-- Thursday

In the morning, I got up and started to get out of bed.  I remembered
I was bare and started to wrap a blanket around myself, then laughed
and stood up and stretched.  I went right downstairs and into the
kitchen.

My mother was there.  She smiled when she saw me.  "Keeping right at
it?" she asked me.  "That's great, Karen!"

I nodded.  "I don't get to wear anything until I've had breakfast and
my shower," I told her.

I went to the bathroom and did my necessary things, then stepped out
again.  "Are you making breakfast?" I asked my mother.

"Sure, I thought I'd make pancakes if you'd like some," she nodded.

"Great.  Thanks, that sounds great!  I guess I'll go take my shower,
then."  I turned to go back into the bathroom.  Just as I started to
close the bathroom door, the doorbell rang.  I waited, thinking she'd
get it, but then it rang again.

I stepped back out of the bathroom and took a deep, nervous breath.
Here was another chance to show how courageous I was.  I went to the
front door, put a smile on my face, and opened the door wide.

It was one of Jimmy's friends from last night.  "Hi," he said, looking
me over eagerly.

"Hi, uh..."  I couldn't remember his name.

"Roger."  He smiled a little nervously.  "I just wanted to stop by and
say 'Hi', Karen," he said.

"Would you like to come in?" I asked him.  "You can join us for
breakfast if you like!"  I said as warmly and politely as I could
manage.

"Sure, if it's all right!"  He beamed.

"I'm about to go take a shower," I explained.  "I'll be having
breakfast before I get dressed, though," I told him, smiling a little.

"Can I watch you in the shower?" he asked eagerly.

I blushed.  "Um... okay," I said reluctantly, but then giggled.  20
guys had been watching me shower after gym all week!  "Come on, then,"
I said.

I had to leave the shower curtain open.  I aimed the shower head so it
wouldn't spray water all over the bathroom, then stepped in and faced
him.  I took a long shower in front of him, lathering myself in soap
several times and then rinsing it off, then turned off the water and
stepped out.  He watched me towel off and dry my hair as well.

"Ready for breakfast now?" I asked him.

"Um... actually... I had better get going," he said, glancing at his
watch.  "But it sure was fun watching you take your shower!"  He
hurried out the door, and I sighed, a little relieved to have at least
a little privacy.

Jimmy came in for breakfast.

"Your friend Roger was here earlier," I told him.  "He watched me in
the shower."

"He did?"  Jimmy looked surprised, then shrugged.

"Was he a gentleman?" Mom asked.

"He was nice," I told her.

"Good," Jimmy said.  "Then I don't have to break his arms."  We all
laughed.

I had to take off my clothes at school; I couldn't get out of that.
Feeling very bold about it, I decided I'd do the best I could to be as
adventurous, friendly and cheerful as I could.

After breakfast, I got dressed and walked to school, arriving early
as I had the day before.  I noticed it was a little cool that morning,
in the mid-60s.  But it was going to be a nice day.

There were a few students at the front door, and I could see others who
would be arriving soon.  I'd intended to just cheerfully, boldly strip,
but I felt nervous as I looked at the people who were already there.
A half dozen guys were eagerly, expectantly looking at me, and grinning.
I blushed and took a couple of deep breaths, reminding myself of my
intentions.  I decided to jump right into a bold start.

"W-would any of you like to help me?" I asked timidly.

"Excuse me, did you say something?"

I blushed harder.  They hadn't heard me!  I realized I had an easy
out.  Then I took another quick breath.  I didn't want to do it that
way.

I spoke out more clearly and loudly.  "Would you boys like to help me
take off my clothes?"

They heard me clearly that time!  They jostled one another and moved
toward me.  I stood still in front of them, and they waited.

"Go ahead," I invited them, forcing myself to smile.  It was about a
quarter to eight.  Classes started at 8:05.  "I'll let you do whatever
you want until it's time to go to class."

A couple of them came over right away, and one of them experimentally
rubbed his knuckles against my shirt.  I blushed but forced another
smile.

Someone behind me tugged my pants down to my ankles, then did the same
with my underpants.  I felt hands on my bare buttocks.

The guy who had brushed my chest grinned; he unbuttoned my shirt, then
opened my bra.  He studied my face as he began feeling my chest.  I was
blushing pretty hard.  I didn't try to move, but looked away from him.

"Look right at me," he told me.

I looked back at him.  He smiled.

Then I gasped; one of the guys behind me slid his finger in my vagina!
I started to turn, but the guy in front of me held my nipples, and
pinched them.  "Look at me!" he insisted.  I did so; it hurt when he
pinched me!  He grinned.  "Keep looking at me.  I like to watch your
expressions," he said.

"Here, let me slide my fingers in there for a minute," someone behind
me said, and one finger slid out of my vagina, but another slid in.  I
gasped again, but kept my eyes nervously on the guy in front of me.
Then I jumped; someone was pushing their finger up my behind!

"No!  Stop that!" I protested, trying to turn around.  The guy in
front of me grabbed my nipples again and pinched them hard.  "Are you
going to remember to look at me?" he demanded.

"I'll try!" I said, gulping.

"I thought you said we could do what we wanted with you?" a guy in
back of me said.

"You... can!" I said, gasping.

"Would you lean forward a little, please?" he asked cheerfully.

I did so slowly and reluctantly, but tried to keep my eyes on the guy
in front of me.  I smiled at him, and he chuckled.   "You like this,
don't you?"

Just then the bell rang.  I felt immensely relieved as the guys behind
me yanked their fingers out of my behind and my vagina.  The guys
behind me pulled my shirt off, and my bra.  I smiled at them and bent
over to untie my shoes.  I got goosed while I did that, and I squealed
and straightened nervously, then smiled again.  I kicked my shoes off
and stepped out of my pants and underpants.  The guys grabbed at me
for a final feel, then cooperated in picking me up.  They took my
socks off.

"Hey, I was going to wear those!" I protested, trying to be
good-natured about it.  "Let me down, please, so I can get my shoes
back on, okay?"

They let me down, and I hurriedly got my socks and shoes back on.  I
didn't see my clothes; I assumed the guys had put them in the box.  I
hurried to algebra class and got to my seat just as the final bell
rang.

It was still awfully embarrassing to be the only student in the class
who was not wearing any clothes, but I was determined to enjoy it more
than I had the first three days, and also to do more than just try to
live through the day.  When the algebra teacher, Mr. Dennison, asked
for volunteers to solve problems on the board, I raised my hand and
boldly went to the board to give it a try.  When I finished and
returned to my seat, the class cheered.

"We don't see that kind of reaction too often," Mr. Dennison
remarked, and the class laughed.

After class, a boy stopped me in the hallway.  "I saw the guys outside
this morning who got to feel your body," he began.  "I just
wondered..."

I blushed, then made myself smile at him.  I'd resolved to be as
friendly as possible...  "You want to do it some?  Okay, go ahead!"

He looked surprised, but reached for my chest and fingered my nipples.
"That feels good!" I said, as brightly and eagerly as I could.  I
giggled and put my hands behind my head, letting him stroke me for a
minute or two.  Other students moved past us, grinning and chuckling;
a couple of them patted my fanny.

"I guess we'd better get to class," he said reluctantly.  "Thanks,
Karen!"

"You're welcome," I called after him, then hurried to history class.
I was a couple of minutes late, so I stepped into the classroom
quietly, intending to go to my seat in the back corner.

"What the hell is this!"  Our regular teacher wasn't there.  The
substitute was a young man.  He stepped right over to the door and
grabbed me by the arm.

I blushed hard.  "I'm sorry I'm late," I started.

"That's not what I mean.  It's not all of what I mean, anyway."  He
glared at me.

"She's supposed to be naked," one of the boys contributed.

"What?  Why?  In school?" the teacher demanded.

"It wasn't *my* idea," I told him.  "Please let go of my arm."

He hesitated a minute, then let go.

The whole class was chiming in now, until he blared out a commanding,
"QUIET!"  The class stopped talking immediately, and he turned to me.
"Now please explain this, briefly but clearly."

"I was met at the door of the school by the principal on Monday," I
explained, "and ordered to take off my clothes.  I was informed I'd
have to attend school in the nude this whole week.  I was given a
brochure after I complied, explaining that it's part of a new state
law, and a local school policy.  There are several other girls who
have had to do the same thing; you will probably see them around
school today."

"I... see."  He looked at me and thought for a minute.  "I guess you
can take your seat, in that case.  I apologize if I embarrassed you."

"I'm sorry if I embarrassed *you*," I said back, sincerely, then went
to sit down.

Then it turned out, him being a substitute, he didn't have much to
teach for the day.  We wound up putting our chairs in a circle for
informal discussion.  That was supposed to be about history, but all
the guys in the class were clearly eying me, and the substitute was,
too.  After several attempts to divert everyone's attention back to
history, he shrugged and looked sheepish.

"It's clear that everyone has more questions about you than about
history, Karen.  Let me start."  He smiled.  "How does it feel to be
met at the door of the school and told you have to attend in the
nude?"

I blushed.  "It was quite a surprise," I explained.  "I had no idea
the school could have such a requirement."

"How about when you had to take off your clothes?"

"I had to do that in the principal's office," I told him.  "There were
several teachers standing around, and a crowd looking in the window.
They gave me just two minutes to strip bare!  Then they let me have my
shoes and socks back, and sent me to my classes."

"How have the other students been?" he asked me.

"They've been nice for the most part," I said, looking around at the
rest of the class.  "I guess it's very much a thrill for the guys."
Several of them chuckled and nodded in agreement, and I blushed a
little more.  "I think most of the girls are glad it's not them, and a
few find it distracting, annoying or even boring."  The girls all
giggled.

"I wonder how they'll handle it if they have to go through it
themselves," the substitute mused, smiling.

"I'd love to find out!" one of the boys contributed, and the rest of
the guys laughed.  So did some of the girls.

"Are there any things you've experienced that would be unexpected by
the rest of us?" the substitute asked me after the laughter died down.

"I'm not sure.  Well... when you sit down on a chair, it can be cold."

Some of the boys were raising their hands.  The sub called on one of
them.

"What was the hardest garment to take off?" he asked.

"My bra," I told him.  "I took off my shirt first, but it really hit
me, what I was doing, when I had to take off my bra."

"Is it still hard to undress at the school?" he asked.

I nodded.  "Not as hard as it was the first time, but it's still awfully
hard!"

"What private part of yourself do you like to show off the least and the
best?" another guy asked me.  "Your tits, your ass or your pussy?"

I blushed.  "I guess... my behind is the easiest.  The other two are
both extremely difficult to expose."

"Which is your best feature?" one of the girls asked, giggling.

"I think... guys seem to like looking at my chest the most," I said
uneasily.

Finally the class period was done.  I was relieved to not be answering
those personal questions any longer, but I had to go out into the hall
and face the entire school.  I blushed at first, then took a breath
and remembered to smile at the guys.  I had a brief, naughty thought
to jiggle at them, and tried to quickly put it out of my mind as being
too embarrassing.  Then I remembered the goal I'd set for myself for
the day.

I took a breath, then started jiggling my chest a little, looking into
the eyes of some of the guys and smiling.  I started moving my feet a
little and jiggling my fanny as well.  One guy started humming a fast
paced dancing song, and then several others joined in; I danced to
their music for a few minutes, smiling warmly and invitingly to the
guys who were grinning at me.

"I have to get to class!" I said after a few minutes, and waved, then
hurried down the hallway toward the gym.

Thr principal stopped me in the hallway.  "Miss Wagner?" he said.

"Yes, Mr. Harrison?"  I stopped and faced him, then smiled a little
and set my feet apart.  "I'm just heading to gym class, but I guess
there's no hurry; it doesn't take me long to get ready for it!"  I
giggled a little.

He chuckled.  "You seem to be getting more comfortable with your
situation," he noted.

"Oh.  Sure."  I looked down at myself and nodded.  "It's really kind
of fun in a way to attend school with no clothes," I admitted to him
brightly, trying to be as cheerful as possible.  "It's completely
different from anything I'd ever have done, or even thought of.  It's
been embarrassing, but it's also exciting!"

"Good!"  He looked me over slowly, and I posed in front of him.  "How
are the other students treating you?"

"Pretty nicely," I told him.  "I let some of them help me undress this
morning," I said.  "I occasionally get patted or grabbed at in the
hallway."

"You don't have to let anyone do that to you," he told me, looking a
little concerned.

I blushed a little.  "Oh... it's all right.  It adds some more
excitement to the day."

"Well, I just wanted to find out how you're doing."  He smiled at me.
"You can go on to your class now."

"I had one question..."  I blushed again.  "You mentioned a spanking
on Monday..."

"Oh, I was just teasing you, Miss Wagner," he said a little hastily.
"You haven't done anything to merit that."

"That's good."  I looked down, then timidly looked back up.
"Actually, I was thinking... a nice firm spanking on my bare buttocks
would be kind of... kind of nice," I admitted, blushing hard.

He chuckled.  "You'd better get to class."

I hurried into the boy's locker room.  No one else was in there, so I
ran out to the gym.

"There you are."  Mr. Roquette had just finished taking attendance.

"I'm sorry," I apologized.  "I was talking to the principal in the
hallway."

"All right, but please make an effort to be on time in the future."
He nodded, and I joined the rest of the class.

"Were you giving him a blow job?" a girl whispered, giggling.

"No!"  I blushed.

"Are you going to?" a guy asked.

"No!" I protested.

"Will you give me one?"  "How about me?"  "I'd like one!"  "Me, too!"
"Have you ever given anyone a blow job?"  "Did you like it?"

"If I can have your attention!" Mr. Roquette snapped, and I was
relieved that the barrage of questions stopped.

"It's rainy outside, so we're going to do some inside work today," he
said.  He split us into three groups, with 5 guys and 5 girls in each.

My group started out playing volleyball.  The entire group grinned at
me as I put my kneepads on.  "Now you're really dressed for giving
blow jobs!" Mike said.

I was normally a pretty good volleyball player, but found it's a
different game in the nude.  The guys were playing as much to get me
down on my knees as to win points.

Pretty soon, the guys on my team were playing along and had me sliding
all over the floor on my knees after volleyballs.

"You're using good form," Mr. Roquette told me after watching us play
for a minute or two.  "You get good stability from having your knees
wide apart, and you're angling yourself toward the net pretty well,
too.  Good job!"

"We're keeping a close eye on her form," one of the guys said,
grinning.

"And what have you learned?" Mr. Roquette asked.

"She has nice tits," the guy said promptly.

Mr. Roquette smiled briefly, then blew his whistle.  "Time to rotate,"
he called out.  My group played basketball next.  I got patted on the
fanny a couple of times in lieu of guarding me from dribbling.  I'm
not a good basketball player anyway, so didn't need much guarding.
Also, I was following Mr. Roquette's instructions and stretching my
arms as high as I could to block a guy from shooting.  He stopped
dribbling and just looked at me for a minute, then grinned.  "Great
chest, Blondie!" he said as he passed the ball.  I blushed, but
nevertheless had to do the same thing the next time he had the ball.

