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 ï>¿Underpants Amy by Mr.  Flip

   Author's note: This story was inspired by two of my favorite stories on
this site: DonnyLaja's "Unintentional Nudist" and Katie's "Surprise
Assembly".  Tami Smithers is mentioned in this story, but she is not the
main character.

   Underpants Amy - Day 1

   May 1, Tuesday

   Chapter 1 - Meeting on the Patio

   Eva was enjoying the nice spring Tuesday afternoon.  She was sitting
naked at the small picnic table on the secluded patio smoking a cigarette.
Strictly speaking, she wasn't permitted to be here or to be smoking, but
she had a little bit of a rebellious streak in her that caused her to push
things to the limit.  And sunny warm spring days like this were very rare
in upstate New Hampshire, and she wanted to take full advantage.  She loved
the feel of the warm rays on her nude body. Eva Cobb was a fourth-year
student at Bancroft University in the small town of Crockett's Bridge, New
Hampshire.  She was kind of known as the campus nude, because she often
wandered around naked in the hallways of Wakefield Hall where all of the
art studios were located.  She was the nude model for the figure drawing
classes as well as some of the more advanced painting classes.  The school
allowed her to be naked only in this building, but on nice days like this,
she sneaked into this patio area adjacent to Wakefield.  Hardly anyone ever
came out here, because the only access to it was from the faculty break
room, which was also rarely used because it was down an
out-of-the-mainstream hallway in the building.  She also occasionally sat
naked on the much more public front porch of Wakefield, because she was
somewhat of an exhibitionist.  She liked to show off her beautiful naked
body to the world, but she felt uncomfortable when someone was obviously
ogling her.  Eva knew that this seemed to be a contradiction, but that's
the way she really felt. One of the people who she thought stared at her
too much was Chancellor Calvin Knoxx, the head man at this prestigious
institution.  Eva thought Knoxx was a somewhat handsome man; he was about
6'2" tall and was in his mid-50's.  But he seemed to show up at Wakefield
Hall more often than really necessary, and he would sometimes sit down and
talk with Eva on the front porch or on the hallway benches.  Sometimes she
would wear a light robe during these conversations, but usually she was
completely naked, and she could feel his eyes drift to her breasts and
pussy.  In spite of this, the 21-year old Eva kind of liked the old coot;
they had some interesting and funny conversations about a wide range of
topics. Eva had first met him almost four years ago after she was
apprehended for streaking down a campus street during her first semester at
Bancroft.  The campus cops had given her some sweat clothes to wear and
then brought her to Knoxx's office in Kameron Hall, the university's
administration building. At that time, there was no rule against streaking,
but there was a general "acceptable conduct" rule that the campus cops said
they were enforcing.  The cops ushered her into Knoxx's office without a
formal appointment, and she was surprised to see one of her instructors,
Dr. Marie Whiteside, chatting with him.  Eva was an art history major, and
she was taking a first-year drawing class from Whiteside.  Eva expected
Whiteside to leave so that Knoxx could discipline Eva alone, but he invited
the instructor to stay, because Whiteside knew Eva.  But Eva could tell by
the way Whiteside and Knoxx talked to each other that they were more than
just colleagues.  Even now four years later, she wasn't sure if they were
having an affair, but the two were obviously close friends. In that
meeting, Eva was scared, because she thought she would be expelled, but she
was surprised how informal, almost light-hearted, the meeting was.  Knoxx
didn't seem to know how to handle the situation, and so he just had her sit
in his office and all three of them, Knoxx, Whiteside, and Eva, discussed
it. The only punishment that Knoxx imposed was that Eva would have to serve
as the nude model for one of Whiteside's classes, once a week.  Eva didn't
consider that to be much of a punishment at all, because she soon realized
that it was actually fun - and they even paid her $40 per hour for doing
it. And within a few weeks, she was posing two or three times a week.  And
now almost four years later, she was doing ten hours per week. But shortly
after that first meeting, the university implemented an explicit
no-streaking rule with expulsion as the punishment.  Also, they formed a
Discipline Committee to deal with offenders of that rule as well as other
rules.  Eva suspected that her streaking was the impetus for the new rule
as well as the formation of the committee, but she didn't know for sure.
During a morning lecture today, she had noticed some other students
glancing at her and whispering; she couldn't hear everything they were
saying, but she did hear the words "streaking" and "captured".  She didn't
worry too much about it, because she wasn't involved this time.  But she
was still stunned when she saw the patio door open and a naked woman walked
out into the patio.  The other woman was a pretty dark-haired girl with
Asian features; Eva had previously seen her around campus dressed in normal
student clothes, but Eva did not know who she was.  But now the other woman
was just as naked as Eva was! There was an awkward moment as they looked at
each other, and Eva thought about just getting up and going back in the
building.  But the other girl was crying and said, "Hi, Eva, I'm Amy
Suzuki. Could I please talk with you?" Now, Eva could see that the other
girl was really upset, and Eva put out her cigarette and said, "Sure. 
Please sit down.  This is a private spot; we can talk here." The two girls
were very different in appearance.  Eva had shoulder-length honey-blonde
hair and lightly tanned skin, blue eyes, 36C breasts, and a shaved pussy.
Eva guessed that Amy was of Japanese descent, although she hadn't detected
any accent in their brief conversation so far.  Amy had long dark hair that
was almost black but had just a hint of brown in it; it trailed part way
down her back.  And she had dark brown eyes, 34C breasts, and a full pubic
bush also of very dark hair.  She was an inch or so taller than Eva but a
tiny bit thinner.  But both of the young ladies were strikingly beautiful -
each in their own way. Eva started to say, "Okay, what can I . . ." But Amy
started to sob harder and talk at the same time, and all Eva could make out
were things like "streaking . . .  Wendy stole my clothes . . .  security
guard . . .  handcuffs . . .  took my panties . . .  punishment . . . 
graduation . . .  meeting with Chancellor." Eva reached over and tried to
comfort Amy by holding her hands, and Eva said, "Hey, hey, it's all right.
Please just rest for a moment, and then slowly tell me the story." It took
a minute or so for Amy to regain more composure, and then she told Eva her
story.

   Chapter 2 - Caught in the Act

   Last night, Amy had been studying with her friend, Wendy Chang, and
afterwards, they decided to get a beer at a bar near campus.  Both of them
were seniors and were about to graduate.  They were laughing and having a
good time, and the conversation somehow turned to silly things that they
could do before they left Bancroft.  And Wendy says, "Well, we could streak
naked across the campus quad." Amy giggled and said, "Oh, I could never do
that.  I'd be too embarrassed if I got caught." Wendy said, "Oh come on,
you'd never get caught.  There have been a bunch of streakers this year,
and none of them have been caught.  Even I streaked by the Student Union
last October." The last part wasn't true, but Amy didn't know that. Amy
laughed, "Hey, Wendy, that must have been quite a sight to see your big
bare boobs bouncing around.  But you really didn't get caught?" "No, nobody
cared.  Come on, if I can do it, you can, too!" Amy giggled and said,
"Okay, if you'll watch my clothes, I'll do it." Wendy stood and said, "Oh
goodie, let's go.  But first I've got to go to the restroom.  Wait for me
at the front door." Amy got up and walked to the door, and as Wendy walked
back to the restroom, she smiled to herself, got out her cell phone, and
made a call. A few minutes later, the two left the bar and walked back to
the main part of campus.  It was about 11:30 and no one was around as they
found a large bush next to the administration building, Kameron Hall. Amy
said, "Okay, this looks like a good spot." And she started to take off her
clothes - jacket, T-shirt, sneakers, socks, jeans, and bra.  As she stood
there with only her brief flesh-toned panties on, she paused and asked, "Do
you think I should wear my sneakers?" Wendy said, "No, streaking means
completely naked.  Here, fold your clothes and put the sneakers on top. 
Okay, lose the panties, and run, you crazy lady!" Amy slid the panties down
her long legs, bent over, folded her clothes into a neat pile, and put the
panties on top the shoes. Amy was now totally naked, and she felt her
nipples hardening and an excited tingle between her legs.  And she said,
"All right, Wendy, you watch my clothes while I run around the quad.  I
should be back in 5 minutes or less." And she peeked out from behind the
bush to make sure no one was there, and she took off in a sprint around the
big quad. Now that she was alone, Wendy pulled out her cell phone again,
made another phone call, and only said "Northwest corner of Kameron. 
You've got about 5 minutes to get here." For a couple of minutes, Wendy
smiled deviously as she watched the faint outline of the naked female
running around the quad.  When Amy was a hundred yards or so away, Wendy
saw another figure approaching the scene and Wendy picked up the stack of
clothes and started running away.  But she didn't notice that Amy's panties
had fallen from the stack and landed off to the side just under the bush.
Amy was startled to see Wendy running away, and yelled, "Hey, Wendy, where
are you going?  I need the flashlight." But Wendy kept running with the
pile of clothes under her arm.  Amy was crying as she returned to the big
bush, and she frantically looked around for the stack of clothes.  It was
very dark behind the big bush, and Amy tried feeling around for her
clothes. But they were not where she had left them only a few minutes
earlier.  And she yelled again at Wendy, "Hey, you bitch, come back here
with my clothes." But just then two things happened simultaneously.  She
spotted her panties laying a little ways away, and she saw an approaching
flashlight.  She grabbed her panties and quickly pulled them on.  Just as
the panties were almost all the way up, a security guard appeared and
shined the flashlight on her almost naked body. He shouted, "Hold it right
there.  Campus security.  Put up your hands where I can see them." Amy
immediately obeyed his order and raised her hands leaving her panties
almost all the way up, but not quite.  There was just a bit of pubic hair
showing above the top of the bare-colored panties. He said, "I'm Officer
Olsen of the campus security force.  Who are you and what are you doing
here?" Amy was really scared now.  She was almost naked and a bright light
was shining in her face.  "I'm Amy Suzuki; I'm a student here.  We were
just having some fun." "Okay", he said, "What do you mean 'we'?  I don't
see anyone else here." Amy said, "Well, my friend, Wendy was here a minute
ago.  Didn't you see her?" He said, "No, but I did hear you yell at someone
in a not-so-very-nice manner.  Is she really your friend?" She sighed and
said, "I guess she wasn't as nice a person as I thought.  But how did you
find me back in here?" He said, "I was just making my rounds when I saw
someone running and then I heard you yelling." Actually, Wendy had called
him on the phone and told him where to go. He continued, "Okay, I'm going
to have to detain you, because you were streaking and that is a serious
offense here on campus.  I'm going to come over there and cuff your hands.
Please take it easy, okay?" He walked over to her and said, "All right,
please take your hands down now and put them behind your back.  I'm going
to use these FlexiCuffs to tie your hands; these are basically just big
cable ties like electricians use.  They won't hurt you, but you won't be
able to get out of them until I undo them for you." She did as ordered, and
he attached the cuffs and turned her around to face him.  He stepped back a
little bit and then scanned her mostly naked body with his flashlight.  He
paused a bit to look at both of her bare boobs and her rock hard nipples.
And he paused again to look at the panties with the pubic hair peeking out
above the top rim. He said, "You know, ma'am, as I said a minute ago, there
is a university rule against streaking.  We have been given strict rules
that we must follow when we apprehend a streaker such as yourself.  We are
required to cuff them and bring them to the security office.  And I'm sorry
to tell you that we are also required to bring them in naked because they
were streaking.  So, I apologize but I'm going to have to remove your
panties now." Amy was stunned and took a small step back.  But he came up
to her, bent down, and slowly pulled her panties down.  As she stepped out
of them, he repeated, "Oh Miss Suzuki, I am really, really sorry about
that, but rules are rules.  I'll keep your panties in my pocket and they
will be returned to you.  But for now you must remain naked.  Now, please
come this way and we'll walk back to the security office.  It's about a
quarter mile from here, but it will only take us about 10 minutes." Amy was
in a daze as they walked silently to the security office.  The cool spring
air seemed to tighten her nipples even more than they were before.  And the
tingle in her pussy increased; she felt a bit of dampness down there. They
arrived at the brightly lit security office, and the guard yelled, "Hey,
boss, come out here, we got ourselves a streaker over by Kameron.  A very
pretty streaker." An older gentleman appeared from the back room and said,
"Well, well, well.  What do we have here?  I'm Officer Sweeney, the late
shift Officer in Charge." He looked the naked helpless girl up and down
several times, but seemed to focus on her pussy. Sweeney went on, "Okay, I
need to tell you what the rules are and what's going to happen to you.  I'm
going to write up a report, and then we will take you home.  But you are to
remain naked the entire time that you are here and while you are home. 
Then, tomorrow morning, you will report naked to the Chancellor's office to
hear your punishment.  Unless you hear different from us or Dr.  Knoxx,
that meeting will be at 10 AM.  The Chancellor's office is in the
administration building, Kameron Hall, which you should have no trouble
finding in broad daylight after finding it in the pitch black of nighttime.
You should expect to be expelled from this fine university.  This is the
usual penalty for streaking, but only the Chancellor can make that call. 
But remember you are to remain naked until the completion of that meeting
tomorrow morning.  Okay, I'm going to take you into the back room and I'll
type up a report.  Any questions?" Amy slumped her head and quietly asked,
"Can you please remove these handcuffs?" As Sweeney guided her by her elbow
into the back room, he said, "Sorry, Miss, but the cuffs stay on for now."
Amy then asked, "But can I use the bathroom?  I need to pee." Again Sweeney
said, "Sorry, again.  But we don't have a female officer on duty tonight to
escort you, and the rules say that detainees must be accompanied to the
restroom by an officer of the same sex.  So, you'll just have to hold it
til you get home." Amy thought, "Well, you two guys have got an eyeful of
my totally naked body, and watching me sit on the toilet would only be a
tiny step further embarrassing." But she just sighed as she started to sit
down next to the desk in the back room, but Sweeney said, "Wait, please
stand over there in front of the white wall while I take the pictures that
will be part of the report." Amy was stunned, but she did as he asked. 
Sweeney got the digital camera from the desk drawer, stood back, and took a
full frontal photo of the nude girl plus a close-up of her face.  Then, he
had her turn so that he could take a nude profile photo of her.  Amy was
embarrassed at having mug shots taken of her just like they do for hardened
criminals and she thought to herself, "But those hardened criminals get to
keep their clothes on.  My mug shots are all nude with my hands tied behind
my back." Sweeney guided her to the chair beside the desk, and she sat down
with her bare bottom on the cold metal chair. Sweeney said, "Okay, let's
get started on the report.  This should take only a few minutes.  What is
your name and address?  If you're a student, what are your major and your
home address?  Also, your age." Amy replied, "Amelia Suzuki, but everybody
calls me Amy.  I live in the dorm, 423 Blankenship Hall.  I'm a senior
majoring in journalism.  My home address is 7245 East 40th Street, Warwick,
Rhode Island.  I'm 22 years old; I just turned 22 a few weeks ago." Sweeney
continued to ask questions.  Telephone numbers?  Previous offenses? 
Driver's license number?  Etc. Amy quickly answered as best she could.  She
gave him her cell phone and landline numbers.  She said that her only
previous offense was a jaywalking violation when she was a sophomore.  But
she didn't know her driver's license number, since her wallet had been
stolen by Wendy. Sweeney finally said, "Okay, Miss Suzuki, that's all for
this evening.  We'll give you a ride back to the dorm.  But since you're
naked, where is your key to your dorm room?  Can your roommate let you in?"
Amy shook her head and said, "No, my room key was taken with my clothes,
and my roommate is out of town for a few days on a field trip.  I do have a
spare room key, but it's in my desk in my room." Sweeney answered, "Oh
dear, we'll have to find the master key somehow.  We'll call your resident
advisor.  Who is your R.A.?" Amy said, "Kelly Stubbins.  Her phone number
is 603-555-9367." Sweeney made the phone call and after hanging up said,
"Okay, Officer Olsen will take you home.  Remember, you are to remain naked
tonight and tomorrow morning, and then you are to report nude to the
Chancellor's office at 10AM.  And Miss Suzuki, let me say, I'm very sorry
that this happened to you, but you made a very bad mistake tonight, and
you'll be punished for that.  Good night." Olsen led Amy out the front
door; Amy was in front and she could feel the security officer's eyes on
her ass as they approached the patrol car.  Amy was still naked and
handcuffed as she was helped into the back seat of the car. It only took a
few minutes to drive to Blankenship Hall, and as they approached, Amy could
see that there were many people in the lobby even though it was just after
midnight.  She thought, "This is going to be so humiliating.  Walking naked
and cuffed into that throng of people that I know." But there was nothing
she could do about that. The officer helped her out of car, and opened the
lobby door for her.  They stepped into the crowd of people.  She noticed
that it was mostly guys from the men's wing of the dorm, but there were a
few girls, too, including some of her friends.  She blushed a bright red as
Olsen led her to the front desk.  Olsen asked the overnight receptionist,
"Please call Kelly Stubbins to come down and take charge of Miss Suzuki."
They had to wait a few minutes for Stubbins, and the time passed very
slowly for Amy.  She had tears in her eyes as her friends asked her what
had happened.  And she felt the men staring at her body with all of her
endowments on full naked display.  And she really needed to pee now; she
tightened her legs together and slowly twisted about to hold it in.
Stubbins appeared with a smirk on her face.  Amy had never really liked
Kelly Stubbins and Kelly knew it.  Stubbins said, "Okay, Suzuki, what the
hell have you done now?  Your antics have caused me to be awakened from a
sound sleep, and I am pissed." Everybody knew that Amy was not a
troublemaker, but Stubbins was going to get as much mileage out of this
incident as possible. Olsen said, "Miss Stubbins, I'm going to uncuff Miss
Suzuki now.  And then I want you to let her into her room using your pass
key.  She is to remain naked tonight and in the morning.  Then she'll
report, still naked, to the administration building for a meeting with the
Chancellor at 10 AM.  But for now, there is no need to make an even bigger
deal of out this than there already is.  Do you understand?" And Olsen
unhooked the cable ties so that Amy's hands were free. Kelly said snidely,
"Yes, officer, I understand.  I will see that this lady and her pretty
little ass are escorted to her room." As Amy rubbed her wrists, Kelly
grabbed her arm and said, "Come on, nudie, let's go." And she guided Amy
over to the elevators. Amy looked over her shoulder at Officer Olsen and
with a smile on her face said, "Thanks, I guess." Olsen smiled back at her
and got one last look at that cute little butt. They rode the elevator in
silence up to the fourth floor.  Followed by a silent walk down the hall to
Amy's room.  Stubbins unlocked the door, and as Amy stepped in, Kelly
spanked Amy on her butt. Amy yelped, "Hey, that wasn't necessary." Kelly
scowled, "Yes, it was, you stuck-up, goody-two-shoes, bitch.  Now, I hope
they throw the book at you." And she slammed the door. Amy was now alone in
her room still stunned by the events of the last hour.  She thought, "Has
it only been an hour, since I was a normal person?  It seems like it's been
forever, but it's really just starting." She had no idea what was going to
happen next. But the first thing she needed to do was to pee.  She opened
her closet door and grabbed her robe before remembering that she had to
remain naked until the meeting in the morning.  She sighed and reluctantly
re-hung the robe on its hook.  She needed to walk naked down the hall to
the bathroom to do her business. She sucked in her breath thrusting her
breasts out, slowly opened the door, and looked out in the hallway.  There
were a few girls returning to their rooms after viewing the excitement in
the lobby a few minutes before.  But Amy couldn't wait any longer, and she
stepped out and closed the door behind her making sure that it stayed
unlocked.  The girls in the hallway just said, "Hi, Amy" as the naked girl
passed them on the way to the bathroom. Amy was relieved to get her bladder
emptied and she walked back to her room without any further incidents. She
sat down on her bed and buried her head in her hands.  She said aloud to
herself, "Oh shit, what have I done?  If I get expelled in a few hours, I
won't be able to graduate, and my job at the Boston area newspaper chain
will go up in smoke." She had been so proud of herself for lining up that
job a couple of months ago; journalism jobs were very tough to find during
the current recession. She wished that her roommate, Linda Hathaway, were
here.  They were good friends, and Amy wanted to talk with her.  She also
thought about her boyfriend, Josh Robertson, but they had broken up a few
weeks ago, and so she couldn't talk with him either.  So, Amy was alone in
her thoughts. After a minute or so, she realized that not only had Wendy
stolen her clothes, but she had Amy's pocketbook, keys, cell phone, and
watch as well.  Amy really needed those things back. And so she decided to
call Wendy.  She had thought that Wendy was her friend, but now she'd
betrayed Amy badly.  But Amy needed her keys and wallet.  She was very
angry at Wendy, but she would need to remain somewhat calm during this
call. Amy used her desk phone to dial Wendy.  After several rings, Wendy
answered.  "Hi Wendy, it's me, Amy." Wendy smirked and said, "Hey, how was
your naked romp and your naked visit to the security office?" Amy replied,
"Wendy, I know you took my clothes, but I really need them back.  The
things I need the most are my purse with my wallet and keys plus my phone
and watch, but I really would like my clothes returned, too." Wendy said,
"I can understand the phone and other things, but why do you need clothes.
My understanding is that you are to remain naked and meet with the Dr. 
Knoxx tomorrow - oops, sorry, it's actually today, since it's now after
midnight.  But your skinny clothes don't fit me anyway.  So, I guess I'll
just give them all back to you.  I'll drive over now.  Meet me out front of
Blankenship in let's say 5 minutes.  And you had better be naked.  Bye."
And she hung up on Amy. Amy waited a few minutes and then made the naked
trip to the front entrance.  She used the side stairway to avoid using the
elevator, but she still had to make her way along the first floor hallway
to get to the main front lobby.  There were still some girls in that
hallway, and they just smirked as Amy passed by.  And of course, there were
still several guys in the main lobby.  They had been talking about the
pretty naked girl who had been brought in by the campus cops a few minutes
earlier, and they were pleasantly surprised to see her re-appear from the
hallway door.  They waved at her, and asked her to come over and talk with
them.  But Amy just said, "Sorry, I've got to meet someone out front." And
she went out the front door and stood by the curb. Amy could feel the guys
looking at her through the glass doors, but fortunately, they decided not
to come out and try to talk with her outside.  Since she didn't have her
watch, she didn't know exactly how much time passed, but it was definitely
more than the 5 minutes that Wendy had said.  It was a bit chilly outside,
and Amy thought about going back inside to wait, but the guys were still in
there.  So, she decided to just tough it out. Finally, after several
uncomfortable minutes, Wendy drove up, stopped, and got out of her car.
"Hey there, naked one", Wendy said with an evil grin on her face. Amy
replied, "Wendy, did you set up this whole thing to get me caught?" Wendy
continued smiling and said, "Sure did." Amy said, "But why?  I thought we
were becoming good friends.  I would never have done such a thing to you."
Wendy said, "Oh, I don't know.  I guess I just get a kick out of seeing
girls being humiliated and naked in public, and you were such an easy mark.
So, here are your clothes.  I don't see your panties here, and I don't know
what happened to them.  Maybe I dropped them somewhere.  But you won't be
needing them anyway.  Have fun at your meeting with Knoxx.  Sleep tight."
And she handed Amy the stack of clothes and the purse, and then she drove
away. Amy turned back into the lobby, and the guys spotted the stack of
clothes.  One of them said, "Hey, Amy, are you going to get dressed for us?
I sure hope not.  I like looking at your naked body." They laughed as Amy
retraced her steps down the hallway and up the stairs to her room. Back in
her room, Amy looked at a clock; it was almost 1 o'clock in the morning. 
But she decided to call her father anyway.  She needed to talk with
someone, and his voice would be comforting. She dialed her parents' number,
and her father answered with a sleepy, "Hullo?" "Hi, Daddy, I'm so sorry to
wake you", she said. "Oh, hi there, sweetie.  Are you all right?  Why are
you calling in the middle of the night?", he said. Amy said, "Oh Daddy, I
did something really, really dumb, and I just need to talk with someone."
"Tell me what's happened, and I'll see if I can help.  You . . .", he
paused in mid-sentence as Amy heard some rustling on the other end of the
line.  He continued, "Your mother wants to talk with you.  Here she is."
Amy's mother says, "Hi, honey, are you okay?  Please tell me you are okay.
Where are you?" "Hi, Mom, yes, I'm fine, and I'm in my dorm room.  But as I
was telling Daddy, I made a really stupid mistake, and I just wanted to get
some calm, level-headed advice from both of you", Amy said. Her mother
said, "O thank heavens, you're okay and in your room.  I'll put your Dad
back on the line.  You know I'm a bit scatter brained, and he's much more
level-headed than I am.  I'll go downstairs and listen on the other phone.
Here's Daddy." He said, "Okay, I'm back.  Let's wait a minute for your Mom
to get on the other line.  But you really are okay?  You're not hurt at
all?" Amy said, "No, Daddy, I'm not hurt.  At least, I'm not physically
hurt.  I . . ." Her mother cut in, "Okay, I'm on the kitchen phone.  Please
Amy, tell us what happened." Amy took a deep breath and almost blurted out,
"I streaked naked across campus, they caught me, and I will probably be
expelled." Her parents gasped.  Amy continued, "Please let me tell you the
story; just listen for a few minutes while I talk." And she described the
incident.  Wendy daring her and then stealing her clothes; the campus
security guard handcuffing her and removing her panties; required nudity;
humiliating exposure in the dorm lobby; meeting with the Chancellor in the
morning.  The whole story. Her father was appalled and said, "You mean to
tell me that the college police treat streakers like that.  They handcuff
them and keep them naked?  And you said he removed your panties while your
hands were cuffed behind you?" Amy said, "Yeah, that's right.  I had just
slipped on my underpants, but he said he had to remove them, since I was
streaking.  And he pulled them down and that left me naked with my hands
cuffed.  It was so embarrassing." He went on, "And you're still naked now,
and you'll have to go naked to the meeting in the morning?" Amy just said,
"Uh-huh." He said, "That's outrageous treatment!  I'm going to call my
lawyer." Amy said, "Daddy, what should I do now?" He calmed down a bit and
said, "Let me call Mr.  Marriott, and I'll call you back shortly.  Just
stay where you are for now." Amy replied, "Okay.  I'll hang up now and wait
for your call.  Bye-bye, Daddy.  Bye-bye, Mom." Amy put down the phone,
picked up her iPod, and selected some soothing classical music to listen to
while she waited. It was about 1:45 AM when her father called back.  He
said, "I just talked with Ken Marriott, and he says that the university is
overstepping its legal bounds here.  He says you need legal assistance
immediately, and he's going to drive up there in the morning.  But he won't
be able to get there til 2 or 3 o'clock in the afternoon.  He wants you to
try to delay the meeting with the Chancellor til approximately 4 PM so that
he can be there with you.  Do you think you can do that?" Amy said, "I
don't know, Dad.  The campus cops didn't make it sound as if I had a lot of
options here." He said, "Okay.  Why don't you do this?  Go to the 10
o'clock meeting as scheduled, but tell the Chancellor that you want legal
representation before he makes a decision about expelling you.  Ask the
Chancellor to set up a meeting in the afternoon with Marriott present. 
With the implied threat of legal action, he should agree to that.  But in
the meantime, please cooperate with them and just follow their silly rules.
That means you'll have to go to the morning meeting in the nude.  Can you
do that?" Amy said, "Yeah, it will be really embarrassing, but it sounds
like the best way to handle it." He said, "Good.  Look, honey, you sound
pretty shook up right now.  Is there someone there you can talk with?  Is
your roommate Linda there now?  How about Josh?  Have you told him about
this yet?  Who's this Wendy person?  What about the R.A.  on your floor
there in the dorm?" Amy said, "No, that's why I called you, because there's
really nobody here right now that can provide a good shoulder to cry on. 
Linda is out of town til Thursday on a field trip.  And the R.A.  is Kelly
Stubbins, but she and I don't get along very well.  I just met Wendy Chang
a few months ago, and I thought she was becoming a good friend, but now
that I know she instigated this whole thing, I won't be talking with her
again." Her Dad said, "What about Josh?  He seems like he would be a good
person to talk with." Amy sighed and said, "Oh Daddy, I've held back
telling you that Josh and I broke up a few weeks ago.  We had an argument,
and we decided to go our separate ways." He said, "Oh, that's too bad. 
Well, your Mom and I are always here for you, and we'll do anything you
want to help you.  Now, you get a good night's sleep and try to tough it
out til Mr.  Marriott gets there tomorrow." Amy said, "Okay.  Oh, one more
thing.  Please don't tell Jason about this yet." Jason was her brother, 2
years younger, and a sophomore at Cornell.  "I don't want him hearing yet
that his big sister made such a stupid blunder.  I'll call him when I know
more." He said, "Okay, we won't say anything yet to him.  Now you go to
bed, and remember that we both love you very much." Amy had tears in her
eyes as she signed off with, "And I love you and Mom so much, too.  Thanks
for your help.  Bye-bye." Amy hung up and looked at the clock.  2 AM.  But
all is not well in her world. She stood in front of the full-length closet
mirror and looked at her naked body.  She had her own private view of it
now, but tomorrow it is going to be on full public display.  She would just
have to be strong to get through this. She looked at the long T-shirt that
she usually wore to bed, but she remembered her Dad's advice about
following the rules.  Even though she was alone in her room, there was a
slight chance that Kelly Stubbins might come in to check on her, and if
Stubbins found her wearing even the T-shirt, she might report it to the
campus cops or to Chancellor Knoxx.  So, Amy flipped off the light and slid
her naked body between the sheets of her bed.  She was crying as she fell
off to sleep.

   Chapter 3 - Meeting the Chancellor

   Amy woke up about 8 AM.  She hadn't slept very soundly, because she knew
the upcoming day would be a hard one.  She decided to skip breakfast to
avoid the inevitable embarrassment at the dining hall; she just nibbled on
a Snickers bar that she had in her desk.  She was trying very hard to put
off having to walk naked on campus.  She'd have to do it soon, but not til
9:45 or so.
She took a shower and made very sure to clean herself thoroughly "down
there".  She'd be on full display for the first time, which would be bad
enough.  But she wanted to avoid offensive odors as well.  She put on
lipstick and a bit of makeup and looked at herself in the mirror.  "I guess

that's as good as a naked girl can do", she thought to herself. Then she
spent about an hour doing homework which was designing a web site for her
Modern Journalism class.  Pretty routine stuff for her.  And she waited for
a phone call that might tell her about a change in the meeting time or
location.  But the phone didn't ring. About 9:40, she started getting
ready. Since she was required to be nude, there wasn't much to do.  But she
did wonder about her backpack.  Was she allowed to wear it?  She wasn't
sure; so, she decided to just load it up with her purse and just the
material for her 11 AM journalism class, and she decided that she would
carry it in her hand rather than on her back.  And she wondered about
wearing shoes, but to be on the safe side, she decided against shoes - she
wanted to follow the rules as closely as possible at least for this first
meeting. And then she summoned up all of her courage, and began the naked
journey to the administration building.  Fortunately, it was a nice spring
day, but it was still a bit cool outside as she left the dorm.  She felt
her nipples harden and her butt cheeks tightened when she heard the
whistles and catcalls from the guys sitting outside the dorm building. She
gathered more stares and whistles as she walked across campus to Kameron
Hall.  When she walked up the steps into the building, she realized that
she didn't know exactly where the Chancellor's office was located.  So, she
had to look around for a building directory; she finally found it, but
there was a crowd of some sort that had congregated in front of the
directory and map.  They gaped at her as she tried to look around and over
them by standing on her tiptoes to read the map.  Her face was beet red
with embarrassment as she said, "Excuse me, can someone tell me where the
Chancellor's office is located?" The mob parted to let her walk up to the
map, and one of the boys in the group said, "Yes, it's on the seventh
floor. Take the elevator up, turn left out of the elevator on the seventh
floor, and go to the end of the hall." And he pointed out the route on the
building map.  She felt all of the eyes focused on her boobs and pussy as
she stood there studying the map. She said, "Thanks", and turned around to
go to the elevator.  Fortunately, she had the car to herself as the
elevator went up to the 7th floor.  As she approached the Chancellor's
office, she realized that she had never met Dr.  Knoxx.  In the four years
that she had been at Bancroft, she had never had an occasion or a reason to
meet the Chancellor, but now here she was completely naked walking into his
office to be punished. Amy pushed open the big door and stepped into the
plush waiting room with its nice deep carpet and leather chairs and
benches. She thought, "Oh God, I feel so out of place here.  Naked in such
a nice place." The room was empty except for the stern looking secretary.
The nameplate on the desk read Lorene Duckworth, Administrative Assistant.
Mrs.  Duckworth looked up and was shocked to see a nude girl standing in
front of her desk.  "May I help you, young lady?", she said with a scornful
look on her face. "Yes, I'm Amelia Suzuki, and campus security told me to
report here at 10 AM for a meeting with Chancellor Knoxx." The secretary
looked at the Chancellor's calendar and confirmed that there was a
discipline hearing scheduled for 10 AM.  She looked at Amy again, scanning
up and down, stopping at her pussy.  She reached into a drawer and pulled
out a roll of paper towels; she tore off two and handed them to Amy. 
"Please put these towels on the leather bench over there and sit down only
on the towels; we don't want to get any 'leakage' stains on the new
furniture.  The Chancellor is running a bit behind, but he will see you in
a few minutes." Amy blushed in embarrassment, but she did as she was told.
She sat there with her hands folded over her pussy and her arms partially
covering her breasts.  She knew it was an awkward looking way to sit, but
it provided at least a bit of cover. After a few minutes, the outer door
opened and a man walked in with a briefcase.  He said, "Good morning, Mrs.
Duckworth.  How are you today?" The secretary said, "Good morning to you,
Mr.  Laird.  I'm fine.  Your schedule for the day is on your computer
screen." As he turned towards his office, he caught sight of the naked girl
sitting on the bench and said, "Well, well, well.  What do we have here?"
And he came over in front of Amy. He reached out his hand and said, "Please
stand up so we can shake hands properly." As Amy stood up, she felt the
paper towel still stuck to her ass; evidently it had worked its way part
way into her crack and got stuck there.  She blushed as she brushed the
towel away; it fell to the floor. He shook her hand and said, "Hello, I'm
Tyson Laird, Vice Chancellor for Legal Affairs for this fine university. 
And what is your name?  And why in heavens name are you here naked?" Amy
continued to blush as his eyes looked her up and down, and she said, "I'm
Amelia Suzuki; people just call me Amy.  I was caught streaking last night,
and I was told to come here for a meeting with the Dr.  Knoxx this morning.
It's nice to meet you." Laird turned to Mrs.  Duckworth and asked, "Lorene,
am I scheduled to be part of the meeting with Ms.  Suzuki?" The secretary
said, "No, Mr.  Laird, but I suppose there's a chance that Dr.  Knoxx will
need you for part of it.  He'll call you, if you're needed." Laird turned
back to Amy and said, "Well, Amy, if I may call you that, this may be our
only interaction.  If so, I wish you well.  Otherwise, we will probably be
seeing each other around campus.  If you are still 'dressed' like this, I'm
certain that I will notice you." He laughed loudly as he went into his
office. Amy turned and started to sit down, but she remembered the towels.
She looked around and noticed that they had fluttered under the table next
to the bench.  She got down on her hands and knees, and as she reached way
back under the table to retrieve the towels, she heard a door open behind
her.  And she heard a man's voice say, "Oh, this must be Miss Suzuki." She
was well aware that her ass and slit were on prominent display to this man
as well as Mrs.  Duckworth. Amy was blushing brightly as she stood up to
face the man with the paper towel still in her right hand. The man said,
"Miss Suzuki, I'm Calvin Knoxx, the Chancellor of Bancroft University.  I
don't believe we've ever met before." He reached out is right hand, and Amy
started to reciprocate but she hesitated when she realized she still held
the paper towel.  She quickly moved it to her left hand and used her right
hand to shake hands with Knoxx. She looked down and quietly said, "Nice to
meet you." He said, "Please come into my office.  I apologize for the
delay, and I'm glad to see that you were on time and are following the
instructions given to you by the security officers last night." Amy looked
around for a trash can for the paper towel, and she spotted one by Mrs. 
Duckworth's desk as she started toward his office.  She dropped the towel
in the trash and moved into his office as he guided her by her elbow.  She
shivered at his light touch. She glanced around his office and noticed that
it was just as elegantly furnished as the waiting room.  She now regretted
throwing away the towel, because she should probably use it again. And
Knoxx thought of that, too, and said, "Sorry, I don't have any more towels
in here.  So, why don't you just stand there in front of my desk?  I'll sit
down while we talk." She moved to the front of the desk as he went around
and sat in his big leather chair facing her.  She realized that her pussy
was in prominent display just above the top edge of his desk, but there was
nothing she could do except to blush some more. He started, "Okay, Miss
Suzuki, you were caught streaking naked on campus grounds last night.  If
I'm correct, you were apprehended just down here", and he pointed to the
corner of the building behind him.  She nodded as he continued, "Well, as
you know, we have firm rules about this, and I'm going to have to expel you
from this fine institution effective immediately.  I see that you are a
senior and you were scheduled to graduate in a few weeks, but now, sadly,
due to your misbehavior you will not be receiving your diploma.  You've had
no disciplinary issues in your four years here, and your grades are very
good.  You were so close, and then you made this silly mistake. 
Unbelievable.  What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?" She
gulped and took in a deep breath which thrust out her breasts and said, "I
am very sorry that I streaked around the quad last night, and I take full
responsibility for my actions.  Since I am so close to graduating, I'd like
to beg you to be lenient with me.  Please punish me in some fashion, but
please let me graduate." He said, "I'm very sorry, but these rules are set
in stone, and I have no choice here.  As of today, you are no longer a
student at Bancroft, and you will not graduate from here.  So, I think
we're done here; you are free to go.  Please get dressed as soon as you
return to your room, and then pack up and clear out your room by the end of
the day.  Any questions?" With tears welling in her eyes, Amy said, "No, I
don't have any questions.  But I spoke with my father last night, and he
would like you to speak with his lawyer before deciding to expel me.  The
lawyer is driving up from Warwick right now, and he will be here about 3
o'clock this afternoon.  He would like to have a meeting with you and me
later today." The mention of a lawyer and the implied threat of a lawsuit
caught Knoxx by surprise.  He paused for a few seconds and then asked,
"He's driving up from Warwick, Rhode Island, today?  Who is he?  Why would
he come such a long way on such short notice?" Amy said, "Yes, he's on his
way here right now.  His name is Ken Marriott; he's served as the lawyer
for my father's accounting firm for several years and he has also served as
my father's personal attorney for a few years now.  He's coming because
he's a good friend of my father's, and my father wants me to be treated
fairly." Knoxx looked her up and down again pausing to stare at her pubic
bush.  He thought to himself, "This is an intelligent young lady who did a
stupid thing.  Maybe we better take this slow." He said to her, "Okay, let
me go have a brief discussion with our legal counsel who is in the next
office.  I will be back in a few minutes.  Please remain where you are."
Knoxx went out the door leaving Amy standing there.  She looked around, and
wondered if there were cameras recording and monitoring her right now; she
suspected that there were.  And the anxiety from this meeting made her
aware that her bladder was full again, and she needed to pee.  Why hadn't
she done that before coming up here?  But she was stuck. A couple of
minutes later, Knoxx returned with Tyson Laird in tow.  Knoxx said, "I
understand that you already met Mr.  Laird a few minutes ago." Amy just
smiled at Laird and nodded.  Laird's eyes scanned her pretty naked body
once again. Knoxx continued, "Mr.  Laird and I have decided that we should
probably meet with you later today when your attorney has arrived.  We want
to make sure that everything is clear to both of you when we expel you. 
How about 5 PM back here in this same room?" Amy was pleasantly surprised
that the threat of legal action had gotten Knoxx to agree to a later
meeting.  She said, "Yes, Dr.  Knoxx, 5 PM will be fine.  Can I go now?"
Knoxx said, "Yes, but remember that you are still under the rules laid out
for you last night.  That is, you are to remain nude for the rest of this
day and for this afternoon's meeting.  Also, you are required to not cover
yourself in any way including with your hands, because your current
punishment for streaking is your embarrassment at being nude in public
today.  Be aware that we have observers around campus who will report to us
if you attempt to cover yourself or hide out the rest of the day.  Any
infractions of those rules will not help your cause at this afternoon's
meeting.  Good day, Miss Suzuki, see you at 5 o'clock." Amy grabbed her
backpack, hurried out of the office, glanced briefly at Mrs.  Duckworth who
was smirking, and did not stop to see who the other people now seated in
the waiting room were.  As soon as she got to the outer hallway, she rushed
past several people as she frantically searched for a women's restroom,
because she was barely holding it in now.  She spotted one near the
elevator, but it had an out-of-order sign on it - the maid was currently
cleaning it.  What to do?  She considered just barging into the restroom
anyway, but decided against it.  She looked at the men's restroom door, but
rejected that option, too. She was really desperate now.  She didn't care
that she was nude in public - she just needed to pee badly.  She quickly
turned her head this way and that.  People were gaping at her, but she
didn't care.  She asked one lady, "Where is there another restroom?" But
the lady just shrugged.  And then Amy spotted the stairway door nearby. 
She thought, "Maybe there is a restroom on the next floor just below here?"
She dashed through the door and down the stairs.  She flung open the door
leading onto the sixth floor and found herself in a busy area with several
attendants at windows, and then she remembered, this is the admissions area
where students come to arrange their class schedules.  Probably these kids
were setting up their summer school schedules.  There was a line of
students at each window, but she brushed passed them at the first window
and yelled at the lady attendant, "Sorry, I'm in a real hurry.  Where is
the closest lady's room?" The attendant said, "Seventh floor, just go up
the stairs.  Why are you naked?" Amy ignored the last part and said, "The
seventh floor restroom is closed for cleaning.  Where's the next one?" The
attendant repeated, "Why are you parading around here naked?  The next
closest one is on the eighth floor." Amy smiled and just waved at her.  She
raced back to the stairway causing another scene in the busy place.  As she
ran up the stairs two at a time, she heard the sixth floor door open again
and some guy yelled up at her, "Nice ass, baby, nice ass!" When she got to
the 8th floor, she opened the door and was relieved to see a quiet hallway,
and thankfully an open women's restroom.  She rushed inside, found a stall,
sat down, and let out a vicious stream of urine. She thought, "Well, Knoxx
was certainly right about embarrassment being part of the punishment.  And
I'll bet he never envisioned such a situation as I just had in the
admissions center.  How embarrassing!"

   Chapter 4 - Naked in Class

   Amy had to hurry to make it to her 11 AM class in Modern Journalism
which was across the quad in Becker Hall.  She arrived at the class room
just as the instructor, Professor Haynesworth, was closing the door.  He
stopped her at the door and quietly says, "Chancellor Knoxx just called me
and let me know about your punishment.  I'm really sorry, but he has asked
me to have you do some sort of presentation in front of class today.  You
are not allowed to use the lectern.  I know that will be embarrassing for
you, but that is what Dr.  Knoxx wants.  So, what I would like you to do is
to go over the homework that I assigned.  Basically, you'll just be doing
my job for the next hour.  You'll lead the discussion.  I have prepared
slides that you can use.  Did you do the homework and are you ready to do
this?" Amy gulped and said, "Oh my, I didn't expect this, but yes, I did
the homework and I'll lead the discussion." Haynesworth said, "Good.  Here
are my slides.  Please look them over quickly for the next couple of
minutes, while I am explaining the situation to the class.  There's a table
on the other side of the room near my desk; you can use that to review the
slides." As Amy looked into the room, another late comer student squeezed
passed her and the instructor.  The student's hand brushed her butt rather
hard from the crack over to her hip.  Amy jumped.  It was probably just an
accident because there wasn't much space between her butt and the door
jamb, but the guy had gotten in a good feel. Amy blushed brightly as she
walked naked across the front of the class room.  There were about 20 of
her classmates already seated. Haynesworth went to the lectern and said,
"Okay, everyone, we've got an unusual situation in class today.  I won't
try to sugarcoat this in any way; I'll just describe it to you as it was
described to me on the phone a few minutes ago.  It seems that Amy here was
caught streaking last night, and she is being punished for doing that.  She
is required to remain nude in public all day today, and the administration
has asked me to have her stand in front of you naked while she leads the
discussion about the homework assignment.  She just found out about this
right now and she is reviewing the slides that I gave her.  As I said, this
is a very strange situation.  I realize that it will be distracting, but
let's all try to concentrate on the discussion, and help Amy get through
this.  We'll give her another minute or two to look over the slides, and
then she'll begin.  Whenever you're ready, Amy." He nodded at her as he sat
down in the front row. Amy looked up from the slides for a moment and
scanned the room.  These were all people that she knew pretty well, because
this was an advanced class that only journalism majors like herself were
required to take.  She had studied with many of them.  And now she was
going to be standing nude in front of them for the next hour.  She saw
smiles on the faces of some of the students, both guys and girls, but there
were scowls on the faces of several of the other women.  This was going to
be tough. Amy glanced at the last few slides and then straightened up and
walked to the front where there was a little stage with the slide projector
on it.  She stepped up onto the stage and turned toward the class.  She
started, "Okay.  First, let me profusely apologize to you and Professor
Haynesworth for putting you and myself in this awkward situation; it was a
very stupid thing for me to do.  But that's all I'm going to say about the
incident or about my nudity today.  So, let's get started with the first
exercise that Professor Haynesworth gave us." The hour passed fairly
quickly once the discussion got rolling.  Amy had to bend over to put each
slide on the projector, and that gave the class a brief view of either her
pretty rear end or her dangling breasts as she adjusted each slide.  She
described how she had attacked and answered each of the assigned questions,
and then asked the other students to contribute additional ideas and
techniques.  At one point, a gnat landed on her right breast just above the
nipple; as she brushed it away with her hand, the class giggled a bit.  And
then she could feel herself getting turned on by the situation; her nipples
were hardening and her pussy was tingling.  She tried very hard to keep her
mind focused on the discussion, but it was difficult. When the bell rang,
Amy gave a deep sigh of relief.  But she then faced the class and bowed
deeply with her pretty breasts hanging on full display in front of her. 
She thought, "Now, why did I do that?  Do I have some exhibitionist
tendencies buried deep inside of me?" Haynesworth stopped her as she was
leaving and said, "Amy, thank you for doing that.  You're a real trooper.
Chancellor Knoxx told me that he is trying to expel you.  I sure hope that
doesn't happen with you so close to your goal of a degree in journalism. 
Do you know if you'll be here on Thursday?" Amy closed her eyes and said,
"No, Professor, I don't know yet.  I'll find out more this afternoon.  I
really hope that I'm here for the final few weeks, but if not, let me say
that I've enjoyed the class.  At least, up until today." They both laughed
nervously as she said the last part. Amy made the long naked walk back
across campus to the dorm.  Several guys along the way tried to stop her
and a few of them asked her out.  But she just kept walking and said
nothing.  She even had to swipe away a hand that briefly squeezed a butt
cheek.  She said aloud to no one in particular, "O goodness, will this day
never end?" As she walked into her empty dorm room, she suddenly felt very
alone.  She really wanted to talk to her roommate Linda, but she was gone
for another couple of days.  Emboldened by her "success" at leading the
discussion in class, she called another friend, Madeleine "Maddie" Conway.
"Hi, Maddie, this is Amy.  Do you want to go to lunch?" Maddie answered,
"Oh, Amy.  I've heard what happened to you last night.  I'm so sorry.  But
I thought they would expel you from college.  Why are you still here?" Amy
replied, "No, they haven't expelled me yet.  I've got another meeting late
this afternoon.  I'll know more then.  Let's talk over lunch.  I really
need to talk with a friend like you." "Okay, I'll meet you down at the
dining hall entrance in 5 minutes", Maddie said. "Oh, good.  Bye." Amy
walked out through the fourth floor lounge and rode the elevator down with
5 freshman guys who tried to corner her and ask embarrassing questions. 
Amy thought, "Well, I guess I'm not as used to being the naked center of
attention as I thought after this morning's class." She quickly stepped out
of the elevator and scooted across the lobby to the dining hall door. 
Maddie wasn't there yet, and she didn't appear until 10 minutes later.  She
had to fend off even more advances from several guys as she was standing
there in all her naked glory. Maddie came running up and said, "Amy, Amy.
I'm so sorry to keep you waiting, but just as I was closing the door, my
parents called and I did my best to keep the conversation short.  But let's
go inside and eat now." The two girls sat down with two other friends,
Sharon and Rekha.  While they were eating, Amy described her ordeals from
last night and this morning.  The other three girls were surprised at how
well Amy seemed to be taking it.  But as they were leaving, Amy said, "You
know, guys, this may be my last meal at this college.  If I'm not here
tomorrow, just let me say that it's been a pleasure knowing you.  And I
hope we will keep in touch.  But if I'm still here after the 5 PM meeting,
I'll call each of you.  Take care." She waved at them as she walked back to
the dorm room. She looked at the clock.  1 o'clock.  She had to plan out
the rest of the afternoon.  Her schedule showed an Advanced English
Literature class at 2 PM, and she needed to be back here at 3 PM in case
the lawyer, Mr.  Marriott, showed up that early.  And then there was the
dreaded meeting at 5 PM. She still felt like talking to someone, but she
didn't know who.  So, she decided to slowly walk over to the quad and maybe
she would meet a sympathetic friend along the way. And that's when she
thought about the often naked Eva Cobb, and Amy decided to see if she were
in Wakefield Hall.  Amy didn't know Eva, but she seemed to be a friendly
sort in spite of being an exhibitionist. Amy felt silly as she walked
through the Wakefield hallways looking for Eva; she hoped that Eva would be
sitting on one of the hallway benches, but she wasn't.  Fortunately, there
weren't many people in the hall, because classes were in session.  Amy
looked through the small windows on the classroom doors thinking that Eva
might either be posing or attending a class, but again no luck. She climbed
the stairway to the second floor, and just before opening the second floor
door, she looked out the stairwell window and saw Eva sitting in the patio
kind of stretched out so that her naked body could soak in the wonderful
warm rays of the sun. Amy returned to the first floor, and after a bit of
exploring, she found the door to the patio.

   Chapter 5 - Eva Talks with Amy

   Eva had listened closely to Amy's story, and she was starting to feel
some sympathy for Amy's situation, because they had both been caught
streaking, and they were both totally nude now.  Also, Amy seemed like a
smart woman with a nice personality who had done something very stupid. But
aloud she did ask, "Can I ask you a personal question?  You look to be
Japanese, but you speak perfect English.  You don't seem to have any accent
at all, or if you do, it's a normal New England accent.  Where are you
from?" Amy said, "Oh, I'm sorry.  I meant to say in my story that I'm from
Warwick, Rhode Island.  I was born and raised there.  I get my Asian
features from my father's side.  His parents are from Japan, but they live
in Hawaii now and that's where my father was born.  My mother is from
Stamford, Connecticut, and she met my Dad while she was a summer intern in
Honolulu one year.  My parents moved to New England to be close to my Mom's
parents.  My Dad owns an accounting firm in Warwick.  So, I'm as American
as you are, but I have a Japanese heritage that I'm very proud of." Eva
smiled and said, "You know, I'm from Rhode Island, too.  Providence.  So,
we were kind of neighbors when we were growing up.  We Rhode Islanders need
to stick together." Amy laughed and said, "Yeah, but I sure wish I were
wiser.  Just look at the mess that I'm in now.  One stupid mistake may cost
me my journalism degree and the new job near Boston.  Ever since last
night, I've been asking myself, 'Why did I do it?' It was just plain dumb,
dumb, dumb." Eva said, "I'm really sorry for you.  You said something about
a lawyer and another meeting with Knoxx.  What's that all about?" Amy said,
"Yeah, my Dad's lawyer is driving up today; he's scheduled to be here
between 3 and 4 o'clock.  And then he and I are going to meet with Dr. 
Knoxx at 5 this afternoon.  At this morning's meeting, I told Dr.  Knoxx
that I wanted legal representation in this matter, and I think that implied
threat of a lawsuit convinced Dr.  Knoxx and his lawyer, I think his name
is Laird, to have another meeting with me." The mere mention of Tyson
Laird's name momentarily shook Eva; she thought that Laird was just plain
creepy.  But Eva just said, "Yes, the university legal counselor is Tyson
Laird.  But I sure hope that you and your lawyer can work out something so
you can stay in school.  I don't know anything about legal matters, but
based on my experience with Knoxx and his crew, I would guess that there
are two possible outcomes.  One outcome might be that you'd be expelled,
and that would be the end of it.  The other one might be that they allow
you to stay in school, but without any clothes.  That second possibility is
similar to my situation, but not exactly the same.  But as I say, I'm not a
lawyer; so, don't read too much into what I just said.  However, since you
are currently nude, you should be aware that Knoxx has observers around
campus to make sure that I don't stray outside this building, which is the
only spot I'm allowed to do my nudist thing.  So, he will probably have
someone watching you today; in fact, there's probably someone watching us
right now while we're sitting here talking." Amy looked up and saw that
there were several windows in Wakefield and the neighboring building that
could see into this patio, but she didn't see anybody watching. Amy said,
"Yeah, Dr.  Knoxx mentioned those observers in this morning's meeting. 
But, Eva, let me ask you a personal question.  Are really a nudist?  Would
you go naked all the time if the college let you?  Or are you just doing
the nude posing to stay in school?  Sorry, I guess that was more than just
one question, but I am curious." Eva replied, "Oh, that's okay.  Yeah, I
guess I am a nudist.  I am certainly an exhibitionist; I like showing off
my body.  To me, posing naked in those classes is fun.  So, yes, I suppose
I would go nude all the time if Dr.  Knoxx let me." She paused for a moment
and added, "And the money they pay me for posing is great, too." They both
laughed at this. Amy continued, "But isn't public nudity against the law?
There must be some legal reason that you've been allowed to be nude for the
last few years - even if just around this building.  I've been wondering
ever since last night why the university is allowed to keep me naked even
for such a short time compared to you." Eva answered, "Well, as I said, I'm
no lawyer.  But I guess it's because I'm restricted to this building. 
However, there's been a new twist on the situation this school year. 
You've heard of that naked girl, Tami Smithers, over at Campbell-Frank
College - you know the school over in Vermont that has sort of a loose
affiliation with Bancroft." Amy smiled as she knew of the nude Smithers
girl, but she let Eva continue.  "Well, my understanding is that there is a
Rhode Island law of some sort that allows nudity as a religious expression;
something about Moonstone Beach.  And that's how Tami is able to be nude
all the time.  I've met Tami, and she swears that she's a religious nudist,
although I must confess that I don't believe her.  I think she just likes
to be naked all the time - just like me.  Anyway, now that I know about
that funny law, I might use it if push ever came to shove.  That is, if
they ever tried to force me to put on clothes in this building, I might
just claim that I'm a Rhode Island religious nudist.  And you said you're
from Rhode Island, too." Amy just nodded and Eva giggled as she continued,
"Well, isn't it odd that there are three beautiful women from little Rhode
Island walking around nude up here in the cold north country?" Amy
chuckled, too, but then repeated the last part of her question, "But how
can the university keep me naked for these several hours before the meeting
with Dr.  Knoxx?  It can't just be the funny Rhode Island law, because
there aren't that many of us Rhode Islanders here at Bancroft?" Eva just
shook her head, "Sorry, Amy, I just don't know how the campus cops and
Knoxx can keep you naked since last night.  Ask your lawyer about that when
he gets here." The two girls looked at each other without speaking for
several seconds, but then Amy glanced up at the clock tower and said, "Oh,
it's almost 2 o'clock, and I've got English Lit.  I hope we can be friends
even if I get kicked out of school." Eva replied, "Yeah, I hope so, too. 
Please keep in touch; I'll help you however I can.  Oh, why don't you call
me this evening after the meeting?  I'd really like to know how it turned
out." She quickly scribbled her phone number down on a piece of paper, and
Amy stuffed it into her backpack. They hugged each other.  Their breasts
were pressed tightly together, and they each had tears in their eyes as
they waved good-bye. Wendy had been stealthily following Amy for the last
couple of hours and then had watched this entire exchange from an empty
classroom window on the third floor of the building next door.  She hadn't
been close enough to hear the conversation, but she was very glad to see
her "victim" together with Bancroft's campus nude.  She chuckled to herself
as she walked off to her next class.

   Chapter 6 - Afternoon with the Lawyer

   Amy also was a late arriver for her Advanced English Literature class.
This was not one of her favorite courses, and she didn't care for the
instructor, Mrs.  Hanford.  So, like the morning class, the teacher pulled
Amy aside just before closing the door and said, "Okay, Miss Suzuki, I've
heard about your late night escapade, and I think the Chancellor should
toss you out on your ass.  I don't understand why you are still here, but
since you are, I am definitely going to put you on display like Dr.  Knoxx
told me to.  See that desk up there on the stage?  I want you to spend the
next hour sitting on that desk, facing the class, with your legs spread
wide apart.  And I may think of some other poses to embarrass you over the
next hour.  But now, come, I'll show you where to sit." Hanford grabbed
Amy's elbow and led her up the short flight of stairs onto the stage.  Amy
climbed up on the desk and sat at the edge facing the class of a hundred or
so students.  She put her hands on the table near her butt cheeks, and she
fidgeted as Hanford spread her knees wide apart.  This was perhaps her most
embarrassing position of the entire day; everyone could clearly see her
pussy as well as her boobs.  But she told herself that she could endure an
hour of this shame. Hanford gave a similar introduction as Professor
Haynesworth had done earlier.  But Hanford's had a more sinister tone to
it. "Good afternoon, class.  As you can see, we have a naked girl on the
stage.  Sadly, she is a member of this class, and we must put up with her
gross display of her naked breasts and vagina.  She is being punished for
streaking naked last night, and Dr.  Knoxx has told me to make sure that
she is put in the most embarrassing situation possible for this class. 
Fortunately, she has very attractive endowments, and so we get a visual
treat at the same time that she is being punished.  We'll start out with
her sitting on the desk, but we may get some ideas from today's poems for
other poses as we go along.  We are fortunate, because the poet that we are
studying today has some sexually suggestive phrases in his poems.  Okay,
let's get going on the lesson." Amy sat there like a statue listening to
the boring lecture about that obscure English poet.  Part way through the
class, one of the poems mentioned pubic hair, and Hanford told Amy to stand
up and then lift up strands of her pubic hair with each hand and hold them
there.  Later, the poem mentioned a woman's breast, and the instructor told
Amy to twist a nipple with one hand and continue holding her pubic hair
with the other.  Amy blushed a bright red while following these
instructions.  Finally, the bell rang and the class was over.  Amy's nipple
was hardened and a bit sore from the 20 minutes of twisting she had done.
Amy grabbed her backpack as she rushed off the stage and out the door with
tears coming down her cheeks. She slowly regained her composure as she
walked back to the dorm to wait for her Dad's lawyer to arrive. Amy spent
about an hour studying in her room while waiting for the lawyer.  As the
clock approached 4 PM, she was getting anxious because the lawyer had not
called, and time seemed to be running short.  She had arranged the 5 PM
meeting based entirely on what her father had said on the phone last night,
and neither her Dad nor the lawyer had called today to confirm that the
lawyer was on the way. But just as the digital clock clicked over to 4:00,
her telephone rang.  She heaved a sigh of relief as she picked up the
receiver, "Hello, this is Amy." The voice on the phone said, "Hi, Miss
Suzuki, this is Ken Marriott, your father's lawyer.  I'm parked out in
front of your dorm now.  Should I just come up to your room, and we can
talk there?" Amy said, "Hi, Mr.  Marriott, thank you so much for coming. 
No, this college is kind of old-fashioned; they don't allow men in the
lady's wing of the dorm.  Maybe we could talk in the lobby?" Marriott said,
"I really think we need some place private.  Is there a conference room or
something like that there in the dorm that we can use?  Maybe a study
room?" Amy answered, "No, there's not.  How about if I come down and we
talk in your car?" He said, "Okay, that will work.  My car is the dark
green BMW with Rhode Island plates.  See you in a minute?" Amy said, "Yes,
I'll be right down, but I need to warn you ahead of time that I'll be
naked; so, don't be alarmed.  I'll explain when I get there.  Bye." Amy was
glad that he had arrived to help her, but she was also apprehensive about
meeting him in the nude.  She had been thinking all day trying to remember
if she had ever met this man before, perhaps at her father's office.  If
so, she couldn't remember him. She grabbed her backpack and purse, and she
used the side stairway to quickly get down to the parking lot.  She saw a
well-dressed man standing next to the green car.  She smiled and extended
her hand to greet him.  But she could see his eyes quickly scan her from
top to bottom as they shook hands. He said, "Miss Suzuki, it's very nice to
meet you, even under these unusual circumstances.  Here please have a seat
in my car." And he held the passenger side door open for her. She felt the
cool leather on her bare butt as she sat down in the car.  She briefly
thought about the incident with the paper towel on the leather bench in
Knoxx's office, and she wondered if she would "leak" onto his nice leather
car seat.  But she said nothing as she settled in and closed the door.
After Marriott got back into the driver's seat, Amy said, "Please call me
Amy; 'Miss Suzuki' sounds so formal.  And I'll just call you Mr.  Marriott.
Is that okay?" He replied, "Yes, Amy, that's fine.  Even though these are
legal proceedings, it is best if both of us are comfortable with each
other." He realized that his wording could have a double meaning, but he
didn't try to correct himself. He continued, "Okay, where do we stand? 
Were you able to schedule a meeting for this afternoon or tomorrow
morning?" Amy said, "Yes, the meeting is at 5 o'clock in the Chancellor's
office which is a short drive from here, 5 minutes at the most.  So, we
only have about 45 minutes to talk.  Where do you want to begin?" Marriott
said, "Well, why don't you tell me a 15 or 20 minute version of the story,
and that will give us some time to discuss our strategy." Amy quickly told
her story, but she left out some of the embarrassing incidents that had
happened to her this morning and afternoon.  Those things were probably not
crucial to the legal discussion. After listening to all of this, Marriott
sighed and said, "Well, Amy, from what you said so far, I don't like our
chances here.  But let me ask a few questions.  First, you briefly
mentioned that you talked with someone named Eva Cobb.  Did you say that
she is naked, too?  If so, what's that all about?" Amy said, "Oh, I'm
sorry, I didn't make that part clear.  Yes, Eva is permitted to be naked
while she is in Wakefield Hall, which is where she poses nude for the art
classes.  She was also caught streaking four years ago when she was a
freshman, but she didn't get expelled.  She told me that there is some sort
of Rhode Island law that permits nudity as part of a religion, and there is
a girl at school over in Vermont who is using that law.  That girl is a
Rhode Island resident who claims that she's a religious nudist, and so that
college permitted her to stay in school and allows her to be naked all the
time." He said, "Ah, maybe there's a sliver of an opening.  Since you're
from Rhode Island, maybe it can apply to you as well.  I'm not familiar
with that Rhode Island law; do you know any details?" Amy said, "No, only
what she said.  Eva mentioned Moonstone Beach.  Does that help?" Marriott
said, "Moonstone was a nude beach in Rhode Island, but I don't think it is
any longer.  But that probably doesn't matter if the law is still in
effect. Are you willing to make a claim of religious nudity like this girl
does?" Amy shook her head and said, "No.  I'm not really a very religious
person.  And anyway, making a claim of religious nudity would be a lie, and
I don't want to lie." He said, "Good.  Truth in legal matters is important.
So, who is this girl?  What college is it?  Have you ever met her?" Amy
replied, "Her name is Tami Smithers, and she's a freshman at Campbell-Frank
College.  I've never met her, but I saw her walking nude last November when
I went over to Campbell-Frank for a talk given by David Brooks, the
well-known columnist for the New York Times.  I don't know how she managed
it, because it was really cold and windy that day, and she was walking
normally while the rest of us were almost running to get out of the cold.
She was totally nude; she did not even have shoes or gloves on." Marriott
asked, "Um, where is Campbell-Frank exactly?" "Lowell, Vermont.  A little
over an hour's drive from here." Marriott persisted, "But she's going to
Campbell-Frank, not Bancroft.  So, what's the connection?" Amy answered,
"Well, I don't know what the legal connection is, if any, but there is a
very close cooperation between the two schools.  I've been there several
times the last four years for seminars, speeches, that sort of thing.  And
their students come here for similar things.  Eva used the phrase 'loose
affiliation' to describe it." Marriott thought for a moment before saying,
"Okay, let's keep that Rhode Island law in our pocket, so to speak; we
might be able to use it somehow.  And I may look into the Bancroft
affiliation with Campbell-Frank, if I think it's important." He continued,
"Now, let me get some details straight about the streaking incident and
when the officer caught you.  You said you had your panties on when the
officer found you?" She said, "Yes, I was just pulling them on when he
shined his light on me." He said, "Oh.  So does that mean that the panties
were off just before that?" Amy just replied, "Yes". Marriott went on, "So
you really were streaking completely naked?" "Yes, and I grabbed the
panties and put them as the officer arrived." Marriott replied, "Umm, as I
said, I want you to tell the truth, and the Chancellor and/or his lawyer is
probably going to ask this exact question: 'Miss Suzuki, were you streaking
naked last night?' If so, you need to invoke the 5th Amendment by saying
'My attorney advises me not to answer that question on the grounds that it
might incriminate me.' That's the legal way around such questions.  Okay?"
As she nodded, he continued, "Okay, let's go through the streaking and
capture step by step.  Please tell me exactly what you did in those few
minutes.  I'll interrupt if I want more detail.  Okay?" Amy took a deep
breath and said, "All right.  Wendy and I hid behind the bush near the
administration building, Kameron Hall.  Nobody else was around at that
point.  I took off all of my clothes including shoes.  Wendy stacked them
neatly on the ground under the bush.  I took off running completely naked
around the quad.  I . . ." He stopped her and asked, "Were there any lights
at all in the area?  Street lights?  Light from windows?  Even moonlight?"
She thought for a moment and said, "Yes, I think there are a few street
lights in and around the quad that were turned on but they seemed dim, now
that I think about it; maybe the college dims them to save energy late at
night.  And there was some light from the moon.  I don't remember about
window lights.  But mostly it was really dark.  Oh, also Wendy had a
flashlight, but she had turned it off." He said, "Okay, continue." She went
on, "It took me about 5 minutes to make the complete circle of the quad.  I
didn't see or hear anybody until just as I was returning to the bush at the
starting point.  But just then, I noticed that Wendy was running away down
the walkway and she disappeared around a corner of the building.  She had
taken the flashlight with her, and now that I think carefully, she had some
things stuffed under her arm; those were probably my clothes and purse.  I
yelled at her, but she kept running.  Since I was naked, I wanted to put on
my clothes before running after her.  But when I got back to the bush, I
couldn't find my clothes.  It was really dark behind that bush and I didn't
have the flashlight; so, it was difficult to see in there.  I felt around
the area where I thought Wendy had stacked my clothes, but they weren't
there and they were not nearby.  I glanced up again in the direction that
Wendy had gone, and I saw something light colored on the ground about 10
feet away.  I scampered over and discovered that they were my flesh-colored
panties.  I grabbed them and slid them on.  Just then the security guard
arrived.  He . . ." He held up his hand and asked, "Think carefully now. 
How far up your legs were your panties when the guard got there?  Were they
completely covering your genitals?  Was pubic hair showing?  Had you pulled
them all the way up?  The reason I'm asking is that I want to know if the
guard actually saw you naked." Amy said, "Yes, he saw me naked, because he
took me to the security office while I was naked." He said, "No, that's not
what I meant.  What about the time that you were actually pulling up your
panties?  How much did he see then?" Amy thought for a moment and said,
"Things were happening very fast at that point, but as I remember, the
panties were covering my vagina but there was still pubic hair showing when
he flashed the light on me.  I think I then pulled the panties all the way
up before he detained me, but I'm not sure of that.  So, he didn't see my
genitals, but he did see my pubic hair.  Oh, this is so embarrassing to
talk about; my vagina and pubic hair are supposed to be private.  But I
guess we have to." He said, "Amy, I am really sorry about this.  But I need
to know the details to develop a case.  And I'm afraid that this will be
discussed in the 5 o'clock meeting as well.  And I'm sorry to say, but your
pubic area is going to be in very public view, at least for the next hour
or two.  Okay, what happened after the cop shined his flashlight on you? 
Were you standing up at this point with your panties pulled all the way
up?" Amy went on, "Yes, I had put on my underpants while standing up, but
now that I think about it more closely, I don't believe that my panties
were pulled completely up by the time he detained me, because I seem to
remember looking down and seeing pubic hair peeking above the top edge of
my underpants.  I think he said, 'Stop.  Campus security.  Put your hands
up.' I did as I was told.  And he came over to me, and he said he was going
to have to handcuff me.  He was very apologetic; he seemed like a nice guy,
but he said he was just following the rules for detaining streakers.  He
told me to put my hands behind my back and I did.  Then, he handcuffed me.
And . . ." He interrupted, "Were you able to tell what kind of handcuffs?
Metal ones with a lock?  Plastic cable ties?  Do you know?" She said, "Yes,
they were plastic ones.  He described them as being just large cable ties
like electricians use.  Is the type of cuffs important?" He said, "Probably
not, but I just want all the details.  Go on." She said, "So, at this
point, I'm really scared.  Here I am standing behind a dark bush wearing
only panties; my hands are cuffed behind my back, and a cop is shining a
flashlight in my face.  Then, the cop apologized again and said that his
orders for handling streakers are to bring them nude into the security
office.  And he bent down and slowly pulled my panties down my legs.  After
I stepped out of them, he picked them up and put them in his pocket.  I
think he said that they would be returned to me later." He said, "Have your
panties been given back to you yet?" Amy just shook her head.  And he
continued, "Okay, what happened next?" She continued the story, "The guard
and I walked over to the security office, which I guess is about a quarter
mile away.  It took us about 10 minutes, and I was walking naked with my
hands tied behind my back.  We didn't say anything or see anybody else
during that walk, but I was still pretty shaken up.  When we got to the
office, there was another security guy there; I think he was the nighttime
boss.  He took some photos of me; you know, mug shots, except in the nude.
Then he had me sit down, still naked, still cuffed, and he filled out a
short report by asking me questions.  I needed to go to the bathroom, but
he said that wasn't permitted; he said to hold it, since it would only be a
short time before I was back at the dorm.  That security boss said I would
have to remain nude and report to the Chancellor's office at 10 AM for the
meeting.  Then the first guard drove me back to the dorm.  My hands were
still cuffed as he led me naked into the dorm lobby.  He didn't uncuff my
hands until the R.A.  - that stands for 'resident advisor' - came down to
escort me up to my room.  Is that all you need or do you want me to
continue?" He said, "No, that's probably a good spot to stop.  I think I've
got a pretty clear picture what happened to you.  I think it was outrageous
the way they handled the situation last night; that is, pulling your
panties down and then keeping you unclothed and handcuffed all the way back
to the dorm seems extreme.  But if they have a written policy about it,
then their actions were probably not illegal.  However, we might want to
threaten them with publicity or with a court injunction based on their
behavior.  But I think the Eva Cobb situation could be our ace in the hole,
since she was streaking and was permitted to remain in school.  And then,
we can probably use the Rhode Island nudity law to present our case as
being the same situation as Tami Smithers.  I understand that you don't
want to claim to be a religious nudist, but please don't immediately close
off that avenue of discussion; use the 5th Amendment answer if you have
to." He hesitated for just a moment and added, "I'd like to see a copy of
the no-streaking rule, along with other such rules, like maybe no-cheating,
that the college might have.  Do you have that?" Amy replied, "Umm, yeah,
it's on the university web site.  I'll get you the URL for it." Marriott
frowned and said, "Well, we lawyers like things written on paper - official
pieces of paper, if possible.  Maybe something like a student handbook?"
Amy smiled and said, "Yeah, they gave me one of those when I first came
here.  I suppose it's in there, but I don't know for sure." Marriott
replied, "Good.  Before we drive over there, can you run up and get it for
me?" Amy said, "Yes, I know where it is." He went on, "Great.  Now also,
the details about the panties could be important.  You said the color was
flesh-tone?" She nodded, and he continued, "You've got Asian colored skin.
Were the panties the same color as your skin or at least close to it?" Amy
nodded, "Yes, they were very close.  I've got another pair of those panties
up in the room.  Do you think the color is important?  If so, I can get
them." He replied, "It might be.  Yes, it would probably a good idea to
have them, just in case.  Grab them when you go up to get the book.  So,
continuing my thought.  If they never saw you completely naked before
detaining you, then they might not be able to make a strong case for
streaking.  If he says that he did, then we could point out the color of
the panties and suggest that he just thought you were naked.  Be sure to
answer the streaking question carefully.  Okay?" She nodded and said,
"Sounds okay to me.  Now that we've talked about it, what do you think my
chances are?" He said, "Well, I'm not as pessimistic as I was a few minutes
ago, but I still think it's iffy.  But maybe something will come up in the
meeting that will help us.  We've only got a few minutes left before we
need to drive over to the admin building, but let's discuss some possible
outcomes; I need to understand how strongly you feel about some of the
possibilities.  The most favorable outcome would be that they would just
forget the whole thing and let you continue in school, but I think that is
doubtful.  From my point of view, the worst possible outcome would be that
they would expel you today and you would have to leave campus immediately.
How would you feel if that happened?" Amy said, "That would be awful.  It
would mean that I would not graduate and probably would mean that my job
offer would be withdrawn.  And it might mean that something like a
'dishonorable discharge' would show up on my transcript, and they may not
allow my credits to be transferred to another college.  I might have to
start college all over again.  And it would devastate my parents. 
Education is very, very important to them, especially my Dad; they would be
heart broken if I got expelled.  No, I definitely don't want that.  What do
you think the other possible outcomes might be?" Marriott said, "Well, they
might expel you, but allow you to transfer your credits to another school.
Another possibility is since they allowed Cobb to stay in school but naked,
they might allow you to do that.  I understand the two situations are
different, because she's restricted to that one building and you'd be naked
everywhere.  How would you feel about those options?" She said, "Since it's
only 3 weeks til graduation, I really don't want to transfer to another
college.  And spending my last 3 weeks here naked would be awful, too, but
based on today, I could probably endure it somehow." He said, "The last
option I can think of is that they would allow you to stay if you did some
community service and/or attended some sort of counseling perhaps with a
public admission of guilt and an apology." She said, "That actually sounds
pretty good to me if we can't get them to drop the whole thing." He said,
"Okay, I think we've got a game plan.  We still have a couple of minutes.
Anything else?" She smiled and said, "Yes, let me go up and get the panties
and the handbook, and then to the bathroom before the meeting starts.  It
will just take me a couple of minutes." Marriott chuckled and said, "Yes,
that's a good idea.  While you're upstairs, I'll look for the men's
restroom.  Are there restrooms there in the lobby?" Amy said, "Yes, I'll
show you where to go.  Ooops, I mean I'll show you where the men's room
is." She laughed at her awkward wording. They went in and did their
business and came back to the car.  Amy showed him the panties, and she
shoved them into her backpack.  She gave him the handbook, and he put it
into his briefcase.  As he drove, Amy gave him directions to Kameron Hall.
They arrived in the visitor's lot a few minutes before 5.

