and Tracey. In this case, they might as
well have been handlers because as she walked over to meet the two athletes, she
saw the sign: "Pony Rides, 25 cents." She hoped that she was simply helping in
the booth that contained a real pony but soon found out that she was indeed the
pony.
The girls told her to get on her hands and knees. Quickly a bit gag was put into
her mouth which was connected to leather restraints that would allow her to be
ridden. They then inserted a small tube into her ass which was covered in horse
hair for her tail. It wasn't painful but she felt the hair brushing against her
mound, causing her to water up from the arousal as it lightly brushed her bare
pussy.
"Alright, she looks ready," Tracey said. "Let's give her a try."
Juli tried to turn to see what was happening but felt some weight on her back.
"Giddy up horsey," she heard and felt a slap right against the side of her
hanging breasts. She cried out but began crawling around the course laid out for
her. Her knees ached terribly against the hard floor and her large breasts were
being tortured by swaying from side to side as she crawled. She had to stay up
high so that the legs of the rider were not on the floor...if not, she got a
slap against the side of her now aching breasts.
Finally she arrived back at the starting point and Tracey got off. "Good
horsey," she said to her, laughing. Then it was Pam's turn. This girl was a bit
heavier and Juli groaned when she was carrying all of the girl's weight. Again
she felt the slap at the side of her breasts and she began the journey around
the circle, a trip she would know well by the end of the carnival.
ROSE
Meanwhile, Rose walked over to where Annie and Grace stood. Both of these girls
had always been pseudo friends of hers...they had gone to elementary school
together and had played sports together. They looked at her with sympathy and
smiles.
"Sorry about this Rose, but we have no choice," Grace said, leading Rose by the
arm. She was placed with her hands tied above her and her ankles tied at the
base so that she was in an X shape. She then saw Annie remove paper from tape
and stick it to the back of a target and then slap it on her bare right breast.
"Yeow, jeez, that hurts," she whispered.
"I know Rose, but this is going to happen a lot today. You are going to be
squirted with water guns from about 20 feet away. Boys pay 25 cents and get 30
seconds to spray you and get points if they get each target."
With that she slapped one on the other breast and then had a third in her hand.
"What's that for," Rose asked, then she closed her eyes and started to sob. She
had figured it out-her pussy.
"Sorry again Rosie," Annie said and slapped the target onto her pubic mound. She
knew this would hurt most of all because her hair would be pulled out along with
it.
"After each one gets wet, we'll have to replace them. They'll probably get wet
every time. We have about 3,000 of these so we should be good, but I don't think
you'll have much pubic hair left."
She closed her eyes and rolled her head back. She knew that she was going to be
in for a rough day.
CARRIE
Carrie padded over on her bare feet towards Jenny and Kyra. They were standing
at the dunk tank and she winced, knowing that she was going to be the clown in
the tank.
"Here you go Carrie, hop up and give it a try," Kyra said, almost kindly. The
nude girl climbed the ladder and walked out on the plank. She sat down and
realized that she had to put her legs down spread wide apart for leverage. With
the clear plastic tank in front of her, she knew the image she was presenting.
"One last thing," Jenny said, reaching over from the ladder. She took both of
Carrie's wrists and tied them together behind her. Now the girl had no way of
covering herself and climbing back up would be an adventure.
"OK, I guess you have to wait there until the carnival begins. Don't fall asleep
on us up here," Kyra said smiling.
She started away when she stopped. "Oh yeah, by the way, unlike most dunk tank
clowns, you are not allowed to say anything. So, here," she pushed a ballgag
into the girl's unsuspecting mouth, rendering her speechless.
The two girls giggled and left her helpless and gagged on the ledge, waiting for
the carnival goers to enter. Carrie just wanted to close her eyes and drift off
to sleep but was afraid she would fall off her perch and drown. So she kept
alert and looked all around, taking in the sights of the weirdest carnival in
history. She saw Juli at the pony rides and her heart ached for the girl. Then
she saw Rose at the target shooting contest and started to cry.
"Please get me through this," she prayed.
BRAD
The nude boy was led through a throng of cheering girls as Heather continued to
jerk him off. He had already dry cum once at her hands and was certain he was in
for many more.
The girl led him to bench where he was forced to lay down flat on his back, his
achingly hard penis sticking straight up. His torso was tied with a leather
strap to the bench as were his ankles so he could not move.
"You are the ring toss," Heather said laughing. "I'll show you."
He turned his head and was able to see the girl toss a ring towards his penis.
It hit the top and bounced off. Two more also banged off of his cock and to the
floor. Finally the fourth one landed over his penis and spun around, causing him
to groan in pleasure and frustration.
"One point for me," she said loudly and went to retrieve the ring, her hand
lingering over his penis. He groaned again with need of cumming but he knew that
it wasn't in his near future.
"Make up the sign, five rings for 25 cents," she said smiling. Heather walked
away, leaving the boy nude and attached to the bench.
SHANNON
Shannon walked slowly towards the two boys. They were leering at her and
grinning. She thought that they should be beyond this immature behavior...after
all, she had been naked in school for nearly three weeks. But the boys never
seemed to tire of seeing her nude body, no matter how many times they had seen
it.
She walked to the boy who she thought was John. He smiled and took her hand.
"We've been busy getting you equipment ready all week in shop class," he said.
The thought of a bunch of boys preparing her "equipment" did not make her happy
but she smiled and said ok.
They led her to a chair that resembled the gynecologist chair from her trails in
biology class. The two boys enjoyed feeling her bare body under the guise of
"helping" her into the chair. She groaned as she felt her ankles being wrapped
with straps and then pulled back. Her arms were then pulled above her and tied
to the back of the chair, rendering her unable to move.
"Now for the tits," Rick said. She felt them groping her breasts and then
sliding a smooth thing over it. She looked down and it looked to be metal with a
large pointy end. "Oh, I forgot," he said, inserting a ballgag in her mouth,
this one also having a long, thin metal thing attached to it.
Meanwhile, John was working on her left breasts, mauling it before sliding a
metal thing over her little breasts. She saw him twisting a screw on the side
and she felt the metal tighten around the base of her breasts, slowly squeezing
her little tits tighter and tighter until she moaned. He looked up at her and
smiled again before giving another twist. She saw her breasts getting redder and
more swollen.
She was in some pain now as both of her tits were squeezed by these vice-like
apparatuses. She tried to yell at them that it was too tight but the strange gag
in her mouth made it useless.
"Finally, my pride and joy," John said laughing. He held up another large stake,
this one attached to a smooth cylinder. "Guess where this one goes Shannon?"
With that he slid the cylinder into her wide open and vulnerable pussy, causing
her to gasp. She had been dry and there was little lubricant on the cylinder but
it went in to the hilt. She looked down and saw the large stake sticking up from
her pubic mound, looking like a penis. She saw the boy working on another screw
and felt something moving outside her pubic mound and inside. The boy screwed
until she started to scream as the two metal pieces pinched her.
"Now, that's in place," John said smiling. "Just right for the water balloon
toss. Let me demonstrate."
He took the water filled balloons and tossed one at the stake protruding from
her pussy. It hit and water exploded all over the nude girl. What was worse was
the impact caused the metal inside of her to shake and cause her great
discomfort.
"Or I can throw at your tits," he said, letting another one go. Her breasts were
now sore from the strain and stung as the balloon his her left breast. She was
soaked again, this one completely flooding her chest and face.
"Or your mouth," he said, throwing a balloon right at her face. She could go
nowhere and got the latex balloon right in the face, causing her to be
completely soaked.
Rick then came towards her with a towel. He rubbed the thin towel all over her
body, getting her feels in while also absorbing the water.
"Should make us a fortune. Three balloons for a quarter," he said laughing.
THE CARNIVAL
The fair attracted nearly every student in the school, with many bringing
disbelieving friends from other schools. Not that any of the nude students
noticed. They spent much of the afternoon being barraged by their jobs. Carrie
was a mess, soaked and freezing, constantly working to get back on her little
ledge. Juli's knees were in terrible pain after riding all of the carnival goers
around the circle. Rose had little red marks from where the stinging little
sprays from the water uzis hit her bare body. She also had almost no public hair
left after they were pulled out from the hundreds of times the targets was
removed and readministered to her pubes.