The 3rd inside activity was badminton.  We had just changed to the 3rd
activity when Mr. Roquette noticed it was close to the end of the
class period.  "Sorry, everyone, but we have to go hit the showers,"
he announced.

I went into the guy's locker room once again, left my shoes and socks,
and headed to the showers.

"Are you going to think about being felt up again today?" one of the
guys asked me, as a group of them entered the shower.

I blushed.

"Move your feet wide apart, Karen!" another guy suggested.

I did so nervously, and desperately tried to think about something
else, but my mind kept returning to that thought.  I blushed even
harder, imagining the guys fingering me between the legs while I posed
in front of them.

"Are you getting horny?" a boy asked.  "Tell the truth, now!"

I nodded nervously, and they all grinned and laughed.

"Put your hands up over your head," another guy said, and I did so.

"Anyone could see you're horny, the way you're blushing and your
nipples are erect."  He chuckled, and I looked down.  My nipples
were pushing right out.  I couldn't help it!

"What made you get so aroused?" another guy asked.

"I don't know," I said timidly.

"Yes, you do," he insisted.

"I, uh, I was..."  I took a deep breath.  "Someone suggested I think
about being felt by all you guys while taking a shower with you," I
admitted.  "I started thinking about that."

"Want us to help you shower?" a guy with a big, hard erection asked.

I blushed again, then took another deep breath.  "I'd love it if you
did!" I said daringly, and they didn't wait for any confirmation.
They surrounded me, applying soap, rubbing their hands over every part
of my body, and rubbing their stiff cocks against my buttocks.

Suddenly the water turned really cold.  I yelped, but the guys were
moaning.  Mr. Roquette was standing by the control for the water.
"Everyone under the water, right now," he called out commandingly.
"You guys need a little cooling off.  Not you, Karen."

I stepped back, but each of the boys was required to stand in the
cold shower for a couple of minutes.

"There, that should do it," he said.

I giggled; their cocks were harder than ever, and purple.  Mr.
Roquette shut off the water, but didn't dismiss the boys; they stood
shivering in the shower room.

"Now, what was going on?" he demanded.  "Don't you think it's
difficult enough for her to have to attend school naked, without being
molested in the locker room?"

"She was... doing it... willingly," one of the boys protested,
shivering.  "She said she was horny!"

"Is that true?" he asked me.

I blushed and nodded.

"How was I supposed to know that?"  He glared at me, then at the boys.
"Well, go get dressed.  You have to get to your next classes!"

"Can you turn the water on again so I can finish my shower?" I asked
Mr. Roquette.  I was still covered with soap.

He turned  the water on, then watched me finish my shower.  A couple
of the guys were still watching, too.  "Well, go get dressed!" he told
them.  You have to get to your next classes!"

I toweled off in the locker room, then put my shoes and socks back on
and without further incident, I went to my biology class.

There was a long table at one side of the classroom, with a variety of
plastic, rubber and leather objects on it.  Several students were
looking it over and nudging one another amusedly.  I didn't take a
closer look; I took off my shoes and socks and left them in the
corner, and sat uncomfortably on the stool in front of the class.

Miss Hooker came in as the bell rang, and carefully closed the door.
She turned and faced the class, seeming a little nervous.  "I promised
you all an interesting class today," she began.

"Is it that you're not wearing a bra, Miss Hooker?" a boy called out,
and the class tittered.

"Nice observation," she retorted, blushing a little but smiling.  "No,
today and tomorrow we'll be talking about further practical aspects of
sex, continuing our discussion from the rest of this week.  You all
may have noticed the paraphernalia on the display table.  It's a
collection I've brought in to familiarize you with some of the
variations people enjoy in their sexual behavior."  She stepped over
to the table.  "We have handcuffs, whips, dildos, butt plugs, nipple
clamps, cock rings, collars, harnesses, and condoms."  She held up
each item as she mentioned it.

She stepped to the middle of the room and blushed.  "Now comes the
interesting part," she said.  She started taking her shirt off, and
continued until she was as bare as I was!  "I'll be teaching this
class in the nude," she explained awkwardly.

The boys all stood and cheered.  Miss Hooker stood facing them for a
couple of minutes.

"All right, that will do," she said.  "Let's move on."  The guys sat
down, and she stepped over to the table.

"Obviously most of the objects on this table are meant to be used by
men, and placed on women," she said.  "Some of them can be used by
or on either gender, but most commonly in American sexual relations,
men do the dominating and women are sexually submissive.  There's
always a lot of variation, so you should keep that in mind as well.

"Today we're going to demonstrate these devices for you.  Tomorrow
we'll do some practical exercises.  Karen, come over here, please."

I gulped and blushed.  "Y-yes, Miss Wagner," I said meekly.

She smiled at me.  "Face the class."  She also faced the class.  "Many
of our devices are meant for restraint, placing the user of the device
in control of the situation.  This is often a thrill for both the guy
and the girl."  The class tittered.

She picked up a collar.  "This is a basic collar," she said.  "It's
not too useful by itself, except for a somewhat demeaning appearance."
She slipped it around my neck and adjusted it so it was firmly against
my throat.  "However, note it has a couple of rings on it, to which
things can be attached.  Also, it is nearly impossible for the wearer
to remove it himself or herself.  Go ahead and try, please, Karen."

I did, and she was right.

"Try hard," she urged me, smiling.  "You could be wearing it until
the end of the day."

I blushed hard and continued to try to get it off, but was not able to
do so.

"That's all right.  We won't really leave it on you after class," she
told me.  "As a matter of fact, we'll take it off now."  She did.
"There are other collars as well," she said.  "The choke chain, which
leaves visible marks if tightened too much."  She held one up but
didn't put it on me.  "The spiked collar."  She didn't put that on me,
either.  "Also, there are harnesses, which are more extensive than
just a collar."  She showed the class a few of them.

"Then there's the lace-up collar."  It was a leather collar with
leather laces to hold it together, and rings set in it like the
first collar she'd put on me.  She slipped it over my head.  "It
can be left loose," she demonstrated, sliding her fingers under it,
"or tightened if desired."  She tugged on the laces, and tightened it
around my throat.  "It can be tightened to be snug, or even tighter if
you like."  She tugged it tighter, making it a little difficult to
breathe.  I couldn't swallow, either.  "This one is totally impossible
for the wearer to remove," she said calmly.

I was gasping, and felt panicky.  "Please..." I begged.

"You'll be all right for a minute," Miss Hooker told me.  "She'd
do about anything at this point, though," she pointed out to the
class.  "After all, one can always tighten it even more."

I shook my head anxiously.

"You'll want to be really cooperative, then," she told me, smiling.
"Right?"

I nodded hastily.

"If she wasn't, it's always possible to change her mind by tightening
the collar a little.  Guys, if your girlfriend doesn't want your cock
in her mouth, or doesn't want to swallow, well... she will!"  She
grinned.  "Girls, it's a thrill to both the guy and the girl, too, to
turn over control to him."

She loosened the collar a little, and I took several deep breaths.
She continued talking.

"There are several accessories for collars," she told the class.  "Let's
take a look at some of those."  She picked up a leash.  "This is
simply a leash.  You attach it to the collar, and use it the same as
you would for a dog."  She attached it to my collar, and then led me
around the front of the room.  "Nothing amazing there, huh?"  She
unhooked it and picked up a pair of handcuffs.  "You can always
handcuff someone's hands in front or behind them," she told the class.
"But in conjunction with a collar, you can keep someone's hands within
a few inches of their neck.  Hold out your hands, Karen."  I
reluctantly did so, and she put my hands in the handcuffs, then hooked
them to my collar.  "This gives full access to the person's entire
body, and can be useful for applying punishment, for making sure you
can touch the person as you want to, or just confining the person.
It's hard to open doors like that, for example."  She smiled and
unlocked the handcuffs.

"There are other such accessories.  We're not going to demonstrate all
of them."  She held up some things.  "This is a leg iron; you can use
it along with a collar to force the wearer to not stand straight up.
It clamps around the wearer's legs, then can be attached with this
chain to the collar.  This, handcuffs and a collar can be used all
together or in any combination."

A boy raised his hand.  "Couldn't you use multiples of any of those,
as well, to connect two people together?"

"Very good," she nodded.  "Yes, you could."  She smiled.  "There are
other things as well, of course.  I'll go over them briefly.  There
are hooks and rings, used to attach the wearer of a collar or
handcuffs to a wall or other object, straps which can be used instead
of a collar or handcuffs to restrain someone in place, or in a
particular position."  She held up several different examples of these
items.

"Here's a different kind of accessory for a collar," she went on.  "The
ones I've shown you so far have been just restraints, but other items
are possible.  Karen, put your hands behind your back, please."

I did, and she placed handcuffs on my wrists.  "Those will just help
our demonstration a little," she explained to me.  "Some types of
restraints are a punishment themselves.  For example..."  She picked
up a pair of alligator clips on a wire.  She ran one end through a
loop on my collar, then put a clip on one of my nipples.

"Ow!" I cried out in protest.

She smiled at me.  The class chuckled.  "Stay still, please," she
said, and tugged on the wire, putting the other clip on my other
nipple.

Both of my breasts were held up by the nipples.  It *really* hurt.
"Take it off!" I pleaded desperately.

She smiled at me, then looked at the class.  "There's nothing at all
she can do to get those clips off, except convince someone to help
her."  She removed them, and I gasped; it hurt again when she opened
the clips.  "Of course, you don't really need a collar to use that;
you can run a light chain behind the neck and have clips attached to
that.  There's a lot of flexibility in how you use sex toys."  She
removed my handcuffs while she talked, then also removed the collar.

"Bondage is a part of the Discipline variant of sex," she continued.
"Another component of Discipline is Sadism and Masochism, also known
as S&M.  Generally speaking, Discipline is taking and enforcing
control of another person for the purpose of sex.  Bondage is limiting
their movement.  S&M is inflicting pain and accepting the inflicting
of pain for sexual purposes."

She smiled.  "The collar Karen was wearing is an example of both a
bondage and an S&M device, since it can be used for either purpose or
both.  The classic example of just an S&M device is the whip."  She
held up several examples of whips, from a small one to a big bullwhip.
"Obviously, some will cause more pain and harm than others."

"Are you going to demonstrate the whip on Karen?" a boy asked.

I shivered and blushed hard, but she shook her head.

"We have several other S&M devices to explain yet today," she told
the class.  "Some cause moderate pain, like the nipple clamps we
showed you earlier."  It hadn't felt like moderate pain to *me*, I
thought.  "That should really count as an S&M device," she went on.
"Also, there are butt plugs, which are meant to be inserted anally."
She held up a few rubber plugs.  "They're basically a type of dildo,"
she told us.  "They're used to prepare someone for anal sex.  After
using one of these, anal sex is considerably less unpleasant at least
by comparison," she said, wrinkling her nose.

"There are straps and such for locking most of these into place.  They
can thus be used as punishment devices," she told the class, and held
up a belt-sized strap.

"Show us!" one of the boys called out, grinning.

She blushed.  "All... right."  She looked at me, then sighed.  "We'll
demonstrate this one on me," she told me, a little reluctantly, I
thought.

She picked up a tube of K-Y jelly.

"Isn't that cheating?" the boy asked.

"No!" she said sharply, then blushed harder as he laughed.  She
covered the end of one of the butt plugs with the K-Y jelly.  "It has
to go all the way in," she told me.  "Hold it up so it goes in when
I... sit on it."

I set it against a chair so it pointed up, and she positioned herself
above it, then slowly lowered herself until her buttocks touched it.
"Hold it steady," she said so only I could hear, and I clutched it
tightly.  She pulled her buttocks apart, then slowly lowered herself
onto it.  "Ohhhh... OHHHH..." she groaned.  She stood up, her face
purple from the pain, and wet from tears.  The butt plug lifted up
with her, and she started reaching back to pull it out.

"Don't do it!" I told her quietly but urgently.

She looked at me, then forced a slight smile.  "Thanks!" she
whispered, then took a shaky breath, and lowered herself to push the
plug the rest of the way in.  "God, that hurts!" she gasped out,
unable to stand up straight.

The boy came to the front of the room, and picked up one of the straps
Miss Hooker had demonstrated earlier.  "Is this one of the devices
used to lock the butt plug in place?" he asked her.

She nodded.

He quickly wrapped it around her, connected it to the butt plug, and
locked it into place.  "Ah, and here's the key," he said, smiling.
The guys in the class chuckled.  Most of the girls looked sympathetic,
but a few were smiling.

"Please take it off!" Miss Hooker requested, gulping.

He looked at her.  "If I do," he bargained, smirking, "then for the
rest of the semester you will have to teach this class in the nude."

"Once per week," she offered anxiously.

"That sounds reasonable," he said.  "If you ever forget, you'll have
to put the butt plug in on the next Monday and leave it in all hour,
and teach this class in the nude for the entire following week."

She nodded pitifully.  "Take it out now!" she pleaded.

"I think you should also stand by the door and let all the guys have a
quick feel," he added.

"Okay, okay!" she agreed desperately.

He chuckled and took his time unfastening the strap, then yanked the
butt plug out of her behind.  She yelled in pain as he did so, and
then rubbed her behind.

She didn't do any more teaching.  For the last few minutes of class,
the guys eagerly lined up, and she stood by the door getting felt up
as they filed out of the class.  I slipped out the door just as the
bell rang, and went to the lunch room.  Jeff and Rick cut into line
behind me.  A couple of girls let them.

"Are you all right?" Rick asked me.

"Me?"  I smiled at him.  "Sure.  I was just... glad I didn't have to
do what Miss Hooker did in class," I admitted a little sheepishly.
"I'm sure that hurt quite a lot!"

"Would that bother you more, or the embarrassment?" Jeff asked me as
we got our lunches and took a seat.

"Embarrassment is just a basic fact of life at this point," I said,
looking down at myself and blushing a little.  "If I could go through
something like that, and then be all done with having to be naked, I'd
probably do it."

"Did you like having that collar and the handcuffs on?" Rick asked.

"Better that than that butt plug," I said, blushing again.

We all ate pretty quickly, then went out of the lunch room and had a
seat on a bench in the atrium.

"You're getting a lot more easy about being naked," Rick pointed out,
grinning.  "You didn't even put your shoes on after biology class."

"I guess I just wasn't thinking about shoes," I said after a minute.
I was startled, I hadn't even realized it until he said that!  I
recovered a little, though.  "I've been trying hard to be more relaxed
about it," I told them.  "After you guys dropped me off last night, I
left my clothes outside and promised myself I wouldn't wear anything
until this morning.  My little brother had some of his friends
over..."