   Chapter 7 - Afternoon Meeting in the Chancellor's Office

   Amy had allowed herself to become comfortable with Ken Marriott.  He was
easy to talk to, and she almost forgot that she was naked.  But her
apprehension returned when they got out of the car and walked into the busy
administration building.  Many of the staff were just leaving because the
workday was just ending.  She got lots of stares and catcalls.  One guy
even yelled, "Hey, Amy, will you marry me?" They got on a crowded elevator.
Amy almost suggested using the stairs instead, but she didn't want to be
late for the important meeting.  She thought, "Why are all these people
going up?  At 5 o'clock, people should be coming down." No obvious answer
to that one.  As they were riding up in the elevator, she felt a hand give
her butt cheek a quick squeeze.  She jumped a bit, but she didn't turn
around to confront the guy.  When the doors opened on the seventh floor,
the mass parted and let her and Marriott through.  But she felt another
hand brush her hip as she was leaving.  Such is the life of a naked girl.
They arrived at Knoxx's office right at 5 o'clock.  Mrs.  Duckworth was
still at her desk, but she was collecting her things getting ready to
leave. Amy went up to her, and said, "We're here for a meeting with Dr. 
Knoxx." The secretary looked at her with disgust and said, "The Chancellor
will be with you in moment.  Please have a seat.  Here's a towel you can
use; please use it here and take it into the Chancellor's office with you."
Amy blushed and grabbed the paper towel. Marriott guided the naked girl
over to the bench, and Amy carefully spread the towel out on the bench
before sitting down.  She was careful to keep her legs slightly apart and
her arms at her sides; she had remembered Knoxx's no-hiding admonition.
About a minute later, the outer door opened and a crowd of men came in. 
Amy recognized Tyson Laird and Officer Olsen, the security guard from last
night.  There was another man with a uniform plus four well dressed middle
aged men. Laird went up to Mrs.  Duckworth's desk, and asked, "Lorene, is
Dr.  Knoxx going to be long?  We have an important discipline issue to deal
with in this meeting." Duckworth said, "Well, I reminded him of the meeting
just a few minutes ago, and he said he would be out here at 5 o'clock."
Laird looked at his watch; it was 5:05 PM. Laird turned toward Amy, and he
was just about to start talking with her when Knoxx's office door opened. A
group of seven young men came out, and they stopped in their tracks when
they spotted the pretty naked girl sitting there.  Knoxx followed them out,
and when he saw they were looking at Amy, he said, "Oh, Miss Suzuki, please
stand up and let me introduce you to these guys.  They are recruits for
next year's soccer team.  And, guys, this is Amy Suzuki; she is naked
because she is being punished for streaking last night." In her head, Amy
counted the number of people now in the small waiting room, 7 soccer
players plus 5 men in suits plus 2 uniformed cops plus her lawyer plus the
secretary = 15 males and one female all nicely dressed, and then there was
herself - a very vulnerable naked young lady.  Amy blushed a deep, deep red
as she was introduced to and shook the hand of each of the soccer players;
they were all 3 or 4 years younger than her, and she was deeply
embarrassed. She didn't bother to remember their names; she just wanted to
get the awkward moment over with.  The boys said nothing, but they got an
eyeful of the beautiful nude lady before Knoxx ushered them out the door.
Knoxx turned around and said, "Okay, everybody, please come in.  Tyson, did
you make the introductions yet?" Laird said, "No, let's do that after we
get seated in your office." Amy turned around to pick up the towel, and she
realized that it had fluttered to the floor again, but at least this time,
it hadn't stuck in her ass crack like it did in the morning.  She got down
on her knees and reached under the bench to get the towel.  She blushed and
thought, "I'll bet they're enjoying a nice view of my ass and cunt." And
indeed, the assembled group of men was looking right at her rear end. The
men stepped back and let the naked girl lead the way into Knoxx's office.
She had her backpack in one hand and the paper towel in the other. Amy
remained standing in the office until all 8 men had entered.  Knoxx pointed
to the couch facing the desk and said, "Miss Suzuki and Mr.  Lawyer, please
have a seat there." Amy turned around, bent over, and spread the towel on
the couch; the men got a nice view of her dangling boobs this time. Knoxx
pointed to the two folding chairs on one side of the office and told the
security guys, "Gentlemen, please have a seat." And he pointed to the other
4 chairs on the opposite side of the office and waved Laird and the other 3
men to sit over there. Knoxx sat in his desk chair and said, "Okay, let's
get started.  All of you probably already know the purpose of this meeting,
but just to be clear, let me say that we're here to decide on Miss Suzuki's
punishment for streaking naked on campus last night.  She and I had a
preliminary meeting this morning, and she expressed a desire to have legal
representation present, and so we deferred the meeting til now." He
continued, "Okay, let's make the introductions.  First, to all of you
gentlemen who haven't met her yet, the only woman in this room is Amy
Suzuki.  She is a senior majoring in journalism, and she made a bad mistake
last night when she streaked naked around the quad." Amy looked around the
room, and she just nodded at the men. "Okay, Miss Suzuki, please introduce
the gentleman seated next to you." Amy said, "This is Mr.  Ken Marriott. 
He is a lawyer from Warwick, Rhode Island.  He has done a lot of work for
my father and my father's accounting business, and he has been gracious
enough to come here today on short notice to help me with the legal aspects
of my situation." Marriott stood up, shook Knoxx's hand, and said, "It's
nice to be here and to meet all of you.  I hope we can agree to a
satisfactory resolution to this unfortunate predicament that Amy finds
herself in." Knoxx then said, "And these four gentlemen on my right are
Lucas Telford, Brandon Kirkpatrick, Gavin Farmer, and Tyson Laird.  Along
with myself, they make up the special committee that was formed to deal
with some unusual student discipline issues.  Mr.  Laird is our legal
counsel.  Mr.  Telford and Mr.  Kirkpatrick are trustees of this
institution, and Dr.  Farmer is the director of the university foundation."
Amy and Marriott got up and went over to shake the hands of these
well-dressed men.  When she returned to the couch, she again found that the
paper towel had fallen on the floor; she blushed and quickly bent down to
retrieve it and place it back on the couch before taking her seat. Knoxx
continued, "And finally on my left are Paul Greggson, our Chief of
Security, and Officer Olsen, the security guard who apprehended Miss Suzuki
last night." Again, Amy and her lawyer got up to shake hands with the men.
This time the towel only slightly shifted positions on the couch, but Amy
still had to bend over to reposition it before sitting down again. Knoxx
then started the discussion with, "Now that we're all acquainted, let's
start for real.  After meeting with you this morning, Miss Suzuki, I have
discussed your issue with the committee members and these security men. 
And I am going to repeat what I told you earlier, the penalty for streaking
at this university is to handcuff the offender, take him or her to the
security office for brief questioning, keep the offender naked until
meeting with me the next day, and then expel him or her.  We've done all of
those things to you and we are now going to expel you from this university.
We are planning to take immediate action to get you off of this campus. 
We'll give you until noon tomorrow to depart.  This will mean that you will
not graduate with your class in a few weeks, and we will be very hesitant
about allowing your academic credits and grades to be transferred to
another college.  We realize that this is harsh, but those are the rules
and we have to set an example to deter others from doing something similar.
Now, Miss Suzuki, I'll let you and Mr.  Marriott respond how you want to."
Amy and Marriott looked at each other, and with tears welling in her eyes,
she stood up and said, "Gentlemen, as I told Dr.  Knoxx this morning, I am
very, very sorry for streaking around the quad last night.  I made a big,
big mistake in judgment, and I should be held responsible for that.  I'll
repeat my plea for leniency, and if you won't change your mind, Mr. 
Marriott has some things for you to consider." Marriott gave her an
encouraging smile as she re-adjusted the towel again before sitting down.
Knoxx looked at the 4 other committee members, and when they all shook
their heads, he said, "Sorry, Miss Suzuki, but our decision stands.  But
you said that Mr.  Marriott wanted to say something.  So, I'll give him the
floor now." Marriott stood and said, "Good afternoon to all of you.  I am
very disappointed that you have not reconsidered your decision.  I need to
remind you that Amy has been a model student here for 4 years; she has
never been in any kind of trouble before, and this is her first serious
offense of any kind.  Doesn't that mean anything?" He looked at Knoxx and
the 4 men, and they all just shook their heads. He went on, "Okay,
gentlemen, let me lay it on the line.  We are prepared to get a court
injunction to stop this expulsion, and I think we have some legitimate
issues that will help a judge overturn this expulsion.  First, let me point
out that Amy was not nude when she was apprehended last night." The 4
committee members looked startled to hear this, and Knoxx said, "Please
explain how that can be.  She was naked when streaking, she is naked now,
and she was naked all the time in between." "No, that's not true", Marriott
retorted.  "She had on a pair of panties when Officer Olsen found her.  So,
she was not completely nude at that point." Knoxx looked at Greggson and
said, "Is that true?" Greggson said, "Since I wasn't on scene when it
happened, I don't know for sure.  But Officer Olsen was, and so, let's have
him answer that question.  Scott, go ahead." Olsen said, "Yes, technically
speaking that's true.  Miss Suzuki was just pulling up her panties when I
found her behind the bush." Knoxx said, "Okay, let's back up a little bit.
She was streaking across the quad.  Did you see her doing that?" "Yes."
"Are you certain she was naked while streaking?" Olsen gulped and replied,
"It was pretty dark and there were only a few lights around.  I dimly saw a
female form running on the quad; the light reflected off her light colored
skin, and that's how I knew it was a woman." Knoxx repeated, "But was she
naked?" The young security man said, "I'm not absolutely certain, because
it was so dark.  I suppose she could have had her panties on." Knoxx raised
his voice, "What?  Everybody told me that she was completely nude.  And now
you're saying she might have been running in her panties?  Why couldn't you
tell if she had panties on or not?  What color were her panties?" Olsen
said, "They were flesh colored panties.  I think the manufacturer's name
for the color is 'bare'.  I have them here in my pocket.  Do you want to
see them?" "Yes, absolutely." And Olsen pulled Amy's panties from his
pocket and handed them over to Knoxx.  Knoxx held them up and spread them
out as if showing a trophy from a panty raid, and he turned to show them
around the room.  Amy blushed as she saw her underwear being put on display
like that. Knoxx sighed and said, "Okay, I suppose there's a chance she
wasn't naked.  But let's ask her directly.  Miss Suzuki, were you naked
while running on the quad last night?" Amy glanced at her lawyer and said,
"My attorney has advised me not to answer that question because it might
tend to incriminate me." Knoxx stared at her and glanced over at Laird, the
college's attorney, who said, "So, you're invoking the 5th Amendment?" She
just nodded her head. Knoxx went on, "Okay, I'll respect her right to do
that.  Let's take a different approach to the question.  Mr.  Olsen, when
you saw Miss Suzuki pulling up her panties, how much of her genital area
was visible when you first saw her?" "I saw some pubic hair above the top
of her panties." Knoxx persisted, "So, the panties weren't pulled all the
way up?" "No, I guess not, but as you can see, they are bikini style
panties that don't go up very far anyway." Knoxx kept going, "Did you see
her vagina as she was pulling up her panties?" "No, sir.  Just pubic hair."
Knoxx sighed and said, "Miss Suzuki, I'm going to ask you to re-create this
for us.  I'm going to ask you to pull on your panties like you did last
night when Mr.  Olsen found you.  Is that all right with you, Mr. 
Marriott?" Marriott and Amy looked at each other.  Amy just shrugged, and
Marriott said, "We have no objection." Amy stood up and Knoxx handed her
the panties.  Facing the 7 men, she was now blushing brightly as she
reached down and pulled the panties up.  Then, she put her hands at her
sides and turned to face each of the men.  There was just a whisp of pubic
hair showing above the top of the panties. Knoxx asked her, "Is that how
you usually wear this pair of panties?  That is to say, don't you usually
pull them up a little bit higher?  Can you tug them up farther for us?"
This was really, really embarrassing for her; she was basically modeling
bikini underwear for a bunch of ogling men.  But she did as he asked and
pulled them up tight.  Now, the pubic hair was covered, but the fabric was
creeping up into her vagina.  She said, "No, this is not the way I normally
wear them, because it's uncomfortable with them pulled up so high.  My
usual method is down just a bit, like this." And she slid the panties down
to the previous location with some strands of pubic hair showing. Knoxx,
"Okay, Miss Suzuki.  Thanks for the demonstration.  But let me ask you, why
were you pulling on your panties when Officer Olsen arrived?" Amy glanced
at her attorney and said, "My attorney has advised me not to answer that
question because it might tend to incriminate me." Knoxx let out a long
exasperated breath and shook his head.  He looked at Olsen and asked,
"Officer, are you really certain that she was pulling on her panties when
you found her?" Olsen replied, "Well, after seeing this graphic
demonstration, I suppose she could have had the panties on all along and
they had worked their way down a little bit as she was running.  And then
she was just hiking them higher to cover herself a bit more since I was
then standing in front of her.  So, I guess the answer is no, I'm not
really certain that she was pulling on her panties at that moment." "Okay,
I'll buy that", Knoxx said.  "But there is still one loose end that I'd
like tied up.  We've established that Miss Suzuki had her panties on when
you arrived.  But she was naked and cuffed when you took her into the
security office.  When did she take off her panties so that she was
completely naked?" "Well, actually she didn't take off her panties", Olsen
said. Knoxx asked with a hint of exasperation in his voice, "Well, how did
they come off?" Olsen replied, "I took them off of her.  After I cuffed
her, I told her the rules that streakers must be taken naked to the
security office, and I slid her panties down her legs because her hands
were tied behind her back." Knoxx and the four committee members gasped at
this, because they hadn't realized that a university security man had
removed her panties. Knoxx voice rose another notch, "Was this consensual?
Did she object?" Olsen fidgeted in his chair and said, "Well, I apologized
to her as I was explaining the rule and while I was pulling the panties
down.  She didn't resist or voice an objection, but I don't think you could
really say that she consented to it, either." Knoxx sighed and said, "Oh,
dear.  But I guess that clears up the panty issue.  Miss Suzuki, can I
please have your panties back?" Marriott immediately objected, "Dr.  Knoxx,
is that really necessary?  Why can't she continue to wear them?" Knoxx said
forcefully, "Well, Mr.  Marriott, our rules say that the offending streaker
must remain naked until the discipline meeting is over, and this meeting is
far from over.  So, Miss Suzuki, please take off your panties and hand them
to me." Amy stood up blushing and slid the panties down her long legs.  Her
brief respite from complete nudity had come to an end, and her pussy was in
full view again for the assembled audience of men.  Reluctantly, she handed
the panties back to Knoxx.  As she was taking her seat, she noticed that
the damn towel had fluttered to the floor again, this time to the side of
the couch.  She bent over, picked it up, and spread it out on the couch
again before sitting down.  As she settled in, she glanced over at the
young Officer Olsen's crotch, and she was certain that she saw a large
bulge in his trousers.  More embarrassment for the young lady. Knoxx said,
"Okay, Mr.  Marriott.  You've made your point about the panties.  What else
do you have?" Marriott looked over at the 4 committee members and then at
Knoxx and said, "Well, gentlemen, I understand that you have another naked
student on campus besides Amy.  I believe her name is Eva Cobb.  It's my
understanding that Miss Cobb was caught streaking just like Amy was, but
you allowed her to remain on campus.  That is, you did not expel her as
your rules specify.  Is that correct so far?" Knoxx nodded and said, "Yes,
that's right, but it's a different situation.  She . . ." Marriott
interrupted, "Excuse me, sir, but I am just getting to that.  Let me
continue.  We understand that Miss Cobb's nudity is restricted to that one
building, Wakefield Hall, but nevertheless, she is permitted to be naked in
public here at school after having been caught streaking.  We are asking
you to consider the same punishment as was given to Miss Cobb." Knoxx
responded, "Well, there's more to it than that, because Miss Cobb was
caught almost four years ago, and our rules have changed since then.  The
current rules require expulsion." Marriott paused for just a second and
continued, "I understand that there is very close cooperation between
Bancroft University and Campbell-Frank College.  And at Campbell-Frank,
there is a young woman named Tami Smithers who is a religious nudist, and
that she is allowed to remain naked on campus because she is a resident of
Rhode Island and that state has a law that permits religious nudity.  Is
that correct?" Knoxx replied, "Yes, that is my understanding of her
situation." Marriott went on, "Well, Miss Suzuki here also comes from Rhode
Island, and she might well want to take up the same religion as Miss
Smithers did.  I thought the committee should be aware of this." Knoxx
looked at him and then at Amy.  He asked, "Well, Miss Suzuki, are you
claiming to be a religious nudist, too?" Amy quickly responded, "My
attorney has advised me not to answer that question because it might tend
to incriminate me." Knoxx thought to himself, "Damn, this is one sharp
young lady.  Her attorney has us by the balls." But he persisted, "Well,
Mr. Marriott, please remember that Miss Smithers goes to Campbell-Frank
College, and they have their own rules and regulations that may be
different than ours.  So, what Miss Smithers is doing over there is
irrelevant to this situation." Marriott replied, "Dr.  Knoxx, I think it is
relevant, because of the affiliation between the two institutions.  If I
can show in court that Campbell-Frank and Bancroft cooperate on many
different levels, then I think a judge would say that Miss Smithers's
situation is relevant to this discussion." Knoxx knew that Marriott had a
point here, because the two schools were very closely connected in many
different ways including shared board members (such as Brandon Kirkpatrick
who was sitting in this room), financial contributors, class credits, and
even very similar rules and regulations, in spite of what he had just said
a moment ago.  He rubbed his hand through his thinning hair, turned to the
committee members, and said, "Gentlemen, can we adjourn to my conference
room next door and discuss this situation in private?" They nodded, stood
up, and turned to go into the next room. Knoxx then turned to the two
security officers and said, "Mr.  Greggson, Mr.  Olsen.  I don't think we
need you any more this afternoon.  Thank you for coming.  Have a good
evening." He shook their hands and they left the office. He told Amy and
Marriott, "Please stay here while we are reviewing things next door.  There
is a water jug over there if you want a glass of water." Amy and her lawyer
were now alone in the room.  He looked over at her, took her hand, and
squeezed it.  He said, "Amy, we scored some major points there.  Thanks in
part to your demonstration with the panties.  I know that it was
embarrassing for you, but it really helped.  We've got them on the run, but
we're not out of the woods yet.  If they really press the issue and try to
expel you, then we've got to be prepared to take it to court.  And this
might mean some embarrassing testimony from you.  Possibly, you would have
to repeat the panty demonstration for a judge or even a jury sometime. 
Also, we might have to call Eva Cobb or Tami Smithers to give testimony,
and they might be very reluctant to do that.  I really don't think it will
come to courtroom testimony, but I just wanted to let you know the worst
case scenario." Amy was getting a warm feeling with Marriott holding her
hands.  Up til now, she had thought of him only in a professional sense,
that is, as her lawyer.  But now she was getting different vibes.  He was a
very attractive man; perhaps in his mid 30's, maybe 40 at the most.  And
here she was naked sitting beside him with their hands entwined.  He didn't
have a wedding ring on, but nowadays, that didn't mean much.  As he
squeezed her hand, she felt her nipples tighten up just a bit, and uh oh,
there was a very slight damp feeling between her legs.  Maybe she was going
to leak onto the furniture after all.  She had to put it out of her mind
and concentrate on the important issue at hand. Amy tried to regain her
composure saying, "What does it mean to get an injunction?" Marriott
continued to hold her hands which were resting on her thighs only a few
inches from her pussy.  He said, "It basically means to stop the clock. 
Everything continues on as it did before and a decision on the issue is
deferred.  In your case, that would mean that you would get dressed and go
back to class as if nothing had happened, and then sometime down the road
the judge would decide if a trial was warranted or not.  The problem is
that "sometime down the road" might be one day or it might be five years;
there's really no way of telling.  And who knows what the result would be.
Maybe the judge would agree with the university and just cancel out the
last 3 weeks of your college life, which would mean taking away your
degree. It's a big risk." She said, "So, you're not recommending that
approach." Marriott said, "No, I think we should avoid it if we can." They
continued to hold hands inches from her seeping, naked vagina as they
waited for the committee to return. ------------------ In the conference
room, Knoxx said, "Okay, guys, what have we got here?" Tyson Laird replied,
"Cal, they made some strong points in there that weakened our case. 
Specifically, we allowed Eva Cobb to remain in school after nude streaking.
But Amy Suzuki wasn't completely nude - or more accurately, we can't prove
that she was nude streaking.  Also, that Rhode Island law applies to both
Smithers and Suzuki, and we can't selectively apply it in one case but not
the other.  And by 'we' I mean Bancroft and Campbell-Frank which as we all
know are very closely intertwined.  Also, I re-read our streaking
punishment rules, and I believe that nude requires showing of genitals.  If
Suzuki was streaking with panties on, she was just topless, not nude.  We
probably worded the rule that way to avoid a sexual discrimination lawsuit
from the feminists; they might say 'How can you treat men and women
differently?  A woman can be charged with streaking for showing her
breasts, but a man can't?  We can't have the two sexes treated differently!
Equal protection for all!'" Knoxx just smiled.  He said, "Also, this will
be certain to generate publicity.  So far with Cobb and Smithers, we've
been able to keep their nudity out of the press for the most part.  But
another such incident here at the same small college would probably make
the news.  And I sure don't want that." Laird added, "A judge might well
allow an injunction that would allow Suzuki to remain in school fully
clothed and to graduate.  Then, we would have gone to all this effort for
nothing.  Also, remember that she's going to be gone from here in 3 weeks
anyway after she graduates.  All they have to do is to delay it for 3 weeks
and we've wasted our time and effort.  Gentlemen, I believe we need to
think of some kind of compromise.  Any ideas?" Telford spoke up for the
first time, "How about we just do something very similar to the Tami
Smithers situation?  That is, tell Amy that she can remain in school, but
she has to stay naked as long as she is here.  We could require some
additional things from her such as posing for Dr.  Whiteside's art class or
being a guinea pig of some sort at Wytham just like we do for Smithers over
at Chalfont.  It wouldn't be quite the same situation for Suzuki, since we
would be requiring the nudity and forcing her to do the other things
whereas Cobb and Smithers are supposedly doing them of their own free will.
How does that sound?" Knoxx nodded his head and said, "Good thought, Luke.
In addition, why don't we see if we can leave ourselves some flexibility to
have her do some other things as well?  Maybe, like serving as an usher at
a performance?  Or maybe even performing on a stage in the nude, of course?
Don't tell anyone, but I like looking at the pretty naked bodies of coeds
like Suzuki and Eva.  The more exposure the better.  We don't have to spell
out the details now; we could just add a phrase like 'or any other
activities that the committee requires'.  Okay?" The men just nodded, and
Laird added, "Remember that even if our interests are purely prurient like
Calvin described, we need to present this whole thing as a punishment for
this girl's streaking.  Okay, I realize that we can't prove that she was
actually streaking, but they may not realize our faux pas about topless not
being the same as nude.  But if we're careful, I think we can do it. 
Agreed?" They all nodded their heads, and Knoxx said, "Good thinking, Luke,
you got us on the right track.  Now, let's go back in there and negotiate
with them." ---------------------- The men returned to the office, and
Knoxx re-started the discussion, "Okay, let's see what we can work out
here. You've brought up some very good points, Mr.  Marriott and Miss
Suzuki.  And so we have a proposal that we think will work for both of us.
Our bottom line here is that Miss Suzuki needs to be punished for her
streaking last night.  We realize that there are extenuating circumstances,
but we feel that punishment is important.  And Miss Suzuki has said she
needs to be responsible for her actions last night." Amy's eyes started to
tear up again, but she tried to put on a strong face.  Marriott just
nodded. Knoxx went on, "Okay, we've modeled this proposal after Miss Cobb's
and Miss Smithers's situations.  We admit that the circumstances are a bit
different, but please hear me out.  Miss Suzuki can stay in school and
graduate in a few weeks, but she must remain naked and she must perform
some community service to the university during that time.  And she must
report for a daily meeting with the committee here in this office at 5 PM
every day.  The committee will figure out as time goes on what the
community service tasks would be required.  And I repeat; she will remain
naked until graduation." Marriott looked at Amy and thought for a moment
before objecting, "But she wasn't naked when the guard found her; she had
panties on.  Why should she remain nude?  She will probably agree to the
community service and the daily meeting, but not the nudity.  Do you agree
to do the community service work, Amy?" He looked at her, and she smiled
and said, "Yes.  That sounds appropriate." But Knoxx interjected, "I don't
think that is a strong enough penalty.  We need to make a harsh punishment
to remind her of her serious infraction of our rules and to deter other
would be streakers." There was silence for a moment as they all looked
around the room at each other.  Then, Laird said, "Well, panties seemed to
be a central part of our discussion so far.  So, let me suggest that since
she was wearing only panties when she was caught, that she be required to
wear only panties for the next 3 weeks rather than being completely naked.
How does that sound?" But Knoxx objected again, "But Ms.  Whiteside will
want another naked model as part of the community service aspect of this
deal.  Also, Wytham may want another subject for their research, and that
requires nudity, too." Laird then said, "Yeah, I agree with Dr.  Knoxx
about those things.  So, how about this?  She can wear panties most of the
time, but the committee can specify times that she will be nude. 
Specifically, she will serve as a nude model in art class, and she will be
nude for the daily meeting here.  And we may specify other times as well."
Marriott said, "Oh, I don't feel comfortable with it being open ended like
that.  You mentioned something called Wytham a moment ago.  What is that?"
Knoxx explained, "It's a medical research facility on the far side of
campus.  Specifically, sexual research." Amy gasped slightly and said,
"I've been here for 4 years, and I've never heard of this place." Knoxx
said, "Well, as I say, it is way over on the other side.  It's kind of
independent from the rest of the university, but it does use a bit of our
real estate for its facilities.  It's just on the other side of Nordling
Avenue.  Miss Cobb has been volunteering there for the last few years.  I
understand that you now know Miss Cobb, and so you can probably ask her
more about what goes on there." Amy gave Knoxx a surprised look and thought
to herself, "How does he know that I know Eva?  I just met her for the
first time a few hours ago.  He really must have his spies out there, just
like Eva said." But Amy didn't say anything.  She just nodded and looked at
Marriott.  He said, "Amy, I'd like to talk with you privately for a moment.
Can we use that other room, Dr.  Knoxx?" The lawyer and the naked girl got
up from the couch and started for the conference room, but Amy realized
that the stupid towel had stuck to her again.  It was now wedged well up
into her butt crack.  She yanked it out blushing all the while.  As she
entered the conference room, she glanced down at the towel and noticed a
wet spot on it.  She thought, "Oh fuck, I really was getting turned on in
there holding hands with Ken Marriott.  Did he or any of the others detect
that?  I sure hope not.  How embarrassing!" But she didn't say anything;
she just spread out the towel on the conference room chair and sat down.
Marriott closed the door and said, "Well, let's talk about this.  Frankly,
I was hoping for a better outcome.  But let's write down the possible
outcomes that we discussed before and see where this one fits." He pulled
out a piece of paper and wrote the following: Best to worst outcomes 1. 
Dismissal of charges 2.  Community service 3.  Stay in school clothed with
daily meeting 4.  Stay in school naked with daily meeting 5.  Expelled but
transfer credits 6.  Expelled lose all credits He said, "We didn't really
talk about expulsion in two different ways, but since they hinted at it,
let's write it down now.  What they proposed is between #3 and #4 on this
list.  But let me change the numbering a bit and let the numbers indicate
desirability on a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being most desirable.  Okay?"
Amy nodded her consent. He crossed out the numbers and replaced them like
this:

   10.  Dismissal of charges 9.  Community service only 8.  Stay in school
clothed with daily meeting 3.  Stay in school naked with daily meeting 2.
Expelled but transfer credits 1.  Expelled lose all credits He asked her,
"Does that look about right to you?" She thought for a moment and said,
"Actually, the last one should be a zero.  I just couldn't lose everything
like that.  The others look about right.  I guess what they proposed is
slightly better than being naked, but not a lot.  So, let's call it a 4 on
this scale." So, he squeezed in a new line so that it looked like this: 10.
Dismissal of charges 9.  Community service only 8.  Stay in school clothed
with daily meeting 4.  Stay in school panties-only with daily meeting, but
naked sometimes 3.  Stay in school naked with daily meeting 2.  Expelled
but transfer credits 0.  Expelled lose all credits She looked it over again
and nodded her head. He said, "Okay, since they rejected our proposals of
the first 3 lines, it seems like we have three options.  First, we could
just accept their proposal.  Second, we could try to modify it slightly to
make it more palatable to you.  Third, we could reject it completely and go
for an injunction.  But before we talk about these, remember that it is you
who has the final say - not me.  It's you that will have to parade around
in your underwear for the next 3 weeks; I'll be back in Warwick working on
other things.  So, even though this looks like just an interesting mental
exercise now, it has immense implications for your life in the coming
weeks. Okay?" She looked at him and said, "Yes, I understand.  I've had a
taste of this for the last 18 hours or so, and in fact, I'm sitting here
naked with you right now.  So, yes, I really do get it.  So, let's talk
about our options.  Walking around in just panties for the next few weeks
would be really, really difficult for me, but I could probably do it.  But
do think there's a chance they might permit some additional clothing? 
Maybe a brassiere?  Or even a swimsuit?" He said, "We can certainly ask,
but from their tone, I doubt that they'd accept that.  Remember that Knoxx
immediately complained when Laird presented the panties-only option." She
said, "Okay, but let's ask anyway.  Now, tell me more about the chances of
an injunction." He said, "Well, as I said earlier, I think it's iffy.  I
looked online at a list of local judges for this area briefly this morning
before I left Warwick.  Most of them seem to be old-school and
conservative, and so, they would probably side with the university.  There
is only one younger woman judge who would probably be more sympathetic
toward you.  It would be the luck of the draw which judge you'd get.  Also,
they might grant the injunction to allow you to stay in school but allow
the university to set any additional terms such as requiring you to be
naked, and in that case, the injunction would be a worse outcome than what
the committee has already proposed." Amy just smiled and said, "Sigh.  That
doesn't really sound very promising." Marriott went on, "So, if you can
live with this panties-only option, let's go back and see if they'll ease
up just a little bit more.  I'll ask about the swimsuit or a bra.  But
don't get your hopes up." She nodded and stood up.  This time the towel had
stayed on the chair.  She picked it up, and they returned to Knoxx's
office. The eyes of all 5 men were on the pretty nude girl as she stepped
back into the office, placed the paper towel back on the couch, and sat
down on it. Marriott sat down beside her and said to the men, "Okay,
gentlemen, we'd like to see if we can negotiate a little bit further.  Amy
would be willing to stay in school mostly unclothed with the daily meeting
and some community service activities, but she would like to wear a bit
more clothing.  Specifically, how about a swimsuit instead of just
panties?" Knoxx immediately shook his head, "No, that's not acceptable. 
It's not enough of a punishment for her." Marriott sighed and continued,
"Okay, how about allowing her to wear a brassiere in addition to panties?"
Again the Chancellor vigorously shook his head, "No.  As I said, we think
she must be harshly punished, and that's not harsh enough." Marriott looked
at Amy.  She just shrugged and mouthed, "Okay". The lawyer said, "Okay,
we'll accept your proposal of panties only, a daily meeting, community
service, and occasional nudity." Knoxx said, "Good.  Miss Suzuki, I'd like
to hear it from your lips.  And do you have any questions?" Amy said, "Yes,
I accept your proposal.  But I do have a few questions.  Can I wear jewelry
and makeup?" The 5 men looked at each other and nodded.  Knoxx said, "Yes,
as long as it doesn't cover too much.  Anything else?" Amy asked, "What
about wearing shoes or a cap?" Without consulting the other 4 men, Knoxx
quickly said, "No shoes".  And then he turned to the men and said, "What
about a cap?" They all just nodded.  Knoxx told Amy, "Okay, wearing a cap
is acceptable.  Anything else?" Amy quickly added, "Oh, an umbrella if it's
raining?" Knoxx said, "Okay, that's kind of like a cap.  Anything else?"
Amy paused for a moment, because the next thing might be a bit
confrontational.  Then, she said, "Dr.  Knoxx, my two instructors today
told me that you had phoned them before my class and told them to make sure
that I was completely exposed to the other students in the classroom.  Or
something to that effect.  I realize that embarrassment and shame are part
of my punishment, but I was wondering if I could ask you to avoid calling
my other teachers with similar instructions.  I don't think it's necessary
for me to be displayed on a stage like I was in today's classes.  Can I
just go to my classes wearing only my panties and sit it in a normal seat
with the rest of the students?  I think it would be less disruptive to the
class and that we'd all learn more if I sat in my usual spot." She hadn't
told Marriott about being displayed prominently during her two classes, and
he gave her a startled look.  But he said nothing, because Amy had phrased
it so carefully; he just waited for Knoxx to respond. Knoxx folded his
hands on his desk and pondered for a moment.  He then said, "Okay, Miss
Suzuki, I agree that we don't want to disrupt the classes any more than
really necessary.  So, let me do this.  Let me call all of your teachers,
including Mrs.  Hanford and Mr.  Haynesworth again, and I will ask them to
just treat you like everyone else in the class.  But if that normal
treatment includes things like making a presentation in front of the class,
then you will have to do that just like the other students.  Does that
work?" Amy was relieved.  She said, "Thank you, Dr.  Knoxx.  That will be
fine." Knoxx leaned over his desk as if to hurry the discussion along,
"Anything else?" Amy took a deep breath which thrust out her breasts and
asked, "What about the commencement ceremony itself?  Can I be fully
clothed in a cap and gown just like the other graduates?" Knoxx look at the
committee members again and said, "That sounds okay to me.  How about if we
say that wearing clothes to the ceremony will be the end of her punishment
period?  Okay?" None of the 4 men objected, and Knoxx told Amy, "Okay, you
can wear clothes to graduation.  Anything else?" Amy was very relieved,
because this meant that she could count the days til graduation as she was
enduring the panties-only penalty.  She said, "No, I guess that's all.  Oh,
can I have my panties back now that we've agreed on this?  Is it all right
if I put them on now?" Knoxx nodded and reached into his jacket pocket and
pulled out her flesh-toned panties and handed them to her as she stood up.
The towel had stuck to her butt again, and she had to brush it away.  She
took the panties, bent over, and slid them up her legs hiding her vagina
and pubic area from their view.  She wadded up the towel and tossed it in
the nearby trash can. She sat back down.  Marriott said, "I'd like for you
to put this in writing in time for tomorrow's meeting.  I will stay in town
so that Amy and I can review the document after the meeting tomorrow. 
Could you please include a list of the community service activities that
Amy might have to do?" Knoxx looked over at Brandon Kirkpatrick and said,
"Brandon, since you've been taking notes here, can you please draft the
agreement for tomorrow?" Kirkpatrick agreed. Knoxx then said, "Okay, just a
few closing remarks before we wrap this up.  Miss Suzuki, when you come
tomorrow, you will find a peg on the wall just outside the door to this
office.  You will take off your panties and hang them on that hook before
coming into the office so that you'll be naked during the meeting as we
agreed.  You'll do that every day for the 5PM meeting.  Your panties will
be safe there, and you can put them on when you leave." Amy sighed as she
just said, "Okay." Knoxx went on, "Also, tomorrow, please bring several
pairs of panties that you plan to wear the next few weeks.  You will model
them for us at the 5 o'clock meeting and we will decide which ones are okay
for you to wear.  Remember that we are trying to teach you a lesson here,
and part of your punishment is your embarrassment.  So, we want fairly
plain panties much like those you are wearing now, low-rise, flesh colored.
White panties would also be acceptable, and some other colors might be
okay, too, but no thongs or frilly ones.  We will decide tomorrow which
ones are okay.  But remember, it is panties only, no brassieres.  Your
breasts must be exposed at all times.  You won't attempt to cover yourself
or hide out in any way.  Okay?" Amy thought to herself, "During all this
discussion, I'd kind of forgotten about my boobs.  He's right; my tits will
be in full view for the next 3 weeks.  I've always thought that my breasts
were attractive, and my boyfriends have said so, too.  So, I guess I'll
find out now if the public-at-large thinks the same thing." Aloud, she just
said, "Okay." Knoxx looked at the clock and said, "Okay, everyone.  It's
just after 6 o'clock.  So, I suggest that we adjourn now.  We will all
gather again here tomorrow at the same time.  Good night to you all." They
all followed Amy out of the office.  She felt better now that she had
panties on, but only a tiny bit.  And so her panties-only life began.

   Chapter 8 - Amy, Eva, and the Lawyer

   As Amy and her lawyer were riding down in the elevator, he asked her,
"Do you want to get a bite to eat at the cafeteria?  I'm starving." Amy
said, "Sure.  It will be my first exposure in my new attire, and it will be
comforting to have you there.  There's a cafeteria two blocks down at the
Student Union.  Is that okay?" He said, "Yes, that's fine.  Oh, umm, do you
think there is any chance that you could get Eva Cobb to join us?  I'd like
to compare notes with her.  Maybe learn a bit more about the Rhode Island
law." Amy had only known this man for a few hours, but she trusted him. 
And she believed that his interest in meeting Eva Cobb was purely
professional rather than to look at another pretty lady.  But his voice had
a slight suggestive tone to it that faintly hinted at more than just asking
legal questions.  Eva would have to be dressed here at the cafeteria, but
Marriott would see how beautiful she was. Amy said, "Okay, I'll try.  Let
me get out my cell phone and her number." She put down her backpack, got
out the phone, and dialed Eva's number. Eva answered, and Amy said, "Hi,
Eva, this is Amy Suzuki." Eva said, "Oh, hi there, Amy.  How did your
meeting go?" "Okay, I guess.  I'd like to tell you about it.  Are you free
for dinner?  My attorney and I are getting something simple at the Union
cafeteria.  Would you like to join us?" "Actually, I just finished eating
here at the dorm dining hall", Eva replied.  "But I would like to hear
about your, um, uh, situation - I guess that's the right word." Amy
chuckled and said, "Yeah, it's a situation all right.  Maybe predicament is
a better word.  Why don't you come join us anyway and we can all talk while
Mr.  Marriott and I eat?" "Okay.  It will take me about 10 minutes to get
there.  How will I find you?  Do you know where you'll be seated?" Amy
chuckled again, "Well, I don't think you'll have a problem finding us.  My
guess is that I'll be the only topless lady in the joint." Eva laughed
also, "Okay, I'll find you.  See you in 10.  Bye." As she hung up, Eva
thought, "Topless?  She was nude this afternoon.  So, didn't she mean to
say naked instead of topless?  Maybe she just said that because she'll be
sitting down and only her bare breasts would be visible?  But she didn't
say anything about being expelled; so, I guess she's still here.  Oh well,
I'll know more in a few minutes." Amy hung up and told Marriott, "She'll
meet us there in 10 minutes or so.  Okay, let's go." They walked the couple
of blocks to the Student Union.  A well-dressed middle-aged man and a
pretty girl wearing only flesh-toned panties.  They drew lots of stares as
they walked in the early twilight. And there were a lot more gawkers plus
some catcalls as they walked through the Union lobby to get to the
cafeteria.  Marriott paid for the two simple meals - salads, breadsticks,
soda, and some chocolate chip cookies. Marriott started to walk toward a
back corner of the eating area, but Amy said, "Mr.  Marriott, I think we
should eat over here more towards the center.  Remember what Dr.  Knoxx
said about me hiding out?" He said, "Of course, you're right." And they sat
down at the table. There were a lot of eyes on them as they sat there
chatting.  Amy could feel the guys staring at her bare breasts which
jiggled as she moved her arms to eat.  But all of a sudden, she could feel
the stares fading away as the heads in the cafeteria turned another way. 
Those eyes were now focused on the pretty honey-blonde who had just entered
the cafeteria.  Eva Cobb had arrived, and she walked over to the table
where Amy and the lawyer were seated.  Eva was barefoot, wearing very short
shorts and a loose blouse; it was pretty obvious that there was nothing
underneath either the shorts or the blouse. Amy and Marriott stood up.  Eva
was only a little bit surprised to see Amy wearing panties. Amy shook Eva's
hand, and then introduced Marriott, "Eva, this is Ken Marriott, my attorney
for the day.  Mr.  Marriott, this is Eva Cobb, the young lady I told you
about." Eva and the lawyer shook hands, and he briefly scanned her scantily
clad body. Marriott said, "Nice you meet you, Miss Cobb.  Please sit down
and join us." Eva pulled up a chair and said, "Thanks.  Please call me
Eva." Marriott said, "Okay, Eva, thanks for coming.  Can we get you
anything?  Coffee?  A soda?  Dessert?" Eva looked longingly at the stack of
cookies and said, "Those look great.  Can I have one of them?" Amy laughed,
pushed the plate of cookies over her way, and said, "Sure.  As many as you
wish.  Eva, Mr.  Marriott is from Warwick, and I think I told you that he
has represented my father and my father's firm in legal matters for several
years.  He was surprised to hear about the Rhode Island law that permits
nudity.  Can you tell us more about that?" Eva was now a bit suspicious,
because she wasn't expecting a legal discussion.  She said defensively,
"Well, I'm not a lawyer.  I'm just a young naïve kid.  But my
understanding is that there is some state law that allows someone to
express their religious believes using nudity.  Or something like that.  I
think that Moonstone Beach had something to do with it, but again I really
don't know much about it.  Does that help at all?" Marriott said, "Yes, a
little bit.  I'm going to do some research on the Internet tomorrow to find
out the details.  I just wanted to find you what you knew, so that maybe I
could narrow down my Google searches.  Thanks for mentioning Moonstone;
I'll certainly look that up." Then Eva added, "But remember, that law
affects Tami Smithers's situation rather than mine.  So, I apologize for
not knowing more about it." Marriott just nodded his head. As Amy and her
lawyer finished eating, they all talked about things in Rhode Island that
they had in common.  It turned out that Marriott was originally from
Providence also and that he attended high school there.  His high school
and Eva's were big rivals in sports, especially basketball.  The small talk
continued for the next half hour. They tried to ignore the stares that they
were getting, but it was difficult.  But the stares were understandable;
here was a well-dressed man and two gorgeous young women, one wearing only
panties and the other only modestly more covered.  It was indeed a strange
sight in the college cafeteria.  Amy chuckled when she thought about this,
and Marriott and Eva looked at her.  "What's so funny, Amy?", Eva said.
Amy, "Well, I was just wondering what the other people here are thinking.
If you painted the picture, it might be titled 'Two Nymphs and a Lawyer'.
Or maybe, 'Amy, Eva, and the Lawyer', and that sounds like the title for a
salacious short story about a mÃ(C)nage à trois.  Oh, I'm so sorry, that
was probably not very appropriate to say.  But it just struck my fancy. 
Please forgive me." But both Marriott and Eva burst out laughing.  And then
they all laughed together. Then, Marriott apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm going
to have to go find a hotel for this evening.  Any recommendations on a
place to stay?" Amy made a couple of suggestions and gave him directions.
Then, he held up the student handbook and said, "Amy, I'm going to look
this over tonight, and then I'll do some research at the library and on the
phone tomorrow, and then I'll meet you at the Chancellor's office for
tomorrow's meeting.  If you need me before that, here's my cell phone
number.  Please call if you need me." He handed her a slip of paper with
the number. "So, I'll bid you ladies a good night.  Eva, it was very nice
to meet you", he said.  He left the cafeteria leaving Eva and Amy alone.
Eva smiled at Amy and said, "He seems like a nice guy.  Is he a good
lawyer?" "Yeah, he has been nice to me today.  And he seems to have done a
good job as my lawyer." "That's good.  So, what happened at the meeting? 
You're still here, but you're wearing just panties.  What's going on?" And
so Amy related the whole story about the meeting.  The committee.  Their
threat to expel.  Marriott's threat of a lawsuit.  The panty discussion. 
Invoking the 5th Amendment.  The panty demonstration.  The Rhode Island
law. Previously allowing Eva to remain in school.  Tami Smithers. 
Committee's proposal for Amy to remain in school naked.  Negotiating it
down to panties only.  Community service.  Daily meeting in Knoxx's office.
Clothed at graduation ceremony.  Etc, etc. After Amy finished her story,
Eva just nodded, and Amy continued, "It's not the outcome I was hoping for,
but I think I can live with it.  I'll struggle through the next few weeks
somehow so that I can graduate.  What do you think?" "Well, if you can live
with it, that's good.  But you mentioned community service.  What does that
mean?" Amy answered, "Actually, I don't know for sure.  He mentioned posing
for an art class and some place called Wytham, and I think I would have to
be nude for those.  But he was vague about other activities.  He said you
might be able to tell me about Wytham?" Eva sighed, "Yeah, I can.  But
first let me remind you that I pose for the art classes, too.  Some of the
poses might be embarrassing, but I'm used to it." Eva went on, "As for
Wytham, yes, I do volunteer over there, too.  They are really nice people,
but it's pretty intense.  They stimulate me sexually and then measure my
responses.  They stimulate me with electronic probes in my vagina and
things attached to my nipples.  And then they measure the response with
sensors taped to various parts of my body.  Again, I've kind of gotten used
to it." And this last part wasn't completely true, because Eva had not
become used to it.  In fact, she kind of wished that she could get out of
going there, but she sort of felt trapped since she had been doing it for a
few years. Amy raised her eyebrows and said, "Wow, that does sound intense.
But I guess I'll just have to endure it for a few weeks.  The art class
stuff doesn't sound too bad by comparison.  What other community service do
you do?" Eva gave her a puzzled look, "Community service?  I don't think of
the posing and Wytham that way, because they are paying me.  I also do
ground crew work, especially gardening, and they pay me for that as well.
So, I think of those things as part time jobs rather than community
service. Maybe Knoxx is calling it community service because it's part of
your punishment.  But in my case, I guess I'm doing it willingly, but they
would probably be pretty upset if I quit doing the posing, because Dr. 
Knoxx asked me to four years ago.  So, there's a bit of peer pressure for
me to continue.  'Peer pressure' is not the right phrase, because the
Chancellor is not really my peer, but you know what I mean." Amy was
jealous that Eva was getting paid, and Eva was permitted to wear clothes,
whereas Amy was not paid for anything and almost naked.  Amy just said,
"Oh, I didn't realize you were getting paid for the Wytham stuff.  Okay,
now that you know my situation is slightly similar to yours, do you have
any more tips for me?  This afternoon you mentioned that I should remember
that Knoxx has observers around campus.  As an aside, I think 'spies' is a
better word than 'observers'.  Anything else?" Eva chuckled at the word
"spies" and then thought for a moment before saying, "Well, since you are
going to be nude at least a little bit of the time, such as the daily
meeting, be sure to keep yourself very clean, especially down around your
pussy and asshole.  Sorry for the gross language, but you know what I mean.
You never know when an intimate inspection of some sort will happen; it
happens in art class more often than you might expect." Amy considered this
and responded, "Any other practical ideas?  For example, how do you cope
with the cold weather?" Eva replied, "Well, remember that I'm allowed to
wear clothes, and I do when it's cold.  Even in Wakefield, I can wear
clothes except when I'm posing, and Wakefield can be pretty drafty at
times. So, this is where our situations are very different.  I mean, days
like these last two days are very rare even at this time of year, and I
suspect you'll have some cold days to deal with.  One technique that might
work on campus is to go from building to building and warm up at each stop;
it might take longer that way.  It's too bad Tami Smithers is not here,
because she would certainly be able to answer that better than me." Amy
said, "Yeah, you're right.  But I will study a map of campus to see if I
can make that technique work here.  Any other suggestions?" Eva laughed,
"Can't think of anything." She paused for moment and then went on, "Oh, how
about this." And she propped her right leg up on the unused chair and
showed Amy the ankle pouch.  "I don't use this much, because I have pockets
in my jeans.  But it does come in handy at times like this when I don't
want to put on very many clothes.  I got it primarily to use at the beach.
Those of us who are nudists don't have swimsuits at the beach to hide a key
or some coins in." She opened the ankle pouch and took out a key and some
money. Amy said, "Oh, I hadn't noticed that.  Where did you get it?" Eva
said, "I found it advertised on a nudist resort's web site.  But there's
probably not enough time for you to order one from that site.  A hiking or
camping store like REI might carry them, but I don't know of any place here
in town.  But I have a couple of extra ones that I ordered just in case I
lost this one or it wore out.  I'll be happy to lend you one for the next
few weeks.  Why don't you come back to the dorm with me now and I'll give
it to you?" Amy said, "Oh thanks, Eva, let's do that.  You're over in
Stinson Hall, right?  That's kind of on the way back to my dorm,
Blankenship.  If you give me one tonight, I can show it to Knoxx tomorrow
to see if it's acceptable for me to wear during my punishment.  I'm
finished eating; shall we go now?" The two pretty girls got up from the
table and walked out of the cafeteria ignoring the many eyes that were
following them. It was now dark and it was getting cooler.  Amy felt her
nipples tighten as they walked.  They talked about school and dorm life,
and they discovered that they each liked gardening. They gathered more
attention especially from the guys as they walked into the lobby of Stinson
Hall.  They walked up to Eva's room and got the ankle pouch.  Amy tried it
on, and it fit fine.  As they lightly hugged each other, their nipples
touched through the thin fabric of Eva's blouse and all four nipples
hardened just a bit.  Amy said good-bye and walked back to her own dorm. 
It was kind of eerie for her since this was her first mostly naked night
time walk alone - well, it was her first legal one, after her illegal
streaking the night before. --------------------------------------- Amy
made it back to her room without any trouble.  Well, okay, there were a few
horn honks and some wolfcalls from the guys in the dorm, but strangely she
seemed to be getting used to them even though she hadn't even gone through
an entire day yet of her new almost-naked life. She sat alone in her room,
because her roommate Linda was still away on her field trip.  Amy lay back
on her bed, put her hands over her face, and started sobbing.  She thought
she had become so strong by enduring this day, but all of a sudden this
weak feeling of vulnerability washed over her.  How was she going to make
it through the next 3 weeks? She cried for a few minutes, but then she
realized that she should call her parents and let them know what was going
on.  She composed herself, dialed the phone, and spent the next hour
talking with her Mom and Dad.  Of course, they were very relieved that Amy
was still in school and that she would graduate, but they were distressed
about her walking around almost naked until then.  Her Dad was especially
angry about this and he threatened again to bring legal action against
Bancroft.  But Amy talked him out of it. As she was finishing up the
conversation, she said to them, "Oh, and please don't say anything to Jase
yet." Jason was her younger brother.  "I will call him in a day or two
after things have settled down a bit.  I would like to have him hear about
my troubles from me, not from anyone else." Her parents agreed and they
hung up. And then she made three quick phone calls to Maddie, Sharon, and
Rekha.  She had promised them at lunch time that she'd call them to let
them know the result of the meeting.  She wondered if she should call her
roommate/best friend, Linda, on her cell phone, but she decided that
waiting a day would be better so they could talk in person. She spent a few
hours studying alone in her room and then went to bed.  She left her
panties on, but the night shirt remained on its hook in her closet.  The
panties-only rule applied to night wear as well.  She slid in between the
sheets and pulled up the blankets and went to sleep.



   Underpants Amy - Days 2 & 3

   May 2, Wednesday

   Chapter 9 - First Day of Panties Only

   In the morning, Amy put on identical panties to the ones she had been
wearing; the only difference was that the new ones were freshly laundered.
She wanted to make sure that she was wearing acceptable panties when she
went to the afternoon meeting.  Then, she got a lot of strange looks while
eating breakfast in the dining hall.  The day before many of her dormmates
had seen her naked, but today she was wearing panties.  They knew she was
being punished for streaking, but they were probably puzzled about the
panties.  They might have thought that she was going to be given one
additional piece of clothing each day until she was finally completely
dressed.  But of course, Amy knew better, and she was certain word of the
details of her punishment would circulate pretty quickly as word got out.
Wednesday was a busy day of classes for Amy.  She had two in the morning
and two in the afternoon.  And now she mentally added the 5 o'clock meeting
in Knoxx's office to her schedule.  She looked out the window after
breakfast, and it looked cool, breezy, and overcast.  What had happened to
the nice springtime weather??!! Since she was allowed a cap, she decided on
a stocking cap - at least her ears might remain warm.  But she was certain
the rest of her body would be frozen solid by the time she got to her 10AM
class.  And as soon as she stepped outside, her fears were confirmed.  The
wind was blowing and the temperature might be in the low 40's if she were
lucky.  She thought, "How in the hell did Tami Smithers do this during the
winter when it was much colder and often there was snow on the ground?" But
Amy trudged along carrying her backpack.  An interesting sight for the
others on the sidewalk - a girl wearing only panties and a stocking cap,
carrying a backpack in her hand, bare feet, bare chest with nipples as hard
as granite.  She was a sight to behold. The 10AM class was General
Psychology.  It was an elective and there were probably 200 students in the
big auditorium in Younger Hall.  This was a different bunch of students
than who had seen her yesterday; these were mostly freshmen and sophomores.
She soon realized that many of them hadn't heard about her streaking and
this punishment.  As she stood in the lobby of the auditorium covered in
goosebumps, a crowd of students, both girls and guys, collected around her
asking what was going on.  She rubbed her hands over various parts of her
nearly naked body to try to warm up while explaining to the group what was
happening - her nipples remained rock hard.  Just before the bell rang, she
and the group made their way into the big auditorium.  She sat by herself
in her usual spot about halfway down.  Fortunately, the class proceeded
without incident; the instructor just gave a lecture; he didn't call on any
members of the big class at all.  After the class, Amy had to quickly
repeat her explanation to a different bunch of students, and then she
pulled on her stocking cap and set out again in the cold weather for her
11AM class which fortunately was just across the quad - the same quad where
she had been caught streaking two nights before. The 11 o'clock class was
News & Feature Composition, and it was much, much smaller.  Only 15
students; all were seniors or grad students in journalism.  Only one of
them had seen her naked in class yesterday.  She took her usual seat in the
second row, and she decided to face this situation head-on.  As soon as the
young instructor came in, she raised her hand and asked, "Mr.  Albertson,
before we start, can I please say something to the class?" He agreed, and
Amy stood up and continued, "As you can see, I'm almost naked here, and I
want to explain.  I made a bad mistake the other night when I streaked
across the quad and I am being punished for that.  My skimpy attire is part
of the punishment agreement that I have with the administration that allows
me to avoid being expelled so close to the end of my last semester here.  I
will be like this for the last few meetings of this class.  I apologize for
any distraction that it may cause.  I think that's all I need to say about
this.  Thank you." Albertson said, "Thank you, Amy, for that explanation.
And now let's get on with today's lesson.  First, . . ." The 50-minute
class went by quickly.  There was a lot of discussion and Amy participated
just like she always did.  But there were no truly embarrassing incidents.
After class, she almost ran back to the dorm.  The weather hadn't improved
much, perhaps a degree or two warmer, but the wind seemed stronger.  She
rushed through the lobby on her floor, right past Kelly Stubbins, her R.A.
Amy wanted to get to her room and turn up the heat, which is the first
thing she did when she got there.  She turned toward her closet to get out
her comfy, fluffy pink bathrobe.  But just as she took it off the hook, she
stopped, put it back, and closed the closet door.  She had momentarily
forgotten about the panties-only rule.  And two seconds later there was a
knock on the door, and before Amy could answer it, Kelly Stubbins opened it
from the outside and barged in.  Stubbins glared at Amy, who was still
covered in goosebumps and rubbing her arms.  Stubbins smiled evilly and
said, "I'm just checking up on you, Suzuki.  Dr.  Knoxx asked me to make
sure you follow the rules.  You're okay this time, but I bet I'll catch you
sometime.  Have a wonderful day showing off your globes!" She turned around
and left, slamming the door behind her. Amy thought, "Oh heavens, that was
too close.  If I had put on that robe, I'd have been toast.  But now I know
for sure that she is one of Knoxx's spies, and I'll be very careful around
her." She spent a few minutes warming herself up next to the heating vent
that was blowing full blast now.  Then she went to the dining hall for
lunch, and she was glad to spot a group of friends and ate an almost normal
lunch with them. After getting back to her toasty dorm room, Amy thought
about this afternoon.  She had a Formal Logic class at 2 and an Advanced
Public Speaking class at 4.  Both were in the same building on the quad. 
She'd have to go to the 5PM meeting also on the quad directly from the
Public Speaking class, and that meant she had to take the collection of
panties with her to Public Speaking.  But what to do between Formal Logic
and Public Speaking?  Her habit had been to either sit in the hallway
studying or go to the Union and get coffee with friends.  Only once had she
made the 10-minute walk back to the dorm in that hour period.  She'd sure
like to do that today, because she would be alone in her nice warm room. 
But it would also mean 20 extra minutes out in the cold.  So, she decided
that she would do the sit-in-the-hallway thing to stay warm, but that would
mean an hour of exposure in that busy hallway.  Such are the trade-offs
that a nearly naked girl must make! But that also meant that she had to
assemble the collection of panties for the committee's inspection right now
and carry them with her all afternoon.  She pulled open her underwear
drawer and looked longingly at the pretty brassieres that were in there;
several colors and styles to mix and match with the panties.  She sighed as
she realized that the bras wouldn't be out of that drawer for the next 3
weeks.  She scooped up the 4 stacks of panties that were next to the bras
and threw the panties on the bed.  She started sorting thru them.  She
didn't know exactly what Knoxx wanted; so the only ones she put back in the
drawer were the thongs and several pairs of very sexy ones from Victoria's
Secret.  And obviously the obscene open crotch panties that she had bought
on a lark for Josh's pleasure went back in the drawer.  That left about 20
pairs of panties with many duplicates.  She grabbed that bunch, shoved them
into a plastic bag, and put the bag in her backpack.  And she also put
Eva's ankle pouch in her backpack to show to the committee. She studied for
the Logic class for a while and then at 1:45 set out for the quad.  The
weather had improved a lot in the last 2 hours; it was still overcast, but
there was almost no wind and the temp was in the 50's.  It was much easier
for the almost naked girl to tolerate during her walk to class; she took
off her stocking cap and put it in her backpack.  The Logic class was also
an elective, and there were about 40 students in it.  She decided to just
lie low if she could, and even though the male instructor looked her over
carefully when she entered the room, he didn't say anything and didn't call
on her.  And that was fine with Amy.  The hour-long class was uneventful,
but he assigned a substantial amount of homework. Amy was worried as she
left the Logic class.  Not only would she be on full display sitting in the
busy hallway for the next hour, but there could be significant exposure
during the Public Speaking class.  Even though she had given her main
speech last week before the streaking incident, she knew that this class
was heavy on student participation.  The instructor might ask her to give
an extemporaneous talk on almost any subject or he might have a group of
students form a challenge team to present the opposite side of the issue
that the main speaker had presented.  In the past, she had enjoyed such
off-the-cuff presentations, but she was dreading such things now because of
the possible exposure to the class of about 50.  However, she realized that
there was absolutely nothing she could do about it now except to worry like
she was. So, she sat down on a hallway bench and started on her Logic
homework.  As she sat there trying to concentrate, there were several rude
comments from guys as they passed by.  She even felt one guy tap her leg on
the inside as if asking her to open up; she just glared at him as he
laughed and went away.  None of her friends went by in the hour that she
sat there. At 4 o'clock, Amy slowly walked into the class room.  She looked
up and as she smiled at the likable Professor Bailey, she saw him walking
over to her.  Bailey said to her, "Amy, I just talked with Dr.  Knoxx, and
he told me about your, um how should I say, situation.  I hadn't heard
about your troubles until he called.  I'm sorry about what you are going
through, but I need to tell you that I'm going to call on you in class
today.  I'm truly not doing this to embarrass you, but as I was preparing
for class before learning of your troubles, I had decided that I would call
on you to give a short extemporaneous talk.  So, I'm sorry if you'll be
embarrassed standing like that in front of the class, but I'm following Dr.
Knoxx's instruction to just let you participate as you normally would.  I
don't think it would be fair to the other students to let you have a pass
on this just because of your near nudity.  I hope you understand?" Amy had
enjoyed this class and Bailey was one of her favorite teachers, but she was
taken aback by this.  She said, "Professor Bailey, thanks for warning me
ahead of time.  Maybe I can help this awkward situation by addressing the
students about my problem before you start the class.  I did that earlier
today in another class, and it seemed to lift some of the tension in the
room.  Would that be okay with you?" He agreed. Bailey spoke to the class,
"Before we start today, Miss Suzuki would like to say a few words.  Amy?"
She was blushing as she stood up by her chair and repeated what she had
said earlier, "As you can see, I'm almost completely nude here, and I want
to explain.  I made a bad mistake in judgment the other night when I
streaked across the quad and I am being punished for doing that.  My skimpy
attire is part of the punishment agreement that I have with Chancellor
Knoxx; that agreement allows me to avoid being expelled from this fine
university so close to the end of my last semester and to graduate in a few
weeks.  I will be dressed like this for the last few meetings of this
class. And I apologize for any distraction that it may cause.  I hope you
all understand.  Thank you." Bailey said, "And thank you, Miss Suzuki.  Now
let's get started, . . ." The session consisted of a series of
extemporaneous speeches by several students.  Each speech was only 4 or 5
minutes long, but none of the students, except Amy, knew that they would be
called on, and none of them knew the topic.  After the second extemp talk,
Bailey said, "Okay, Miss Suzuki, can you please come down front?  Your
subject will be 'The Effects of the Iraq War on Children.' Please take a
moment to think about the subject before starting your talk." Amy was
blushing a very bright red as she walked down the few steps to the front.
There was a table and a lectern there, but since neither of the first two
students had stood behind them, Amy just stood in full view of the
audience. She briefly glanced down and noticed that not only were her
nipples getting hard, but her pubic hair was showing above the top of her
panties.  It had probably been that way the entire day, and she just hadn't
noticed.  But now was certainly not the right time to adjust her panties;
she'd just have to go ahead as is, but it sure added to her embarrassment
about the situation. Amy stood there facing the class, but she closed her
eyes as she thought about the topic.  Then, she gave her talk mentioning
turmoil in the Iraqi schools, Iraqi children orphaned by the war, American
children who had a parent assigned to Iraq, and several other aspects.  She
fidgeted more than she should have during the talk, and Bailey mentioned
that in his critic afterwards.  But in general, she had done a good job
even though she was almost naked.  After she returned to her seat, she
tried to inconspicuously pull up her panties another inch or so to hide her
pubic hair.  She was very happy to have that over with, and the rest of the
50-minute class was routine. As she picked up her backpack by a strap to
put away her class notes, the pack flipped over and a bunch of stuff fell
out including the bag of panties, which fell open and all of her panties
fell out on the floor over a fairly wide area.  She blushed again and then
quickly got down on her hands and knees and started gathering up the
panties.  Two guys in the row behind at first laughed, but then they
offered to help.  She waved them away with a quick "Thanks, but I've got
it." And one of them laughed again and said, "Well, I guess we can call you
'Underpants Amy' from now on." And so her new nickname was born -
Underpants Amy.

   Chapter 10 - Modeling Panties for the Men

   Amy walked across the quad to Kameron Hall.  She glanced at the scene of
her crime as she made the turn up the steps into the lobby.  She shuddered
at the thought of that stupid escapade that had started this ongoing
nightmare. She rode the elevator up to the seventh floor, and again she
wondered why it was so crowded at almost 5 o'clock.  Where were all the
people going?  She still couldn't figure it out.  And she felt a slight
grope as a hand lightly rubbed the seat of her panties.  She almost
confronted the guy but decided against it. When she entered Knoxx's waiting
room, she was pleasantly surprised to see no one except the secretary
there. Marriott hadn't arrived yet, but there were still a couple of
minutes before the meeting was to start.  She approached the desk, and just
as she was about to say something to Mrs.  Duckworth, the secretary just
pointed over to something next to the office door. Amy looked over and was
shocked to see a hook sculpted to look like an erect penis!  It was mounted
on a small plaque which had the following inscribed above the penis: "For
Amy Suzuki's use only".  The penis was mounted just below waist high
implying that it would fit nicely in Amy's vagina! She looked back at the
secretary and said, "What's the meaning of this?  I don't . . ." But Mrs.
Duckworth interrupted her and said coldly, "Just hang your panties there.
Then, shut up and sit down." Amy still gaped at the woman and started to
say something more, but Duckworth stopped her again and said, "Please just
do as I say." So, Amy did as she was told and slid off her panties.  She
shuffled her bare feet through the plush carpet as she made her way over to
the hook.  She looked at the fake penis and disgustedly hung her panties
over it.  She glared back at the secretary who was now waving a paper towel
at her; Amy understood her meaning, grabbed the towel, put it on the bench,
and sat down.  She was now completely naked once again.  She sat there with
her head down and tears welling in her eyes. A minute later the outer door
opened and Ken Marriott walked in.  He smiled when he saw Amy sitting
there, but his smile faded when he saw the look on her face.  "Hi, Amy, are
you all right?" She looked at him and said, "Hi, Ken, oh I'm sorry, I mean,
Mr.  Marriott.  Yeah, I'm okay, but . . ." She trailed off and just pointed
over to the penis hook. Marriott glanced at the hook, turned to Mrs. 
Duckworth, and angrily said, "What's the meaning of this?  That is very
demeaning to Miss Suzuki." Duckworth just said, "You'll have to talk to Dr.
Knoxx about it.  Please have a seat.  He is still busy, but he will be with
you shortly." He sat down next to Amy on the bench.  He whispered over to
her, "So, how was the rest of your day besides this?" She quietly told him
about the events and how she seemed to be handling the humiliating
incidents okay. After Amy finished, he whispered back, "Well, I drove over
to Campbell-Frank today, just to see if I could figure out how tightly the
two schools are affiliated.  As I was driving in, I saw Tami Smithers
walking on the sidewalk." He paused and chuckled, "At least, I assume it
was Miss Smithers, because I doubt that there are too many beautiful naked
redheads walking around that campus." Amy laughed briefly as well, and
Marriott continued, "Anyway, I thought I'd try to talk with her, but by the
time I parked, she had walked into a dormitory, and I didn't feel that I
should follow her in there." He went on, "So, I went to the library and
looked up her phone number.  After thinking about the pros and cons, I
reluctantly decided to call her.  And I did get to speak with her, but as
soon as she found out I was an attorney, she sort of clammed up and
politely ended the call.  So, I didn't learn anything at all from her, but
that's probably okay.  I just wanted you to know that I made the effort,
however weak it might have been." He continued, "But in the Campbell-Frank
library, I did find a copy of their 'Student Guidebook', as they call it. I
looked at the list of rules and regulations in that book and the Bancroft
handbook, and they are almost word for word identical.  But neither book
mentioned a no-streaking rule at all.  Both books are four years old; do
you have a later edition of the Bancroft book?" Amy replied, "No.  I got
that one at the beginning of my freshman year, and that seems to have been
the last hardcopy version that they published.  Now, it's all on the
university web site." Marriott sighed, "I was afraid of something like
that. Lots of publishing is going to the Internet, but I'm sure that as a
journalism major that you are well aware of that.  Anyway, I did look at
the Bancroft web site, and I found the no-streaking rule including the
punishment for it, and it's pretty much as Knoxx described.  And
Campbell-Frank's web site has exactly the same list of updated rules and
regulations - including the no-streaking rule - as the Bancroft site. 
Again, the wording is almost identical on each web site.  So, that's just
an indication how close the two schools are related.  But getting back to
the no-streaking rule, do you know when it was added?" Amy thought for just
a moment and whispered, "No, not exactly.  I seem to remember hearing about
it a few years ago.  But Eva said it wasn't there when she was caught, and
I guess that would have been sometime during the first semester of my
freshman year; so, the rule was added since then." He paused momentarily
and then said, "Well, okay.  It probably doesn't make any difference to us,
but I was just curious.  If the exact date becomes important to us, I'm
certain that we can find out somehow - maybe the school newspaper.  But the
no-streaking rule has also a strange phrase in it that says something like
'exposing the student's genitals' and that helps our case since they can't
prove that your genitals were exposed while streaking.  If I interpreted it
correctly, it's actually okay for a woman to streak with her breasts
exposed as long as her genitals are covered.  The school's lawyer, Mr. 
Laird, really should re-work the wording of that rule, but that's his
problem not ours." He smiled and added, "But I wouldn't recommend that you
or any of your female friends put that to the test by streaking topless,
because I suspect that they'd get you for breaking the general 'acceptable
behavior' rule." Amy chuckled and then Marriott added, "And the punishment
for breaking that 'acceptable behavior' rule can be anything from a slap on
the wrist to expulsion.  I'll mention this in the meeting, but I expect
they'll just say that they'd push for the maximum punishment anyway." He
continued, "I also did some digging at that library and on the web to see
what other ways the two institutions are connected, and it's not merely a
loose affiliation like Eva said.  They have lots of things in common, such
as each getting big donations of exactly the same amount of money from
three corporations.  And there are big donations from wealthy alumni of
Bancroft to Campbell-Frank and vice versa.  And you can get credit for
classes taken at the other campus.  And there are three men, including
Brandon Kirkpatrick, who sit on the boards of directors of both schools. 
There are faculty who teach classes on both campuses.  They have a common
payroll system.  And so forth.  So, even though they are separate
institutions, I think that Tami Smithers's situation could definitely be
used in our case, if necessary." He then told her what he had learned about
the Rhode Island law, and he thought they could use it, if necessary. He
took a breath and continued, "But we kind of knew all of that yesterday
anyway.  So, the bottom line is that except for the
genitals-showing-while-streaking issue, I don't really have any new ideas
that would help our case today.  Oh, just a reminder to be very careful
about how you answer the streaking question if it comes up again - not only
in these meetings but also outside of here such as in conversations with
friends.  The 5th Amendment is our friend here." He smiled and said, "Blame
it on me.  Tell anybody who asks that your attorney told you not to discuss
it." Amy chuckled, "Yeah, the lawyer is always the bad guy, isn't he?" Then
she turned serious and continued, "I will be very careful what I say."
Marriott glanced at his watch.  It was now 5:20, and he asked the
secretary, "Will Dr.  Knoxx be much longer?" Duckworth just shrugged and
said she didn't know, but she had reminded Knoxx about the meeting just
before Amy had arrived. Just then the outer door opened and the janitor
came in with the vacuum cleaner.  He was surprised to see the naked girl
sitting there and then he gave the secretary a questioning look and said,
"Do you want me to come back later?" Duckworth said, "No, Walter, now is
fine.  I'm sure they will be happy to stand up for a minute or so while you
vacuum under the bench." And she just gave Amy and Marriott a curt nod as
if to say, "Please do as I said." The janitor was a middle-aged man, maybe
45 or so, and he had his eyes fixed on the pretty nude girl as he started
his cleaning task.  He started with dusting and he had to bend over Amy to
clean off the corner table next to the girl.  She felt trapped as she sat
there with him bending so closely over her naked body.  Then, the janitor
plugged in the vacuum cleaner and said to Marriott and Amy, "Why don't I
start under your bench and then I'll be out of your way?  Could you please
move over there for a moment?" They shrugged and stood up.  And of course,
the paper towel stuck momentarily to Amy's butt before it fluttered to the
floor under the table like it had done the day before.  She got down on her
hands and knees and retrieved it from under the table.  Naturally, the
janitor got a clear view of her bare ass and pussy lips.  Then, his eyes
looked her up and down after she stood back up.  He thought to himself,
"Wow, what pretty boobs she has!" It took the janitor about 10 minutes to
finish his cleaning.  Amy felt that he could have done it much quicker, but
he was working slowly so that he could steal some additional glances at her
naked body.  Just as he was unplugging the vacuum cleaner, Knoxx appeared
and invited Amy and Marriott into his office. Amy grabbed her backpack and
towel, and she and Marriott went into the office.  The four other committee
members were already there and were seated in the same chairs as yesterday.
Evidently, they had been there for the last 30 minutes discussing strategy
with Knoxx for this meeting. Marriott sat down on the couch and shifted to
the side to make space of Amy.  She laid the towel on the leather couch,
and started to sit down.  But Knoxx said, "Miss Suzuki, why don't you just
remain standing?  That way you don't have to mess with the paper towel.  In
fact, why don't we just say that you'll stand during these daily meetings?
That may be somewhat shaming for you, but that's part of the point of the
punishment.  Okay?" Amy reached back, grabbed the towel from the couch,
wadded it up, tossed it in the trash, and just said, "Fine." She glanced at
Marriott who had an angry look in his eyes. Marriott said, "Dr.  Knoxx, I
don't appreciate my client being treated this way.  And I saw the phallic
shaped hook out in the waiting room, and I think that is very demeaning to
her also.  What's the meaning of this?" Knoxx said, "Okay, Mr.  Marriott.
I'm sorry that this meeting has gotten off to such a rocky start.  But let
me remind you again that we want this punishment to be harsh, and these
little things, such as her standing naked during this meeting or that
penis-shaped hook, are just some additional ways to embarrass Miss Suzuki
and to remind her that she is being punished.  Now, as to that unusual
hook, we thought of that earlier today, and Mr.  Thorson, our maintenance
supervisor, quickly found the parts and assembled it.  We thought that it
would add a bit of levity to this situation albeit at Miss Suzuki's
expense. Okay?" Marriott continued to glare at him, "Okay, but I still
don't like it.  Anyway, before you get started with your agenda, I'd like
to discuss something I noticed in your rules and regulations.  The
no-streaking rule says that the student's genitals must be exposed for the
student to be charged with streaking, and I remind you that you cannot
prove that Miss Suzuki's vulva was exposed while she was running around the
quad.  So, I suggest that you just drop this whole thing." Knoxx gave him a
startled look and said angrily, "Oh no, we cannot do that.  We must send a
message to the other students that we will not condone such behavior."
Knoxx then turned his head and raised his eyebrows while looking back at
Tyson Laird, the university attorney. Laird immediately spoke up, "Mr. 
Marriott, technically you are correct, but we still have the 'acceptable
behavior' rule on the books that provides us with a wide range of
punishments including expulsion.  And Miss Suzuki definitely broke the
'acceptable behavior' rule even if her genitals were not exposed, and we
think that she deserves to be punished severely for that.  So, I propose
that we just change the document to reflect a different rule that Miss
Suzuki broke, but all of the punishment that we discussed yesterday remains
as described." Marriott said, "Let me talk with Amy for a moment." And Amy
blushed as she bent over to confer with Marriott, because she realized that
Marriott was getting a full view of her dangling breasts and the other 5
men were enjoying a full rear view of her pretty tush and slit. Marriott
tried to look her in the face, but he couldn't help but notice the pretty
boobs hanging so tantalizingly.  He merely whispered to Amy, "Just what I
thought would happen.  I don't think we can gain anything by pressing the
issue any further." Amy just nodded and stood back up again. Marriott
sighed and said aloud, "Okay, Mr.  Laird and Dr.  Knoxx, we agree that you
could punish her the same way under either rule.  If you want to change the
document, that's okay with us, but it's not really necessary.  Now, do you
have that document ready?" Knoxx handed Amy two copies of the document and
she passed one onto Marriott.  She briefly skimmed over the 3-page document
and turned to Marriott.  She bent over to whisper to him, presenting the
same views of her breasts and ass as before.  She just sighed and said
quietly to Marriott, "This is pretty long.  I would like time to study it
before signing it." Marriott said, "I agree." And then he said aloud to
Knoxx, "Dr.  Knoxx, we don't think we should sign this right now.  Please
give us a day to review it, and we will discuss it at tomorrow's meeting.
I'm sure it will be okay, but we need time to look it over.  Okay?" Knoxx
nodded and said, "That's fine, Mr.  Marriott.  But I'm just curious as to
how long you are going to be here in town representing Miss Suzuki?" And
Amy had been wondering the same thing.  Would he be here indefinitely?  She
didn't think so, and she was anxious to hear his answer. Marriott said,
"Well, I was planning to leave tomorrow morning, but since Amy and I need
to review this, I'll stay an extra day.  Then I believe I can handle any
other issues that might come up by telephone or fax from my office in
Warwick.  Okay?" Amy was relieved to have this clarification, but she said
nothing. Knoxx said, "Yes, thanks for clearing that up.  Okay, there are
two other items that I had on today's agenda: Approving what underwear she
can wear and reviewing the community service projects.  Anything else that
you'd like to discuss?" Amy thought about the ankle pouch but decided to
bring it out with the panties.  She and Marriott shook their heads. Knoxx
said, "Very good.  Let's talk about the panties first.  Miss Suzuki, did
you bring the ones that you want to wear?" Amy nodded.  She squatted down
rather than bending to her backpack; she hoped that they wouldn't notice
that she was actually covering herself up a little bit more this way.  She
got out the bag of panties and held it with a questioning look on her face.
Knoxx said, "Good.  Just dump them out here on the desk, and we'll look
them over." Amy turned the bag upside down and shook it; her breasts
jiggled nicely as she shook.  The panties tumbled out onto his desk.  She
thought to herself, "How humiliating is this?  Here I am naked with a bunch
of men who are about to be looking closely at my underwear that really
should be home in my drawer - not here on his desk." But she just stood
back. Knoxx thought for a moment before saying, "Here's what I want to do.
I will look at each pair and then pass it along to the committee.  Any of
the panties that we find unacceptable, we will put back in your bag and you
can take them home.  Then, we will ask you to put on each pair of the
remaining panties so that we can see how they look on you.  We may reject
some more after the demonstration.  And finally for the acceptable ones, I
am going to make a small red mark on the outside of the back rim.  That way
we will know that you are wearing acceptable panties when we see you around
campus.  Okay?" Amy blushed as she realized that he was just ratcheting up
the embarrassment level a little bit more.  She merely said, "Okay." And
Marriott agreed. Knoxx picked up a pair of red panties with white hem.  He
held them up for display and then handed them over to Tyson Laird.  And the
panties went down the line, Laird, Kirkpatrick, Telford, Farmer, and back
to Knoxx.  But Knoxx said, "No, I don't want red ones.  Here put them back
in the bag." He handed them back to Amy. The next ones were simple white
bikini style.  They were passed down the line and Knoxx said, "Okay, these
are all right." This went on for the rest of the 16 pairs that she had
brought.  The white, pink, yellow, and flesh-colored ones were accepted. 
They only rejected two more, a black pair and a tiny white pair which had
only a strap on the hip - too sexy, they said.  Amy put them back in the
bag. Knoxx then counted out the acceptable ones and said, "Let's see now,
we've got 13 pairs that passed the first test.  Now, Miss Suzuki, you will
put on each of these and we will see how you look in them." And he handed
her the white bikini panties. She took them and looked at Marriott, who
just shook his head in disgust.  Then he just shrugged and said quietly,
"Go ahead, Amy." She slid them up her long legs pulling them up so that
they were comfortable.  Then she stood there for a moment so that the men
could see her front, and then turned slowly around to show them the back.
And finally she faced them again. Lucas Telford spoke for the first time at
this point, "You know, Miss Suzuki, you have a lot of pubic hair - a rather
lush bush, if I can put it bluntly.  It's poking out above the top of those
panties.  Would you be willing to trim it down for us so that it's covered
by the panties?  I think you would look better that way." Amy blushed a
brighter red than she ever had and thought, "Holy shit, they are asking me
to trim my pussy hair.  How far is this embarrassment going to go?" But she
just said aloud, "Okay, I can do that." Telford said, "Ah, good.  Let's go
onto the next pair." Amy slid off the bikinis and handed them back to Knoxx
who started a pile on the other side of his desk.  Next he handed her
another pair of white panties, but these had a higher rise to them.  She
slid them up and they reached a couple of inches higher than the previous
ones, but not up to her belly button.  This pair completely covered her
lower hair.  She made the appropriate turns to show them off. Knoxx
immediately shook his head, "No, those are too high.  They cover her too
much.  Not enough of an embarrassment factor for her." The 4 men agreed,
and Knoxx spoke to Amy, "Take them off and put them in the bag." Amy sighed
and followed his instructions. The next three pairs were deemed to be okay.
Two flesh-colored and one pink.  They went on the acceptable pile. Amy slid
on the next pair, which were a pale yellow with white trim.  These were one
of her favorites, because they were so comfortable.  Kind of an old friend.
They were low-rise, bikini style again.  She made the turns to display them
to the men.  They said that the panties looked okay, but just as she was
about to take them off, Knoxx said, "Stop.  Miss Suzuki, please come around
the desk so I can look more closely at them." She reluctantly did as he
asked, and when she was standing right next to him, he pointed his finger
at a spot a few inches from her pussy on the right side near the bottom
rim. He said, "Miss Suzuki, there is a small hole starting to develop
there. These panties are completely unacceptable.  We cannot have holey
underwear on display like that.  Please take them off and put them in the
bag." Amy blushed again as she slid them down her legs.  Her comfy panties
had been rejected. The next pair was pink.  She slid them on, turned, and
waited for their comments.  This time Brandon Kirkpatrick spoke, "There is
a lot of pubic hair showing above these, and the side panels are very
narrow.  And there's a faint design embroidered right near the crotch.  I
think these are too sexy for her to be wearing around campus.  We want her
to be embarrassed not to be showing off." The other men agreed. Knoxx said,
"Okay, Miss Suzuki, please take them off and put them in the bag.  And I'll
give you the next pair." The next were also pink, and she modeled them for
the men.  Knoxx asked her to turn around again so he could see her behind.
He said, "Miss Suzuki, even though these aren't thong style, they are
showing a lot of your rear cheeks.  I think they are too sexy.  Please take
them off and put them back in your reject bag." The last 5 pairs were
acceptable.  White, "bare" (i.e.  flesh-tone), yellow, pink, yellow.  Amy
took off the last pair and stood naked again in front of the men. Knoxx
took a red magic marker from his desk, lifted a pair of white panties from
the pile, and said, "Okay, let me show you what I'm going to do.  I'm going
to put a little red mark right on the upper hem in the back middle." He
made the slight mark on the panties and handed them to Amy.  "Now, Miss
Suzuki, please put them on again, and let's see how they look from behind."
Amy slid them on and turned around so that the men could see her behind. 
Laird said, "I think the mark should be a tiny bit bigger." Knoxx nodded
and said to Amy, "Please come around here again and let me make it just a
bit bigger." Amy came back around the desk and presented her backside to
Knoxx.  She shivered as she felt his touch on her skin as he pulled the
panties out a little bit.  He used the magic marker to make the spot just a
bit bigger and with his hand still on her panties and touching her skin; he
showed it to the men.  They agreed it looked okay.  Knoxx took his hand
away and looked at the finished product and said, "Yep, that looks better.
All right, you can take them off now." He then made the same mark on the
other 8 pairs. Knoxx said, "Okay, we've got 9 pairs here.  That should be
enough to get you started.  Now, . . ." Amy interrupted, "What about the
pair I was wearing today?  They are outside on the hook." She said "hook"
with a derisive tone in her voice. Knoxx said, "Okay, I was just getting to
that.  Those panties will be covered by what I've got to say now." She
nodded as he went on, "Okay, Miss Suzuki, now that we've decided which
panties are acceptable and have marked them as such, here's how the
procedure is going to work.  We are going to keep this collection of
panties here, and we will give you a new pair to wear each day.  So, each
day as you enter the waiting room you will approach Mrs.  Duckworth's desk,
turn around so that she can verify that your current panties have the
correct mark on them, remove your panties, hang them on the hook, and then
wait out there naked until we call you in for the meeting.  At the end of
each meeting, I will give you a fresh pair of panties to wear for the next
day.  Your dirty panties will be kept here until graduation day." He went
on, "Actually, that reminds me.  Did you put on clean panties this
morning?" Amy just nodded.  He continued, "Well, that means that you've got
yesterday's dirty underpants at home somewhere.  So, just to be consistent,
please bring those dirty panties in with you tomorrow and we'll keep them
til graduation day, as well.  Understand?" Amy nodded again and he looked
at a calendar and counted the days, "Let's see there are 19 days til
graduation and you've only got 9 pairs of acceptable panties here.  So, you
are 10 panties short.  You will need to purchase 10 more pairs of panties
and bring them in for our approval and marking; you should probably buy a
couple of extra pairs just in case.  Maybe get some light blue and light
green ones, too?  Also, maybe a pair with more of an Asian flesh tone to
them that more closely match your nice skin color?" He went on, "On
graduation day, all of your panties will be returned to you.  What we are
attempting to accomplish with all of this is some additional embarrassment
for you since I will be controlling your panties.  You will not wear any
other panties except those that I give you.  Just another part of the
punishment.  Do you understand?" Amy said sheepishly, "Yes, I see." Knoxx
asked the committee, "Any other questions or comments about the panties?"
None of the men had anything to add.  He continued, "Okay then, let's talk
about the community service activities.  On the last page of the document,
we've laid out some probable activities for Miss Suzuki to perform." The
list looked like this: May 3, Thursday - posting notices, Wytham May 4,
Friday - art class May 5, Saturday - usher at concert May 6, Sunday - BUF
May 7, Monday - art class May 8, Tuesday - fill in for Mrs.  Duckworth May
9, Wednesday -  May 10, Thursday - art class, Wytham May 11, Friday -
cheerleading practice May 12, Saturday - ground crew work May 13, Sunday -
cheerleading at baseball game May 14, Monday -  May 15, Tuesday -  May
16, Wednesday - art class May 17, Thursday - Wytham May 18, Friday - art
class May 19, Saturday -  May 20, Sunday -  May 21, Monday - graduation
day They paused for a minute or so as they all looked over the list.  Then,
Knoxx said, "If you've had time to skim the list, let me say a few things
about these activities.  We've tried to think of things that would be
appropriate as part of your punishment, that would help out the university,
and that fit in with your class schedule.  Let me skip the first one about
notices for the moment and talk about Wytham.  As I mentioned yesterday,
Wytham is a medical research facility specializing in sexual research.  Did
you get a chance to talk with Miss Cobb about this?" Amy blushed and said,
"Yes, I did." Knoxx continued, "Well, you probably now know more than I do
about it.  At any rate, Dr.  Beaupre would like you to have at least 3
hours available at a time because of the long walk to the other side of
campus and the sessions themselves would be about 2 hours.  And the way
your class schedule is arranged, the only time that fits well for both of
you would be Thursday afternoon when you are free.  I think I'm correct in
saying that your English Literature class meets only on Tuesday and not on
Thursday?" Amy shuddered a bit, because this semester she had valued her
Thursday afternoons as her schedule was free of classes and she could plan
other extended activities for that time.  But now Knoxx seemed to be taking
away that precious time.  She sighed and said, "Yes, that's correct." Knoxx
said, "Okay, good.  Thursdays will work well for both of you.  He will call
your cell phone tomorrow morning to give you directions.  I think it's at
1:30, but I'll let him tell you for sure.  As far as the art class is
concerned, we talked briefly yesterday about posing for them, and I checked
with Ms.  Whiteside the instructor, and she said she could definitely use a
nude model.  She said she could use one everyday for the rest of the term,
but she settled for the few times that we listed here.  Then on Saturday,
there's a Mozart concert at the auditorium, and you will be an usher for
that.  And on Sunday, we've listed 'BUF' which stands for Bancroft
University Foundation.  Dr.  Farmer here is the managing director of the
foundation, and he wants your help with a newsletter and a reception on
Sunday." Knoxx went on, "Next Tuesday, Mrs.  Duckworth, our secretary,
needs to take some time off to handle personal issues and we want you to
fill in for her for a few hours.  The cheerleading thing is a bit unusual,
because normally, the baseball team doesn't have cheerleaders, but they are
playing in a tournament the weekend after this and the coach thought having
a special cheerleading squad would be a nice thing for you to do.  And Mr.
Thorson, the maintenance boss, wants you to help his crew a week from
Saturday.  We can discuss those things in more detail as the dates get
closer.  Any questions?" Amy gulped, because this would be a lot of
exposure.  She asked, "Would I have to be naked for all of these
activities?" Knoxx looked at the list and said, "Let's see.  Art class,
definitely.  Wytham, I believe so, but I'm not sure.  Concert usher, no,
that would not be appropriate.  The foundation, Dr.  Farmer says yes. 
Finally, cheerleading and ground crew work, I'll leave that up to the
supervisors involved.  Any other questions?" Amy gulped even harder,
because it sounded like she would be nude for almost all of these
activities.  But she thought to herself, "He says it would be inappropriate
for me to be naked at the concert, but being topless wearing only panties
is appropriate somehow!" Then she asked, "What's this about posting notices
tomorrow?" Knoxx, "Ah, I'd almost forgotten.  Let me show you." And he
reached for a big stack of paper on his desk.  "Here are the notices that I
want you to post on the various bulletin boards around campus tomorrow
morning.  Since you are mentioned in the notice, it seems appropriate for
you to post them." Here's what the notice said: Notice to All Students You
will be seeing two unclothed students around campus until the end of the
semester, and this notice is to clarify these situations.  We feel that an
explanation is needed because the two situations are completely different.
One of the students is Eva Cobb, and she is completely unclothed when she
is in Wakefield Hall where she poses for drawing classes.  She will be
wearing normal clothes at other times. The other student is Amelia "Amy"
Suzuki, who wears only a minimal amount of clothing to cover her genital
area.  Her near nudity is a punishment for her streaking last Monday night
on the campus quad.  Normally, the punishment for streaking on campus is
immediate expulsion from this university, but there are extenuating
circumstances that requires us to punish her in this manner. Reminder: Any
student who is caught streaking in the future will be detained naked for a
short period of time and after a meeting with university officials he or
she will be immediately expelled.  No more exceptions to this rule.  See
the university web site to read the entire rule. Calvin Knoxx Chancellor,
Bancroft University Amy looked at one of the notices; it was printed on
very light yellow paper with several faint photos of flowers around the
borders.  Amy thought that from a distance it would look more like an
advertisement for a spring garden show than a college notice about naked
students.  She thought to herself, "At least, he didn't put photos of naked
women on it instead of flowers!" As she and Marriott scanned the notice,
Knoxx said, "There are 100 copies of this notice here.  I believe that
there are 75 boards or so around campus.  Put one notice on each board, and
if you have extra copies, tape them to lamp posts or something like that.
Here is a big box of push pins plus a roll of masking tape.  That should be
sufficient for this job.  Also, many of those bulletin boards are behind
locked glass doors; here is a master key that you can use to open those
doors.  Please bring the key back with you tomorrow.  Any questions about
that?" Amy just shook her head. Knoxx said, "Okay, I think we are almost
done here.  But I just remembered one more thing.  For your convenience, we
are going to put up a peg in the art studio so that you can hang your
panties on it while you are posing.  It's a plain vanilla peg, not another
phallus-like thing.  Also, there will be a peg outside of the Wytham room
that you will be using for the same purpose.  And Thorson may put one up
near his office if he wants you to remove your panties for his ground crew
work.  Your panties should be safe there, but if they happen to be stolen
during that time, you will immediately come back to this office to get
another pair from this collection of approved panties.  Okay?" Amy thought
to herself, "He said 'for my convenience'.  Hah!  It's more like 'for my
embarrassment'." But she only said, "I understand.  But I have one more
thing." And she retrieved the ankle pouch from the backpack.  "Eva Cobb
lent me this to use to carry my keys and maybe some money.  It goes on my
ankle.  I probably wouldn't have to use it very much, because I have my
backpack most of the time.  But there might be a few times that it would
come in handy.  I wanted to ask your permission before I used it." Knoxx
said, "I've seen Miss Cobb with this occasionally in my visits to
Wakefield. Why don't you put it on so we can see what it would look like on
you?" Amy raised her right leg and propped it on his desk exposing her
pussy lips to the men, and she hooked the pouch to her ankle with the
velcro strap.  Then, she stepped around behind the desk so that they could
see it.  She bent over and opened and closed the pouch so they could see
how it works.  The men admired the side view of her hanging boobs. Knoxx
looked at it and then he skimmed the list of community service activities.
He said, "Well, I guess it's okay for around campus, but it's definitely
not appropriate for any of your community service things.  I guess what I'm
saying is to use it only when you don't have your backpack.  Does that
sound right, gentlemen?" The other 4 men agreed.  "So, yes, Miss Suzuki,
it's okay to use it on a very limited basis.  Thank you for asking us
first." He continued, "And Miss Suzuki, one last thing.  We understand that
your roommate, Miss Hathaway, is out of town til tomorrow.  Is that right?"
Amy was puzzled about where this was going and hesitantly said, "Yes, Linda
is on a field trip to an art museum in Boston.  She will be back tomorrow."
Knoxx asked, "Do you know if she will be back before 5 o'clock tomorrow
afternoon?" "I think so, but she didn't tell me an exact time.  Why?"
"Well, I would like for her to come to this meeting tomorrow with you, if
she can, or then to Friday's meeting, otherwise.  We would like to explain
this situation to her so that she hears our point of view as well as yours.
That's all.  You can be rest assured that she is not being punished or
disciplined.  We just want to talk with her." Amy was still skeptical, but
she just said, "Okay, I'll ask her when she returns." Knoxx said, "Well, I
guess that about wraps things up.  But before you leave, let me give you a
pair of panties for tomorrow.  Let's see, how about these white ones? 
Please put them on." He held up the panties and spread them out to show to
the other men.  After they nodded, he handed her the white bikinis and she
slid them up.  As before the pussy hair showed above the top rim.  Knoxx
looked at her and said, "Please remember to deal with that pubic hair
tonight.  Have a nice evening.  See you tomorrow afternoon." They all stood
as Amy and Marriott departed.  As they walked by the penis hook, Amy looked
up and saw her flesh-colored panties still hanging there.  She wondered if
she would ever see them again! ---------------------------- Amy and
Marriott ate dinner at the Union cafeteria again.  They both read over the
document as they were eating.  When he finished eating, Marriott said,
"Amy, did you see this section where they laid out the list of rules?  The
section headers name the rules: Full cooperation, On time, Obey
instructions, No hiding, No covering, Acceptable appearance, Respect
authority, Required nudity.  When I first saw that, I thought it was just
some boiler plate stuff that they copied from another document, but after
re-reading it, I see that they carefully crafted this for your specific
situation." Amy was still chewing, but she paused for a moment and said,
"Uhh, so, is there something there I need to worry about?  I mean, they
already mentioned the no-covering-up rule in the meeting." "Yes, I remember
them telling you not to hide your breasts and pubic area", Marriott
responded.  "But some of these, such as 'Full cooperation' and 'Respect
authority' are kind of vague and overlap with others such as 'Obey
instructions'.  Also, when I first spotted the 'Required nudity' line, I
thought it was a mistake because we negotiated for you to wear panties. 
But after reading the short paragraph under it, I realized it referred to
the community service activities.  So, I urge you to read that paragraph
carefully; in fact, read all of those paragraphs carefully.  I fear that
they might be setting you up to be caught doing small things and then being
punished some more using the last paragraph which says that they can impose
additional punishment projects for breaking these rules or breaking the
college's standard rules listed on the web site." Amy spent about a minute
skimming the page of rules and merely said, "Okay, I'll study them.  And
I'll try to be careful to follow them." They were mostly silent as they
drove back to the dorm. Once she was back in her room, she worked on her
big project for Formal Logic since it was fresh in her mind.  Well, it
actually wasn't so fresh in her mind, because there had been that
embarrassing extemporaneous speech in Public Speaking followed by an hour
of being naked in front of 5 men and modeling panties for them.  Those
memories were even fresher than Formal Logic.  But she hunkered down and
made substantial progress on the Logic project. About 10 o'clock, she
started reviewing the document.  It seemed to match what had been said
verbally in the two afternoon meetings and what Marriott said over dinner.
There was a little bit of fuzziness in describing the community service
projects, but she didn't think it was too bad.  If Marriott was satisfied,
she would sign it as is tomorrow. A little after 11 PM, she decided to
attack her pubic hair, so to speak.  Knoxx had instructed her to "deal
with" her pussy hair tonight.  She realized that he was probably right; her
pubic bush needed trimming.  She didn't do that very often, but then again,
her pubic area was not on display very often and so she didn't worry about
it.  But now was the time. She got out her scissors, shaving cream, and
razor, stood in front of the mirror, and lowered her panties to her knees.
She really hoped that Stubbins wouldn't come in with her master key while
Amy was doing this because it would be embarrassing, but she wasn't
breaking any of Knoxx's rules - in fact, she was following his order. 
Looking in the mirror and holding the scissors in her right hand, she tried
to thin out her pubic hair.  That kind of worked, but it looked pretty
scraggily when she got done.  She pulled up the panties to the height that
she usually did and looked in the mirror.  The strands of hair were no
longer visible above the top hem of her panties, but there was a lot of
stubble.  She took off her panties completely and found her hand mirror. 
She laid a plastic bag on the bed, positioned her pussy right over it,
spread her legs wide, leaned the hand mirror against her teddy bear so that
she could see her pussy, lathered up the shaving cream, and went to work
shaving.  She definitely didn't want to shave it all off, but she did want
to remove the stubble visible above her panties.  She scraped away to a
couple of inches above her pussy lips.  And then she tried to clean up the
scraggliness (is that even a word, she thought?) with the scissors.  This
whole job would have been easy for a second person to do on her, but she
didn't have anyone to ask to do it.  She got up, pulled on her panties, and
walked over to the mirror.  She looked good panty-wise.  So, she dropped
the panties to her knees again and studied the naked view of her pussy
area. It could have been better, she thought, but it was good enough.
"Enough for tonight.  I'm going to bed", she said aloud to no one in
particular.  She decided to be naughty and peeled off her panties, turned
off the light, and climbed in under the sheets.  She didn't usually sleep
in the nude, but tonight she would.