Shannon was in a state of agony as well...her breasts were nearly purple from
the squeezing and the impact of the balloons, her vaginal walls were scraped raw
by the metal tongs and she was freezing from the soaking she was receiving.
Brad had cum more times than anyone could remember, though Heather had tried to
keep track. Each girl (and it was nearly all girls who came to the booth)
lingered while removing the rings from his hard cock, all admiring the long,
wide organ. He had shut his eyes and was trying to imagine a pleasurable way
that this could be happening but each dry cum snapped him back to reality.
Finally the carnival was over. After three long and grueling hours, the nude
students were released from their bonds and allowed to go. As the five gathered
themselves, they heard Heather call out, "$997.75...not bad for a day's work.
Thanks to you five."

The words cut like a knife through the five nudes who knew they had missed their
goal by $2.75. Wordlessly, they made their way back to MR. Jones' office, who
dismissed them to go home.

"Oh and don't forget you five, that you now owe us another Saturday. See you
then. And the same rules apply to that day that applied today...if you arrived
naked today, do the same then. If you stripped nude here, do the same next week.
And Mr. Davis, remember about taking care of your condition."

Brad looked down and remembered that he had to have one of the girls relieve him
of his erection. He looked around and silently begged for some mercy. Juli came
forward and undid his ring and began to jerk him off. Within seconds he came,
shooting his stuff all over the girl. She was handed a towel by the principal
and wiped off the spunk.

"Take the towel and wash it for me honey," the principal said. "Return it on
Monday."
The humiliated five walked quickly out of the office, wanting to erase the whole
day from their memory banks. Carrie and Brad dressed in the boiler room and the
group left without a word. Shannon and Carrie barely exchanged a word on the
drive home, humiliated by the entire day.

Shannon arrived home, leaned over and hugged her best friend and ran up the
steps to shower and go to bed and put this awful day behind her. She had just
entered the house when she saw a note.

"Shannon, We had to run out and Megan and Brighid took Jimmy to the mall. Dinner
is alone for you but Mr. Firgus asked if you could give him a hand today. It
means a lot to the old guy. Love, Dad and Colleen."

The nude girl sighed, knowing that her day from not yet over. Being the nice
girl she headed over to her old neighbor's house to see what he had in store for
her.

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