They both grinned broadly.

"This morning, one of them came back and watched me take a shower," I
continued.  "Also this morning, I let a few guys undress me outside,
and I've let some guys... feel me up...  when they asked me nicely."
I blushed.  "You guys could... uh..."

Just then the intercom came on.  It really blared in the atrium.
"Karen Wagner, please report to the principal's office."

"Oh!"  I stood up.  "Well, maybe later, then."  I smiled at the guys,
then went right to the principal's office.

He was sitting at his desk.  He didn't offer me a chair, so I stood in
front of him.

"You made a certain proposition to me in the hallway," he said,
looking at me coolly.

"Well... yes," I admitted, smiling as cheerfully as I could, but
feeling anxious.  Was he really going to spank me?  I hadn't expected
him to!  I was just teasing.

"It was impertinent of you to make such a proposition," he told me
sternly.  "You will make no further mention of it to me or to anyone.
Is that understood?  If you do..."  He smiled.  "...you will be
firmly punished, perhaps by continued prohibition from being dressed."

I gulped.  "I... understand."  I certainly wasn't going to say
anything about it!

He nodded.  "In order to emphasize the point, however, we'll apply a
little traditional discipline."  He reached into a drawer, and pulled
out a paddle!  He smiled at me.  I blushed hard.  "Step out into the
hallway, please, Miss Wagner."

I started to protest, but bit my lip instead, and went into the
hallway.  I didn't want to spend another week attending school in the
nude!

A number of students were in the hallway; they gathered around.

"Lay face down on this bench, please, Miss Wagner," Mr. Harrison said
commandingly.

I did as he told me.

"Come here and help out," Mr. Harrison said. "Hold her hands and keep
her stretched out, please."  A boy chuckled and grabbed my wrists.

Then Mr. Harrison moved into position, and very firmly spanked me with
the paddle.  It hurt!

"I'm sorry, Mr. Harrison!  I won't be impertinent again!" I apologized
meekly.  "Now let me go, please," I said to the boy.

But he didn't let go.  Whack!  I jumped and moaned, he'd paddled me
a second time!

"Please, Mr. Harrison!  I'm really sorry!  It won't happen again!" I
pleaded.

Whack!  He applied the paddle again to my bare bottom, and I wailed.
"Please, please don't hit me again!" I begged.  But I was feeling
something strange in addition to the stinging pain.

Whack!  He wasn't listening.  I cried out; it hurt!  But there was no
way to deny it; I also felt... warm.

Whack!  He struck me a 5th time, and I sobbed, waiting for more.
*Hoping* for more!  I was aroused.

"You can let her up now," Mr. Harrison said.

I looked up, then slowly stood up from the bench, rubbing my sore
buttocks with my hands.  "Thank you," I said timidly.

"You can go now," he told me, and I hurried away, sniffling and with a
sore behind, but buzzing like I was on the verge of an orgasm.

I headed toward the gym, hoping no one else would be in there so I
could duck into the locker room to take a shower, and also thinking I'd
relieve myself sexually by masturbating.  I was hurrying; I only had a
few minutes before English class.

"Hey!  Karen!"  It was Mike.

"Uh... hi, Mike," I said, trying to be pleasant but not wanting to be
delayed.

"Are you all right?" he asked, concernedly.

"I'm fine... just... in a hurry," I said.

"I'll walk along with you," he said.  "I heard your name called over
the intercom.  Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I nodded.  "The principal... gave me a paddling for being
impertinent to him," I explained, blushing.

"Wow, what did you do?"

"Um... never mind!"  I blushed harder.

"All right, if you want," he shrugged.

We got to the men's locker room, and I stopped.  "I'm... um... going
in here," I explained uncomfortably.  "I want to take a shower."

"All right."  He opened the door and held it open for me.  "I'll
watch.  It's fun to watch you taking a shower."  He grinned.

There was nothing I could do; I had to let him watch!  I swallowed
nervously, but went in and hung a towel up by the shower room.  At
least there was no one else in the locker room besides Mike and
myself.

"Can I join you?" he asked me.

I nodded, and he cheerfully stripped, then followed me into the
shower.  I turned on the water, then turned around.  He stood a few
inches from me, smiling and erect, but just looked at me.

"We haven't got much time," I said boldly, but feeling nervous.  "I'm
either going to... do it myself or... or you can help.  But do it
quickly, please!"

He grinned and moved closer, sliding his hands between my legs.  "Keep
your hands above your shoulders," he directed me, and I obeyed,
smiling.

He vigorously slid his fingers against my clitoris, and I panted hard,
trying to be as quiet as possible.  I came almost immediately,
clenching my jaw tightly to keep from screaming out in glee.

I fell forward against him.  "Thank you!" I whispered gratefully.

"Would you like me to wash you now?" he asked after holding me for
a moment.

I nodded, giggling quietly, and he lathered me all over with soap,
teasing me with his fingers.  I let him touch me however he wanted for
a few minutes.  I was still feeling intensely excited.

"We'd better finish," he said, and I nodded; I rinsed off, and he
hurried back to the locker room to get dressed.  We slipped out of the
locker room just as we heard the latest gym class noisily getting into
the shower room.

"I'll see you later on," I said, and headed for my English class.

"Karen!  I have your shoes!" Jeff called out.

"Oh!  Thanks!"  I smiled.  "I forgot all about them!"

"You look like you just took a shower," he observed.

"I did," I told him.  I sat down on the floor to put on my shoes and
socks, then he helped me up.

"I wanted to ask you something else," he told me.  "Did you... offer
Rick and I to feel you up?'

I blushed a little, but looked him in the eye.  "You've both been so
nice to me," I told him.  "If you want a feel... yes, you can do that
with me any time you want."

"Really?"  He grinned.

I nodded, then put my hands behind my head and moved my legs apart.  I
smiled at him encouragingly, and he didn't hesitate.  He patted my
face, then put both hands on my breasts and gently but firmly squeezed
them.  He stroked my chest for a few minutes.  "Does that feel good to
you?" he asked me.

"No one has asked me that," I told him.

"They all just want to get their feel," he smiled.  "They don't want
you to tell them they have to stop."

I nodded.  "To answer your question... it feels... nice," I told him,
blushing.  "It makes me horny!  I've been horny all week anyway," I
admitted carelessly.

He grinned.  "I think everyone knows that, Karen.  Don't feel bad
about it.  There's not much you can do, and not much you can do to
conceal it from anyone."

I swallowed.  People were wandering by, casually looking, and smiling.

"Is there anything you'd like me to do, specifically?" he asked.

I shook my head.  "We only have a few minutes before 5th hour class,
though," I pointed out.

He slid a hand between my legs and probed his middle finger inside my
vagina.  I was startled and gasped, then clenched my jaw.  He smiled.
"Oops, sorry."

"It's all right," I said tensely, keeping my feet apart.

He slid his finger in and out a few times, then pulled it out.  I
shivered, and he chuckled.  "Had enough for now?" he asked.

I nodded hastily, and he patted me on the buttocks.  "Thanks, Karen,"
he said.

"Thanks to you!" I smiled back.

He walked with me to my next class, then hurried off to his own class.
I went into the English classroom and sat down just before the bell
rang.

There were still some of the poems left over from the previous day,
and I was called to the front of the room several times to read the
ones that were written about me.  The last one pretty lurid:

   I have a saucy naked little ass
   It's ready for a nice hot cock
   Ram it up me hard and make it last
   I think your cum would make me rock

   Pinch my nipples tightly like a vise
   The pain will put me under your control
   Force me firmly, that is my advice
   I need a sex master to make me whole

   My cunt and mouth are yours however you would want
   My body yours to do whatever you please
   Whip me, tease me, tie me, use me, make me pant
   I'm yours for gentle sex or any sort of sleaze

The class applauded when I read that one, and I had to stand in front
of them until they finished clapping.

Finally I escaped English class, and hurried to government, my last
class of the day.

Mr. Hansen was still pretty uncomfortable about having a naked girl in
class, and so I had my easiest class of the day.

After the last bell, I hurried out into the hallway and eagerly headed
to the front door to get dressed.  I hurriedly got my clothes on.
What a relief it was to be dressed!  I walked home, thinking I'd
pretty well done what I set out to do for the day.  I was looking
forward to the next day, and to getting finished with the unusual and
humiliating week of school in the nude.

THURSDAY EVENING

When I got to my house, I looked around, then decided I wasn't quite
ready to take my clothes off again.  I went inside and up to my room
to relax for a little while.

I realized something seemed wrong, but couldn't put my finger on it.
I went down to the kitchen for a snack, then figured out my problem as
I was heading back up the stairs.  I was feeling guilty -- about being
dressed!

I giggled a little and went to my room to eat my snack, and thought
about what I should do.  I had to do something... I thought about it
for a little while, and had an idea.

I took my glass and plate downstairs, then went outside for a walk for
a couple of blocks.  I stopped at a corner, then crossed the street
and ran up to a house, dropping my house key in the mailbox, then
turned and ran all the way home.  I went inside, and saw no one was
home.  I went upstairs and took off my clothes, then put my shoes and
socks back on.

I went downstairs, then took a few breaths, blushing nervously -- and
went outside.  I hastily locked and closed the front door.  I couldn't
get back inside until I got my key!  I was locked outside, and I was
bare naked!

I turned and started down the steps, then looked up, gulping -- a car
was coming down the street toward me!  I jumped behind a bush and hid
until it went past, then giggled.  I shouldn't be bashful after 4 days
of attending school in the nude!  But it was... different... being
outside like that, and not in the school.

I ran as fast as I could down the sidewalk to where I'd left my house
key.  I got a block from my house without any cars passing by, and
began to think I could get away without anyone seeing me.  I slowed a
little to run across the first intersection, then dashed across and
started going the next block.

My luck didn't last.  A car passed me heading in the same direction.
It slowed and honked, and I blushed hard, but waved.

The car continued on, and I swallowed, then sighed.  Then I realized I
was *still* being bashful.

I got to the second cross-street and stopped and looked carefully,
then hurried across to the house where I'd left my key.  The key was
still in the mailbox, and I felt immense relief.  I took it, slid it
in my shoe so I wouldn't lose it, and ran back across the street.

I slowed to a walk, and promised myself I'd walk the rest of the way,
not run.  I decided if I started running again, or failed to smile, or
hid behind anything, I'd have to walk around the block before going home.

I saw another car coming down the street, and felt anxious, but I
nervously, boldly, made myself face directly toward the car, smiling
and waving as it approached.

The driver was a middle aged woman, who didn't honk, but she had a
couple of yougner teenagers riding with her.  One rolled down his
window and wolf-whistled, and I realized he was probably my brother's
age.  I blushed, but kept smiling.

As they passed, a van came up behind me.  I didn't know it was there
until it honked.  I stopped and spun around and waved, then blushed
even harder; the driver was a mid-20s guy with a camera pointing right
at me!  He took a couple of quick pictures while I was waving and
smiling, then a couple more as I hastily turned the other way.  He
drove away laughing.

I continued walking for a few steps, then started thinking over what
had just happened.  I'd been shy again, and passed up a perfect
opportunity to be bolder.  I'd posed for hundreds of pictures for
Harold, I reminded myself.  Why was it such a big deal if someone else
took a few, too?

I thought about it.  I decided I didn't have to walk all the way
around the block, but if the driver came back, I had to pose for him.
I also sat down and took off my shoes and socks, and walked fully
naked.

I was relieved when I got to my house.  No one else had come past me
at all.  I got my key from inside my sock and opened the door and went
in.  I giggled a little; nothing bad had happened at all!

"Anybody home?" I called out, but no one answered.  I left my shoes by
the door, but took my socks upstairs and left them with the rest of my
clothes, then went back downstairs, determined to stay naked until
after dinner.

I found a note on the kitchen table; my mother had dropped in and had
to run an errand; she asked me to start dinner for the family.  She
had left a chicken thawing in the microwave; I got it out and put it
in a roaster pan along with potatoes and carrots and onions.  I
giggled; I'd never made dinner in the nude before!  It was kind of
fun.

I was setting the table when my dad got home.

"Hi, Sweethert," he said, smiling when he saw me.

"Hi, Daddy."  I gave him a hug and a quick kiss.

"First time I've been hugged by a naked teenaged girl since your
mother," he remarked.

"I thought you didn't get married until after college?" I asked him.

"Hmm, er, well, yes," he said, blushing a little.  "Um, maybe she was
older."

I grinned and made a mental note to ask my mother about it.
 

"How was your day at school?" he asked me.

"Um... okay," I said.  "I let some boys take my clothes off me in the
morning," I admitted to him.

"Did you like that?" he asked, and grinned as I shrugged.

"It was okay," I told him.  "I also got groped by a lot of guys today.
I was trying to be a lot more open to it."  I blushed.

"Good!" he said encouragingly.

"I got spanked by the principal, too," I explained.

"What did you do to deserve that?" he asked me, frowning.

"Um... he told me not to discuss the details," I said, blushing again.
"But I got punished for being impertinent."

"Were you impertinent?" he asked.

"I... guess so," I nodded slowly.

"You know your mother and I stand behind the authority of the school,"
he said, looking at me.  "We decided long ago that we should match
whatever punishment you receive while at school, doubled.  How many
swats did the principal give you?"

"Five... with a wooden paddle, on my bare behind" I admitted nervously.
"But..."

"Don't you think that is merited?" he asked.  "It's a little hard for
me to know if you don't tell me why he did it.  If he punished you
unfairly, of course, I will back you up, Karen."

I couldn't tell him that it wasn't really a punishment.  I took a deep
breath, blushing hard.  "No... it wasn't unfair," I said.  "Do you
want to do it... now?"

"We could come up with an alternative if you prefer," he suggested.

I nodded eagerly.  "Okay!" I said.  "I'll do that!"  Anything else
sounded better to me right then.

"Fine."  He nodded back and smiled cheerfully.  "I'll park my car out
in the front yard.  If you do a *really* good job washing it, we'll
let the spanking slide."

"Um... I... resolved... not to wear anything until after dinner," I
explained uncomfortably.

"Good idea, that will keep your clothes from getting wet."  He winked.

I stared for a moment.  He really *did* mean for me to go outside
and wash his car, bare naked, in front of the whole neighborhood!

And I had agreed to do it.

I nodded resignedly and went to get a bucket of warm soapy water.  I
took it outside, then ran a hose around to the front yard.  Daddy
parked his car close to the street, and I went out to start working
on it.

I started out by running water from the hose over the car, and rinsing
away as much dirt as I could.  I looked around uncomfortably.  I was
going to be out there for a while; when Daddy said a *good* job, he
meant a *really* good job.  I reminded myself to be cheerful and not
to conceal myself from anyone who saw me.  Not that it would matter
much; there wasn't much to hide behind anyway.  I walked around the
car so I was between it and the road, and continued spraying the car.