   May 3, Thursday

   Chapter 11 - Posting Nudie Notices

   Thursday was usually Amy's favorite day of the week.  Only one class,
lots of free time.  But this was a different sort of Thursday. She looked
at the stack of 100 notices that she had to post on the bulletin boards. 
She thought, "Why in this electronic age can't I just post this info
somewhere on Bancroft's web page?  I'm a journalism student after all, and
I know about web page design and layout." But those were not her
instructions; she had to do it the way they did it in the 1800's!  And
Knoxx knew that this was the way that would require her to expose her
nearly naked body to the most people this morning!  She sighed as she
realized that she didn't know where all the bulletin boards on campus were
located.  What am I supposed to do?  Just walk around almost naked and look
for them?  But she had an inspiration, maybe there's a map online
somewhere. So she logged on to the university web site, searched around,
and finally drilled down to the maintenance department page.  And lo and
behold, there was a campus map which showed the locations of the bulletin
boards along with things like underground pipes, power lines, and street
signs.  She printed it out, stuffed all of the materials into her backpack
along with her Modern Journalism notes, and set out to post the notices.
The first board was just outside the front door of the dorm.  She pulled
out a notice from her backpack and pinned it up on the hard cork board. 
That wasn't so hard.  Only 99 more to go. She studied her map and located
several more bulletin boards in this part of campus.  On one of them, the
only open space was up near the top and she had to stand on tiptoe to reach
up there.  Just as she was doing that, a bunch of underclass guys came by,
but they stopped and watched the pretty girl in profile - hard nipples on
her almost flattened breasts and down to her long lean legs.  They tried to
make small talk, but she ignored them and finished up.  As they walked
away, she heard one of them yell, "Bye-bye, Underpants Amy, have a nice
day!" She blushed and was stunned to hear herself called that again; word
must be getting around. As she worked on the next board, she heard a female
voice call, "Hey, Amy.  Hi there." It was Rekha Shah, her friend from lunch
on Tuesday.  "Hi Rekha, nice to see you", Amy replied. Rekha said, "What
are you doing anyway?" And Amy showed her one of the notices and said, "I'm
putting these up all around campus." Rekha said, "Oh wow, that's going to
be a lot of work.  Do you want some help?  I've got an hour free before my
next class." Amy smiled at her and said, "Thanks, Rake, but I really have
to do this myself.  It's part of my punishment for streaking, and if they
found out that I took the easy way out by getting help, they would make it
hard on me.  I can't afford any slip-ups.  But I really appreciate the
offer.  You're a good friend." Rekha said she understood and went on her
way back to the dorm.  Just then Amy's cell phone rang; it was in her
backpack, but she had set the ring volume to high so she would be sure to
hear it.  It was a Dr.  Beaupre from the Wytham Institute.  After the brief
introductions, Amy said, "I understand that you are expecting me this
afternoon.  If that's correct, what time do you want me?" Beaupre said,
"Miss Suzuki, we will really appreciate your help in our research.  Let's
say 1:30 this afternoon, if that works for you.  Since there are only a few
weeks left in the semester, I'd really like to get going with the tests
this afternoon.  Usually, we'd just have sort of a get-acquainted session
on the first meeting, but I'd like to actually do some tests today.  We can
talk more about it when you get here.  You can find me in room 144.  1:30
right?" Amy just said, "Yes, that's fine.  See you then." She hung up, and
a new feeling of dread spread over her.  What were these tests he was
talking about?  But she didn't have time to brood about it now; she needed
to get these damn nudie notices posted. Amy continued following her map,
and by 10 AM she had put up about 60 of the notices.  She had heard a bunch
more catcalls and rude comments; she ignored those, but the calls of
"Underpants Amy" bothered her; she tried to ignore them, but a couple of
times she glared at the guy who had yelled it.  There were only a few more
bulletin boards on the main part of campus to do and they were over by the
quad.  So, as she walked that way, she started taping notices to lamp posts
and pinning them to telephone poles.  She circled the quad and pinned the
notices to the dozen or so bulletin boards there.  When she finished, she
looked up at the seventh floor windows of the admin building and was
surprised to see Tyson Laird looking at her.  How long had he been
watching, she wondered?  Oh well, a mostly naked girl will attract
attention from almost anyone, including creepy old men like Laird who had
just seen her completely naked each of the last two days.  She saved the
last few notices for the few boards on the far side of campus near Wytham;
she would do those this afternoon. She had gotten sweaty and a bit dirty
doing this physical work.  It wasn't hard work, but she did perspire a bit.
She looked down at her panties and was relieved to see that they were still
clean.  But she had the Modern Journalism class in only 15 minutes.  She
had misjudged the timing; she should have left time to return to the dorm
and take a shower.  But she couldn't afford to do that now, but still she
needed to clean up a little bit.  She ran into Roosevelt Hall where the
class room was located and dashed into the nearest ladies' room.  She
needed to quickly wash herself off, but she didn't want to get the panties
wet - she could dry her skin in 5 minutes, but she couldn't dry her panties
that fast.  So, she whipped off her panties and hung them on a hook in one
of the stalls.  Then she grabbed a bunch of paper towels and used them to
wash herself down quickly.  Just then an older woman walked in and was
shocked to see a naked young lady washing herself at the sink.  The older
lady just walked towards the stalls, and Amy could see that the woman was
headed to the stall where Amy had hung her panties.  Amy rushed over and
said, "Ma'am, please use the next stall." But the lady just said, "Hrumph,
I always use this stall", and she pushed Amy out of the way.  But Amy
didn't give up; she had to get her panties before class started.  Amy
grabbed the stall door just as the lady was shutting it, reached in, and
yanked her panties off the hook on the back of the door.  She breathed a
sigh of relief; she had saved her panties. Amy placed the panties on the
nearby window ledge where she could keep an eye on them and finished her
quick clean-up.  She dried herself with another handful of paper towels,
looked herself over in the mirror, and slipped on her panties.  And she
made it into class just as Professor Haynesworth was closing the door -
panties and all.

   Chapter 12 - Wytham in the Afternoon

   The morning class had run a little long, and Amy was squeezed for time
again.  She needed to walk back to the dorm, take a shower, and eat lunch
before making the very long walk to Wytham by 1:30.  While showering, she
remembered what Eva had told her about keeping her "lower area" especially
clean, and Amy was pretty sure that there would be some sort of "intimate
inspection" of that area; so, she washed thoroughly. Linda had not returned
yet.  So, Amy left her a note asking her to call Amy's cell phone if she
got back before 5 o'clock.  Amy wasn't sure if there would be time to come
back to the dorm between Wytham and the 5 PM meeting.  Oh well, Knoxx had
said Friday would be okay, too, for the meeting with Linda. At 1 o'clock,
Amy set off on the long walk to Wytham.  She had actually been by here
several times before while jogging, but she hadn't paid much attention to
the strange building on the far side of campus; actually, it was just off
the main part of campus, because it was across Nordling Avenue on the other
side of the street.  She now recognized the building, but she had never
noticed the small sign that merely said "Wytham".  If she had thought about
this at all previously (which she had not), she would have assumed that
Wytham was just another financial firm or maybe a law firm or a dentist's
office or some such thing.  She walked quickly up to it, her breasts
bouncing alluringly for the many onlooking eyes.  Since she arrived in
there at 1:20, she thought she might have time to put up the last 3 posters
on the nearby boards.  She hurried and was able to finish just in time with
the last one right in front of the Wytham entrance. She thought, "Okay, one
community service project down.  Many more to go.  And the next one's going
to be tough." She steeled herself and walked into the building.  It was
dingy place; it looked like it had built in the 1960's and had never been
updated since then, and it was damn cold in there even though it was
pleasantly warm outside. In the lobby, a bunch of students in white lab
coats were talking.  They stopped and stared as the pretty topless girl
walked in.  There was silence for a moment as Amy stared back at them.  She
then said, "Which way to room 144?  Dr.  Beaupre's office." One of the
geeky looking guys said, "Down the hall to your left.  Here, I'll show
you." But Amy waved him away and ran down the hall. She looked at the room
numbers, made a misturn down another drab hallway, re-traced her steps, and
continued.  Finally, there was 144.  And she stopped with her heart
pounding.  Just as she was ready to knock, she saw the peg by the side of
the door.  She sighed as she knew what she had to do now.  Amy slowly slid
her panties down her legs and hung them on the hook.  Now, she was
completely naked in this eerie place.  She gathered her courage and knocked
on the door.  The door was opened by a young guy in a lab coat, who said,
"Whoa, what do we have here?  You don't look like Eva Cobb.  But please
come in." She stepped in and noticed that she was in some kind of waiting
room or maybe a coffee break room; there were two other men sitting at the
table drinking coffee and staring at the naked young woman.  Just then
another door which was marked only with "Office" opened and a middle-aged
man came out; he also had on a lab coat and the tag said "Dr.  Beaupre". 
She had found her man. "Miss Suzuki, I presume", he said with a friendly
smile.  Amy immediately noticed the very heavy southern accent.  They shook
hands, and he went on, "Very pleased to meet you." And he turned to the
other three men and said, "Gentlemen, this is Amelia Suzuki who is here to
help us with our SPS's." Amy thought, "What is SPS?  Probably some medical
term." But she turned and said, "Hi, please just call me Amy." Beaupre
looked her up and down and said, "Okay, Amy.  Please put your backpack over
in the corner.  Let's see now, um, how do we start?  Maybe I should explain
the circumstances to these other guys.  But first let me introduce you,
since we're all working together on this project.  This is Dr.  Patrick
Newman and this is Dr.  Dennis LaSalle and this is Logan Cranfield, one of
our student interns." She shook hands with each of them.  Beaupre then
spoke to the other men, "Since we are on the other side of campus, some of
you may not have heard why Amy here is parading around campus naked." Amy
was just about to object, when Beaupre raised his hand and continued,
"Actually, she's not completely naked - even though she is completely naked
right now.  Oh my, I'm not making much sense, am I?  Let me start from the
beginning.  She was caught streaking on Monday night and Chancellor Knoxx
decided to punish her by requiring her to wear just underpants for the next
few weeks.  But her punishment also includes some community service work
such as helping us with SPS, and she is nude for that.  Is that about
right, Amy?" Amy started, "Um, actually, not all . . ." But she stopped and
decided not to explain that she wouldn't be nude for all of the community
service activities.  She just said, "I mean to say, yes, Dr.  Beaupre,
that's correct." Beaupre laughed and said, "Well, good, I got something
right for a change.  We're going to go down the hall now to the lab, but
before we do, are there any questions.  Amy?  Guys?" Amy shook her head,
but Cranfield popped up, "So, you're naked now.  But where are your
panties, umm, I mean, underwear?  In your backpack?" Beaupre glared at him
and said, "What difference does that make?  She's here now to help us." But
Amy cut in, "Oh, that's okay.  I hung my panties on the hook outside in the
hallway.  I was told to do that by Dr.  Knoxx." Cranfield replied, "Oh, so
that's what that thing is for.  I saw the maintenance guys putting it up
this morning, and I wondered about it.  What happens if I steal them?" He
laughed as he said the last part. Amy laughed, too, and just said, "Please
don't." But inwardly, she was worried that her panties would disappear
sometime in the next few hours. The group of 4 men in lab coats and 1 very
naked girl walked out of the waiting room and into the hallway.  Beaupre
and LaSalle started talking about a medical procedure in very technical
terms that she didn't understand.  It almost sounded like a foreign
language, because she didn't understand most of it, but there was enough
real English mixed in to make her uncertain.  The two other guys started
talking about baseball and the university's success this year.  She almost
joined in their conversation, since she was a baseball fan, too, but she
kept quiet.  And she just padded down this dingy hallway following the men
around several corners - and farther and farther away from her panties. 
She felt very, very vulnerable, but she knew that's what Knoxx was
expecting her to feel as part of her punishment. They went up some stairs,
and it was even colder here.  She wondered, "Did they already have the air
conditioning turned on in this dump?", but she continued her silence and
just padded on and on.  Finally, they came to a room marked "Bayou" and
they entered the sterile lab.  It was only slightly warmer here than in the
stairwell. The 4 men found some chairs for themselves, and Beaupre said,
"Amy, please sit there on the metal table." She did as instructed, but the
table felt very cold on her bare ass.  She shivered and clutched her arms
to her chest.  But then she realized that she probably wasn't supposed to
cover herself in any way, and so, she put her hands behind her so that she
was kind of sitting on them and slightly opened her legs, but her pussy
still wasn't completely visible to them. He continued, "Okay, Miss Suzuki,
I'm sorry, I mean, Amy, I saw you give a puzzled look as we entered this
room; probably the name 'Bayou', right?" Amy smiled at the friendly man and
said, "Yes, Dr.  Beaupre, I was curious." He smiled at her and said,
"Please, these other guys call me 'Doctor Bo'.  Please feel free to do the
same; I think it's a cute play on the name of the early James Bond movie
'Doctor No'.  But 'Doctor No' has a negative connotation to it, doesn't it?
So, maybe think of it as 'Doctor Beau' spelled 'B-E-A-U', which means
'good' in French.  Okay?' She returned his smile and said, "Okay, uhh, Dr.
Bo." Beaupre went on, "Now the word 'Bayou'.  Both Dr.  LaSalle here and I
are from New Orleans.  We didn't know each other there, but when we set up
this facility several years ago, our colleagues decided to give the labs
and conference rooms names related to Louisiana - Delta, Tulane, Baton
Rouge, Cajun, Bourbon Street, and Pontchartrain." Amy smiled again and
said, "Oh, that's cute." Beaupre continued, "Before we start, let me give a
little bit of history.  As I said, this facility has been here for almost
seven years.  And as you probably know, Bancroft University has pretty
close ties with Campbell-Frank College over in Vermont.  You're aware of
that, right?" Amy just nodded and Beaupre went on, "Well, there is a
medical research organization called Chalfont that is affiliated with
Campbell-Frank, and they have a department that does similar sexual
research to ours.  I used to work at Chalfont, and when Bancroft suggested
setting up this facility, I jumped at the chance to lead it.  Our
organization is smaller than Chalfont, and we focus exclusively on the
physiological aspects of sexual research whereas Chalfont does research in
many other areas of medicine.  We work closely with Chalfont, and we share
information back and forth frequently.  I continue to be good friends with
those researchers, especially Dr.  Harridance who was my mentor." He
continued, "Now, let me apologize for some of our facilities.  We've always
considered these to be temporary quarters.  Maybe someday, we'll have our
own brand new building, but until then we make do with this place.  It's an
old medical clinic built in 1965 or so, and as you'll probably see, we've
fixed up one of the labs, but for the most part, we haven't done much to
this place.  The Louisiana-related room names kind of add a homey touch,
don't you think?" Amy smiled again at the friendly man and said, "Yes, it
does, Dr.  Bo.  And what does 'Wytham' mean?  Is that related to Louisiana;
it doesn't sound like it?" He smiled and said, "No, Amy.  I had to call
this place something, and I picked the name almost out of the air. 
Actually, I looked at a map of the area, and there is a stream nearby
called 'Wytham Creek'.  That's where I got the name, but I don't know where
the creek got its name.  If you Google it, you'll find references to it in
England, but as far as I'm concerned, it's the name of a creek and now this
research facility." He tilted his head and gave Amy a slight smile.  The
naked girl smiled back and said, "Okay.  Thanks." Beaupre turned serious
and said, "Let me sketch out what we want to do the next few hours.  First,
we'll do some sort of interview and then we want to do one of the
experiments.  Okay?" Amy nodded and he smiled as he went on, "These are
going to seem like pretty personal questions, but then again, we do pretty
personal stuff here.  You've been naked, or almost naked, for over 2 days
now.  Can you tell us how you feel about being naked in public?  I realize
that the nudity is part of your punishment and you're probably pretty
pissed off at being punished, but what I want to know is how you feel about
being nude around many clothed people?  Shamed?  Turned On?" Amy didn't
expect this and she had to think for a moment before saying, "It's mostly
embarrassment, and I guess that's what Dr.  Knoxx wants as part of my
punishment.  But I have to admit that there is a little bit of
exhilaration, too, and I guess you'd call that getting turned on." Beaupre
asked, "Any times that you were thinking, 'Hey look at me.  I'm naked, and
you're not.'?" Amy shook her head, but she stopped and said, "Actually,
there was once.  On Tuesday at the end of a morning class, Modern
Journalism, where I had to lead the discussion for the entire hour, I bowed
to the class as I finished." Beaupre said, "That's interesting.  Were you
wearing panties at the time or were you nude?" "I was completely naked."
"Well, I'm not certain if this is really relevant to what we're going to be
doing here, but let's pursue this a bit farther.  Why did you bow to the
class?  Did the instructor tell you to?" Amy replied, "No, I did it all on
my own.  And I don't really know why.  I don't consider myself to be an
exhibitionist." "Have you ever been naked in public before?  A nude beach?
A nudist resort?" "Nope.  The streaking was the first time." Beaupre said,
"Let's see, you were streaking on Monday night and this bow in class
happened Tuesday morning.  Did something happen in between that might have
encouraged you to do this?" Amy pondered, "Actually, yes.  The class was
from 11 til noon, and so the bow was just before noon.  At 10 AM, I had a
meeting with Dr.  Knoxx to discuss my punishment; I was nude during that
meeting, too.  He wanted to expel me from school right at that moment, but
I essentially talked him out of it.  I guess I was feeling pretty good
about myself even though he told me that I had to remain completely naked
until another meeting later in the day.  And he told me not to attempt to
cover myself in anyway during that time, and then he told the instructor to
put me on display somehow during that 11 o'clock class.  So, I guess by the
time noon rolled around, I was feeling pretty good about not being expelled
and about having endured the embarrassment of being on display in class. 
And that might be why I bowed.  But I really don't know why I did it."
Beaupre responded, "Okay, as I said, I don't think that's important for our
experiments.  That was more of a psychological issue rather than a
physiological issue, but when dealing with sexual research, psychology and
physiology are often closely intertwined.  But thanks for answering anyway.
Next question, are you sexually active?" Amy was stunned at such a personal
question and she stammered, "Um, uh, . . ., I guess so." LaSalle took over
here, "What does that mean?  When was the last time you had sexual
intercourse?" Amy blushed, "Actual sex?  I'd say about a month ago." "Why
so long ago?" Amy blushed some more, "Well, it was with my boyfriend.  But
about 3 weeks ago, we broke up, and I haven't been with anybody since."
Beaupre cut in, "You used the phrase 'actual sex' a moment ago.  What did
you mean by that?" Amy was now bright red and getting a bit annoyed, "Well,
that's the last time that he actually penetrated me.  That is, that was the
last time that a man's penis was in my vagina.  Is that clear enough?"
Beaupre said apologetically, "Amy, I'm really sorry about this
interrogation, but it might be important.  Did you have any other sexual
experiences with men after that?  Fondling?  Showering together?  Anything
like that?" Amy was still annoyed, "Yes, but not with 'men' as you say, but
with only one man - my ex-boyfriend, and only once after the last sexual
intercourse.  We were making out naked in his car, but somehow we got into
a severe argument before actually having sex.  And that argument led to us
breaking up.  All right?  Do you want to know what the argument was about?"
Beaupre raised is hands in defense, "Amy, okay, that's what I wanted to
know.  Again, I'm sorry.  Very well.  Did you have an orgasm the last time
you had sexual intercourse or during that make-out session in the car?" Amy
blushed some more and said, "Yes, when we had sex, but not in the car."
Beaupre kept on going, "And how many times did you come that time?" "Just
once." "Okay.  Did he use a condom?" "Yes." He went on, "When was the last
time you had unprotected sex?" "Never.  I insist that the man wear a
condom." "Good for you.  Do you also use birth control pills?  If so, do
you know the brand name?" "Yes.  The brand name is Alesse." Beaupre
continued, "Thanks.  And I assume that since you've been so careful that
you've never been pregnant, given birth, or had an abortion?" Amy answered
curtly, "That's correct." "Now, let me ask about your period.  When was
your last period?" Amy blushed again and then thought for a moment, "It
ended on Sunday." "This last Sunday?" Amy just nodded. Beaupre continued,
"And how long did it last?" Amy said, "Three days." Beaupre persisted, "Is
that normal for you?" Amy nodded again.  "And your normal cycle is 28
days?" And again she nodded.  "Do you use tampons or sanitary napkins
during your period?" "Sanitary napkins.  Kotex Ultra Thin pads to be
specific." She was getting uncomfortable talking about such personal
hygiene with him.  But she had to admit to herself that she hadn't thought
about it since her almost naked punishment began.  So, she paused for a
moment and did the arithmetic.  Her next period would start a couple of
days after graduation.  She breathed a sigh of relief as she realized that
she wouldn't have to worry about tampons or Kotex during this punishment
period. Beaupre looked at her quizzically and said, "Thanks.  You seem to
be thinking carefully about something.  Did this discussion remind you of
something important that we should know about?" Amy replied irritatingly,
"I was just calculating when my next period would begin.  It should be
about 3 weeks from today.  I'll let you decide if that's important to your
research.  I know that it's important to me." Beaupre sighed and said,
"Okay, Amy.  Just one more question, and this really is the last personal
question.  Have you ever had anal intercourse?" "No.  That sounds repulsive
to me." Beaupre said, "Okay, Amy, thanks.  And again I am sorry about
asking these things.  Should we take a break now?  Amy do you want coffee
or need to use the restroom?  Bottled water?" Amy said a bit testily,
"Yeah, I need to pee.  Where's the women's restroom?" She followed his
directions and walked naked into the grungy restroom just down the hall. 
She did her business and decided to clean herself "down there" again, since
she had just peed.  Fortunately, there was no one else in the room and she
used paper towels, soap, and water to clean herself thoroughly.  She was
still a bit ticked about being grilled like that about her sex life. As she
padded naked back down the hallway to the lab, one of the geeky guys that
she'd seen in the lobby passed her in the hall.  He gave her full up and
down treatment with his eyes and said, "Hi, there." She just walked on
without acknowledging him. When she returned to the lab, the men were
talking off to one side about baseball.  She returned to her seat on the
cold table.  Her pubic hair was still wet from the washing, but she didn't
care.  She just wanted to be anywhere else in the world right now.  But she
had no choice. LaSalle re-started the meeting by standing up and saying,
"Amy, could you please come over and stand in front of me?" She hesitated
but did as he asked.  Then he said, "Thanks, Amy.  Now I'm going to examine
your breasts." She leaned back just a bit as he reached out and gently
lifted her right breast with one hand and with his other hand touched the
nipple and then traced around the areola.  He repeated the same steps on
her left breast.  And then Beaupre came up and essentially repeated what
LaSalle had just done but he kept going by lightly squeezing her breasts
and twisting and pulling on her nipples for several more seconds.  Then,
the two men stepped to the side and had a whispered conversation; Amy
thought she heard Eva Cobb's name mentioned.  So, Eva had probably had this
same thing done to her.  But she wondered what else they had done to Eva?
She was about to find out. LaSalle said, "Very good.  Now, Amy, we want to
check out your buttocks area.  Please bend over the metal table." Amy was
in a bit of a daze now, but she followed instructions and bent over the
table supporting herself with her arms on the table top and her engorged
breasts hanging down.  She could detect two men behind her; she suspected
they were Beaupre and LaSalle, but she wasn't sure.  Then, she felt a hand
on her left butt cheek and a second later another hand on her right cheek.
The hands briefly massaged her butt.  But Beaupre said, "Amy, I'm sorry but
we can't see here very well.  Could you lower your chest to the table and
spread your legs a bit farther apart?" She was like a robot now and she
blindly followed the order.  She flinched as her boobs pressed against the
cold metal table top; she turned her head so that she could rest her head
also on the table, her right cheek and ear were also on the cold table. 
She also rested her arms on the table at the sides of her head.  And she
spread her feet a little bit apart.  Due to the short height of the table,
this was an awkward position, but her ass was now elevated and the men
could see her anus better.  She then felt two hands grab her ankles and
move her feet much farther apart. As Amy lay there for a moment waiting for
their hands to touch her somewhere, she heard the two men whispering
together again.  And, she thought she picked up the words "Eva Cobb", but
otherwise, she didn't know what they were saying. Beaupre raised his voice
and said, "Amy, I'm sorry again.  But this position still isn't sufficient
either for our examination.  So, let's have you get in a position that
we've used with other volunteers.  Please get up on the table on your hands
and knees and then lower your head to the table; you can rest your head on
your arms.  Okay?" Amy heard the word "volunteer" and thought to herself,
"There's no fucking way that I'm volunteering my time and body here; I'm
being forced to do this.  But I have to do as they ask." And she climbed up
onto the table on all fours, lowered her upper body resting her head on her
arms, and waited.  Again, two hands grabbed her ankles and spread them far
apart, and then the hands reached in between her legs and spread her knees
apart as well.  Now her naked ass was at "working" height for the men; her
asshole and vagina were in full view to everyone in the room except
herself. She felt two hands spread her butt cheeks and another hand lightly
touch her anus.  "Oh my God, this is super embarrassing", she thought. 
Then she jumped a little bit when the finger went part way into her
asshole. Beaupre said, "Sorry about that, but we're finished now.  You can
get down now." She breathed a sigh of relief and sat up facing the men. 
Her eyes were glazing over as Beaupre said, "Okay, Amy, next we'd like you
to lie on your back and spread your legs wide apart." Amy had thought the
examinations were over and she almost protested, but being the obedient
subject, she lay back on the table.  The table was getting warmer from all
of her skin contact with it, but it was still pretty cool on her bare back.
She felt Beaupre grab her ankles, spread her legs, and say, "Amy, please
bend your legs at your knees and then bend your knees outward as far as you
can.  If you want, you can hold them out there with your hands." Amy had
tears in her eyes now and she turned her head to the side.  She just left
her hands at her sides and spread her knees outward without using her
hands. Her pussy was now wide open and in full view of the men. Beaupre
said, "Dr.  Newman, please come over here and give us a hand." Amy closed
her eyes and tried to think of pleasant things as two hands grasped her
outer pussy lips and spread them even wider apart.  Another hand pulled at
her little inner lips which were now a bit damp.  And now her very private
cavity was in clear view to the 3 men.  The two older men were silent as
they examined Amy's pussy; Newman only said, "She's getting a little wet;
she's responding nicely." The naked girl kept her eyes closed, but she knew
she was blushing brightly now.  And she flinched when one of the men stuck
his finger into her opening.  Then, a finger rubbed at her clit, and she
felt him pulling at it to extract it from behind its little hood.  She
opened her eyes briefly and saw that it was Dr.  Newman who was now
massaging her clit to make it erect.  She was getting really turned on now
and she was breathing heavily; her stomach and breasts were rising and
falling with each deep breath that she took.  Amy didn't want to come in
front of these men, but she might not be able to stop unless they quit
stimulating her clit. After a minute or so, Newman stopped and all the
hands were removed from her crotch.  She closed her legs and started to sit
up, but Beaupre touched her shoulder and said, "Please, Amy, we're not done
yet.  Please lie back down and keep your legs open.  Thanks." She continued
to lie there wide-spread as the 3 doctors plus the intern went over to a
nearby cabinet.  She heard them speaking quietly, but she couldn't
understand what they were saying.  Finally, they came back and she saw that
LaSalle was holding a dildo-like thing with marks on it.  Her first
reaction at seeing it was to close her legs, but she resisted.  LaSalle
said, "Amy, we're going to measure your penetration depth.  Please lay your
legs flat on the table but keep them very wide apart, and we are going to
insert this into your vagina." The device was kind of like a cigar tube
with a rounded tip, maybe three quarters of an inch in diameter, a foot
long; it had ruler markings on the side. LaSalle said, "Dr.  Beaupre is
going to hold your legs apart and I'm going to insert this lubricated tube
to its maximum depth.  Please just breathe normally." And he spread her
pussy lips again and slowly pushed the tube into her vagina.  She tried to
look up between her breasts to watch, but she felt Newman's hands on her
shoulders gently pushing her back down and he said, "It gets a more
accurate reading if you're flat on the table." When the tube just reached
her cervix, LaSalle stopped.  He looked at the ruler markings and said,
"Okay, we are at the cervix now and we don't want to force it any further.
Eight inches.  That's a bit deeper than average." He then removed the tube
and said, "Amy, please lie still while I wipe the excess lubricant from
your vagina." He grabbed a tissue and wiped it inside her pussy.  Then, he
said, "Okay, Amy, we're finished with that.  You can sit up now." Amy was
really flustered now after this extremely intimate examination.  She just
sat there with her legs still wide spread and stared dully at the three
doctors who were looking back at her. Beaupre said, "Amy, you've been a
real trooper here.  We realize that you are not really doing this
willingly, and since we are males, we don't really understand what it's
like to go through those questions and examinations.  But the information
will really help us with our research, and we thank you for that.  Now,
usually we wait until a separate session before starting the experiments,
but since we only have 3 sessions scheduled with you, we want to do one of
the experiments today.  But you might want to take some time to rest up
before we start.  Let's say half an hour from now.  Does 3 o'clock sound
about right?" Amy just continued her dull gaze at him, and she merely
nodded. Beaupre said, "Okay, good.  Let's break for now.  Amy, we'll leave
you alone; you can stay here as we go back to our offices.  There are
magazines over there by the couch.  Feel free to stretch out on the couch
and take a nap if you want.  We'll be back at 3.  Bye for now." And the men
left leaving her sitting there naked on the cold metal table. A nap sure
sounded like a good idea, and she padded over to the couch and plopped down
on the well worn fabric.  Normally, she would have worried about bugs on
such a ratty piece of furniture, but she just stretched out on it and
quickly drifted off to sleep. Amy awoke with a start not realizing exactly
where she was.  She looked around the strange room and then remembered
where she was.  She was on this cruddy couch, in this sterile lab room, in
a creepy building on the farthest edge of the campus from her dorm.  And
she was completely naked with her only clothing, her panties, hanging on a
hook somewhere in the labyrinth of hallways in this strange building. She
looked at her wrist to see what time it was, but since she was required to
be completely nude, she had left her watch in her backpack, which was
hopefully still close to her panties.  Then she looked around the room and
spotted a clock on the far wall.  She couldn't read it from the couch; so,
she got up and walked over and stared at it.  It read 8:10.  She shook her
head vigorously to shake out the cobwebs.  "Wasn't it about 2:30 in the
afternoon when that awful examination ended?", she asked herself.  "Did I
really sleep til after 8 PM?  Or maybe it's the next morning?" She just
wasn't sure.  But then she looked down and saw that the clock's power cord
was just dangling there unplugged.  "Oh swell, that's a big help". She
didn't want to go wandering naked down that icky hallway again just to find
a clock if she could help it.  And so, she decided to just wait for the men
to return and read a magazine.  She sorted through the stack of magazines,
ignoring the several medical journals, and settled on a Lady's Home Journal
from three years ago.  She then spent about 5 minutes shuffling through the
pages looking for some interesting article, and then the door opened.  The
four men from earlier walked in along with one new guy; she guessed him to
be another intern probably only 18 or 19.  She thought sarcastically, "Oh
goodie, I get to show off my naked endowments to yet another dweeby
youngster!" Beaupre looked at her sitting on the couch, and he could tell
that she had been sleeping.  He said, "Hi, Amy, did you have a good nap?"
She just smiled and nodded.  "Good; sleep always helps.  Please come back
over here and sit on the table again, and we'll talk about what's next?" As
she got up, she could see the new guy's eyes glued on her pussy; he made
her feel uneasy. Beaupre said, "Amy, this is Travis Winstead.  He's one of
our lab assistants." Amy shook his clammy hand as he looked her up and down
with a nerdy smile on his face. Beaupre then said, "Before we talk about
the experiments, we want you ask a favor of you.  Would you consider
shaving off all of your pubic hair?  It would help us in our experiments
down there.  You don't have to give us an answer now, because those
experiments won't be til next week or the week after.  Will you think about
it?" Amy gave him a puzzled look and said, "Dr.  Bo, I've already trimmed
it quite a bit.  Why do you want it all removed?" Beaupre answered, "When
we stimulate your clitoris, we need to attach a small device with adhesive
tape to your skin above your vaginal lips, and pubic hair makes the
adhesive tape not stick so well.  Also, the adhesive tape would pull off
quite a bit of hair when the tape is removed, and that could hurt you.  And
we think removing your hair would prevent chafing as well and that would be
more comfortable for you." Amy still wasn't sure, "Okay, I'll think about
it, but I'd really prefer to keep the hair that's down there now." "Thanks.
Let us know next week." And then he nodded at LaSalle. LaSalle then took
over, "Amy, let me explain the experiments that we want to do.  You
probably heard us mention SPS earlier.  Sorry for the geek speak, but that
stands for 'Single Point Stimulation'.  As you know, during sexual
intimacy, there is a lot of touching of between the two partners.  Lips,
hair, neck, arms, etc as well as the sexual organs such as the penis,
breasts, buttocks, clitoris, etc.  What we want to do with one session of
SPS is to stimulate only a single point on the body and see what the
reaction is.  Doing this over a large number of points on many bodies we
can get a good idea of which spots will provide the most excitement.  That
is to say, which spots generate the most bang for the buck.  Does that make
sense?" Amy was listening closely and said, "Yes, I understand so far."
LaSalle went on, "Well, what we would like to do is to stimulate 3 points
on your body.  One today and one each of the next two Thursdays.  The three
likely spots would be left nipple, right nipple, and clitoris.  We would
also like to try the G-spot during the same session as the clitoris, but we
may not have time for that; we'll see how it goes then.  Today we will do
your left nipple.  That will mean attaching a stimulating device to the
nipple and then reading the reaction from some sensors that we will attach
to your skin in various places.  Okay?  Any questions?" Amy shuddered and
looked down at her left breast, but she had no choice except to agree,
"Okay.  What do I do?", she said hesitantly. LaSalle said, "Well, let's go
down the hall to Cajun where we have the correct equipment.  Oh, sorry,
'Cajun' is the name of another lab.  Please follow me." Naked Amy was
surrounded by the group of 5 dressed men as they walked down the hall and
into the lab.  She gasped as she entered, because this place was much
bigger and much more modern than the smaller Bayou lab she had just been
in, if indeed you could even call that room a lab at all.  This room was
huge and it had auditorium seating.  There was a strange looking chair in
the middle of the stage area; it had a hole in its seat and cuffs on its
arms.  Was that for her? But as she feared, they led her up the steps and
asked her to sit in that chair.  She looked at Beaupre with pleading eyes
and said, "Oh Dr.  Bo, this looks pretty intense.  And why are there all
those cushioned seats out there?  Are there going to be a bunch of people
watching this experiment?  Nobody told me about people watching." Beaupre
detected her uneasiness and tried to relieve her concern by saying, "Amy,
let me explain what we're going to do.  And no, there won't be any more
people in here today; just you and the 5 of us.  We are using this room,
because it is the only room that has the equipment we need." From a drawer,
he got out a strange looking box to which were attached two tubes with
suction-cup looking things on the end.  He said, "Usually, we attach both
of these cups, one to each breast, but today we will only attach one of
them to your left breast.  When the device is turned on, you'll detect a
pulsating sensation similar to having your nipple lightly massaged.  And
then we will attach these electronic sensors using adhesive tape to several
places on your body - forehead, chest, below your bellybutton, and inner
thighs.  As you become aroused, the sensors will detect changes in your
galvanic skin response and feed that data into the console computer.  We
will let it run for about 15 minutes, let you rest for a while, run it
again for 15 minutes, let you rest again, and finally run it for 15 more
minutes.  It will take just a little over an hour, and then you can clean
up in the shower down the hall and be on your way." Amy asked, "What does
'galvanic' mean?" LaSalle said, "Galvanic skin response.  It has to do with
electrical resistance in the skin surface.  It's the way that lie detectors
work.  The resistance changes due to emotional reactions such as telling a
lie or reacting with fright.  In our case, we want to measure the emotional
response to a sexual stimulation." Amy was still nervous and asked, "Okay.
But why use a machine to stimulate my breast?  Why not a human being?" He
said, "Good question.  A human would not consistently apply just the right
amount of stimulation.  We want to vary the stimulation slightly during the
experiment, and it would be difficult for a human to get it just right. 
Anything else?" Amy said, "You didn't mention my genital area.  So, can I
at least wear my panties during this experiment?" She immediately regretted
having said this, but it was too late now. In a very official voice,
Beaupre said, "Umm, Miss Suzuki, it was our understanding that you would be
nude during these experiments.  We think that since couples are usually
nude during the stimulation of lovemaking, we want to simulate at least the
nudity part of the experience in our experiment.  But if you wish, I can
call Dr.  Knoxx and ask him about this?" Amy quickly said, "No, no.  I
momentarily forgot, that's all.  Please go ahead." LaSalle said, "Okay,
let's do it.  Logan, you're the expert at this; so go ahead and attach the
one cup and the sensors.  Travis, you man the console." Amy said, "What are
these cuffs for?  Are you going to cuff my wrists?" "No.  Those are for
another experiment.  We might use them with you in your final visit, but
probably not.  You can just lay your arms on the arms of the chair."
Cranfield brought one of the tubes with the suction cup over to Amy's
chair. He kneeled down, gently lifted her left breast in one hand, twisted
the nipple a few times with the other, and then stuck the cup onto her
nipple.  She was surprised it stayed in place, but it did.  She was
embarrassed to have had her breast touched by this geeky young kid; she
thought of herself as being much older than him even though the age
difference was only 2 or 3 years. Then, he attached the sensors with
adhesive tape.  Two on her forehead, one above each breast, one just above
her pubic hair, one on each thigh near her pussy.  Again, she was revolted
by his clinical touch. He then yelled up to Winstead, "Let her rip,
Travis." Winstead flipped a switch and adjusted a knob on the device and
then he clicked the OK button on the computer program that was going to be
recording her responses. Amy leaned back in the big chair, and after
Beaupre pulled the lever to extend the chair's foot rest, she put her feet
up and closed her eyes.  The stimulation was actually very pleasurable, but
she sure hoped that she would not have an orgasm here in front of these
men. But she could feel herself being sexually aroused.  "Not bad, not bad
at all", she thought to herself. The 15 minutes passed quickly.  Beaupre
said, "Logan, disconnect the cup and the sensors.  Amy you are free to
stretch, use the restroom, whatever, for the next 5 minutes." As she stood
up and stretched, Beaupre asked, "Well, how was it?" She smiled and said,
"Actually, it felt surprisingly good.  I was apprehensive when it started,
but it really wasn't too bad at all." "Good.  Rest for a couple of minutes,
and then we'll hook up everything again", he said. The rest of the session
went by smoothly.  Amy had dozed off during each of the last two 15-minute
episodes.  She hadn't come to full orgasm, but she was definitely turned on
by the stimulation. Cranfield removed the cup from the nipple and lightly
massaged her left breast.  She thought, "Was that little massage really
necessary?  He just got in a free feel." But she looked down at her left
nipple and saw that it was huge; it was stretched out obscenely.  She
reached over with her right hand and massaged it herself.  She hoped it
would return to normal before she had to walk back across campus. Beaupre
said, "Amy, we're finished for today.  It's a little after 4 o'clock now.
If you want to take a quick shower, there's one down the hall in the
women's washroom.  Please come back to my office afterwards to get your
stuff.  Okay?" Amy was still slightly aroused, but she said, "Yeah, I'd
like to shower.  But I don't remember how to get back to your office.  I
wasn't keeping track when we walked through the maze of hallways earlier."
"Oh, sorry about that.  You're right about this building being a maze. 
I'll wait for you here and lead you back downstairs." Amy thanked him and
shuffled out the door, naked, of course, to the ladies' restroom.  The
quick hot shower felt really good.  She dried herself off and walked back
down the hallway.  She silently passed another young "kid" wearing a white
coat who even stopped and gawked at her naked body. As she approached the
Cajun lab again, she looked down at her left breast.  It was still
noticeably extended, and she rubbed it some more without any effect.  She
looked up and saw Beaupre in the hallway outside the door waiting for her.
He said, "Your nipple should return to normal in 10 or 15 minutes.  Are you
feeling refreshed after your shower?" She smiled at the friendly man and
said, "Yes, thanks, Dr.  Bo.  Now, this time I will try to pay closer
attention on the route back to your office.  I sure don't want to get lost
naked in here." The well-dressed man and the totally naked girl looked like
a strange couple as they walked down the hallway.  Beaupre said hello to
several people who had looked them over while passing them in the hall. 
Meanwhile, Amy was taking careful mental notes about the route that they
were taking; this building had a very confusing layout. As they approached
room 144, Amy was relieved to see her panties still hanging on the hook
beside the door.  She and Beaupre went into the waiting room, and Amy went
over to get her backpack.  She quickly reached in to check her cell phone;
no messages from Linda.  She looked at Beaupre and said, "Well, is that all
for today?" Beaupre replied, "Yes, Amy, that's all.  We thank you for
coming.  You are providing us with very useful information, and I guess we
will see you next Thursday at the same time." And he opened the door for
her, and they stepped into the hallway. Amy put down her backpack, grabbed
her panties, and put them on.  Beaupre watched her more closely than
necessary while she brought the white bikini panties up her long pretty
legs.  And several other geeky guys in lab coats were watching from down
the hall as well.  She said good-bye and walked down the hall toward the
exit.  All of the male eyes followed her pretty panty-covered butt as she
left. She breathed a big sigh of relief as she walked out of the building
and into the warm sunlight of the nice springtime afternoon. Her next
destination was Knoxx's office in Kameron Hall on the other side of campus.
It would be a long walk, but she had plenty of time.  She attracted lots of
stares from students and staff as she walked almost naked along the
pathways.  She glanced down at her left nipple, and it was still distended
more than the right one.  She wondered if anyone noticed the difference. 
But she was more disturbed about the damp feeling between her legs.  She
was still aroused from the experiment.  And she was certain that the
dampness was showing on her panties.  The passing walkers were seeing the
very visible signs of her arousal.  She thought, "This is so embarrassing,
but what can I do except to endure it?" And there were more calls of "Hey,
Underpants Amy" along the way.  She tried to ignore these, but they got
under her mostly naked skin.  She didn't like her new nickname.

   Chapter 13 -The Definitive Discipline Document

   Amy made her way across the quad and into the administration building.
Were her panties getting even wetter?  She wasn't sure, but she was very
aware of the dampness down there and of the many people who were looking at
her panties.  It was 4:50 PM, and the hallway to the Chancellor's office
was very crowded with people just leaving for the day.  Many more stares
and another mention of "Underpants Amy"; she even thought she heard some
guy say something about a "wet panties contest".  Would this embarrassment
ever end?  And this was only her third day! She was relieved to find
Knoxx's waiting room empty except for the stern looking secretary.  Amy
smiled at her and said, "Good afternoon, Mrs.  Duckworth." The secretary
grunted some response and motioned her to approach her desk.  Duckworth
said, "Miss Suzuki, please turn around so I can verify that you are wearing
approved panties." Amy did as instructed so that Mrs.  Duckworth could see
the red mark on the band of the white panties.  Duckworth continued, "Okay,
you can take them off and hang them on the hook." Amy turned back to face
her and said, "Can't I keep them on til the meeting starts?" Again, she
regretted this almost as soon as the words came out of her mouth. The
secretary said, "Of course not!  Dr.  Knoxx told me very clearly that you
are required to be nude whenever you are in this office, and that includes
this waiting area.  Please remove them now!" Amy just sighed and slid them
down her legs to the floor exposing her wet pussy to Mrs.  Duckworth.  As
Amy lifted her panties from the floor, she was shocked to see how wet they
were, and she was now very aware of the smell in the room coming from her
pussy and now her removed panties.  She blushed as she walked over to the
penis hook.  She was only slightly surprised to see yesterday's
flesh-colored panties still hanging there; she added her wet white panties
to the hook. She came back, looked back at the secretary, and asked, "Can I
please have a towel to sit on?" Actually, she wanted several towels to dry
herself off down there, but she only asked for one. But Mrs.  Duckworth
said, "No.  You're too wet to sit down.  Please just go stand over there
next to the wall." She pointed to a spot near the phallic-shaped hook.
Sullenly, Amy turned around and went back next to the hook.  She was now in
clear view for anyone who came into the waiting area.  Naked and damp.  At
least her left nipple had returned to normal although both of her nips were
hardening a little bit due to this additional embarrassment. A minute
later, Ken Marriott came in the outer door.  She smiled at him, but she
also noticed the stunned look on his face when he saw and smelled her.  He
quickly smiled back at her, and as he came over to shake her hand, he said,
"Hi, Amy, how are you?" Amy replied, "Okay, I guess considering
everything." Marriott said, "Good.  Let's chat for a few minutes before the
meeting.  Come over here and sit down where we can talk quietly." Amy said,
"Okay, but Mrs.  Duckworth asked me not to sit down." She waved her hand
towards her own damp pussy to indicate why.  "You go ahead and sit down,
and I'll stand." They went over to the far side of the small room as far
from the secretary as was possible.  Marriott sat in the easy chair and Amy
stood in front of him.  She bent over so they could hear each other; her
pretty hanging boobs and wet pussy only inches from his face.  He said,
"This is awkward.  Let me stand up." He got up and said just above a
whisper, "Did you review the document?" She nodded.  And he continued, "I
looked it over myself in some detail.  The description of the community
service projects is a bit vague.  And there's a clause that says 'The
committee can assign other community service tasks as it deems necessary.'
I'm going to ask them to remove that.  Did you have any other changes to
make?" Amy laughed and said, "You mean other than to just tear the whole
thing up and let me go back to my normal dressed life?" He chuckled at her
sarcasm and said, "Yeah, other than that." She said more seriously, "I
agree about the projects.  Maybe we can specify the time limits?  Or maybe
specify exactly which ones require nudity?" He said, "Good ideas.  I'll
mention it to them.  Also, I want to ask about weekends.  Will there be a 5
o'clock meeting on the Saturdays and Sundays?  If not, what about fresh
panties to wear those days?" She nodded her agreement and was about to say
something when Knoxx's door opened, and he came out.  Knoxx said, "Miss
Suzuki, Mr.  Marriott.  Please come in and let's get started." They
followed him into the office.  Amy was a bit surprised that it was only
her, Marriott, and Knoxx in the office; the other 4 committee members were
not present.  But that was okay with her. She just stood as Knoxx had told
her, and Marriott sensed that he should stand up as well.  But Knoxx took
his seat behind his desk. Knoxx said, "Well, good afternoon.  How shall we
begin?  Umm, oh, Miss Suzuki, I see that you've trimmed your pubic hair. 
It looks good, but it's a bit wet and I can detect some feminine odor as
well.  Are you aroused now?" Amy's blush was now a beet red, and she merely
nodded.  Knoxx continued, "Well, why don't I give you some towels to clean
yourself up before we proceed?" Amy was still blushing brightly and said,
"Okay, 4 or 5 should work, and I'll go into your conference room for a
minute and clean up, if that's okay." Knoxx handed her several paper towels
and said, "No, I'm sorry but there are a bunch of private papers spread out
on the table in there.  So, just clean up here and we'll wait for you to
finish." Amy was extremely embarrassed as she wiped her pussy with the
towels and fluffed up her pubic hair in front of the two men.  As she
tossed the damp towels into the trash, Knoxx handed her another one and
said, "I remember what I said yesterday about your standing during these
meetings, but since your lawyer is here today, I think you both should be
seated.  So, please have a seat using this towel." And he motioned them to
the couch. Knoxx went on, "Okay, Miss Suzuki, let's start with what you did
today.  Did you . . ." But Marriott interrupted saying, "Excuse me, Dr. 
Knoxx, but could we discuss the document first?  We have a few changes to
propose, and maybe we can get Mrs.  Duckworth to type them up for us while
we are discussing other things.  I'd like to get that document finalized
today so that I can return home tomorrow morning.  Does that sound okay?"
Knoxx smiled and said, "Of course, Mr.  Marriott, that's a good idea.  What
changes would you like to propose?" "Well, we think the description of the
community service activities is too vague.  For example, all it said for
today was 'Wytham' and for tomorrow 'Art Class'.  Amy would like to have
more of a description for an activity, the scheduled start and end times,
and whether or not she'll be required to be nude for the activity.  How do
you feel about that?" Knoxx pondered this for a moment before saying,
"Ummmm, okay, let's see what we can work out.  It looks to me as if there
are six different activities listed here - Wytham, art class, usher,
foundation, secretary, and cheerleading.  How about we discuss each one
separately?" Amy and Marriott looked at each other, and Marriott said,
"Sounds like a good way to proceed.  Wytham first?" Knoxx turned to Amy and
said, "Well, I heard that you were at Wytham this afternoon.  So, you
probably know better than I do how that is going to work.  Can you give me
a brief description that I can write down here?  Also, did you discuss
exact times with them?" The naked girl replied, "Yes, I was there this
afternoon.  A brief description would be 'sexual stimulation experiments at
Wytham Institute'.  We agreed on 1:30PM til 4:30PM on Thursday." Knoxx
scribbled on a notepad and said, "Art class?" But Marriott interjected,
"Nudity at Wytham?" Amy blushed and said, "Yes, I'm required to be entirely
naked for the experiments." Knoxx said, "Okay, can we go on to art class?"
They agreed and he continued, "I worked this out with Marie, umm, I mean,
Professor Whiteside, and she would like you to come at 9 AM and pose naked
for that hour-long drawing class.  Is that clear enough?" Marriott glanced
at Amy, who shrugged and said, "Fine." Knoxx said, "Good.  Now, ushering at
the concert.  Let's see the university calendar shows that this is on
Saturday afternoon at 2 PM in the performing arts theater; the university
orchestra is performing several Mozart pieces.  I assume that this lasts
for 2 hours or so.  Mr.  Middleton is the point man for organizing this,
and he told me that he'd like you there by 12:30 to help with pre-concert
things like setting up tables and signs in the lobby - that kind of thing.
Then you would hand out programs and show people to their seats - usual
ushering activities.  And then Middleton wants you for an hour or so
afterwards to clean up and take down.  As I said yesterday, you can wear
your panties while ushering, but nothing else." Amy thought to herself,
"Oh, that's going to be awful.  Being almost naked around nicely dressed
concert goers is going to be humiliating." But she took a breath and said
to Knoxx, "Okay, please include what you just said in the description."
Knoxx scribbled some more notes. Knoxx said, "Okay, got it.  BUF on Sunday?
Gavin Farmer told me that he wants you at the foundation office at 9AM to
help him with some sort of publication; he thinks your journalistic skills
will come in handy.  And then, about noon they are having a reception for a
group of alumni, and you will help serve the hors d'oeuvres and drinks. 
You'll be nude during the reception.  I think he also wants you naked while
working earlier in the morning, but I'm not sure.  I will leave that up to
him.  And let's see, he said, the reception would last til about 3 o'clock.
Is that clear enough?" The naked girl closed her eyes as she realized this
would be even more embarrassing than ushering, because she would be
completely naked, in closer contact with nicely dressed people, and for a
longer period of time.  She quietly said, "Yes, that's clear." And Knoxx
wrote some more notes. The man continued, "Filling in for Mrs.  Duckworth?
The other day, I may have said that you'd fill in as my secretary in the
afternoon.  I was mistaken about that; she wants to take the time off in
the morning from 8 til 11 AM.  This will be usual secretarial work -
typing, answering the phone, greeting visitors, getting coffee, etc.  You
will be naked while doing this; you will hang your panties on the hook. 
Clear enough?" She blushed and just said "Okay" as he scribbled on his
notepad. Knoxx kept going, "Cheerleading?  I'm not clear about this
exactly. Mindy Rafferty is the head cheerleader, and she'll be coordinating
this.  Do you know her?" Amy said, "No, only by sight." "Well, I know she
wanted to do the practice next Friday.  I believe that they practice in the
evening in the field house.  Let's write down 7 PM til 9 PM for now, and
I'll tell her to set up the practice then.  And let's see the calendar
shows that the baseball game itself is at 1 PM on Sunday afternoon.  You
should arrive at noon.  It will be over about 4 PM, I guess.  Nudity? 
Let's say yes for now, but I'll discuss it with Miss Rafferty.  Okay?" Amy
thought this was still a bit fuzzy, but she just said, "Okay, I guess."
Knoxx said, "Good.  Now any other changes you want to propose?" Marriott
said, "What about ground crew work?" Knoxx said, "Oh, sorry, I overlooked
that.  I spoke with Mr.  Thorson yesterday, and he would like you to help
with various things from 9 AM til about 4 PM a week from Saturday.  This
would include pulling weeds, sweeping sidewalks, emptying trash cans.  That
sort of thing.  And he will want her naked for that.  Is that clear
enough?" Amy blanched.  There goes another whole day down the drain.  Final
exams were the next week after that weekend, and she would lose the
studying time.  But on top of that she treasured her weekends like she did
her Thursdays, because she had no classes and had lots of free time.  And
now she would lose an entire Saturday - and she would be naked the entire
day. She turned to Marriott with a distressed look on her face, but she
realized that it wouldn't do much good to complain.  She quietly said,
"Okay." Knoxx said, "Good.  Let's see now, did I overlook anything else? 
Umm, I don't think so.  Now any other changes you want to propose?"
Marriott spoke up, "Yes, Dr.  Knoxx, here's a clause that reads 'The
committee can assign other community service tasks as it deems necessary.'
We feel that it should be removed; it's too open ended." Knoxx immediately
shook his head, "Oh no, we can't do that.  We need to be able to make sure
that this punishment is severe enough.  The committee may decide as time
goes by that we are being too lenient on Miss Suzuki, and we may need to
assign more community service to make the punishment harsher.  Also, we
need some leeway to punish her if she breaks some of the rules that we have
established here.  Obviously, if she breaks them badly enough, such as
starting to wear clothes or not doing the community service, we will just
expel her immediately.  But some other minor infraction, maybe something
like covering herself too much with her hands, would justify only some
additional community service." The lawyer responded, "Okay, if that's what
you meant, then let's put such wording into the document rather than the
open ended phrase." "Okay, I'll go for that." And they spent the next
several minutes negotiating.  And they came up with a paragraph that was
acceptable to each side. Knoxx then said, "That's good.  Anything else?"
Marriott said, "It's not clear to us if there will be a 5 PM meeting with
you on Saturday and Sunday.  Could you please clarify that?" Knoxx replied,
"I apologize for not making that clear.  But yes, I will be here at 5
o'clock each day over the weekend.  Same rules - nude in this office, hang
panties on the hook, review the day's events, fresh pair of panties for the
next day.  There may be some other committee members here as well, but I
don't know that right now.  And it will probably be a short meeting on
those days.  Okay?" Marriott said, "Thanks for clearing that up, Dr. 
Knoxx. We don't have any other issues right now." Knoxx then said, "Very
good.  Now, let's work together on the wording for the document about the
description of the community service projects.  Why don't you two come
around behind me, and watch as I scribble on the document itself?" Before
Amy could say anything, Marriott said, "Okay, come on, Amy," and he guided
her to stand on Knoxx's right side while he stood on Knoxx's left. Now
Amy's pussy was only a few inches from Knoxx's arm and his face was right
at the level of her boobs only inches away.  But she said nothing. Knoxx
started transcribing the notes from his notepad to the document with a
pencil.  He wrote in the Wytham info in the margin and pointing it out to
Amy and Marriott.  Amy had to bend over to get close enough to read it, and
her left breast brushed his shoulder and his hand as she leaned over.  This
was repeated for each of the other community service activities.  More
bending and slight touching.  Also, Amy noticed Knoxx looking at her
dangling breasts and her naked pussy while she was bending there so close
to him. When they finished, Knoxx picked up the document, got up quickly
from his chair, jostled briefly with Amy who hadn't moved quickly enough to
get out of his way, and took the document with the handmade changes out to
Mrs.  Duckworth to edit into the original computer version. When Knoxx
returned, Amy and Marriott had returned to the couch.  Knoxx said, "Okay,
Lorene said it would only take a few minutes for her to make those changes.
Now, let's go through the other things I had on my mental agenda for this
meeting.  First, Miss Suzuki, did you complete the two community service
things today?  The notices and the visit to Wytham?  I saw a few of the
notices around campus at noontime; did you get them all up?" Amy thought to
herself, "He said 'visit to Wytham' as if it were an afternoon tea party or
something." But aloud she just said, "Yes, each of the campus bulletin
boards have one of the notices posted and the others are on telephone or
lamp poles.  Oh, and here is your key back." And she retrieved the bulletin
board key from her backpack and handed it to him. She added, "And yes, as I
mentioned, I went to the Wytham building this afternoon and they ran a
stimulation experiment on me.  I'll go back there next Thursday." Knoxx
persisted, "Can you briefly tell us about the experiment?" Amy blushed and
quickly said, "They stimulated my left nipple and measured my body's
reaction to it with some electronic sensors." She didn't want to describe
it any further, but Knoxx persisted.  "Why only the left nipple?  Is there
something wrong with your right nipple?" She continued to blush and tried
to think of a way to cut this conversation short, because she didn't want
to get into the embarrassing details such as having her vaginal depth
measured or having the nerdy kid attach the suction cup to her tit.  "No,
nothing wrong the right one.  The experiment is called 'Single Point
Stimulation' and it literally means that - stimulating one single point on
my body, not two or more." This seemed to satisfy the creepy old man,
because he just said, "Okay, I'm glad to hear that you did the community
service things today.  Now, let me remind you about art class tomorrow
morning.  Ms.  Whiteside is excited about having you pose for her class;
she has another model, Miss Cobb, but she likes the variety that a new
naked body can bring to the class.  You can find her in Wakefield Hall, the
art department building, and you will report there at 9 o'clock and do the
poses that the Professor asks you to do until the end of that class.  She
said that she would be in the classroom; she didn't say exactly which one,
but there are only a few in that building; so, you should be able to find
it.  Any questions about that?" Amy just looked at him and said, "No, I
will find the room." Knoxx then said, "I guess Linda Hathaway isn't back
yet from her trip to Boston?  I thought maybe she might come with you
today." Amy answered, "No, I haven't heard from her.  I left her a message
on her desk to call me when she returned, but she hasn't yet.  I assume
that she'll be back this evening sometime." "Well, okay.  But please
impress upon her the importance of coming with you tomorrow at 5 o'clock."
Amy said, "All right.  I'll talk with her tonight." "That's all I've got.
Now let's go out and see if Lorene has finished editing the document yet",
Knoxx said. The two nicely dressed men and the naked girl walked back into
the waiting room.  Tyson Laird, the school's legal counsel, was just
stepping out of his office as they appeared, and he stared admiringly at
the pretty nude young lady.  He came over and said, "Hello, Miss Suzuki. 
You are looking very nice today as usual." He laughed at his own bad joke.
Amy just said, "I'm fine thanks." The secretary said she had made the
edits, but she hadn't proofread them yet.  She asked Amy, Knoxx, and
Marriott to come behind her desk and look over her shoulder at the computer
screen to see the before and after versions of the document to make sure
that the new version was acceptable.  When Laird heard this, he said to
Knoxx, "You know, Cal, since this is a legal document, I should review it,
too.  But first, why don't you give me a quick verbal description of the
changes?" And Knoxx filled in Laird about the modifications that had been
negotiated.  Knoxx then said, "Tyson, why don't you come back here behind
Lorene's desk, too, and we'll all review it together?" Laird said, "Good
idea", and he squeezed back behind the desk, too.  There were now 5 people
in the cramped space behind the desk, and Laird took a place right behind
Amy.  First, she felt his warm breath on her neck, and then she felt his
hand on her back as he leaned in to look at the documents on the computer
screen.  And finally she felt his other hand rest on her bare butt.  She
knew that this was not an accident and that it was not needed for support
while he was leaning either; he was just doing it to feel her up.  She
glanced over at him with a stern look on her face, but she said nothing -
and he did not remove his hand from her ass either. After a couple of
minutes, Knoxx said, "How does it look to everyone?" They all agreed that
it looked okay on the computer display, and Knoxx asked Mrs.  Duckworth to
print out 5 copies so that the assembled group could review the official
document. The group of 5 retreated from behind the desk as Mrs.  Duckworth
went to the printer nearby.  Amy quickly moved to the other side of the
room to get away from the wandering hands of the icky Tyson Laird.  She
needed to watch out for this man. They all reviewed the printed document
and agreed that it was what they all wanted.  Amy, Marriott, and Knoxx then
signed it.  Amy bent over to put her copy in her backpack, and too late,
she realized that she was giving Laird a free view of her ass and vulva.
Knoxx said, "Okay, folks, I think that's all for tonight.  Miss Suzuki, I
see that you've hung your panties as requested, and I'll go in and get a
fresh pair for you to wear home.  I'll be right back." She stood there with
her arms folded under her breasts glaring at Tyson Laird, who in turn was
staring at her bare pussy - not her eyes. Knoxx returned with a pair of
flesh-colored panties and handed them to her.  She blushed as she slid them
on in front of the 3 men and the secretary. She touched Marriott's elbow to
urge him to follow her out the door.  She just said, "Good night" as they
left.  She and the lawyer ate dinner again at the Student Union cafeteria,
and unlike last night, it was only chit-chat at dinner along with the many
stares from nearby diners looking at the topless girl.  He gave her a ride
back to the dorm, and they hugged awkwardly in the car.  As she got out of
the car, he said, "Amy, it's been nice to meet you even if it was under
strange circumstances.  Please, please call me if you need anything.  Even
though I won't be here, I will be thinking about you.  Good luck these next
few weeks." She said, "Thanks, Mr.  Marriott.  I appreciate what you've
done for me.  Good-bye." As he drove away, she stood there in the twilight
and dressed only in a small pair of "naked"-colored panties, and she
realized that a good part of her moral support system was leaving her;
she'd have to get through the rest of this 3-week ordeal without his
readily available help.