I was *very* exposed there.  Also, it was a busy time of the day for
traffic.  Cars kept going by.  Many of them tooted at me as they
passed, and I tried to smile and wave boldly at each of them.  By the
time I finished spraying, and started scrubbing the car, a dozen or so
guys had brought lawn chairs, or had come back and were standing
around watching me wash the car.  A couple of them had cameras or
video recorders.

"Can you spray water over your front?" one guy asked me.

"Sure!"  I took the hose and sprayed myself.  The water was cold, and
I shivered, but drenched myself, then posed open-legged in front of
them for a few minutes before returning to washing the car.

"Bend over more!" a man hollered, and I did so, leaning over with my
legs straight, washing the bottom of the car.

"How was that?" I asked, blushing but smiling.

"Wonderful!  This is fun!" he grinned.

"Thanks!"  I turned back around and kept scrubbing the bottom of the
car the same way until I'd done the whole side.

"Can you do it a different way?" a boy asked me.

"Hi, Karen," my mom called out.  Jimmy was standing next to her and
laughing.

"Hi, Mom," I waved.  "I started dinner, but then Daddy sent me out
here to wash his car."

"I... see," she observed, a little uncomfortably.  "I guess I'll go
check on dinner."  Jimmy ran inside ahead of her.  She walked toward
the house.

"Can you do the front of the car while kneeling and bending backward?"
the boy asked me hopefully.

"Uh... I can try."  I faced away from the car and knelt on the grass,
then bent backward and scrubbed the underside in front.  "How's that?"
I called out.

"Super!" he said enthusiastically.

It was very difficult, but I finished doing the front underside that
way, then rolled over and stood up.  The wet grass was sticking to my
front.

"Time to spray yourself some more," a man with a videocamera told me.

"Would anyone like to spray me?" I offered.

A 20-ish man grinned and took the hose.  I put my hands behind my head
and boldly posed in front of him, letting him spray me all over.  The
water was getting colder.  My teeth were chattering, but I stayed in
position for a couple of minutes.

"That looks great!"  "Look at her nipple erection!"  "Love those
goosebumps."  "I can warm her up."  I heard a lot of comments from the
growing crowd of guys.

"That's enough for now!" I protested, dancing away from the cold spray.
"But... if you want... you guys can... use the hose... on me a
little... as I keep... washing the car."  I was pretty chilly.  Also,
I wanted to finish the job and get away from the crowd!

I moved to the side of the car away from the road, and the crowd
shifted over to continue watching me.  I scrubbed the bottom edge of
the car thoroughly, taking a short break when my arms got too tired.
Whenever I'd stop, I'd turn and face the crowd on my knees, and each
time someone picked up the hose and sprayed me again.

I went to the back of the car, and washed the underside of it as I'd
done the front; kneeling and leaning over backward.

After I finished that, I started washing the rest of the car, slowly
and methodically moving around it and trying to get every bit of it as
clean as possible.  The guys kept spraying me occasionally as I worked
my way around, keeping me shivering and covered with goosebumps.

"I'll be back in a minute," I told them, and raced to the house.  I
turned off the water, then brought out a few towels.  First I dried
myself, declining the offers from many of the guys to help towel me
off, then, feeling much warmer, I carefully, thoroughly dried off the
car.

"Karen!  Dinner is in 5 minutes," Jimmy called out from the front
door.

"That's it for now, guys," I told the crowd, smiling.  "I'll be back
after I eat to wax it, though."

"Naked?" a younger guy asked me.

"Naked," I confirmed, blushing.

"Did you have a nice time?" Daddy asked me, grinning.

"Uh... sure," I said, but blushed as I did so.

Dinner came out really good.

"You should cook in the nude all the time," Jimmy told me.

"Thanks."  I smiled at him.  "I'm not sure if I want to do that, but
it's nice of you to say!"

When we finished eating, I left the dishes to Jimmy, and went back
outside to wax Daddy's car.  I felt apprehensive; I was still
completely bare.  There were only a few guys hanging around and
waiting, though.

"Hi, guys," I said, smiling at them.  I got right to work and waxed
and buffed the car in about a half hour.  Finally... I was done!  I
waved goodbye to the guys who were still there, then hurriedly went
inside the house.

"Let's go take a look at it," Daddy said.

"All right," I nodded, and went out with him to inspect it.  He looked
it over carefully while I stood anxiously watching, but finally he
decided it was all right.  I dashed back inside.

I headed for the bathroom and took a shower.  I decided I'd been naked
long enough, and went up to my room and got dressed.  It felt kind of
odd to have clothes on, and I laughed at myself and went downstairs.

Mike called at 7:30, and asked if I'd like to join him at the ice
cream shop.

"Sure," I agreed.

"Come as you are, okay?" he said, chuckling.

"Okay, but only because you didn't call a half hour ago," I giggled.
"I was in the shower."

"Darn," he groaned.  "I knew I should have dropped by on my way home
from football practice."

"I'll meet you at the ice cream parlor," I said, and hung up.

He was there before me, sitting at a picnic table.

"How have you been doing?" he asked me pleasantly when I sat down.

"Oh, I'm fine," I shrugged.

"Looking forward to the end of the day tomorrow?"

I nodded.  "I sure am!"  I blushed a little.  "But I've been doing...
things... outside of school," I admitted.  I told him about walking
around the park the previous evening, and about my dare with the house
keys after school earlier that day.  I also told him about washing the
car in the nude.

He grinned.  "Not bad at all for a shy girl!" he said, looking
impressed.  "Let's go get some ice cream, okay?"

I nodded, and we went to the counter.  We had to wait in line; it was
a busy night.  While we waited, Mike pointed to a new sign.

        Girls!  Half price if you're half dressed!
           50% off ice cream for topless ladies!

       For every 3 topless girls served, a waitress
        will have to take off one item of clothing!
 
He winked at me, and I blushed.  I saw that one of the girls working
at the counter was not wearing a shirt or pants, and looked pretty
nervous.

"Isn't she a cheerleader?" Mike asked me.

I nodded.  "Jennifer.  She was laughing pretty hard on Monday when I
had to take off my clothes in school," I remembered out loud.

"What are you waiting for?" he asked cheerfully.

I looked around.  I thought at first that none of the other girls were
participating, but then I saw two younger girls, 13 or 14 year olds,
look at each other and giggle, and pull off their shirts and bras.

I blushed but shrugged and pulled my sweatshirt over my head, and took
off my bra, too.  I saw Jennifer hanging her bra on a hook on the side
of the ice cream counter; she was down to just her underpants and
blushing furiously.

The two girls in front of us got ice cream cones and went to sit down,
then it was our turn.

"Hi Jennifer," I said, smiling.

"Hi, Karen," she said.  "What can I get for you?"

"I'd like a pecan sundae," I said.

"That sounds good to me, too," Mike nodded.

"All right," she nodded.  "Also... you can take an item of clothing
from one of us," she said, obviously very uncomfortable about it.

"Why don't we make that you?" Mike chuckled.

She blushed harder, but nodded and took off her underpants and was
fully naked.  She went to make our sundaes, then came back with them.

"Are you going to have to stay naked for the rest of your shift?" Mike
asked her.

She nodded, humiliated.  "Until 11:00 tonight," she said unhappily.

"Have a nice time!" I said, smiling brightly.  Then I whispered,
"You've got a nice body."  I stepped away as she gave me a dirty look.

I had to sit and eat my ice cream while topless.  It was embarrassing,
but it was worth it.  Jennifer was a lot more embarrassed than me.

"Ready to go?" Mike asked me.

I nodded and stood up, then giggled and put my bra and sweatshirt
back on.  I walked by the counter and grinned at Jennifer.  "Have an
exciting night," I told her.  "Flaunt that body!"

"I'll see you in school tomorrow," she retorted, blushing.

Mike and I walked down some side streets, and I noticed we were
walking by the side-street where I'd left my clothes the night before,
when Jeff and Rick had come across me.  I explained about my dare for
myself, and admitted that I hadn't completed it, blushing.

"Obviously, you ought to do it now," he suggested.

I blushed and fidgeted.

"Show me where you left your clothes last night," he said, and we
walked down the street.  I pointed out the house.  The pickup truck
wasn't there, though.

"You can just leave them behind a bush," he suggested, grinning.
"That one, maybe," he indicated, nodding toward the house.

I looked around uneasily.

"Are you going to do it?" he asked.

"All... right," I nodded jitteringly.  "I'll... be right back."  I
started over toward a tree.

"Karen... you're going to run around naked anyway," he pointed out,
laughing.

"Oh.  That's true," I said after I thought about it for a moment.  I
giggled a little and stepped out into the middle of the street.  I
looked around, then smiled at him and took off all my clothes.  I ran
over to the house and stuffed them under the bushes.

"I have to go 6 blocks from here before I can turn around," I told
Mike.

"How did you decide that?" he asked interestedly.

"The address of the house on the corner is "609"," I explained.  "I
added the digits together until I got a single digit number."

"But then you didn't finish.  Shouldn't there be a penalty for that?"
he smirked.

"Um... all right... 6 times 9 is 54.  5 plus 4 is 9.  How about if I
go 9 blocks from here before I can turn around?" I offered hesitantly.

He grinned.  "Okay!  No turning back tonight, though, right?"

I nodded, and we walked to the end of the street.  We turned onto the
sidewalk and continued along.  I walked in the grass, which was a lot
more comfortable on my bare feet.

"How does it feel to you now to be walking along a public street in
the nude?" he asked me.  "Is it more exciting, frightening, humiliating,
or what?"

"It's pretty embarrassing," I told him.  "Anyone at all might come by
and see me out here like this!  It's exciting, too, though," I
admitted, then giggled.  "You ought to try it!"

"I would be arrested if a police officer saw me," he pointed out.
"You will not be."

That was true.

"I might try it sometime anyway," he said, winking.

A car came down the street.  I blushed, wanting to dodge behind a
tree, but I couldn't do that with Mike right there watching me.
Instead I boldly stepped out toward the street and waved as it went
by.

"You do that so well!" Mike remarked, grinning.  "Is it fun for you?"

"Um... not exactly, no," I said, shivering.

"Then why did you do it?"

"I promised myself I wouldn't be bashful," I explained uncomfortably.
"I've been going around school in the nude for four days now, and I'm
going to have to do it again tomorrow, too.  I'm trying to get used to
it so it'll be easier when I'm in school."

"Is it working?"

"A little, I guess.  It's pretty hard to keep standing right out in
the open and letting people see me all bare naked," I confided.

He chuckled.  "You look *great* doing it!" he told me
enthusiastically.

We got to the corner.  "I'll let you pick what direction we go, if you
want," I told him.  "I know people are going to see me, but... please...
let's not go anywhere that's really crowded!"

"You don't want to go downtown or anything, huh?"  He smiled.  "All
right."

We continued down the street in the same direction for another block.
The next corner was a busier one; there were three cars waiting at the
stop signs.  I nervously stepped right out to the corner and waved and
smiled at them all.

"Let's go this way," Mike suggested, and we turned and crossed the
street going left.  Then we crossed again going right, as a couple of
other cars pulled up and stopped.  I stepped out in view of them as
well, blushing hard.

We continued along the same street we'd been walking on for another
block, then turned left for a block.  I stepped out by the street for
each car that came by, doing my best to smile cheerfully for them.

We crossed the street to the right.  Just as we got back to the
sidewalk, I saw another car coming.  I stepped out to the street, and
saw it was a van.  Then I blushed hard; it was the guy who'd tried
taking pictures of me earlier.  He pulled to the opposite side of the
street, and I saw him picking up his camera.

I started to turn to dash behind a tree, but saw Mike looking at me
curiously.  I stopped, then, and took a deep breath.  There was no
valid reason for me to avoid the guy with the camera, I realized.  And
no way to do it anyway.

I turned back around, still blushing.  The guy had his camera pointing
at me and was grinning broadly.  He'd already taken a few pictures of
me from behind, I knew.

"You took a few pictures of me earlier, didn't you?" I called out to
him.

"I sure did.  You ran behind a bush, so I only got a couple of shots."
He took several of me from in front as I stood facing him.  "You seem
more willing about it now than you were before," he remarked in a
friendly tone.

I nodded.  "I guess so," I agreed.

"You still seem pretty uncomfortable, though," he observed.

"I am.  That's true!"  I looked down at myself, then back up.  "I'm
not used to being... without my clothes."

"But you'll let me take pictures of you.  That's nice.  Will you pose
for me?" he asked hopefully.

"All right," I consented.  "For a little while, if that's all right with
you, Mike," I said, turning around.

"Sure, I guess so," Mike nodded.  "If he sends me copies of his best
pictures, anyway," he added.

"Sure!" the man grinned readily.  He got out of his van, then pulled a
tripod out from the back of it.

He had me do poses for him for about a half-hour; walking along the
street, kneeling in the grass, turning toward him and away from him
and frmo both sides.  Several cars came by; I stopped to wave and smile
at them, and he took pictures of me doing that as well.

"That should be enough for now," he said.  "Thanks for posing!"

"You're welcome," I told him.  "If you see me walking around again,
feel free to ask me to pose for you more."

"Thanks again!"  He drove off.

Mike and I kept walking along.  "Did you enjoy posing for that guy?"
Mike asked me.

"I... owed it to him, I guess," I shrugged, blushing a little, and
explained about ducking away from him on my earlier naked walk in the
afternoon.

He looked amazed.  "You've really been active about this, girl!" he
said.

I giggled a little.  "I guess so.  But after doing it in school...
*that's* really hard."

The street we were on was busier.  I kept darting between the sidewalk
and the street, showing myself off to the passing cars.  "I might as
well walk right on the street!" I said after about the 4th vehicle.

"All right," he nodded, and I blushed; I hadn't really meant to commit
myself to doing that.  But he was already stepping over toward the
street.  I did so, too, and walked along the edge of the curb for the
rest of the block.  Oh, well, it was a little easier that way to wave
and smile at passing cars.

It was getting a little easier, I noticed, to face the cars going by
and to be cheerful while doing so.  It was still embarrassing, but not
as terrifying.

"How much further have I got to go?" I asked Mike.

"Three more blocks," he said.

"Three!  I thought it was one or two!" I protested.

"I think it's three.  Let's count as we go back, and if you didn't go
far enough, we'll do it all over again," he suggested.

"Uh... no... we'll go three more," I gave in hastily.

We crossed another street and continued walking.

"There's a park a little further along, how about if we go there
before turning around?" he suggested.

"All right," I agreed.

When we got there, I thought we'd turn right around, but instead, Mike
suggested we go play on the playground.  I found out sliding doesn't
work when you have a bare behind, and swinging was kind of chilly.
Mike urged me to climb on the monkey bars and go across the hand over
hand, and those worked all right.

"Can you please hang onto that bar?" he asked me.