   Chapter 14 - Conversation with Linda

   It was about 7 PM when Amy got back to her room after several catcalls
from the guys in the dorm lobbies.  Still no sign of Linda.  She was
actually beginning to worry about her good friend, but Linda had not given
her any indication about what time she would return today.  But Amy had
homework to do, because there really wouldn't be time in the morning. 
"It's time to think about something besides my troubles", she told herself
out loud in the empty room. She spent half an hour quickly reading the
assignment for Psychology and then about an hour finishing up the big
Formal Logic assignment.  She was glad that she had finished that; Formal
Logic was not one of her favorite courses.  Professor Bailey hadn't
assigned anything specific for Public Speaking, but he had told the
students to keep track of current events, because they could be called on
at any time to make an extemp speech.  So, Amy spent a while looking at the
day's headlines online and skimming the articles on nytimes.com.  And about
9 o'clock, just as she was about to start thinking about her Composition
class, the door opened and Linda Hathaway walked in. Linda saw her roommate
sitting at her desk and said, "Hi, Amy, how . . .  ".  But she stopped
immediately when she realized that Amy was not dressed.  And she turned her
eyes away.  She then said, "Oh, I'll let you put on a robe and then we can
talk." Amy said, "Oh, Lindy, I'm so glad that you're back.  It's great to
see you.  But I can't put on a robe now.  Please get yourself settled and
we can talk." Linda said, "But Sooz, you're naked.  Why don't you have any
clothes on?" And before Amy could answer, Linda noticed that Amy was
wearing the flesh-colored panties, and she said, "Oh, sorry, you're not
completely nude.  But why?" Amy said, "Lindy, I'm being punished for
streaking on Monday night.  Haven't you heard yet?  Didn't you see the
notices on all the campus bulletin boards?" Linda was shocked, "No, you
were streaking??!!  I hadn't heard, and it was dark when the bus dropped me
off out front and I didn't read the bulletin board." Amy nodded and was
about to say something when Linda continued, "But when I walked into the
dorm lobby, I noticed a bunch of guys looking at me.  They were whispering,
and the only word that I could make out was 'underpants'.  Were they
talking about you?!!" Amy blushed and said, "Yeah, they probably were
talking about me.  It's so embarrassing.  But please do your unpacking and
other stuff, and then I'll explain what happened." Linda said, "Okay, but
the very first thing I need to do is to go use the bathroom.  My bladder is
overflowing." And she put down her luggage and went out the door. Amy
continued to sit at her desk and thought about how to break all of this
unpleasant news to Linda.  They had been good friends for the last 3 years,
since meeting in a freshman English class, and they had been roommates for
the last three years.  Linda was a senior in Computer Science, and she was
on track to graduate with honors in a few weeks.  She had also lined up a
job near Boston, a programming job at a biotech company, and the two of
them had found an apartment down there that they were going to share. 
Linda was a nice looking girl, but she didn't have Amy's ravishing looks.
Linda was a little shorter and a little heavier with her blonde hair styled
in a short bobbed cut.  But Linda was very smart; Amy considered her friend
to be much smarter than herself.  Amy had had trouble at first with her
computer and math classes, but Linda had helped her get going. Another
difference between the two girls was that Linda was more sexually liberated
than Amy.  At least up til Amy's Monday night streaking incident.  The
previous summer Linda had spent a couple of weeks at a nude resort in the
Caribbean, and Amy had blushed while Linda was telling her some of the
stories of what went on at that place.  And Linda had been sexually active
since she was 15 whereas Amy was a virgin til age 18 at college.  Also,
Linda was often dressed only in panties and bra in the dorm room; Amy was
always covered until tonight.  And yet, it was Amy who had been caught
streaking. When Linda returned to the room, she immediately went over and
gave her friend a tight hug.  Amy's nipples were pressed against Linda's
sweater.  Linda then said, "Okay, buddy, let me have it.  Tell me the
story." And Amy spent the next hour recounting her experiences of the last
3 days.  Mostly, Linda just listened, but she did ask a few questions along
the way. Amy concluded with, "And so that's my story.  What do you think?"
Linda said, "Oh, Sooz, why didn't you call me that first night?  Why wait
til now?" Amy apologized, "Lindy, I'm sorry.  I really did think about
calling you, but I didn't want to interrupt your trip.  You said that this
trip is a big part of your grade for the Art Appreciation course.  Also, I
thought it would be better to do it face to face." Linda paused and said,
"Okay, I guess.  But I could have worked out something with the Art
Appreciation instructor.  But you're right, face to face is better." She
paused for a moment and added, "You know, if someone told that story to our
friends leaving out your name, they would have said that the story was
about me, not you.  And yet it's you who's standing here with her boobs
hanging out for the world to see!" And they both burst out laughing. Amy
turned serious and said, "Chancellor Knoxx would like for you to come to
the 5 o'clock meeting with me tomorrow.  Is that okay?" Linda was taken
aback a bit by this and said, "Why does he want to see me?  Did I do
something wrong, too?" Amy said, "Oh no, nothing like that.  He said that
he wants you to hear their side of this story as well as mine.  I'm not
exactly sure why." Linda said, "Sure, I'll go.  And that way I get to see
your naked pussy as well as your great tits!  Just kidding." And they both
chuckled. Then Linda said, "You know, Amy, if it were me, I'd be counting
the days til graduation.  Maybe that's just because I'm kinda geeky, but
how about we set up a calendar and we'll X-out each day as it goes by.  It
might help you get through this ordeal a little bit easier." Amy said,
"Thanks, that's a great idea." And they printed out a calendar page from
her computer, and Amy put a big X through Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday.
"Only 17 days left!", the bare breasted girl said proudly.  And she gave
her best friend another big hug.



   Underpants Amy - Days 4 & 5

   May 4, Friday

   Chapter 15 - First Art Class

   On Friday morning, Amy told Linda, "Since I've got a bunch of classes
today, we probably won't see each other.  So, why don't we just plan to
meet at the Chancellor's office in Kameron just before 5 o'clock?" Linda
said, "Sounds good to me." Amy laughed and said, "You won't have any
trouble finding me.  I'll be on full naked display for you." Linda laughed.
They hugged again.  And Amy set off for Wakefield Hall.  She felt better
about things now that Linda was back, but she was uneasy about her first
time as a nude model. She scurried up the steps into Wakefield Hall about
8:50 AM anxious to get out of the cool weather.  Her nipples were hard from
the cold breeze.  She was covered in goosebumps as she walked down the
hallway looking for Dr.  Whiteside, who she knew only by sight.  There were
a few people in the hallway, but she ignored them and she looked in the
first two classrooms that she came to, but they were empty.  The door to
the third one was closed, but she could tell that a class was in session.
She tentatively opened the door and immediately spotted Whiteside, who
waved her in. Amy was surprised to see Eva Cobb posing on the platform for
the class - in all of her naked glory.  It was kind of a subdued pose; Eva
was standing with one hand resting on a 4-foot pedestal, the other on her
hip, and one leg slightly bent at the knee, toes flared out just a bit. 
And Amy thought, "Well, very shortly it will be my turn." Then, she looked
a little more closely and noticed that Eva's clitoris was poking out
between her lips; Eva's shaved pussy made it easy to see such a detail. 
Amy wondered if Eva did this intentionally or whether it had just happened
while she was posing there?  Amy thought about her own clit knowing that it
had a tendency to stick out a little bit, but with her full bush of pubic
hair, her own clitoris would not be as noticeable as Eva's was now. But
before Amy could say anything to Whiteside, the instructor glared at her,
pointed to a peg on the wall near the door, and then to Amy's panties.  Amy
turned and as soon as she saw the peg, she knew what was expected of her.
She went over, put down her backpack, slid off her flesh-colored panties,
and hung them on the hook.  Now there were two completely nude young women
in the room. Just then, the bell rang and the students collected there
things and streamed out the door.  Most of them gave Amy a quick up and
down look as she stood there naked by the door; she made sure that she kept
her hands at her sides - full display at all times, she told herself. Just
before the last bunch of students exited, Eva came up to her and said, "Hi,
Amy.  I wondered if I'd see you here sometime.  Is this your first time
here?" Amy nodded and said, "Hi, Eva.  Yes, I'm a little nervous.  I've
never done this before.  Any recommendations for a rookie?" Eva chuckled,
"Yeah, I was nervous my first time, too.  Try to think about something or
somewhere pleasant while you're standing there, and maybe look over the
heads of the students rather than in their eyes if you can." Then, as the
last few students were leaving, Whiteside came up to the two beautiful nude
girls.  And she had an immediate inspiration.  Silently she pondered, "Why
not have both of these girls pose at the same time?  I could come up with
some really erotic arrangements." But the only thing that she said to the
girls was, "Bonjour, Miss Suzuki.  Do you ladies know each other?" Amy
shook the Professor's hand and said, "Yes, we met the other day for the
first time." "Good, good", she said.  "And Eva, my dear, you must run along
now to your next class.  I will see you Monday morning." Eva glanced at
Amy, smiled, and rolled her eyes.  And Amy watched the pretty naked girl
walk out the door.  Amy briefly wondered where Eva's clothes were; probably
in a locker in the hallway? "Ah, now, Miss Suzuki.  Can I please call you
Amy?  I think it helps to be somewhat informal in these situations." Amy
replied, "Yes, Dr.  Whiteside, please call me Amy." Amy wondered if
Whiteside would reciprocate and tell Amy her first name, but Whiteside just
went on, "We only have a few minutes before I let the next class in.  Let
me look at you so I can see what I've got to work with here." She grabbed
Amy's shoulders and made her stand up straight, and then she slowly circled
the naked girl looking at her from all angles.  She then said, "Bring your
shoulders back so that your breasts flatten out." And she looked closely at
her profile with her nipples sticking out prominently.  Then she tapped the
inside of Amy's right thigh as if to say "Spread 'em", and Amy did. 
Whiteside got down on her knees and adjusted Amy's legs even wider apart
and looked intently at Amy's pussy.  Amy was expecting Whiteside's finger
to probe her private parts, but Whiteside just stood up and said, "Very
nice, mademoiselle.  I can make good use of that." Amy's face was now
crimson red after this private inspection. Whiteside continued, "Now, let
me say that most of the poses will be open in some fashion.  None of that
Rodin-The-Thinker crap with the body seated, bent over, and partially
covered.  Oh, no.  I like the body to be wide open." And she flung her arms
wide apart and spread her legs - almost doing jumping jacks. "So, today I'm
going to start you out with an easy one.  You saw how Eva was posed when
you came in; you'll just do that same thing.  We'll do that one for about 5
minutes in one direction; you'll turn around and repeat it for 5 minutes in
the other direction.  And then we'll do another pose for 10 minutes and a
final one for the last 20 minutes or so.  The students are required to
quickly sketch out that pose, not to draw something to put in a frame.  The
3 poses will let the students have a good look at the various parts of your
body.  No inhibitions here, eh?" Amy just nodded and said, "Should I go up
there now?" Whiteside patted Amy on her butt and said, "Oui, s'il vous
plait.  And I'll let the next class in." Amy took her place on the platform
next to the pedestal.  And she tried a few positions that might be what Eva
was doing.  None of them felt quite right, but she finally settled into a
similar pose.  And she just stood there as the students streamed in and set
up for the class.  Amy looked down and saw what looked like a 13-year old
boy at an easel right below her with a clear close-up view of her pussy. 
Actually, the boy was a college sophomore, but she didn't know that at the
time.  Amy just stood there. Dr.  Whiteside came up on the platform and put
a hand on Amy's shoulder.  She said, "Class, we have a new subject today.
This is Mademoiselle Amy Suzuki.  Please notice her handsome features.  A
light-skinned Asian look, full breasts with dark brown nipples, long
straight hair, a nicely trimmed pubic area with well-defined vaginal lips,
long slender legs, tight buttocks." Whiteside tweaked one of Amy's nipples
when she mentioned her breasts.  Whiteside then bent down and slightly
repositioned Amy's feet an inch or so farther apart and slightly turned
out, and she tapped Amy's inner thigh and whispered to her, "Spread your
knees a bit wider without moving your feet." Then aloud to the class she
said, "Please make a quick sketch of her in this position.  She will turn
around in a few minutes.  Allez!" Whiteside stayed on the stage with a hand
on her shoulder for a moment and then she lowered her hand and rested it
lightly on Amy's butt cheek for a minute or so.  Amy was extremely
uncomfortable now, and she squirmed a bit, but Whiteside squeezed her butt
cheek as if to say "Stay still".  And Amy did.  She was very relieved when
the instructor left the stage and started walking around the room to see
how the students were doing. Amy could feel her nipples tightening and then
a very slight dampness between her legs.  She wondered if her clit was
showing, but she didn't want to look down to check.  She tried to follow
Eva's suggestion about looking over the students' heads, but she could
still feel a bit of arousal.  So, she tried thinking about a fun time that
she had playing hopscotch with her father when she was 4 years old.  That
helped a little bit. Then she spotted her panties hanging on the hook on
the opposite wall.  At first, she was relieved to see that they were still
hanging where she put them; they were her only covering and they were only
a few feet away.  But then, she thought about them in a different way; her
panties were over there and she was over here standing completely naked in
front of a group of strangers.  She and her panties would be tantalizingly
separated for the next hour. After a few minutes, the instructor came back
up on the platform and told Amy to turn around and face the other
direction. Amy was momentarily relieved that she could stretch her muscles,
but Whiteside quickly repositioned her, putting her feet in just the right
position, spreading her knees, and even tweaking her tits again.  In this
position, Amy could feel just a tiny breeze across her face and bare chest,
and her nipples hardened even more.  And she could no longer look longingly
at her panties hanging on the on the peg.  Amy was already developing a
dislike for Ms.  Whiteside, and this was only 10 minutes into her first
assignment. About 5 minutes later, Whiteside said, "Okay, class, flip to a
clean sheet while I re-pose our pretty model." And the instructor came up
on the platform and spoke to Amy, "Okay, ma chÃ(C)rie, let's set up for the
next pose.  Please take that pedestal over to the side of the room and
bring back one of those plain wooden boxes." Amy picked up the pedestal and
it was heavier than she expected, maybe 30 pounds or so.  She lowered it
from the platform and then struggled with it down the aisle between the
students.  She felt a hand spank her bare ass as she went down the aisle,
but she couldn't tell who had done it.  She saw two identical wood boxes
next to the wall; they were cubes maybe 2 feet on each side.  She lifted
one and again it was pretty heavy 20 pounds or so.  She carried it back up
to the platform, no swats on her ass this time. Whiteside smiled and said,
"Bon.  Please put it there close to the edge." Amy did that, and Whiteside
went on, "Okay, Amy.  Stand here about two feet from the box, bend over,
and put your hands on the box out near the edges." Amy could immediately
see that this was going to be an embarrassing pose, but she followed the
instructions. Whiteside looked at the posed naked girl.  She spread Amy's
feet a bit farther apart, but it just didn't look quite right, and she
said, "That's not quite what I wanted.  Amy, please go get the other
matching box and bring it up here." Amy got up and made her way down the
aisle again to get the other box.  As she was walking back with the box,
someone spanked her butt again.  She turned to look but couldn't tell who
had done it this time either. On the stage, Whiteside placed the two boxes
about a foot apart.  Then she took Amy's arm and led her to a spot just
over two feet from the boxes.  She told Amy, "Let's try it now with one
hand on each box." Amy bent over and put a hand in the middle of each box
so that her arms were about 3 feet apart.  Now her boobs were dangling
invitingly below her.  Whiteside adjusted her feet farther apart so that
Amy's asshole and cunt were clearly visible from the rear.  Whiteside
stepped back to look over Amy from various angles, and then she got some
hairpins out of her pocket and pinned up Amy's long hair so that it was not
hiding the view of her breasts.  And she raised up Amy's chin so that Amy
was looking right at the students.  "Magnifique!  Okay, class, sketch out
this view of our subject.  You've got 5 minutes and then we'll turn her
around so that you can all enjoy this beautiful body from both directions.
And Amy, please smile for the class." This pose was much more embarrassing
than the previous one.  All of her endowments were in full view - breasts,
butt, pussy, and anus.  She could feel tears in her eyes, but she tried to
smile as Whiteside had told her.  Then, through her tears, she spotted her
underpants on the peg sending out their mixed message - so near but yet so
far away! After 5 minutes, Whiteside told her to move the boxes and face
the other direction.  She now showed her embarrassment to another group of
students. Finally, that ended and she breathed a sigh of relief.  Whiteside
said, "Amy, please put the boxes back by the wall.  And then bring up the 4
things that look like portable fences." Amy had seen those props earlier
and wondered what they were.  She would soon know. Whiteside pointed to
three male students and said, "Please help Mademoiselle with props.  You,
carry the box.  You two, go back and get a fence." Naked Amy and the 3
clothed men (Amy considered them to be boys) went to the back of the room,
stored the boxes, and then looked at the fences.  Each fence was about 6
feet high and 5 feet long with vertical bars every 8 inches or so.  They
were painted black and had several supporting feet at the bottom so that
they stood upright.  At first, Amy thought it would take two people to
carry each one, but they were made of PVC and were very light - only 10
pounds or so; she was able to lift one easily by herself, but since it was
so big, it was awkward to carry down the aisle.  She lifted it in the
middle and walked sideways down the aisle with her bare butt a tempting
target for more swats. Whiteside told her to put the fence along one edge
of the small stage.  And then Amy got up onto the stage again took the
other three fences from each of the boys, who got a close up view of her
jiggling breasts as she lifted the fences onto the stage.  Whiteside had
her put the other 3 fences on the other edges of the stage so that there
was a cage-like structure around Whiteside and Amy. Whiteside said, "Okay,
what we have here is a jail, and Amy is a prisoner in that jail.  You will
make a sketch of this for the rest of the hour." Even though she was on
naked display, Amy chuckled.  It sounded kinky, but it might be fun.  Amy
smiled at Whiteside and asked, "Do you want me to grab the bars and stare
out with a pleading look on my face like this?" And she assumed the stance
that she had described. Whiteside said gruffly, "No, we're not done with
the setup yet." And she reached into bag and brought out two sets of metal
cuffs, one with a short chain, the other with a long chain between the
cuffs.  She tossed the short cuffs to Amy and said, "Here sweetie, put
these on your wrists.  And I'll put these on your ankles." Amy was stunned,
but she put on the handcuffs.  She just assumed that Whiteside had the key
to unlock them.  And the instructor put the longer cuffs on her ankles; the
longer chain allowed Amy some movement, but not much. Then from behind her
Amy heard Whiteside say, "Open your mouth wide." And she wrapped a gag
around Amy's head and into her mouth.  Amy started crying. But Whiteside
wasn't finished yet.  She pushed a button on a remote control unit, and a
chain descended from the rafters above.  Whiteside attached the end of the
chain to Amy's handcuffs and then using the remote, raised the chain so
that Amy's cuffed hands were extended above her head.  Whiteside then
spread Amy's feet as wide as the hobble chain permitted and told Amy, "Hold
that position.  Keep that terrified expression and look out at the class."
Amy didn't have to pretend to be terrified, because she was truly
terrified. Here she was naked, gagged, bound hands and feet, stretched out
for the class to see.  She shifted her feet to close her legs a bit, but
Whiteside whispered, "No, keep them apart." Amy did, but when Whiteside
started to get down from the stage, Amy involuntarily closed her legs
again. Whiteside saw this and was furious, "Hey, prisoner, I told you to
keep your legs apart.  They need to see your sex.  Since you won't follow
my instructions, I'll fix it the way I want it." And she pulled out a
spreader bar from the bag and replaced the hobble chain with the bar.  She
adjusted the bar so that Amy's legs were wide apart.  Now Amy had to keep
her legs spread wide.  Whiteside adjusted her so that she was facing
directly out of one of the fences, and then she left the stage so that Amy
was alone in the toy jail. Amy tried not to cry, but she couldn't help it.
And her boobs bounced with each sob.  She looked up at her hands through
her raised arms as if looking to the heavens for help.  Then she looked
down at her shaking boobs with the nipples as hard as stone.  She was
helpless. After 5 minutes, Whiteside said, "Okay, prisoner, turn ninety
degrees to your left and look out of your cage." Amy realized that
Whiteside was not going to help her turn, and so she shuffled her feet and
struggled to make the turn.  She sort of stumbled, but the chain above kept
her from falling.  Finally, she was able to face the new direction.  She
looked up and saw her panties hanging safely on the hook. 5 minutes later,
Whiteside said, "Prisoner, next position." And Amy struggled through the
turn again.  And she repeated it 5 minutes after that. A few minutes later
the class bell rang, and Whiteside said, "Okay, class.  This was a very
interesting session today.  I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did. 
See you Monday.  Au revoir!" Whiteside then chatted with a couple of
students with Amy all the while still bound and gagged on the stage.  Amy
tried to yell though the gag, but the only noise was a grunt that Whiteside
did not hear. After a couple of minutes, Whiteside finally came back onto
the stage and looked at the crying naked girl.  Then as Whiteside dropped
to her knees to undo the ankle cuffs, she ran her fingertip down Amy's
naked right side from her arm pit, to hip, to thigh, to foot.  After
uncuffing Amy's ankles, the instructor used the remote to lower Amy's arms
and unlocked the hand cuffs.  Finally, she took the gag out of Amy's mouth.
Amy was furious, but all she could do was to stare at Whiteside with a
dazed look.  Whiteside just shrugged and then she smiled, slapped Amy on
the butt, and said, "Please put away the fences.  You know where they go."
Amy slowly stretched and massaged her sore arms and legs, and then like a
robot, she returned the fence units one by one to their spot next to the
wall.  She then turned towards the door to be on her way to her first real
class of the day. But as she approached the peg holding her panties, she
noticed two guys talking right there.  She ignored them and reached for her
panties, but one of the guys grabbed them instead.  With a devilish smile
on his face, he said to her, "Hey, Underpants Amy, do you want me to help
you put these on?" She dully looked at him and said, "Umm, no, of course
not.  Please give me my panties." He held them up with both hands showing
them to the other guy and said, "Okay, but you've got to beg.  Say to me,
'Please, Underpants Amy wants her underpants.' I want to hear you say those
exact words." Amy was now regaining her composure and, she was pissed off.
She said, "Oh come on, guys.  I've just been through hell, and you're being
jerks.  Just give me my underwear." The guy said, "Not until you beg." She
looked at him and realized that she needed those panties now, because there
wasn't time to go to Knoxx's office and get another pair before her next
class.  And she sure didn't want to go completely naked to the class.  So,
she said, "Please, Underpants A. . ." Just then Whiteside came up and said,
"What's going on here?  Are they hassling you, Amy?" Amy looked at the
instructor and replied, "Yes, ma'am, they are.  They won't give me my
panties." Whiteside looked at the boys and said, "All right, mes amis,
you've had you're fun now.  So, give me the panties and get out of here. 
Okay?" The boys knew not to push it any further and handed Amy's panties to
Whiteside. Whiteside looked at Amy and said, "Amy, I'm sorry about those
immature guys.  Now, I realize you probably have a class to get to, but I
need to quickly discuss a couple of things with you.  First, you are
scheduled to be here at 9 AM on Monday morning.  Right?" Amy nodded. 
"Okay. Could I ask you to come at 8 AM instead?  Eva Cobb will be here
then, and I'd like you two to model together.  Okay?" Amy thought about
this for a moment.  She had no other class then, and it might help not
being the only naked person in the room.  So, she said, "Sure, Dr. 
Whiteside, 8 AM is fine." Whiteside said, "Bon.  Now, this second request
is optional.  You don't have to do it if you don't want to, but I'd like
you consider it.  I'd like you to trim your pubic hair some more.  Maybe
just a narrow strip just above your lower lips?  Would you do that for me?"
Whiteside reached down and barely touched Amy's pubic hair while indicating
where the strip would be. Amy was still pissed at having to pose like a
bound prisoner, and she sure didn't want to cooperate with this witch any
further than she had to.  So, Amy said, "I'm sorry ma'am, but I like it the
way it is.  Now, can I have my panties?  I'm going to be late for my
class." Whiteside looked disappointed as she handed Amy her panties.  Amy
slid them on and left.  Amy was now fully clothed - or at least as fully
clothed as she would be for the next few weeks.

   Chapter 16 - Amy, Linda, and the Chancellor

   There were two reasons that Amy rushed out the art building.  First, she
was late for her 10 o'clock class.  But second and more important in her
mind, she wanted to get away from Professor Whiteside.  "That lady is
evil", Amy thought to herself, "I really need to be careful around her, but
I may not have much choice about doing what she wants me to do." Amy heard
the starting bell at 10 AM, and so she ran as fast as she could across the
grassy quad, her boobs bouncing in perfect harmony.  But since everyone
else was already in class, there was no one there in the quad to watch the
bouncing display.  However, if she had looked up, she would have seen Tyson
Laird watching her from his seventh floor office window. She quietly opened
the back door into the big auditorium-like classroom where the Psychology
class had already started, and she slipped into the nearest seat in the
back row.  The only other person in the row was a guy who got a great view
of her heaving breasts as she tried to catch her breath after the quick
dash across the quad. Her Psych class and her Composition class passed
without incident.  Neither instructor called on her.  But after the Comp
class, a couple of guys asked her about the notice that she had posted
around campus on the bulletin boards.  They wanted to know what the
"extenuating circumstances" were that allowed her to avoid expulsion.  Amy
had to be careful in answering and just said, "Well, I had a lawyer with
me, and he was able to find a few weak points in the university rules and
in the way the Chancellor was handling the situation.  We were able to
negotiate an agreement that allows me to stay in school wearing only what
you see here.  But my lawyer has told me to be careful about discussing the
legal aspects of this, and so, I'm sorry fellows, but that's all I'm going
to say.  And I need to meet someone for lunch.  Bye.  See you Monday." The
guys were disappointed that the pretty topless girl had to leave so
quickly; they watched her almost nude figure walk away from them down the
sidewalk. Her afternoon classes of Formal Logic and Public Speaking were
equally uneventful, although she did join in the critique and debate
following two of the speeches given by others during Public Speaking.  No
big deal except that she was essentially naked while standing up to make
her points. She arrived at Knoxx's office at 4:55, and she was worried
because Linda hadn't arrived yet.  Amy followed her prescribed routine of
presenting her ass view to Mrs.  Duckworth to confirm the red mark on her
panties, sliding the panties down her legs, hanging them on the penis hook,
and standing in full view.  Fortunately, she and the secretary were the
only ones in the room, and Amy just stood there quietly waiting.  She was
somewhat surprised to see that the two pairs of panties from the previous
days were no longer hanging on the hook, and she wondered if she would ever
see those panties again.  Linda showed up just before 5 o'clock and her
eyes widened when she saw Amy standing there completely naked.  Linda
whispered to Amy, "Where are your panties?" Amy just pointed to the penis
hook, and Linda tried her best to avoid laughing.  Amy smiled at her friend
and whispered, "Oh, shut up, Hathaway!" Then, they both giggled.  They
tried to stop when Duckworth glared at them, but Amy started giggling
again. About 5:05, Knoxx came out and greeted them.  "Hello, Miss Suzuki,
and you must be Miss Hathaway?" Linda said, "Yes, sir.  Nice to meet you",
as they shook hands. Knoxx showed them into his office, and there was an
awkward moment when Linda didn't know whether to sit down or stand next to
Amy.  After the two girls exchanged glances, Linda decided to stay
standing. Knoxx sat down behind his desk and looked at the two pretty
students in his office - one of them naked, the other clothed.  He thought
it was a pleasant contrast. Knoxx said, "Well, Miss Suzuki, let's see now.
Your community service for today was posing in Dr.  Whiteside's art class.
How did that go?" Amy didn't want to describe the awful experience to this
yucky man, and she just said, "Fine." But she knew this wouldn't be enough
to prevent him from pursuing it, and he did. Knoxx, "Any problems?  Was
Professor Whiteside satisfied?  Did you pose au naturel for the class?" Amy
sighed and said, "Yes, Ms.  Whiteside seemed to be satisfied with my naked
poses.  There weren't any real problems." Knoxx pushed on, "Well, how many
different poses did you do?  Maybe you can do them briefly for us so we can
understand better?" Amy was afraid this was going to happen.  She said, "I
posed in 3 different ways." And she went over to a 4-foot high bookcase and
demonstrated the first pose with her elbow resting on the bookcase.  She
said, "In the class, I rested my arm on a pedestal.  The second pose was
something like this." And she stepped in front of Knoxx's desk, bent over
putting her hands on his desk, and moved her feet back and apart.  Her
dangling boobs were right in front of Knoxx; Linda had a clear side view.
Amy saw him staring at her hanging breasts and kept the pose until he
looked up.  He said, "And the third one?" Amy stood in front of his desk,
spread her feet, raised her arms straight above her head, and said, "The
last one was somewhat extreme.  I was a prisoner in a toy jail with my
hands cuffed above me and my mouth gagged." She didn't mention the spreader
bar or the ankle cuffs or her genuine terror at the time.  She noticed
Knoxx shift around in his chair, probably adjusting his trousers to
accommodate his erection.  Amy glanced at Linda who was just staring in
disbelief with her mouth open. After Amy put her arms down and went back
next to Linda, Knoxx asked, "And did you get to see any of the sketches
that the students did of you?" Amy replied, "No, there really wasn't time
after class." Knoxx said, "Any other problems or issues that we need to
discuss here?" Amy shook her head, and he went on, "Okay, Miss Hathaway,
since you are probably going to be seeing Miss Suzuki more than anyone else
during her punishment period, I thought I should fill you in on what we are
expecting of Miss Suzuki." Amy immediately understood what Knoxx was saying
here.  She thought to herself, "He wants Linda to be a spy and report when
I break a rule!" But she kept quiet. Linda was still puzzled and said,
"Uhhh, I guess I already know some things, because Amy and I talked about
it last night.  What else do I need to know?" Knoxx said, "Well, did she
show you the written agreement that she signed?" Linda was surprised by
this, looked at Amy, and said, "No, I didn't know about that." Knoxx gave a
stern look to Amy and then said to Linda, "Well, let me give you a copy. 
It has all of the rules and her schedule of activities.  You can use it to
help her remember what she has to do these next couple of weeks." He handed
the 3-page document to Linda who flipped quickly through the pages. Knoxx
said, "And that's all I really wanted to talk with you about today.  Any
questions, Miss Hathaway?" Linda just said, "No, Dr.  Knoxx.  I'll look
this over tonight, and Amy and I will talk about it.  Do I need to come to
this meeting every day?" Knoxx said, "Oh, no.  Just today so we could get
acquainted." He turned to Amy and said, "Miss Suzuki, you'll be serving as
an usher at tomorrow afternoon's concert.  Mr.  Middleton is expecting you
at 12:30.  Right?" Amy replied, "Yes, I'll be there." "Good.  So, I guess
that's all for today.  Now, let me give Miss Suzuki some fresh underpants
to wear." He opened his drawer and sorted through Amy's collection of
panties and said, "How about these yellow ones?" He handed them to Amy. Amy
blushed as she pulled on the clean panties.  And the two girls left. On the
walk back to the dorm, Linda said, "Amy, why didn't you tell me about this
document?  It seems important." Amy said, "I'm really sorry about that.  I
did think about it while we were talking last night, but then when we
finished, I forgot about it.  And you are right; it is important, because
it's keeping me in school.  But I do think we talked about everything
that's described there.  God, I hope there's nothing else so important that
I forgot to tell you." Linda said, "Okay, I'll look it over.  But I still
don't really understand why he wanted to see me.  He could have just told
you to give me a copy of the document.  Do you know why he wanted me to
come today?" Amy heaved a big sigh and said, "Yeah, I think I do.  I think
he wants you to be one of his 'observers' of me.  'Observer' is his word,
but I think 'spy' is the right word.  I think he'll be expecting you to
report to him anytime I break a rule." Linda gasped, "Oh, god, you're
probably right.  I hadn't thought about that.  But I'm not going to tell
him anything.  I'm not going to snitch on my best friend!" Amy said, "O,
Lindy, I appreciate that so much.  But I don't want you to get in trouble
if you don't tell him something, and then he finds out about it and
realizes that you didn't tell him.  I didn't say that right, but you know
what I mean.  He's such a creepy man, and I don't really trust him.  So,
please be very, very careful." Linda replied, "Thanks for warning me, but
do you have any ideas on how to handle him?" Amy said seriously, "Yeah. 
Here's one way.  Let's say that you will not volunteer any information to
him about me, but if he asks a specific question, then you answer it
completely truthfully.  That is, wait for him to call you with a specific
question.  And not a general question such as 'Did you see Amy break any
rules?' I actually expect that he will call you a few times during these
last two weeks." Linda said, "Ahh, very good, Sooz.  You're so smart as
well as being so beautiful." And she gave her friend a friendly swat on her
panty-covered ass.  They both laughed and walked on to the dorm. Before
turning off the light that night, Amy crossed off one more day on her
calendar.  Then Amy slid in under her bedcovers for a good night's sleep.

   May 5, Saturday

   Chapter 17 - Ushering in Underpants

   Amy and Linda ate an early lunch on Saturday, and then Amy started
getting ready for her afternoon duty as an usher at the annual spring
Mozart concert.  Even though she would be almost naked, she wanted to look
as nice as she could otherwise.  So, she shaved her legs and armpits, fixed
up her hair, put on lipstick and makeup, and a nice necklace for the first
time in several days.  She looked in the mirror and thought that she looked
really nice - at least from the neck up. She had attended this concert last
year, and she thoroughly enjoyed the music.  Mozart was one of her favorite
classical composers.  It was a dress up event, and she had worn a striking
long purple dress with deep cleavage; she had enjoyed the looks that she
had received that day.  But today would be very, very different indeed. 
She was certain that it would be humiliating to hand out programs to the
well-dressed attendees while she was almost naked. A little after 12
o'clock, she said to Linda, "Do I look okay?  Well, as okay as is
possible?" Linda looked up from her studies and looked at her pretty
roommate standing there dressed only in low rise yellow panties.  Linda
said, "Sooz, you look great.  I hope it won't be too awful for you this
afternoon." "Thanks.  Are you going to be here all afternoon?  If so, I'd
like to just leave my backpack and ankle pouch here and not have to worry
about them.  I should be back about 6 after the meeting with Knoxx." Linda
answered, "Yeah, even though it's a really nice day outside, I've got a lot
of homework to do and I'll be here.  We can go eat after you get back." Amy
said, "Well, it's 10 after, and I need to be there at 12:30; so, I'd better
get going.  See you later." Linda just said, "Bye." Amy got to the theater
at 12:25 and found the office of the Theater Operations Director around in
back.  And as she walked down the hallway to the open office door, she was
shocked to see a peg outside of his office - it was identical to the peg at
Wytham and in the art studio where she had hung her panties.  She was
certain that this was the only one of her community service projects that
didn't require nudity.  And so she kept her panties on as she tentatively
walked in to the office. And she was somewhat surprised to see 6 people in
the office already; she had thought she might be the first to arrive. 
There were 3 young women and 2 young men who were probably students plus an
older man of 40 or so.  They looked her up and down as she walked in, and
the older man said, "Well, well, this must be our naked usher.  And you're
late." "Uh oh", Amy thought, "This isn't getting off to a good start.  I
don't like the tone in his voice and I'm not late." But aloud she just
said, "I'm Amy Suzuki, are you Mr.  Middleton?" He replied, "Yes, I'm Brad
Middleton, and I run this place - so to speak.  These are the other 5
ushers and we were just talking about their assignments and duties.  We
were expecting you at 12:15." Amy said, "Umm, Dr.  Knoxx told me 12:30. 
So, I guess I don't understand." Middleton said, "Well, I explicitly told
Dr.  Knoxx 12:15.  So, I guess something got lost in the translation
somewhere.  Also, why aren't you completely naked?  The hook outside is for
your panties.  Again, this is what Knoxx and I agreed on." Now Amy was
getting irritated, "Well, again Dr.  Knoxx told me that I could wear my
panties today; complete nudity was not required.  He and I have a written
agreement that clearly spells that out along with the 12:30 time." He
replied, "Oh, I wasn't given a copy of it.  Do you have it with you?" He
smiled as said this, because it was obvious that Amy wasn't carrying
anything at all. Amy curtly responded, "No, as you can see, I don't have
any place to carry it." "Okay", he said, "I see that there has been a
communication problem here somewhere.  Are you saying that you won't remove
your panties?" Amy shook her head and said, "Why don't we call Dr.  Knoxx
and ask him?  Can I use your cell phone?" He replied, "How about a trade,
Amy?  I hope it's okay to call you Amy.  I'll hold onto your panties while
you're using my cell phone?" Amy's dislike for this guy was rising by the
second.  She said testily, "If that's the only way you'll let me make the
phone call, then yes." And she slipped off her panties there in front of
the 6 people and held them out to him.  All of the other eyes in the room
where now on her bare pussy. Middleton smirked and said, "Sorry, Amy, that
won't be necessary.  I was playing a little joke on you.  I know that
you're allowed to wear panties and 12:30 was the correct time.  Just having
some fun at your expense." And he continued to smirk at her. Amy blushed
and started to put the panties back on, but Middleton said, "Wait.  Since
you've got them off already, let me say that we were expecting you to be
wearing black panties to go with these other ushers." Amy looked around the
room, and the 5 other ushers were all wearing white tops and black bottoms
of various styles.  The guys had white shirts, black slacks, and black
shoes.  The girls had white blouses, black skirts, black hose, and black
heels.  None of their outfits were exactly identical, but the color scheme
was consistent. Amy was ticked off now and said, "Well, I don't have any
black panties to wear - only these yellow ones" holding her yellow panties
up for him to see.  She was so mad that she didn't even care that she was
naked in front of these people. Middleton said, "Well, let's see what we
can do about that." And he looked over at the 3 girl ushers and said, "Are
any of you girls wearing black panties?" The 3 girls blushed and two of
them slightly raised a hand.  Middleton continued, "Ahh, good.  Maggie,
you're about the same size as Miss Suzuki, can she wear your panties this
afternoon?" Maggie said, "Huh, ummm.  You want me to switch panties with
her?" Middleton, "No, not exactly.  Since you've got a skirt on, you don't
really need panties.  Miss Suzuki can hang hers on the hook and wear yours
while ushering." Maggie was beet red and said, "Mr.  Middleton, as you can
see, my skirt is a mini-skirt and I really want to wear my panties."
Middleton now burst out with a loud laugh.  "Just another joke.  Maggie, of
course, I won't expect you to let Amy wear your panties." Amy didn't care
for this guy's sense of humor at all, and she started again to put on her
yellow panties.  But Middleton again said, "Wait, Amy.  I really would like
you to wear black today.  And here are several pairs you can pick from."
And he opened his drawer and pulled out a bag.  He dumped the contents of
the bag on his desk, and seven pairs of black panties fell out along with
some white brassieres. Middleton picked the white bras out of the pile and
said, "Sorry, Amy, Dr.  Knoxx won't let you wear these today.  But he did
approve the black panties." Naked Amy looked longingly at the brassieres;
she really would have liked to cover her boobs as well as her pussy.  She
said, "Okay, give me the panties and I'll go down to the restroom and
select a pair that fits." Middleton said, "Amy, we're all friends here now.
Just try them on here, and we'll help you pick out a pair.  Go hang your
yellow ones on the hook." And he handed her the first pair of black
panties. She briefly went back out into the hall and hung her yellow
panties on the peg, and then came back into the office and slipped on the
black panties.  And she modeled them for the group. She repeated the
operation for each of the seven pairs, and she selected a pair that fit her
best.  They were low rise black with white trim and a tiny bit of lace. 
She wondered if Knoxx would approve of these, since all of the others
approved by him and the committee were plain light colored panties.  But
she assumed that since Knoxx had approved black for tonite that these would
be acceptable.  The other ushers and Middleton agreed that they looked
nice, and she was now dressed for the concert. "Ah, very good, Amy",
Middleton said, "Before we talk about assignments, let me take a group
photo." He waved his hand to the back wall.  "As you can see, I have usher
photos from previous concerts, and this will be a good one to add to the
collection." Amy was really shaken by this.  She thought, "And so my nearly
naked photo will be posted on his wall for years to come.  So, even after I
graduate, my punishment will continue.  But what choice do I have?  The
agreement says I cannot hide or cover myself." And the group of 6 ushers
went out into the hallway, and Middleton posed them for the photo - of
course, Amy was front and center in the pose.  He took several photos and
then showed the pictures to the ushers on his computer screen.  Amy was
very embarrassed to see her bare breasts so prominently displayed in the
pictures. The group of ushers did some routine tasks such as setting up
tables for handling donations and selling tickets for next season as well
as putting up signs about today's performance.  After this was done, Amy
was hoping for an assignment at one of the side aisles.  There were to be
two ushers on the middle aisle, one on each of the two side aisles, and two
outside the building by the front doors to take tickets.  But Middleton
told Amy to do the middle aisle along with Doug, one of the nicely dressed
male ushers.  This was better than being out front, but she would still be
very visible. About 1:30, she and Doug took their places by the middle
aisle doors.  No one had arrived yet and the two of them made small talk
about their upcoming final exams.  A few minutes later the first real
guests arrived, and even though they stared at Amy, they made their way to
the side aisles.  But the next group of four older folks came right towards
her, and she took a deep breath, smiled, handed each of the two men a
program, and said, "Good afternoon." Of course, the two men got an eyeful
of her perfect 34C breasts, and they glanced at her black panties; the two
women with them gave Amy a scornful look and quickly went inside. As she
was holding the door for the two men, she was surprised to hear someone
call her name, "Amy Suzuki?", the male voice said.  She turned and saw
Dwight Henderson approaching; she smiled and said, "Hi, Dwight, how are
you?" Dwight was an apartment mate of Linda's boyfriend, Mark.  She had met
him a few times when she and her ex-boyfriend, Josh, had double dated with
Linda and Mark and stopped by Mark's apartment after the dates. Dwight
said, "Amy, I'm fine.  And I'm sure sorry to hear what's happening to you.
Are you doing okay?" Amy briefly looked past him to see if there were any
other guests arriving, and when she saw none close by, she knew she had a
few minutes to talk with him.  She said, "Yeah, considering everything I'm
doing all right.  But you know, it's been difficult and I've still got over
two weeks to go.  But everyone knows about me, what about you?  Are you
playing tonight?" Dwight was a clarinet player in the marching band, and so
Amy thought he might be part of tonight's orchestra.  But Dwight said, "Oh
no, I'm not good enough for this.  But I really, really like Mozart, and
I've come to this each year.  I saw you here last year with Josh in that
knock-out dress, and . . .  umm, well you know.  Oh Amy, I'm sorry, I
shouldn't have said that." But his voice trailed off as he realized his
faux pas about talking about ex-boyfriends and nice dresses in front of her
now. Amy smiled at him and said, "Dwight, that's okay.  I'm glad that you
noticed me then, and I'm glad you're talking to me now.  Are you alone this
afternoon?" "Yes, I really wanted to hear this performance, but I didn't
know who to ask to come with me." Amy looked up and noticed that other
guests were coming her way, and she said to Dwight, "Oh I'm sorry, but I've
got to get back to work here.  It was good to talk with you, Dwight.  I
hope we can see each other sometime.  Please enjoy the concert." She smiled
at him as he left.  And then she realized that something had sort of
clicked between them.  Also, she realized that he was looking her in her
face the entire time; he wasn't ogling her body like most men had been
doing the last few days. But then it was back to the real world, and she
spent the next half hour being stared at by everyone - women as well as
men, and even some of the grade-school kids that came with their parents.
She was glad when the last guests had been seated, the doors closed, and
the concert began.  She and Doug stood out in the lobby for several minutes
waiting for latecomers; one couple appeared, and Doug quietly led them to
their seats.  She and Doug then sat in the back row and listened to the
first piece, Mozart's Flute Concerto No.  1.  She got engrossed by the
music, and Doug had to shake her arm to remind her that intermission as
coming up. She got up, and when the piece ended, they opened the door and
let the audience mingle in the lobby.  She tried to be unobtrusive, but how
can a pretty topless girl do that in the middle of such nicely dressed
people?  She made small talk and felt the stares at her mostly naked body.
She was glad when the 15 minutes were over and the second piece, Mozart's
Violin Concerto No.  5, started.  She could sit there in the dark and enjoy
the music. After the final piece, it was more standing around being looked
at while the audience left.  After a while, she looked in the auditorium
and noticed Dwight still standing near her aisle door.  She said, "Hey,
Dwight, did you like the music?" He smiled at her and said that he did
indeed enjoy the music.  And they chatted for a few more minutes.  As they
parted, Amy touched his arm and said, "Please call me." They smiled at each
other, and he left. Amy spent about an hour helping the other ushers clean
up in the auditorium and putting away the tables and signs.  She was
thinking about Dwight, and she didn't pay much attention to the men ushers
who were looking at her dangling breasts as she bent over to pick up trash
left behind by the guests. Finally, they all returned to Middleton's
office. He thanked them for their help.  And then he turned to Amy and
said, "Amy, I'm sorry, but I need those panties back.  Your yellow ones are
still out on the peg." So, Amy blushed and slid them down her legs giving
Middleton and the other ushers one last look at her naked pussy before she
grabbed the yellow underpants and slid them on.  She told the group goodbye
and started walking to Kameron Hall for her meeting with Knoxx.

   Chapter 18 - A Quiet Saturday Evening

   The Saturday meeting with Knoxx was uneventful, that is, if you can call
standing alone naked in front of a creepy old man to be uneventful!  He had
just grilled her about ushering at the concert, and she was glad that
nothing really negative happened in the meeting.  He gave Amy a pair of
white panties to wear for the next day. Back at the dorm, Amy ate dinner
with Rekha and Maddie.  Linda was off on a date as was usual for her on a
weekend night.  She told Amy that it was for "a little Saturday night
loving".  She frequently used that same phrase substituting the correct day
of the week, but it always meant the same thing - a wild romp between the
sheets with her boyfriend, Mark. Today, Amy was conflicted, because on the
one hand, she was happy that her good friend was having a good time, but on
the other hand, she was jealous of Linda, because Amy had to spend the
evening alone.  Amy had spent the last few weekends date-less after having
broken up with Josh.  And tonight, she thought about the afternoon chat
with Dwight Henderson, who happened to be Mark's roommate.  Amy felt that
she and Dwight had hit it off during their short meeting at the concert,
and she wondered if Dwight was now alone in one bedroom alone while Linda
and Mark were having passionate sex in another bedroom.  Amy smiled as she
wondered if Dwight could hear them through the walls. Before sitting down
to study, Amy called her brother, Jason, who was a sophomore at Cornell. 
She told him most of the story, but she left out some of the really
embarrassing situations that she had been in the last few days.  Since the
two of them were very close, she didn't want to upset him any more than
necessary.  She might tell him about those humiliating moments sometime,
but not now. Then, Amy hit the books.  She considered putting on her fluffy
robe knowing that she'd be alone for a few hours, but she knew that Kelly
Stubbins had a master key and could potentially pop in unannounced at any
time.  So, she just turned up the heat a little bit, and sat down at her
desk.  She welcomed having these few hours to herself so that she could
make a serious dent in the homework that had been piling up while she had
been spending hours doing the punishment projects and standing naked in
Knoxx's office.  She was beginning to worry that her grades were going to
be affected because of the lost study time. About 10:30, Linda returned
with a big smile on her face.  They chatted for a few minutes with Amy
trying unsuccessfully to get her friend to talk about her lovemaking
escapade, and then their three friends, Sharon, Maddie, and Rekha, came by
to talk with them.  And it wasn't long before the girls were laughing and
joking, and the other girls stripped down to their panties in a show of
solidarity with Amy.  Amy glanced around the room at her nearly naked
friends and with a twinkle in her eye, said, "Thanks, guys.  I love you
all." About midnight the gathering broke up, Amy crossed off another day on
her calendar, and they went to bed.



   Underpants Amy - Days 6 & 7

   May 6, Sunday

   Chapter 19 - In the buff in the BUF

   Amy didn't sleep very well, because she was worried about today's
upcoming punishment projects - or community service activities - or
whatever the hell they were called.  Also, she had looked at the campus map
to confirm where the Bancroft University Foundation office was located, and
as she feared, it was on the very farthest corner of the campus; it would
take her at least 25 minutes to get there.  And she had also checked the
weather forecast which showed that it would be cold and windy today.  It
would be a very unpleasant walk for an almost naked girl to make. But she
had finally fallen asleep and was sleeping soundly, until 7AM when she (and
Linda) were jolted awake as their landline phone rang.  Sunday was usually
their day for sleeping in, and Amy had set her alarm for 8 o'clock knowing
that would give her plenty of time before leaving for the 9 AM appointment.
Amy thrashed around for a moment trying to turn off the alarm, before
realizing that it was the phone ringing.  Linda gave her a funny look
through her half-opened eyes and said, "What the hell is going on?" Amy
scrambled out of bed and went over to the phone on the table.  She said,
"It's the phone, Lindy.  I'll get it.  Go back to sleep." She was still
groggy as she said, "H-h-hullo?" The male voice on the phone said, "Good
morning.  Is this Amy Suzuki?" Amy mumbled, "Yes, this is Amy." The man
said, "Hello, Miss Suzuki, this is Gavin Farmer, director of the university
foundation and a member of the Discipline Committee." The mention of
"Discipline Committee" caused Amy to become immediately alert, and she
said, "Oh, hello, Dr.  Farmer.  What can I do for you?" Actually, she was
silently hoping that the man had called to cancel this morning's
activities. Farmer said, "Well, I apologize for calling so early, but I
wanted to make sure I caught you before you left for our morning
appointment." Amy's hopes rose just a hair, because she thought he really
might be calling to cancel.  But he continued, "I wanted to offer you a
ride this morning, because I know it would be a long walk, and it is pretty
cold outside." Amy tried not to show her disappointment and said neutrally,
"Oh, thank you.  That would sure help." Farmer said, "Okay, good.  Let's
say 8:50 out in front of your dorm.  Look for my dark blue Honda Accord. 
See you then?" Amy mumbled her agreement and hung up. She reset her alarm
clock for 8:15 and then went back to bed.  But she couldn't get back to
sleep.  She just lay there listening to Linda's light snoring til 8 o'clock
when she got up and turned off the alarm.  She quietly left the room and
went to the dining hall for a quick breakfast.  Then, she put on some
makeup and lipstick and brushed out her long hair so that she looked as
good as she had yesterday for the concert. At 8:45, she walked down the
back stairs and out the side dorm door.  She was going to walk around to
the front of the building and wait for Farmer by the curb.  But it was so
cold and breezy that she decided to go back inside and take the first floor
hallway to the main lobby.  She knew there would be people congregating
there, but she decided to endure a little bit of additional embarrassment
in order to stay a bit warmer.  No one said anything to her as she waited
in the lobby looking out the front window, but there were lots of people
looking at her pretty boobs; she made a conscious effort to keep her hands
at her sides while she was standing there. Right at 8:50, the Honda pulled
up and Farmer got out.  He saw her standing in the doorway and waved to her
to come out to the car where he was holding the passenger side door.  Amy
scooted quickly out the door and around to the other side of the car.  She
was just about ready to hop into the car, when Farmer said, "Wait, Miss
Suzuki.  Please take off your panties." She looked at him and stammered,
"Wh-what?  Why now?" Farmer scowled and said, "Well, basically, because I
said to.  But your agreement says that you are to be naked while performing
these community service projects." Amy argued, "But that doesn't start for
another 10 minutes." Farmer was now a bit annoyed, "That doesn't matter. 
You won't be needing your underpants today; so, please take them off now."
Amy still hesitated for a moment, but then she reached her hands to the
side rim of her panties where her hands collided with Farmer's hands. 
Farmer said mockingly, "Please, madam, you seem to be having trouble with
this; so, allow me." This startled Amy and she took a couple of steps back.
But then she realized she had no choice and tentatively stepped back
forward.  She quivered slightly as his hands touched her skin while
lowering her panties to the ground.  She looked over at the lobby window
and saw several people watching this embarrassing episode. And her
embarrassment increased as he neatly folded her white panties into a
pointed design and stuck them in the breast pocket of his dark gray suit
coat.  She continued to stand there watching as he adjusted them so that
the point was perfectly centered above the pocket.  He merely said, "I
forgot my handkerchief this morning, but these will work nicely.  I'll
return them to you this afternoon.  Please get into the car now." Amy
looked down at the car seat and saw that he had placed a folded towel for
her to sit on.  She wordlessly got in and positioned her naked butt on the
towel, and he closed the door.  She then pulled the seatbelt strap across
her chest between her breasts.  This would be the first time she'd ever
ridden naked in a car, and she was surprised how the seatbelt seemed to
enhance the fullness of her breasts; the strap crossed firmly between her
boobs.  She could tell that this was going to be another difficult day. She
did not say a word on the way to the BUF office.  There were only a couple
of cars in the parking lot next to the building, and the hallways were
vacant as Farmer led the way to a room at the back of the building.  As she
walked into the room, Amy recognized it as a computer lab, and there was a
guy sitting in front of a computer, and that all made sense to her, because
Knoxx had told her that she would be using her journalistic skills to help
with a publication.  Even though she was naked in a strange place with
Farmer and a stranger, she felt a little bit at ease. But an instant later,
she saw another man sitting at a table at the back of the room - with a
camera aimed right at her.  And her apprehension returned as she heard the
shutter click a couple of times.  Momentarily, her arms flew in front of
her breasts, but she immediately dropped them. Farmer casually led her by
her elbow over to the computer and then motioned for the photographer to
come over, too.  And so they gathered around the computer: a nattily
dressed forty-ish man in a gray pin-striped suit, a nicely dressed
middle-aged man about 30 wearing a maroon polo shirt and khaki slacks, a
geekish male student wearing jeans and a T-shirt, and one very naked, very
beautiful young woman. Farmer said, "Good morning, gentlemen, let me
introduce Amy Suzuki." Amy hesitantly shook hands with the two men as
Farmer continued, "Miss Suzuki, the man at the computer is Darren
Strobridge, and the photographer is Michael Warfield.  Mr.  Strobridge is a
student who is helping us lay out our brochures and Mr.  Warfield is a
professional photographer who has his own studio in town." The older man
went on, "Gentlemen, you probably know this young lady's story, but just in
case, let me summarize why she is here naked today.  She was apprehended
last Monday evening while streaking on campus, and she is being punished
for that.  Part of her punishment is to perform some community service,
including assisting the foundation today.  The Discipline Committee at
Bancroft has decided that she will be nude while performing her community
service." He turned to Amy and kept going, "Now, Miss Suzuki, we're going
to do a couple of things this morning.  First, we're going to take some
photos for our brochures.  And second, we're going to lay out the brochures
so we can send them off to the printer tomorrow.  You can assist us in both
of these.  These things will take us about two or two and a half hours, and
then you and I will go over to the Student Union for an alumni reception.
Okay?" Amy realized that he didn't specify how long the reception would
last, but she sort of remembered Knoxx saying 3 o'clock or so.  She just
nodded at Farmer. Farmer continued, "Good.  Now, let me explain about these
brochures.  They are basically advertisements to help the foundation
recruit new members.  You are probably aware that Bancroft has only one
organization that deals with alumni; many schools have both a foundation to
raise funds for special projects and scholarships as well as a separate
alumni association which is more of a social organization.  Here at
Bancroft, our foundation serves both functions, and we like to solicit
Bancroft's graduates to join the foundation as contributing members." "Now,
for several years, we've been running an advertising campaign that we call
'In the BUF' spelled B-U-F as in Bancroft University Foundation.  Have you
heard of 'In the BUF'?" Amy silently shook her head.  "Well, the title is a
play on words.  You know, like 'in the buff' spelled B-U-F-F as in 'au
naturel', 'naked', 'unclothed', 'nude'.  I think you can see how you fit
into this picture - so to speak." He paused looking at her with a wry
smile. Amy blushed and quietly said, "Yes, I think I do." Farmer resumed,
"Let me show you some brochures from the last few years.  Let's go over to
that table where I can spread them out for you." Amy and Farmer stood on
one side of the table, and the two other men stood on the other side. 
Farmer laid down four pages on the table.  He pointed to the first one, and
Amy leaned in to look at it with her hands at the edge of the table to
support herself.  This left her boobs dangling slightly and her pussy just
above the top of the table.  She then felt Farmer lightly lift her hair so
that it trailed down her back rather than her front; she knew that he was
doing this to maximize the exposure of her private parts to the two guys on
the other side of the table.  She blushed, but said nothing. Amy looked at
the first page.  It was a glossy print entirely in a shade of gray green
with all the printing in white - Bancroft's school colors were this same
gray green and white.  At the top of the page, it said in a stylish font
"Are you in the BUF?" And below it was the photo of an older couple sitting
on a bench.  The photo was taken from behind, and it was obvious from the
couple's bare backs that they were naked.  They were leaning their heads
towards each other in a loving gesture.  Amy smiled at the cute photo, and
she recognized the place on campus where the photo had been taken. Farmer
said, "Well, for the last few years, we've been using a married couple in
our photos.  They are Bancroft graduates, George and Sylvia Underwood, who
are about 50 years old.  As you can see, the photos have them posing naked;
that is, in the buff." He pointed to the second photo which showed the
naked couple from behind walking hand-in-hand down another campus path with
their bare butts showing.  A moment later, he pointed to the third page
which showed the two seated on another bench; this time the photo was taken
from the front, but their crossed legs and the woman's arms were positioned
so that their genitals and the lady's breasts were hidden.  And finally,
the fourth one showed them kissing while standing next to a plant with the
leaves of the plant discreetly covering the couple's private parts. All
four photos had the same "Are you in the BUF?" title and a paragraph at the
bottom of the page describing the benefits of joining the Bancroft
University Foundation; next to the paragraph was a small application form
that could be filled out and sent in. He took a drink of water and then
continued, "Our primary audience with this campaign was older graduates,
because older folks probably have more money that they would be willing to
donate to the university.  However, the foundation board recently thought
we might want to target younger graduates with a similar campaign, and
again, that's where you fit in.  We want to take some photos of you for
this next series of brochures.  And that's what we are going to do for the
next hour or so." Amy gulped and said, "Okay." Farmer went on, "For this
series, we want the photos to be a little bit more provocative, since the
target audience is younger.  We will hide your pubic area, but your breasts
and buttocks will be in full view.  And we're going to have you wear a
mortarboard, that is, a graduation cap, but nothing else in at least some
of the shots.  But like these other photos, we want to keep the same
grayish green motif using campus locations that the alumni would
recognize." He paused for a moment and then continued, "So, the four of us
are going to drive around campus and take the photos.  I know that it is a
cold overcast day out there, but you won't be outside too long; the warm
car will be nearby.  Any questions?" The naked girl gulped again and
quietly said, "No, I understand." The photographer, Michael Warfield, took
over at this point, "Amy, we've already selected the locations of the
shots. Baskind Fountain, the main gate, the steps of Kameron Hall, and then
the places where these four photos were taken.  I've already figured out
the poses, and so I don't think any of these pictures will take very long.
Oh, incidentally, I'm taking all of these in black and white mode on my
digital camera, and then Darren will add the greenish tinge on the
computer. Are you a photographer?  Do you want to know all the camera
settings that I'm going to be using?" Amy gave a weak smile and said, "No,
I wouldn't really understand them anyway.  But thanks for asking." Farmer
said, "Okay, let's go.  We'll use my car." Amy noticed that Stobridge and
Warfield each grabbed a heavy coat from the rack before following her and
Farmer back out into the hallway. At the car, Farmer said, "Okay, Miss
Suzuki, you sit in back with Mr.  Strobridge.  Mr.  Warfield, you can ride
shotgun." Amy hesitated for just a moment thinking that one of the men
would open the rear door for her, but none of them offered.  So, she opened
it herself and was just about to step in when Farmer said, "Oh, please
wait, young lady, you need the towel; I don't want any stains on my car
seats.  Mr.  Warfield, please hand her the towel that is on the front
passenger seat." Amy blushed at the little bit of additional embarrassment,
but she took the towel from Warfield, re-folded it, and placed it on the
back right side car seat.  She slammed the door to keep out the cold wind
hoping that Farmer would quickly get the heater running.  But he was
getting something out of the trunk, and she turned to see him putting on a
big heavy overcoat.  She was shivering as Farmer got back into the car. But
he didn't start the car; instead he said, "Okay, everybody, buckle up.  I
don't start the car til you're all buckled in." Amy had to fiddle with the
seat belt, and it took her a couple of pulls to get it all the way out so
she could adjust it between her full boobs.  She looked down and saw that
the lap belt was covering her pubic hair; she wondered if it was okay to
hide her private parts like that, but she said nothing. A moment later,
Farmer started the car, and turned on the heater.  But it didn't help the
shivering naked girl, because she was seated in back and the heater seemed
to be set to warm only the front seat.  Again, she said nothing and leaned
her bare back against the cool leather seat.  She could feel the dweeby
Strobridge's eyes looking at her boobs.  Amy just looked straight ahead.
Just after they pulled out of the parking lot, Amy's body shivered
noticeably.  Strobridge saw her tits quiver and then the goosebumps
appeared.  And he said, "Uh, Dr.  Farmer, could you please turn up the
heat? I think Amy is pretty cold back here.  Are the rear vents open?" Amy
smiled at him and silently mouthed, "Thank you". Farmer said, "Oh, sorry
about that, Miss Suzuki.  I don't usually have backseat passengers." He
twisted a knob and changed another setting.  "There, can you feel it now?"
Amy said, "Yes, that's much better.  Thanks." There was silence for a
couple of minutes as they drove.  Then, as they pulled into a parking lot
near the quad, Warfield said, "First stop, Baskind Fountain.  Amy, I'm
going to give you a handful of coins, and you'll toss them into the water.
Okay?" The car came to a stop, and Amy said, "Okay, I understand." The
three bundled up men and the naked girl got out of the car and walked the
hundred feet or so to the fountain.  Warfield said, "Okay, it's cold out
here; so, let's do this fast.  Amy, stand next to the fountain and put your
left foot up on the edge.  I'll be off to the left side, and I want you to
toss in the coins one at a time into the fountain with your right hand. 
Keep your left arm at your side; I want your left nipple in view as I shoot
from slightly behind you." Amy assumed the position, raising her foot about
20" up to the stone slab at the edge of the fountain.  She flinched a bit
as Warfield put his hands on her bare waist to adjust her just so.  Then,
he handed her about a dozen pennies. He retreated off to her left side and
knelt down.  Farmer and Strobridge were out of the picture, but they were
standing together on the right side of the fountain and Amy knew that they
could clearly see her pussy and breasts as she tossed in a coin.  Warfield
had her make several more tosses as he clicked off the photos; he had her
adjust her hair and turn just slightly a few times during the sequence.
After about five minutes, Warfield said, "Okay, that's all for this spot."
And Amy tossed in the rest of the coins and dashed back to the warm car. 
Even the men in their coats, hurried back to the car. As they pulled out of
the parking lot, Warfield said, "Let's go over to Kameron next.  There's a
lot right next to it.  We'll use the mortarboard here, Amy, and we want you
to be walking up the steps.  Also, I've got a diploma folder here that you
can carry." A minute later they pulled into the lot.  Amy was thankful to
see that it was empty and she didn't see any people on the sidewalks
either. The group walked up the slight hill to the front porch of Kameron.
She knew this spot very well as this was the entrance she took each day to
go to Knoxx's office. She wanted to wrap her arms across her chest to
provide just a tiny bit of warmth, but she knew that wasn't permitted.  So,
she just stood there for the moment as Warfield described the pose.  "I
want to try this a couple of different ways.  First, I want you to be
actually walking up the steps, and I'll be shooting you from up here on the
steps.  Carry the diploma folder down near your groin so that it blocks
your pussy in kind of a natural way.  Then, the other way I want to do it
is similar to the fountain shot; I'll have you stand still with a foot on
the first step again with the folder held over your pubic area.  I'll shoot
from off to the side." He handed her the mortarboard which she put on, and
then she took the diploma folder that he held out to her.  She gave it an
envious look; she sincerely hoped that she would get one of these for real
in a couple of weeks.  Then, she waited as Warfield went up onto the porch.
After he got the camera aimed on her, he said, "Okay, Amy start walking up
the steps.  Be sure to keep the folder down there in a natural position. 
I'll probably click off enough shots that at least one of them will have
the folder blocking out your pussy." Amy sighed and followed his
instructions.  Even though her pussy wouldn't be shown in these pictures,
the rest of her front would be - face and boobs would be in full view.  As
she made the short walk, she heard the camera click several times.  At the
top of the short flight of stairs, she stopped and waited as Warfield
checked the photos on the camera's little screen.  He smiled and said,
"Yeah, I got at least three here with your vulva hidden.  Good.  Let's go
back down to the bottom step again, and I'll set you up for the next ones."
He guided her down the steps and showed her where to stand.  He said,
"Okay, Amy, left foot up on the first step, hold the folder with your right
hand near your groin, and tilt your head up as if looking up the columns to
the building's name up there on the facade above the portico.  I'm going to
be here on your right shooting up your body." Amy followed his instructions
and from the corner of her eye, she saw him kneeling down right next to her
bare right leg.  He said, "Amy, move your right arm back just a bit so your
tit is showing.  Sorry for the gross language, but you know what I mean. 
That's it." And she stood still as he clicked off several more pictures
moving just a bit and changing the exposure setting a few times. She
continued to hold the pose as he reviewed the pictures.  As soon as he said
they were okay, she ran to the car again where she rubbed her arms in a
vain attempt to warm up as she waited for the men to return. After they all
got seated and the heater was going full blast again, Farmer said, "Where
to next?" "Let's go over to the main gate", Warfield replied.  "There is
street parking right in front.  Hopefully, it won't all be used up by the
churchgoers." Amy cringed when hearing about the churchgoers; she had kind
of forgotten that it was Sunday morning and there was a church right there
on the other side of the street.  That might mean that strangers would be
watching her embarrassing poses.  Even more people would be seeing her
naked body. It only took a couple of minutes to drive over to the main
gate. Warfield said, "Hey, we're in luck.  There's a spot right in front.
Cool." A gust of wind hit Amy's naked body as she got out of the car, and
she shivered.  But she slowly trudged up to the "Bancroft University" sign
where the men were waiting.  Then, Warfield said, "Okay, I want to do
several things here.  I want cap and diploma with her going both
directions. Then the same just carrying books.  And finally with her
leaning against this famous sign." Amy looked around, and sure enough, a
small crowd was gathering.  She guessed that they were on their way to the
church, but she didn't know for sure.  She sighed and then followed the
photographer's instructions.  The first shot showed her bare behind as she
walked into the gate carrying the diploma folder and wearing the
mortarboard.  Then, she did the same walk, but Warfield was standing in
front taking a frontal view of her body; she had to carry the folder low
enough to cover her pussy.  Next he gave her two textbooks to carry and
they repeated the same walking poses.  During a brief pause between poses,
she looked at the books and saw that one was a calculus book and the other
was an art history book with an old-time drawing of a naked woman on the
cover.  She smirked to herself on seeing the art book. The final pose had
her standing in front of the university sign.  Warfield had her lean back
against the sign with her legs slightly spread.  He then told her to cover
her pussy with the art history book with the cover showing; he adjusted her
arms so that she was not covering her breasts. She was relieved when he
said he was finished, and she dashed for the car to warm up.  But Farmer
yelled at her, "Miss Suzuki, we're going to walk over to the next spot."
The cold girl sullenly turned around and rejoined the group.  Warfield
said, "Sorry, Amy, I should have mentioned that two of the last four sites
are just over here in the garden behind the main gate." And a few moments
later, Warfield pointed at the bench and said, "This is where we did that
first photo with the Underwoods.  Please, Amy, sit on the bench, and just
look around as if enjoying nature.  I'm going to shoot you from behind;
turn your head just a bit so I get a slight profile." Amy now realized
where they were and she understood why they didn't have to drive in the
warm car, because there was no closer parking spot.  She sat down on the
very cold stone bench, followed his instructions, and waited for him to
take several shots. Next they walked a little bit further down one of the
narrow garden paths to the location of the second photo.  This is where the
Underwoods were walking hand-in-hand, and Amy kind of wished that she had a
special man in her life to hold her hand here.  She smiled to herself as
she thought about the nice meeting with Dwight Henderson yesterday at the
concert; she thought silently, "I'll bet that he'd make a great lover.  I
wish he were here now." But then she realized that Dwight would also have
to be naked for the photo, and she knew that it wouldn't be right to suck
him into her naked punishment. So, Warfield just asked her to walk slowly
down the path looking at the garden around her.  He took several photos
from behind, and then handed her the art history book again to cover her
pubic area as he took frontal photos on the path. After they finished those
photos, Farmer said, "Okay, Miss Suzuki, go ahead and run back to the car
and warm up; here is the remote to unlock the car doors." Amy grabbed the
remote control device and dashed back to the car.  There were still a bunch
of people milling around the main gate as the naked girl unlocked the doors
and got into the back seat.  She realized that the ignition key was also
attached to the remote unit, and she momentarily thought, "Gosh, it would
be nice to just drive away from here." But she just settled back in the
seat and waited for the men to return. The last two photo sites were about
a half mile away, and Farmer drove to the nearby parking lot.  The bench
was close by, and Warfield took only frontal photos of Amy sitting on the
steel slatted bench.  He had her cross her legs and then hold up the art
history book as if reading it in such a way that it covered most of the
view of her boobs - just a bit of her left nipple was showing. The final
site was just down a path from the bench.  Warfield posed her in front of a
bush that had very big leaves, and he had her bend and stretch her body so
that her pussy and one breast were hidden behind the leaves.  He told her
to give him an "oh-you-caught-me-naked" look as he shot the photo with her
right breast in clear view.  Amy wasn't so sure she'd had the right look on
her face, but Warfield was satisfied. Amy was really cold now, and she was
very happy to be back in the car as they drove back to the BUF office.  The
goosebumps had returned and her tits were rock hard.  And Strobridge was
watching her boobs again. Back in the computer lab, Farmer said, "Okay, Mr.
Strobridge, you're up now, and Miss Suzuki and Mr.  Warfield will help you
with the layout.  Since you've helped us in the past, you know the tools
and generally what we want.  The only guideline that I will provide is that
we want to keep the same general flavor to the ads as we had with the
Underwoods.  Otherwise, please see what you can do in the next hour." Amy
uncertainly walked over next to Strobridge who had sat down in front of the
computer.  She said, "What do you want me to do, Darren?" Strobridge looked
at her pretty boobs rather than her face and said, "Umm, well, Mike and I
are going to use the two computers to process the photos.  So, while we're
doing that, why don't you look over those old brochures to see what changes
you might make to the wording or the layout?  Use this magic marker to
scribble changes on those pages, which are still over on the table.  Mike
can use the laptop to scan through the hundred or so pictures and pick out
the best ones and feed them to me.  I can change the black and white over
to green and white.  Okay?" Amy walked back over to the table and was just
about to sit down in the chair, but Warfield said, "Uh, Amy, can I use that
chair?  I've got a back problem and bending over the computer would
probably trigger an episode of spasms.  So, I'd like to sit down in front
of the computer rather than standing in front of it." The naked girl just
nodded and looked around the lab for another chair, but there weren't any
more.  So, she stood on one side of the table, and Warfield sat down across
from her.  She didn't mind standing to study the brochures, but when she
had to bend over to mark her suggestions on the pages, she knew that
Warfield had a perfect view of her hanging boobs from his seat opposite
her. She could feel his occasional glances as she wrote down her ideas. 
She thought it was a nice change to use her brain rather than her body,
even though her beautiful body was still on full display for the three men.
She reworked the paragraph on one of the brochures so that it would appeal
better to a younger audience, and she made a few changes to the overall
layout such as removing the borders so that the photo, the paragraph, and
the application form all sort of flowed together on the sheet.  She really
wanted to change the "Are you in the BUF?" title, because she knew that it
would be herself that would appear in the buff on the new brochure.  But
she realized that would be too big of a change for Farmer to accept, and
also, she actually thought the play on words was kind of cute.  So, she
left it alone. After about 10 minutes of this, she went over to Strobridge
and said, "I've got some ideas.  Are you ready to start laying out a new
page?" "Yeah", he said.  "Put the marked up page here next to the computer,
and then look over my shoulder as I work them in.  I've already got one of
Mike's photos on the screen, and I can cut and paste things from the old
brochure, if we need to.  Okay?" Amy just said, "Good".  And they spent the
next couple of minutes combining the photo and Amy's changes into the new
document.  Once she had to bend way over to point to something on the
computer screen, and her left nipple lightly brushed Strobridge's bare arm.
She blushed and looked at him to apologize, but he was looking at her
drooping boobs and her pussy; so, she just moved a couple of inches out of
his way. Strobridge printed out the new document, and he and the naked girl
looked it over.  Amy spotted a spelling mistake, but otherwise she thought
it looked okay, even though the picture in it showed her bare right breast
while she was looking up at the columns and facade of Kameron Hall with the
mortarboard on her head.  They corrected the mistake and slightly darkened
the green color.  Strobridge re-printed it and handed it over to Farmer.
For the next half hour or so, they worked together on three other similar
documents.  Amy modified the wording slightly in each one, and Strobridge
used three more of Warfield's photos.  One of the photos was a full frontal
of her walking out of the main gate with only the art history book
strategically positioned in front of her pussy, but both breasts were fully
shown.  Another showed her bare behind as she walked down the garden path.
And the third showed her from the side tossing a coin into the fountain;
her left nipple was clearly erect in this picture. Farmer was very pleased
with the new brochures and said, "Well done, everyone.  This is just the
kind of thing I had in mind.  I'll show them to my staff tomorrow morning
and then have some printed up for distribution.  And we will probably want
you to lay out a few more for us using some of the other photos taken
today." Amy blanched at this, because today was the only scheduled visit to
BUF.  Were they going to make her come back here again? Farmer looked at
his watch and said, "All right, Miss Suzuki, we need to leave to go over to
the reception." Amy shook hands with Warfield and Strobridge, and then she
followed Farmer out to the car. Farmer told her that it was okay to sit in
the front seat, but Amy knew she had to move the towel from the rear seat
and she did that without saying a word.  The naked girl then climbed in and
pulled the seat belt across between her heaving breasts.  She was very
apprehensive as she thought about mingling naked with the group of alumni.

   Chapter 20 - The Naked Waitress

   Before he started the car, Farmer made an exaggerated display of
adjusting Amy's white panties which were currently serving as a decorative
handkerchief in his suit pocket.  He glanced over at the totally nude girl
and silently smirked. A moment later, Amy was surprised when Farmer turned
left rather than right out of the parking lot.  The Student Union was only
a few blocks to the right.  She said, "Uhh, Dr.  Farmer, isn't the
reception at the union?" Farmer replied, "Yes, it is, but I need to pick up
my wife first." And Amy wordlessly dropped her head and closed her eyes;
she was certain that this was going to be some additional humiliation for
her. Amy felt tears well up in her eyes even though she kept them shut. 
She pondered her current predicament.  She was riding totally nude in a
strange car with a well-dressed man to some unknown location.  She felt
extremely vulnerable, but there was nothing she could do about the
situation; she just had to endure it. After a few minutes, the car slowed
down and turned into a driveway.  Amy opened her eyes and saw a
well-maintained Cape Cod style house on a tree-lined street.  It looked
like a nice, upper-class neighborhood, but she really didn't know where she
was. Farmer said, "Please come on into the house with me.  I know that this
is going to take several minutes, and it's warmer in there than it will be
here in the car." Amy wasn't sure about this, because the car's heater had
done a wonderful job of blowing warm air onto her naked body the last few
minutes.  But she understood from the tone in his voice that this was more
of an order than a suggestion.  She sighed, got out of the car, and
followed him through the door into the house's entryway. She hesitantly
continued to follow him into the living room, and she felt extremely
uncomfortable being naked in such a cozy, normal room that was filled with
family photos and knick-knacks. Farmer had a puzzled look on his face and
yelled, "Hi, honey, I'm home.  Jamie, Evie, anybody home?" A moment later
there was a clatter of feet running down the stairs, and two teenage girls
appeared.  They stopped in their tracks and gaped when they saw Amy in all
of her naked glory.  A moment later, an older woman came down the stairs
and paused on seeing the naked girl. Farmer was just about to speak, when
his wife spoke up, "Well, well, Gav, you've got another pretty one for your
'In the BUF' campaign." She turned to her daughters and said, "Girls,
you've seen a naked woman before.  Stop staring and go shake hands with
her." Amy gulped and stepped forward.  As she shook hands with the older
girl, she said in almost a whisper, "Hi, I'm Amy." The girl replied,
"Hello, I'm Evelyn.  People call me Evie." Amy silently shook the hand of
the other girl, who said, "I'm Jamie.  Nice to meet you." The girls were
wearing casual clothes, jeans and sweatshirts, but the older woman was
nicely dressed in a dark green business-like outfit, which was cut a bit
too low in the front exposing a lot of cleavage - but not nearly as much
cleavage as Amy was showing!  The woman turned to her daughters and said,
"Okay, you've both got homework due tomorrow.  Please go upstairs and
continue working on it." The two girls hugged their father and then they
gave Amy a parting look as they went back upstairs.  Amy heard them
giggling as they got to the top of the stairs. The woman stepped forward
and Amy expected her to introduce herself and shake hands as well, but
instead the woman slowly circled Amy looking her up and down.  She felt the
woman gently lift her long hair when she was behind Amy's bare back.  A
second later, she felt the woman's hand lightly lift her left butt cheek.
As the woman returned to face the naked girl, she cupped Amy's left breast
with her hand and gently tweaked the nipple with her thumb.  Then, she
looked at her Amy's bare pussy and said, "Well, Gav dear, you've done
really well this time.  You've got a real woman who looks like the rest of
us." And she quickly brushed Amy's pubic hair while saying, "A nice full
bush.  Unlike that other one.  What was her name?  Ivy?" Farmer corrected,
"Eva.  Eva Cobb helped us last time." "Oh, that's right", the lady replied.
"She probably thought her shaved mound was something special.  But I prefer
this." And she brushed her hand more forcefully through Amy's pubic hair.
Amy bent her butt slightly backward, but she knew she needed to stand still
for this. Amy was only slightly surprised to hear Eva's name mentioned.  It
made perfect sense for the campus nude to perform the task that Farmer had
told Amy that she'd be doing today - that is, serving drinks in the buff.
The husband said, "Actually, honey, her bush was even fuller earlier in the
week, but we asked her to trim it.  I think it looks really good right now,
doesn't it?" The woman looked closely at Amy's pussy again and said, "Yeah,
Gavin, it is nicely trimmed." And once again, she brushed her hand through
it as Amy blushed.  The woman continued, "Honey, I'm almost ready.  Please
take this one out to the car, and I'll be there shortly." Amy heard herself
referred to as "this one", and that only intensified her embarrassment. 
She was just another naked body to this woman.  She didn't even know the
other woman's name yet, and she was pretty sure the woman did not know
Amy's name either. Farmer led her back to the car and told her to sit in
the back seat.  Amy sullenly moved the towel from the right front seat to
the right rear seat, and she climbed in back while Farmer took the driver's
seat.  They waited silently for a few minutes. The woman climbed into the
car and immediately started jabbering about the kids' homework.  And after
they'd driven a block or so, she changed the subject to the maid coming
tomorrow.  And on it went about several different topics, and Amy tuned her
out.  And the husband said almost nothing either. Then the woman said,
"Well, sweetie, how has your day gone so far?" Amy continued to stare out
the window and was surprised by the moment of silence.  Then, the husband
said, "Uhh, Miss Suzuki, my wife is speaking to you.  It's not polite to
ignore her question." Amy was jolted back to the present and stammered,
"Wh-what?  I'm sorry, Mrs.  Farmer, I didn't realize you were talking to
me. What was the question?" The woman said, "Oh, sorry, I didn't make that
clear, because I don't know your name.  Gavin didn't properly introduce us.
I'm Joyce Farmer." The naked girl replied, "And I'm Amy Suzuki." "Oh", Mrs.
Farmer replied, "You're the underpants girl, aren't you?  I saw the
bulletin on a couple of boards yesterday.  Underpants Amy is what I heard
someone call you, right?  But, my dear, you're naked now.  Where are your
underpants anyway?" Amy stammered some more, "Uhh, uhh, I'm not permitted
to wear them today.  Part of my punishment is to be naked while performing
community service." The lady pressed the issue, "Okay, but where are your
underpants right now?" Amy was relieved when the husband cut in here,
"Actually, darling, I have them here in my pocket.  I will return her
panties to her after the reception." "But why is she nude right now?  The
reception doesn't start for another half hour or so", the woman persisted.
As Farmer pulled the car into the union parking lot, he said, "Well,
darling, I guess it's because I told her to.  She was naked this morning
and would be naked this afternoon; so, it kind of made sense to just keep
her that way." As the car stopped, Mrs.  Farmer said, "Let me see the
underpants.  Where are they?" Then, she laughed when she saw her husband
pull Amy's panties from his breast pocket.  She giggled, "Oh, that's cute,
Gav.  I'll fold them nicely for you and put them back there in a few
minutes." The three of them got out of the car, and Amy shivered as the
cold wind hit her bare body.  The lady smirked as she looked over Amy's
panties, and then she dangled the panties from her left hand while she
lovingly grasped her husband's hand with her other hand; they talked
quietly to each other as they started walking to the union building holding
hands. Naked Amy glumly followed them several steps behind.  She noticed
that there were quite a few people around now; she suspected it was the
usual Sunday-after-church crowd coming to the cafeteria for lunch.  She was
really cold as well as really embarrassed at having so many eyes looking at
her.  She also wondered how the Farmers would react if one of their two
teenage daughters was required to remain naked like Amy was.  Amy had
noticed how well filled out the older daughter, Evie, was, and Amy guessed
the girl was about 17 years old and probably the girl was just as good
looking underneath her jeans and sweatshirt as Amy was.  Would they allow
their daughter to be forced to parade around totally nude like Amy was
right now? After several yards, Mrs.  Farmer turned around and waved her
arm and said sarcastically, "Come on, Underpants-less Amy.  Don't be a slow
poke." She turned back to her husband and they both laughed loudly. But it
was actually the Farmers who were setting the slow pace, and Amy just
plodded along after them wishing that they would speed up so she could get
inside out of the cold wind.  She watched her panties sway from the woman's
hand; she wished she had even that tiny bit of covering. Finally, they got
inside the lower level of the Student Union and made their way to the
meeting room, which had the sign reading "Foundation Reception.  Are you in
the BUF?" Farmer unlocked the door and the three of them walked into the
big empty room.  Amy was happy to see that no one else had arrived early.
Almost immediately, Joyce Farmer held up Amy's panties and started to
inspect them.  She said, "You know, darling, we need to be careful about
folding these again.  We don't want these stains showing." And she showed
her husband the slight stains in the crotch of the panties.  The woman went
on, "Well, sweetie, it looks like you were turned on earlier today.  These
stains are at the very bottom of the crotch, which tells me they're not pee
stains but pussy juice stains.  Does walking around naked or almost naked
turn you on?" Amy blushed and she wanted to just ignore the question, but
she knew that she'd better say something, and so, she just told the truth,
"Yeah, a little bit, I guess." The woman reached into her purse and said,
"That's what I thought.  You'll get some more opportunities this afternoon.
But maybe we should check you out, and make sure that you're at least dry
to start out.  Please come here and spread your legs.  I've got some
Kleenex here, and we can get you cleaned up." Amy blushed an even brighter
red and reluctantly stepped in front of the lady and slightly spread her
legs so that her pussy lips were open.  The woman kneeled down, reached
between her legs, and patted Amy's pussy with the tissues.  When the woman
withdrew her hand, Amy started to close her legs, but the woman said, "No,
sweetie, I'm not done.  Wider, please." Amy did as the woman ordered, and
Mrs.  Farmer used an even bigger bunch of Kleenex to wipe Amy's entire
crease more thoroughly.  When she was done, the lady displayed the slightly
damp tissues for Amy's inspection and then she showed them to her husband
as well before tossing them in the trash.  Tears of extreme embarrassment
filled the naked girl's eyes, but Amy stood there with her feet well apart
until the woman said she could stand normally. The woman examined the
panties some more and then asked, "Gav, what's this red mark on the rear
rim?" Farmer explained how Knoxx had marked the panties to be sure that
they had been approved by the committee.  Mrs.  Farmer nodded, but said,
"Well, why red?  Why not our school color - dark green?" The man just
shrugged and admitted that he didn't know. The woman persisted, "Well, I
think she should wear only green and white striped panties for her
punishment to show her support for the school's athletic teams.  And maybe
a little smaller than these, because these pretty much cover her cheeks. 
Oh, I know, how about a thong with a little green and white triangle in
front to just cover her bush and a green strap running up through her butt
crack?" But Farmer explained how the committee wanted her feeling
embarrassed rather than feeling sexy, and that's why the plain panties were
selected. The woman shrugged and said, "Okay, I guess I understand.  But
let's put a little bit of green and white on her for the reception.  You
said she's required to be naked this afternoon, but how about a bow in her
hair - that is the hair on top of her head, not down there.  And maybe a
green and white garter.  And some frilly green cuffs for her wrists." Her
husband smiled and said, "Yeah, Joyce, that's a good idea.  But where are
you going to get that stuff at the last minute like this?" "Oh, the gift
shop upstairs will have it", the wife said.  "Come on, sweetie, we're going
shopping." And she tossed Amy's white panties to her husband, grabbed Amy's
hand, and dragged her out of the room. As they got out into the hallway,
Amy was resisting and pulling back, but then she gave in as she knew she
had to, and she let the woman lead her by her hand up the stairs to the
main floor of the union.  They went past the busy cafeteria, which had some
rarely used overflow tables in the hallway but even these tables were full
of Sunday brunch diners.  And those diners got the enticing close-up view
of the naked girl being pulled along by the nicely dressed woman. Amy was
actually relieved when they got to the gift shop, because there were only a
couple of people shopping as well as the cashier.  Joyce Farmer led Amy
back to the clothing area, which was a sea of dark green and white clothes
of all styles - sweatshirts, caps, pajamas, skirts, polo shirts, underwear,
etc.  All inscribed with the Bancroft crest or logo.  They quickly found
the garter and the bow for her hair, but they could not find the frilly
cuffs.  Mrs.  Farmer said, "Sweetie, go ask the cashier, and I'll continue
to look here." The naked girl reluctantly went back to the cash register
and said to the girl who was standing there, "Uhh, do you have, uhh, cuffs
that I could wear on my wrists?" The girl cashier had been staring at Amy
ever since she came into the store, and she now focused on Amy's boobs
while answering, "You mean like handcuffs?  Are you into S&M as well as
streaking?  Oh, I get it, Chancellor Knoxx and his punishment crew are
gonna do something extreme.  Maybe cuff your hands behind you for an entire
day?  Something like that?" Amy blushed and said, "No, none of that.  I'm
sorry.  I, umm, meant ruffled ones, maybe made of lace, like a French maid
outfit." "Oh, the sexy kind", the cashier replied.  "And that would also
make sense for you, wouldn't it?  Yeah, I think we've got some of those
back there somewhere.  Come on, I'll show you where to look." And the
cashier was getting into this humiliate-the-naked-girl routine, and she
roughly grabbed Amy by the elbow and led her back to the clothing section.
Joyce Farmer frowned as the two girls came back and said, "I don't see them
here.  Oh, good, you've brought the sales girl." The young cashier said,
"They are either up there on the top shelf at the back or down here in the
cupboard below.  I'll check down here; you look up there.  There's a short
ladder over there if you need it." Mrs.  Farmer looked at Amy and said,
"Well, sweetie, I'm sure as hell not climbing up there.  Go get the ladder
and check where she said." The naked girl sighed, went over to get the
five-foot high step ladder, brought it back, and set it up in front of the
tall shelf in the corner.  She tentatively climbed up to the
next-to-the-top step, and started moving items around on the shelf looking
for the cuffs.  No luck there, but there was one more shelf that was higher
up, and Amy had to get up on the very top of the ladder, even though the
warning label said not to stand on that top step.  Her naked body was now
on full display, and a small crowd of people had come into the shop to
watch.  Joyce Farmer held the ladder and Amy shifted her feet slightly to
get in a somewhat solid position.  She had to almost get on her tiptoes to
peek up onto the top shelf, and then she spotted the cuffs in a small
display box.  She grabbed the box and tossed it down to Mrs.  Farmer who
said, "Good, sweetie.  Stay there for a moment and I'll check to see if
this is what we want." The woman took her hands off of the ladder as she
caught the box and while she checked out the frilly wrist cuffs.  The
ladder wobbled a tiny bit which caused Amy to gasp, but she braced her arms
against the shelf to hold the ladder and her body completely still while
she waited there with her bare butt on dramatic display for the crowd.  Amy
thought it took the woman a bit too long to evaluate the cuffs, but
finally, the woman said, "Yeah, sweetie, these will work.  I've taken two
out of the box.  And here, I'll hand the box back up to you." Amy went one
step down and then had to carefully bend down to take the box from the
woman, and she knew her boobs were now the center of attention swaying in
full view.  She gingerly stood back on the top step, slid the box back into
its spot, and climbed down the ladder. Mrs.  Farmer said, "All right, let's
try these on, just to be sure." And she grabbed the garter and told Amy to
lift her left foot.  The woman slid the garter up Amy's leg to just above
the knee.  She stepped back, pondered a moment, and said, "Nope, up a
little higher.  We want to draw attention to your little treasure spot,
don't we?" And she fluffed up Amy's pubic hair before sliding the garter up
to about two inches below her pussy. She slid the two cuffs onto Amy's
wrists, and then held up the hair bow.  The woman said, "Yep, this is going
to work.  I've got some hairpins in my purse that we can use with the bow.
Okay, sweetie, take them off, and we'll go pay for them." Amy took off the
garter and the cuffs, and then slowly started walking back to the front
counter.  As the cashier and Mrs.  Farmer joined her, Amy then continued to
walk towards the door.  But Joyce Farmer said, "Whoa, sweetie, where are
you going so fast?  You need to pay for these." Amy gave her a blank stare
and said, "But Mrs.  Farmer, I don't have any money with me." "I know
that", the woman replied, "But surely you have one of those university
charge accounts." Amy was just about to say that she did have such an
account, but the cashier girl said, "We can only do that charge if we see
some ID - either a driver's license or preferably her student ID card."
Tears started to form in Amy's eyes as she shook her head and said, "I'm
totally naked here, and I obviously don't have an ID or any money with me.
But you know who I am - everybody on campus now knows who I am.  Can't you
just charge it to my account?" The cashier vigorously shook her head, "No,
my boss is adamant about that.  No charge without an ID." Mrs.  Farmer
spoke up, "Well, sweetie, we've got a quandary here, don't we?  How about
if I lend you the money and you can pay me back, okay?" Amy smiled through
her tears and said, "Yes, that will work.  Thank you." And Mrs.  Farmer got
out a credit card and used that to pay for the items.  As they left the
store, Mrs.  Farmer whispered to Amy, "You'll get your panties back this
afternoon as soon as you pay me back." Amy numbly nodded.  And they made
the trip back down the hallway, past the crowded cafeteria again, down the
stairs, and back into the meeting room. A few people had arrived early for
the reception, and Amy saw them stare at her naked body as she was led back
into the room by Joyce Farmer.  The early arrivals were two men and a woman
probably in their 40's, and the men were nicely dressed in suits, and the
woman wore a stylish dress.  Mrs.  Farmer led Amy to the center of the
room, and the three people plus Gavin Farmer gathered around to look at the
pretty nude. Mrs.  Farmer said to no one in particular, "Well, we've got to
get this one ready." She opened the bag of items, turned to Amy, and said,
"Okay, sweetie, lift your left leg." Amy blushed as the lady slid the
garter up so that it was just below her pussy.  The lady then slid on the
lacy wrist cuffs.  And finally, she stepped behind Amy and pinned the green
and white bow to her long hair. Amy blushed a bright red as Mrs.  Farmer
plus the four other people looked her over.  Amy wondered why the addition
of a few bits of clothing added to her embarrassment.  The five people all
agreed that the naked girl looked gorgeous in her adornments. And just
then, Amy's stomach growled loudly, and all of the assembled people looked
at her bare tummy.  Amy blush intensified, and she quietly said, "Oh, I'm
sorry about that.  I guess I'm hungry." Mrs.  Farmer replied, "Well,
sweetie, we can't have you growling at the guests, can we?  So, let's see
what we can do about that.  I'm sure the cook back in the kitchenette can
spare a few bits off of the trays that you'll be carrying shortly." She
grabbed Amy's arm and guided her to the little kitchen attached to the
meeting room. In the kitchen, Amy saw only one person, a short man about 30
years old.  He looked up and said, "Well, hello, Mrs.  Farmer, nice to see
you again." But he never took his eyes off of Amy, and she saw the eyes
scan her from head to toe. "Hello, Bryce", the lady replied, "Let me
introduce you to your helper for this event.  This is Emma Suzuki.  And
sweetie, this is Bryce Crawford, the owner of Crawford's Catering." Amy
tentatively stepped forward and shook his hand.  He said, "Hello, Emma,
nice to meet you." "Umm, actually, my name is Amy, not Emma", she said
quietly.  "Nice to meet you, too, Mr.  Crawford." Joyce Farmer said nothing
about her faux pas and went on, "Well, Bryce, this pretty young thing is
hungry.  We could hear her stomach rumbling from across the room.  Please
let her nibble on the snacks for a few minutes, before we get going." After
a brief pause, she continued, "Okay, sweetie, I'll leave you in the capable
hands of this young man." And she turned and left. When they were alone,
Crawford said a little bit too gruffly, "Okay, Miss, I don't care what your
first name is.  Your name is Suzuki, right?" Amy nodded as the man
continued, "So, Suzuki, here's how this is going to work.  You're going to
quickly eat some of those scraps over there; they're not garbage, they are
just rejects from the snack tray that don't look so good.  Then, you're
going to fill a bunch of wine glasses, put them on a tray, and start
passing them out.  As far as I'm concerned, you're my replacement employee
this afternoon.  I say replacement, because I originally planned to have
two of my assistants do the serving today, but Dr.  Farmer called yesterday
and told me to use you instead, and he told me to cut $200 off of my bill,
since I don't need to supply the servers.  Well, he may compliment you for
saving the foundation some money, but let me tell you, I'm not that happy
at all about losing that money, and my two young employees aren't happy
about losing out on the $75 they would have earned.  This is the second
time he's done this to me using some pretty naked young thing instead of my
competent assistants.  So, you're going to work hard for me today.  Got it,
Suzuki?" Amy was taken aback by his tone and meekly replied, "Yes, I
understand, Mr.  Crawford." Crawford took a couple of steps towards the
corner of the room and said, "Good.  Now, the scraps are back here.  Stand
here at the table and eat whatever you want off of this heap.  There's a
paper cup back there that you can use for some water - no alcohol for you
today.  And don't sit on that chair!  Don't sit on anything this afternoon.
The health inspector would have a conniption fit if he knew we had a naked
lady in here.  He doesn't like strands of hair in the kitchen much less
whatever might come out of your lower orifices." He went on, "All right,
Suzuki.  You've got 5 minutes.  Then, get going on the wine." He went back
to his preparation. Amy started to tear up, because she wasn't used to be
spoken to like that.  She tore off a paper towel and wiped her eyes, and
then she looked over what he had called "the heap".  She actually smiled,
because she thought it looked delicious.  There were several little quiches
about 2 inches in diameter, and the only thing she could see wrong with
them were tiny bits of crust that had flaked off.  And there was a bowl
full of raw vegetables - carrot and celery sticks, cherry tomatoes, and
bite-size pieces of broccoli.  And there was a bowl of cheddar cheese
squares next to a bunch of broken crackers.  To her eye, there was nothing
wrong with the vegetables or cheese except that they weren't all exactly
the same size like the ones stacked neatly on the serving tray on the
counter. She quickly gobbled down the discarded quiches, several of the
vegetables, as well as the pieces of cheese.  She especially liked the
quiche and wished that there were more defective ones.  But she quietly
finished eating enough to hold her until dinner time.  And after a quick
drink of water, the naked girl hesitantly walked over to the cook and said,
"Okay, Mr.  Crawford, I'm ready to start." He said, "The wine glasses are
in that tall floor-to-ceiling cabinet.  There are three kinds there; I want
the middle size, not the goblets or the champagne flutes.  Get out 30
glasses.  I want 30 sparkling glasses; if there aren't 30 clean ones, I
want you to wash the dirty ones in the sink over there." Amy just nodded
and plodded over to the tall cabinet.  The medium size glasses were on the
higher shelves, but she was able to get about 20 without effort.  However,
the others were just out of reach.  So, she looked around for a ladder -
for the second time in the last 15 minutes.  But the only thing available
was a little foot high stool.  She tried that, but she was only able to get
a few glasses before she felt the stool starting to slide a little bit. So,
she climbed down and asked, "Mr.  Crawford, can you help me, please?"
Crawford came over and Amy said, "Could you try to get those last few
glasses down for me?  Please?" He grumbled, "Can't you see that I'm shorter
than you are?  If you can't reach them, I certainly can't either.  Get back
up there on your tiptoes, and I'll hold the stool still with my foot and
hold you still with my hands." So, once again, Amy got on her tiptoes on a
shaky little device, and as she was reaching up, she felt his hands on her
hips.  She flinched a bit at his touch, but this little bit of support was
just enough for her to reach several more glasses which she gingerly
retrieved one at a time.  By the time that she got the final glass, his
hands were on her sides just below her boobs, and she felt his fingers
creep onto her breasts as she got down from the little stool. She
determined that all of the glasses were clean enough to use, and Crawford
showed her how much wine to pour in each glass.  But just as she was about
to start putting the glasses on the serving tray, he asked, "Have you ever
been a waitress in a restaurant?" "No", she answered, "Why?" He went on,
"Well, an experienced waitress would know how to carry that tray with one
hand, and I think it would be an interesting sight for a pretty naked lady
to deftly carry that tray one-handed.  Let's have you practice a little
bit. Here, let's use empty paper cups rather than full wine glasses."
Hesitantly, Amy stepped around to face Crawford.  He said, "Okay, hold up
your right hand with the palm up above your shoulder.  Like you are
shooting a free throw in basketball." Amy did as he asked and Crawford
placed the foot-in-diameter tray on her hand.  He stepped back and looked
at the lovely sight with all of Amy's naked charms exposed, and he said,
"Now, walk around the kitchen." But after only a couple of steps, the tray
tipped and all of the cups tumbled to the floor.  Amy kneeled down, picked
up the cups, re-loaded the tray, and tried again.  But this time, she
stubbed her toe on a chair and the entire tray fell to the floor in a loud
clatter. Crawford sighed and said, "All right, let's have you try the
easier position.  Hand out, palm up.  You know, kind of like a panhandler?"
Amy reloaded the tray and Crawford laid it on her outstretched hand. 
Crawford said, "Doing it this way kind of blocks the view of your good
stuff, you know, your right boobie, but at least, you'll be able to see the
cups.  Go ahead; around the kitchen." The naked girl was more confident in
this position, and she made it almost all the way around the kitchen before
the tray tipped and fell to the floor.  Crawford said exasperatingly, "Oh,
hell, Suzuki.  This isn't going to work, because you'll just make a mess.
Use two hands.  And let's make sure that you'll be able to handle it this
way." Amy wasn't really surprised that she had trouble with the tray,
because she never considered herself to be very coordinated; she had
experienced similar trouble balancing things all of her life.  She sullenly
reloaded the tray with the cups and carried it around the kitchen a couple
of times.  Crawford mockingly said, "Bravo!" Amy was thankful that she'd at
least passed this seemingly simple test. And so the naked girl put six
glasses on a serving tray and filled them part way up with the white wine.
Amy picked up the tray, and flinched as Crawford placed his hands on her
bare waist again as he made a few adjustments and gave her last minute
instructions.  Then, she used her bare butt to shove open the swinging door
into the meeting room.  As she turned, she saw that several more people had
arrived, and the conversation stopped when they spotted her. The naked
waitress came over to the group and silently reached out the tray with her
two hands offering the drinks.  But there were 9 people there plus Farmer
and his wife, and she only had 6 glasses of wine.  So, as soon as the last
glass was lifted off of the tray, she quickly turned and headed back to the
kitchen. Just as Amy was about to go back into the kitchen, Joyce Farmer
grabbed her arm from behind and angrily said, "Hurry up, Emmy, can't you
carry more glasses than that?" Amy pulled away from her and quietly said,
"Sorry.  I'll be back in a moment." And she ducked back into the kitchen.
This time, Amy put 8 glasses on the tray and filled them.  But Crawford
yelled, "No!  That's too many glasses for you to do at once." And he took
two of the glasses off of the tray. Crawford gently put his hand on her
bare butt and guided her to the door.  He pushed the door and held it open
for her.  A few more people had entered the room, and Amy quickly made the
rounds to offer the wine to the guests.  But there were still a couple of
people without glasses, and Mrs.  Farmer glared at her. Amy scooted back to
the kitchen and quickly loaded up the tray with 6 more glasses of wine.  As
she pushed through the door, she saw that a big group of guests was
streaming into the room.  And, naturally, they all stared when they saw her
naked body. Amy made three more trips with 6 glasses each time, and now all
the guests that wanted wine had it.  She had one glass still left on the
tray as she finished the last trip.  As she turned to return to the
kitchen, she heard Gavin Farmer say to her, "Miss Suzuki, please come up
here for a moment." Amy turned and saw that he was standing on the low
platform at a podium. She put the tray down on a nearby table and stepped
up onto the stage.  Farmer guided her to a spot next to the podium; Amy
wanted to step behind it, but Farmer took the podium spot himself.  And now
that her hands were no longer holding the tray, she had a very powerful
urge to hold them in front of her breasts or pussy; she had to make a very
conscious effort to keep them at her sides.  Amy blushed as she faced the
crowd of nicely dressed guests. Farmer tapped his wine glass with his pen
to get everyone's attention, and he said, "Everybody, can I have your
attention please?" After the conversations faded out, Farmer said, "Ladies
and gentlemen, let me officially welcome you to today's reception.  As you
know, this is an unapologetic plea for all of you to become members of
Bancroft University Foundation.  That is, we want you in the BUF.  That's
spelled B-U-F, but as you can see, we have this pretty lady who is already
in the buff, spelled B-U-F-F.  No, you don't have to go au naturel like
her, but we hope that her appearance today will help you appreciate the
benefits of being in the BUF." Everyone except Amy laughed at this
extensive play on words. Farmer continued, "This is Amy Suzuki, a student
here at Bancroft, and we are fortunate to have her doing the serving today.
She is saving the foundation some money by helping out this afternoon." Amy
was annoyed because he was implying that she was doing this willingly, but
his next words caught her completely off guard.  "Miss Suzuki, please say a
few words to the group." Amy hadn't expected to say anything except some
light chit-chat at this event, and she didn't know what to say.  A myriad
of thoughts raced through her head at this instant.  Should she apologize
for her nudity?  Should she explain her nudity?  Should she continue the
wordplay on "BUF" and "buff"?  Should she even mention her nudity at all?
Should she tell them about her major and her classes?  Should she tell them
how important getting her degree was to her? Finally, she decided to just
say something neutral.  She gulped and said, "Uhh, hello, everyone.  Umm,
welcome to today's reception.  Let me, umm, repeat what Dr.  Farmer said
and encourage you to join the foundation.  And I, umm, uuhh, hope you enjoy
the wine and snacks." She was breathing heavily now, and she knew her
breasts were rising and falling noticeably, but she just continued to look
out over the heads of the people standing there looking at her.  She was
blushing a beet red, and she felt her hands spasm in a reflexive reaction
to want to cover her private parts, but she deliberately moved them behind
her back and firmly held them together there. After a momentary pause which
seemed like a lifetime to Amy, Farmer frowned at her and said, "Thank you,
Miss Suzuki.  You may return to your serving duties now." Amy stepped down
from the platform, picked up her tray, and returned to the kitchen while
Farmer continued addressing the crowd. Back in the kitchen, she immediately
grabbed a paper towel and wiped her eyes.  She had to really control
herself to avoid breaking out sobbing, because she saw Crawford looking
over at her.  She knew that Farmer had made her talk to the crowd just to
embarrass her further, and it had definitely worked as he intended.
Crawford came over to her and said, "All right, Suzuki.  Serve the snacks
now." He showed her a bigger tray with a platter holding the neatly cut
vegetables, cheese, and crackers along with a stack of paper plates plus
toothpicks and napkins.  And a bowl of ranch dressing for dipping. Amy
hesitated just a moment to regain her composure, and it was just long
enough to cause Crawford to say gruffly, "Come on, Suzuki, get going." And
he swatted her on her bare ass fairly hard. Amy picked up the tray, backed
her way through the swinging door with her butt, and returned to the room
to serve the snacks.  Farmer was still giving his sales pitch to the
guests, and she silently moved around the room offering the snacks to the
fashionably attired group. And so for the next two hours, the naked girl
served the guests wine and snacks.  The alcohol loosened the inhibitions of
some of the guests, and Amy felt several surreptitious feels of their
fingers on her bare butt.  One husband and wife couple even kind of
cornered her for a minute or so, and they blatantly fondled her breasts
almost causing her to drop the tray of snacks. The minutes just seemed to
creep by.  There was a clock on the wall that did not seem to move;
everytime Amy looked at it, she swore that the hands never moved.  But
finally about 3 o'clock, Farmer thanked them all for coming and the crowd
started to leave.  Amy just put down the tray and stood off to the side as
they left.  A few of the group came over to shake her hand and get one last
look at her gorgeous naked body before leaving. As Farmer was closing the
door, Crawford emerged from the kitchen and yelled, "Okay, Suzuki, help me
clean up." Amy was afraid this would happen, and she glanced over at Farmer
who just said, "Go ahead.  Joyce and I have a few things to do here, and
we'll wait for you." The clean-up went very quickly except for washing the
wine glasses.  Crawford insisted that the glasses be sparkling clean before
returning them to the cabinet.  Naturally, Amy had to use the shaky little
stool again to put the glasses back on the upper shelves, and Crawford got
in some last minute feels of her naked butt and breasts as he supported her
on the stool. It was just before 4PM when Amy said good-bye to Crawford and
went back into the meeting room where the Farmers were waiting.  Amy wasn't
in a very good mood at this point, and when Mrs.  Farmer said, "Come on,
Ivy, we'll give you a ride home", Amy replied testily, "Mrs.  Farmer, my
name is Amy.  It's not Ivy, Emma, Emmy, or Sweetie or anything else you've
called me today.  My name is Amy.  Got it!" Amy immediately regretted the
tone that she had used, but she continued to stare at the woman. But Mrs.
Farmer wasn't phased and said, "Well, whatever.  Come on, let's go." Amy
started to slip off the wrist cuffs, but the woman said curtly, "Leave
those on." And as Amy walked out the door into the hallway, the woman
spanked her bare bottom. The strange trio made the return trip to the car.
The couple nicely dressed in their overcoats was followed by the naked girl
wearing only a garter, frilly cuffs, and a hair bow.  It was just as cold,
windy, and overcast as earlier in the day, but the two Farmers didn't seem
to be in any hurry to get to the car.  Amy sullenly plodded along a few
steps behind wishing they would hurry up. At the car, Amy was glad to have
the towel to sit on to keep the cold seat from her bare ass, but the
leather seat was very cold on her bare back and on her legs.  And Amy could
see her breath even after the doors were closed.  She shivered and felt her
nipples stiffen up, but she kept her hands at her sides on the seat.
Fortunately, the car's heater warmed up rapidly, and Amy was soon somewhat
comfortable - at least, temperature-wise.  She just silently sat staring
out the window as Farmer drove back towards her dorm.  All the while, Joyce
Farmer continued to jabber away about various topics; her husband responded
only occasionally. Finally, in the dormitory parking lot, Farmer stopped
the car, and said, "Well, okay, Miss Suzuki, thanks for your help today. 
Oh, and here are your panties." He pulled Amy's underpants from his breast
pocket and was about to hand them back to Amy, but his wife interrupted,
"Wait, Gav.  She owes me some money.  She only gets her panties after I get
my money.  She knows that.  Don't you, sweetie?" She gave Amy a jeering
smile and said, "Oh, pardon me.  Don't you, Amy?" Amy just nodded and
quietly said, "I'll go upstairs and get it.  How much do I owe you?" "Well,
the credit card receipt shows $35.57 including tax.  I'll settle for $35
even.  Please hurry." And so the almost naked girl got out of the car and
walked into the dorm lobby.  She blushed as she felt the stares of the
collection of guys sitting there; they had been watching a baseball game on
TV, but they seemed much more interested in her naked body than the game.
She was glad to have the elevator to herself as she rode up to the fourth
floor.  She scooted through the common area and down the hall to her room.
Linda looked up from her desk and smiled at Amy as she walked in, but the
smile quickly faded when she saw the strangely adorned almost nude girl. 
Linda said, "Sooz, what's going on?" Amy curtly replied, "Hang on.  I need
to give them some money, but I'll be right back." As Linda was asking,
"Money to who?", Amy silently got $35 from her purse and scooted back out
the door.  This time she ran down the side stairwell, through the lobby,
past the guys again, and back out into the cold weather.  She dashed over
to the car, tapped on the woman's window, and stepped back as Mrs.  Farmer
opened the door.  Amy handed her the money and then took her panties which
the woman handed to her.  Amy was about to hurry back inside, but the woman
said authoritatively, "Wait, Amy.  Please put them on here." Amy sighed,
but she did as instructed.  She first slipped off the garter, slid on the
panties, and slid the garter back into place on her left leg.  The
collection of guys watched this through the big lobby window. The woman
held out her hand, and Amy reluctantly shook it and quietly said,
"Good-bye." Amy then hurried back into the warm building and up to her
room. She didn't say anything as she entered the room, but she rushed
across and buried her head in Linda's shoulder and burst out crying.  Linda
let her best friend sob into her big fluffy sweater for a couple of
minutes. Amy then wiped her eyes, turned up the heat, and then told Linda
about her ordeals. As Amy finished, Linda said, "Oh, sorry, Sooz, I'm late.
I'm meeting Mark for dinner and then we're going to study.  I gotta go. 
We'll talk more later." Amy was disappointed, but she understood. Amy was
then able to get in a few minutes of studying before it was time for her to
leave again.

   Chapter 21 - Knoxx's Little Trick

   About 4:45, Amy left to go to Kameron for her meeting with Knoxx.  She
was glad to be rid of the adornments.  It seemed to her that the cuffs,
garter, and bow enhanced her nudity and thus her embarrassment rather than
providing any additional cover. It was still cool and overcast; only
slightly warmer than the morning had been.  The nearly naked girl ran most
of the way on the empty sidewalks.  When she got to the front door, she
found the door locked!  She circled the building and found that all of the
outside doors were locked.  She got out her cell phone from her backpack
and tried calling Knoxx's office.  No answer.  What to do?  It was still a
couple of minutes before 5, and so she decided to wait by the front door.
She was freezing out there on the steps, but she didn't feel like she had a
choice.  At 5:05, she called Knoxx's office again, but again no answer. 
She waited some more, and finally about quarter after 5, she looked through
the front glass door and saw Knoxx getting off the elevator and coming over
to the door.  He let her in and said, "Well, Miss Suzuki, I'm glad to see
that you could make it afterall.  I had just about given up on you." Amy
gave him an exasperated look and said, "Dr.  Knoxx, the doors are locked,
and I've been here since 4:55.  I tried twice to call your office.  Why
didn't you answer the phone?  I've been very cold standing almost naked out
here!" Knoxx then gave her a puzzled look and said, "Umm, well, the phone
didn't ring.  Are you sure you have the correct number for my office?" Amy
looked at her contacts list on her cell phone and read off the number. 
Knoxx nodded, "That's the correct number.  Well, let's go up to my office.
Maybe we can figure out what went wrong." They silently rode the elevator
back up to the seventh floor, but Amy could feel his eyes looking at her
hard nipples.  They were the only two people in the entire building, and
Amy felt very uneasy about being so alone with him. As they entered the
waiting room, he wordlessly pointed to the penis hook, and Amy sighed as
she removed her panties and hung them on the hook.  Knoxx looked at the
fancy phone console on Mrs.  Duckworth's desk, and he spotted the red
"System Deactivated" light was turned on.  He said, "Oh, I'm sorry, Miss
Suzuki, I'd forgotten that Lorene disables the phone system on the
weekends. I'll remind her about that in the future.  Please come into my
office." Amy was still shivering and her nipples were still rock hard as
she entered the office.  She just stood there naked in front of his desk.
He sat down at his desk, and as he looked up at her naked body, Amy
blushed. He said, "You helped Dr.  Farmer today, right?" Amy nodded.  He
continued, "How did that go?" Amy just said, "Fine." Knoxx said, "Well,
that's good.  Now, let's see.  Tomorrow is Monday, and the schedule shows
that you'll be posing in art class tomorrow morning.  Right?" Amy just
said, "Yes, I'll be there." Knoxx said, "Well, I don't have anything else.
Do you?" Amy gave him another exasperated look.  She thought, "Why the fuck
do you have me come and freeze my ass off for a two-sentence meeting??!!"
But she just said, "No." Knoxx opened the drawer shuffled through the pile
of clean panties and picked out another pair of yellow ones.  He held them
up with two hands to show to her; she nodded, and he tossed them to her. 
As she was sliding them on, he said, "Okay.  I'll see you tomorrow.  Good
night." Amy was pissed as she stormed out the door.  The only point of this
meeting had been to allow Knoxx to get his daily dose of her nude body. 
And she suspected that he knew all along that the phone had been turned off
and that she was outside in the cold weather. And she was right, because at
that same moment Knoxx was laughing aloud in his office, because he had
indeed planned it that way.  He looked out the window and watched her walk
away, and then he picked up his phone and dialed. Amy ran back to the dorm
and turned up the heat.  She was still pissed, but after a few minutes, she
went to the dining hall with some friends for dinner. Linda didn't return
til about 9 o'clock.  And as soon as she walked in the door, Amy could tell
something was wrong.  She said, "Hey there, Lindy.  Are you okay?" Linda
shook her head and started crying.  Amy got up and gave her good friend a
hug, and now it was Amy's turn to let Linda cry on her bare shoulder.  She
said, "Lindy, what's wrong?" After a minute or so, Linda dried her eyes and
said, "Oh, Sooz, you were right.  Knoxx called me and wanted a report about
you.  He tried to be nice, but he made it very clear that I might be in
trouble if I didn't answer his questions." Amy held her friend at arms
length on her shoulders and said, "I was afraid of that.  What did he ask
and what did you say?" Linda said, "Well, just as you predicted, he asked
if you had broken any of the rules in that document.  I told him 'no' and
that you were trying very hard to avoid doing anything wrong.  But then he
asked, 'When Amy goes to bed, does she get in under the covers?' And it
dawned on me that using bedcovers is probably not allowed.  Is that right?"
Amy was stunned, because she hadn't thought of that.  She said, "Oh no,
Lindy.  That hadn't occurred to me either.  And since bedcovers would cover
my breasts, that would be a violation.  What did you tell him?" Linda said,
"The truth.  That I saw you get into bed under the covers on Friday night
and last night.  He thanked me and hung up.  Oh Amy, I'm so sorry.  What's
going to happen now?" Amy hugged her friend again and said, "Lindy, you did
the right thing.  You did as we agreed.  I don't know what's going to
happen now.  He probably had this planned all along.  And I think he played
a trick on me this afternoon, too." And she told Linda about standing out
in the cold waiting for him. Then Amy said, "He didn't mention this
business about bedcovers when I saw him at 5:15; I wonder why not.  Oh,
what time did he call you?" Linda said, "I don't remember for sure.  Let me
check my cell phone." She browsed through the cell phone menus and found
the list of received calls.  "Here it is.  5:25 PM today.  Wasn't that
during your meeting with him?" Amy said, "That bastard!  The meeting was
very, very short today, only 5 minutes or so.  He probably called you as
soon as I left his office.  What an asshole!  First, he freezes my tits
off, and then he traps you into admitting that I broke a rule." They both
looked at each other for a few moments, and then Amy said again, "Lindy,
you did the right thing.  You really did.  Now, it's my problem, not yours,
and I'll have to deal with it somehow." They spent the next couple of hours
quietly studying.  Amy then marked off another day on her calendar, threw
the bedcovers on the floor leaving only the fitted sheet on the mattress,
and went to bed uncovered wearing only her yellow panties.  She wondered
how many other rules she had inadvertently broken. May 7, Monday

   Chapter 22 - Posing with Eva

   Amy had to move a little faster than normal on Monday morning, because
she had agreed to pose at the 8 o'clock art class with Eva rather than
alone at 9 o'clock.  Also, it was still really cold today, and Amy decided
to use Eva's suggestion of going from building to building to get to
Wakefield Hall, and so she planned for a longer time to get there. She
pulled on her stocking cap, grabbed her backpack, and started the cold
journey.  The wind was blowing, and she was soon covered in goose bumps. 
It took her only a couple of minutes to run to the first building where she
was happy to find the hallways empty but nice and warm.  She walked down
the long hallway to the other end of the building, paused for a moment at
the door, and then set out on a run for the next leg. When she arrived at
the next building, she was really shivering.  She was glad that there was a
heating vent in the lobby blowing very hot air.  She stood in front of it
for a few minutes to warm up.  She tried to ignore the stares of the
faculty who were entering the building to start their workday. Then, she
took a deep breath and stepped back outside for the final leg of the trip
to Wakefield.  It was a bit farther distance than the first two legs, and
Amy ran as hard as she could.  She passed many bundled up walkers who
stopped to enjoy the sight of her bouncing breasts with the rock hard
nipples.  She dashed up the steps into Wakefield Hall and paused for a
moment in the entryway to catch her breath. She looked around for a heating
vent and then spotted it.  But as she stepped in front of it, she was not
alone.  Eva was standing there in her naked glory rubbing her arms. Amy
said, "Hey, Eva.  How are you doing this cold morning?  That's kind of a
dumb question, isn't it?" Eva smiled at her and said, "Yep, that's a dumb
question.  It's even cold inside this building, but at least, I'm allowed
to wear a coat outside; so, I'm doing fine.  Here, get in closer to the hot
air; you're all covered in goosebumps." Eva moved to the side and let Amy
share the space with her.  Then Eva continued, "But why are you here so
early?  I thought your shift started at 9." Amy replied, "Well, Dr. 
Whiteside asked me to come in and pose with you at the 8 o'clock class. 
Didn't she tell you?" "Nope.  But I never know what to expect at these
classes anyway; I just do what I'm told.  It will be nice to have company
today." Amy said, "We've still got several minutes left before class
starts, and I appreciate you sharing.  Sorry if I'm trespassing in your
private space." Eva just chuckled and said, "No problem, but I might have
to charge you rent." They both laughed, and Eva continued, "I'll wait with
you." As they stood there, Amy asked quietly, "What's the deal with Dr. 
Whiteside's using French so often.  She's got a northeastern accent like
many of us, and the use of an occasional French term seems strange to me."
Eva whispered back, "Yeah, I think so, too.  But she told me that her
father is from Boston, and her mother is French Canadian.  She said she
lived in both Boston and Montreal as a kid, and both languages were used in
the household.  She throws in a lot of 'trÃ"s bons' and 'ma cheries' into
her conversations." Amy replied, "Thanks, that explains it." And then they
talked about their other classes and upcoming final exams.  The arriving
students and faculty stared at the two beautiful almost naked girls.  After
another few minutes, Amy and Eva walked together down the hall to the
classroom with its many easels. As they walked into the room, Whiteside
smiled at them.  They dropped their book bags in the corner, and Amy slid
off her panties and hung them on the hook.  Then she took off her stocking
cap and hung it on the hook as well.  But she immediately heard Whiteside
say from across the room, "Hey!  Not that." Amy looked over at the
instructor, who was scowling and waving her arm at the peg.  And Amy
realized that Whiteside was telling her not to hang her cap on the hook. 
Amy grabbed the cap and stuffed it in her backpack.  Whiteside came over
and said with a smile, "Tsk, tsk.  Panties only on the hook, n'est pas?"
Whiteside continued and said to the two naked girls, "Well, good morning,
ladies.  You are indeed looking good this morning.  I hope your nipples
remain so invitingly erect for the next hour.  Now, Amy, please go over and
bring up two of the 1-foot cubes." Amy looked over at Eva and shrugged, but
she did as Whiteside asked, making two trips to the storage area to get the
two cubes to put on the stage.  Whiteside had gone over to talk to some of
the students.  Eva whispered to Amy, "She wants you to bring up the props?"
Amy said, "Yeah, that's the way she did it on Friday also.  You looked
surprised.  Don't you do that?" Eva said, "No, she usually has an assistant
to help her with the setup.  I just pose - nothing else." Amy scoffed, "It
figures.  I don't think I've gotten off on the right foot with her.  Oh
well, it's no big deal to move the props around." Whiteside returned to the
platform, stood between the girls, and said, "Good morning, class.  We are
very fortunate today to have two beautiful nude models who will pose for us
today.  You all know Eva, but let me introduce Amy Suzuki.  Now, girls,
please stand here and face this direction so that the class can compare
your pretty bodies.  Class, please note the pleasant contrast in colors of
skin, hair, and eyes.  Amy is a bit taller, and Eva is a bit fuller
breasted.  Also, note the difference in the pubic area.  You are accustomed
to Eva's shaved nether region whereas Amy has a nicely trimmed bush."
Whiteside's hand grazed Amy's pubic hair as she was talking.  "In our first
drawing today, we are going to focus on the different appearances of their
vulvas." Eva and Amy blushed as she said this. Whiteside grabbed each girl
by the elbow and said, "Okay, girls, let's turn around so the rest of the
class can take in the spectacular view of your bodies." And she lightly
brushed Amy's pubic hair again and said, "We have been trying to persuade
Miss Suzuki to trim her hair even further.  Maybe before the end of the
semester she will agree to cut it back.  But for today, we have this very
nice difference between the two pussies." The instructor then reached over
with her two hands and tweaked a nipple of each girl.  She said, "Also,
please notice the difference in shape and color of their breasts.  Amy's
are a bit pointier, is that an English word?  And the nipples and areola
are much darker and smaller than Eva's.  In our second drawing today, we'll
focus on the breasts." The two girls shifted uncomfortably as Whiteside
twisted their nipples. Next, she grabbed each of the two naked girls by the
shoulders and formed a little huddle.  And she said, "Okay, Eva, your clit
isn't showing.  Why not?  You know I want it visible in your poses." Eva
blushed and said, "It is freakin' cold, even in here, and my clit doesn't
like that." Whiteside said testily, "Well, I want it showing.  Now!" Eva
blushed even more, reached between her legs, parted her lips, and lifted
the little hood.  She massaged her clitoris for a few seconds and it
responded almost immediately.  She tugged at it a little bit, took her
hands away, and stood up.  She asked Whiteside, "Is that okay?" The little
nub was just peeking out between her shaved pussy lips.  Eva was
embarrassed to hear some of the girl students giggling behind her as they
realized what she was doing. Whiteside merely nodded.  But Amy asked, "How
about mine?  Do you want it out?" Whiteside said almost angrily, "No!  I
want there to be distinct differences.  I want hers showing and yours not
showing.  Okay?" Amy said, "Okay, okay.  I get it." Eva just shrugged.
Whiteside said, "All right.  Now, I want both of you standing right next to
each other, facing the same direction with shoulders touching." Amy and Eva
took the position, and Whiteside placed a one-foot cube about 18 inches on
each side of them.  She continued, "Bon.  Now, each of you take your
outside foot and place it on the cube continuing to lean on each other's
opposite shoulder." The naked girls did as instructed; their pussies were
now spread wide.  Whiteside adjusted their feet so that their legs were out
turned exposing the pussies even more. Whiteside said, "Bon, bon.  Now, I
want each of you to put your outside hand on your outside butt cheek, and
with your other hand point to the other girl's pussy; put your pointing
index finger just above the pussy." The girls blushed, but followed the
instructions.  They were now standing with legs spread, inside arms
crossed, and pointing at the other's lower lips.  Whiteside adjusted the
crossed arms so that they were not blocking the nearby breast.  And she
looked closely at Eva's pussy to make sure that her clit was still visible;
she brushed her finger against the tiny nub just to be sure.  Then she
said, "Okie dokie, mes amies.  Hold that pose and smile.  And class, please
begin drawing.  Remember that we are focusing on their genitals in this
exercise." After about 10 minutes, Whiteside said, "Okay, let's give our
naked friends a couple of minutes to stretch and relax.  And then, they
will turn around and present the same pose to the other side of the class."
The girls relaxed and stretched.  Eva scampered down the aisle between the
easels to her backpack and took a quick swig of water from the bottle in
her backpack.  She came back, and she and Amy assumed the position in the
opposite direction.  Whiteside made the adjustments to their feet and
hands, and then she poked at Eva's clitoris to get it to swell up again.
Ten minutes later, Whiteside said, "Excellente!  I'm going to come around
the class to briefly look at your drawings of these gorgeous young women in
this provocative pose.  We'll let them rest for a few minutes before our
next exercise.  Amy, while we're waiting, can you bring up a bunch of
pillows?  Maybe a dozen or so?" In spite of being naked in front of all
these people, Amy smiled at the word "pillows".  Maybe the next pose
wouldn't be so stressful?  She skipped back to the storage area, found the
collection of colorful pillows, and brought several different styles up to
the platform.  She and Eva just stood there silently stretching for a few
minutes until Whiteside called the class back to order. Whiteside said,
"Now, for the next drawing, we're going to focus on these two girls' pretty
boobies." And she tweaked a tit on each of them.  "Amy, let's start with
you lying back in the stack of pillows.  Lie down and I'll position you and
the pillows." Amy stretched out on her back on the cold platform floor with
a few pillows under her head.  Whiteside added more pillows under her head
and a few under her back so that her upper body was somewhat elevated.
"Now, Eva, I want you to get on all fours with one of your breasts right
over Amy's mouth, and your mouth over one of her breasts." Eva followed her
instructions so that her right boob was over Amy's mouth and one hand on
the floor on each side of Amy.  Whiteside lowered Eva's head just a bit so
that her mouth was about an inch from Amy's boob, and she raised Amy's head
slightly so that Amy was almost kissing Eva's hanging breast.  She said,
"Okay, girls, I want you to pretend to be almost kissing each other's
breast - almost, but not quite kissing it." Amy and Eva did as they were
told, and Whiteside stepped back to look over the setup.  She shook her
head and said, "The heads and boobs are okay, but the rest doesn't look
right.  Eva, extend your legs so that you're in kind of a push-up position
over her.  And both of you, spread your legs a little bit wider - not
really wide spread, but enough that your lower lips are showing." They did
as she asked and Whiteside made further adjustments to their legs.  "Bon.
Let's hold that pose for 5 minutes and then we'll switch so that Eva can
rest her arms.  Class, remember this exercise is primarily about the
breasts.  Eva's breasts dangle nicely from above, and Amy's are nice mounds
below.  Be sure to emphasize the nipples." The five minutes passed slowly
for Eva, and her arms were aching.  They changed positions so that Amy's
breasts were dangling and Eva's were mounding.  Whiteside got some hairpins
from her pocket and pinned up Amy's long hair so that it didn't block the
view of the breasts below. Now it was Amy's turn for the aching arms, and
she was happy to hear Whiteside announce that 5 minutes were up.  The two
girls switched positions again, posed for 5 minutes, and switched again for
the last 5 minute pose. Whiteside came up on stage and tapped Amy on her
bare butt to indicate that time was up.  And the two girls scrambled to
their feet with Amy rubbing her sore arms.  Whiteside said to the class,
"Let's give our two models a round of applause for their excellent posing
today." After the clapping died down, Whiteside said, "Okay, class.  Same
time tomorrow.  Au revoir." Then she turned to the two naked girls and
said, "Merci beaucoup!  Nice job today.  And if my nose is working
correctly, I detect a little bit of that natural female perfume from sexual
arousal.  So, I hope you enjoyed yourselves today as well." Both Amy and
Eva blushed at this remark.  "Eva, I will see you tomorrow morning.  And
Amy, I'd like to speak with you for a moment." Eva said her goodbyes,
picked up her backpack, and left.  Whiteside then said, "Amy, could you
please possibly stay and model for the next class?  I know you have the
hour free before your first class, and I'd really like to have you pose for
the 9 o'clock class again.  Okay?" Amy was stunned, because she thought she
was done posing for the day.  She sure didn't want to do this, but she
wasn't sure if it she could say "no" or not.  She decided to take a chance
and said, "Dr.  Whiteside, I'm sorry, but I can't stay.  I have some
reading to do before my Psych class at 10." Whiteside looked crestfallen
and said, "Well, okay.  So, I guess I'll see you on Thursday, is it?" Amy
nodded at her, walked over to the peg for her yellow panties, slid them on,
and left carrying her backpack.

   Chapter 23 - A Few Things to Smile About

   After leaving Wakefield Hall, Amy felt her underpants getting wet.  She
had become turned on during the poses with Eva.  Amy had never been
sexually attracted to women, and so, she was puzzled by her body's reaction
in the art class. But she had a more practical problem to deal with.  The
wet panties were very noticeable to the people she passed in the hallway
and on the sidewalks, and she suspected that they could smell her "natural
female perfume" as Whiteside had put it.  She was extremely embarrassed
having others know about her sexual arousal.  Several girls giggled and
pointed at her wet panties, and a guy yelled, "Hey, Underpants Amy, it
looks like you're having a great day.  Who's the lucky guy?" Since she had
an hour to kill before Psych class (she didn't really have a lot of reading
to do; she just told Whiteside that to get out posing for another hour),
she went into the women's restroom in Younger Hall where her Psych class
would be.  She went into one of the stalls and took off her wet panties. 
She was hoping to dry them out using the hot air hand dryer, but the
bathroom was a busy place and each time she thought the coast was clear to
come out of the stall naked and use the hand dryer, she heard the outer
door open, and she ducked quickly back into the stall.  So, she tried
waving the panties in the stall without much success.  Finally, she just
hung them on the hook and waited for her chance to use the hand dryer.
While waiting, she used toilet paper to try to clean herself up and remove
the embarrassing odor.  Even though she didn't like the cheap toilet paper
that the college put in the women's restrooms, she used the scratchy paper
on her pussy.  It was better than nothing, but not much. She stayed there
in the stall most of the hour.  She stood most of the time to avoid an
embarrassing red ring on her ass that would have happened if she'd sat on
the toilet for most of the time.  Finally, just before 10 AM, she slid on
her still wet panties and went to class.  She sat in her damp underwear for
her 10 and 11 o'clock classes, and then after lunch, she used her hair
dryer in her dorm room to dry them completely.  There were still some
stains near the crotch, but she didn't have time to wash and then dry the
panties again, and obviously, she could not put on a non-approved fresh
pair. * * * A few minutes before 5 PM, Amy walked into Knoxx's waiting room
and up to Mrs.  Duckworth's desk.  The secretary was glaring at her and
twirled her finger indicating that Amy should turn around.  Amy turned and
showed her rear end to Duckworth.  The secretary merely nodded and waved
her hand at the penis-shaped peg.  Amy took off her panties and hung them
on the hook.  Mrs.  Duckworth then gave her a paper towel and said, "Please
sit on this and wait for Dr.  Knoxx." After only a minute or so, Knoxx came
out and said, "Please come in, Miss Suzuki." She was a bit surprised not to
see the committee there; it was only naked Amy and Knoxx.  All day, she had
been expecting to be scolded severely for using bedcovers, and she thought
this would be done with the full committee present. Amy stood in front of
his desk as usual with her hands at her sides.  Knoxx looked at her naked
body, and said, "Miss Suzuki, we are running short of panties for you to
wear.  There are only 4 more pairs left.  Please bring in some more pairs
for the committee to evaluate.  Since you should know by now what our
criteria are, you should be able to find more appropriate ones in your
drawers or know what style and colors to purchase.  I think I suggested
light blue and pale green and maybe some more with that nice Asian skin
tone color.  It's your choice, but the full committee will need to approve
them like we did the other ones." Amy replied, "Okay, I'll have to buy some
more, since I don't have any more back at the dorm that would fit your
criteria." She knew better than to complain about the added expense. Knoxx
leaned back in his chair and looked her over closely again.  He thought,
"This is one gorgeous young lady.  And she is standing here nude in front
of me.  Nice perky tits and pussy lips peeking out beneath her bush.  I'm a
lucky old coot!" But he just said, "All right.  That's about all I've got.
Please remember to be here tomorrow morning a little before 8 o'clock to
fill in for Mrs.  Duckworth for a few hours.  She told me to tell you that
she appreciates your volunteering to cover for her." Amy closed her eyes
and thought, "Volunteering!!??  My ass." She just said, "I'll be here."
Knoxx replied, "Good.  Remember that you are to be naked during that time
as well.  Hang your panties on the hook for the three hours.  And speaking
of panties, let me give you a pair to wear.  Let's see how about these pink
ones." And he tossed them to her. These were one of her favorite panties.
Very comfortable, and she thought they looked good on her.  She actually
smiled a bit as she slid them on.  Knoxx admired the jiggling breasts as
she pulled up the panties. She said good night and left. As she was walking
back to the dorm, she looked at her phone and noticed a new voicemail
message on the display.  It had arrived during the few minutes she was
meeting with Knoxx.  She didn't recognize the phone number, but she
connected to the system and listened to the message. She smiled broadly
when she heard Dwight's voice.  "Hi, Amy.  This is Dwight Henderson.  It
was good to talk with you at the concert on Saturday.  And I was, uh, um,
wondering if you, umm, ah, would like to go out sometime.  Maybe Saturday
night?  Give me call at 603-555-4195 when you get a chance.  Bye." Finally,
something good was going to happen in her life!  And she immediately phoned
him back while she was walking almost naked along the sidewalk wearing only
her favorite panties.  They agreed to go out on Saturday night.  After she
hung up, she laughed and cried tears of joy rather than tears of anguish as
had happened so often these last few days. Amy felt giddy as she ate dinner
with Linda and some other friends as she told them about her upcoming date
with Dwight.  The euphoria continued as she was doing homework. But about 8
o'clock, reality returned when she realized that she would need a ride to
the mall north of town to buy some panties.  And she would probably have to
do that shopping the next afternoon.  She didn't own a car, and she didn't
want to walk or ride the bus so far wearing almost nothing. She first tried
Rekha Shah who owned a nice Porsche.  But Rekha had classes scheduled for
all afternoon on Tuesday.  She offered to lend her car to Amy, but Amy
didn't know how to drive a stick shift.  Amy thanked her friend for the
offer, but declined. She tried a few other friends in the dorm, but she
wasn't able to find someone who could give her a ride.  Then, she thought
of Dwight, who she knew had a car. As she was dialing Dwight's number, she
decided to add him to her list of contacts on her cell phone.  She hoped
that she would be calling this number more frequently.  She had a good
feeling as she went through the contact list to select the newly entered
number and pressed send.  When he answered, she said with a big smile, "Hi,
Dwight.  It's me Amy again.  I have a favor to ask, but first let me thank
you again for asking me out.  I'm really looking forward to it." They spent
the next several minutes talking and Dwight agreed to give her a ride to
the mall the next day.  Amy continued to smile as she hung up and as she
did homework for the next few hours. About midnight she crossed off the day
on her calendar.  She threw off the bedcovers and plopped down uncovered on
the bed.  And with devilish grin, she slid off her panties and went to
sleep in the nude again.  She didn't hear Linda come in the door a few
minutes later, and she didn't see Linda's big smile as she looked at her
naked friend sleeping uncovered.



   Underpants Amy - Days 8 & 9

   May 8, Tuesday

   Chapter 24 - Sexy Secretary

   Amy arrived at Knoxx's office about 7:50 AM the next morning.  It was
cold again and she wore her stocking cap.  But this time she carefully
stuck it in her backpack.  The only thing that went on the penis hook was
her pink panties.  As she hung them there, she wondered what embarrassing
adventures would happen the next three hours. And it didn't take long.  She
had just finished putting a paper towel on the seat of the secretary's
chair and sat down when the outer door opened.  She expected to see Knoxx
come in, but instead there were two well-dressed middle aged men.  The two
men stopped in their tracks when they saw the bare breasts of the girl
sitting at the reception desk.  They tentatively approached the desk. Amy
said, "Good morning.  Can I help you?" She tried her best to speak in a
normal voice, but she knew that even though the words came out okay, they
sounded strange. One of the men said, "Umm, ahh -- I'm -- um, uh -- Roger
Martell from Northern New England Life Insurance.  This is Bill Simpson, my
colleague.  We have -- ummm, ahh -- an 8 o'clock appointment to see Dr. 
Knoxx about bidding on the university's insurance coverage for its
employees.  Umm, yes, I'm sorry, ahh -- Is he in?" Martell's face got
redder as he stumbled through this introduction. Amy could see that their
eyes were focused on her breasts, and she wasn't exactly sure what to do.
She hadn't even seen Knoxx yet this morning.  She didn't know if he was in
his office or not.  And she didn't know how to work the imposing looking
phone console.  After an awkward pause, she said, "Let me see if he's
available." As she stood up, she heard a loud gasp from the two men as they
saw the rest of her naked body.  She went over to Knoxx's office door and
knocked.  This was one time that she actually wanted to see Knoxx.  And she
breathed a sigh of relief when he opened the door. She said to him, "Good
morning, sir.  These two men are here to see you about some insurance
coverage.  Mr.  Martell and Mr.  Simpson, this is Dr.  Knoxx." She stood
off to the side as the men shook hands, but she could feel Martell's eyes
now focused on her pussy. Then she noticed their eyes shift and widen as
they saw the penis shaped hook with her panties on it.  They must have been
wondering, "What the hell is going on here?" Knoxx said, "Gentlemen, please
come into my office.  Miss Suzuki, please get us some coffee." As Knoxx was
closing his office door, she overheard Simpson say, "Why is she naked? 
She's very . . ." And then the door shut. Amy was shaken as she went back
to the secretary's chair and sat down.  She felt the cool leather on her
bare butt, and she realized that the damn paper towel had fallen off.  Just
like the other day.  She picked it up, put it on the chair, and sat back
down.  She'd have to do something about that stupid towel, but she had
other more pressing concerns.  "Where is the coffee?  How does the phone
system work?  What does Knoxx expect me to do for the next three hours?"
Just then, the outer door opened again, and she was actually relieved again
when Tyson Laird walked in.  He didn't seem at all surprised to see her
sitting there in Mrs.  Duckworth's chair.  He said, "Well, well, well. 
Good morning, Miss Suzuki.  A very pleasant sight on such a dreary, cold
morning." She said, "Hello, Mr.  Laird.  Good morning to you, too.  Umm,
after you get settled, could you please show me where the coffee is?  I see
the machine over there, but I don't know how to use it." He smiled and
said, "Of course.  I'll put my things away and I'll be right back." A
moment later, Knoxx's door opened and he came out.  "Miss Suzuki, could you
please come in here and take the men's coats?  Also, please hurry with the
coffee." She followed him into his office and the two men looked her over
again as they handed her their overcoats.  She could feel their eyes on her
butt as she left the room. Now, she had another problem.  She didn't know
what to do with the coats.  There were no hooks except for the gross penis
hook, nor was there a coat rack.  One of these other doors must be a
closet. She decided to just stand there holding the coats until Laird
re-appeared.  But she intentionally held them out to one side so that they
didn't cover her pussy or breasts. Less than a minute later, Laird came
back.  He showed her where the coat closet was located and where Mrs. 
Duckworth stored the coffee.  He said, "Hang up the coats and then come
over here and I'll show you how this machine works." He watched the pretty
naked girl walk tentatively to the closet and then back over to the coffee
machine.  "It's a simple machine.  Here are the filters.  Just put a couple
of scoops of coffee in there.  Pour in the water, and push this button."
Amy nodded, but she asked, "Where is the water?" Laird said, "You'll have
to get it from the restroom.  We've been trying to get a water line
installed here by the machine, but with the tight budgets these days, we
just haven't been able to justify the expense.  Maybe you should take both
coffee pots to the restroom to save yourself a trip.  Now, off you go." He
handed her the two coffee pots and patted her on her ass as she walked out
the door into the hallway. She wasn't sure which was more embarrassing -
being naked in the Chancellor's plush offices or being naked out here in
the public hallway.  But being there in the hallway reminded her of her
embarrassing incident last week when she was dashing naked desperately
looking for a women's restroom.  At least this time, she knew where the
restroom was located. Amy scurried down the hall ignoring the stares from
the staff who were just arriving for the workday.  But she was unable to
ignore the call of "Hey, Underpants Amy, where are your underpants?" She
shot the guy a scowling glare. She was relieved to find the seventh floor
ladies' room to be open.  But it was not empty.  There were several women
in there chatting away; they seemed to be secretaries.  She tried to ignore
them, too, as she walked up to the small sink.  There was not room to set
one of the pots on the sink while filling the other; so, she bent over and
put one of the pots on the floor while she filled the other one.  She heard
the conversation stop and felt their eyes on her bent-over rear end.  She
filled the first pot and bent again to put it on the floor as she filled
the second one.  She bent over again to pick up the full pot, and now she
had a pot in each hand.  "How am I going to open the door?", she thought.
Amy tried to say nicely to the group, "Could one of you please open the
door for me?" But again the words were right, but the tone was wrong. A
heavy set woman came over to her and looked Amy up and down.  She said,
"Well, sweet pea, it seems that you forgot a few pieces of clothing today.
What's the story?" Amy felt intimidated by the woman and said, "Umm, well,
I'm Amy Suzuki, and you probably saw the notices about why I'm nude.  Can
you please hold the door for me?" The fat lady said, "Oh, Underpants Amy,
right?" Amy just nodded.  "Well, where are your panties this morning?  Did
you lose them?", the lady said as the group chuckled. Amy was getting
scared now, and she decided to take matters into her own hands.  She put
one of the full pots on the floor, opened the door with her free hand,
propped it open with her foot, grabbed the pot from the floor, and worked
her way out of the restroom.  The overweight woman followed her out, but
Amy just looked back at her, tried to smile, and said, "I hope you have a
nice day.  Bye." She had to repeat the maneuver when she got back to
Knoxx's outer door.  This time she felt the stares of a passing guy on her
bare butt as she bent over to put down one of the coffee pots.  He came
over and said, "Here let me help you." But Amy had it under control by then
and simply said, "I've got it.  Thanks anyway." He replied, "Well, thank
YOU, Underpants Amy, for the pleasant encounter.  You've made my day." And
he, too, patted her on her bare ass as she walked back into the waiting
room. As the door shut behind her, Amy noticed a well-dressed woman
standing in front of the secretary's desk looking around.  And the woman
was stunned to see the naked girl walking in with the two coffee pots.  She
said in a flustered voice, "What's going on here?  Where is Mrs. 
Duckworth?" Amy blushed and said, "I'm sorry.  I'm filling in for her for a
while.  Let me put these down, and I'll be right with you." Amy was the
flustered one now.  She thought, "It's only a few minutes after 8 AM, and
this building is buzzing with people.  Please, just let me get my
bearings." Amy put the pots on the table near the coffee machine, turned to
the woman, and said, "Okay, forgive me.  How can I help you?" The woman
said, "I'm looking for Tyson Laird.  Why are you naked?" Amy blushed and
said, "Let me check if Mr.  Laird is free.  Who can I say is waiting?" The
woman said, "I'm Terri Williams, and I'm here to see him about a legal
matter.  Why are you naked?" Amy blushed even more and said succinctly,
"I'm being punished for streaking.  Could I take your coat?" The lady
handed Amy her coat, and Amy carried it across the room to the coat closet.
And then she went over and knocked on Laird's door.  And she was glad when
Laird appeared.  "Mr.  Laird, this is Ms.  Williams.  She says she wants to
talk with you." Laird said, "Ah, Miss Williams, I was expecting you. 
Please come in.  Amy, could you bring us some coffee?" After Laird's door
closed, Amy breathed a sigh of relief and went back over to the coffee
machine.  She noticed a hand-written sheet by the machine that told how to
fix the coffee.  She followed the simple instructions, and flipped on the
machine.  And then she looked for coffee cups.  None on the table next to
the machine.  So, she bent over to look in the cabinet under the machine.
There were several ceramic cups there, but they were dirty.  She pulled
them out, and she had to bend way over to check the ones in the back of the
cabinet. Just then, Knoxx's door opened, and Knoxx spotted Amy's bare rear
end with her vagina in clear view prominently displayed at the cabinet.  He
said, "Miss Suzuki, where is the coffee?" Amy quickly got to her feet and
said, "Sorry, sir.  I'm working on it.  Do you know where I can find clean
coffee cups?" He testily replied, "As far as I know, Lorene keeps them in
that cabinet.  Keep looking and please hurry." And he slammed the door as
he returned to his office. Amy got back on her hands and knees to look at
the other cups.  Indeed there were several clean cups at the back of the
cabinet.  She pulled out all 8 that seemed to be clean and wiped them off
with a paper towel.  At least she knew where Mrs.  Duckworth kept the paper
towels! By now the coffee machine had almost filled one of the pots.  She
waited for it to finish, and then poured 3 cups.  She found a serving tray
and some plastic silverware nearby; she put the 3 cups, 3 plastic spoons,
and some packets of sugar and the jar of powdered creamer on the tray. She
knocked on Knoxx's door and then manipulated the tray into his office.  Her
breasts hung invitingly as she bent over to put the tray on his desk.  And
as she quietly left the office, the last words she heard one of the men say
were "Nice tight buns", and she was certain that he wasn't talking about
bakery products! There wasn't another serving tray available.  And so, she
decided to serve Laird and his guest in two trips.  First, she knocked on
the door and brought in two empty cups, a couple of spoons, and sugar
packets.  She hoped that the creamer jar would not be needed.  Then, on the
second trip, she brought in the coffee pot and poured the coffee.  She was
directly facing Laird as she poured; her long dark hair hanging on both
sides providing him a perfect frame for a view of her dangling breasts with
her pussy hair visible in the background.  The woman just glared.  Amy
said, "Do you need anything else?  Creamer?" They just shook their heads.
She went back to the chair.  The damn paper towel had fluttered to the
floor again.  She thought, "I'm getting tired of that damn thing.  I'm
going to just throw it away and sit my bare ass on Duckworth's leather
chair!" But she quickly decided otherwise, and she taped the paper towel to
the chair seat.  She sat down and let out a long breath.  "It's only 8:15,
and I'm already exhausted and have been embarrassed multiple times. 
Please, world, slow down a little bit.  I'm just a naked girl trying to get
through the day", she thought to herself. She sat there tensely as she
pondered what she should do next.  At any moment either Knoxx or Laird
could appear, or the outer door could open, or the phone could ring, or
almost anything that could cause her further embarrassment.  But this made
her realize that she didn't know how to work the phone system.  And so she
spent a few minutes looking at the console and looking in the desk drawer
for an instruction book, which she never found.  So, she poked a few of the
innocuous looking buttons on the console, and she was able to get a dial
tone and dialed her cell phone number.  And two of the other buttons had
Knoxx's and Laird's name next to them.  She decided that it all looked
straight forward enough.  One less thing to worry about.  And so she just
sat there at the reception desk and waited. The minutes passed slowly, but
since nothing was happening, Amy was okay with just sitting there.  About
8:45, Laird and Ms.  Williams came back into the waiting area.  Without
being told, Amy got up, walked over to the coat closet, and got the lady's
coat.  Williams said, "You know, Tyson, I think your punishment of this
young girl is rather extreme.  Are you sure that it's just punishment?  Are
you fucking her on the side?" Amy blushed at the gross talk, but she just
silently helped the lady on with her coat.  Laird cleared his throat and
said, "No, Ms.  Williams, it is just punishment.  It's kind of a long
story, and we don't have time to go into all of it.  So, I'll just wish you
good day." The lady left, and Laird looked over at Amy who was standing
with her head down and her hands at her sides.  And he said, "Miss Suzuki,
I'm sorry about that.  Now, if you have nothing else to do, please come
into my office and you can help me sort through some papers that need
filing." The two of them spent the next 45 minutes or so busy with paper
work.  And both of them were actually happy doing it - Amy was happy to
have something to do to pass the time, Laird was happy to have time
observing the pretty naked young woman in his office.  Laird would pick up
a few papers and point to the appropriate file cabinet where Amy would put
the papers in the appropriate file.  Of course, she had to bend over, stand
on tiptoes, or even use a step stool, and Laird just gazed at her nice
tush, her full boobs, and her pubic lips.  Amy was well aware of his
stares, but she said nothing. She was just glad to be doing something, and
she was glad that no one else had come into the office.  There were a few
phone calls for Knoxx, which she just took messages for.  And a couple for
Laird, which she forwarded to his phone. About 10:30, Knoxx and the two
insurance men re-appeared.  They each gave their empty coffee cup back to
Amy, and they watched as she bent over to put them back with the other
dirty cups.  As they finished their insurance discussion, Amy wordlessly
got their overcoats and helped the men put them on.  She just stood there
and watched them leave. Knoxx then said, "Miss Suzuki, when is my next
appointment?" She stammered, "Umm, uh, I'm sorry, Dr.  Knoxx, but I don't
know.  Let me see if I can find your appointment calendar." As she walked
back to the desk, she thought, "Why didn't I think of that earlier?  I have
no clue where to look." Knoxx smiled as he looked at her rummaging around
in the papers on the desk.  He admired her pretty breasts and her firm
butt, but he knew that there was no paper version of his appointment book -
it was maintained electronically on the computer.  He just wanted to see
the naked girl get a little flustered. After a couple of minutes of
fruitless searching, Amy said, "Dr.  Knoxx, I'm so sorry, but I just don't
know where to look.  Maybe Mrs.  Duckworth printed out something for you
yesterday and put it in your office.  Should I go look in there?" Knoxx
smiled, because he realized that his little trick had its desired effect on
her.  He said, "That's okay.  We'll just play it by ear til Lorene gets
here at noon." Another little trick to get her flustered.  And it also
worked. Amy gaped at him and said, "Oh no, I have a class at 11 AM.  I need
to leave in just a few minutes to get to my Journalism class.  I thought I
was only needed here til 11 o'clock.  Let me check my schedule." And she
frantically dashed across the room to her backpack and nervously pulled out
the document.  Knoxx chuckled as Amy panicked.  She thumbed to the last
page where the schedule was printed, and she was relieved to see that she
was correct.  With her breasts heaving, she came back to Knoxx and showed
him the document.  He just smiled and said, "Oh, my mistake.  You go ahead
to your class, and Tyson and I will stumble through somehow." Amy packed up
the document in her book bag, slid on her panties, and turned to walk out
the door.  At that moment, Mrs.  Duckworth walked into the office and said,
"Well, good morning, Dr.  Knoxx and Mr.  Laird.  How did my substitute work
out for the last few hours?" Amy realized that she had been had.  She just
shook her head at Knoxx and left without saying another word.

   Chapter 25 - Panty Purchase

   Amy hurried out of her English Lit class just before 3 PM.  She knew
that she only had 2 hours to do the shopping for more panties, and so she
ran down the hallway and then down the steps of the building ignoring the
admiring stares of the male students.  She was glad to see the Ford Taurus
waiting for her, and she hopped in and was glad to be somewhat hidden from
view. But mostly she was just glad to see Dwight who was sitting in the
driver's seat.  This wasn't a date, but she had been looking forward to
this all day.  She gave him a big smile and said, "Hey there." He looked at
her sparkling eyes and said, "Hi, Amy.  How's your day been?" She kept it
upbeat as they chatted for a minute or so, and then he said, "Okay, where
are we headed?" Amy replied, "Well, as I said, I need to buy some more
underwear, and I really like the Victoria's Secret store up at the mall. 
The VS panties are very comfortable.  So, that's where I want to go." It
was a short drive to the mall; it only took 5 minutes through the light
city traffic to go the 2 miles.  Amy just used small talk to cover her
nervousness about the impending trip into the mall.  Dwight pulled into a
parking spot near Victoria's Secret and said, "Okay, Amy I'll wait here for
you.  Good luck." And he squeezed her hand.  She reached into the back seat
and got her purse out of her backpack, and reached for the door handle. 
But she froze. Dwight said, "What's wrong?" "Oh, Dwight, I'm not sure I can
do this.  How can I walk almost naked into that crowd on the sidewalk and
then into the store?" "But, Amy, you told me that you have to do this.  You
need more panties for the next couple of weeks." Amy squeezed his hand
again and said, "You're right.  Here I go." And she opened the door and
climbed out.  But after she looked at the crowd, she froze again.  And a
moment later she hopped back in the car and closed the door. She started
crying and said, "Oh, Dwight, I just can't do this.  It's just too
embarrassing." He said, "Oh dear.  Would it help if I went in with you? 
You'd still be exposed, but I could provide moral support anyway." Amy
continued to cry, "Thanks, but I just can't be showing my breasts to all
those people.  Could you go in and buy them for me?" Now it was Dwight's
turn to be stunned.  He'd never been in Victoria's Secret before, and he'd
never bought women's underwear before.  He stammered, "Amy, I -- um, uhh,
uhhh -- wouldn't know what kind of -- um, ahh, ooh -- panties to buy." Amy
said, "Please, Dwight, I need your help here.  Please, please." She was
still sobbing. He could see that she was really upset, and he hesitantly
said, "Okay, I'll buy the panties for you." "Oh, thank you, thank you."
Dwight said, "But can't I just go over there to Walmart?  They must have
women's underwear." "Oh, Dwight, I don't like those cheap panties. 
Victoria's Secret panties are really comfortable, and that's what I've been
wearing for years.  Please go into VS for me." He replied, "Oh, all right.
But what do I buy?  How many do you want?  What color?  I don't know
anything about buying ladies underpants." Amy wiped away her tears and
said, "I wear small size, not extra small.  I need at least a dozen pairs.
Let's say 15 pairs.  Knoxx told me to buy plain, low-rise, kind of neutral
colors.  White, yellow, pink, flesh tone -- VS may call that nude, buff,
bare, or something like that -- light blue, light green.  I guess subtle
polka dots would be okay.  No lace.  No thongs.  They must cover my cheeks.
Like these that I'm wearing now." And she raised her butt off the car seat
to show him her panties.  "I think Victoria's Secret has styles called
bikinis and briefs that fit Knoxx's requirements." Dwight shook his head in
confusion, "Amy, slow down.  I can't remember all of that.  Let me review.
You want bikinis, no cheeks, white, . . ." She interrupted, "Here let me
just give you these that I'm wearing now, and you can show them to the
sales girl in the store.  Ask her to match them as closely as possible in a
variety of colors." And she chuckled as she added, "Please be sure to bring
these back to me." And she slid them down her legs, picked them up off the
car floor, and handed them to him.  She was now sitting completely naked in
the car. He blushed as he took her pink panties and put them in his pants
pocket.  He noticed that they were warm and a little damp, but he just
said, "Okay.  How much is this going to cost?  I've only got about $30; is
that enough?" She laughed, "Oh you naïve, wonderful man.  No, that's not
nearly enough.  Women's panties are expensive.  The cheap ones are $5 or
so, and I expect you'll have to pay $10 or $12 each for these.  Here let me
give you $200.  That's all the cash I've got.  That should be enough for 15
pairs." He took the money, put it in his wallet, and reached for the door
handle.  Amy reached over, squeezed his hand again, and said, "Dwight,
thanks for doing this.  I really appreciate it.  And please hurry; I need
to be back at Kameron Hall by 5 o'clock." He just smiled at her and got out
of the car.  She was now naked and alone in his car in this busy parking
lot.  She knew she was still pretty visible, but not nearly as visible as
she would have been if she'd gone into the store herself.  She smiled as
she thought how nice it was for Dwight to go in for her. The minutes passed
slowly as Amy waited for Dwight to return.  She scrunched down lower in her
seat a few times as people walked nearby.  She was thankful that no one
came back to the tall SUV parked right next to her door.  After about 25
minutes, Dwight returned. They both heaved a big sigh of relief when he
climbed back in the car.  He handed her the bag and said, "Here are 15
pairs." She said, "Oh thank you, Dwight.  You're a doll.  How did it go?"
He said, "Okay, I guess.  I think I was the only man in the store.  That's
quite a place.  The sales lady's name was Elise, and she essentially picked
these out for me after I showed her your panties and described what you
wanted.  She was puzzled about what I was doing, and she started asking
questions.  But I just told her that I was doing a favor for a friend,
which happens to be the honest to goodness truth." They smiled at each
other. He went on, "We've got a few minutes before we have to head back. 
So, why don't you look through these 15 pairs and make sure they are okay."
Amy then pulled out the single packages one by one and looked at the
labels. They all looked okay to her.  And she said, "These look good.  We'd
better go." They buckled their seat belts; Dwight started up the car, put
it in reverse, and then stopped.  He put it back in park, and said, "Umm, I
think you probably want your pink panties back.  Right?" And he handed the
panties back to her. She blushed as she realized that she was still nude.
She had become so comfortable with him that she forgot completely about
being naked.  She said, "Yes, I really should put them back on." And she
unbuckled the seatbelt, slid on the panties, and buckled herself in again.
"Okay, let's go." And they drove away. In the next aisle over in the
parking lot from her yellow VW Bug, Wendy watched the Taurus leave the
parking lot.  She had been sitting there the entire time watching the
little drama unfold.  She couldn't hear what they were saying, but she
didn't need to - she could easily tell that Amy had gotten cold feet about
buying the panties.  She immediately picked up her cell phone, dialed the
number, and filed her report.  And she chuckled devilishly as she drove
back to campus.