I reached above my head and grabbed ahold of it with both hands.  He
stood in front of me and palmed my breasts.  I blushed but hung on to
the bar, letting him touch me however he wanted.  He gently rubbed my
nipples, making me gasp and shudder, but I didn't let go.  He chuckled.
"Do you like that?"

"Yes!" I said.  I was very excited!  He did it again, and I felt like
wriggling like a puppy.

Then he slowly moved his hands down my body and fingered my crotch.  I
moaned and hung on to the bar.

"You've really got her hot."  I opened my eyes, shocked.  There were
several teenagers standing on the sidewalk, watching.  They jostled
each other and grinned and giggled.

"Let go," Mike told me quietly.  I did so slowly.  I didn't want to
stop, but we couldn't continue.

He squeezed my hand.  "Let's go," he suggested.

"Going to get laid?" someone called out.

"He sure is," I said without thinking about it.  Then I blushed as the
small crowd cheered.  We sprinted down the sidewalk, hanging onto each
other's hands.  I was relieved they didn't follow us.

"Come on, let's go in here," Mike suggested, and we darted up to a
house.  Mike didn't knock; we just went inside.  A guy was sitting in
an armchair, watching TV.  He looked up, then looked again and grinned
at me.

"Mind if we use your room?" Mike asked him.

"Go ahead.  It's a little messy, though," the guy apologized.

"No problem," Mike said.  "Thanks!"

The bed was unmade, and the room was untidy, but it didn't smell bad
or anything.  There was no door, though.  The bed was a bunk bed.

I sat down on the bed, and Mike sat next to me.  He put his arm around
me and began stroking my breast.  "What would you like to do now?" he
asked me.

"Whatever you want," I told him.  "Just tell me what to do."

He grinned.  "All right!  Kneel on the bed, and hang onto the upper
bunk."

"All right."  I smiled and positioned myself as he told me.

"Knees wide apart," he directed me, and I complied.  He slid his hand
against my crotch, and I blushed.  He slid his fingers inside me, and
I squirmed.  "Still hot and wet," he said, looking satisfied.  "Do you
think you can stay still like that, while I play with your body?  I
can tie you up if you're not sure."

"Tie me?" I said nervously.

"Haven't you ever been tied up to a bed?" he said, winking.

"No!"  I gulped.

"How about if we try it without that," he suggested.  "But if you let
go or move away from me, I'll tie you into position."

I nodded tensely.  He slid his fingers lightly against my nipples
until I gasped.  It hadn't taken him long.  I already felt as excited
as I had on the playground.  He chuckled and fingered my nipples some
more, then slid his fingers into and out of my vagina several times.
I was panting.

He stepped back.

"What are you doing?  Please don't stop now!" I said.

He smiled, but didn't say anything.  I moaned helplessly, then let go
of the upper bunk and reached down to rub myself between the legs.

"No, Karen," he told me, and stepped forward, grabbing my wrists.  He
roughly pulled one hand back up to the upper bunk, and tied it into
position.  I gulped but didn't object.  He tied my other hand up, too,
then tied my knees apart onto the lower bunk.  I tried to struggle
free, but was unable to move more than a couple of inches.

He grinned.  "Want me to untie you?"

I swallowed and tried to pull my arms free again.  "No, that's okay,"
I told him, but felt very nervous.  I was completely helpless.

He went back to fingering me; lightly rubbing my nipples, and sliding
his fingers into my vagina.  I was about ready to scream from the
intense feeling.  I thought he was going to finger me into having an
orgasm, and was really looking forward to the intense release of
pressure.

Then he stepped back again.  I felt desperate.  There was nothing at
all I could do!  "Please don't leave me like this!" I begged.  I
struggled again to free myself, but couldn't.

He didn't say anything, just watched me, smiling.

"Please!" I begged, quietly but urgently.

He left me waiting for a few minutes, then slowly slid his pants and
underpants down.  He had an *enormous* erection.

"Please, put it right into me!" I said eagerly.  But he finished
undressing, taking a long time to do it.  I watched impatiently, very
frustrated.

He smiled.  "Are you ready for something different?" he asked me.

"I'm ready for anything!" I said.

He winked, then knelt down in front of me.  I had no idea what he was
doing.  He moved his face against my crotch, then started licking me!
His tongue darted around against my vagina.

"Hey!  Stop that!" I protested, but he didn't have to stop.  I
couldn't do anything to stop him.  He kept right on licking, and also
nibbled on me gently.

I'd thought I was aroused before, but the feeling got much more.  I
was moaning uncontrollably, and yelling out, "Fuck me!  Please, fuck
me!"  I dimly saw the other guy, grinning in the doorway, but I didn't
care.

Finally I came, screaming out but not forming any words.  It was the
most intense orgasm I'd ever felt.  I felt drained of energy, and
slumped against my bonds, but grinned in delight.  "That was
*wonderful*!" I told Mike.

"You never did that before, huh?"  He smiled.

I shook my head.

He began fondling my breasts again.  "We can do it again!"

"What?  No!"  I struggled again, uselessly of course.  He could do
whatever he wanted with me.  "Please!" I protested.  "It was great,
but I don't know if I could stand it again!"

"You can stand it," he assured me, lightly rubbing my nipples with his
fingers.  "But of course, if you tell me I have to stop, I'll do so
and untie you."

I didn't want to do that.  "I won't say you have to!" I told him,
starting to squirm again already.

"Good girl," he told me cheerfully.  He took his time, but pretty soon
I was panting and moaning all over again.

"Please just fuck me!" I begged.  "Put your big cock right into me!"

He chuckled, and as he had done before, he knelt in front of me and
slowly began licking my crotch.  I was moaning helplessly from this,
when he moved back from me.

"Don't... stop!" I panted.  "Please, keep going!"

He sat on the floor, watching me.

"I'll do anything you want later, but don't stop!  Keep going!  Ohh!"

"All right, that sounds reasonable."  He moved forward again and
resumed licking me.  Pretty soon I came -- and I couldn't believe it.
It was even more intense than the previous orgasm!  I couldn't even
scream.  Finally it ended.

He untied me from the bed, and I slumped against the sheet.  "Oh, that
was great, that was wonderful!" I told him happily.  "Now what would
you like to have me do, so you have one, too?"

"Have you ever given a blow job?" he asked.

I looked at him blankly.

"That's where you lick and suck on someone's cock until they come.  No
risk of pregnancy that way," he explained.

"I've never done that," I said slowly.  "But... I will!"  He sat down
on the edge of the bed, and I knelt in front of him, then giggled and
slid my mouth over his hard penis, sucking on it and licking the end
with my tongue.  It didn't take him very long, only a couple of
minutes, and he spurted warm cum down my throat.  I moved my head back
and he spurted more on my face.

"Swallow it," he told me.  I did, then he used his finger to wipe more
off my face, and made me lick it off and swallow that, too.

He took me in the shower, and we took a nice long shower together,
rubbing the soap against each other, and when we were done, toweling
each other.

"Want to borrow a t-shirt or something?" he asked me as we stepped
back into the bedroom.  "I'm sure I can get one for you."

"Who is that guy?" I asked.

"My brother," Mike explained.  "He's a pretty good guy," he grinned.
"Maybe I should ask him to drive us back to your clothes."

I nodded eagerly.  "That sounds great!  In that case... I won't need a
shirt or anything," I told him, a little nervously.

"All right.  If you're sure."  He looked at me closely.

I nodded.  "It doesn't really matter," I told him.  "And your brother
would be awfully nice to me if he gives me a ride," I added.

He did give me a ride.  Mike came along, too.  Mike got out of the car
and ran up to the bushes where I'd left my clothes, and brought them
back to the car for me.  I giggled and stepped out.  "Thanks!" I said
and gave him a big hug and kiss.  "And thanks to you, too," I said to
his brother, smiling, then went around the car and kissed him, too.  I
took my clothes from Mike and put them on.

"Would you like a ride home?" Mike's brother asked me.

"Well... sure, if you don't mind!" I said, smiling gratefully.

They drove me home, then let me out of the car.  I got out, then
giggled and stripped bare again, waving at them as they drove away.  I
picked up my clothes and turned and ran into the house.

"Where were you?" my father asked as I came inside the house.

"I went for a walk with a friend from school," I told him.  I giggled.
"We left my clothes on a side street, then went for a long walk
around town!"

He nodded, smiling.  "Did you have sex?"

"Well... yeah... oral sex," I told him.  "He tied me up!  And we took a
shower together, too."

"Good!"  He nodded, pleased.  "You're really making some progress,
Karen!"

"I'm glad you think so," I said, smiling.  "From now until the end of
the school day tomorrow, I'm not going to wear anything at all," I
added, smiling.  "I'll walk to school naked, stay naked all day, and
come home naked."

"And this is the same girl who was so timid and embarrassed to take
her clothes off in school on Monday?" he teased me.

"It's still embarrassing," I told him, blushing.

"Are you glad we made you do it now?" he asked me seriously and a
little anxiously.

"Truthfully... yeah, I guess I am!"  I grinned.  "I have to get to bed
now.  Good night, Daddy!"  I kissed him on the forehead and carried my
clothes upstairs.

--
-- Friday

When I got up in the morning, I stretched, then grinned to myself,
remembering what I'd told my dad.  No clothes for me at all.  I came
downstairs and used the bathroom.  Just as I started running the water
for the shower, I heard the doorbell ring.  I started to get in the
shower anyway, but it rang again.

I left the water running, but went to answer the door, blushing
because I was naked.  It was Jimmy's friend Roger.

"Hi -- wow!" he said enthusiastically, looking me over.

"Hi, Roger," I said, smiling nervously.

"I just came over to see if you'd taken your shower yet," he said.

"Not yet," I admitted.  "Would you like to come in and watch me
again?" I offered reluctantly.

He shook his head, and I almost sighed right out loud.  Then he looked
at me, smiling hopefully.  "Would you mind coming over to my house to
shower?"

"Your... house?" I asked, then blushed hard.  "W-why do you want me to
do that?"

"It's just a block away," he said persuasively.  "My older brother in
college is home for the weekend with a few of his buddies," he
explained.

I reminded myself I didn't expect much in the way of privacy for the
day.  I remembered my walk around town from the previous day, and for
that matter, I'd done the same thing the evening before.  Not to
mention all of my other adventures.

I giggled.  "Sure, I'll do it.  Just give me a second, though."  He
stepped inside, and I went to the bathroom to shut off the water.  I
also told my mother I wouldn't be having breakfast at home, and would
see her after school.  I put on shoes and socks, then came back to the
door.

Roger was surprised I was still bare, I guess.   "Aren't you going to
take any clothes?"

I smiled and shook my head.  "I'm ready right now.  Let's go!"

"All right," he nodded, and we stepped outside and walked over to his
house.  He seemed surprised; when we saw cars come by, I was clearly
blushing, but stood right out in the open, letting them look me over
if they wanted to.

"What do you want me to do, exactly?" I asked Roger uneasily as we
walked along the sidewalk.  "Are you all just going to come into the
bathroom and watch me take a shower?"

"Well... yeah, I guess," he said, looking a little anxiously at me.
"That's all right, isn't it?"

"Sure!" I reassured him with a quick smile.  I took a breath.  "But...
I'll do whatever you want me to while I'm in the shower."

"You will?" he asked.

I nodded, blushing a little.  "I've... gotten kind of used to people
looking at me while I'm naked," I explained.  "You can have me do...
anything you like."

"That sounds like a lot of fun," he grinned.

We stopped outside his house and I left my shoes and socks by the
door, then went inside.  It was a big, nice house; I'd never been in
it before.

The other guys were in the living room, and grinned and stared as I
walked in.  I blushed, but then smiled at them and kept my hands
to my sides, letting them look at me.  There were three of them, plus
Roger.

"This is my brother Jack," Roger introduced.  "Jack, this is Karen."

"Hel-lo, Karen!"  He grinned broadly.

"Hi, Jack," I said to him, smiling timidly.

"This is George, David and Ted," he introduced the others, and I
smiled and said hello to each of them.

"You wanted me to shower in front of these guys.  Shall we get
started?" I asked Roger nervously.

He nodded.  "Come on, guys, let's go in the bathroom.  Karen said
she'll do anything we want in the shower."

I smiled at them, and followed Roger into the bathroom.

"Go ahead and start, Karen," he told me.

I turned on the water and adjusted it so it was warm, then got under
it.  Roger pulled the curtain open as wide as possible.  I giggled at
the guys, then jiggled my chest for them a little.

"Can you face us and spread your legs wide?" Roger asked me.

"All right," I agreed, and faced them, setting my feet wide apart.

"Reach up and touch the top of the shower with both hands," another
of the boys said.  He was George, I remembered after a moment.

I did as he said.  The boys all grinned, staring at me.

"Wow, what great tits!"

"Look at those pretty blonde curls!"

"I'd like to get my face between her breasts!"

"How about a nice look at your ass, now, Karen?" David suggested after
a couple of minutes.  "Bend over and put your palms against the bottom
of the tub, but keep your knees unbent."

I nodded and bent over, and let the boys look at me that way as well.

"Stand up straight again," Ted told me.  "Face us, set your feet
apart... wider... good... now spread open your pussy."

I did so, blushing, but trying to be as obedient as I could.

"How long are you going to keep doing what we say?" George asked me
curiously.

"Well, I have to go to school.  Until I have to leave, I guess," I
told him.

"What limits do you have?" he asked.

"I'm only going to do it in the shower," I said firmly.  "I guess I'll
do whatever you want as long as it's part of my shower.  And you have
to let me get ready for school!"

"All right, you can wash yourself, and use shampoo," Roger told me.
"Just let us watch."

"Sure," I nodded, smiling, and lathered myself with soap.

One of the guys reached in and turned off the water.

"What did you do that for?" I asked him uncomfortably.

"I thought it would be nice to see you all covered with soap lather,
without it washing off," he explained.  "Just keep going, please."

I did so, and was soon covered all over with thick lather.  "Can I
rinse it off now?" I asked him.

"Sure, get under the shower head and I'll turn it on," he said.
"Look up at the shower head, and don't look down until the soap is all
rinsed off, okay?  And stay under the water until you're all rinsed."

I nodded, and he turned the water back on.

I kept my eyes on the shower head as requested, and turned myself back
and forth to rinse off the soap.  As I did so, I felt the water
getting a little cooler, and started to ask him to adjust it to be a
little warmer.  Then it got really cold.  I gasped, and started to
hastily reach down to adjust the temperature.

"Keep looking up, Karen," the guy told me, chuckling.  "And leave the
water temperature to us, please!"

"P-p-please, make it warmer!" I begged.  "I'm freezing!"

"I will, when you finish rinsing off," he said, laughing.

It seemed to take forever, but I stayed under the chilly water, and
finally I felt the water get warmer.  "There, you can adjust it for
yourself now," he told me.

I turned it warmer, then warmer again, and rubbed my arms and thighs
under the water until I felt warmer.

"That was interesting," the guy told me, grinning broadly.

"It... was?" I asked, feeling a little hostile toward him.

"Your nipples got big and really firm looking," he explained
cheerfully.

The other guys were chuckling.

"All... right," I shrugged finally, blushing, then giggling.  "I'm
glad it was fun for *you*!"  I shampooed my hair, then rinsed it out,
and got out of the shower.

"Want a towel, or would you prefer to have some help drying off?"
Roger's brother Jeff had a towel in his hand.

"Um... I'd like the towel, please!"  I took it from him and dried
myself off, then hung it up and grinned at the guys.  "I'm glad
*that*'s over!"

"Are you going to get dressed now?" one of the guys asked me.

I shook my head.  "I didn't even bring any clothes," I told him.  "I
walked over here naked.  I'm not going to wear anything all day, until
I get home from school.  Except shoes!"  I smiled at them.  "Roger,
what time is it?  Don't we have to get to school pretty soon?"

"School starts at 10:00 today," he told me.

"Well, we have time for breakfast, anyway, then, right?  Want me to
make it?"

We had pancakes, which I made, with the guys eagerly looking on.  When
we were done, it was still only 9:00.

"Are you guys up for a dare?" I asked them all with a challenging
grin.  "I've been doing all kinds of stuff for you," I pointed out.

"What did you have in mind, Karen?" Jack asked me.

"You guys ought to find out what being exposed is like," I said.  "I'd
like to see all of you take off all of your clothes and run out the
front door, go around the house and swimming pool, then come in the
back door."

Several of them looked uneasy about the idea.

"We can't!" Ted protested.  "We might be arrested for indecent
exposure."

I shrugged and laughed.  "Do it, or I think I'll just go home," I
said.  I looked down at myself.  "I've been running around bare naked
for several days.  Surely you can make it around the house!"

They argued about it for a few minutes.  Then Jack held up his hand.
"I can see her point," he said slowly.  "Anyway... it'll be kind of
exciting.  We probably won't be seen by anyone.  And even if we were,
we probably wouldn't be arrested."  He looked around grinning.  "Come
on, guys!"  He started taking off his clothes in the living room.

A couple of the other guys followed his example, and I grinned,
watching them.  A couple of the others blushed and hesitated, but then
started slowly undressing.  One of them, Ted, turned around.

"Hey now!" I complained good-naturedly.  Look right at me while you do
that!"

He sheepishly faced back toward me and uneasily went on with removing
his clothes.

One guy was left... that was Roger, who was my brother's age; 13.

"Either everyone does it, or I'm leaving," I told him, giggling.  "You
too, Roger!  Come on, you had a lot of fun making me walk over here,
shower in front of you, and cook for you in just *my* skin."

The other guys teased him; they were all either naked or nearly so.
"Come on, Roger!"  "Show it to her, Roger!"  "It's your damned house,
you can do it, too!"  He turned really red, but slowly took off his
clothes.  I giggled; I knew what he felt like, though!

They all ran out the front door together, and I grinned broadly,
watching them go around the edge of the house.  Then I dashed through
the house and locked the big patio door in back, then ran back and
locked the front door as well.

I watched outside the back until they came dashing as fast as they
could around the pool and up to the back door.  I laughed at them as
they desperately tried to get in.

"Hey!  Open the door!"  "Come on, Karen!"  "Please, open it!"

"Go back to the front and try that one!" I called to them.

They pleaded with me for a couple of more minutes, then went dashing
back around the house.  I watched out the front door, waiting for them
to come back and find out they couldn't get in that way, either.

They surprised me, though; a minute later I heard them coming up the
basement stairs.  I gulped and ran back through the house, then
decided I'd better leave; they weren't going to be very happy with me!
I dashed for the back door, but had trouble opening it.  Jack and Ted
caught my arms from behind.

"You weren't thinking of leaving, were you, Karen?  Just when we were
all having so much fun?"  Jack pushed me through the house, back to
the living room.

"It was just a joke!" I protested.  "I've been so embarrassed and
scared... I thought it would be funny to see someone else feel that
way for a change!"  I looked around at the guys.  They looked pretty
upset.  "I'm... sorry!"

"It was really funny," George nodded, looking at me angrily.  "We
never made you do anything you didn't want to do, and we cooperated
with your little request, too."

"You're going to have to pay for your trick," Jack told me in a chilly
tone.  "You abused our trust without our consent, so I don't think
what comes as a result needs *your* consent."

I started to turn toward him to protest.

"Don't say anything," he ordered me.  "No words at all, unless someone
tells you to, or asks you something, and then say just what you're
told.  Don't meet anyone's eyes, or you'll get slapped.  You're going
to *fully* cooperate with whatever we decide to do with you for the rest
of the morning.  If someone grabs at your body, you will not avoid them
or try to get away.  Even if something hurts, you just have to put up
with it and enjoy it the best you can.  Now move your legs wide apart
and act like the slut you really are."

I obeyed, looking down at the floor, feeling very nervous.  He reached
for my chest and roughly grabbed my breasts.

"We can go ahead, right?" George said from behind me.

"Sure, do anything you want with her," Jack said cheerfully.

I felt hands on my behind, then they were pulling my buttocks apart a
little.  Someone slid his fingers in my vagina, then into my ass,
which hurt some.  I yelped, and almost looked up, but kept my eyes down
and kept meekly looking at the floor.

"We should have her have sex with Roger," someone suggested.

"Will you do that, Karen?" Roger asked.

I blushed hard but nodded.  They'd just make me do it anyway.

There was laughter from several guys.  "Sure she will," Ted said.
"She'll do it on top.  Sit down over there on the couch, Roger, and
let her get on top of you."

The other guys continued running their hands over my body for a
couple of minutes.  I had to keep my hands behind my head and my legs
wide open, letting them handle me however they wanted.  It was
humiliating; they laughed and teased me, but I was responding,
breathing more heavily and squirming, and there was no way for me to
hide that from them.

"Ready for her, Roger?" Jack asked.

"All right," he replied, hesitant but also eager.

Someone held my wrists together and forced me over to the couch.
"Have you ever done it from on top before?" he asked me.

I shook my head, and looked timidly at Roger on the couch.  His cock
was hard and purple, and he was sitting naked on the couch and looking
up at me.

WHACK!  I was slapped across the face from behind, hard.  "Keep your
eyes down, slut!" the guy behind me said sharply.

"Sorry!" I apologized in a sob.

WHACK!  He slapped me again.  "Be quiet, no one asked you to talk.
Spread your knees wide apart, and lower yourself so his cock goes
right in your pussy, then slide yourself up and down until he comes.
As soon as he does, you stand up and step back, then kneel in front
of him with your knees wide apart, and lick his cock until it's
clean and swallow everything you lick up.  If you understand, say
'Please, may this slutty teenaged blonde attempt to please you,
Master Roger!'"

I kept my eyes down.  "Please, may this slutty teenaged blonde attempt
to please you, Master Roger?"

"Uh, all right," he said.  "Sure!"

I moved up to him, looking down at his cock but carefully not looking
at his face.  I positioned myself over him and lowered myself until
his cock slid into me.

It felt different than having sex with the guy on top.  I didn't
decide then if I liked it that way -- the other guys were laughing
and jeering, and the whole experience was excruciatingly humiliating.
I concentrated on doing what I'd been told.  I moved myself up and
down, sliding Roger's cock in and out, in and out.

"Moan right out loud, slut," one of the guys told me, slapping my
bottom.

"Owww!" I gasped.

"Don't clench your teeth.  We don't mind hearing you react."  The
others chuckled.

I opened my mouth a little, then I was unable to muffle my gasps and
moans.  That was even more humiliating; the guys mockingly emulated my
helpless sounds.  But I had no choice, I had to do what they wanted!
I was getting more excited as I continued.

I suddenly realized the whole experience was something like rape
fantasies I'd had.  It didn't really make any difference; I had to do
what they were making me do anyway.  I got a little thrill from the
thought that I was being raped.  I never really felt like it was true;
I felt like they were kind of justified in doing it.  I didn't think
they'd really hurt me, either.

I felt Roger start to come inside me, and he moaned in glee.  I kept
sliding myself up and down on him for a minute, and felt myself
starting to come, too.

"Not so fast, slut," one of the guys behind me said, laughing.  "This
is for his pleasure, not yours."  I was pulled back from him, then
forced down to my knees, and my face pushed between Roger's legs.  The
guys held me by the wrists, too, keeping my hands above my head while
I licked Roger's cock clean.

They made me stand up.  "There, did you like that?" one of the guys
asked me jovially.

I kept my eyes on the floor, but nodded slightly.

"Good!  You can do it again with me," another guy said.

"I'm going to put it in her ass when she does," another added, and
they all laughed.

I don't remember all of the details, but a lot of things happened
pretty quickly.  Someone did sit on the couch.  I didn't dare look at
his face to see who it was, but I had to get on top of him as I had
with Roger, and have sex with him from on top.  I did so readily
enough, and started to come almost right away.  Someone behind stopped
me, making me prolong my orgasm, and slid some gel between my buttocks,
then told me to resume what I'd been doing.  I yelled and did so,
coming hard... but then yelled even louder from the pain as one of
them firmly shoved his cock into my ass.

"Don't stop!" I heard a guy say in a commanding voice.  Gasping and
groaning, I continued having sex with the guy on the couch.  While I
did, the person behind me continued forcing himself into and out of
me from behind.

It didn't last for long, but was an amazing mixture of intense
pleasure and intense pain while it did last.  I don't know all of what
happened to me, or who was involved.
 

At some point, I was slumped against the couch on my knees.  "It's
over, Karen," one of the guys told me.  "Come on, you have to get to
school!  You should take a shower first, though."

"What time is it?" I asked.

It was about 9:45; I had 20 minutes to get to school.  He helped me to
my feet and I found it was Jack who had spoken.

"Are you all right?" he asked me, a little anxiously.

"Oh, sure!"  I smiled at him.  "It was... quite an experience," I
said.

"Come on and get in the shower," he urged me, and I hurried to the
bathroom.  I showered hurriedly, then stepped out.  A couple of the
guys had towels in their hands; I shrugged and smiled and let them
towel me off.  I combed my hair straight; it was still wet.  I then
hurried outside and got my shoes and socks back on.  Roger was
waiting outside; he walked to the high school with me.

"Do you mind... this morning?" he asked me anxiously.

I tried to look serious, but then giggled.  "It was very exciting!" I
told him.  "Some of it was more adventurous than I might have done
voluntarily.  And I'm a little sore now!  But it was a lot of fun
overall," I reassured him.  "Um... do I have any bruises or anything?"

"Not at all," he said, looking me over.  "Are you sure it was okay?"

I smiled at him.  "I'm sure!  I had a *great* time," I told him.  "But
it's sweet of you to ask.  Thanks, Roger!"

"You're so pretty, so nice and such a great sport about everything.
Thanks for all of that!"  He smiled at me.

He had to go one way and I had to go the other.  I gave him a warm
hug, then walked up toward the high school.  Several other kids saw me
and came toward me, grinning.  I was bare naked except for shoes and
socks, of course, but not all that embarrassed about it, especially
not after all that had happened that morning.

"Hi!" I said, smiling at them.

"Hi, Karen!" one of the guys said, and a few others joined in.

"You look more comfortable with not having clothing than you have the
rest of the week," one of the girls observed.

"It's my last day!" I said.  "I'm going to try to relax and enjoy it
today, as much as I can!  That's why I didn't even wear clothes to
school this morning."

"I noticed that," another guy said.  "Nice touch, Karen!"

"Thanks!"  I giggled.  "I'm glad you like it this way!"

Since school had been delayed, my first class on Friday was gym.  We
were going to be in the pool again.  I hurried down to the guy's locker
room, anxious not to be late, and left my shoes and socks.  The few
guys who were running a little late, like me, grinned at me, and we
walked out to the pool together.

I was not self-conscious at all, I realized.  I felt fine as I stepped
out in front of the rest of the class.  I smiled at Mr. Roquette.  He
looked surprised, but nodded to me, indicating I should take my place
in the lineup against the wall.  The straggler guys did the same.

Mr. Roquette looked along the row of people.  "I think everyone's here
now," he said.  "We're going to do something a little different in the
pool today.  I think it's time for everyone to try skinny dipping.
Starting right... now... you all have 5 minutes to get your swimsuits
off and then to get into the water."

I felt shocked for a minute, then I felt elated.  I giggled, looking
around at my embarrassed classmates.

A couple of the boys took their suits off immediately, leaving them on
the deck, and jumped into the water.  The rest were looking at each
other, or at the floor, and not moving at all.

"Four minutes!" Mr. Roquette announced.  "Come on, it's a class
assignment."

A few of the girls huddled together, then took off their swimsuits,
and leapt hastily into the water.  A couple more guys joined them.

"3 minutes!  You haven't got much time," Mr. Roquette advised the
rest.

At that point, most of them bit their lips and removed their
swimsuits, and were in the water before another minute passed.

"2 minutes!"

"Come on, you guys," I urged them.  "It's not a big deal.  Everyone
has to do it."

"1 minute!"  Everyone had complied with his directive except one
stubborn looking boy and two very nervous girls.  The boy suddenly
tossed off his suit and dove into the water.  I jumped in, too; Mr.
Roquette had said we had to be in the water, and I made sure I was in
before the 5 minutes was up.

One of the remaining girls made it.  The other was blushing hard and
wailing; still wearing her suit.  "I just can't!" she said tearfully.
Her name was Melanie.  She was petite, dark haired and very pretty.
I felt some sympathy for her, but also some impatience.  Why was she
any better than the rest of us?

Mr. Roquette looked at her sadly, and shook his head.  He stepped over
to her, then grabbed her firmly by the arm.  "A couple of you guys can
come and help," he said over his shoulder, and four of them eagerly
pulled themselves out of the water.

"What are you going to do?" she demanded, then tried to pull away from
him.  It didn't do her any good; Mr. Roquette was much stronger.  She
struggled for a minute or two longer, then the boys converged around
her and Mr. Roquette.  A moment later, one of them held out her top,
and another showed that he had her swimsuit bottom.  Blushing
fiercely, Melanie was held by her arms facing the rest of us,
completely bare.  The guys all cheered, and so did a few of the girls.

"Miss Horton will be attending classes unclothed for today," Mr.
Roquette announced.  "You can pick up your clothes from me at the end
of the day, Miss Horton.  You are not allowed to cover any of yourself
from view for the rest of the day, and must consider yourself on display
for anyone so desiring.  You're allowed two breaks to go to the
bathroom, for no more than 5 minutes each.  You may be required by
teachers to participate in classroom lessons, as directed by the teacher."

The class cheered again.  She was subject to the same rules as me, I
noticed.  The boys let her go, and she quickly dove into the water.