   Chapter 26 - Doling Out the Discipline

   About 4:55, the Taurus pulled up in front of the administration
building. Amy looked over at Dwight and with a big smile said, "Thank you,
thank you, thank you.  You're wonderful." And she kissed him on the cheek.
He blushed and said, "Amy, I'm so glad I could help.  And I'm looking
forward to Saturday night.  I thought maybe we could go to the movie at the
Student Union.  You know the little theater where they run old classics and
serve popcorn on Saturday nights?  They're showing 'Some Like It Hot', the
Marilyn Monroe classic from the 1950's.  It starts at 8; maybe we could
catch a bite to eat in the cafeteria beforehand.  I could pick you up at
6:30.  How does that sound?" She looked at him with an even bigger smile
and said, "That sounds marvelous.  I can't wait." And she kissed him on the
cheek again.  "Ooops, it's almost 5.  I need to get in there.  Bye." She
grabbed her backpack and stuffed the bag of panties into it.  She waved as
she ran up the steps into Kameron Hall. There was a crowd of people leaving
the building and many stopped and smiled at her as she scooted by.  She
didn't care, because she was feeling good for a change.  She rode the
elevator up to the seventh floor with a couple of older ladies who scowled
at her. She arrived at Knoxx's office just before 5.  She had cut it too
close, but she lucked out this time.  In the waiting room, there was a man
sitting in one of the chairs with a big case next to him.  He smiled at her
and said, "Hello, Amy." Since she didn't know him, she just smiled back at
him, nodded, and walked up to Mrs.  Duckworth's desk.  Amy was kind of
expecting the secretary to thank her for filling in during the morning, but
Duckworth was glaring at her and twirled her finger indicating that Amy
should turn around.  Amy turned and showed her rear end to Mrs.  Duckworth.
The secretary merely nodded and waved her hand at the phallus peg.  Amy
blushed as she lowered the panties in front of the strange man and hung
them on the hook. Then the secretary said, "Miss Suzuki, please bring your
panties back over here for a moment." The naked girl retrieved the pink
panties from the hook and handed them to Mrs.  Duckworth, who then looked
at them more closely and said, "Well, just like yesterday, I see some
stains on these.  Actually, these are still damp and that tells me that you
might be 'leaking' a little bit today.  So, please hang them back on the
hook, and then stand over there by the door.  I don't want you sitting on
the new furniture today." Amy blushed even brighter on hearing her
underwear stains discussed in front of a stranger, but she did as she was
told. She stood there waiting with her hands at her sides for several
minutes.  She looked up a few times and noticed the man looking at her, but
not at her face.  He was staring at her pussy, but not in the leering way
that most men would; it was more of an appraisal look.  She was puzzled and
squirmed a bit, but she said nothing. About 10 after the hour, Knoxx came
out and invited her into his office.  She was surprised to see Dr. 
Whiteside, Dr.  Beaupre, and the other four committee members in addition
to the Chancellor.  Whiteside and Beaupre were sitting on the couch, and so
they were looking at her bare backside as Amy took her place in front of
Knoxx's desk.  She really wanted to cover herself with her arms, but she
held them at her sides. Knoxx said, "Let's get started.  We've got a lot to
go over today." "Uh oh", Amy thought to herself, "I expect to be punished
for using bedcovers, but the tone in his voice sounds ominous." Knoxx said,
"All right.  Now, Miss Suzuki, we need to have a serious discussion here.
Our committee thought that we had spelled out the rules for your punishment
period very clearly in the document that you signed.  But it has come to
our attention that you haven't followed those rules very closely." Tears
started to well in Amy's eyes as she knew something bad was going to
happen. Knoxx kept going, "Let me outline the infractions that we know
about.  I have them written down here, and I'll give you a copy of the list
after I read them off." "Number one.  Last Thursday, you asked to wear
panties during the experiments at Wytham.  The document says that you will
be naked for those experiments.  I'm told that Dr.  Beaupre refused your
request to put on panties, but that doesn't matter - you violated the
spirit of the document." "Number two.  Also on Thursday, you asked to wear
panties while in my waiting room.  Mrs.  Duckworth correctly denied your
request." "Number three.  Last Friday you were late to your General
Psychology class.  The agreement clearly says that you will be on time for
all scheduled appointments.  And this includes your classes." "Number four.
On Saturday, you wanted to try on the special panties for the ushering duty
at the concert in the restroom.  Again, Mr.  Middleton refused your
request, but the document requires you to be exposed at all times - another
violation of the spirit of the document. "Number five.  Last Thursday, Dr.
Beaupre and then on Friday, Dr.  Whiteside, each asked you to trim your
pubic hair even further.  You refused.  While this is not strictly a
violation of the document, it indicates a lack of cooperation with the
people in charge." "Number six.  Until this afternoon, this was probably
the most severe violation.  You slept under sheets and blankets on Friday
and Saturday nights.  These are the nights we know about, but we suspect
you did that on Wednesday and Thursday as well.  The document clearly says
that your breasts are to be exposed at all times.  This includes nighttime
as well as daytime." Amy just nodded.  Linda had told Knoxx about Amy's
using bedcovers on Friday and Saturday nights. "Number seven.  Yesterday,
at the art class, you hung your stocking cap on the panty hook.  Now, I
admit that we didn't explicitly spell out that the hook was only for the
panties, but it is clearly intended that the hook is for panties only."
"Number eight.  Also, yesterday at art class, you refused to pose at 9 AM.
When I first heard this, I was outraged because the schedule clearly states
that you would pose nude at Dr.  Whiteside's 9 o'clock class yesterday
morning.  But the Professor told me that you had agreed to pose at 8 AM
with Miss Cobb instead of alone at 9 AM.  That appeased me for the most
part, but I'm still concerned about your lack of cooperation with Ms. 
Whiteside, especially in light of the next violation." "Number nine.  You
told Dr.  Whiteside that you needed to study for your Psych class from 9
til 10 yesterday morning.  But instead, you were in the women's restroom in
a stall in Younger Hall for that entire hour.  We doubt that you were
studying in there.  This is another violation of the no-hiding rule." Amy
was completely taken aback by this.  She said nothing, but she thought to
herself "How in the hell did they know this?  I didn't leave the stall at
all during that time.  There must have been some woman spying on me, and
that woman must have been one of the many women who had come into the
restroom during that hour - in fact, that woman must have come in several
times.  Dammit!" "Number ten.  Also, yesterday at art class, you held your
hands in front of your pubic area during one of the breaks between poses.
This went on for a few minutes.  Of course, this violates the no-covering
rule." Again, Amy was stunned by this, because she wasn't even aware that
she had done this, and she started to say, "But I . . ." Knoxx put up his
hand to stop her, "Please, Miss Suzuki, let me finish the list; there is
only one more item.  And then we can discuss them one by one.  Okay?" Amy
was almost crying now, and she just nodded. Knoxx continued, "And finally
number eleven.  This afternoon, you did not go shopping for panties.  You
sent in a man, who we believe is Dwight Henderson, to do the shopping for
you.  Again, this is a violation of the no-hiding rule.  A rather severe
violation, we think." Amy now broke down and cried out loud.  The seven
well dressed people in the room watched the naked girl's breasts jiggle as
she sobbed.  After a moment, she recovered some of her composure and said
through her tears, "Yes, I admit that I asked him to buy the panties for
me. But please, please don't punish Dwight for doing that.  I accept
responsibility for that.  It was my mistake - not his." But she was
wondering how Knoxx had learned about this, because it had just happened
less than an hour before this meeting.  Another well positioned spy? Knoxx
said, "Oh no, there is no punishment for Mr.  Henderson.  We may talk to
him about the incident, but trust me, he will not be punished for buying
the panties.  However, we will insist that he tells us the complete truth,
if we do decide to question him.  And that reminds me.  Did you bring the
new panties with you?  We won't have time to approve them today, but maybe
we can do that tomorrow." Amy sniffled, "Yes, they are in my backpack."
"Good.  Please give them to me, and I'll keep them here til then." Amy bent
down to her backpack, got out the Victoria's Secret bag, and handed it to
him. Knoxx said, "Thanks.  And now, Miss Suzuki, . . ." But then he paused
for a moment while looking over the list.  He turned back to Gavin Farmer
and said, "Actually, Gav, I don't see anything on this list about her help
at the foundation on Sunday.  Did she strictly follow the rules all day
Sunday?" Farmer replied, "Uhh, umm, I'm sorry, Cal.  I hadn't really
thought about it til just now.  She seemed to do just fine, but let me
think." He closed his eyes for a moment and then said, "Okay, you're right.
There were a few things.  First, when I picked her up at the dorm, she
didn't take off her panties when I told her to, and I had to physically
help her remove them.  And then in the computer lab, I think she covered
her breasts with her arms when the photographer took the first photo.  She
was pretty good at the reception, but afterwards she used an angry tone
while talking to my wife, who had accidentally called her by the wrong
name. I guess that's it." Knoxx looked up at Amy and scowled.  He said,
"Okay, thanks, Gav.  Let me add those three things to the list." And he
spent a minute or so scribbling on the pieces of paper. Knoxx looked up
again at the naked girl and shook his head while saying, "Miss Suzuki, what
can I say except that the list is now fourteen items long rather than just
eleven.  But you wanted to say something about, let's see, it was number
ten on the list?  Covering yourself in art class?" Amy looked on Knoxx's
desk for a Kleenex box, but seeing none, she just wiped the tears from her
eyes as best she could with her hands, and she said, "Thanks.  But I don't
remember putting my hands down there to cover myself during art class.  If
I did, it was completely by accident." Knoxx replied, "Dr.  Whiteside, can
you please confirm this for us?" Whiteside said, "Yes, I was watching her
during the breaks between the various poses, and she did put her hands in
front of her pussy like this." And Whiteside stood up, and held her hands
in front of the crotch area of her slacks.  Amy turned around to watch
Whiteside's demonstration. Amy said, "Okay, I guess I must have done it,
but it was not intentional." Knoxx said, "Intentional or not, it was still
a violation.  Now, here's a copy of the list.  I think you can read my
scrawls for the last three items.  Please glance over it, and we can talk
about each item separately." And he handed a piece of paper to the
discomfited, naked young woman.  Amy skimmed the list and said quietly,
"Okay, I'm ready." Knoxx said, "Number one.  Last Thursday, you asked to
wear panties during the experiments at Wytham.  Is that correct?" Amy
sheepishly said, "Yes, I did.  And I'm sorry." "Number two.  Last Thursday,
you asked Mrs.  Duckworth for permission to keep your panties on while
waiting in the reception area.  Is that correct?" Again Amy meekly said,
"Yes, I did.  And I'm sorry." "Number three.  Last Friday you were late to
your General Psychology class." Amy had to think for a moment, and then she
remembered.  "Yes, but it was because the art class ran long that day."
Knoxx looked at Whiteside, "Dr.  Whiteside, is that correct?" Whiteside
replied, "Well, I remember that Friday was the first day she posed for us,
but I don't remember the class running over.  Maybe it did, maybe it
didn't." Knoxx said, "Well, Miss Suzuki, I must remind you that you need to
be on time.  And if that means being more forceful in telling others about
your time requirements, then you need to do that." Amy wasn't comfortable
with this, but she just said, "Okay." "Number four.  On Saturday, you
wanted to use the restroom to try on the special ushering panties." Amy
didn't want to get into a long discussion about trying on panties in front
of strangers, because she had done that in this very room, and she'd
probably have to do it again tomorrow with the new Victoria's Secret
panties.  She just said, "Yes, that was a mistake." "Number five.  You
refused to trim your pubic hair as Drs.  Beaupre and Whiteside requested.
Is that correct?" Amy replied, "Yes, that's correct, but there is nothing
in the document that mentions that." Knoxx retorted, "True, true.  But they
both had good reasons for the request, and the committee thinks that it was
a reasonable request.  We feel that it's a violation of the
full-cooperation rule.  We'll talk about this some more in a few minutes."
Amy just nodded. "Number six.  Not leaving your breasts exposed while
sleeping.  Do you admit doing that?" Amy quietly said, "Yes, I'm sorry.  It
was unintentional, but I did make a bad mistake." "Number seven.  Hanging
your stocking cap on the panty peg at art class." Again she said almost in
a whisper, "Yes, that was a mistake." "Number eight.  Refusing to pose for
the 9 o'clock art class.  Why not?" Amy said, "I thought that coming in for
the 8 o'clock class was a substitute for the 9 o'clock class, and so I
thought I had a choice about posing for another hour or not." Knoxx looked
at her and said, "Miss Suzuki, please move to the side just a bit so I can
speak to Dr.  Whiteside as well as you." Amy turned and then stepped back
so that Knoxx could see Whiteside.  Knoxx went on, "Dr.  Whiteside, since
Miss Suzuki didn't pose for that 9 AM class, did that cause a problem for
you?  Did you have a replacement model?" Whiteside said, "No, I didn't have
another nude model to take her place.  So, I had to put a bowl of fruit on
a table and have the class draw the fruit." Knoxx and a couple of the
committee members laughed softly.  Knoxx then said, "So, you mean that you
substituted a bowl of fruit for this pretty naked lady?" Whiteside smiled
and said, "If you put it like that, then yes." Knoxx said, "Well, this
leads to number nine.  You told Dr.  Whiteside that you needed to spend
that time studying for your Psych class, but you seemed to hide out in a
restroom stall.  Is that correct?" Amy blushed as she remembered being
turned on after posing with Eva and the need to dry out her panties.  She
didn't really want to discuss her wet panties in front of this group, but
she didn't think she had a choice.  So, she turned to Whiteside and said,
"Yes, Professor, I did tell you a lie there.  I'm sorry, but I thought I
had posed enough for the day.  I did do some reading in the restroom, but
not very much." Knoxx said, "Well, our observer thought you were
intentionally hiding in the restroom stall.  Why not do the reading out in
the hallway where everyone could see you?" Amy blushed and decided to be
completely honest, "While posing naked in the 8 o'clock class, I became
somewhat aroused.  Dr.  Whiteside told me that she noticed it, didn't you?"
She looked at Whiteside, who nodded.  Amy went on, "And after putting on
the panties, I could feel the crotch become wet almost immediately.  I
wanted to dry out the panties and clean myself up, and the restroom stall
seemed like a good place to do that.  I realized that I was breaking the
exposure rule, but it was an embarrassing situation for me.  I'm sorry."
Knoxx said, "Well thank you for your honesty, Miss Suzuki.  And we've
already discussed number ten, covering your pubic area, and number eleven,
Mr.  Henderson doing your panty shopping.  Number twelve.  Not removing
your panties when Dr.  Farmer told you to." Amy wanted to explain that the
community service at BUF didn't start til 9AM, and she didn't think she had
to be nude on the ride over.  But she decided not to argue and meekly said
to Farmer, "I'm sorry, Dr.  Farmer.  I should have taken my panties off
immediately when you told me to." Knoxx persisted, "But you did take them
off on his second request?" Amy blushed, "I guess it was the second time he
asked, but I'm not sure.  I was reaching to slide them down, but Dr. 
Farmer was getting irritated and he had already knelt down in front of me
and he slid them off instead of me actually doing it.  Again, I'm sorry."
Knoxx said, "Well, that sounds like a violation of the full-cooperation
rule.  Okay, number thirteen.  You covered yourself without permission
while being photographed." Amy quietly said, "Yes, I was surprised to see a
camera aimed at me in the computer lab.  I'm sorry." Knoxx went on, "And
finally, number fourteen.  You talked back to Joyce Farmer?  That's a lack
of respect." Amy turned to Gavin Farmer and said, "Dr.  Farmer, please
apologize to your wife for me.  I should not have been so upset just
because she called me by the wrong name.  I'm sorry." Knoxx said, "Okay,
our list is fourteen items long.  So, before I tell you how the committee
has decided to handle this, do you have any additional comments or
questions about these infractions?" Amy looked down at her quivering
breasts and softly said, "No, I have nothing further to add." And she
braced herself for the punishment that she was certain to come.  Would she
be expelled?  What else could they do to her? Knoxx said, "Okay, Miss
Suzuki.  The committee has discussed this and even though this is a pretty
long list of violations, we don't think any of them are serious enough to
expel you from this university." Amy let out a noticeable sigh of relief on
hearing this. Knoxx continued, "However, we do think some additional
punishment is necessary.  We thought about just taking away your panties
completely and having you be entirely naked all the time.  But after
talking about it, we realized that you and your lawyer, Mr.  Marriott, had
negotiated the panty compromise in good faith, and we might be on shaky
legal ground in taking the panties away completely. "So, instead, we have
decided on a few additional punishments for these violations.  First, we
think that you need to pay closer attention to the rules that we outlined
in the document.  And to that end, we are going to ask you to create a
diary of your activities since the streaking incident last week.  Since
your panties seem to be a focal point in your punishment, we want the diary
to mention every time that you put on or took off your panties.  You will
go back and document the past 7 days as best as you can remember them.  And
then each day from now on, you will write about the day's activities. 
Since you are a journalism major, doing such write-up each day should be
fairly easy, and it will remind you about the rules that you need to
follow. "Also, that diary will help with this next activity.  And that is a
panty auction.  You will help organize an auction of the panties that
you've worn and will be wearing during this punishment period.  That
auction will be held at a fraternity house sometime next week, probably
next Saturday night, but that's not for sure yet.  At the auction, you will
put up for bid each pair of panties that you wore along with a one-page
write-up of what you did the day that you wore that pair of panties. 
You've probably heard that the entertainment industry uses the phrase
'one-sheet' for a quick overview of a movie or a song; well, let's think of
these documents as 'panty one-sheets', because they will focus on your
panties including not just the physical description but also when you took
them off and put them on during that day.  Also, each winning bidder will
have his or her photograph taken with you either holding or wearing the
panties.  The money raised will be given to the Bancroft University
Foundation. "As I say, you will help to organize this.  We have selected
Gamma Gamma Theta.  You'll work with them, but the intent is to raise as
much money as possible for the foundation.  How does that sound?" Amy just
stood there for a moment after he finished.  This sounded to her as if she
would be digging her own grave, so to speak.  She closed her eyes and said,
"Okay, I can do that." Knoxx said, "Ah, good.  Now, the next part of the
punishment will be additional naked posing for Ms.  Whiteside's classes. 
We see from your class schedule that you are free from 8 til 10 AM Monday
thru Friday.  So, you will pose for her classes every weekday from 8 til 10
starting tomorrow morning.  This includes next week which is finals week,
because Ms.  Whiteside does not have a final exam for her classes; she just
runs the class at its usually scheduled time all the way through next
Friday.  The only exception to this would be if you have a final exam
scheduled for that time." He turned to Whiteside and said, "Professor, do
you have anything to add here?" Whiteside said, "No.  This sounds wonderful
to me.  I've had good feedback from the students about the two times that
she has posed for them.  Amy will probably be posing along with Miss Cobb
at the 8 o'clock class, and I may try to find a male model for her to pose
with at some of the 9 AM sessions." Knoxx looked at Amy and said, "Any
questions?" Amy was stunned again, because this greatly expanded the amount
of time that she would be completely naked.  But she didn't think she
really had a choice and said, "No questions." Knoxx said, "Good.  Next part
of the punishment.  I've asked Dr.  Beaupre and Dr.  Whiteside as well as
Mr.  Thorson, the ground crew supervisor, to think of ways to raise the
intensity of your community service activities.  Dr.  Whiteside has told me
that she has some more explicit poses for you to do, and Dr.  Beaupre says
he has some additional experiments to run.  I will leave that up to them.
Any questions about that?" Amy just silently shook her head. "And finally
the committee has decided to insist that you trim your pubic hair as these
two fine professors have requested.  And we will do that now." And he
motioned for the group to stand up.

   Chapter 27 - The Pubic Landing Strip

   Amy was now horrified and she started to cry.  Through her tears, she
said, "You're going to shave my pubic hair?!!  Oh no, please don't do that!
Dr.  Knoxx, this isn't fair!" Knoxx paused and stood by his desk staring at
the naked girl; he said, "Miss Suzuki, this is all part of your punishment
for streaking." Amy cried, "But it's all so embarrassing.  Being almost
naked or even completely naked all the time.  And now you want to shave me
down here!" She tugged at her own pubic hair as she said this. Knoxx
replied, "Well, we think that naked punishment is appropriate for naked
streaking.  You wanted to show off your body by streaking last Monday
night, and we are giving you an extended opportunity to show it off. 
However, let me remind you, Miss Suzuki, that you have the ultimate choice
here.  If you don't want to accept this punishment, you can elect to be
expelled from this fine university instead, and you can get dressed and go
home to Rhode Island tomorrow morning." Amy cried some more, but she knew
she was trapped.  She was too close to graduation to leave school now.  She
had no choice.  She rubbed her eyes, looked down at the floor, and meekly
said, "Okay, I'll do what you want." Knoxx smile and said, "Good.  Dr. 
Beaupre, could you please show in Mr.  Lindstrom?" Amy felt defeated now
and just watched as Beaupre brought in the man who she had seen sitting out
in the waiting room. Beaupre said, "Everyone, I'd like to introduce Mr. 
Charles Lindstrom, who is a preparation assistant from a local medical
clinic's surgery center.  He's an expert at shaving people before they go
in for a surgery.  He's brought along a folding table and his equipment to
shave Amy's pubic hair.  Now, let's see where can we set this up?  There
doesn't seem to be enough room here in your office.  Maybe the conference
room?  Oh, there's not enough room there either.  How about the waiting
room?" Lindstrom said, "Yes, that might work.  There is enough room out
there, but I'm concerned about the light.  Can I look at the conference
room?  Maybe Amy could lie down on the big table in there?" Knoxx gave a
disgusted snort and said, "No, I don't want to mess up the finish on that
nice table.  I've heard that bodily fluids and waste can create spots on
the varnish.  And please don't suggest covering with a plastic sheet; I
just don't want to take the chance, because that's brand new furniture."
Lindstrom shrugged and said, "Well, okay, I guess it's the waiting room.  I
did bring along some small work lamps and maybe some of you can hold those
for me?" Knoxx said, "Very good.  Let's go set this up." He came around
from behind his desk, took Amy by the elbow, and said, "Come along, Miss
Suzuki." In a daze, she followed the group out to the waiting room where
Mrs.  Duckworth was still at her desk. Lindstrom opened the case, and Amy
saw that the case was really just a folded up metal table.  Lindstrom
unfolded the legs and set up the table.  It was kind of like a gurney, but
with a smooth silver metal surface.  Her eyes bulged when she saw the
padded leather cuffs at each corner. Lindstrom apologized, "I'm sorry about
the crude setup; usually, we use a gynecologist's chair with stirrups for
shaving the pubic area, but this portable version will work fine.  Amy,
please lie down on your back on the table and I'll position your legs."
With tears in her eyes, she did as he asked; she flinched when her butt and
back touched the cool metal surface.  Lindstrom put his hands on her hips
and scooted her butt down a couple of inches so that her feet extended
beyond the end of the table.  Then, she saw him move the cuffs out on an
adjustable extender bar.  He attached the cuffs to her feet and pulled them
very wide apart; he clamped the extender bars in this position.  Then, he
said to her, "Amy, I'm sorry, but I'm going to restrain your hands and
waist as well, because I don't want you squirming around while I'm using
the sharp razor." He took her hands, attached the cuffs, extended the bars,
and locked them in place.  Then he slid a long, 3-inch wide heavy fabric
strap under her back, wrapped each end up over her tummy, hooked the strap
ends to the sides of the table, and tightened the sliding clamps.  She was
now spread eagled and completely immobilized on the cold metal table.  All
of her naked endowments were on full display for the nine well-dressed
people.  She had never felt so vulnerable in her life. Lindstrom then asked
Mrs.  Duckworth to get a coffee pot full of warm water from the restroom,
and he got his scissors and safety razor from his smaller bag.  When
Duckworth returned, Lindstrom said, "Okay, I'm ready to go.  Dr.  Beaupre,
you want this all removed.  Right?" Whiteside almost shouted, "Mais non!  I
don't want it all gone; I want just a thin strip of hair up from her pussy.
It's referred to as a 'landing strip' style." And she drew a line through
Amy's pubic hair to show where she wanted the strip; Amy tried to flinch,
but she couldn't move.  "Maybe half an inch wide?", Whiteside said. Beaupre
said, "But Ms.  Whiteside, our experiments require attaching a small device
right above her lips using adhesive tape.  And the area needs to be free of
hair." And he poked a finger into Amy's pubic hair to show where he meant.
Whiteside said, "But Dr.  Beaupre, for artistic purposes, I want her to
have just a tiny bit of hair.  I already have a completely shaved model,
Miss Cobb, and I want Amy here to be a pleasing counterpoint to that."
Beaupre pondered for a moment before saying, "I understand, but I'm
thinking of Amy here.  I don't want her to be hurt when we remove the
adhesive tape which will pull some hair out." Amy thought to herself, "They
are in a turf war, and it's MY turf that they are arguing over!" Beaupre
continued, "Let me think for a moment." And Amy felt his fingers touch just
to the left of her pussy and then when he parted her pussy lips near the
top just a bit, she gasped.  He then said, "Okay, here's what I think we
can do.  We can attach the device just off to the side rather than right
above the lips.  It's not the way we'd like to do it, but it will work. 
So, okay, I agree that we can leave a thin strip as Dr.  Whiteside
requests." Whiteside said, "TrÃ"s bon!" Knoxx said, "Very good." And to the
strapped down naked girl, he said, "Miss Suzuki, did you follow that?" Amy
said quietly, "Yes, I did." Knoxx said, "Okay, Mr.  Lindstrom, go to it. 
We'll hold the lights for you." Just then, the outer office door opened,
and the janitor came in.  The table was aligned such that he had a full
view of the naked, spread-eagled girl.  His eyes bulged out.  And Amy
raised her head and looking between her breasts, she saw the strange man
staring at her.  She gasped loudly and shook her head from side to side. 
She said, "Oh no, who is he?" Mrs.  Duckworth came around to the janitor
and said, "Enrique, please come back later to do the cleaning." And the
secretary guided him back out the door. There was a moment of silence as
they all realized what had just happened.  Then Knoxx said, "Okay, he's
gone.  Miss Suzuki, we're going to start now.  Okay?" She nodded her head
and through her tears she said, "Yes, go ahead." Knoxx replied, "Good. 
Okay, let's get the lights held up again.  Mr.  Lindstrom, please start."
Lindstrom said, "All right, Amy.  Here goes.  This will only take a few
minutes." And he started clipping away the hair leaving the thin strip
about 2 inches long directly above her pussy.  Then she felt him applying
the warm shaving cream to the area that he had just clipped and to the
surrounding area as well.  She felt his gentle hands hold the skin taut as
he pulled the safety razor across removing the last bits of hair.  He then
wiped her clean with a towel and unhooked the cuffs and belt. Amy thought
he was done, but Lindstrom said, "Amy, please get on your hands and knees
on the table and then lower your head to the table top.  I need shave
underneath there.  Please be very still; don't squirm at all while I'm
shaving down there." Amy assumed the shaming position with her butt up in
the air for all of them to see her asshole as well as the rear view of her
vagina.  Lindstrom applied more shaving cream, and carefully shaved off the
hairs on her perineum.  And he wiped that area clean.  He patted her
lightly on her ass and said, "Okay, Amy, stand down on the floor and let's
see how it looks." She was bright red as she stood there with all of them
looking closely at her pussy.  Whiteside brushed her hand through the
little bit of hair still there and said, "Very good, Mr.  Lindstrom, that's
exactly what I wanted.  Okay with you Dr.  Beaupre?" Beaupre said, "Amy,
please lie back on the table for a moment and let me see." She did as he
asked and she felt his finger touch just off to the side of her pussy, and
then he spread her lips and extracted her clitoris from under its little
hood.  She thought, "Oh god, I hope he doesn't make me come in front of all
these people." But she could feel that he was just sort of measuring the
distance from her clit to the spot to the left of her pussy.  Beaupre said,
"Yep, looks fine to me, too." Lindstrom then said to her, "Amy, you will
probably need to shave this almost daily to keep it looking this way.  I
can see that you naturally have a lot of hair down there, and it will
probably want to grow back rather quickly.  So, get yourself a good razor
and a mirror." Amy was still blushing as Knoxx said, "Well, that about
wraps it up for today.  Miss Suzuki, here are some flesh-colored panties
for you to wear." She slid them on feeling a slight sense of relief at
getting to cover her private parts after this period of intense display. 
She said good night, picked up her backpack, and walked out the door. She
was still shaking as she walked into her dorm room about 6 o'clock.  Linda
looked up at her and said, "Amy, are you okay?  You have a very strange
look on your face." Amy immediately broke out sobbing and buried her face
on Linda's shoulder.  Through her tears, Amy told her the story of the
awful meeting. After Amy calmed down, they went to the dining hall for
dinner.  Then, Amy spent a few hours studying before she realized that she
should probably get started on the diary that Knoxx had told her to do as
part of her punishment.  She had to rack her brain to remember what she had
done each of the last 7 days since the streaking incident.  She scribbled
down an outline of what she had done each of the days as best as she could
remember it with special emphasis on when she had put on and taken off her
panties.  She didn't know if she should include the times she slid them
down only part way to use the toilet; she decided to include those times,
but she'd ask Knoxx if that information was needed before writing up the
diary reports for him.  Then, she wrote up the report for this day, which
had been mostly terrible except for those couple of hours with Dwight.
About midnight, the two roommates decided it was time for bed.  So, Amy
crossed off another day on her calendar and lay down on top of the bed. 
Linda turned off the light and they each said, "Good night."

   May 9, Wednesday

   Chapter 28 - Partners in Posing

   It was not nearly as cold on Wednesday morning as it had been on Monday
when Amy had gone from one warm building to another her way to Wakefield
Hall.  Amy was only mildly surprised to meet Eva on the sidewalk as they
were each approaching Wakefield.  Eva said, "Hey, Amy.  Good morning.  Are
you posing again today?" Amy smiled and said sarcastically, "Well, how
could I pass up the opportunity to show off my genitals some more?" They
both laughed and Amy continued, "Actually, it seems that we'll be doing
this together a lot til the end of the semester.  They've told me I have to
come in and pose every day from 8 til 10.  So, if you're going to be here
then as well, I guess we'll be posing together." They walked into the
building, and Amy waited by the heating vent as Eva stripped off her
sweatsuit and shoved it and her sandals into a gym bag.  Eva was now naked
and she shoved the bag under a hallway bench.  Eva gave Amy a puzzled look
and said, "You used the word 'they' a moment ago.  Who is 'they'?  Is that
Knoxx's committee?" Amy just nodded and Eva continued, "But why?  Did you
do something wrong?" Amy blinked back the tears that she felt creeping into
her eyes and said, "Yeah.  According to them, I did a lot of things wrong.
Mostly covering or hiding myself.  And they dinged me with more punishment.
Including this extra posing." She said this just as they walked into the
classroom.  She slid off her panties and hung them on the hook, and then
nudged Eva's elbow and whispered "And including this" as she pointed to her
closely trimmed pussy hair.  Eva just nodded, and they walked up to the
platform in the center of the room where Dr.  Whiteside was waiting.
Whiteside smiled and said, "Bonjour, mes amies.  How are you today?" The
naked girls just smiled at her.  Whiteside continued, "I'm going to talk to
the class for a few minutes before we start, and I'd like for you two to
just stand here with me - one of you on each side." The girls did as she
requested and just stood there quietly facing the class as the students
arrived.  Amy was very careful not to cover herself; none of her naked
endowments could be covered in any way. When all of the students had
arrived and got seated at their easels, Whiteside said, "Good morning
class. Let me point out a couple of things before we begin.  First, look at
Amy here; you will notice that her pubic hair has been trimmed into this
small thin strip.  The fashionistas call this a 'landing strip' cut." She
lightly brushed Amy's thin strip, and Amy flinched just a bit at her touch.
"She agreed to have this done yesterday, and I supervised the shaving
operation so that it was done the way I wanted." Amy didn't think that
she'd really agreed to it, but she kept her mouth shut.  Whiteside
continued, "Now, you can see that her pussy lips are much more prominent,
but her pubic area is still a nice contrast to Eva's completely shaved
pubes." And Whiteside rested her index finger for a couple of seconds just
above Eva's pussy lips. Whiteside kept going, "Second, we are indeed
fortunate that Amy will be posing for us for the rest of the semester. 
Let's see today is Wednesday, and so including today, she'll be here for
our final 8 sessions.  We thank her for agreeing to this." Amy blushed as
the class applauded briefly, but she still didn't like Whiteside's use of
the word "agreeing". Whiteside resumed, "Now, class, all of you know that a
big part of being an artist is the inspiration phase.  That is, you need to
decide what to draw and how to express it, and to do that you need to be
inspired somehow.  Well, this morning on the way to class, I was trying to
figure out how we should have these two beautiful nude women pose for us
today.  And I just happened to pass a gardener who gave me the inspiration
for today's pose, which I'll describe in a few minutes." "But before I do
that, I want to ask all of you to think of ways that we can take advantage
of these pretty girls to pose for us for these last several meetings of our
class.  Try to do what I did.  That is, think of something in nature or
some human activity that could be expressed by these two girls posing.  To
give you an example, let me explain what that gardener was doing and the
inspiration I got from it." "The gardener was using a wheelbarrow to move
around some dirt.  And I immediately pictured one of these girls as the
gardener and the other as the wheelbarrow." Amy and Eva each immediately
realized what she was going to do, and their eyes widened. Whiteside turned
to them and said, "Amy, please get down on your hands and knees, and then
stretch your legs out behind you.  Eva, you get behind her and lift her
legs." Reluctantly, the two naked girls did as she asked.  Amy's breasts
were now hanging enticingly as she played the part of the wheelbarrow. 
Whiteside made some adjustments.  Pinned up Amy's long hair so that it
wouldn't hide her dangling boobs.  Spread Amy's legs just a little bit. 
Positioned one of Eva's legs back a ways so that it looked as she were in
mid stride with her pussy visible to the class.  Told Eva to look down at
Amy's butt.  Raised Amy's chin and told her to smile. Whiteside stood off
to the side and said to the class, "See.  A provocative pose inspired by a
routine human activity." She let the two girls remain in that pose for a
minute or so, and then she patted Eva on her bare ass and said, "You two
can rest for a few minutes now.  Please just stand on either side of me
again." Whiteside addressed the class, "Okay, in a few minutes, these two
beauties will resume that pose and you will make your sketches.  But first,
let's brainstorm some other ideas.  And let me throw in one more part of
the equation.  I realize that these two girls have gorgeous faces, but I
want your inspirations to focus on other body parts.  There are a lot of
women with pretty faces walking around this campus, but how often to you
get to see these." And she squeezed Amy's butt cheek and tweaked Eva's
nipple.  "Especially, you men.  These must be rare sights for your eyes. 
So, let's focus on these usually hidden body parts for our inspirations. 
Any ideas?" Eva and Amy were blushing bright red now.  But they just stood
there with their hands at there sides. A girl in the front row raised her
hand and said, "I think I have an idea.  Following up on your gardening
idea, how about having one of them up high with her boob hanging down like
a piece of fruit?  And then the other girl could be reaching up as if to
pick the fruit?  Eva's breasts are a little fuller and might make good
melons." Whiteside said, "Oh my, that's a good one.  Anyone else?" A guy
near the back raised his hand.  He chuckled as he said, "I've been reading
about the legend of the little Dutch boy who stuck his finger in the dike.
We could have one girl being the dike and the other being the little Dutch
boy with one finger in the dike's pussy and another finger in the dike's
mouth." He hesitated for a moment and then apologized, "Oh dear, I'm sorry
about the double meanings of the word 'dyke'.  I didn't mean to insult Amy
or Eva or anyone else in the class.  I'm really sorry.  Let me substitute
the word 'levee' instead, but keeping the same idea." The instructor
replied, "Another good one.  Anyone else?" Another guy said, "Well, how
about something simple like having them pose as nude waitresses serving
food to well-dressed diners?" Whiteside frowned and said, "Well, okay, but
that doesn't really emphasize the breasts or the genitals.  Anyone else?" A
girl said, "Ms.  Whiteside, how about a male model?  We women might like to
be inspired by an erect penis.  Maybe it could be carrot or a banana."
Whiteside, "Actually, Miss Johnson, you've kind of got it backwards.  I'm
suggesting that you get the inspiration from nature somehow and then
reflect it in the naked pose somehow rather than being inspired by the nude
body.  But I do like your idea of a nude male model.  However, I don't have
any male nudes available.  At least not now.  Maybe next week.  Any of you
men want to volunteer?" The male students chuckled nervously.  "Any other
thoughts?" The same girl spoke up again, "Okay, I see what you're saying.
So, here's an idea for the two nude girls.  I'm from the central valley in
California, and in the summertime, the surrounding hills are a golden
brown. That could be an inspiration for laying these two pretty girls sort
of on their sides and using their contours to simulate the rolling bare
California hills.  Their hips, shoulders, breasts, butts, and legs could be
intertwined somehow to look like the hills.  The pleasing contrast in their
skin colors would be similar to hills in sunlight and shadowed by clouds.
Eva's slit could be a little dry creek.  And Amy's tiny bit of pubic hair
could be a little oasis in an otherwise barren landscape.  Maybe we could
cover their feet and heads to emphasize their middle assets." Whiteside
replied gleefully, "Excellente, Miss Johnson!  I like that one so much that
we'll plan on doing that tomorrow.  Tonight, please think some more about
how you would position them for tomorrow's pose." Whiteside kept going,
"Well, let's all ponder such things tonight.  And then we can throw around
some other ideas tomorrow.  Now, if you girls will resume your wheelbarrow
and gardener pose, the class can start drawing." The pretty nudes assumed
the wheelbarrow and gardener positions, and the students started their
sketching.  Whiteside seemed infatuated with her inspired pose of the day,
and so the girls spent the rest of the class session just doing that one
pose.  They switched positions several times, since the pose caused their
arms to ache. At the end of the class, Amy said goodbye to Eva, and she was
envious of Eva for getting to leave and get dressed.  Amy just sat naked in
a chair on the stage as the 8 o'clock students left and the 9 o'clock
students started to arrive.  But Whiteside came up on the stage and
whispered to her, "Please take the chair back to the props storage area,
and then come back and just stand here facing the class.  Be sure your
hands are at your sides; I don't want to have to file another violation
about you covering yourself." Amy sighed, closed her eyes briefly, and then
did as the instructor asked. After the students arrived and got settled,
Whiteside said, "Good morning, class.  Before we get going today, let me
make a couple of announcements.  First, please notice that Amy, our nude
model, has had a little haircut, so to speak.  Note that her pubic hair has
been trimmed back to this thin 'landing strip' shape." And Whiteside traced
her finger through Amy's thin strip of hair above her pussy.  Amy was
getting used to this light touching, and she just stood her ground.
Whiteside continued, "And second, Amy will be with us for the last 8
meetings of our class.  So, we won't have to substitute a bowl of fruit for
her pretty naked body like we had to do yesterday.  Thank you for being
here today and the rest of the semester." Again, the class lightly
applauded her. "Now, today I want to do something a bit different, at least
for this class.  I want to do our sketching outside in the natural light.
Just bring your sketch pads and a couple of pencils.  Come along, Amy, and
I'll show you where to pose." Amy whispered to Whiteside, "Uh, Professor, I
need to use the bathroom.  Where is the closest ladies' room?  It will just
take me a minute, and then I'll be right out." Whiteside glared at her and
said, "Well, you should have thought of that between classes.  We don't
have time to waste now.  Please just hold it in for the rest of the hour."
And she grabbed Amy's elbow and led her out the door.  Amy started to
protest but Whiteside just tightened her grip on the elbow. Whiteside
guided the naked girl down the hall, out the side door, down the steps, and
over to a picnic table.  She said, "Okay, Amy, up you go onto the table. 
This will be your stage for today." It was still pretty cool outside, but
Amy was thankful that it was not as cold as the previous few days.  She
thought it was only 50 degrees or so, and she felt her nipples tighten up
immediately.  And the cool temps only heightened her need to pee. Amy
climbed up onto the table top and then looked around to get her bearings.
Then she realized where she was.  The table was right next to a sidewalk,
and if there were a sidewalk named "Main Street" on the Bancroft campus,
this would be it.  It was busy, busy, busy even while classes were going
on. She was already the center of attention of the walkers, and the art
class students were sitting down on the sidewalk to avoid having to sit in
the damp grass area.  So all the pedestrians had to slow down to get around
the artists, and of course, they stopped to look at the pretty naked girl
standing on the table top. Whiteside got up on the table with Amy and
addressed the class, "Okay, for today, we are going to do simple sketches
of a spread-eagled nude.  Please be sure to do her newly trimmed pubic
region in some detail.  Amy, please stand here, spread your legs, and raise
your arms.  After a few minutes, you can turn around so they can draw your
backside." Amy did as she instructed, and she immediately felt a little
breeze graze her pussy lips.  Amy struggled to keep her bladder under
control. After about 5 minutes, Whiteside came up to the table and said,
"Okay, it's time to turn around.  But you can rest your arms for a minute
or so before turning." Amy understood this to mean that she had time go to
the bathroom, but as she stepped down from the table top to the attached
bench, Whiteside said, "Wait, where are you going?  We are short of time
and we don't have time for you to go pee.  Please just stay up there and
pose.  Even a 6-year old little girl could hold it in for the 30 minutes or
so we've got left.  So, you should be able to do it, too." Amy gave her a
pleading look, but Whiteside just stared right back at her.  Amy knew she
couldn't argue, and returned to her pose, which now showed her pussy lips
from behind through her spread legs. She struggled through the rest of the
session fighting the cold temps and the pressure in her bladder.  She
squirmed and fidgeted several times, and there was a look of anxiety on her
face as well.  Several times Amy thought to herself, "Whiteside was right.
I should have used the restroom between classes.  This is the second
instance where I've been naked with a full bladder and couldn't go pee
right away.  I'm not learning my lessons here very quickly.  Is this time
going to cost me another violation?" Once just as she slightly twisted her
hips in a shameful way, she looked up and saw Tyson Laird walk by with a
smirk on his face.  A few minutes later, she saw Knoxx standing there
looking at her. As soon as Whiteside excused the class, Amy bolted from the
table, back into the class room, slid on her panties, grabbed her backpack,
and ran across the quad to Younger Hall.  She raced into the ladies' room
and into the same stall where she had hid out on Friday.  She barely
finished peeing and cleaning up before the 10 o'clock bell rang and Psych
class started.  She was breathing heavily as she sat down in the back of
the big auditorium and started listening to the boring Psychology lecture.
Was she late again?  She wasn't sure. But as she was rushing through the
hallway at Younger Hall, she didn't notice Tyson Laird standing in an
alcove near the auditorium door looking at his watch as she pulled open the
door at the last second.  Tyson Laird knew for sure.  She was late.
--------------------- Amy's morning classes were blissfully uneventful.  No
more embarrassing incidents beyond just being almost naked the entire time.
As she was walking back to her dorm about noon, her cell phone rang in her
backpack.  She looked at the display and didn't recognize the number except
that she knew it was from an on-campus phone.  She thought about just
letting it go on to voicemail, but then decided that it might be something
important. Amy answered, "Hello, this is Amy Suzuki." And she started
walking again. The voice at the other end said, "Hi, Amy, this is Dr. 
Beaupre at the Wytham Institute.  How are you?" She hesitantly replied,
"Hi, I'm fine, Dr.  Bo.  What's up?" Beaupre said, "Well, Amy, I'm sure you
remember that we have an experiment session scheduled for tomorrow
afternoon.  And since Dr.  Knoxx told us on Monday that we could make
changes in our plans as part of your additional punishment for breaking
some of his rules, we'd like to extend tomorrow's session and run an
additional experiment.  We'd like for you to come here about noon and stay
until almost 5 PM.  Does that sound okay?" Amy stopped walking so that she
could focus on this ominous sounding phone call.  She said, "Umm, Dr.  Bo,
I have a class that ends at 11:50 AM tomorrow morning, and it takes me at
least 20 minutes to walk across campus to your building.  Also, I want to
eat lunch before spending the afternoon at the session.  And then I need
time to walk back across campus to Dr.  Knoxx's office for the 5 o'clock
meeting." He answered, "Yeah, we realized that it would be tight to fit the
extended session into your schedule, but how about if we provide
transportation and lunch?  That is, I could pick you up after your class
and then you could eat lunch with us before the session.  Afterwards, I
could drive you back to Kameron at 5 PM." Amy knew she was trapped; there
was no way that she could decline this request.  But she realized that her
precious "free-time Thursday" would now be filled up with her naked
community service activities - two hours of posing in the morning, all
afternoon at Wytham, and the 5 o'clock meeting with Knoxx.  She just sighed
and said, "Okay, that will work.  Where do you want to meet me?  My Modern
Journalism class is held in Becker Hall." Beaupre said, "Let's see.  Becker
Hall is on the quad, and there is no street right next to it.  But it's
close to the intersection of 1st Street and Sylvester Avenue.  I can meet
you there at 11:50.  I'll be driving a white Buick Century.  Lunch is our
treat; we'll get you a sandwich at the deli with chips and apple juice.  A
normal Italian sub sandwich?  We'll eat in my office.  Does all of that
work for you?" Amy agreed, and after saying goodbye, she slammed the cell
phone shut and yelled, "Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!" to no one in particular.  But
several guys who were standing nearby watching her talk on the phone were
shaking their heads and smiling.  One of them yelled back at her, "Hey,
Underpants Amy, I'd like to take you up on that fucking!" She glared back
at him, said nothing, and then stomped off.

   Chapter 29 - Modeling the Victoria's Secret Panties

   Amy went through her usual ritual with Knoxx's secretary, hung her
panties on the penis hook, and walked naked into Knoxx's office for the
daily meeting.  She was not surprised to see the entire committee of old
men sitting there.  She took her place standing in front of Knoxx's desk
with her hands at her sides.  The five men spent a few seconds silently
looking over the beautiful nude. Then Knoxx started the meeting with, "Good
afternoon, Miss Suzuki.  The agenda is pretty short, but we need to get
started.  First, were there any issues today at art class, which was your
only community service activity for the day?  We saw you posing outside,
and you looked a bit uncomfortable.  Please tell us about it." Amy blushed
and told the truth, "Well, it was pretty cold out there, and I needed to
pee.  And that's why I might have looked uncomfortable." Knoxx said, "Are
you okay now?  Do you need to use the bathroom before we get started?" Amy
was annoyed by this question, but she just shook her head.  But Knoxx
persisted, "You know, Miss Suzuki, considering your situation, you probably
need to think ahead about when to use the toilet to avoid such incidents.
Right?" He was staring at her nicely trimmed pussy hair as he said this.
Amy blushed some more and quietly said, "Yes, sir." "Good.  Now, what about
at the earlier posing session with Miss Cobb?  Any problems there?" Amy
again just shook her head.  "Okay.  And let's see, tomorrow you'll be
posing early again, and then Wytham in the afternoon.  Only one class at 11
AM.  Sounds like a routine day for you, right?" Amy thought to herself,
"Fuck you!  No, it will not be routine.  I'll be naked most of the time,
and God only knows what Beaupre and his crew have in store for me." But
aloud she just said meekly, "That's right." Knoxx looked at the other 4 men
and said, "Do any of you have anything to discuss with her?" They all just
shook their heads.  "All right then.  The only other thing is that we need
to approve the new panties that Miss Suzuki brought in yesterday.  We will
do the same thing that we did last week, by having her model them for us,
and we'll decide which pairs are okay." He reached under his desk and
brought out the Victoria's Secret shopping bag and dumped the contents on
his desk.  The 15 packages of panties tumbled out. Knoxx said, "Oh dear,
that's right, these are still wrapped up.  I guess she'll have to open each
package before modeling the panties for us." Tyson Laird spoke up,
"Actually, Cal, there are 6 of us here, why don't we split them up and each
of us open some packages?  That will save some time." Knoxx replied, "Good
thought, Tyson." And he handed 3 packages to each of the other four men, 2
to Amy, and kept one for himself.  The men seemed to have a bit of trouble
opening the packages, but this was familiar territory for Amy.  They all
handed the panties back to Knoxx who piled them on the desk. Knoxx briefly
looked over the stack and said, "Nice selection of colors.  Your friend did
a good job.  Okay, let's start with these." And he handed Amy a pair of
dark blue panties.  She stepped into them as the men watched and pulled
them up to cover her pussy.  She paused for a moment as they looked at the
front view and then slowly turned to show them the rear. Knoxx nodded and
said, "I'm not so sure about the dark blue color.  I think the lighter
colors would be more embarrassing for her, and we want her to be
embarrassed rather than feeling like she's showing off.  What do the rest
of you think?" Kirkpatrick said, "I tend to agree.  But I do like the way
these cover her butt cheeks.  I hope the rest of them look this same way in
the rear." Knoxx said, "Miss Suzuki, please take those off and I'll put
them in a separate stack over here.  Probably we'll reject them, but maybe
not.  We'll see as we go along." She slid them down and handed them back to
Knoxx. Next he handed her a pair with small yellow and blue flowers, almost
a polka dot design.  She slid them on and modeled them for the men. The men
agreed that these were fine.  They repeated this process for all 15 pairs.
Amy was relieved that Dwight had purchased only two styles - bikinis and
briefs.  She was concerned that the men would reject the bikinis because
they might be too narrow on the side panels, but the committee didn't
reject any for this reason.  The only other pair rejected was a dark pink
pair which they thought was too sexy.  They accepted white, light pink,
yellow, polka dots, light blue, 3 variations of flesh tone, light pink
stripe, pale green, and 3 other off white with subtle patterns.  And they
all felt comfortable to Amy in the brief time that she had them on. After
the last pair, Knoxx said, "Okay, we've got 13 acceptable pairs and that's
more than enough for the rest of your punishment period.  So, Miss Suzuki,
I'll hang onto these 13 pairs and you can take these dark blue and dark
pink ones home." He handed her the two rejected panties, which she put in
her backpack. "And now I need to mark these in the same way to let Mrs. 
Duckworth know that they are approved panties for Miss Suzuki to be
wearing." And he took his red magic marker and marked each pair on the rear
upper hem. He looked at the stack of new panties and said, "Wow, now I've
got a big selection to pick from.  Here you go, Miss Suzuki, how about
these pink striped ones for tomorrow?" He handed them to her and she slid
them on. He said, "Well, I guess that's all for this evening.  See you
tomorrow." Amy grabbed her backpack and left the office.  Considering
everything, that embarrassing exercise went better than she had expected.
And it felt good to be wearing brand new panties.

   Chapter 30 - No Nudity for Linda

   Later in the evening, Amy was alone in her room as Linda was at the
computer lab working on an IT exercise for a class.  Amy had a lot of
homework piling up as a result of her expanding community service projects.
She was glad to have the evening alone to get caught up. About 7:30, her
cell phone rang.  She looked at the display and it showed another call from
a campus phone number that she didn't recognize.  She reluctantly decided
to answer it. "Hello?" The voice at the other end said, "Hi, Amy?  This is
Cindy Johnson." Amy paused for a moment because she didn't know this person
and she said, "Yes, this is Amy Suzuki.  I'm sorry, but I can't place your
name." "Sorry about that.  I'm in Professor Whiteside's 8 o'clock drawing
class, and I'm the person who suggested the rolling hills pose for
tomorrow. You know, the one where you and Eva would be lying on your sides
or backs kind of like the bare rolling California hills." Amy immediately
didn't like the sound of this and said, "Okay.  Hi, Miss Johnson, what can
I do for you?" "Oh, Amy, please call me Cindy.  Well, let's see.  What's
the best way to start?  Umm, last week I was on a field trip to the art
museum in Boston, and I got to know Linda Hathaway, who I now know is your
roommate.  At that time, we didn't know about your streaking incident and
subsequent naked punishment.  Anyway, Linda and I were having a beer in the
hotel bar, and she told me about her trip to the clothing-optional resort
last summer, and how much she enjoyed it." Amy was really on guard now. 
Where was this going?  She just said, "Uh huh." Cindy resumed, "So, that's
the background of what I want to ask you.  After class today, I got to
thinking that having three naked girls posing in the rolling hills
formation would be more interesting for the class.  And I immediately
thought of Linda and her very white skin.  It would add another dimension
to have her light skin to complement Eva's nicely tanned skin and your sort
of olive colored skin.  Doesn't that sound neat?" Amy could see where this
was going, but she said, "I'm not sure.  But go on." "Well, actually that's
it.  Intermixing the 3 skin colors by overlapping limbs and things would
add nice variety to the pose.  And I was wondering if you would ask Linda
to come along to drawing class tomorrow morning and pose for us?  I think
she would be more receptive to the invitation if it came from you rather
than me." Amy's immediate reaction was, "No fucking way.  I'm not going to
drag my best friend into my mess." But speaking into the phone, she said,
"Cindy, I don't think that's a good idea.  Linda and I are really good
friends, and posing naked together might mess up that friendship.  So, I'm
sorry, but no, I don't want to do that." In a pleading voice, Cindy said,
"Oh Amy, please reconsider.  It couldn't hurt to ask, could it?" Amy
repeated, "Sorry, no.  Um, Cindy, I'm in the middle of some homework, and I
need to get back to it." Cindy now said in a dejected tone, "Well, okay. 
I'll see you at class tomorrow morning.  Bye." As she folded up her cell
phone, Amy wondered if she had handled this correctly or not.  Would it
have really hurt anything to just ask Linda about it?  She could phrase the
request in such a way to lead Linda to reject the idea on her own.  But it
was too late now.  What's done is done. A couple of hours later, Linda
returned with a big smile and said, "I didn't know that you knew Cindy
Johnson.  She and I had fun on that field trip last week." And Amy's heart
sank.  Evidently, Cindy had called Linda and asked her directly. Amy said,
"Actually, I don't really know her.  She is just a student in that art
class that I'm posing for, and she called me this evening." "Yeah, I know.
She called me probably just a few minutes after she talked with you.  She
explained her idea, and it sounds like fun to me.  A real hoot of a way to
end my college career - posing naked for an art class." Amy said, "Well,
I'm not so sure it's a good idea.  What did you tell her?" With a
disappointed look, Linda said, "Well, I told her I'd like to do it, but I
wanted to talk with you first.  I told her I'd call her back tonight.  But
why don't you like it?" "Lindy, we are really good friends, and I don't
want to drag you into the mess that I created for myself.  And . . ." Linda
interrupted, "But even if I am completely willing to do it?" Amy answered,
"Let me finish.  As I say, we are really, really good friends, but we're
not lovers.  Neither of us are lesbians, and I think that posing naked
together like that would give people the wrong idea about our
relationship." "But Sooz, it's just this one time for less than an hour. 
There are only 20 or so students in the class that would see us naked
together." "But Lindy, people talk.  And I get the feeling that Cindy
Johnson is the kind of person that would talk about it.  And here's another
thing.  I didn't tell you, but at the 9 o'clock class today, Whiteside had
me pose naked outdoors on top of a picnic table right near that busy
walkway in the quad.  That was a much different experience being naked
there with all those people walking by than posing indoors in the
classroom; each is embarrassing, but outdoors is more public.  Now, what if
Whiteside decided to do the rolling hills pose -- or whatever Cindy calls
it -- outdoors rather than indoors.  That sounds perfectly plausible to me,
and that would open up a couple of issues.  First, it was fucking cold out
there at 9 AM and it would be even colder at 8 AM.  Second, what if Dr. 
Knoxx walks by like he did this morning and sees you lying there naked?  He
might consider that to be the same as streaking, and he would expel you. 
Remember the notice I posted?  It spelled out the punishment for streaking;
I think I was very lucky to negotiate a way to stay in school.  That notice
also implied, but did not explicitly state, that only Eva and I are allowed
to be naked on campus." Linda sighed and admitted, "I hadn't considered
those things.  But it still sounds like fun - especially outdoors." Tears
were gathering in Amy's eyes and she said, "Oh, Lindy, please, please don't
do this.  It's just too big of a risk." Linda could see that her friend was
really upset, and she understood Amy's arguments.  She said, "Okay, Amy.  I
agree.  I'll call Cindy and tell her 'no'." Amy smiled at her friend
through her tears and mouthed, "Thank you." Amy sat there and listened as
Linda called Cindy to decline. They spent the next hour silently studying.
And Amy wrote up her diary entry for the day before crossing off another
day on the calendar and going to bed.



   Underpants Amy - Days 10 & 11

   May 10, Thursday

   Chapter 31 - California Hillsides and Backsides

   Amy was glad that it was a bit warmer on Thursday morning and that made
the walk from her dorm to Wakefield Hall more tolerable.  She was still
almost naked, but she didn't feel the sting of the cold weather like she
had the days before. In the classroom, she slid off her pink striped
panties and hung them on the hook.  Eva was already up on the platform in
the center of the room just standing there naked and looking bored.  Amy
climbed up and joined her.  The two beautiful nude girls smiled at each
other and chit chatted for a minute or so til Dr.  Whiteside joined them.
Whiteside addressed the class, "Good morning, everyone.  As you remember,
yesterday we were brainstorming about nude poses that might be inspired by
things in nature or from everyday human activity.  Now that you've had
another day to think about it, does anyone have a new idea to share?" A guy
at the side of the room spoke up, "I thought of one.  As I was walking
through the campus yesterday, I saw a tree with kind of a double trunk,
maybe it was even two separate trees growing close together.  And I thought
we could have Amy and Eva stand back to back and raise their arms to
simulate tree branches." Whiteside said, "That's a good one, Spencer, and
it sounds simple to set up.  Eva you stand here, and Amy right behind her
facing the other way.  Press together as much as possible, butt to butt,
heels to heels, head to head, and so forth.  Okay, that's good.  Now raise
your arms but droop your hands.  That's good, Eva.  Amy, raise yours a bit
higher so they don't interfere with Eva's.  Aw, that's nice.  Note how
their breasts and nipples kind of look like blemishes in the bark.  And
their pussies are little cavities in the trunk.  Let me make a note of that
as one we can do, maybe next week." She scribbled something in her notebook
and said, "Okay girls, you can relax.  Come stand back by me." Then she
addressed the students again, "Class, any other ideas?" A girl in the front
row raised her hand and said, "I like Cindy Johnson's idea about the barren
hills yesterday.  And that got me thinking on a larger scale - a mountain
range with valleys.  Maybe we could position the two nude girls so that
their breasts were very prominent as if they were mountain peaks, and then
of course, spread their legs to create the valleys with the pussies being
kind of like small canyons off of the valleys.  We could stimulate their
tits so that they would be more erect and pointy like the Matterhorn."
Whiteside said, "Okay, thanks Sharon.  How about something to do with their
butts?  Anybody have thoughts along those lines?" A guy who looked like he
was still in high school said, "Yeah, that's what I was thinking of.  One
of their tushes could be a pillow, and the other girl could be laying her
head on it as if sleeping.  And you know how you sometimes turn on your
side and scrunch up the pillow with your arm?  Well, the sleeping nude
could have her hand between the legs of the pillow nude as if bunching up
the pillow.  I didn't say that very well, but I think you get the picture."
The teacher replied, "Oh yes, Milt, I can clearly see what you're getting
at.  Good idea." And she scribbled in her book again.  "Any other ideas?" A
middle aged lady said, "Well, two nudes might not be enough for this one to
be effective.  But think about a row of columns like there is on the front
of Kameron Hall.  Each nude could be standing straight up legs pressed
closely together with arms above her head also pressed together; her hands
and feet could then be fanned out to the side like the top and bottom of a
column.  The gaps between their arms and legs would be like the flutes on
the column.  You would probably need 6 or 8 thin nude women for this to
work.  These two beauties here would be a good start." "Good one, Maxine."
And Whiteside wrote another note in her book.  "Anyone else?" There were
several hands up, and Whiteside said, "Bon, bon!  I'm happy to see that
you're embracing the concept here.  Let me take one more idea, and then
we'll get started drawing.  How about Chelsea over there?" The young girl
said, "Thanks.  My parents sleep in a pencil post bed.  We could use these
two nude women to simulate that by having them lie on their backs facing
each other with their legs all parallel and their arms pointing straight up
like a pencil post bed.  How's that?" Whiteside thought for a moment and
said, "Let's try it out just briefly.  Amy, you lie here and spread your
legs just a bit.  Eva, you lie down with your left leg between Amy's legs
with your foot at her pussy, and then your right leg on the outside with
Eva's foot right at your own pussy.  Now, both of you squeeze your legs
close together.  Okay, that's good.  Now, keep your backs on the floor, but
raise your arms and point straight up.  TrÃ"s bon.  Let me stand back and
see how it looks." Whiteside spent about a minute looking at the formation
from several angles, and then she said, "Well, Chelsea.  It's an
interesting setup, but it doesn't really focus on their breasts, asses, or
vaginas like I wanted for this exercise.  You can kind of see their
breasts, but their pussies are barely visible.  Thanks, anyway.  All right,
bare naked ladies, you can get up now." She paused for a moment and
scribbled some more notes. Amy had numbly followed orders during all of
this.  She got to her feet and looked dully down at the floor between her
breasts.  She thought, "All they've talked about are my sexual parts - my
vagina, my breasts, and my buttocks, and they usually use crude terms like
pussy, tits, and ass.  What about my pretty face, my long dark hair, and my
nice long legs?  Am I just a bag of sexual pieces for them to move around
for their amusement?  No, I'm a real, live human being with feelings just
like them.  But for now, I'm trapped.  I'm basically a naked slave and I
have to follow their commands." A second later, she was jolted back to
reality when Whiteside said, "Okay, I'm going to turn the setup exercise
over to Miss Johnson for the bare California hills pose.  Cindy?" As Cindy
Johnson came up on the platform, she smiled at Eva but glared daggers at
Amy.  She walked around the back of the trio (Amy, Eva, and Whiteside), and
as she did so, she quickly pinched Amy's butt.  She squeezed into position
between Amy and Eva. Whiteside said, "Okay, Cindy.  Refresh our memory
about the pose that you propose.  Oh, that's kind of a cute phrase - 'the
pose that you propose'.  I guess my English is getting better." Cindy
smiled and said, "Yes, Professor, that is cute.  Well, my idea is to have
them lie partially on their sides so that their hips, shoulders, boobs,
arms, and legs kind of look like rolling hills.  I say 'partially' because
I want their boobs and cunts visible as well as the profile of their hips
and shoulders.  And I want them partially intertwined so that the pleasing
contrast in their skin colors is apparent." She added, "Professor, if
you'll let me sidetrack a little bit, I wanted to say that last night I
thought it might be nice to add a third nude girl with an even different
skin color to the mix.  I thought I had lined up a girl to participate this
morning, but sadly she decided to decline.  So, I'll have to settle for
these two beauties." And she rested one hand on Amy's shoulder and her
other hand on Eva's shoulder. Whiteside cut in, "Cindy, I like the sound of
your idea of adding a third girl with a contrasting skin tone.  You know I
like contrasts of all sorts.  What third skin color were you thinking of?"
"A very white Caucasian.  Like most of us here in the class whose skin has
been covered up all winter.  Like myself." And she held one bare arm next
to Amy's arm and her other next to Eva's arm. Whiteside said, "Well, it
almost sounds like you are volunteering to add your nude body to this pose.
Is that what you want to do, Cindy?" Cindy immediately realized that she
had made a mistake in overselling the idea of a third nude girl, and she
stammered, "Uhh, umm, no, I couldn't do that.  I'm -- uhh, ahh -- not used
to showing my -- umm -- body like they are.  Sorry, . . ." Whiteside said,
"That's okay, I understand.  But you said you thought you had lined up a
girl who later declined.  Who was she?  Do you think you could persuade her
to come in next week sometime?" Cindy came around and stood between Amy and
Whiteside and whispered to the teacher, "It was Linda Hathaway, Amy's
roommate.  But Amy refused to ask Linda to do it, and when I asked Linda
directly, she was receptive to the idea at first, but later called back and
said that she and Amy didn't think it would be appropriate.  So, no, I
don't think I can persuade her to come in." Whiteside scowled, looked over
at Amy, and whispered, "Amy, is this true?  Why wouldn't you want your
roommate to help out in this artistic exercise?" Amy could feel tears
welling in her eyes along with an angry glance at Cindy.  She replied also
in a whisper, "Yes, that's true.  Linda and I didn't want to take a chance
on messing up our good friendship with one episode of naked posing
together." Amy was angry at herself for not having handled this situation
differently, and she was pretty sure that Whiteside would report this to
the committee as some sort of violation of the full-cooperation rule.
Whiteside said, "All right, I can understand that." And in a louder voice
she said, "Okay, Cindy.  Have at it.  Do you need any props?" "Yes, I
probably need as many pillows as you've got back there.  Shall I get them?"
Whiteside agreed, "Yes, and Amy, you go along and help her carry them all
up here." Naked Amy could feel Cindy's tight grasp on her elbow as they
hopped down from the platform and walked to the back where all the pillows
were stored.  The two girls just glared at each other as they grabbed as
many pillows as they could hold.  When they got back to the stage, Cindy
said, "There are still several more back there.  Amy can get them while I
set up these." Amy glared at her, but did as she was told. Cindy arranged
the pillows in a long row so that one naked girl could lie on her side on
them, and then the other naked girl could lie on her side on the floor in
front.  She told Eva to lie on the pillows with her head to left and Amy on
the floor with her head to the right.  Next she said, "Okay, Eva, bring
your right leg down between Amy's legs.  I don't want your foot showing
because it would block the view of her pussy hair and slit; so, kind of
shove the foot in under her ass.  Now, Amy you do the same thing with your
upper leg and foot.  That's it; shove your foot in there almost into her
ass crack.  Now, I want to make sure that both of your cunts are showing
prominently." And Cindy moved the legs a bit bending them slightly more at
the knees and shoving a couple of pillows under Amy's butt.  Then she moved
each girl's upper arm behind the girl's back and told them to use their
other arm to prop up their head.  The legs of the two nude girls were now
intertwined showing the nice contrast between the skin colors.  Amy's thin
pubic strip was fully visible.  And all four breasts were in full view.
Cindy stood back, looked at the formation, and smiled.  Then she said, "One
more thing." And she dashed to the refrigerator in back and brought back an
ice cube.  She rubbed the ice cube on each of the four naked boobs, and the
nipples immediately responded.  She said, "I'll keep this ice here and I'll
use it again if the nipples soften up too much." Whiteside looked at Amy
and then at Eva, and she said, "Girls, are you comfortable?  If so, I'm
going to ask you to hold that for the rest of the hour and let the students
get going on their drawings." The two nudes quietly said, "Yes." Whiteside
then addressed the class, "Okay, you budding artists, please get started. I
want you to focus on the middle of this display of human flesh.  You can
draw the heads and the feet that are showing, but please don't add any
details to them.  I want the emphasis to be on the contours of the hips,
legs, and breasts.  Be sure to capture the sex organs as little valleys or
caves.  We're off to the California hills!  Allons-y!" After about 10
minutes, Cindy came back with the ice cube and stiffened up the nipples
again.  And a few minutes later, Whiteside brought out several large flesh
colored scarves and covered the girls heads and feet; she said to the
class, "I am seeing too much detail in the heads and feet of your drawings,
and so I'm covering them on the models.  Please focus on what you can see."
The veils didn't interfere with the girls' breathing, but Amy was concerned
about having her head covered, and she whispered to Whiteside, "Professor,
my punishment agreement with Dr.  Knoxx does not allow any covering except
panties.  So, could you please remove the scarf from my head?" Whiteside
whispered back at her somewhat angrily, "Amy, I have permission from Dr. 
Knoxx to use whatever props I want with you and that includes these veils.
So, your head stays covered." The time passed slowly, and the two nude
girls were getting stiff arms and legs.  Amy shifted her foot which was
under Eva's ass and Eva jumped a bit.  Amy whispered, "Sorry, Eva, but I
just needed to move that foot around a little bit.  If you need to do that
too, please go ahead." And Eva wiggled her toes which were right in Amy's
ass crack; both girls slightly giggled. Cindy came back two more times with
the ice cube to keep the four tits erect and nicely perky. Finally, the
bell rang and Whiteside came back up on the stage.  She said, "Okay, that's
all for today.  Let's show our appreciation for Cindy's creative pose and
our two models." The students clapped briefly, and Whiteside said, "That's
all for today." Eva and Amy unwound themselves from the intertwined pose
and stretched their stiff arms and legs.  Amy bent over to stretch her back
giving the students a full rear view of her ass and pussy, but she didn't
care.  Eva told her goodbye and left leaving Amy alone on the stage with
Whiteside. Whiteside looked at her and said, "Good job, Amy.  Now, please
put all of these pillows away.  And if you need to use the restroom, please
do so.  I don't want a repeat of yesterday's performance." Amy blushed as
she picked up an armload of pillows and walked them back to the storage
area.  As she was returning to the stage, she noticed a guy stop and stroke
her pink stripe panties hanging on the hook.  Their eyes briefly met, and
he quickly stuck his hand in his pocket and left.  She made three more
trips to store all of the pillows. Then she decided that to be on the safe
side she should use the toilet, but she didn't know where the women's
restroom was in the building.  She walked over to Whiteside who was making
some notes and said, "Professor, where is the ladies' room in this
building?" Whiteside gave her directions to the one in the basement. Amy
wondered if she could put on her panties for this trip to the restroom, but
she decided not to take the chance and walked naked down the narrow
stairway to the dingy basement hallway which was also very narrow.  A
couple of guys were laughing as they came out of the men's room, but they
stopped and stared as the pretty nude girl squeezed by them to get to the
ladies' room farther down the hall.  She did her business and returned to
the classroom for the 9 o'clock class. During her long, skin-to-skin pose
with Eva, Amy had felt a little bit of a tingle in her pussy, but she was
thankful that it wasn't as noticeable to others as it had been on Monday.
She had cleaned her pussy thoroughly in the restroom, and so she was ready
to go for the next class.  She just stood there waiting naked on the
platform with her arms at her sides. She was thankful that Whiteside did
not take the class outdoors again, and the hour passed rather uneventfully.
The two poses were rather explicit.  In the first one, Whiteside had her
lift her breasts by the nipples with her legs slightly apart.  For the
second one, the instructor told her to spread her pussy lips with one hand,
bend over slightly, and point with the other to her pussy.  Whiteside used
hairpins to keep her long dark hair from blocking the view of her slightly
hanging boobs; Whiteside also used another ice cube on Amy's nipples during
this pose.  Both poses were very embarrassing for Amy, but she followed
instructions. When the class ended, Amy checked with Whiteside for any
special instructions, but there were none, and so, Amy slid on her panties
and left.  She actually had a smile on her face, because she now had an
unallocated hour before her 11 AM journalism class.  This would be her only
"clothed" time of the day albeit the only clothes were the pink striped
panties, which she was coming to enjoy wearing.  She walked across the quad
to Becker Hall, and spent the next hour studying in the Journalism Library.

   Chapter 32 - Confronted by the Cop

   Her Modern Journalism class was routine, and the instructor actually let
them out about 5 minutes early at 11:45.  Amy left the building and walked
the short distance to the corner of 1st Street & Sylvester.  She looked
around for Beaupre's white Buick Century, and she spotted it on the other
side of the street.  But as she was crossing the street, she saw a lady
sitting in the driver's seat.  Wrong car.  She looked around and spotted
two other white Buicks, and she started to walk back towards the campus
sidewalk. Just then, she her someone say, "Hold it, right there, young
lady." She turned to find a city policeman approaching her, and he guided
her back onto the sidewalk. He said to her, "Ma'am, where are your clothes?
There is a city ordinance about indecent exposure, and I'm going to have to
take you in." Amy was stunned and stammered, "Oh, officer, I'm a student at
the university, and I'm being punished for streaking on campus.  The
punishment is that I cannot wear clothes for the next 10 days or so." He
said, "Well, you're not on campus now.  This is part of the city of
Crockett's Bridge, and we have our own laws.  Let me see your
identification." Amy got her student ID card and driver's license out of
her backpack and showed it to the officer.  He said, "Thanks, but you'll
have to come with me.  Please put your hands behind your back, and I'll
cuff them." Amy hesitated, and the man repeated, "Do it now, please." Amy
put the ID cards back in her backpack and held her hands behind her.  He
used metal cuffs with a lock, unlike the plastic cable ties that had been
used on her by the campus security officer. He told her, "Okay, thank you
for cooperating.  When we detain someone who is so provocatively dressed -
or undressed in this case - we suspect that she is soliciting, and we check
her for carrying drugs.  I'm going to check your backpack now." She started
to cry as he emptied her backpack onto the sidewalk.  Just books, her
wallet, cell phone, and assorted pens and pencils and other school
supplies. He went on, "Okay.  Nothing there.  But I need to check your
person.  Since you're not wearing many clothes, all I'm going to do here is
to look briefly into your underpants.  I won't pull them down, but I'll
just pull out the top and look inside, both front and back." She was crying
out loud now as he pulled out the panties and peered down inside.  He then
told her to spread her legs and he briefly patted her pussy through the
fabric.  A crowd was now beginning to gather around them.  The officer
said, "Okay, I'm going to take you downtown to the main police station, and
a female officer will do a cavity search to make sure you're clean.  Come
on, let's go." He repacked her backpack, picked it up, and grabbed her
elbow to guide her to the police van nearby. He opened the rear door of the
van, and she was stunned to see two grungy looking guys also in handcuffs.
And the two grungies gaped back at her as well.  One of them said with a
slur, "Hey baby, you comin' with us?" And the other one drawled, "I heard
about some chick named 'Underpants Annie' running around campus in her
panties.  Is that you?  Here, you can sit right next to me." Amy shook her
head and pleaded, "Oh no, please, officer, don't do this to me." And just
as she was about to step up into the van, she heard a familiar voice yell
out, "Officer, officer.  What's going on here?" Amy and the policeman
turned to see Dr.  Beaupre running up the sidewalk. As Beaupre arrived at
the police van, the cop said, "Sir, we suspect this woman is soliciting. 
Are you her customer?" Beaupre said, "Oh no, of course not.  I'm Dr. 
Pierre Beaupre, and I work in the Wytham Medical Research Institute on the
far side of campus.  Miss Suzuki is helping us with some, um, medical
experiments, and I am going to give her a ride to our building." He showed
the policeman his university ID badge and his driver's license. The
policeman was still suspicious and said to Beaupre, "Well, why is she
almost naked?  We can't have a naked lady walking our streets." Beaupre
told the cop about Amy's punishment confirming what Amy had told him
moments before, and seemingly what the drunk guy had also said.  Beaupre
glanced at the nearby bulletin board where Amy had posted one of the
notices several days earlier.  Beaupre ripped it off the board and handed
it to the officer.  Beaupre said, "This lady is Amy Suzuki, and she is the
person mentioned in this notice.  Please let her go." But the officer still
wasn't convinced.  He said, "But she's on city land now, and she must obey
our city laws." Beaupre said, "Actually, sir, she's on campus ground now.
This side of the street is part of Bancroft University." The officer
argued, "But she was on the other side a moment ago." But one of the nearby
students piped up, "Officer, I was watching the entire time, and she was
never on the opposite sidewalk.  She was in the street, but she was never
on the city sidewalk.  I assume that the city limit line is in the middle
of the street, and I don't think she ever crossed it." The officer said,
"What is your name young man?" The student said, "Brad Ashcroft, sir." And
then the officer said to the gathered crowd, "Can any of you confirm what
Mr.  Ashcroft said?  Did this woman stay on the campus side of the street?"
Several of the assembled students and faculty yelled, "Yes, he is right."
The officer sighed.  He realized that this would be a hard case to
prosecute, and he said to Amy, "Well, lady, you lucked out this time. 
Please observe our city laws when you are off campus.  Have a nice day." He
unlocked the cuffs and guided her over to Beaupre. Amy was still crying as
she climbed into Beaupre's car.  He gave her several Kleenexes, and she
wiped her eyes and mouth.  He said, "Amy, I'm so sorry about that.  I'm
glad that I got here just in time.  How long had you been waiting?  I
thought we agreed on 10 minutes before noon?" Amy nodded and with her voice
still breaking, she said, "11:50 is right.  But my journalism class got out
a few minutes early, and so I was here a couple of minutes before you
arrived, and that's when the cop stopped me.  I'm so happy that you got
here right on time; a minute later and I would have been gone downtown and
probably would have been put in jail.  Thank you, Dr.  Bo."