"Mr. Roquette?" a girl asked.  She was Gloria Matthews, treasurer of
the student council.

"Yes, Miss Matthews?"

"Shouldn't you be naked, too?" she wanted to know.

I giggled, so did most of the girls.

"Sure," he said casually, and removed his swimsuit.  He smiled at us,
not at all uncomfortable with being naked.

"You may have noticed some changes around school recently," he began.
The class laughed.  "We're encouraging students to be more carefree
about their bodies.  We're selectively picking a few female students
and requiring them to attend classes in the nude, and this is something
we'll continue to do throughout the year.  Miss Wagner --"  He nodded
to me, and I blushed as everyone looked at me.  "-- was one of the first
of these, but all of you young ladies will be doing the same thing
eventually.

"Girl's athletic events are all conducted in the nude this year.
Cheerleaders at tonight's football game will perform without clothing as
well.

"Ladies are not required to wear anything at all, either in school
or outside of it, according to a recently enacted law.  How many of
you have taken advantage of that, other than as required?"

A few girls raised their hands, including me.

"I've been running in the nude down country roads," one girl admitted.

"My mother and I went shopping in the nude.  We got a 20% discount on
everything we bought, 10% for each of us," Gloria Matthews related.
"It was kind of fun!"

"The manager at the restaurant where I work offered double pay for any
girls who would wait tables naked.  I didn't do it, but the two girls
who did were getting great tips.  I might try it this weekend,"
another girl said shyly.

Mr. Roquette nodded cheerfully.  "This class is called 'gym', but it's
real name is 'physical education'," he went on.  "We teach you about
sports, and athletics, and getting your body to perform.  But we also
want to teach you to be comfortable with yourselves, and with other
people.  Gym class is going to be clothing-optional for the rest of
the year.  Fridays are going to be mandatory nude days, though.  And
we're going to quit designating locker rooms as 'male' and 'female'.
You can all freely go in either one, and you will all be expected to
be friendly and cooperative with people of the opposite sex who are
using the locker room you're in."

That was going to be interesting, I thought.

"For today, we're going to have a sort of casual day in the pool.  You
all have to stay in the pool.  We won't have any specific lessons.
Instead, you're all invited and encouraged to explore each other's
bodies in any way you like.  Please cooperate with your classmates,
and please feel free to expect them to cooperate with you as well."

"Hi, baby," I heard from behind me.  It was Scott.  I'd dated him for
a little while earlier in the year, but he was a little pushy and it
hadn't lasted long.  "Put your hands on top of your head for me, will
you?"

"Uh, Hi, Scott."  I blushed a little, but did as he directed me.  He
smiled and put both hands on my chest, feeling my breasts.  "Remember
when I wanted you to do that a couple of months ago, and you wouldn't?"
he reminded me, grinning.  "You've come a long way since then."

"I guess so."  He made me feel pretty uncomfortable.

"Look right into my eyes," he said.  I obeyed, blushing.  He grinned,
stroking my chest firmly.  "You're reacting," he observed.  "See?  You
should have taken off your clothes and let me do it to you in August.
It feels pretty good, doesn't it?"

"Hey, Steve!"  It was one of the girls.  "Move your feet apart so I
can feel between your legs."

I giggled as he complied, then she reached from behind and squeezed
his balls.  He yelped and let go of me, and wildly reached down to
grab her hand.

WHEET!  Mr. Roquette blew his whistle, and we all looked at him.  He
pointed to Steve and the girl.  "No interfering with her examination,
Mr. Davidson," he said sternly.

The girl giggled, and Steve nodded sheepishly.  He put his hands on
his head and she resumed squeezing his balls, making him cringe and
gasp.  I took the opportunity to escape; I dove underwater and came up
next to another guy who was feeling up a different girl.  Gloria
Matthews was the victim this time.  The guy was named Dennis
McFarlane.

I giggled.  "Spread 'em, Mister, and lean forward."

"Thanks!" Gloria said, stepping away but watching.

Dennis moved his legs apart and leaned forward nervously.  "W-what are
you going to do?" he asked.

"Put your hands on the side and move your legs back as far as you can
without falling," I told him.

He did so.  Gloria giggled.

I moved in behind him, forcing his legs a little wider apart, then
slid my middle finger into his anus and wiggled it around.  He gasped
and lurched, and I slid my finger out, then pushed it in again.  I did
it a few more times, then left him there, rinsing my finger off in the
water.

Gloria grinned.  "Nice job!  He was hurting me, pinching my nipples so
hard."  We both glanced over at him.  He was standing against the side
of the pool, and his erection was visible above the surface of the
water.

"Hi, ladies," a guy said, putting his arm around me.  He had the other
around Gloria.  It was one of the guys who'd helped undress me outside
a couple of days before.

"Hi, Roland," Gloria said with a nervous smile.  "Which of us did you
want?"

He shrugged and put a hand on each of our chests.  "Why not both?" he
asked, stroking us casually.  "Hey, Mr. Roquette!  Is it all right if
I examine these two girls together for a little while?"

"That's fine," Mr. Roquette nodded.  "We only have about 20 minutes
left before we hit the showers, though."

Roland grinned.  "Thanks!"  He looked at each of us.  "Two pretty
girls.  Hmm.  I'd like to see you rub against each other and kiss each
other, please."

We both blushed really hard.  I'd never even considered such a thing!
Apparently, neither had Gloria.

"Rub your nipples together first," Roland said.

We both knew we had to do it.  We looked miserably at each other, but
put our hands on each other's shoulders and moved our chests until we
were touching each other.  We rubbed against each other, very lightly.

"Now a hot kiss," he said, grinning.

Again, we *had* to.  Gloria told me later she was conscious of what
had happened with Melanie.  I was afraid there might be other
punishments for uncooperative students, especially the girls.  We
pulled together, and kissed on the lips.

"Keep doing it, and rub your chests together, and feel each other's
behinds," Roger ordered.  "Be *really* friendly with each other."

We did it.  I blushed hotly; it felt good, and my body was responding.
So was Gloria's; she moaned and pushed against me eagerly, and we
rubbed against each other.

WHEET!  "Time for showers," Mr. Roquette announced.  Gloria and I
looked at one another and sheepishly started to pull waay from each
other, suddenly conscious that the whole class were watching us.

I felt a yank of my hair.

"Owww!" Gloria protested.

"See you later, ladies," Roland said, and left us.  Our hair was
knotted together!

"Come back here!" I yelled desperately.

"What's the problem?" Mr. Roquette asked.  "Oh.  Now I see.  Your hair
is tied together, isn't it?"

"Can you help us?" Gloria pleaded with him.

"I can try.  Stay still."  He took a few minutes to do it, but finally
unknotted our hair, allowing us to get apart from each other.

"Thanks!" we both said.

"Better hurry," he advised us.  "You need showers.  You'll both have
to go to class naked if you don't have time to get dressed."

That was no big deal for me, but Gloria dashed into the girl's locker
room.  I went into the guy's locker room and took a shower.  I
giggled; there weren't as many guys as usual, and there were a few
girls, pulling their clothes out of a big rolling basket and getting
dressed.

The bell rang; we had 10 minutes to get to our next class.  I found my
shoes and socks and put them on.

"Have you seen my clothes in here?" Gloria asked desperately, running
into the guy's locker room wrapped in a towel.  "Hey!  That's *my*
bra!"

"We haven't got time to be picky!" the girl who had her bra protested.
"Just find something to wear.  Do you want to go to classes naked?"
She pulled on a shirt, then hurried out of the locker room.

Gloria looked in the basket; there was little left.  She pulled out a
bra that was too small for her, and a pair of shorts that were way too
big.  "The guys must have stolen some of the clothes," she said,
swallowing.

One of the guys, just getting dressed, nodded.  "Some of the girls'
clothes got locked in lockers," he said.

The 5 minute bell rang.  Mr. Roquette came through.  "Off to class,
everyone!" he said.  "There's no more time for getting dressed, Miss
Matthews.  I'm sorry about that.  Leave the towel."

"You'll live, Gloria," I told her encouragingly, as she looked
dismayed.  She left her towel on the bench, and had to step out of the
locker room, wearing nothing at all.  Melissa came out, too, at the
last possible minute, also naked, of course.  I was the most dressed
of the three of us.  I had my shoes and socks.

We walked together down the hallway.  We got to Gloria's classroom
first, then mine.  "See you later, Melanie!" I said, smiling at her.
"Just... take it easy and enjoy it as much as you can," I advised her.

"Thanks," she gulped.  I heard cheering and applause as she went into
her class.

I got to biology just as the bell rang.  I kicked my shoes and socks
off by the door, and took my seat in front of the class.  Miss Hooker
was over by her desk.  She went over to the door and pressed a button,
then went back to her desk and began taking off her clothes.

"Are you teaching in the nude again today?" one of the boys asked her
cheerfully.

She nodded, blushing, but then smiled.  "I'd like to ask all the girls
to remove their clothing at this time, please, and put it in this
box."

I looked at her, surprised.  Two classes in a row... but this time,
just the girls.

"Never mind trying to leave, ladies," Miss Hooker said, smiling,
standing in her bra and panties.  "The door is locked from the inside
until the bell rings."  She continued to undress, and put her clothes
in the box she'd designated.

I watched, amused, as the other girls slowly complied.

"The last one to have her clothes off and in the box will get a special
place in today's lesson," Miss Hooker said, as only a few girls had gotten more
than their shoes off.  "I suggest you move along, ladies."

Several of the girls looked around, and they began hurrying, noticing
they were lagging behind other girls.  One boldly came up and dropped
her clothes in the box, smiling at me and at Miss Hooker.  Then a
couple more girls came up together and nervously put their clothes in.

"You want us to take off *everything*?" one girl asked, just starting
to slide her pants down.

"EVERYthing," Miss Hooker nodded.  "Just like Karen and I."

I noticed my shoes over by the door, and went to put them in the box.

Finally, all the girls were naked, and the last one had put her clothes
in the box.

"Oh, no, I'm last!" she said, swallowing hard.

Miss Hooker smiled.  "That's right, Maggie.  Please go pick one of the
guys to work with."  She picked up the box full of clothes, and took
it over by the door, then knocked.  A couple of guys came in, looked
around the room, smiling, and then left with the box.

Maggie uncertainly went over to Craig. She'd had a crush on him for a
year.  I wasn't surprised at her choice.  Craig was, though.  She took
him by the hand and he came up to the front of the class with her.

"Today, we're going to practice some of the devices we learned about
yesterday," Miss Hooker explained.  "Craig, pick a nice collar for
Maggie, please."

Craig went over to the table, which had the same amazing assortment of
sex toys as yesterday, and picked up a pink collar,then came over and
put it on her.  Maggie blushed hard but didn't object or try to stop
him.

Craig was then allowed to pick straps, and to bind Maggie helplessly
to a set of rings along the wall.  She was facing the wall, with her
arms above her head, her feet wide apart, standing straight.

"If you can get away, you can be finished and go get dressed, Maggie,"
Miss Hooker told her.  Maggie struggled hard, but was completely
unable to free herself.  The class chuckled at her futile efforts.

"I guess you can do anything you'd like with her, Craig," Miss Hooker
said, smiling.  "Anything you want that you can do in class."

"Anything?"  He looked over at the table, then back at Maggie.

"Please don't hurt me!" Maggie begged piteously.  "I'll do anything
you say!"

"You other girls can pick a guy to go with if you wish," Miss Hooker
smiled.  "Guys, once a girl picks you, you can collar her, tie her up,
or use any of the devices on the table."

Linda went immediately to her boyfriend, Brett.  Sue went to Tim,
nervous and blushing but sure of her choice.

"No one else wants to submit themselves to any of the guys?" she asked
the girls.

"Do you mean me, too?" I asked her.
 

She nodded, and I blushed.  I looked at the guys, then went to the
back of the room, to Fred.  He was quiet, and stammered when he talked
to me.  He was pretty smart, though.  I thought he would probably be
nice.

"Anyone else?" Miss Hooker smiled.  None of the girls moved.

Fred took me over by the table, and put a collar around my neck.

"What are you going to do with me?" I asked, nervously, but I smiled
at him.

"Not sure yet," he admitted freely.  He looked over the devices on the
table.

"Okay," Miss Hooker was saying.  "We'll let the guys pick."  She
called out the names of the guys in class, and let each one pick
whatever girl he wanted.

I shivered as I overheard one of them.  "Little slut, thought you were
too good to pick anyone, huh?  I'm going to teach you a lesson, I
guess!"  I was glad I'd gone ahead and chosen for myself.

"What are you more familiar with, being helpless or pain?" Fred asked
me.

"Um... being helpless," I told him.

"Do you feel like something different?" he asked.

I blushed.  I shrugged uncertainly.  "I'm not sure," I admitted.
"Whatever you'd like, okay?"

He frowned and I felt scared.  "Of course we're going to do what I
like," he said.  "We could also do what *you* like, as far as it fits
into that."

"Something... different... sounds great!" I stammered.

He smiled.  "Turn around," he said.

I did so, and stood looking over the rest of the class.  Several of
the girls were chained or tied to rings along the wall, being felt or
kissed.  Maggie was wearing the nipple clamps Miss Hooker had put on
me the day before, and was hurting, writhing helplessly.

WHACK!  I yelped, "OUCH!" and started to turn around.

"I didn't say you could turn," Fred told me.  "Stay still."  I did so,
and he whapped me again, hard.  "OWOWWOWOW!" I wailed, struggling to
keep my hands out of the way, and to stay still.  He whapped me one
more time, and I sobbed helplessly.  "That hurts, that hurts!"

"That's what you get for not making a choice," Fred told me.  "No, I'm
not asking you to make one now.  It's too late for that now."

I rubbed my behind for a minute.  Fred grabbed me by the wrists and
tied me to a ring on the ceiling, with my hands high over my head.  He
fingered my nipples, then pinched them hard, and I gasped.

"Please, please stop!" I begged wildly.  "That hurts, it hurts!"

He shrugged.  "Think of it as a novelty," he advised me.  He stepped
back over to the table, and picked up a small whip.  I watched
helplessly as he brought it over to me, then turned me around and
stroked me across the back with it.  Then across my buttocks, then my
back again.  I couldn't even yell.  I gasped helplessly, then finally
caught my breath and took several hard panting breaths.

"Are you having a nice time?" Miss Hooker asked, smiling.

"Sure, this is great!" Fred told her, chuckling.  "We're really
enjoying it.  Aren't we, Karen?"

I managed to nod.

She laughed.  "Good.  There's still plenty of time left, so try
everything you like."

"We will.  Thanks!"

She left, and Fred patted my buttocks firmly.  "Does that still hurt?"
he asked me conversationally.

"A little," I sniffled.