   Chapter 33 - Rightside Boob

   Beaupre started driving the car, and they didn't speak for a minute or
so.  Amy noticed that she was sitting on a newspaper, and she lifted her
butt and dragged it out.  It was the sports section open to the baseball
page.  Amy hadn't heard how her favorite team, the Boston Red Sox, had done
yesterday.  She quietly said, "Oh, darn it." Beaupre glanced over at her
with a puzzled look, and said, "What?" She said, "Oh, the Red Sox lost
yesterday 6-1 to Baltimore of all teams." Beaupre smiled and said, "Yeah, I
know.  I watched it on TV last night.  Are you a fan?" "Yep, I have been
since I was a little kid.  My Dad took me to at least one game every year
in Fenway until they started to sell out every single game a few years ago.
We just couldn't justify the expense of the high priced tickets." Beaupre
said, "I've never been to Fenway, but I watch or listen to almost every
game.  The Sox have pretty good pitching this year, but giving up six runs
to Baltimore is not a good night." They talked baseball for the next
several minutes and before she knew it, they had pulled into the Wytham
parking lot.  They continued talking as they walked into the building and
down the gloomy hallway to his office.  He was still complaining about the
pitching when he turned the handle of his office door.  Amy was just about
to step in side when he held up his hand and then pointed to the hook
outside the door.  She continued to listen to his rants as she slid off her
panties and hung them on the hook.  She was now naked as she followed him
into the waiting room area where the four other men were eating lunch. 
LaSalle, Newman, Cranfield, and Winstead looked up and smiled at the nude
girl and then went back to eating. Beaupre said, "Hello, team.  I just
found out that Amy here is a big Red Sox fan, and she has been politely
listening to my complaining about last night's game.  Amy, these guys are
all baseball fans as well, but Dr.  Newman there is kind of a traitor,
since he's a Yankee fan." Beaupre and Newman both laughed. The group
shifted their chairs around so that there was room to pull two more chairs
up to the table.  Beaupre pointed to a chair and handed her a sandwich from
the deli.  The naked girl sat down and joined the conversation and ate
lunch.  She marveled at the incongruity of it all; here she was the only
female and she was completely naked in an everyday conversation with 5 men
in lab coats.  Soon she would be poked and prodded in embarrassing places
by these men, but for now, she was just one of the gang even though she was
the only naked one. Cranfield said, "Amy, there's a guy on the Mariners
named Ichiro Suzuki.  Are you any related to him?" Amy smiled and said,
"He's one of my favorite non-Red Sox players; he is fantastic.  But no,
we're not related.  Suzuki is a very common name in Japan, and so there are
a lot of us in the world, but not many in the United States.  There is
another Suzuki playing for Oakland, Kurt Suzuki, and he's from Hawaii just
like my father.  But Dad didn't think there was any connection between that
family and ours either." Shortly, Beaupre looked at his watch, and said,
"Well, it's 12:30 and we've got a lot to do this afternoon.  Let's go down
to Cajun and get started." They all stood and tossed their trash in the
garbage can.  Then, naked Amy followed the 5 men in lab coats through the
maze of hallways.  If it hadn't been for the fun baseball conversation, she
would have felt like she was being led to the gallows, but now she felt
like she kind of trusted these guys. In the lab, Beaupre led Amy up to the
chair in the center of the stage, and she sat down.  Beaupre said, "Okay,
Amy, here's what we're going to do today.  We're going to run two different
experiments.  As I mentioned last week, we call these Single Point
Stimulation exercises.  Today, the first experiment will stimulate your
right breast and the second your clitoris." Amy squeezed her legs together
at the mention of her clit.  Beaupre continued, "Just like last week, we're
going to attach this suction device to your nipple and several sensors on
your body.  We'll run four sessions of 15 minutes each with a rest period
of 5 or 10 minutes between each session.  We only ran three sessions last
week, because of time constraints, but today we'll do four, which is what
we prefer.  That will take us up to about 2 o'clock, and then we'll let you
rest for over half an hour before we start the second experiment, which
I'll describe in more detail at that time.  How does that sound?  Any
questions before we start?" Amy looked at the friendly man, smiled, and
said, "Okay.  Let's do it." Beaupre smiled back and said, "Good.  Logan,
she's all yours." Cranfield came up with one of the tubes in his hands.  He
massaged her right breast and twisted the nipple several times.  Then, he
connected the suction cup to the nipple.  Next, he attached the sensors
with adhesive tape.  The two on her forehead and the ones above her breasts
were in the same position as last week.  But he then said, "Amy, since
you've shaved your pubic hair, we can attach the lower sensors closer to
your vagina, and that will give us more accurate readings.  Last week, we
only attached one sensor above your vagina, but today I'm going to attach
two, one on each side of the strip of pubic hair.  And then the two on your
inner thighs will be way up here." And he pointed to a spot right next to
the lowest point of her pussy lips.  She nodded and he said, "Okay, girl,
please spread your legs wide so I can do my work." She cringed at his lack
of tact, but she said nothing as he attached the sensors in her most
sensitive area. Cranfield sat back and surveyed the scene for a moment, and
then he double checked each of the attachments.  He was satisfied and said,
"Okay, Travis, flip the switches." He climbed down from the platform and
sat in one of the cushioned auditorium seats to observe Amy's reactions.
Amy just leaned back in the chair and put her feet up.  And she enjoyed the
pulsating sensation from the suction cup doing its work.  She was
immediately aroused, and again she hoped she wouldn't come in front of all
these men.  She kind of dozed through the 15 minute session, and she was
disappointed when Winstead turned off the machine. Cranfield came up and
removed all of the devices.  Beaupre said, "Very good, Amy.  How did that
feel?  Any different from last week?" She gave him an odd smile and said,
"Very pleasurable.  Same as the left breast." He said, "Okay.  Rest for a
few minutes, and then Logan will re-attach things for the next session."
The next three sessions went about the same way with Amy half-awake,
half-asleep, mostly enjoying the experience.  Afterwards as she was getting
up from the chair, she was groggy, but she was lucid enough to wonder if
Knoxx knew that this really isn't much of a punishment.  It was truly
embarrassing to have these men watch her naked body as it was stimulated,
but having her boobs kneaded like that felt very nice.  She had learned
something about herself from this experience; she really enjoyed breast
massage.  Her former boyfriend Josh had more of a "below-the-waist" focus
on her pussy, her tush, and her long pretty legs; he hadn't ignored her
boobs, but he never made her feel like this.  Could she find a man who
could "do" her tits like this machine did?  She smiled as she thought about
her upcoming date with Dwight.  She thought, "I sure hope it's more than
just a movie on Saturday night!" Beaupre helped her up from the chair and
he said, "Okay, Amy, that's the end of today's first experiment.  You've
provided us with some valuable data about breast stimulation.  And it looks
like you might have enjoyed the experience, too." She blushed and just
nodded.  "Now, let's go back to Bayou and we'll let you relax before we
start the second experiment." She was still in a bit of daze as she
followed Beaupre down the hall to the other so-called lab.  There were
several geeky looking interns watching the naked girl as she plodded down
the hall, but she was only vaguely aware of them. As they entered the lab,
Beaupre said, "Let's see, it's 2:15 right now.  How about if we come get
you at 3 o'clock?" He glanced at the clock on the wall, and he noticed that
it still read 8:10.  "Oh, phooey.  That thing is still unplugged.  I think
we're going overboard on this saving-energy kick." He walked over plugged
it in, and corrected the time; she just stood there motionless and watched
him.  He came back and said, "Okay.  You rest now.  Feel free to take a
shower or use the restroom down the hall.  There's water and snacks in the
refrig.  And I'll be back at 3.  All right?" She was still in her funk, but
she looked at him, smiled, and said, "Yes, 3 o'clock is fine." And she
walked over to the grungy couch and laid her naked body down on it.

   Chapter 34 - Clitoral Climax

   Beaupre hurried back to the Cajun lab and waved LaSalle and Newman over
to the auditorium seats away from the interns.  After they got seated
together, he said, "Okay, gentlemen, we now need to make a decision on how
to do the clitoris experiment.  Dennis, as you know, we've been putting off
that decision, but now is the time.  Patrick, just to fill you in, Dennis
and I have different ideas about which device to use on Miss Suzuki for the
clit experiment.  I want to use the nub on the small pad taped nearby on
her pubic mound, and Dennis wants to use the nub attached to a dildo
inserted in her vagina.  Also, we need to decide whether or not to use the
anal monitor.  Dennis, did I get that right?" LaSalle nodded.  Beaupre
continued, "Okay, let me present my case for the small pad.  The main idea
behind this series of experiments is to stimulate a single point, and I
think using a dildo would stimulate the vagina as well as the clitoris
whereas the small pad limits the stimulation to just the clitoris.  Okay,
Dennis, let's hear your side." LaSalle said, "I think that using a nub on a
dildo is closer to what happens during a real sex act with a penis.  I
think the extra stimulation from the dildo in the vagina is minimal, since
we won't be pistoning the dildo during the experiment.  Any thoughts,
Patrick?" Newman thought for a moment before saying, "I kind of agree with
both of you.  How about we do one session with the pad and another session
with the dildo?  We'll have time for two 30 minute sessions; let's do one
each way." LaSalle and Beaupre looked at each other and nodded.  Beaupre
said, "Sounds good to me.  Should we do the pad experiment first?" Both
Newman and LaSalle nodded. Beaupre said, "Good, that's decided.  Now, about
the anal monitor?  To me, I think we need to insert the anal monitor,
because it provides the best feedback about the contractions of the anal
sphincter during an orgasm.  And I think the clitoris experiment will cause
her to orgasm, unlike the breast experiments which we didn't think would
result in orgasm.  However, on the other hand, I don't think Miss Suzuki
will want to have something inserted in her anus, because she told us that
she's never had anal sex and she says it sounds repulsive.  Any thoughts?"
LaSalle said, "Another reason to use it is that Chancellor Knoxx asked us
to think of ways to make these experiments more intense as part of her
additional punishment for breaking the rules.  And the anal monitor is
certainly more intense than just the sensors on her skin.  I think we need
to keep Dr.  Knoxx happy, because we depend upon him to provide significant
funding for our research here.  I hate to base such a decision on anything
except science, but this is the real world, and money is part of it.  I
think we should figure out a nice way to tell Amy why we are using the anal
monitor.  Patrick?" Newman said, "I agree.  We should just tell her that
it's required for the experiment.  We shouldn't even let her know that we
considered not using it." Beaupre said, "Thank you, doctors.  I knew we
could figure this out.  It's about 2:40 now; we can let her rest for
another 20 minutes or so." * * * Amy woke up about 2:45.  She was still
feeling pretty good.  She decided to take a shower and use the toilet
before the next experiment.  As she padded naked down the hallway to the
restroom, a couple of geeky looking guys in lab coats looked at her and
smiled; for a change, she actually smiled back at them. Since Beaupre and
LaSalle had told her that the next experiment was on her clitoris, she made
sure to clean her pussy and asshole very well.  After drying off, she
wrapped the big towel around her for a moment; she wished she could wear it
as she walked back down the hallway, but clearly she could not do that. 
Reluctantly, she hung it back on the hook, and went out the door into the
hallway. The same two geeks were waiting outside the restroom.  They smiled
again, and one of them started to say something.  But Amy just gave them a
brief smile, shook her head and hand, and walked back to the lab called
"Bayou"; she could feel their stares on her bare ass. A couple of minutes
later, Beaupre returned and the two of them walked silently to the Cajun
lab.  He led her back to the strange chair with the hole in its seat.  Amy
smiled at him as she sat down over the hole. "Okay, Amy", Beaupre said. 
"We're going to do the clitoris experiment now.  And the setup for this one
is a little different.  In fact, we're going to run this one twice with a
different setup for each.  But for both sessions, we're going to cuff your
wrists and feet, and the reason is that this experiment requires a monitor
to be inserted in your anus, and we don't want you to hurt yourself as you
shift around." Amy gave a startled cry, "Oh, no." And she squeezed her butt
cheeks and legs together. In a soothing voice, Beaupre went on, "Amy, we'll
be very careful as we insert it, but it may hurt a bit as it's going in. 
Here let me show you what it looks like." He held up strange looking
device. "As you can see, there are two bulbs here right next to each other
on the short metal post.  The end bulb is inserted just inside beyond your
sphincter and the second is just outside so that they are kind of locked in
place and don't move around.  The bulbs detect contractions in your
sphincter as you approach orgasm, and the wire sends the information to the
computer console.  We are also going to attach the electronic sensors to
various parts of your body like we did earlier." She gave him a distressed
look, and he tried to calm her by patting her hand.  She asked, "Oh, do you
think I'm going to come all the way to orgasm during this experiment?" He
nodded his head and said, "Yes, we do.  Probably more than once." She
leaned her head back, closed her eyes, and sighed.  She had hoped to avoid
this extreme embarrassment, but it was not to be. He continued, "The
stimulation will be done by this little knob." He showed her a small black
pad with a softly bristled knob on it and a wire attached on the back of
the pad.  "We're going to attach this near your vaginal lips with adhesive
tape so that the knob is on your clitoris.  The knob oscillates a little
bit to stimulate you.  On the console, we can vary the oscillation rate and
see how you respond at different levels.  We will run the experiment for
about 30 minutes, and then let you rest for a while before running it
again. We'll ask you to remain in the chair while you rest; the anal
monitor will stay in, but we'll release your hands during that time.  Do
you have any questions before we start?" Her eyes were tearing up and she
said, "Oh, Dr.  Bo, this sounds really intense.  Do we have to?" Beaupre
looked down at her and said somewhat sternly, "Oh, Amy.  I heard Dr.  Knoxx
say the other day that you have the ultimate choice here, but if you want
to stay in college here, then you have to accept the punishment, and these
experiments are what we and Dr.  Knoxx have agreed to as part of the
punishment.  So, yes, I'm afraid that you have to do this.  But please
remember that you will be providing us with very useful information for our
research.  And we will be very careful to keep you as comfortable as
possible and to not hurt you.  However, I can call Dr.  Knoxx now, if you
wish." Amy gave him a pleading look with her wet eyes, but she realized
that she had no choice.  She just shook her head. Beaupre said, "Okay.  Any
questions about the experiment?" She was still upset, but she asked, "Will
the thing in my butt vibrate?" He replied, "No, it is just a monitor to
record information about the contractions.  The number of contractions, the
strength, the length of time, etc.  Anything else?" She slowly shook her
head and weakly said, "Go ahead." "Okay, Logan, let's get her hooked up",
Beaupre said.  "I'll connect the cuffs and straps." Beaupre spread her legs
and attached a cuff to each ankle, and he put her hands in the cuffs on the
arms of the chair.  And he brought up some straps from the sides of the
chair, wrapped them under and around her thighs a couple of inches down
from her pussy, and then attached them back to the sides of the chair so
that her pussy was visible and accessible between her legs.  And he
attached a wide fabric strap across her stomach. Meanwhile, Cranfield lubed
up the bulbs on the monitor, and after she was securely strapped down, he
said, "Dr.  Beaupre is going to reach in under the back of the chair and
spread your butt cheeks, and I'm going to reach under from the side and
insert this now." She could feel two hands spread her cheeks, and then the
cool bulb being pressed against her asshole.  Cranfield pushed and wiggled
the device, but it wouldn't go in.  So, he asked her to press down as if
taking a shit to open the sphincter just a little bit and the bulb slipped
into place in her ass.  Amy winced a bit as it went in. Next Cranfield
taped on the electronic sensors in several places.  On her forehead, her
thighs near the straps, on her breasts, and on her arms.  And finally, he
said, "And now the stimulating device." And he spread her upper pussy lips
to expose her clitoris.  Amy squirmed but said nothing at his touch on such
an intimate spot.  He placed the soft bristled knob on her clit and then
taped the pad off to the left side of her strip of pubic hair. Cranfield
stood back and all of the men looked closely at the strapped down naked
girl.  Her nipples were already hard, and her tummy rose and fell as she
breathed heavily.  Beaupre glanced up at the console and said, "All right,
Travis, go ahead and get her started." As Winstead turned the dial, Amy's
eyes widened, her head jerked back against the headrest, and she let out a
moan as the knob began to oscillate slowly on her clit. For the next twenty
minutes, Winstead adjusted the oscillation rate up and down as Beaupre
instructed, and the collection of men watched the naked girl squirm in her
bonds as she came twice.  The smell of her secretions filled the room.  She
was sweating profusely, her nipples were rock solid, and she turned her
head from side to side as she moaned loudly. Beaupre said, "Okay, Travis,
let's speed it up again to bring her to orgasm one last time for this
session." As the little nub pulsated faster and faster, Amy moaned again,
"Aaahhh, Ohhh, . . ." and she breathed even more heavily with her tummy and
breasts rising and falling.  Her eyes widened dramatically and her whole
body spasmed.  Her butt rose up from the chair as far as her bonds would
allow it to move.  Her vaginal juices were flowing freely from her pussy
lips. Beaupre alternated his gaze between the console screens and the
sexually aroused young woman.  And after a couple of minutes, he told
Winstead, "Okay, let's bring her down slowly to end this session." Amy
continued to quiver and squirm for the next few minutes as she slowly
returned to the real world. Beaupre came over next to the chair and said to
her, "Hey, Amy, how are you doing?" She stammered, "Ok---aaaay, I
g-g-gu----esss.  It f-f-f----eeeels sooo we---ird.  I c-c-caaa---me, didn't
I?" He replied, "Yes, three times." She hung her head in embarrassment; she
tried to lift her arms to hide her face, but they were still strapped down.
Beaupre went on, "Here, let me undo those arm straps." After her arms were
free, he gave her a moment to stretch and wipe her face.  Then, she tried
to get up from the chair, but he put his hand on her shoulder and said,
"Please rest here for a moment, and we can talk about what's next." She
smoothed back her hair and then looked down at her hard nipples.  And then
farther down to the black pad near her pussy.  And farther down still to
the straps on her thighs and the cuffs on her widely spread feet. She
slowly said, "Dr.  Beaupre, . . .  Are . . .  we done f--or t-t-oday?  Can
I go . . .  home . . .  now?" "No, Amy.  We have another experiment to do
today.  We want you to rest here in the chair for the next 15 or 20
minutes, and then we'll do the other experiment.  But if you really want to
get up from the chair to stretch or use the restroom, we will have to
remove the anal monitor.  And then we'll have to put it back in before the
next session.  That could be uncomfortable for you, but we'll do it if you
want us to." She shook her head and said, "No, I'll just stay here and
rest." He replied, "Okay, good.  But we'll remove the sensors and the pad
since they are easy to do." Cranfield removed the pad that was stimulating
her clit and then the sensors from her body.  Amy lay back in the chair and
closed her eyes. She sort of napped, half asleep, half awake for the next
10 minutes.  Beaupre tapped her on her shoulder and she opened her eyes. 
She looked at what he was holding and it took her a moment to focus on it.
Her eyes widened in shock.

   Chapter 35 - Clitoral Climax - Again

   Beaupre was holding a penis shaped dildo, and he said, "Amy, let me
describe the next experiment.  We're going to stimulate your clitoris
again, but in a slightly different setup.  We're going to insert this into
your vagina, and then, position this little nub over your clitoris.  It
will oscillate just like the one on the black pad did earlier." And he
pointed out the little knob near the base of the dildo.  "Only the nub will
move; the dildo will not vibrate.  If you're ready, we'd like to get
started, because we are a bit short of time.  We want to finish up by 4:15
so you have time to rest and shower before I drive you over to Kameron Hall
for your 5 o'clock meeting." Her eyes started to water, but she just nodded
and said, "Go ahead." "Logan, please get her hooked up again", Beaupre
said. Beaupre re-attached the cuffs on her wrists, and Cranfield attached
the sensors to the same places as before - forehead, thighs, breasts, and
arms.  Cranfield stepped out of the way, and Beaupre placed the tip of the
dildo at her pussy lips.  He said, "Okay, Amy, here it goes." He spread her
pussy lips with his fingers and shoved the dildo into her vagina.  Her eyes
widened again and she gasped as it entered her.  And she gasped again when
he twisted it just a bit to position the little knob over her clit.  He
said, "All right, it's in place, but to hold it there, I'm going to inflate
it just a bit so that it doesn't shift around in your vagina." He attached
a tube to the base of the dildo and squeezed a handle to inflate the dildo
much like adding air to car tires.  She breathed heavily as the dildo
filled her private place.  Then, Beaupre attached the wire to the dildo to
power the oscillating knob.  He double checked everything and twisted the
dildo ever so slightly so that the knob was on her clitoris. He looked up
at Winstead at the console and said, "Okay, Travis.  Start it up." She
gasped and let out a moan as the little nub started to oscillate on her
clit. As before, the men varied the oscillation rate and watched her come
two more times.  Her entire body shook each time, and she raised her back
up from the chair as if pushing her tits to the heavens.  Her long dark
hair now covered her face, and Beaupre brushed it to the sides so they
could watch her pretty face as she came the second time. After 20 minutes,
Beaupre gave the signal to slow it down and eventually stop oscillating. 
He told Cranfield and Winstead, "Okay, guys, let her rest for a few minutes
before disconnecting everything.  But be sure to continue to collect the
readings from the sensors and the anal monitor as she winds down." After
another 5 minutes or so, Beaupre spoke to the still quivering naked girl,
"Amy, we're finished.  Are you okay?" Amy squinted at him through her
watering eyes and said, "Yessss, I . . .  th-th-i---nk I'm o--kay." Beaupre
said, "Okay, I'm going to remove the device from your vagina." He let the
air out of the inflated dildo and slowly pulled it out of her slopping wet
pussy.  Then he said, "Okay, Logan, remove the monitor." Cranfield came
over and said to her, "Amy, please press down again as if doing a bowel
movement, and I'll pull out the device." It took two tries, but the
sphincter finally opened enough for him to pull the bulb out of her ass. 
And then he removed the sensors. Finally, Beaupre unhooked the cuffs and
straps.  And he said, "Okay, Amy you can get up now." The nude girl wobbled
as she stood on her unsteady legs.  Beaupre held her elbow for a moment so
that she could regain her footing.  He guided her over to a folding chair
near the console, and she sat down again.  She looked dully around the room
and at the computer screens on the console as she slowly regained her
composure. Beaupre said, "Amy, why don't you go take a quick shower and
then I'll drive you back?" Amy looked at him and smiled.  "Thanks, a shower
sounds really good about now." And she got up and slowly made her way out
of the lab, down the hallway, and into the shower in the ladies' room.  She
pinned her long hair up so that it wouldn't get any wetter than it already
was and then let the warm water wash over her body.  She washed her pussy
and asshole especially well.  After the shower, she sat for a couple of
minutes on the restroom bench wrapped in the big fluffy towel.  She
treasured the few minutes alone with her pretty naked body under nobody's
gaze except her own. She dropped the towel in the hamper and made her way
back to the lab where the 5 men were waiting for her. Beaupre said, "Feel
better?" She nodded.  He continued, "Good.  Let's go back, get your things,
and we'll get going.  It's going to be tight, but we'll get you to Kameron
by 5." The 5 men in their white lab coats and the completely naked young
lady made the circuitous trip through the hallways back to his office.  But
when they got to the door, Amy saw that the hook was empty.  Her pink
striped panties were gone! Amy started to cry.  After all that she had been
through this afternoon, and now she had to deal with this.  She said
through her tears, "Oh no, where are they?" Beaupre looked at the other men
who just shook their heads.  He gave the two interns additional glares, and
they shook their heads more emphatically.  And he glanced up and down the
hallway, but there was no one else there right now.  He said to the sobbing
girl, "Amy, I'm so sorry about this.  Do you have another pair in your
backpack?" She continued to cry and said, "No, the only panties I can wear
are in the Chancellor's office." Beaupre said, "Oh dear.  Well, let's get
you a towel to wrap around yourself, and I'll take you to the
administration building." The naked girl shook her head and said, "No,
that's not allowed.  I'll just have to go like this.  Where's my backpack?
Is it still in the office?" LaSalle nodded and said, "Yes, Amy, it's still
in there.  I'll go get it." A moment later he returned with her backpack in
hand. Beaupre said, "Okay, Amy, let's go.  We've got to hurry." And the
well-dressed doctor and the very naked girl walked down the hall, through
the lobby with the assembled collection of interns, out the front door, and
into the parking lot. As she opened the car door, she said, "Dr.  Bo, I'm
still wet down there, and I don't want to mess up your car seat.  Do you
have a towel or something for me to sit on?" He scoffed and waved his hand
and said, "Amy, don't worry about it.  Just get in."

   Chapter 36 - Traffic Causes a Violation

   As they were pulling out of the parking lot, Beaupre looked at the long
line of cars and said, "Uh oh, there's a traffic jam.  I don't think we're
going to make it there by 5 o'clock." Amy started to cry again.  She
couldn't be late to the meeting; they would punish her for that.  What to
do? Beaupre looked over at the sobbing girl and said, "Amy, it will be all
right.  Do you have your cell phone?" She just nodded.  "Okay, call Dr. 
Knoxx's office and then hand the phone to me, and I'll explain." Amy dialed
the number, waited for the secretary to answer, and gave Beaupre the phone.
Beaupre said into the phone, "Hello, Mrs.  Duckworth.  This is Dr.  Pierre
Beaupre of Wytham Institute.  I'm driving Ms.  Suzuki to your office right
now for the 5 o'clock meeting, but we're tied up in traffic.  Please tell
Dr.  Knoxx that she'll be a few minutes late, but that it is not her
fault." He listened for the secretary's brief reply and then said, "Thanks.
Goodbye." Amy continued to cry quietly.  She now had two potential
violations that would be discussed in the meeting; being late for the
meeting and losing her panties - and neither were her fault.  She looked at
the friendly doctor and said, "Dr.  Bo, could you please come in with me to
the meeting?  At least for the beginning?  An explanation coming from you
rather than just me would help a lot." He smiled at her and said, "Sure,
Amy, I can do that." "Thank you", she said.  She got some Kleenex from her
backpack and wiped her eyes.  She also wanted to wipe her pussy, but that
would be too embarrassing to do here in his car in front of him. The rush
hour traffic persisted, and they didn't reach Kameron Hall til 5:05.  He
parked in a spot marked for visitors, and they walked up the steps into the
lobby.  Naked Amy got lots of stares from the faculty and staff that were
leaving for the day.  And again she was surprised how many people were
riding the elevator up rather than down at that time of day.  As the
elevator reached the seventh floor, she felt a quick squeeze on her bare
butt cheek as she was getting off the elevator. Beaupre and the nude girl
walked into Knoxx's reception room at 5:10 PM, ten minutes late.  Knoxx and
Laird were sitting in the leather chairs chatting as they entered.  Knoxx
gave her a startled look and said, "Well, Miss Suzuki, why are you nude? 
Where are your panties?  And hello, Dr.  Beaupre, nice to see you, but why
are you here?" Beaupre shook hands with Knoxx and Laird. Beaupre glanced at
Amy and nodded as if to indicate that she should go first.  Amy said,
"Hello, sir.  My panties were stolen while I was at Wytham this afternoon.
And Dr.  Beaupre offered to come along to explain what happened and to
explain why I'm ten minutes late now." "Very well, please come in", Knoxx
said. Naked Amy took her usual spot standing in front of Knoxx's desk,
Beaupre sat on the couch behind her, and Laird sat off to the side. Knoxx
kind of sniffed his nose and looked at her noticeably wet pussy.  He said,
"Miss Suzuki, I can detect that unique feminine odor again.  Are you
sexually aroused now?" Amy blushed a bright red and said, "Yes, I am still
a little bit turned on after today's experiments." "Do you want to clean
yourself up a little bit before we start?" Amy nodded and Knoxx handed her
a box of Kleenex tissues.  Amy was really embarrassed as she grabbed a
handful of tissues and wiped her pussy in front of the 3 men. Knoxx said,
"Okay, we only had a couple of things on the agenda for today, but now
we'll add a couple of others.  We'll discuss those with the good doctor and
then let him be on his way.  Okay, Dr.  Beaupre, Miss Suzuki says that her
panties were stolen at Wytham.  Can you please explain?" Beaupre said,
"Well, she hung them on the hook in the hallway outside my office as
required about noon today, but when we finished the experiments about 4:45,
I guess it was, her panties were not there when we returned to my office.
My staff and I didn't really have time to go looking for them, and I
suspect that would have been a fruitless exercise anyway." Knoxx replied,
"Okay, well, it's probably not a big deal since I'll be giving her a clean
pair of panties at the end of this meeting anyway.  But, Miss Suzuki, it
does present a problem for the panty auction next week.  What will we do
about auctioning off today's panties, since you don't have them?" Amy said,
"Umm, I don't know, sir." Knoxx said, "Well, let's see.  Those were brand
new panties, right?" She nodded, and he continued, "How about having you
buy a replacement pair of identical panties?  And then we'll auction off
those replacement panties along with an explanation of what happened to
today's originals." She nodded again; he went on.  "But this time, I want
you to purchase them yourself rather than sending someone else into the
store.  Understood?" She blushed and meekly said, "Yes, sir." He reached
under his desk, and she was surprised to see him bring up the Victoria's
Secret shopping bag with all of the torn open packages.  He had saved the
old packaging material!  She suspected that he wanted to keep the cardboard
inserts that had a picture showing a nearly naked model wearing the same
panties that were originally in the packages.  The old pervert!  But she
said nothing as he sorted through the packages and found the package for
the pink striped panties.  He handed the package and the cardboard insert
to Amy and said, "Okay, use this to get an identical pair." She agreed and
shoved it into her backpack. Knoxx said, "Okay, Dr.  Beaupre.  You had
something else to say?  Something about a traffic jam?" Beaupre replied,
"Yes.  I wanted to apologize for Amy being late for this meeting.  It
wasn't her fault.  I guess it was my fault, but the traffic is not usually
that heavy at 5 o'clock; if it had been normal, she would have been here on
time." Knoxx said, "Okay.  I'll buy that, but before running all of the
experiments this afternoon, did you discuss the timing of the afternoon's
events with Miss Suzuki?" Beaupre wasn't sure what Knoxx was getting at,
but he said, "Umm, yes, we discussed ahead of time what experiments we
would run, how long they would take, and how much rest time there would be
afterwards." Knoxx looked at Amy and said, "Miss Suzuki, you're a smart
young lady, and you could have figured out that it might be a tight
schedule to get you back here by 5 o'clock.  So, even though I understand
about the traffic jam, I think you could have made sure there was enough
slop time in the schedule to allow for such a delay.  And so I can't let
you off the hook completely on this." Amy gave a little gasp and she felt
her eyes starting to tear up again.  So, she was going to be punished for
this, too.  She weakly replied, "Yes, sir.  I understand and I'm sorry."
Knoxx then said, "Okay, that's cleared up.  Now, Dr.  Beaupre, since you're
here, maybe you can comment about Miss Suzuki's brush with the law earlier
today.  I heard about it through the grapevine, and I guess I'd first like
to hear Miss Suzuki describe what happened." Amy spent a few minutes
describing the noontime event.  Getting out early from class, looking for
the white Buick, being apprehended by the cop, being handcuffed and
questioned, Beaupre arriving just in time, etc. Knoxx said, "Okay, thanks.
Dr.  Beaupre, anything to add?" "No, I'm just glad that I got there when I
did.  A minute later, and it would have been too late." Knoxx then said,
"Miss Suzuki, you said they were threatening to take you downtown.  I would
have thought that indecent exposure would just be some sort of ticket or
citation.  Why take you downtown?" Amy said, "The cop thought I might be a
prostitute and so I might be carrying drugs." She could tell where this was
going; he wanted to use this opportunity to embarrass her just a little bit
more.  But she didn't know how to sidetrack this discussion. Knoxx smirked,
"A prostitute!  Oh, good heavens.  And I assume that you were not carrying
any drugs?" "Of course not!" "But did he search you?" Amy answered, "Yes,
he emptied my backpack." Knoxx went on, "Anything else?  Did he pull down
your panties?" Amy blushed, "No, but he did pat in the crotch from
underneath and he pulled them out in front and back and peered down
inside." "But why take you downtown?" "Well, he said they would have a
female officer do a cavity search." "Oh, you mean in your vagina and in
your anus?" And he stared at her still damp pussy as he said this. Amy
blushed even brighter and said, "Yes, I assume that's what he meant." He
had succeeded in his attempt to embarrass her in front of friendly Dr. 
Beaupre. Knoxx just said, "Okay, I understand what happened now." But he
realized that he had made a mistake.  He had not informed the city police
department about this second nearly naked student.  They knew about Eva
Cobb, but since she was only naked in Wakefield Hall, the police would
probably never encounter her in the nude anyway.  But Knoxx hadn't told
them about Amy Suzuki.  He would do that after this meeting, but he decided
not to tell Amy.  He just wanted her to add the city policemen as another
thing for her to worry about for these next 10 days.  He just said, "Well,
Miss Suzuki, you'll have to be on your toes to avoid such confrontations
with the city police." Knoxx turned to Beaupre and said, "Well, doctor, I
guess that's all for today.  We'll be in touch with you in the next few
days about next Thursday's experiments with her." Amy's ears perked up when
she heard this, because she didn't quite know what was going on here, but
she said nothing and continued to stand naked in front of the desk. Beaupre
shook hands with Knoxx and Laird, and he said, "Goodbye, Amy.  Thanks for
all of the useful data you provided us today, and I'll see you next week."
The naked girl quietly said, "Goodbye, Dr.  Bo."

   Chapter 37 - Alone with Knoxx and Laird

   Now that the friendly man was gone, Amy was alone naked with these two
creepy old guys.  She remained standing there as they took their seats. 
Both of them spent a few seconds scanning the beautiful nude body up and
down before Knoxx commented, "You know, Miss Suzuki, it seems your list of
infractions is starting to grow again.  Needing to pee the other day while
posing and now being late for this meeting.  There may be others that we
don't know about yet.  So, we'll discuss those at another meeting.  But in
the meantime, you really need to be more careful." Amy gulped but she just
stood there with her hands at her sides. Knoxx went on, "Well, why don't
you tell us about your day so far?  We've heard about your run-in with the
policeman, but we haven't heard about posing in art class or the
experiments at Wytham." Amy spent several embarrassing minutes describing
the explicit poses that she and Eva had done in the first class and the
ones that she had done alone in the second art class.  And then she was
even more embarrassed as she described the right nipple experiment and the
two clit experiments that had been done at Wytham.  By the time she
finished, her pussy was pretty wet again.  She was confused why talking to
these two creeps would turn her on again.  Knoxx noticed it as well, and he
silently handed her another handful of tissues which she used to wipe her
pussy again. Knoxx said, "Okay, thanks for telling us about your
experiences today.  Now, as we told you the other day, we want you to keep
a kind of diary describing what has happened in your life since the
streaking incident last Monday - actually, a week ago Monday.  And then
you'll use that to write up a 'one-sheet' document for each day and that
page will be included in the auction for the panties worn that day. 
Remember that?" Amy said, "Yes, I do.  I have been doing the diary since
you told me to, and I've gone back and filled in the previous days as best
I could remember them." Knoxx smiled, "Ah, very good, Miss Suzuki.  I'm
glad to hear that you are at least taking that part of your punishment
seriously." Amy was irritated by this remark; all of this punishment had
been very important to her, and she was certainly taking it seriously. 
Knoxx went on, "Could you bring in the diary for tomorrow's meeting so we
can look at it?  What form is it in?" Amy said, "Yes, I can bring it in. 
I've been writing it as a RTF file using Microsoft Word.  I'll print it out
for tomorrow." "Great.  Now, how about a sample of one of those 'panty
one-sheets' for the auction?" "Yeah, I can put together one of those
tonight as well and bring it in tomorrow", she said. Knoxx replied, "Again,
very good.  Do you have any questions about that?" She said, "Actually, I
do.  You said you wanted me to kind of focus on my underwear in the diary
and the one-sheets.  Specifically when I put them on and took them off. 
Right?" He nodded.  She continued, "Well, and this is kind of embarrassing,
but should I include the times that I slid them part way down to use the
toilet?" Knoxx and Laird looked at each other and kind of shook their
heads. Knoxx said, "No, I don't think we need that level of detail.  Thanks
for asking, though.  But be sure to include all of your community service
activities and when you took off your panties for those projects." Amy just
nodded.  She had assumed that they wanted this, and she had done that.
After a pause, Knoxx said, "Well, the only other thing is to give you some
panties to wear.  Tyson, do you have anything?" Laird replied, "Yes, I do.
Miss Suzuki, next week is finals week, and we should know what your
schedule of final exams will be so we can keep track of your activities. 
What is your exam schedule?" Amy thought for a moment and said, "Umm, let's
see, Psych is Monday morning, none for Public Speaking, and, umm, I can't
remember exactly.  Can I look in my notebook?" Laird nodded and Amy bent
down to get her note pad out of her backpack.  She had to rummage around
for a bit, because the policeman had scrambled things up in her backpack
when he stuffed them back in after the search.  The two men admired her
bare butt and pussy lips as she looked for the note pad.  She finally found
it and flipped through it to find the right page. She said, "Okay, Monday
10AM til noon, General Psychology.  Wednesday 2PM to 4PM, Formal Logic. 
And Thursday 10AM to noon, Modern Journalism.  Those are the only real
in-the-classroom exams.  But I have take-home exams for Advanced English
Literature and News & Feature Composition.  Both of the take-home exams
must be done by next Friday.  And as I said, there is no final exam for
Public Speaking." Laird said, "Thanks.  We will probably need to schedule
some additional community service for your other infractions, and we will
be sure to fit them around your final exams and leave time for you to study
for them as well." Amy thought sarcastically to herself, "Gee, you mean
that you creeps are actually concerned about my education.  It seemed like
the only purposes of this university were for you perverts to get to look
at my naked body as often as you can and for you to find ways to embarrass
the hell out of me." But she just smiled wanly at him. Knoxx said, "Well,
Miss Suzuki, I can see you're still damp, and I guess we need to give you
some panties to cover it up.  Here are some yellow panties.  And here is
the box of tissues again." She blushed again as she cleaned herself and
then slipped on the panties. Knoxx said, "Well, good night, Miss Suzuki. 
Oh, and please don't lose those yellow panties." He chuckled as he said the
last part. She just nodded as she picked up her backpack and left. * * *
After dinner, Amy decided to work on the diary so she could show it to
Knoxx the next day.  This was an easy job for her, since she was very good
and very quick at composition.  Writing was the part of journalism that she
liked the best; it just came naturally to her, and she was able to write a
news story very quickly.  And this diary was much like a news story.  It
only took her an hour to get the diary into a reviewable form and another
10 minutes to whip out a sample one-sheet for the panty auction.  As much
as she detested having to document such personal things, she was glad to
have this done so easily. About 8 PM, her cell phone rang.  She didn't
recognize the number, but since it was from a campus phone, she decided
she'd better answer it anyway.  "Hello?" "Hi, Amy?  This is Mindy
Rafferty", the voice said. Amy had to pause for a moment to remember where
she had heard this name.  "Yes, this is Amy." Mindy said, "You don't know
me, but I'm the head cheerleader, and Chancellor Knoxx said you'd be
helping us out at the baseball game on Sunday." Amy now remembered and
said, "Yes, it's on my calendar, and I guess there's a practice tomorrow
night?" "Yep, and that's what I'm calling about.  We're going to practice
at 7 o'clock at the field house for an hour and half or so.  Is that
convenient for you?" Amy thought, "No, it's not convenient, but I don't
have a choice." But aloud she said, "Yes, Mindy, that's fine with me.  I'll
be there." Amy was about to say goodbye and hang up when Mindy said, "Ummm,
Amy, I'm not quite sure how to say this, but, umm, Dr.  Knoxx wants you to
be naked for the practice and for the baseball game.  He says it's part of
your punishment for streaking last week.  If you didn't already know about
that, I'm sorry that I'm the person who had to tell you.  I tried to talk
him out of it.  Since I know that you're allowed to wear, umm, panties
around campus, I even suggested that you might wear dark green cheerleader
panties like the rest of us girls so that you would kind of, ummm, blend in
a tiny bit, but he insisted on nudity.  Again, I'm very sorry, because I
know it will probably be embarrassing for you." Amy was relieved to hear
the sympathetic tone in her voice and said, "Thanks, Mindy.  I was afraid
that nudity might be required, but I didn't know for sure.  And I apologize
in advance for any distraction that my nakedness will cause at the practice
or at the game itself.  It is indeed embarrassing to be naked in front of
so many people, but I don't really have any choice." Mindy said, "Okay,
Amy. We will all do our best to make this as painless for you as possible.
See you tomorrow evening.  Bye." Amy said goodbye and hung up the phone. 
She shuddered a bit at the thought of being a naked cheerleader. She spent
the rest of the evening doing homework for her last day of classes, and she
did the essays required for the take-home English Lit final.  About 11
o'clock, Linda returned, and the two friends had a light-hearted chat about
their classwork.  At midnight, Amy she crossed another day off her calendar
and plopped herself down on top of her bed and went to sleep.  She dreamed
of lacy brassieres, frilly nighties, cocktail dresses, and even jogging
shoes - all things that were stored only a few feet from her bed, but which
were currently denied to her.

   May 11, Friday

   Chapter 38 - More Pussy Poses

   Amy was almost late for Friday morning art class, because she realized
that she needed to shave her pubic area and legs.  But she arrived in the
classroom a minute or so before 8 AM.  She quickly slid off her yellow
panties, hung them on the hook, and hurried to the stage to join Eva and
Dr. Whiteside.  As she took her spot next to Whiteside, the instructor
smiled and lightly squeezed her left butt cheek. Whiteside said, "Bonjour,
class.  As you remember, the other day I asked you to think about ways to
pose these beautiful nude women in ways to emphasize their usually hidden
assets." She pointed to Eva's right breast and Amy's pussy as she said
this. "And one of the ideas was the Dutch boy plugging the hole in the
levee, and we're going to do a variation of that idea today.  Amy, please
go back and get as many pillows as you can.  Oh, Eva, why don't you help
her?" Reluctantly, the two naked girls went back to the storage area and
came back with big arm loads of pillows.  Whiteside told them to pile them
on the platform. "Okay, good.  Eva, please lie down on the pillows on your
right side facing the class.  Spread your legs just a little bit." Eva
followed her instructions, and Whiteside positioned her legs so that her
pussy was slightly open.  The instructor then said, "Okay, Eva, with your
right hand, point off to the side of the room and look in the same
direction.  That's it.  Lift your arm just a bit more.  Left arm behind
your butt.  Very good." Whiteside came over and took Amy by the hand and
led her to a spot near Eva's feet.  Whiteside said, "Okay, Amy, lie on the
floor in the same position, and extend your right hand the same way except
I want you to poke it into Eva's vagina, maybe up to your first knuckle."
Amy blushed as she took her position, and she felt Eva flinch as her finger
entered the honey-blonde's pussy. Whiteside made some adjustments including
spreading Amy's legs a bit wider and stacking some more pillows behind
Amy's butt and legs.  Amy was now gazing right into Eva's pussy.  Whiteside
said, "Okay, ladies, hold that pose, and then in 10 minutes or so, we'll
have you switch positions.  And class, please start your sketches.  This
will be the only pose for the day, and so I want your sketches to show some
nice detail of their faces, breasts, pussies, and feet." The girls switched
positions several times during the hour long class.  By the end, both
girls' pussies were extremely damp, and there was a noticeable aroma of
"natural female perfume" in the air.  Both Amy and Eva were blushing as
they wordlessly cleaned themselves up at the end of the class.  As Eva
left, she whispered to Amy, "Sorry about that.  See you Monday." Amy just
nodded and remained naked on the stage. After the students left, Whiteside
came up on the stage, smiled at Amy, and said, "Nice job today, Amy.  You
and Eva make a nice pair.  Do you need to use the restroom?" Amy shook her
head.  "Good.  Just leave the pillows here for this next class.  Also, for
the next class, I want your clitoris showing between your lips.  Please do
whatever you have to do to get that sensitive little nub to be visible for
the next class.  And then keep it that way while you're posing.  It
shouldn't be too difficult for you considering what you and Eva just
experienced together.  N'est pas?" Amy gave her a stunned look and opened
her mouth to object.  But then she slowly closed her mouth and looked down
at her pussy.  Without saying a word, she turned around, put her hands
between her legs, and lifted the tiny hood over her clit.  But at that
instant, Whiteside smacked her hard on the butt; the slap echoed throughout
the classroom, and Whiteside said, "Hey, my naked friend, you're not
supposed to cover up or hide.  You'd better turn around and face the
class." Amy felt the tears welling in her eyes, but she followed
Whiteside's instructions.  She looked out at the classroom and noticed that
several students from the upcoming class were watching her and Whiteside.
But she pulled out her tiny clit and started stroking it with her face and
chest blushing a bright red.  Whiteside looked at the naked girl, smiled,
and said, "Bon.  Get yourself ready and I'll be back when the rest of the
students are settled in." For the next few minutes, Amy continued to
massage her clit as the watching students snickered.  Then, Whiteside came
back up on stage and said, "Good morning, class.  For today's sketching, I
want you to focus on Amy's vagina, and if you look closely, you will see
her clit showing." And Whiteside got down on her knees, looked at Amy's
pussy, and lightly brushed her exposed clit; Amy resisted the urge to move
back away from Whiteside's fingertip.  Whiteside continued, "Make sure that
your sketches emphasize her little pleasure nub.  Now, Amy, the pose I want
you to do for the entire hour is what dancers often do at the end of a
performance.  That is, arms spread, one up, one down, and legs also spread
with one kind of on tiptoe.  Your pussy will be nicely displayed for the
class.  We'll let you rest every 10 minutes or so and that will also give
you a chance to sharpen up your clit, so to speak.  Okay, do it.  And be
sure to smile." Amy took the required position, glanced down to make sure
her clit was showing, and then looked out at the class and forced herself
to smile.  The hour passed slowly, and she had to massage her clit during
each of the rest periods to keep it erect and visible. At the end of the
hour, Whiteside came back up on stage and dismissed the class.  She said to
the embarrassed and naked girl, "Merci beaucoup, Amy.  Your little pleasure
center performed well today.  Now, before you leave, please return all of
the pillows to the storage area.  See you Monday, bright and early."
Without a word, Amy grabbed an armload of pillows and carried them to the
back of the room.  It took two more trips for the naked girl to carry all
of the pillows through the departing students; she felt a light swat and a
slight squeeze on her butt cheeks from a couple of the guys as she made her
way down the aisle and back.  Then, she slipped on her panties and left. 
She was glad to have her pussy and clit covered, at least for the next
several hours.

   Chapter 39 - Cheerleading Practice

   Amy's last day of regular classes at Bancroft went smoothly, and even
her naked meeting with Knoxx at 5 o'clock was mostly routine.  She gave
Knoxx her little diary and the sample of the panty one-sheet for him to
review, and he gave her a pair of off-white panties with a subtle pattern.
But all day she had been dreading the evening cheerleading practice.  She
would be naked in front of a different group of people, and she would be
doing something that she knew she wouldn't be very good at.  Many years
ago, when she was in seventh grade, she had briefly tried out for the
cheerleading team at Warwick North Junior High School.  But at that time,
she had been eliminated early in the tryouts.  And as a college freshman,
she didn't do well at gymnastics during PE class.  And at parties, the only
dances that she was good at were the slow ones where she could rest her
head on the guy's shoulder.  She just didn't consider herself to be a very
physically coordinated person when she was fully clothed, much less when
she would be completely nude. She arrived at the fieldhouse just before 7
PM, and she had to try 3 different doors before finally finding one that
was unlocked.  She then padded down the walkway behind the temporary
bleachers and then through an opening near midcourt of the basketball
floor. She spotted the group of six cheerleaders in their dark green and
white outfits on the other side of the court, and she smiled and waved at
them as she started walking across the court.  But she stopped in her
tracks when she noticed the Chancellor and the committee sitting in the
opposite stands.  Right there on the basketball court with the group
looking at her, she slid off her panties and shoved them into her backpack.
As she then walked naked over to them, five of the cheerleaders gaped in
disbelief at her - only Mindy Rafferty smiled and came out to meet her.
Mindy shook Amy's hand and said, "Hi, Amy.  I'm Mindy.  Come on over and
I'll introduce you to the team." But then she whispered, "I had not told
them that you would be naked.  I had hoped to convince Dr.  Knoxx to let
you be at least partially dressed.  No luck yet, but I'll keep trying." Amy
squeezed her hand and whispered back, "Nice to meet you, too.  Thanks for
trying." As Mindy and the nude girl joined the group, Mindy said,
"Everybody, this is Amy Suzuki; she'll be cheering with us on Sunday at the
ballgame.  My apologies for not telling you about her appearance, but she's
required to do this in the nude as part of her punishment.  You all
probably saw the notices around campus.  Okay, Amy, let me introduce you.
The two guys are Rob Jacobson and John Sivertson.  The ladies are Jill
Smith, Monique Jackson, and Selena JimÃ(C)nez.  Lots of names that start
with 'J' and that's why I call us the 'J-Team'; even I've got a J name,
JoAnne is my middle name.  What's your middle name?" Amy smiled and
replied, "Nashiyo.  It's my grandmother's name." "Oh, that's a pretty name,
but no J", Mindy answered. Amy laughed and said, "Well, I have Japanese
heritage.  Does that J count?" They both laughed and Mindy said, "Close
enough.  Welcome to the J-Team!" The whole group laughed, and Amy shook
hands with the team.  The only one that Amy previously knew was Monique,
who was in her Web Design class last year.  The two guys gave her longer
looks than really necessary. Mindy then said, "Okay, you J-guys, go over to
the end of the court and do your warm up stretching and exercises.  Amy,
you go down with them, watch, and then join in.  I'm going to talk to the
Chancellor for a minute." Amy and the 5 cheerleaders started toward the end
of the court, and Mindy got something out of her gym bag and walked over to
Knoxx. The five J's started doing some simple stretching, and naked Amy
joined in.  She was really embarrassed as her pussy opened widely during
the stretches.  And she was even more embarrassed as her boobs bounced
wildly during the jumping jacks. A couple of minutes later, Mindy came over
to Amy carrying a green pair of cheerleader undershorts, and Amy could see
Mindy's eyes were tearing up.  Mindy said quietly, "Amy, I'm sorry, but Dr.
Knoxx won't allow you to wear these.  In fact, he was getting upset with me
for my repeatedly asking about it.  He even implied that he might impose
naked punishment on me and my team if I kept asking him to let you wear
matching underwear.  Most of us are seniors like you, and we don't want to
risk being expelled or punished so close to graduation.  So, I'm afraid
you're stuck.  In fact, he wants some rather explicit routines and poses
for you." Amy squeezed Mindy's hand again and whispered, "Mindy, thanks
again for trying.  But please don't take any more chances on my account. 
I'll struggle through this somehow." Mindy said to the group, "Okay, team,
let's sit down and figure out what to do." They all sat in a circle with
legs crossed Indian style.  Amy sat next to Mindy, and then she looked at
Rob sitting across from her; she blushed when she realized that he was
staring at her wide-spread pussy. Mindy continued, "First, Amy, let me ask
a few questions.  Have you ever been a cheerleader before?" Amy replied,
"No, not really.  But I did try out for the seventh grade team." And she
described her lack of success and early exit from the competition. "All
right.  What about gymnastics?  Doing somersaults and such?" "No, I can't
do somersaults.  I tried in gym class a few years ago, but I never really
did a good one." Mindy sighed and continued, "Okay.  What about
synchronized dancing?" "Nope, never tried that.  I'm not a very good
dancer. But I do like the old fashioned slow dancing.  You know, the
cheek-to-cheek kind." The cheerleader continued, "Ummm, okay, it sounds
like we're going to have to do simple stuff with you.  Let's try some pom
pom routines." And she got out a couple of green and white pom poms and
gave them to Amy.  "Stand up and shake them like you've seen us do at
basketball and football games.  And then twirl around." The naked girl
stood up and faced the team.  She waved the pom poms above her head, then
out to her sides, and finally awkwardly twirled around with the pom poms
shimmering.  She stopped and brought the pom poms to her chest as she'd
seen cheerleaders do many times. Mindy tried not to show her
disappointment. These were easy cheerleading maneuvers, and Amy had done
them very poorly.  Mindy said, "Okay, Amy, let's try without the pom poms."
For the next several minutes, Amy tried some of the classic cheerleading
poses - T position, broken T, checkmark, touchdown, etc.  And she tried
them again with pom poms.  Mindy would make adjustments in Amy's poses, but
then when Amy tried them again, she'd usually make the same mistakes. At
that moment, Knoxx walked over to Mindy, whispered some things to her, and
then returned to his seat in the bleachers. Mindy pulled Amy to the side
and said, "Umm, Amy, Dr.  Knoxx is concerned about the pom poms covering
your, ummm, uhh, breasts.  So, be careful about that.  Also, he suggested
that for the broken T, that is, the one where your arms are raised but your
fists are near your shoulders, that you put your hands under your, umm,
boobs and kind of lift them.  And when you're in a resting position, your
hands should be behind your back and your legs spread slightly.  I'm sorry,
I guess that's what he meant earlier about explicit poses for you." Amy
blushed and whispered, "Yeah, I was afraid of that.  I'll be careful not to
cover up too much." Mindy said, "Why don't you face Dr.  Knoxx and do the
broken T position as he suggested?" Amy turned to face Knoxx and the
committee with her legs slightly spread, raised her arms straight out to
her sides, then brought her palms-up hands in under her boobs, and lifted
her breasts.  Knoxx smiled at Amy and Mindy and gave them a thumbs-up sign.
Mindy and Amy rejoined the other 5 cheerleaders.  Mindy said, "Okay, Amy,
what we're going to do is to put you in the middle of our formations, and
while we are doing our cheers, you can shake your pom poms and kind of
dance around.  You might recognize what we're yelling, and you can join in
if you want.  So, J-team, let's get lined up like we usually do and
practice our usual routines." As they all lined up, they left a space in
the middle for Amy, and they spent the next half hour doing their cheers
with Amy shaking her pom poms and her boobs. Finally, Mindy said, "Okay,
let's rest for a few minutes and talk about lifts and pyramids." They sat
down in a circle again, and Mindy went on, "Amy, I want to at least try you
in a couple of simple lifts.  You'll be the centerpiece of our show on
Sunday, and the audience will be expecting some off-the-ground things from
you.  We'll get some mats out here for our practice, but on Sunday we'll do
it on the soft grass.  Rob, John, and Amy, you guys go get the mats over in
the corner and drag them out onto the court." Naked Amy followed the two
dressed guys to where the tumbling mats were stored.  Each of them dragged
a big mat out.  Amy had trouble with hers, but Rob helped her get it into
position. "Okay, John, you are our usual base for these lifts.  So, you get
in the lunge position with your right leg bent at 90 degrees, left leg out.
Amy, you put your right foot on the bent leg, near the thigh, and then jump
up and swing your left leg over his left shoulder and bring your right leg
over his right shoulder.  Then, you will be sitting on John's shoulders as
he stands up.  You can raise your arms in a V or a T and shake your
breasts. I'll be the spotter during the whole thing.  Okay?" Amy gulped and
said, "And this is a simple lift?  Sounds hard to me.  But let's give it a
go." John took his position; Mindy positioned Amy behind him and started to
repeat the instructions again.  The naked girl put her foot on the bent leg
and with a push from Mindy on her bare butt she tried to swing her left leg
over John's shoulder, but she missed as her foot hit his shoulder and both
of them tumbled to the mat.  They all laughed, and Mindy said, "Again."
This time Amy landed on his shoulders, and she felt her open pussy against
John's bare neck.  He grabbed her legs and held them tightly at his side,
but Amy still felt herself falling backward, but Mindy had one hand on
Amy's bare butt and another on her back as John stood up.  Mindy yelled,
"Amy, raise your arms, smile, and shake your boobs!  That's it.  Way to go,
girl!" For a moment, Amy forgot her nudity and enjoyed the exhilaration of
having done the routine.  She sat on his shoulders waving her arms and
shaking her breasts for a minute or so, and then Mindy had her get down. 
Mindy came over and gave the naked girl a hug.  "Nice job, Amy.  Let's
practice is a few more times, and I'll toss you some pom poms." They did it
several more times including a couple of misses on the mount, but Amy felt
comfortable with it. Next, Mindy suggested a pyramid with Amy at the top.
The two guys plus Selena were kneeling on all fours on the bottom, Jill and
Monique kneeling on their backs as the middle row.  Mindy helped Amy climb
up to the top.  Amy started out kneeling with her boobs hanging
appealingly, and then Mindy said, "Okay, Amy, I want you to stand up now;
I'm here to catch you if you fall." Amy was unsteady at first, but she
gained her footing and caught the pom poms that Mindy tossed her.  Her nude
body was now on full display at the top of the pyramid, but she liked the
feeling of being so high up.  She shook the pom poms and her boobs with a
big smile on her face. They practiced forming this pyramid a few more
times, and then Mindy said, "Okay, team, let's do one last simple lift and
call it a night.  Amy, for this one, we're going to have John and Rob in
the lunge position like before with the two bent legs on the inside of the
formation.  Then, you'll stand on the two bent legs, and as you gain your
balance, you'll raise your arms in a V.  We'll have two spotters in back
each with a hand on your butt and two more in front off to the sides each
with a hand on your thigh.  Got it?" Amy nodded and waited for the two guys
to get in position.  She put one foot on Rob's thigh and then swung up her
other foot to John's thigh.  She was wobbly at first, but the 4 spotters
helped her stay standing up.  Mindy had Amy spread her feet just a bit
further apart, and this showed off her wide open pussy to great effect. 
They practiced this one several more times making other minor adjustments
to show off the naked girl's endowments even more. Mindy finally gathered
the group together and said, "Good practice, guys.  Amy, you were great. 
The game on Sunday starts at 1 o'clock at Marshall Ballpark; let's meet
down the first base line at 12:30.  Any questions?  No, okay, see you
Sunday.  Oh Amy, let's go over and talk with Dr.  Knoxx." The 5 J-team
members left, and Mindy and the naked girl walked over to the 5 men who had
been watching all of this.  Mindy looked at Knoxx and said, "Well, sir, how
did all of that look?  Did we put these pretty woman's assets to good use?"
Knoxx smiled and replied, "Yes, Miss Rafferty, I'm satisfied.  And Miss
Suzuki, please remember not to cover yourself up too much.  You are going
to be the star of the show on Sunday.  Well, actually, we hope the baseball
team will be the star attraction, but you know what I mean.  So, I'll bid
you two a good night." Mindy walked with Amy over to Amy's backpack and
watched as the nude girl slid on her panties.  She smiled and said, "You're
a real trooper, Amy.  Thanks again." At the door, they hugged briefly and
said goodbye.  When Amy looked up, she noticed Monique standing nearby.
Monique said, "Hi, Amy.  Good job tonight.  Do you want company walking
back to the dorm?  I'm in McDermott Hall catty-corner across the street
from you." Amy gave her a big smile and said, "Sure, Monique.  I'd like the
company." Monique was a very pretty African-American with big dark brown
eyes and long lean legs.  A perfect cheerleader's body.  She looked really
nice in the dark green and white uniform. In was an unusually warm evening,
and there were lots of people out walking; mostly students celebrating the
last day of classes.  The two pretty girls drew long looks from the guys
they passed on the sidewalk.  One of the guys yelled, "Hey, Underpants Amy,
are you going to ask your gorgeous friend to join the panty parade?" Both
girls glared at the guy, but then they chuckled as they looked back at each
other. Monique said, "I just wanted to let you know how sorry I am about
what's happened to you these last two weeks.  How are you holding up?" Amy
sighed and said, "Thanks, Monique, I appreciate that." She laughed as she
went on, "Has it only been two weeks?  It seems like a lifetime ago.  But
I'm pretty sure I can make it through this last week.  It's been truly the
most embarrassing period of my entire life.  I wish I could say that it's
been getting easier as time goes by, but it hasn't.  For example, I still
haven't got used to jerks like that calling me 'Underpants Amy'.  And then
each day seems to bring its own new challenges." Monique hugged Amy's
shoulders and said, "Well, I guess tonight was one of those new
challenges." Amy nodded and Monique continued with a smile, "But for a raw
rookie, you did great tonight.  Of course, you know you're going to be the
center of attention on Sunday; nobody is going to be looking at the rest of
us.  So, I guess the rest of our J-team can all sluff off." They both
laughed at this. They spent the last few minutes of the walk talking about
their upcoming final exams.  As they approached Blankenship Hall, they
hugged each other and said good night. * * * Back in her room, Amy knew
that she needed to start studying for the Psych test, but she wanted to do
one other thing first.  She logged onto the Victoria's Secret web site. She
realized that she might be taking a chance here, but she really didn't want
to go shopping at the mall for the replacement pair of pink striped panties
- especially on a weekend when the mall would be full of shoppers.  That
would be just too embarrassing, and it would risk another confrontation
with the city police.  Knoxx had told her that she was required to purchase
the panties herself rather than send a friend like she had done before, but
Knoxx did not explicitly tell her to shop in the mall store.  So, she was
going to buy the panties online. Just to be certain that she bought exactly
the same thing, she got out the torn packaging material from the original
pair.  She couldn't find a part number on the package, but after browsing
around the web site, she finally found the same panties under bikinis.  As
she was searching the many web pages, she looked longingly at the many
other styles and colors of pretty panties.  And she also sighed as she
looked at all the lovely brassieres; she really wanted to cover her
breasts, but that was forbidden for the next week or so. She only ordered
the one pair and willingly paid the extra $20 for next day delivery so that
she could have them in plenty of time for the auction. Before starting to
study, she decided to check her email, and she noticed a new message from
Edgar Thorson, who she knew was the maintenance supervisor for the
university.  She opened the message and hesitantly started to read it. 
This is what she saw: Hello, Amy, Just a reminder, I'm xpecting u @ 9AM Sat
morn for ground crew work.  Come to rm 24 in the phys plant bldg.  U should
xpect to get very wet & dirty.  Wear old clothes or, better yet, nothing at
all :) ET She shuddered at the thought.  An entire day of naked exposure.
But she put that out of her mind and spent the next few hours cramming for
the Psych final, because she knew she'd be pretty busy most of the weekend.
About 11:30, Linda returned from her Friday night date, and the two friends
spent a while talking before they went to bed.  Amy did her dairy and
one-sheet, crossed off another day on the calendar and went to sleep on top
of her bed.



   Underpants Amy - Days 12 & 13

   Chapter 40 - Soaked by the Sprinklers

   On Saturday morning, Amy arrived at the physical plant just before 9
o'clock in her normal attire - off-white panties only.  She found that room
24 was actually a large shop full of tools, pulleys, shelves, cabinets,
etc. She poked her head in and spotted an elderly man sitting at a desk on
the other side of the big room.  With trepidation, she walked over to the
desk and tentatively said, "Mr.  Thorson?  I'm Amy Suzuki." He looked up
from his paperwork and smiled at her, "Hi, Amy, nice to meet you." And he
reached out his hand.  "Please forgive me if I don't stand up to greet you.
I've got a knee problem that makes it difficult to get up and down." Amy
reached over the desk, and as she shook hands, she realized that his eyes
were on her hanging boobs rather than her face. Thorson then pointed to a
peg on the wall and said, "I think you know what that hook is for; you
won't be needing any clothes the rest of the day.  And you can store your
backpack on the floor beneath it." Amy blushed as Thorson watched her slide
off her panties.  The naked girl walked across the room, hung her panties
on the hook, and returned back to her spot in front of his desk. He said,
"Okay, let me have a look at you." And he spent several seconds scanning
her body top to bottom and back up again.  "Please turn around." She turned
so that he could see her butt.  "Okay, and a side view." She blushed as he
looked at the outline of her perky breasts.  "You look to be in very good
shape.  Do you work out?" She replied, "Yes, I like to jog.  But I have to
confess that I haven't done that much these last several days." He said,
"Come around the desk and let me feel your muscles." Reluctantly, the naked
girl moved so that she was only a few inches from the seated man.  He
reached up and squeezed her upper arms, and then she flinched as he
squeezed her thighs a few inches from her bare pussy.  And then he motioned
her to turn around, and he squeezed the back of her thighs.  He said,
"Okay, turn back around.  Your leg muscles are in good shape, but your arms
could be better.  Maybe you should add some weights or push ups to your
workouts.  Just a suggestion.  But for today, I think I'll assign you jobs
that don't require a lot of arm strength." He paused for a moment and then
continued, "All right, I think I hear the other guys arriving.  There's a
meeting room down the hall.  Follow me and I'll introduce you to today's
crew." Amy gulped, because she had somehow assumed that she'd basically be
working alone today, but she followed Thorson as he slowly got to his feet.
He used a cane as he walked out the door and down the hallway.  Amy was
surprised how well he moved using the cane. He ambled into the room, and
Amy stopped as she entered.  There were a dozen or so guys dressed in work
clothes with boots; some were obviously students, but others were somewhat
older men.  But they were all males - no women in the group, except for the
very naked Amy.  They all stopped talking and stared at the pretty naked
girl standing near the door. Thorson slowly sat down in a folding chair and
said, "Good morning, guys.  Amy, come stand here next to me.  Guys, this is
Amy Suzuki.  She'll be helping us all day today.  You've probably seen the
notices on the bulletin boards about her, but just in case you haven't, she
is being punished for streaking last Monday night.  Usually, her punishment
allows her to wear panties, but today she will be naked while helping us.
You can look all you want, but no touching.  Understand?" But Amy didn't
really understand.  She said nothing but she was thinking, "What about you
feeling my muscles a few minutes ago?" However, the group of men merely
nodded and murmured their agreement as they continued to stare at the nude
beauty, who was blushing a deep red. Thorson continued, "Okay, I think all
of you guys know what your jobs are for today.  It's the usual lawn mowing,
weeding, sweeping, emptying trash, etc.  So, all of you except Russ and
Amy, go ahead and get started.  The workday ends at 4 o'clock; lunch is at
the Kellensworth break room at noon.  See you then." And most of the guys
got up and left. An older gentleman came up and joined Thorson and Amy. 
Thorson said, "Amy, this is Russell Williams.  He's been with us for
years." Thorson chuckled as he continued, "Russ and I are in a race to see
who can retire first; there's no clear winner yet in that race." Amy smiled
weakly and shook hands with the man.  "Russ, we need to do some tinkering
with the sprinklers today.  When we turned them on for the season last
week, we noticed that several of them were broken or plugged up or aimed
wrong.  I'd like you and Amy to spend the morning working on them.  Since
Amy is appropriately dressed, umm, actually appropriately undressed, we'll
let her be the one to get wet today, and you can man the controls.  Load up
the little EV truck with replacement and repair parts plus the tools, and
then the two of you start over on the quad.  And work your way back over
toward Kellensworth for lunch at noon. "Amy, you're probably going to get
soaked.  So, I suggest that you pin up your long hair or put it in a pony
tail to keep it out of your face.  Any questions?" They shook their heads.
Thorson went on, "All right then, let's go back to the shop, and Russ, you
can show Amy where the tools and parts are located." Back in the big room,
the two men watched as the naked girl retrieved a yellow ponytail band from
her backpack and worked her hair into the ponytail style.  They admired her
breasts which were thrust out as she used both hands to adjust her hair. 
She was well aware of them watching her, but she said nothing. Russ handed
her two empty 5-gallon buckets, and then led her around the shop to various
shelves.  He pointed out the parts that he wanted her to put in the buckets
- sprinkler heads, plastic pipe, washers, adhesive, etc.  Some of the parts
were on upper shelves and she had to strain on her tiptoes to reach them;
she knew that he was admiring her body as she stretched.  The sprinkler
heads were the last things, and they were on the very top shelf requiring a
ladder, which she brought over and leaned against the wall.  She could feel
his eyes following her bare butt up the ladder as she pulled out several of
the sprinkler heads which she handed down to him. But he was a friendly
sort, and he started chattering about the nice weather and about the
upcoming graduation ceremony and about his school-age grandkids.  Amy
muttered a few things in response, but mostly she just let him ramble on
and on as they collected the materials and tools. After she filled the
buckets, Russ took her outside and showed her the little electric
pickup-style truck that they'd be using.  It was basically a golf cart with
flimsy doors.  She put the buckets in the small cargo area, and then both
of them carried out some more tools that Russ thought they would probably
need. Finally, he said, "Okay, honey, let's go.  It's going to be a tight
fit in that little seat, but there should be room for your bare skinny body
and my fat ass." And he was right about the small truck seat; she was
certain that it was really intended for only one person, and when she sat
down next to him, she was squeezed between his right arm and the rickety
passenger side door.  He laughed and said, "Well, we could gain a few more
inches in here if I took off my clothes, too." She gave him a strange look,
and he smiled back and said, "Just kidding.  Nobody wants to see my flabby
body when they can look at your natural beauty." It took them a few minutes
to drive across campus to the quad, and Russ described how they were going
to attack the job.  He would turn on the sprinklers and Amy would go around
and look closely at each one.  If a sprinkler was just mis-aimed, she could
adjust it.  If it was broken or plugged up, she would stick a plastic flag
in the ground next to it. Of course, the naked girl would get soaked while
walking around the lawn doing the inspection.  But what he didn't tell her
was that there are techniques to avoid getting soaked, such as standing
behind the sprinkler or putting buckets over the sprinkler heads, etc.  But
Thorson had told Russ to get her as wet as possible.  And Amy had never
worked on sprinklers before; so, she didn't know about these techniques. As
they pulled up to the quad, Russ got out his chart showing the sprinkler
zones.  He said, "Okay, honey, here's the first zone." He pointed to each
of the 8 sprinklers in the zone and handed her several of the plastic flags
on metal stakes.  Then he pointed out the spot where Amy should stand as he
walked over to the control valves and turned the handle for that zone.  He
yelled, "Watch out, honey, here it comes!" And a moment later all of the
sprinklers in the zone sprung to life, and Amy was immediately drenched. 
Even though it was a nice spring day, the water was cold on her naked skin.
But she started making the inspection. One of the sprinklers near the
sidewalk was aimed wrong, and it was watering the concrete more than the
grass.  The naked girl scampered over to it, got down on her hands and
knees, and slowly twisted it so that it was aimed at the grass.  Five
others seemed to be working okay, but one other didn't pop up at all, and
another was spewing as much water around the edges as it was out of the
sprinkler itself.  Amy stuck flags near each of these, and then waved at
Russ to shut off the zone. The naked girl was now soaking wet, and she
walked over to talk with the older man.  The first thing she said was,
"Damn, we forgot to bring a towel." Actually, Thorson and Russ had
intentionally left the towels behind at the shop.  He just shrugged and
said, "Sorry about that, honey." But he went on, "Okay, I think we should
replace that one that is leaking badly.  I'll do that, and why don't you go
see if you can get the other one to pop up.  Use a screwdriver to pry it up
and then use WD-40 on it." Amy said, "WD-what?  What's that?" Russ let out
an exasperated sigh and said, "It's the blue spray can in the truck.  It's
a lubricant that often helps metal or plastic from sticking.  Give it a
try, honey, while I work on the bad sprinkler head." Amy smiled as she
walked back to the truck; she thought it was cute that he called her
"Honey". Russ got a tarp from the truck and spread it out near the bad
sprinkler, but Amy just sat her naked butt down on the wet grass as she
worked on the stuck sprinkler head. But Amy also noticed that she was
attracting a crowd.  And if she hadn't been the pretty naked girl involved,
she probably would have stopped to watch as well.  Several of the gawkers
had their cell phones out, and they were calling their friends.  It wasn't
long before the entire sidewalk was covered with people watching.  Amy's
naked body was the center of attention; she was really embarrassed, but she
knew there wasn't much she could do about it. Russ finished replacing the
bad sprinkler, and then he came over to see how Amy was doing.  He had her
hold the sprinkler up while he sprayed the WD-40 on the stem.  He said,
"All right, honey, let's try it again.  You stand here next to this one and
see how it works.  If it's okay, give me a thumbs-up sign and then go check
the other two that were originally misbehaving.  Otherwise, give me a
thumbs down, and I'll turn off the water and we can work on it some more."
Naked Amy stood right next to the sprinkler, and she jumped again when the
cold water hit her full force.  The sprinkler was working correctly.  She
wiped the water from her face and gave Russ a thumbs up.  Then she
scampered over to the one that Russ had replaced; it wasn't quite right and
she gave him a thumbs down.  He turned off the water and came over.  The
drenched girl said, "This one's not spraying in a full circle like the
others." Russ made some adjustments and said, "Okay, let's try again." He
turned the water back on and Amy was soaked again, but now the sprinkler
was working okay.  So, she scooted over to the sidewalk where the crowd was
gathering.  She squatted down by the originally mis-aimed sprinkler head
and twisted it just a bit more.  She could feel the guys right behind her
looking down at her naked wet body.  Then she felt the tip of a guy's shoe
work its way into her crotch from behind; it slightly brushed her pussy
lips, and she turned around and glared at the guy.  He just smiled and
quietly mumbled something about Underpants Amy.  She quickly moved away
from the crowd and made the rounds of the 8 sprinklers again.  She saw that
they were all working and gave Russ a thumbs up. They met back at the truck
where there was another crowd forming.  Ignoring the crowd, they talked
about what to do next.  There were 3 more zones on the quad, and they
attacked each zone like they had the first.  By the time they were
finished, Amy had learned how to fix the simple problems, and she was able
to do several repairs on her own.  She also figured out the technique of
standing behind a sprinkler to avoid getting sprayed by it, but in such
cases, there was probably also a crowd of guys behind the sprinkler, too,
and she decided it was better to just stay out in the middle of the lawn
and get drenched than to get her naked body too close to the crowd of guys.
It was now almost 11 o'clock, and Russ suggested that they do two more
zones that were kind of on the way to the Kellensworth building.  Amy
squeezed her wet naked body back into the truck next to the heavy-set man,
and they putt-putted down the sidewalk to the next lawn area.  The crowd of
onlookers followed the little truck like ducklings following their mother.
The next zone was a long one about 20 feet wide between two sidewalks. 
None of the sprinklers were in the middle of the strip; they were all
located along the sidewalks.  But to avoid getting hassled by the guys in
the crowd, Amy positioned her naked body smack in the middle of the strip
and she got blasted the water from both sides.  She made all of the
necessary repairs by sitting on the wet grass rather than on the usually
dry concrete; Russ gave her a funny look as he did his work from the
sidewalk, but he didn't say anything. The next zone was also long and
narrow, and Amy repeated her technique.  She decided it was better to get
wet rather than get hassled or even felt up by the crowd of guys. They
finished that one just before noon, and Russ said, "Okay, honey, that's all
we can do this morning.  Let's go eat lunch and see what Edgar wants us to
do next." As they squeezed their bodies back into the tiny truck, Amy
noticed the bulge in his trousers and saw that he was "playing pocket pool"
to reposition the erection in his pants.  She thought to herself, "Even
this nice old man is getting turned on by my naked body.  He's almost the
same age as my grandfather, and it seems a bit creepy to me that a 22-year
woman could turn him on.  I guess I've still got a lot to learn about men."
The little truck pulled up next to Kellensworth.  Amy had never been in
this building before.  It looked kind of dumpy, and Russ seeing the puzzled
look on her face said, "Never been here before?" Amy shook her head.  Russ
went on, "Well, it's the old original maintenance building; probably named
after the first gardener or something.  For many years, we've thought about
tearing it down, but we need the space and we don't have the money for
demolition.  I see that Edgar must be here already; he drives that fancy
little scooter thing over there." But the thing that really interested her
was the smell of pizza; she was starving after the exhausting morning work.
Thorson said to Amy and Russ as the walked in, "Come on in and chow down on
some pizza." Naked Amy took at seat at the big table on the bench next to
Russ, and she noticed that the conversation amongst the other men stopped
as she was sitting down.  She glanced up briefly and noticed that all of
the men were looking at her.  Water dripped down her face and then onto her
left tit, and she blushed as she felt it drop from her nipple to her thigh.
Thorson looked at the naked girl with her still-soaking-wet hair and grass
stains on her knees and elbows, and then he said, "Well, Amy, how did you
fare this morning with the sprinklers?" She was almost ready to bite into a
slice of pizza, but she paused and said meekly, "Okay, I guess.  Russ and I
fixed about a dozen or so." Thorson replied, "Well, good.  I guess that
means you didn't mind getting wet.  So, I'm going to have you wash some
carpets this afternoon, and then I'll have you fish the coins out of the
Baskind Fountain." Amy's mouth stopped just before she bit into the pizza,
and she closed her eyes at the mention of the fountain.  She thought, "Oh
no, not more cold water!" But she closed her teeth on the pizza and quietly
ate her lunch. About 12:30, the pizza was gone, and the group seemed to be
breaking up to go do their individual afternoon chores.  Amy waited her
turn to use the single uni-sex bathroom.