He chuckled, and went back to the table again.  I watched him put the
whip back, then he came back with a bar of some kind, and some laces.
He moved behind me, then I felt my feet being tied to it, set wide
apart.  He turned me around.  "I thought I might like to feel your
pussy," he told me.  "Would you like that?"

"Yes, please!" I said as eagerly and cooperatively as I could manage.
It surely sounded a lot better than being whipped!

He roughly probed his fingers into me.  "Karen, you horny slut, you're
all wet inside.  Did you know that?" he asked, grinning.

"I'm horny!" I admitted, blushing hard.

"You must like being treated a little roughly.  Is this the first time
you've had this kind of stuff done to you?"

"Not... exactly," I admitted, "but you're the first one who's ever
been *this* rough with me!"  I smiled at him.

"Maybe if you come over to my house sometime, leave your clothes on
the porch, and beg me on your hands and knees to do it more, I'll let
you feel like this again.  Maybe all night."

"I'll look forward to it!" I said eagerly.  I imagined myself doing it
just as he'd said, and shivered with an intense warm feeling.

"15 minutes, class," Miss Hooker announced.

Fred went back to the table one more time, and came back with a butt
plug.  He showed it to me.  "Want to feel that?" he asked, grinning.

I gulped hard.  "Okay," I consented reluctantly, but afraid to refuse.

He slid it into my pussy a few times, and I moaned helplessly, almost
having an orgasm.  Then he turned me around, and started edging the
plug into my anus.  I gasped, but was helpless to get away from it.
It hurt awfully, and I sobbed, but he didn't stop.  He pushed it hard
into me, then further in, and further yet.  And amazingly, I felt
myself having an orgasm.

"We'll leave it in for a few minutes," Fred told me, and unfastened me
from the ceiling hook.  He lowered me onto a mat on the floor.  As my
butt lowered to the floor, I felt the butt plug pushing harder, and so
I lifted up with my hips.

Fred laughed and lowered his pants, then went directly onto me,
ramming himself into my wide open pussy.  Every time he'd thrust down,
I'd feel a shooting pain from the butt plug, and thrust back up.  I
came again, then again, and a long, slow, lingering time once more.
Finally he came, too, and I felt his hot cum spurting into me.  I
couldn't thrust up any more, and lay flat against the floor with him
laying on top of me, with the butt plug sharply pressing into my
behind.

He stood up, then pulled me to my feet, and yanked it out, finally.  I
groaned and started rubbing my behind, then stopped suddenly, and
looked at him anxiously.

"Oh.  Go ahead," he chuckled.  "You were a pretty good lay."

I giggled and resumed rubbing myself, while he removed the bar holding
my ankles apart, and then finally removed the collar.

"Are there whip marks all over me?" I asked him timidly.

He looked.  "Nope... well, a few really light ones.  They look like
they'll be gone in a minute or two."

"I'd better run down to the locker room and have a shower before
lunch," I said as the bell rang, and smiled at him.  "Thanks for...
thanks!"

"Don't forget what we discussed!" he called after me.  "About the
porch and you on your knees!"

I giggled and waved.  The door was unlocked, so I hurried down the
hall.  I didn't know where the box of clothing had been taken, but all
I was missing was my shoes and socks anyway.

I took a shower in the boy's locker room, then toweled off and hurried
to the lunch room.  Jeff and Rick were looking for me, and joined me
in the lunch line.

"Quite a biology session, huh?" Jeff exclaimed, grinning.

"It was the wildest class session I ever thought I'd have," I nodded,
smiling.  "It was a little painful, though."

"A little?  I saw that guy Fred, beating you with the whip and all
that stuff," Rick said.  He looked at me.  "It did look like you
enjoyed it..."

"I didn't have much choice!" I pointed out.  "What did you guys do
with the girls you had for the class?"

"Um..."  "Well..." They both looked sheepish.

I grinned.  "I'm sure they enjoyed it as much as you did, right?" I
teased them.

"Want to come over to my place and spend the weekend as our slave?"
Jeff asked me.

"Strangely, it's not the first offer like that I've had," I said.  I
blushed a little.  "I'm not sure about this weekend," I said.  "But...
I... I might enjoy taking you up on it *some* weekend."  I looked at
them timidly.

"That would be wonderful!" Rick said eagerly.  "Will you really?"

"I might," I nodded.  "If you'd like me to.  But please don't let it
get around, okay?"

They agreed they would not.

We'd finished eating, and went for a walk in the hallway.

"Is your other promise to us still good?" Jeff asked me.

"I guess.  What one?" I asked him, blushing.

"About getting a feel any time we want?"

I blushed, but put my hands behind my head and stood facing him.
"I promised," I affirmed.

Jeff chuckled, and reached for my chest.  Rick stroked my behind at
the same time.

"Hey, I had a question for you," I suddenly remembered.  "What
happened to all the girl's clothes?  My shoes and socks are in there!"

"You have to go back to the biology classroom to get them," Jeff told
me.  "The janitors were a little late bringing them back.  Six of the
girls didn't get theirs before they had to go to their next class, and
had to leave, naked!"

I giggled.  "How shocking."

"There are quite a few girls running around with no clothes now," Rick
observed.

"Yeah," I nodded.  "I've noticed that.  All the teachers seem to be
taking away clothes from girls, or even from the guys."  I told them
about the naked gym class I'd had.

"We'd better let you pick up your shoes and socks before your next
class," Jeff said reluctantly.  They walked with me back to the
biology room, and watched me put my shoes and socks on.

"ATTENTION!"  The announcement came out over the intercom.  "All
students should report to the assembly room instead of their regularly
scheduled class.  Repeat, all students should report to the assembly
room instead of their next class."

"I guess we'll get to see how many girls there are who are naked!"
Rick grinned.

The three of us went to the assembly room together.  I was directed to
go up on the stage.  The guys left me to take seats.  All of us were
given a yearbook-style book.  As I looked at it, I gulped; it was
Harold's photography of me and other girls who'd been required to strip.
I was prominently featured on the cover, sliding my pants down and
otherwise naked, smiling timidly at the camera!

There were several girls on the stage already... all of them naked or
wearing just shoes and socks.  Within the next few minutes, another
couple of dozen girls went up on the stage, all naked.  I saw some of
the cheerleaders go up by the stage, strip and leave their clothes in
the front row, then come up to join us.

It was embarrassing standing naked on the stage in front of the whole
school, but I was getting pretty used to embarrassing situations.
Also, there was plenty of company; there were about 30 girls up there
with me, and all of them were wearing shoes and socks like me, or
nothing at all.  I saw that a lot of them were a lot more
uncomfortable than I was.

I was looking forward to being done with school for the week.  I'd
finally get to put on some clothes, which would be very nice!  Once I
got home... I remembered I'd come to school naked.  I giggled a
little.  It would be soon enough.

I thought about what was going to happen next with my life.  I could
still come to school naked, if I wanted to.  I giggled at the thought.
It might not be too bad if I could get dressed again whenever I wanted.
I could go naked any time I wanted, anywhere at all.

I also thought about sex.  I'd definitely had a wild, exciting day
sexually, starting at Roger's house in the morning, and including gym
class and biology class.  A lot of it hadn't exactly been consensual.
But I had to admit, I'd enjoyed it just as much as if it had been, and
I suspected when I had time to think about it, I'd be admitting to
myself I'd enjoyed it more.  The thoughts of kneeling naked at Fred's
door and begging for him to do what he wanted, or spending a weekend
as a slave for Jeff and Rick, were terrifying in a way.  And if I
could only get up the nerve, I knew I'd do them both.

The assembly finally got started.  Mr. Harrison, the principal,
started out by dryly explaining the changes in school policies.  He
started out by outlining that all girl's athletics would be performed
in the nude; this drew applause.

Then he brought the cheerleaders to the front of the stage, all of them
naked, and explained they would perform their duties in the nude as well.
This drew more applause.

He went on to introduce the 10 of us girls who had been required to
attend classes naked for the week, and again, the students applauded
and cheered.  He explained about us being required to remain naked in
school for the whole week, and commended each of us for making it
through the week.

Then he introduced a few other girls, such as Melissa and Gloria from
my gym class, who had been required to go without clothing for various
reasons.  The freshman girl who'd been taken to the hospital on Monday
was also introduced in this group.  There were 7 girls in this group.
They were very nervous, even more so than the rest of us.  "These young
ladies, we have decided, need a little more practice," Mr.  Harrison told
the assembly.  "We've decided they will all be required to attend school
without clothing through next week, then we will review their progress
and make any additional determinations at that time."

There was a big cheer from most of the students when he said that.
The seven girls looked pretty dismayed, though, I noticed.

He smiled and went on.  "We'll also be meeting with their parents, to
recommend to them that each of these young ladies be encouraged to spend
time outside of school without clothing, and in sexual situations.  We're
sending out a newsletter to the homes of all of the students to provide
recommendations along these lines."

There was a short break.  "If you young ladies could please remove
your shoes, socks, and other items you still may be wearing, we'd
appreciate it very much," the assistant principal said, smiling.

I complied, leaving my shoes and socks at the back of the stage, and so
did the others who were wearing shoes and socks.

"The second half of our assembly today is for Miss Nude Central High,"
Mr. Harrison announced.  "If any of the other young ladies would like
to join and participate, you may feel free to join these contestants
at this time by removing your clothes and coming up onto the stage."

"The prizes are as follows," he said.  "The third place contestant will
be given a 1 year $1000 scholarship  and a free weekend for herself and
three friends at a hotel anywhere in the state.  The runner-up will be
given a 4 year, $500 per year scholarship, a free weekend at a hotel
anywhere in the state for herself and three friends, and limousine
service for that weekend.  The winner will receive a $2500 per year
scholarship for 4 years, and a weeklong trip to any destination in the
state with free hotel and limousine transportation.  All of the
finalists will receive some other minor items such as gift
certificates from local stores."

A couple of girls volunteered; they giggled and stripped and hurried
toward the stage.

"We will first narrow down the field to 10 semi-finalists," he went
on.  "Contestants, please stand at the edge of the stage so the
student body can judge you."

We all had to pose in front of the students, who had been given forms;
they were to select the 10 girls they wanted to see as finalists.
The judging was done speedily; the whole process took only a few
minutes.

Mr. Harrison stepped up to the podium again, and we moved to the back
of the stage.  He called out the names of the 10 finalists, who had to
come back out on the stage.  I was one of the finalists.

"The rest of you ladies can get dressed if you wish and if you have
clothes available, and then find seats," he told them.  "Thank you
for participating!"

Some of the finalists complained under their breaths.  Melissa from
my morning gym class was unhappy to still have to be standing naked in
front of everyone.  The freshman girl was teary-eyed.  Gloria was
giggling, uncomfortable but making the best of her experience.  I was
trying to be like that as well.  One of the girls was jumping up and
down with excitement.  I had to admire her spirit.

Mr. Harrison then had each of us stand in front of the podium for a
minute while he pointed out various virtues to be considered for each
of the girls.  About me, he said:

"Miss Wagner has the nicest breasts among the finalists," he said of
me.  "She's got a pretty, attractive blush, and fine, long blonde
hair.  She's been making an exceptional effort all week, which should
be considered.  She spent an hour after school posing unclothed for
photographer Harold Hinnis.  She has also been seen displaying her
evident charms around town on several different days, and has granted
minor sexual favors to students and others throughout the week."

A second round of voting was done by the students, and I was picked as
a finalist.  So was the reluctant Melissa.  There was a 3rd finalist
as well.

We each had to speak to the students for 3 minutes about "What I
learned by attending school in the nude this week."  My speech was the
last one.  Melissa went first and stammered terribly through addressing
the students.  The other girl, Angela, masturbated on the stage while
panting into the microphone.  I decided to stick to the topic if I
could.

"I learned that it can be fun as well as exciting to step outside of
your boundaries and your comfort zone," I began.  "I found out that,
while it can be very embarrassing and difficult to be placed into a
new and frightening situation, such as attending school while naked,
it has it's rewards as well.  The number of people who reached out to
touch me this week was really impressive."

There was laughter.  I smiled bravely and continued.

"I learned about new terms to me, such as 'blow job' and 'butt plug'.
Because of the program under which I was required to leave my clothing
at the school door, I personally enjoyed both of these.  I experienced
fondling by over 50 people, exposure to almost every student,
penetration of my vagina by around 20 guys, of my anus by 4, and a
brief lesbian encounter.  Each of these was arousing and exciting.
Some of them were *delightful*!"

There was widespread applause.  I smiled at the assembly nervously.

"Because of my experiences in school this week, I'll certainly be more
interested in experimenting in the future.  I'll take my clothes off
in front of people occasionally, when asked or sometimes without being
asked.  I'll perform different tasks in the nude, such as mowing the
lawn and washing the car.  My default answer, when asked if I'd like
to have sex, is not going to be, 'Of course not' any more.  And
probably nothing will ever be too weird for me again."

I got a standing ovation.

The judges were Mr. Harrison, the art teacher Mrs. Hansen, Mr. Roquette,
and Miss Hooker.  Melissa, Angela and I waited on the stage until they
came back.  First Angela, then I, and finally even Melissa, took
suggestions from the crowd on poses for us to do while we waited.

Mr. Harrison came back to announce the results.  Angela drew 3rd
place.  Melissa was the runner-up, which made me the winner!

I got another standing ovation, hugs from the other two finalists, and
had to step to the microphone for a quick "Thanks to everyone!"  I was
given a big bouquet of roses, and posed with them for a series of
pictures.  I handed them to Melissa, who accepted them gratefully, as
they allowed her to cover herself from view by the crowd.

It didn't last for much longer, though.  "The assembly is complete,"
Mr. Harrison announced finally.  "Students do not need to return to
classes.  Girls who have had clothing taken from them during the day
today can stop by the office to have clothing items returned to them.
We'll all look forward to Monday, when a new list of girls will be
selected to attend school naked.  Thanks very much to all of those who
participated this week!"

I sighed in relief.  Finally, it was over!  I was one of the last ones
out of the school, by the time I found and put my shoes and socks back
on and followed the crowd out of the auditorium.  I was accompanied on
the way home by a group of several guys, and I stood outside talking
with them for a while after I got home.

"Look guys," I told them all, smiling.  "Come on by anytime.  I might
answer the door in the nude.  I might invite you in while I take a
shower.  I might be moving the lawn or washing the car in the nude; if
I am, I promise to stay that way until I'm done and you can watch all
you like.  I'll be naked or at least not fully dressed quite a lot of
the time, in school and out of it!  You'll get more chances, I
promise.  But for now, I want to have a break for a while.  Okay?"

They grumbled a little; they'd wanted to try to get me to participate
in more adventurous activities, sexual ones and with no clothes on.

I stayed a little longer and gave each of them a warm, naked hug and
kiss, then darted inside the house.  I hurried upstairs and got dressed
in underwear, bra, jeans and a sweatshirt, and shoes and socks, and
spent the rest of the evening in relaxed comfort.

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