   Chapter 41 - Unclothed Carpet Cleaner

   Thorson asked her and Russ to stay as the others left.  He said, "Amy,
since you and Russ seemed to be a good team this morning, why don't you two
work on washing the rugs?  I'll help a little bit, but mostly I'll just
supervise.  Russ, you probably saw that big stack of throw rugs that
Conrad's crew brought over from the Union yesterday.  They added a bunch
more this morning.  You and Amy can bring them out several at a time to the
alleyway where you can use that new Rug Doctor machine to clean them. 
Again, we'll let the pretty naked girl do the wet part, and you can provide
the muscle.  And as I said, I'll provide the supervision." This didn't
sound too bad to Amy.  It sounded like she'd be off in some secluded alley
washing rugs in the nude for the next few hours.  Not her favorite thing to
do, but not awful either. Russ and Amy climbed back into the little truck
and followed Thorson down the path back to the physical plant. Back at the
main building, the nude girl followed Thorson who was now walking slowly
with his cane.  He showed her where the vacuum cleaners and the Rug Doctor
machine were stored.  He told her to roll out the largest vacuum, and he
gave her a bucket to carry a couple of types of scrub brushes.  Russ got
out the Rug Doctor.  As they walked back across the shop floor, Amy was
relieved to see that her panties were still hanging on the hook. And then
she followed him outside.  He said, "Okay, Amy, this is what we call the
'alley'.  In the old days, it really was an alley, but when they tore down
the building next door to widen Campus Drive, it left this spot.  It's not
really an alley any more, but we continue to call it that." And the spot
they were standing on was a concrete driveway squeezed between the building
and the busiest street on campus.  There was a sidewalk within a couple of
feet of the edge of the driveway.  She had even jogged by here on that
sidewalk on her morning runs without ever thinking twice about what this
place was.  And now naked Amy would be fully exposed to the passing cars
and the pedestrians as she was washing the rugs! Thorson went on, "We kept
this alleyway so that we have a good place to wash the university vehicles,
but we also figured out that with that other building gone, this spot gets
a lot of sunshine, just like we've got today.  And the big almost flat area
makes it perfect for cleaning these big area rugs and letting the sunshine
do some of the drying.  It's easier to bring the rugs here for cleaning
than cleaning them in place at the Union; we don't have to worry about the
furniture getting dinged or splashed." Then Thorson led her in another side
door back into the building, and he pointed to a big stack of rolled up
rugs.  It almost looked like a carpet sales store.  Amy gasped at the sight
of so many rugs.  She couldn't really tell how big they were, but some of
the individual rolls were pretty big and pretty long.  Maybe they were
livingroom size.  And then she thought about the meeting room in the
Student Union where she had served wine and snacks on Sunday, and she
remembered the big rugs that covered the linoleum floor in that room.
Thorson said, "Okay, Russ, you know how we've done this in the past, but
let me outline the technique for Amy.  First, you need to hose down the
alleyway so that's it's mostly clean before you drag the rugs out there. 
The two of you will carry the rugs and lay them out on the concrete.  You
can probably get about a dozen out there at once.  Then, quickly vacuum
them all to remove the loose junk.  Then, start at one end and use the
machine to wash the rugs one at a time.  The bright sun will get the rugs
dry enough pretty quickly so that by the time you've reached the end, the
first ones will be dry.  You'll roll up the dry ones and bring them back in
here.  Then, you'll fill those empty spots on the alleyway with more rugs
from this pile.  And you'll repeat that process til the stack is gone." Amy
stared again at the big pile as Thorson continued, "It actually goes pretty
fast.  The hardest part is carrying them out to the alley.  You don't have
to worry about taking them back to the Union; Conrad's guys will do that.
Understand the process?" Amy gulped and said, "Yeah, I think so." Thorson
said, "Okay, go hose down the alley.  There shouldn't be any puddles,
because the drain works really well out there.  But if there are little
puddles or wet spots, use the towels to soak them up.  We want the concrete
to be pretty dry before we put out the rugs.  Again, the sun will dry it
pretty fast." The naked girl trudged back out to the alley, uncoiled the
hose, and quickly washed down the long area.  She waited a couple of
minutes for the water to fall into the drain, and then she grabbed a towel,
got down on her knees, and blotted up the few puddles.  When she stood up
again, she noticed some guys on the sidewalk who had stopped to watch her;
they had their cell phones out and were making calls. Amy sighed and went
back into the room.  Thorson said, "Let's give it a few more minutes to dry
off, and in the meantime, I'll show you how to use Rug Doctor machine.  I
just assume you already know how to use a vacuum cleaner, right?" Amy just
nodded.  He continued, "Well, the rug machine is similar to a vacuum, but
it's got this cleaning solution that goes in this tank, and then you pull
it rather than push it across the carpet.  Actually, you don't have to pull
it very much because the machine will move itself as soon as you grasp this
lever on the handle; it will do most of the work; all you have to do is
guide it.  Russ will get the solution mixed up and poured into the tank
while you do the vacuuming." Russ came over and said, "The alley looks dry
now.  Come on, honey, let's start carrying out the rugs.  I'll carry the
front end, you grab the back." Amy grunted as she lifted up the back end of
the first rug.  It was heavy, and she thought, "He told me that I wouldn't
need arm strength today.  But I could sure use better muscles for this
job." She was glad that Russ had taken the front and he seemed to be
carrying most of the weight of the rolled up rug.  She just let him lead
the way back outside.  Amy bent over and set down her end on the far side
of the driveway fairly close to the sidewalk where more guys and a few
girls had assembled.  She and Russ then unrolled the rug onto the concrete.
She knew that her bending was putting on a show for the crowd, but she also
knew she had no choice. They repeated the process ten more times so that
there were eleven rugs laid out on the driveway.  Amy was breathing heavily
and her breasts were covered with dusty grime.  She took a drink of water
from a bottle that Thorson gave her, and then rolled the big vacuum onto
the rug at the end of the row. As Thorson had said, the vacuuming went
quickly, and in about 10 minutes she had skimmed over all the rugs.  The
naked girl then paused for another drink, and she used a towel to wipe the
sweat and dirt off of her face and boobs.  She glanced up and saw that the
crowd had doubled in size. As Amy was vacuuming the last few rugs, Russ had
started washing the rugs with the machine.  After he finished the first
rug, he waved her over and showed her the technique.  Amy took over and
finished off the second rug.  She noticed that the washing operation took
quite a bit longer than the vacuuming, and it took her about half an hour
to work her way down the row of rugs.  The two older men stood at the edges
of the rugs to hold them down while the machine cleaned close by. Amy had
to stop after every second or third rug to empty the tank full of very
dirty water down the alley drain.  This required more bending which the
crowd seemed to enjoy.  Similarly, they liked it when she had to crawl
around on one of the rugs using the hand scrub brush to work on some
stubborn spots. Then, she and Russ started the process of carrying the
clean rugs back into the building.  As Thorson had said, the sun did a good
job of drying them out fairly quickly. Thorson looked at his watch and
called Amy over.  He said, "Amy, you're going to have to pick up the pace.
We've got 20 more rugs plus the fountain to do.  I know you've got that
meeting with Dr.  Knoxx at 5 o'clock, and I want this all done by then. 
Actually, probably by 4:30, since you'll probably want to clean up before
the meeting." Amy gave him a crestfallen look.  She thought she'd be out of
here by 4 o'clock, and now he's talking about 5 o'clock instead.  But she
just said, "Okay, I'll try to go faster." She sped up a little bit, and she
finished the next batch of rugs in about an hour.  The crowd on the
sidewalk had grown, and there were cars parked at the curb on the street.
Everybody was watching the naked girl scurry through the vacuuming and
washing.  She wasn't oblivious to their stares, but her focus was on the
rugs rather than worrying about how her naked endowments looked to them.
But as she finished up that batch of carpets, Thorson shook his head and
said, "Amy, I'm very disappointed.  You're not going to have time before
the meeting to finish these rugs plus the fountain.  I promised the Union
director that they would be cleaned by Monday morning.  Can you come back
this evening after your meeting with the Chancellor?" Amy looked at him and
started to cry uncontrollably.  She bent over, covered her eyes with her
hands, and her breasts jiggled wildly as she stood there and sobbed.  The
crowd on the sidewalk looked on in astonishment at the sobbing naked girl.
Thorson gave her a puzzled look and said, "Amy, Amy, what's wrong?" She
continued to cry, and with tears streaming down her face, she said in a
halting voice, "I h-haaa---ve a d--daaa---te tooo---night.  It's the, uhhh,
on--ly g--g--ooo--d th---ing to h--h--happen to me this, aahh, weee--k. 
And now you want to taaa---ke it aw--w--waaa----y from me.  No, no, no,
it's juuu---st not fair!" Thorson didn't really understand everything she
had said, but he did pick up "date tonight".  He let her cry for a couple
of more minutes, and as her tears finally stopped, he said in a calming
voice, "Amy, I'm sorry, but how could I know about that?  No, I won't ask
you to break your date.  We can work out something." Russ came over and put
his arms around her shoulders and led her over to a bench where he sat her
down, and he sat next to her.  She bent her head down to her knees and
started to cry again with the old man rubbing her bare shoulders.  Russ
looked over at Thorson and they both shrugged.  They didn't know what to
do. After a few more minutes, Amy rubbed her eyes and sat up.  Through her
watering eyes, she looked at Thorson and said, "Mr.  Thorson, I'm sorry
about breaking down like that, but this evening is really, really important
to me.  You said we can work it out somehow?" Thorson handed her a clean
towel, and she wiped her face.  Thorson said, "Amy, how about you and Russ
take the truck and go clean out the fountain, and I'll have some of the
other guys clean the other carpets later in the afternoon?" Amy still
hadn't recovered her composure completely, but she said, "Oh, thank you,
thank you, Mr.  Thorson." She used a towel to wipe her tear stained face.

   Chapter 42 - Bare Female in Baskind Fountain

   It took her about a minute to wipe off her naked body, and then she
said, "Okay, I'm ready.  What's the deal with the fountain?" He answered,
"As you probably know, people throw coins in Baskind Fountain for good
luck, and every year about this time, we scoop up all of those coins and
donate the money to a local charity.  It should probably take you about an
hour and a half to get all of the coins, and then get back here to clean up
for your 5 PM meeting.  We'll give you a ride over to Kameron to make sure
you're on time." The nude girl stood up and wiped her face again.  She
said, "That sounds okay to me.  How do I get the coins out?  Should I just
put them in a bucket and bring them back here?" Thorson said, "There's no
prescribed way to get the coins out.  Last year, we used a broom to sweep
them into piles on the floor of the fountain, and then we used a dust pan
to scoop them out.  That seemed to work okay.  The guy had on swimming
trunks last year, and you'll be nude, but I don't think that will make a
difference in the technique.  And yes, just put the coins in buckets." Amy
said, "All right, show me which broom and dust pan to use.  And I'll get
started." Russ got up and went into the shop to get a couple of brooms and
dust pans of different styles plus swimming goggles.  He came back and led
her over to the little truck.  She had made sure to hold onto the towel she
was holding, and she tossed it into the back of the little truck.  Once
again the overweight man and the thin naked girl squeezed into the tiny
seat and drove away towards the quad where Baskind Fountain was located.
Russ babbled some more on the drive over to the quad.  More chatter about
his grandkids' summer activities, his possible retirement, the flimsy
little truck, etc.  Amy quietly sat there and politely nodded. Amy knew the
fountain well.  She passed it almost everyday on the way to a class or some
other activity, and she had tossed coins into it several times this year,
including the embarrassing time on Sunday morning as her naked photo was
taken for the 'In the BUF' newsletter.  She had always thought it was
strange that the college left it running year round, but it was an
especially beautiful sight in the winter with the ice frozen into neat
formations.  But with the onset of springtime, the fountain was now
shooting jets of water in all directions into the big pool surrounding it.
And she was chagrined to realize that her naked body would add another
beautiful aspect to the fountain for the next hour or so. The naked girl
got out of the truck and bent over the edge of the square pool.  She
couldn't tell how deep the water was, and so she bent way over with her
butt raised way up, and she reached her arm down into the water.  It seemed
to be about a foot and a half deep.  And so she decided to just hop in and
look around. As soon as she started wading around, the passers-by began to
stop and watch.  And the cell phones came out again.  The audience was
forming. Russ came over to the edge of the pool and yelled at her, "Hey,
honey, use these goggles to look under the water.  You can see the coins
more clearly that way." She put on the goggles and bent over to put her
face just below the water surface.  She came back up and smiled at him, and
said, "Yeah, they work really well.  Hand me the broom, and let me see how
the sweeping goes." She spotted an area with a bunch of coins nearby, and
she tried sweeping them into a clump near the edge of the pool.  Russ
handed her the big plastic dust pan, and she kneeled down in the water and
scooped up most of them and dumped them into one of the buckets.  There was
some debris mixed in with the coins, but she wasn't too worried about that.
Then, she kneeled down again and put her face in the water to locate the
few coins that had been missed in the first attempt; she picked them up by
hand and dropped them in the bucket. The naked girl then got out of the
pool, and she said to the older man, "I think this technique is going to
work.  I just hope there's enough time to finish this.  I'm going to get
going in earnest now, but you yell at me when it gets to be 4:15." Russ
agreed, and he watched her climb back into the pool and start to work. Amy
was now really putting on a dramatic show for the audience.  As she bent
over to sweep, her breasts dangled enticingly, and her long hair was soaked
through and swung wildly.  And the rear view of her wet ass and pussy lips
drew lots of stares.  A few guys even offered to strip down and come in to
help her, but Russ warned them that they were not allowed to do that.  Her
strip of pussy hair was even more prominent now that it was wet and only
about a foot above the water level.  If she hadn't been covered by the cold
water, she would have been blushing deeply. She did the areas around the
outside edges fairly easily and quickly, but she wasn't too sure about the
coins near the center of the fountain where the water was shooting up from
a square concrete structure.  She came over to Russ and they discussed it.
They decided to use the same technique of sweeping the coins to the base of
the center structure, but now the dust pan would have to be carried several
feet back to the edge where the bucket was sitting. Amy tried this, and now
she was sweeping while being hit from above by the spouting water.  That
slowed her down some more, and then she stumbled with the first load of
coins in the dust pan as she waded back to the edge.  She fell face down
into the water and the coins dropped back to the floor of the pool.  She
got to her feet, retrieved the broom, and swept them up again. She sighed
as she sat her bare butt on the outer edge again.  She said to Russ, "This
isn't working very well.  There must be a better way.  Any ideas?" He
thought for a moment, and then as his eyes lit up, he said, "Honey, how
about I pound a bunch of nail holes through the bottom of a bucket, and
then you can take it out to the middle, set it in the water, and dump coins
into it.  Then, when the bucket has a lot of coins in it, you can bring it
back over here, let the water drain out, and then dump the coins into a
normal bucket.  You might have to weight the bucket down with a brick to
get started.  How about that?" She smiled at him and said, "Russ, that's a
great idea.  You go pound the holes into a bucket, and I'll start sweeping
the coins toward the center base.  Let me know when you've got the bucket
ready." The pretty nude grabbed the broom again, and standing under the
falling water, she swept several piles of coins against the center concrete
structure.  A few minutes later Russ came over and waved at her.  She waded
over to him and got the bucket and the brick from him.  She placed the
bucket in the water near the center base, and started filling it with coins
using the dust pan. When the bucket was partially filled, she tried to lift
it, but it was pretty heavy with all the coins, water, and brick in it. 
So, she removed the brick and now the bucket was at least movable.  She got
on her hands and knees and pushed it through the water over to the edge
where the two of them were able to lift it and set it on the edge to let
the water drain.  And of course, all of this just added to the dramatic
naked show that she was putting on for the onlookers. She repeated this
operation a few more times to collect most of the coins from the center. 
She looked up at Russ and asked, "What time is it?" He replied, "Almost 4."
She said, "Okay, let me go around and pick up the remaining coins by hand.
I should have time to get most of them." Amy spent the next 15 minutes
crawling around the pool on her hands and knees picking up the coins.  In
this position, her butt was about half in the water and half out.  Her
breasts were dangling just below the water surface as she crawled, but they
bounced up nicely when she kneeled up to drop the coins in the bucket. At
4:15, Russ yelled at her, and she climbed out of the pool.  As she dumped
the coins into the normal bucket, she saw Knoxx and Laird standing there
looking at her.  The soaking wet girl felt like an abject naked slave under
the gaze of her masters.  She just looked at them and said, "Hello", and
continued her work.  She wiped herself off with the towel, helped Russ load
up the truck, and then they drove off back towards the maintenance
building. The assembled crowd started following the little truck, but they
soon realized that the naked water show was over. After they returned to
the maintenance building, Amy grabbed the towel in one hand and a bucket of
coins in the other and walked into the building.  She was stunned to see a
naked man walking in the hallway toward her.  After having showed off her
pussy to dozens, maybe even hundreds, of guys on this single day, she
actually smiled a bit when she saw the penis only a few feet in front of
her.  She remembered what Linda had told her once: The count of "pussy
peeks" by males should be equal to the count of "penis peeks" by females.
Well, in Amy's case, this equation was way out of balance today; the count
had been something like 200 to 0, and now it was 200 to 1! The guy's eyes
met Amy's, and he immediately covered his genitals with his hands.  Amy
almost covered herself with the towel, but she resisted the impulse,
because she knew that would not be allowed for her.  The guy quickly dashed
into the shop and got his pants from a locker.  Naked Amy also walked into
the big shop, went to the other side, looked back at the guy across the
room, and silently mouthed "Sorry". Thorson was sitting at his desk, and he
smiled as he watched this little exchange.  He looked at Amy and said,
"Bruce just finished showering.  We don't usually have any women around
here on Saturday, and he was coming back in here to get dressed.  Sorry
about that." She just shrugged and said, "Okay.  Where do you want these
coins?" "Just leave the buckets here next to my desk, and I'll have someone
clean and count them next week.  Thanks for collecting them for us.  That's
the hard part of the job." Thorson went on, "I see that it's 4:35 now, and
you need to get cleaned up for your meeting.  As you may have noticed,
there was a queue of guys in the hall.  They are waiting to use the shower.
It wouldn't be fair to them to let you use the shower ahead of them, and
so, why don't I take you over to Kellensworth and you can use the shower
there?  And then I'll have Russ drive you over to Kameron in a real truck,
not that little putt-putt thing." This sounded reasonable to Amy, and she
asked, "All right.  Do you want me to help Russ unload the little truck
first?" He looked at his watch again and said, "No, we're short of time. 
Let Russ do that, and I'll take you over to Kellensworth.  Grab a fresh
towel, washcloth, and soap from that shelf, and let's go."

   Chapter 43 - Privacy not Permitted

   As Amy got the soap and other stuff, Thorson struggled to his feet and
hobbled out to his little scooter.  Amy had to hurry to catch up with him;
she almost ran the 200 feet to the Kellensworth building as he raced along
the sidewalk; she was surprised how fast that little scooter was.  A few of
the other ground crew workers were coming the other direction on sidewalk,
and they stopped to admire the naked girl as she ran with her boobs
bouncing. Thorson slid open the barn-like door and let Amy into the old
building.  She was immediately confronted with the smell of pizza again,
and she saw 3 guys eating at the big table.  She smiled at them and said,
"Hi", but they just sort of scowled at her. She looked quizzically at
Thorson, who waved her over.  She bent over and listened as he whispered to
her, "These are the guys that are going to finish washing the rugs.  I
bought them some more pizza, but to be blunt, they are still pretty pissed
off at you, because they have to stay late to finish your job.  Oh, I'm
paying them overtime, but still . . ." His voice trailed off. She just
stood there facing the 3 guys plus Thorson with her arms at her sides.  She
didn't know exactly what to say; so, she said nothing. Thorson pointed over
to the corner and said, "Okay, Amy.  This is back-up shower for the ground
crew." She was taken aback, because except for a tattered plastic shower
curtain, it was in full view of the three guys at the table.  Thorson went
on, "We put it in several years ago as a temporary thing while the shower
area in the main building was being re-modeled.  But we've just never
gotten around to removing this one, and in fact, it still gets used
occasionally.  Like today." Amy listened to this with feigned interest
until it dawned on her that Thorson wanted her to shower in front of him
and the three guys who continued to eat their pizza! Amy was mortified as
she trudged over to the shower.  She really wanted to pull the curtain
around, but she realized that would not be allowed by the committee, if
they heard about it.  So, she sighed, left her towel on the table, turned
on the water, waited a moment, and adjusted the temperature.  She then
hopped onto the pad under the shower head.  She turned her back on the men
and started to soap up the washcloth, but she quickly realized that she
must face them while she was washing herself.  The dirtiest spots were on
her knees, and she had to bend over to scrub them.  Out of the corner of
her eye, she noticed that the three guys moved over a few feet on the table
benches so that they had a side view of her hanging breasts as she
continued to scrub away at the grime on her kneecaps.  Finally, they were
clean, but she blushed as she cleaned her pussy and asshole. She turned off
the shower, grabbed the towel, and standing only a couple of feet from the
3 guys, dried herself off being careful not to cover herself too much in
the process.  She thought, "How humiliating!" When she was dry, she walked
over to Thorson and said, "Okay, let's go." With a smirk, he said, "Do you
need to use the toilet?" Actually, she did and she thought about asking to
use the uni-sex bathroom down the hall again, but she decided that she
could get by til after the meeting with Knoxx.  She just said, "No", and
she walked out the door. The two of them hurried down the sidewalk back to
the physical plant, Thorson on his scooter, Amy at a fast walk next to him.
After they got back, he said, "Amy, your hair is still pretty wet.  Here's
a hair dryer, and there's a mirror over by the lockers.  You've got a
couple of minutes before you have to leave.  Go ahead and spend that time
drying and combing your hair." She knew this was a good idea, but she
looked over at the locker area and saw several guys there getting dressed
including a couple wearing just jockey shorts.  But there wasn't any other
mirror in the room, and so the naked girl grabbed the hair dryer and a comb
and walked over.  The guys stopped talking and moved away from the mirror.
She just smiled at them as she silently dried and combed her hair for a
minute or so.  She could feel their stares at her boobs as she reached
behind her head to take off the ponytail band and to dry and comb out her
hair. Russ came in the door, walked over to her, and said, "Honey, come on.
We need to leave.  Hurry up." Her hair wasn't completely dry, but it was a
whole lot better than it was and she thought it was good enough for her
naked meeting with Knoxx.  So, she turned off the hair dryer and gave it
back to Thorson.  Then she walked over to the peg, retrieved her off-white
panties, and slid them on.  As she grabbed her backpack and started walking
out the door, she heard the guys yell in unison, "Bye-bye, Underpants Amy."
She was relieved to see a full-sized VW van with big bucket seats.  She
hopped in the passenger side as Russ started it up.  There was no traffic
on this Saturday afternoon, and they pulled up in front of the
administration building just before 5 o'clock.  She reached over, shook
Russ's hand, and said, "Russ, it was nice to meet you.  Thanks." He
replied, "Yes, it was nice to meet you too, honey, ummm, I mean, Amy.  Even
under these awkward circumstances.  Hope you have a wonderful life after
you graduate." She smiled broadly at the nice man as she closed the van
door.  She waved again as she ran up the steps into Kameron Hall. The
building was empty, but fortunately, the doors were unlocked this time. 
The elevator zipped her up to the seventh floor, and she was not surprised
to see Knoxx and Laird waiting for her in the reception room.  She showed
her rear end to Knoxx so he could see the red mark on her panties, slid
them off, and hung them on the penis hook. Knoxx said, "Okay, Miss Suzuki,
please come in." And Amy planted her naked self in her assigned spot in
front of Knoxx's big desk.  Knoxx began, "Good.  Now, I've only got a few
things to discuss today.  But why don't you tell us how you think
cheerleading went last night and what you did for Edgar Thorson today.  Our
committee watched your cheerleading practice last night, but we want to
hear about it from your point of view." Amy didn't quite know what to say,
because she couldn't tell the truth that she didn't enjoy performing in the
nude like that.  So, she just described the moves using the names that
Mindy had told her.  She was surprised when Knoxx seemed to accept this.
Knoxx said, "Okay.  What about your ground crew work today?  Your hair
looks rather disheveled.  Remember your agreement with us that you would
present an acceptable appearance, and I must say that you don't look as
good as you usually do.  Is that because of your work today?" Amy thought
to herself, "Well, asshole, what else could it be?" But aloud she just
said, "Yes, that's right.  I guess I did some very physical hard work
today." Knoxx went on, "Okay, that's an explanation, but we're still
concerned about your appearance.  Anyway, Tyson and I saw you in the
fountain this afternoon.  How much money was in there?  What else did you
do today?" She replied, "Well, actually, I don't know how much money there
was.  I just swept it up, and Mr.  Thorson said he'd count it and give it
to charity." And then she described the work that she and Russ had done on
the sprinklers, and then the many rugs she had washed.  She left out the
part about her crying. Knoxx then said, "So, that's all good.  Now, Tyson
and I have reviewed the draft version of the diary and the sample panty
one-sheet that you gave us yesterday.  They both look good.  For the
one-sheets, you might want to leave room for a photo.  As we mentioned,
you'll have your photo taken with each panty auction winner, and they might
want to attach the photo to the document.  In fact, maybe you could figure
out a way to insert the photo into the document electronically and print it
the page there at the auction on Saturday night.  Sound reasonable?" Amy
just nodded her head and said, "Yes, sounds like a good idea." But she had
no idea how to accomplish that.  She'd ask Linda, the computer whiz;
hopefully, she'd know how. Knoxx said, "That's about all I've got.  Tyson,
anything else?" Laird just shook his head, and Knoxx went on, "Good.  Now
let's give you some panties to wear on your date tonight." She gave him a
stunned look and she thought, "How in the hell does he know about my date?
Did he talk with Thorson after my sobbing breakdown this afternoon?" By the
look on her face, he could tell what she was thinking, and he said, "You're
probably wondering how I know about your date with Dwight Henderson
tonight? Well, word does get around.  One of our observers in the dorm
heard about it and mentioned it to me." Amy wondered who the observer was.
She knew Linda wouldn't volunteer such private information to Knoxx unless
he explicitly asked.  She thought, "Oh, I know.  It was probably that
bitch, Kelly Stubbins, who probably heard the gossip in the hallways." As
she stood there, she felt her eyes starting to tear up, because even her
very private life was known to these creepy men. He opened the drawer and
pulled out a pair of blue panties.  He tossed them to her, and she slid
them on.  She was glad that she had something besides just plain white
tonight.  Thank heavens for even this smallest of favors. As she turned to
leave, he said, "Good night, Miss Suzuki.  I hope you enjoy the Marilyn
Monroe movie tonight." She hurried quickly out the door before they could
see her crying.  "So, they even know what Dwight and I are going to do on
our date tonight.  Oh my, I want my privacy back!" She made a quick pit
stop in the bathroom to empty her bladder and to regain her composure.  She
was happy to see that the two men weren't waiting for the elevator, and she
took the elevator down and left the building.  There was no one else on the
sidewalk, and she said aloud, "And now something fun for a change!"

   Chapter 44 - Amy and Dwight on Saturday Night

   As Amy got back to the dorm, she glanced at the clock in the lobby. 
5:45 PM.  And Dwight would be picking her up at 6:30 PM.  Not much time to
get ready.  She scurried up the stairs to the fourth floor, and she saw her
four friends talking in the hall - Linda, Maddie, Rekha, and Sharon.  And
when the four girls noticed Amy, they hurried to meet her.  Linda said,
"Hey, Sooz, we were just talking about you.  How are you doing?  How did it
go today?" Maddie asked, "I heard you were in the fountain.  What was that
about?" Amy held up her hand and said, "Hey, guys, I'm sorry I can't talk
now; I've got to get ready for my date.  And I've got a lot to do in only
45 minutes." Her friends looked disappointed, but then Linda smiled and
said, "Let us help you get ready.  Tell us what we can do." Amy paused for
a moment and then said, "Well, the first thing I need to do is to take a
proper shower, and I can do that by myself.  But then how about some help
with my hair?" Rekha said, "Yeah, we can do that.  Maybe some nail polish
and makeup, too?" Amy said as she unlocked the door, "You guys are great.
Give me a few minutes in the shower, and I'll meet you back here in the
room." Amy grabbed her shower stuff and scooted down the hall to the
bathroom.  She slid off her panties and hopped in the shower.  After she
used her nicely scented shampoo and body lotion, she felt so much better
than after that shower in front of the guys at Kellensworth.  She dried
herself quickly, slid her blue panties back on, and scooted back to the
room. Linda said, "Okay, roommate, here's what we're going to do.  We're
going to pamper you for the next half hour.  No arguing.  I'm going to work
the conditioner into your hair and then blow dry it.  Sharon is going to do
your nails - fingers and toes.  And Rekha is doing your face.  And Maddie
is going to supervise.  Your underarms and legs look good; so we don't need
to touch them up." Amy started to say something, but Linda continued with a
big smile, "Sooz, shut up.  I said no arguing." So, Amy smiled also, shut
her mouth, and stood in the middle of the room.  For the next few minutes,
she just luxuriated in the feel of being pampered by her good friends.
Rekha was kneeling in front of her working on Amy's toenails, and then she
said sheepishly, "Amy, you are kind of leaking down here.  Your panties are
getting a bit wet.  Maybe you should take them off and let us blow dry
them, since we know you can't put on a clean pair?  Here, should I just
slide them off?" Amy blushed and said, "Thanks, Rake, go ahead." Rekha slid
the blue panties down Amy's long legs and tossed them to Linda, who said,
"Amy, I'll use the hair dryer on these for a moment, and then I'll get back
to your hair." Rekha handed Amy several tissues, and Amy blushed some more
as she wiped between her legs. And now Amy was standing completely naked
surrounded by her four friends.  She was surprised how embarrassed she felt
even though they were all females and they'd seen her naked many times. 
But she just closed her eyes, said nothing, and let the friends do their
work on her. A few minutes later, Sharon said, "I think I've finished your
face.  Do you want some rouge or something on these?" And she lightly
tweaked Amy's left nipple.  "Or down here?" And she pointed to Amy's pussy.
Amy shook her head and said, "No, that would be a bit too provocative for
the first date." But then she laughed and said, "As if wearing only panties
on the first date isn't provocative." And they all laughed together. Then
Linda said, "And I think your hair is done.  No ponytail for you tonight!
How are the nails coming, Rekha?" "I'm almost done with the last finger. 
Just a second.  There!  Done!" They stepped back and let Amy walk over to
the full length mirror by the door.  She looked at her nude body and
smiled. Then she said, "I think I look wonderful.  Lindy, toss me my
panties." She caught the blue panties, slid them on, and looked herself
over again.  She nodded and smiled.  Then, she said, "Do you think my pearl
necklace would look good with this outfit?" They all laughed again, and
Linda said, "Yes, Amy, pearls would look great." Amy got out her string of
pearls, which her mother had given her for high school graduation.  Maddie
looped the necklace around Amy's neck and hooked the clasp in back. Amy
looked at herself in the mirror and then turned to face her friends.  Her
eyes watered a bit as she said, "You are wonderful friends.  Thank you so
much." And she hugged each of them. Linda said to Sharon, Maddie, and
Rekha, "Girls, we need to get down to the dining hall before it closes, and
Amy probably wants these last few minutes alone.  So, Amy, you have a great
time with Dwight tonight." And the four girls left. Amy sat down on her bed
and thought for a moment.  And then she loaded up the ankle pouch with her
keys, some money, and some other things.  She strapped it to her right
ankle and waited. But it wasn't more than a minute later that her cell
phone rang, and she smiled when she saw Dwight's name and number on the
display.  "Hello?" "Hi, Amy.  It's me - your date for the evening.  Are you
ready?  I'm out front.", Dwight said. "Sure am.  I'll be right down." She
closed up her phone and took a deep breath.  She said aloud to herself,
"Okay, lady, it's time for some fun." And she walked out the door and
trotted down the stairs, because she didn't want to wait for the elevator.
The girl wearing blue bikini panties, a pearl necklace, a big smile, and
nothing else walked over to the handsome guy standing on the curb.  She
gave him a peck on the cheek and simply said, "Hi".  He looked at her
pretty face and then took a step back and looked her up and down very
quickly before taking her hand and squeezing it.  He said, "You look
marvelous, Amy." She was almost skipping as he led her over to the red
Taurus. At the Student Union cafeteria, she got lots of stares from the
dinner crowd, but she was oblivious to them.  She and Dwight were engrossed
in their own little world chattering away about everything except her near
nudity.  And there were many more stares as they waited in line to buy
tickets at the little theater down the hallway from the cafeteria, and
again Amy didn't care. They laughed all the way through "Some Like it Hot"
munching on popcorn.  He put his arm around her bare back, and she leaned
her head on his shoulder.  Afterwards they had coffee at the Starbuck's in
the basement of the Student Union. As they were talking about the movie,
Dwight suddenly stopped talking, reached into his pocket, and brought out a
wad of money.  He plopped it on the table and said, "I just remembered. 
This is your change from my trip into Victoria's Secret a few days ago."
She picked it up and quickly counted the $45.  He went on, "The 15 pairs of
panties cost $155 including tax, and you gave me $200.  Remember?" She
smiled at him and said, "Yeah, thanks.  I had completely forgotten about
that.  What made you think of that now?" He blushed and said, "Well, we
were just talking about that hilarious scene in the sleeping car on the
train.  Those girls were wearing such funny looking underwear; I guess they
were called bloomers.  And that reminded me about the panties and hence the
money." Her eyes twinkled and she said, "Uhhh, and the panties sitting next
to you all night didn't trigger any reminders?" He blushed again and
admitted, "Umm, for some reason, no.  Now that I think about it, it doesn't
make much sense, does it?  But at least money-wise, we're square now." They
both laughed, and they went back to discussing the movie. About 11:30, he
said, "Ummmm, uhh, do you want to go to my apartment and listen to music?"
She smiled broadly and whispered, "I thought you were never going to ask.
Let's go." And she leaped to her feet, and the nearby coffee drinkers
admired her boobs as they bounced wildly.  If she hadn't been moving so
fast, they would also have seen the growing wet spot in the crotch of her
panties.  She grabbed his hand and pulled him up. The car seemed to want to
exceed the speed limit on the short drive to Dwight's place, but they
arrived without getting a ticket.  In the apartment, he led her down the
hall to his room, and they shut the door behind them and kissed
passionately. After a minute or so, Amy playfully pushed him away and with
a twinkle in her eye, she said, "You know, all the other guys look at my
boobies and my panties, but you only look at my face.  Why?" He blushed and
said, "Well, umm, I guess it's because I respect you so much." He smiled
and added, "Is that the right answer?" She replied, "Yep, that's the right
answer - most of the time.  But right now I want you to look at my whole
package." And she took a couple of steps back so he could see all of her,
and he looked her up and down several times.  Then, breathing heavily, she
continued, "Okay, that's better.  But you didn't see my whole package, did
you?  I want you to slide off my panties." She quickly bent over and
removed the velcro ankle pouch and tossed it on the table.  Then, more
carefully, she took off the string of pearls and laid them on the table. 
And she turned to face him with her hands slightly out from her sides. 
With her eyes twinkling, she said, "And that's an order, sir." "Yes,
ma'am." And he knelt down in front of her, put a hand on each side of her
panties, and slowly peeled them down her long pretty legs.  He left them in
a little damp pile on the floor as he kissed her thin strip of pubic hair.
He looked up at her face which was perfectly framed by her erect breasts
and said, "Okay, now it's your turn.  You haven't seen my package at all;
it's been wrapped up all this time.  And now you need to unwrap it.  And
that's an order, madam." She giggled, pulled him to his feet, and said,
"Oh, goodie!" And she slowly pulled off his shirt, shoes, socks, trousers,
and undershirt leaving him with only his white jockey shorts.  She rubbed
his erection through the fabric, and then she did the same thing he had
done moments earlier.  She knelt in front of him, put a hand on each side
of his briefs, and slowly peeled them down his legs.  She kissed the tip of
his erect penis, and whispered, "Get a condom, and hurry." Without moving
his feet, he reached to the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a
Trojans condom.  She grabbed it from him, ripped open the little package
with her teeth, and slid it onto his hard cock.  They tumbled onto his bed,
and moments later Amy moaned loudly as he entered her.  And only a few
moments after that she shuddered and moaned even louder as she came wildly.
Afterwards, she snuggled in his arms as he held her and stroked her long
dark hair.  She enjoyed the snuggling almost as much as the sex.  They lay
there quietly for several minutes, and then she whispered, "I'd like for
you to try something on me.  Could you massage my breast using your hand in
kind of a suction motion and slightly twisting the nipple?  Just one
breast. Your choice." She smiled at him. He gave her a quizzical look, but
he followed her instructions on her right breast.  And she was able to
replicate the same warm pleasant feeling that she had experienced with that
strange machine at Wytham.  After a few minutes, she whispered, "Get
another condom." Dwight replied sheepishly, "Amy, I'm sorry but that was
the only one I had.  Maybe I can find one down the hall in Mark's room?" He
started to get up from the bed, but she pulled him back and said, "Here",
and she opened her ankle pouch and brought out 4 condom packets. He almost
burst out laughing.  "You really came prepared, didn't you?" She smiled at
him and nodded.  Then she tore open the package and slid the condom onto
his erect cock.  And they made love again. A while later as they lay
together, he said, "Ummm, can you stay tonight?" She climbed up and
straddled his chest, and then she bent over kissed him hard and said "I
most certainly will stay tonight." And they fell into another long embrace.
Later she used his cell phone to call Linda; when there was no answer, she
left a voice message saying that she'd be gone all night. A couple of hours
and a couple of condoms later, he said, "I think we need to get some sleep.
I'm going to turn off the light.  Go ahead and get under the covers." He
started to get up, but in a serious tone she said, "Wait, please, Dwight.
There's something I need to say." He sat up on the bed, stroked her left
breast, and said, "Okay, Amy.  Go ahead.  What's wrong?" She smiled at him
and said, "Actually, nothing is wrong.  I feel wonderful right now.  But I
can't get under the covers.  I'll sleep on top uncovered, but you go ahead
and get under if you want." "Huh?  Why no covers?" And she explained about
Knoxx's no-covering-up rule, and how he had asked Linda if Amy slept under
covers.  She went on, "And Dwight, I think there's a very good chance that
Dr.  Knoxx is going to ask you about tonight.  Specifically, I think he'll
ask you if I covered my breasts or hid my pussy in any way tonight.  And I
want you to promise to tell him the absolute truth.  Don't feel that you
have to lie for me, because if he finds out that you lied, then he'll
punish you somehow." They continued to talk about this for a few minutes,
and Dwight eventually agreed.  And then they threw all of the top covers on
the floor and snuggled their naked bodies uncovered on the sheet covered
bed.

   May 13, Sunday

   Chapter 45 - Tale of Two Sundays - The Good Sunday

   Amy awoke with a start, and it took her a moment to remember where she
was.  And then she smiled as she saw Dwight's eyes looking down at her.  He
was stroking and playing with her long hair.  And she felt wonderful. She
looked over at the clock and it showed 10:10.  As she sat up on the bed, he
reached over, lifted her right breast, and kissed the nipple.  She returned
the favor by kissing his left nipple, and they smiled at each other.  She
said, "You know, I need to pee.  Which way's the bathroom?" "Down the hall
to the left", he replied. "Is there anyone else here?  Is it okay for me to
go naked out there?" He shrugged and said, "I don't know.  I didn't hear
Mark or Kevin come in, but I was distracted with other things last night."
She giggled at this remark.  He went on, "But don't worry.  We're kind of
used to seeing naked ladies around here on weekends.  Take a shower if you
want; there are clean towels and washcloths in the linen closet." She
tentatively opened the door and looked both ways in the hallway.  She kind
of scooted the few feet down the hall to the bathroom and quickly closed
the door.  She stood in front of the mirror looking at her big smile and
her twinkling eyes, and then she silently shook her arms above her head as
if she had pom poms, and she watched her own pretty breasts jiggle. 
Momentarily, she thought about her upcoming naked appearance as a
cheerleader shaking real pom poms, but she quickly put it out of her mind.
She hadn't felt this good in a long, long time. Then she thought about
Linda's "penis peeks" vs "pussy peeks" equation.  She smiled when she
realized that on Saturday the equation was a very unbalanced 200 to 1, but
for her today, it was perfectly balanced.  It was a wonderful 1 to 1!  And
those two peeks, one on each side, had been so much fun.  Then she
substituted a word and turned the two phrases into "penis pokes" and "pussy
pokes".  And she shook her make-believe pom poms again as she thought about
the pleasant pokes her pussy had received last night! She thought about
taking a shower, but she remembered that there was still one condom left,
and she didn't want to waste it.  So, she used the toilet, and then scooted
naked back down the hall to Dwight's room.  He was kind of snoozing on the
bed, but she could tell he was awake, and she hopped on top of him. She
said, "Remember that breast massage last night?" He chuckled and nodded his
head.  She lifted her left breast and went on, "Well, this one feels left
out.  It is saying 'Please, pretty please'.  And so am I." And a half hour
later, they lay cuddling on the bed with the last condom sitting in the
trash can after having done its duty. Dwight looked at the clock and said,
"It's almost 11, and I'm hungry." She replied, "Me, too.  But I want to
take a quick shower.  I don't want to go out to eat.  Do you have anything
here?  Maybe you can put on your chef's hat and nothing else and whip up
something in the kitchen?" He laughed, "Well, I don't own a chef's hat, and
I'm not very handy in the kitchen.  I'll get dressed and see what we've
got, and you take a shower.  Okay?" The naked girl smiled at him, and
smirked, "Well, okay.  But I was hoping to see a real 'Naked Chef' rather
than just the one on TV." She scooted back down the hallway to the bathroom
and took a quick shower. Just at the moment that she opened the bathroom
door, the next bedroom door opened, and naked Amy was surprised to see
Linda come out wearing a long T-shirt.  The two friends looked at each
other for just a moment, and then they hugged.  Linda said, "I got your
message, and I wondered if you were here.  I thought I heard some noises
down the hall, but Mark and I were in our own little world back here.  We
just woke up.  How was your date?  Or is that a stupid question?" Amy
wasn't extremely surprised to see Linda here, because she knew that Linda
often spent a weekend night with Mark.  Amy whispered, "Yep, Lindy, that's
a very dumb question.  This was one of the best nights of my entire life.
Dwight is wonderful." She raised her voice to a normal level and said,
"He's in the kitchen looking for something for us to eat.  Why don't you
and Mark join us?" "Good idea.  I'll get cleaned up and then drag his tired
ass out to the table", she said with a grin. Amy was still naked as she
walked out to the kitchen where Dwight was fumbling around in the
cupboards. She was disappointed to see that he was now dressed, but she
came up from behind and hugged him and said, "Linda and Mark are going to
join us.  Do you have enough food for four?  What about Kevin?  Is he
around?" Dwight turned around and faced her and said, "Well, Kevin's room
is empty; so, I don't know where he is.  And yeah 'Dwight's Diner' can
handle four for today's luncheon.  Do you have a reservation?" She giggled,
"Nope, no reservation.  But I know the owner." He replied, "Well, okay, we
can squeeze you in." And he lightly squeezed her left breast before
continuing, "But we have a dress code, you know." They both burst out
laughing. He went on, "Actually, all I can come up with is a few boxes of
breakfast cereal.  And some coffee and let's see, here's some apple juice.
How's that?" She kissed him and said, "Wonderful.  Let me go get dressed.
I'll be back in a jiffy." She dashed to his bedroom, grabbed her panties
from the floor, and slid them on.  She dashed back, and said, "Well, was
that jiffy enough for you?  And I now meet your strict dress code." They
both giggled. A moment later, Linda and Mark walked into the kitchen, and
Amy shook hands with Mark, who she had known for the last year while he had
been going out with Linda.  Mark looked her over briefly, but he quickly
lifted his eyes.  As they all gathered around the spartan table, Amy
noticed that Linda's T-shirt rode up revealing her bare butt as she sat
down.  She was momentarily jealous when she realized that one of the naked
ladies that Dwight had seen around this apartment had been Linda.  But she
quickly dismissed the thought as they started pouring cereal into their
bowls. As she was taking her first bites of cereal, Amy looked at the
clock. 11:30 and she needed to be at the baseball diamond at 12:30.  She
looked at Dwight and said, "Umm, Dwight, could you give me a ride over to
Marshall Ballpark after we eat?" He gave her a puzzled look and asked,
"Sure.  But why?" And she spent a couple of minutes explaining the naked
cheerleading that she would be doing in the afternoon as part of her
community service. Dwight gave her a stunned look, and said, "You're going
to be jumping around naked in front of all those people?" She just nodded.
He continued, "That sounds like rather extreme punishment." She shrugged
and said, "Yeah, I think so, too.  But I don't really have a choice and
I've been naked or close to it a lot these last several days like the time
I was ushering at the concert.  I'm sure not used to having so many people
look at my nude body, but I need to follow the punishment rules.  Now, can
we talk about something else?  Isn't the spring time weather wonderful?"
And they all awkwardly agreed, and the conversation shifted away from her
nakedness to other topics like upcoming final exams. After they finished
eating, Amy retrieved her ankle pouch, said goodbye to Linda and Mark, and
she and Dwight walked silently down to the car. As she buckled her seat
belt, Amy said, "Do you remember what you said at Starbuck's last night?"
He shook his head.  "Well, you asked if I wanted to come back here and
listen to music.  And, sir, I didn't hear a single note of music all night.
What do you have to say for yourself?" His eyes twinkled as he said, "Well,
Amy, I think we made our own special music last night." She laughed as he
started up the car. At the ball field, she leaned over and kissed him, and
she felt his hand lightly squeeze her bare right boob.  She didn't flinch
or object.  She hopped out and then waved as he drove away.  Then, she
reached up to her neck and realized that she didn't have her pearl
necklace, but she smiled and thought, "No big deal.  I left it on his
bedside table, and I'm sure that I'll be back in that room again soon."

   Chapter 46 - Tale of Two Sundays - The Bad Sunday

   The fans were just starting to arrive for the baseball game, and they
stopped in their tracks when the nearly naked girl got out of the car.  Amy
had been here for a few games, but always as a ticket holder; she had no
idea where the cheerleaders were supposed to enter.  There was a single
security guy standing nearby talking with an older couple, and Amy
hesitantly approached the three people.  She was pretty sure the campus
security guy would be one of Knoxx's spies, and so she made sure to keep
her hands down at her sides as she walked up to them. The officer saw her
and stopped talking with the couple, who turned to follow his gaze at
pretty girl with the bare breasts who was walking towards them.  The
elderly lady stepped back and turned her head away and said, "Well, I never
. . ." But her husband just stared at Amy.  The lady continued, "Come on,
Harry, we're leaving.  I don't care how much you like baseball." And she
tugged her husband by the arm, and he continued to stare as she dragged him
away. The security guy said, "Well, Underpants Amy, you just cost us two
admissions.  Are you proud of yourself?" No, Amy was not proud of her near
nakedness and she stammered, "Oh, uhhh, I'm sorry, umm, officer.  I'm, umm,
you know, umm, part of the cheer-- uhh --leading team today.  Ahh, where
can I, uhh, go in?" Without saying anything, he grabbed her elbow and
started leading her away, and she thought he was going to arrest her.  She
started to say something, but he said, "Shut up.  I'm taking you to the
staff entrance." The staff entrance was down the left field line, and the
security guys at the entrance gate smiled as they approached.  The first
officer said, "This one says she's a cheerleader.  Know anything about
that?" One of the guys at the gate said, "Well, I heard something about a
naked cheerleader today.  But I don't think this could be her, because
she's wearing blue panties.  Well, sweetie, I'll believe you if you take
off your panties, and then I'll let you in if you agree to keep them off.
In fact, maybe I ought to hold onto them for you until after the game?" Amy
was stunned, but she felt that she was stuck.  With the three officers
watching, she slid her panties off and meekly handed them to one of the
guards.  The three men broke out laughing, and one of the gate guards said,
"Just kidding, Amy.  We know who you are, and why you're here.  Our boss,
Mr.  Greggson, told us to give you a hard time before we let you in. 
Here's your underwear back, but he was serious about you remaining nude
inside the ballpark.  So, sorry, you can't put your panties back on.  I
guess you'll have to carry them in your hands; he didn't give us detailed
instructions about how you should carry them if you can't wear them." Amy
sort of smiled at them and stepped inside through the turnstiles.  She
looked across the field and saw the J-Team cheerleaders assembled down the
first base line just beyond the dugout.  She turned back to the guard and
asked, "Should I walk across the field or go through under the stands?" He
just shrugged and said, "I guess you could go across the field, but the
other cheerleaders went through here down past the concession stands.  Your
choice." This was a choice between two evils, and she had to pick the
lesser of the two; she could either walk across the field in full view of
the growing audience in the stands and next to the ballplayers taking
batting practice, or she could squeeze her way through the crowds in the
narrow concourse area with the concession stands.  She chose the latter.
She took in a deep breath and started out in the aisle under the temporary
bleachers along the left field line.  There were only a few people here,
and she just smiled as she brushed by them.  But when she got to the
permanent stands, the aisle narrowed to a cramped, dark hallway where the
restrooms were located.  There was the usual line of women outside the
ladies' room, where she knew from experience that there were only three
stalls for all the women to use.  Mostly she just got incredulous stares
from the ladies, but as she approached the men's room entrance, a bunch of
men walked out at once and blocked the narrow hallway.  She said, "Excuse
me, I need to get through", and some of the men moved back to let her
though and to get a look at the pretty naked girl.  But several of the guys
stood their ground in the middle of the hallway and continued to block her
way.  And a few more circled around and blocked the hallway from the way
she had come. The nude beauty was now surrounded by leering guys, and she
could smell alcohol on some of them.  The game hadn't started yet, and
these guys were already drunk!  She looked both ways and then pleaded with
them, "Please let me through.  I'm one of the cheerleaders, and my team is
expecting me." One of the drunk guys was wearing what looked like biker
clothes, mostly black leather, and he said, "Is that so?  Well, you look
like a slut to me.  Where's your cheerleader outfit?  Not that I'm
complaining.  I like looking at your cunt.  Look at that neatly trimmed
little strip of hair just above your cunt lips.  And, guys, how about these
boobs?" And before Amy could stop him, he reached out and fondled her left
nipple. She started to cry, but just then one of the two gate guards
appeared and said, "What's going on here?" He glared at the biker guy and
said, "Are you hassling this woman?" The biker said, "Oh no, officer, I was
just looking at her naked body." The guard said, "Well, that's not the way
I saw it.  Come on, you're out of here." He grabbed the biker and yelled at
the other men, "Move back and let her through." And he hustled the biker
down the hall and out the gate.  Amy followed him until she was clear of
the crowd of men.  A few of the men patted her butt as she passed by. The
hallway widened behind home plate, but there was a crowd of people there at
the concession stands.  This was a more genteel crowd waiting to buy hot
dogs and cokes, but she felt her butt squeezed a couple of more times as
she pushed her way through. The hallway narrowed again down the first base
line, but thankfully there were only a couple of people here at the
condiment stands loading up their hot dogs with relish and mustard.  The
naked girl just smiled at their gawking faces as she scooted by. She was
relieved to get back into the daylight as she exited from under the
permanent stands.  She made a left turn into the pathway that led to the
field.  There were several of the Bancroft baseball players standing there
waiting their turns for batting practice.  They turned and smiled when they
saw the pretty nude coming towards them.  She smiled back and several of
them said, "Hi, Amy." Finally, she made it to the gate entering the field,
and the security guard just smiled at her and opened the gate to let her
out onto the field. She breathed a big sigh of relief as she ran the few
steps towards the dugout where the cheerleaders were assembled.  Mindy came
over, and seeing the distressed look on Amy's face, she squeezed Amy's
hands and said, "Hi, Amy.  Come over here and sit down for a minute." And
to the rest of the team, she said, "Hey, guys.  Let's sit down on the grass
for and talk for a minute." Amy let Mindy guide her to a spot near the
stands but still on the grass, and she sat down with all of the other
cheerleaders.  As on Friday night, they sat with legs crossed Indian style
in a circle thus exposing Amy's open pussy to John's view.  Mindy said,
"Okay, let's talk about our routines and when we're going to do them for a
few minutes.  And Amy, after we're done here, Dr.  Knoxx over there wants
to talk with you.  But for now, just listen to what we're going to do."
Mindy spent a few minutes outlining what stunts they were going to do
between innings and what cheers to do when Bancroft scored.  The other team
members chimed in with questions and suggestions until it was all clear to
the team. Mindy stood up and reached out her hand to help Amy to her feet.
She led Amy a few feet away and said, "Amy, as I said, Dr.  Knoxx wants to
talk with you, but first he gave me a few instructions about your, ummm,
attire today.  He wants you to wear this dark green Bancroft baseball cap
and feed your ponytail hair through this opening in back.  And, ummm, how
do I say this, he wants you to use your panties to tie your hair for the
ponytail." Amy thought, "And so this is how he wants me to carry my panties
this afternoon.  How embarrassing!" But she just silently nodded. Mindy
said, "Do you want me to help you with your hair and the cap?" Amy just
nodded again and handed her panties to Mindy, who pulled her hair back into
a ponytail and then wrapped her light blue panties around the hair and tied
them in kind of a bow.  Then, she put the baseball cap on Amy's head,
opened the adjustable strap in back, fed the ponytail into the opening, and
then closed the strap and adjusted it to the right position.  She stood
back and looked at the naked girl wearing only the ball cap and the panty
hair band.  She smiled at Amy and gave her a quick salute; Amy smiled and
saluted back to her. Mindy said, "Okay, go talk with Dr.  Knoxx, and then
come back here and we'll do our first routine." Amy turned to go and looked
down at her naked body which would be on display all afternoon.  She
realized that she was still wearing the ankle pouch.  She turned back to
Mindy and said, "Hey, Mindy, could you please hang onto this for me?" She
took off the ankle pouch and handed it to Mindy, who said, "Sure, Amy. 
I'll put it in my book bag." The nude girl turned again and scanned the
stands to see where Knoxx was sitting.  She spotted him and the other
committee members sitting about halfway up behind the first base dugout. 
She walked over to the stands, climbed over the low fence, and walked up
the aisle to where the men were seated. The several rows in front of the 5
men were empty, and Amy sat down in a seat in the row in front of Knoxx and
turned sideways to sort of face them.  But Knoxx said, "Hello, Miss Suzuki.
Glad you could make it today." As if she had any choice in the matter. 
"Why don't you just stand and face us rather than twisting yourself
sideways in the chair like that?" She sighed, and stood as he instructed.
He said, "Good.  You look good in that baseball cap and ponytail.  Turn
around for us." She did as instructed, and she could feel their eyes
looking at her bare ass.  Knoxx went on, "I like how Miss Rafferty found a
good use for your panties.  Okay, turn back and face us." And she did,
making sure that her hands didn't accidentally cover her boobs or pussy.
"Now, I talked with Mr.  Thorson this morning, and he told me there were
some issues yesterday.  He said you didn't complete your assigned tasks; I
think he said there were some carpets that did not get washed.  And he said
you had an emotional breakdown as well.  We're happy to see that you've
recovered from whatever was bothering you enough to start crying like that.
But we are concerned about you not washing all of the required rugs.  We've
heard what Edgar had to say about this, but we want to hear your side of
this as well before we decide how to handle the situation." Amy looked down
at her bare breasts for a moment to gather her thoughts.  She said, "Well,
it took me longer than he expected that it would to wash each rug.  I was
doing it almost all by myself.  I tried to speed up after the first few
took so long, but it was still going to take too long to do a good job. 
And I needed to be at your office for the 5 o'clock meeting.  So, he said
he would have some other workers do the last batch of rugs." Knoxx seemed
to be looking at her pussy and said, "Well, okay, that pretty much jibes
with what Mr.  Thorson told us.  But we feel that you should do some extra
work this afternoon to make up for those carpets that you didn't wash.  So,
when you're not doing cheers with the cheerleaders, we want you to help
with the ground crew.  Specifically, they drag the infield after the 3rd
and 6th innings, and you will help with that.  Also, our baseball team
would like an additional batboy for the game.  Actually, I guess you'd be
called a 'batgirl' instead.  At any rate, you'll do normal batgirl duties
during the game.  So, you're going to be kind of busy this afternoon.  Your
first priority is cheerleading, but there will be plenty of time for the
other work as well.  Understand?" Amy sheepishly said, "Yes, I understand."
Knoxx smiled and said, "Good.  And one more thing.  After the game, let's
go straight back to my office for our usual afternoon meeting.  It's a nice
day, and you can walk back with Tyson and me.  Okay?" Amy was still looking
down at her tits, and she quietly said, "Yes, sir." Knoxx said, "Good.  I
guess we're all set.  Now, go help our team win this ball game." The naked
girl trudged back down to the field and walked over to Mindy.  She said,
"Mindy, he wants me to do some other things as well as cheerleading." Mindy
said, "Yeah, I was afraid of that.  So, are you going to be in the dugout?"
Amy nodded.  Mindy went on, "Well, I'll yell at you or signal you somehow
that we're ready to do a cheer.  We'll be doing cheers between innings, but
also when we score or make a good play of some sort.  So, watch for those
times." Amy said, "He wants me to help drag the infield after the 3rd and
6th innings.  So, I guess I should do that instead of cheerleading then?"
Mindy thought for a moment before saying, "Actually, let's just plan to
skip cheering at those times.  Thanks for reminding me; I'd forgotten about
the ground crew being on the field at those times.  Okay, why don't we do a
shoulder lift now before you go to the dugout?" Amy blushed, but she
followed Mindy over and the team got into formation.  Amy put her foot on
John's bent leg and then swung her other leg up and over his shoulder
without any trouble at all.  John had a fairly long hairstyle, and the
hairs on his neck tickled her open pussy.  But she caught the pom poms from
Mindy and twirled them above her head.  And she shook her pretty breasts
while the others went through their cheer.  And the fans in the stands
loved it; they gave the J-team a standing ovation. As they finished, she
climbed down and shook her pom poms as she walked over to the dugout.  The
players stopped talking and stared at the nude girl as she waited for Coach
Walker to finish talking with the pitcher and catcher.  When he turned, she
said, "Coach Walker, I'm Amy Suzuki, and I'm supposed to be a batboy
today." The coach smiled as he looked over the pretty girl's body, and as
he stuck out his hand, he said, "Hi, Amy, nice to meet you.  Yes,
Chancellor Knoxx told me that you'd be here.  Have you ever been a batboy,
umm, I mean a batgirl before?" Amy shook his hand and said, "No, sir, but
I'm a big baseball fan.  I've been to lots of games, and I know what
batboys are supposed to do." Walker said, "Hey, that's great.  So, let me
introduce you to our usual guy who happens to be my son, Jacob.  Hey, Jake,
come over here." The kid came over with his eyes wide.  He looked to be of
high school age, maybe 15 or 16.  His father said, "Jake, this pretty lady
is Amy Suzuki, and she's going to help you today." Amy shook hands with the
kid.  The coach went on, "Amy, I understand that you'll be doing cheers and
maybe some ground crew work also during the game.  So, Jake, you and Amy
coordinate.  But why don't you start by showing her where things are and
telling her what the usual routine is?  The game starts in a few minutes;
so, be quick.  Oh, and son, looking but no touching.  Right?" The kid
smiled and nodded at his father.  He said, "Come on, Amy, I'll show you
where the bat rack and batting helmets are kept." The two of them walked to
the end of the dugout, and he pointed out the various things that they
would need to worry about.  Then, Jacob introduced her to the players; she
knew several of them from her classes, but she felt uneasy as they all
stared at her naked body.  Finally, he led her over to a spot at the edge
of the dugout and said, "This is where we'll kneel when there's nothing to
do." And he showed her the stance with one knee on the ground, the other
leg bent out front, and a hand propping up a bat.  She practiced this, and
the young boy gazed a bit too long at her open pussy lips. Then just before
the game started, Mindy yelled at Amy to come over.  And they did a quick
cheer and then stood while the national anthem was played.  Amy took off
her cap, and she was really embarrassed, because it seemed disrespectful to
be naked with her right hand above her bare left breast as the Star
Spangled Banner was played over the speaker system.  She had been very
careful to not cover her breast with her hand or her cap, because she was
sure Knoxx was watching for violations even during the national anthem. 
After the song ended, Amy returned to the dugout. The home team took the
field, and there wasn't much for the batgirl to do while the other team
batted.  So, she just stayed there in her kneeling stance with her pussy
and boobs in full view - mostly to the other team as they came to bat.  It
was a tiny consolation to her that her nakedness might distract the other
team, Wilkinson College, and maybe give Bancroft a little bit of an
advantage. The top of the first inning went by quickly, and the only time
she got out of her kneeling stance was to retrieve a foul ball.  She
thought she should return it to the umpire, but he smiled and waved her
away.  She just dropped the ball in the bucket of used baseballs. After the
inning, she scooted over to join the other cheerleaders.  Mindy had the two
guys get in position for Amy to stand on their bent legs.  Amy hopped up,
and the four girl spotters used their hands to keep her from falling.  Amy
thought she felt a light squeeze on her butt from one of the spotters.  But
she just spread her legs wide and shook her pom poms above her head.  Her
pussy was wide open and her boobs were bouncing enticingly.  Another big
round of applause. Amy returned to the dugout, and with the home team
batting, there was more for her to do.  She tossed the pine tar rag to the
on-deck batter; she retrieved the bat after the batter tossed it away; she
retrieved the weighted ring that the batter used while warming up; etc. 
She didn't like the metal bats that the colleges used; she preferred the
wooden bats that the pros used.  But at least the metal bats didn't break,
and so she didn't have to worry about replacement bats during a plate
appearance.  But she did have to make one trip out to first base to take
the shin guard from the batter who had got a base hit.  She didn't like
doing all of this in the nude, but she was actually enjoying being so close
to the action. When Bancroft scored a run in the first inning, Mindy
signaled for Amy, and she joined them in cheering, jumping, and twirling to
celebrate the first run of the game.  After the inning, Amy joined the
J-Team down the third base line in front of the visitor's dugout.  They set
up for the pyramid formation.  Amy climbed up on top, and she started in a
kneeling position with her boobs hanging down invitingly; she flipped her
head so that her ponytail was lying on her back rather than at her side
which she knew would block the view of her breasts.  Then, she carefully
stood on the backs of Jill and Monique, and this gave the third base fans a
nice view of her open pussy and bouncing breasts as she shook her pom poms.
The wind kicked up as she was standing there, and she felt the breeze on
her exposed pussy lips, and her ponytail flapped like a flag.  Another big
round of applause including from the visiting team.  She stumbled a bit as
she was getting down, but Mindy was there and stopped her from falling to
the ground.  She shook her pom poms as she trotted back to the dugout.
During the next three breaks between innings, the J-Team just did their
well-rehearsed on-the-ground cheers with the naked girl in the middle
shaking her various assets - pom poms and boobs.  When Bancroft scored
again in the third inning, Mindy had Amy twirl on her toes as best she
could. A few minutes later at the end of the third inning, Amy looked
around to see where she should go to help dragging the infield.  She
started down the first base line assuming that the ground crew was located
there because the home team dugout was on that side.  Wrong assumption,
they were on the left field side, and she saw them only after they'd
started.  So, the naked girl ran across the field and waved at one of the
guys pulling a steel drag mat.  He scowled at her, but she pulled up beside
him and grabbed the rope handle to help him.  But he just let go, threw up
his arms, and walked away disgustedly, leaving Amy to pull the steel mat by
herself.  This thing was heavier than she thought, and she struggled to
keep it moving.  Nothing like on-the-job training!  Her portion of the
infield was right next to the infield grass, and she thought this would be
the shortest portion, but when she got over to first base, she realized
that they expected her to do the outer part of the dirt on the return trip
right next to the outfield grass.  And so the naked girl had the longest
trip around the infield rather than the shortest.  Her boobs bounced wildly
as she struggled pulling with her right hand.  So, she switched to using
both hands at once pulling the rope behind her back, and this flattened her
chest, much to the disappointment of the watching crowd, who preferred to
see them bouncing; the fans started to boo.  And Amy started to cry mostly
from exertion, but partly from embarrassment.  By the time she had finished
at the third base line, sweat was pouring down her chest, off her boobs,
into her pubic strip, and then onto her pussy. The head groundskeeper was
an older gentleman, Kent Small, and he helped her carry the drag mat back
to its spot on the side of the field.  She bent over from exhaustion, and
Kent put is arm around her shoulder and said soothingly, "Amy, you're a
real trooper, but you should have checked with me before the game to see if
you could handle one of those things by yourself.  Are you all right?" The
nude girl was aware of the scene that she was causing with her hands on her
knees and her breasts jiggling beneath her.  But she needed to catch her
breath.  After a few seconds, she replied, "Yeah, I think so.  I'm just
winded." And Kent led her over to a folding chair next to the railing.  She
sat down, and he handed her a towel and a bottle of water.  She looked up
and saw that two of the grounds keepers had taken big rakes out to smooth
off the rough spots that Amy had left behind in the dirt.  And she noticed
the umpire with his hands on his hips waiting for them to finish.  She
closed her eyes and shook her head as she realized that she had delayed the
entire game.  She was certain that Knoxx would punish her for this somehow.
She sat in that chair next to the third base stands for the next half
inning while the other team batted.  It was a long inning which was good
because it allowed her to catch her breath, but it was bad because
Wilkinson College scored three runs to take the lead.  After the last out
of the inning, she ran across the diamond to the first base side to join
the cheerleaders.  She had trouble smiling this time while doing her naked
twirls and shakes.  And after the cheer was over, she trudged back to her
batgirl position near the dugout. The game was only in the fourth inning,
and the naked girl was already on the verge of another "emotional
breakdown" as Knoxx had put it.  She felt as if she could start sobbing at
any moment.  She was thoroughly embarrassed and humiliated by the
experiences so far, and there were still many more innings left to play in
the game.  Could she make it through? In the bottom of the fourth, she only
had to retrieve a couple of bats and take some balls out to the home plate
umpire.  And then she joined the J-Team for the between-innings cheer.  She
went through the paces by shaking her pom poms, but without any enthusiasm.
After they finished, Mindy guided her to a chair near the other
cheerleaders.  Mindy put her arm around the naked girl and said, "Amy, are
you all right?" Amy was really on the verge of sobbing now.  She really
wanted to bury her head on Mindy's shoulder and have a good cry.  But she
knew she couldn't do that.  She couldn't give Knoxx another reason to
punish her some more.  She looked up and said, "Yeah, Mindy, I'm okay. 
Pulling that steel mat thing sapped me of my energy.  I need to get back to
the dugout." As she stood up, Mindy handed her a bottle of Gatorade, and
said, "Here, this might help." Amy waved quickly at Mindy and scooted back
to the dugout between pitches. The Gatorade did seem to help her
physically, but emotionally she was still pretty much of a wreck.  She
knelt there dully with her gaping pussy in full view as the other team
batted.  After the inning was finished, she trotted back to the J-Team.  As
she approached, Mindy came up and faced her with a hand on each of Amy's
shoulders.  Mindy really wanted to give her a pep talk, but considering
Amy's situation, Mindy knew this wouldn't work, because Amy was being
forced to do this.  So, Mindy took a chance and said, "Amy, we're going to
do the pyramid formation again.  Are you up for that?" Amy nodded her head
slowly and smiled.  Of the three lift formations that they had practiced on
Friday, Amy liked the pyramid one the best, and Mindy could detect that.
So, Amy climbed to the top of the pyramid and first kneeled to show off her
hanging boobs, and then she stood up, caught the pom poms, raised her arms,
and spread her feet.  Mindy came around in front and looked at the wide
spread naked girl, and she could see a brighter smile on Amy's face.  Mindy
let the formation last about 30 seconds longer than it usually did just to
get Amy kind of excited again. And it did kind of help Amy get back to
normal, if you can call being naked in front of a stadium full of people
normal.  She did the between-inning cheerleading routines and batgirl
duties without incident til the end of the sixth inning. When she saw the
grounds keepers start moving after the sixth, she trotted over to Kent, who
handed her a big rake and said, "Amy, just go out and smooth out the
pitcher's mound this time.  I don't want you to wear yourself out today."
So, the naked girl took the rake and walked out to the pitcher's mound. 
She quickly smoothed out the dirt and bent over to brush off the pitching
rubber with her hands.  She heard the yells of appreciation from the fans
as she bent over.  And when she looked up, she saw the opposing pitcher
standing there looking at her naked body as he waited to do his warm up
pitches.  The fans applauded again when she trotted back to the sideline
with her breasts swaying.  She smiled at Kent as he took the rake, and she
dashed back to the dugout. The next few innings were routine.  The J-Team
did the double-leg lift to show off Amy's spread eagled naked body, and Amy
climbed up on John's shoulders again.  But mostly she just had to dance
around and shake the pom poms.  She made certain to do several of the
"Broken T" moves where she stuck her arms straight out to her sides and
then brought them in with her hands face up under her breasts so that she
could lift her boobs for display.  Also, the players seemed to be getting
used to having the naked girl kneeling there next to the dugout. As the
bottom of the ninth inning started, Amy was conflicted.  On the one hand,
she was glad that this humiliating experience was almost over, but on the
other hand, the Bancroft team was behind 3-2.  She wanted her school to
win, but she wanted to get out of this extreme naked exposure. Bancroft put
on a rally in the ninth inning.  They loaded the bases with one out, and
Mindy signaled Amy to join the cheerleaders.  Amy ran down to the J-Team
and joined them in a cheer while the visiting coach talked with his
pitcher. And when the next batter hit a sacrifice fly to tie the game, the
crowd erupted and the J-Team did another cheer with the naked girl happily
twirling in the middle of the line.  But when the next batter made the
third out, Amy's spirits sank, because the game was going to extra innings
tied 3 to 3, and there was no telling how much longer until she could
leave. Then she glanced over and saw that the grounds keepers were moving
again, and Kent waved at her.  She dashed across the field, and he gave her
the same rake and told her to do the area around second base.  More extreme
exposure with her boobs hanging while she raked, and her ass and pussy lips
in full view as she bent over to brush off the base itself.  She gave the
rake back to Kent, and then returned to her batgirl spot near the dugout.
As she was kneeling there in the 10th inning, she bowed her head and looked
down at her bare breasts and then down at her wide open pussy.  She thought
to herself, "How much longer would these private parts be on public display
this afternoon?" With baseball, it was hard to say. There was no scoring in
the 10th, 11th, and top of the 12th innings.  She joined the cheerleaders
between each of the innings.  They did her favorite pyramid formation
again, but the other times it was just twirling and shaking on the ground.
But the first Bancroft batter in the bottom of the 12th hit a home run, and
the place went wild.  The Bancroft players stormed from the dugout, and the
naked girl had to jump out of the way to avoid getting run over.  Mindy was
waving at her as the cheerleaders were running out to join the celebrating
players, and Amy waved her pom poms and shook her pretty breasts as the
cheerleaders gathered behind home plate to do their game winning cheer. The
celebration went on for a few minutes.  Amy shook hands with most of the
Bancroft players, and even a couple of the Wilkinson College players.  And
she got a few kisses and hugs from a few of the Bancroft players and
coaches as well.  And of course, she felt a few pats on her ass and even a
couple of squeezes of her breasts during the celebration. The cheerleaders
returned to their spot near the first base stands, and Mindy said to the
naked girl, "Amy, you were great again today.  I know this must have been
super embarrassing for you, but thanks again." Amy hugged the nice girl. 
Mindy went on, "Okay, let me help you with your hair." And she took off
Amy's cap and untied her panties from her ponytail.  She handed the blue
panties to Amy.  And then she got the ankle pouch out of her book bag and
handed it to Amy.  And she shook her hand again.  Amy then went around and
shook hands and hugged each of the other cheerleaders.  And she waved
goodbye to them as she started up into the stands where Knoxx was waiting.
She momentarily stopped and bent over to put on the ankle pouch, and then
she started to slip on her panties.  But she stopped as she remembered that
the security guy had told her that she had to be nude while in the stadium.
So, she just trudged up the aisle carrying her panties. As she approached
Knoxx and the other four men, she was struck how nattily dressed they were.
It almost looked like they were getting ready to play golf at an
upper-class course or to have a cocktail in the country club's bar.  Four
of the men were wearing polo shirts including Knoxx wearing a dark green
one with the Bancroft logo on it.  Laird had on a nicely pressed purple
plaid sport shirt.  They were all wearing tailored trousers and nicely
polished shoes.  And here she was completely naked with her panties
dangling from her hand; she was so ashamed to feel so out of place meeting
with these men. They all shook her hand and congratulated her on the
victory, and her cheerleading performance; Laird even patted her on the
back as she shook hands with Knoxx.  But she knew that their main focus was
on her boobs and pussy.  After a few more pleasantries, Brandon Kirkpatrick
said, "Well, Miss Suzuki, I have another appointment this evening, and so
I'll bid you adieu.  I presume that I'll see you at tomorrow's meeting." He
shook her hand again and left. Similarly, Lucas Telford said, "I'm sorry,
Miss Suzuki, but I must leave also.  Again, nice job today." And then Gavin
Farmer did the same, and she watched the three men walk away leaving her
standing with Knoxx and Laird.  She hoped that they would just leave too so
she could go home, but no such luck.

   Chapter 47 - The Naked Puppy Walk

   Knoxx said, "Okay, Miss Suzuki, please come with us and we'll walk back
to my office for our usual afternoon meeting." Knoxx and Laird led the way
with naked Amy following down the stadium stairs, and out the gate. On the
sidewalk, Amy paused and said, "Please, wait a moment for me to slip these
on." And she started to put on her panties. But Knoxx quickly said, "Oh no,
Miss Suzuki, that's not necessary.  You'll just be taking them off again in
a few minutes." Well, Amy wasn't so sure about the "few minutes" part of
his remark, because it was at least a 15-minute walk back to Kameron Hall.
She said, "But, Dr.  Knoxx, our agreement says that I only have to be naked
during these community service activities, and the ballgame is over now."
And she started again to pull up her underwear, but Knoxx quickly raised
his hand and said sternly, "Stop right now.  The agreement also says that
you will be nude during our afternoon meeting, and since we are going to be
discussing your 'situation' on this walk back to my office, I consider this
walk to be part of the meeting." He turned to Laird and continued, "Tyson,
please confirm that I'm legally correct here." Laird looked at Knoxx and
then at Amy and then back to Knoxx, "Yes, Cal, that is a valid
interpretation, and so, Miss Suzuki, since the Chancellor will be
conducting some business on this walk, you will remain nude until he says
that the meeting is over." Amy bowed her head, and stepped out of her
panties which were lying on the ground around her feet.  She picked them
up, and stood there for a moment before balling them up and closing her
fist around them so that they weren't really visible.  Knoxx looked at her
and said angrily, "Miss Suzuki, I don't like your attitude.  I shouldn't
have to remind you that during your punishment period that you do not
control your panties.  The discipline committee and I control them under
the terms of the agreement that you signed.  If we tell you to remove them,
you will, and they will remain off until we say that it is okay for you to
put them back on.  Please act more reasonably and hold your panties more
normally by the edge as we are walking.  Now, let's go." Knoxx and Laird
started walking. This conversation was overheard by several people
including the security guards who were still standing in the small plaza
outside the stadium.  Amy glanced around at them and blushed as she
realized what they had just heard and seen.  But she just bowed her head
and followed a few yards behind the two men with her panties dangling from
her left hand. Knoxx and Laird started talking about other university
administration matters and then about the success of the Bancroft sports
teams this year.  Amy followed silently.  She felt like a little puppy dog
following her masters.  Or maybe like a 5-year old little girl sulking
after she had just been disciplined by her parents.  She thought to
herself, "But I'm not a puppy dog or a 5-year old girl.  I'm a grown woman.
In a little over a week, I'll be a college graduate.  But here I am naked
following these two well-dressed men down the sidewalk.  And I don't have a
choice in the matter." And she continued her naked trek. The two men walked
slowly, and it took the strange little trio about 20 minutes to walk to the
administration building.  Even though it was Sunday afternoon, there were
lots of people out walking, riding bikes, or driving around campus, and Amy
was embarrassed as she felt the stares of all these people.  She tried to
ignore the catcalls and the horn honks, but she couldn't. As they
approached the building, Laird realized that Knoxx hadn't really conducted
any business about Amy's "situation" during this walk.  So, Laird said,
"Dr. Knoxx, are you going to go over the list with Miss Suzuki this
afternoon?" Knoxx gave Laird a puzzled look, but he noticed Laird slightly
waving his hands to urge him to say something related to Amy's case.  So,
Knoxx said, "Well, Tyson, I don't have that list with me at this moment. 
Let's talk about that when we get upstairs." And that little bit of
inconsequential talk satisfied Laird that they had legally covered their
asses while keeping Amy's ass legally uncovered for the last 20 minutes. In
the elevator, Amy stood in the back with her head down looking at her bare
breasts and bare feet and everything in between.  The two men looked at the
same things, albeit from a different perspective.  Nothing was said as the
elevator climbed to the seventh floor. In Knoxx's waiting room, Knoxx
pointed to the penis hook, and Amy noted that yesterday's panties were
still hanging there.  She just draped the blue panties on top of the white
ones and followed the men into his office.  Amy took her normal spot
standing in front of his desk.  Laird sat behind her on the couch, and she
knew he was looking at her naked butt. Knoxx sat down and shuffled through
some papers before opening a folder with her name on it.  He said, "Well,
Miss Suzuki, before we discuss your situation, let me ask how you liked the
movie last night.  Wasn't Marilyn fantastic as Sugar in that movie?" Amy
was annoyed that he was asking about her date, but she calmly said, "Yes, I
really enjoyed the movie.  It is a real classic." Knoxx continued, "Did you
do anything else on your date?" Amy didn't like where this conversation was
headed, but she blandly answered, "Yes, we ate dinner at the Student Union
cafeteria and had coffee at Starbucks there after the film." Knoxx
persisted, "And after that?" Amy replied, "We went home." She didn't say
that it was Dwight's home that she went to, and she hoped that Knoxx would
drop the subject. And she was relieved when he said, "Okay.  Well, Miss
Suzuki, another day has passed.  But your punishment period still has
several days to go.  And we're concerned, because we had some more reports
of you violating the rules set down by our agreement.  I would have
preferred to discuss this with you today, but it is getting late.  But I'm
also not sure that we've got all of the violations on the list yet, and so,
I'm going to defer that until tomorrow.  But I urge you to make sure that
you follow the agreement and not add any more items to the list in the next
24 hours.  Understand?" Amy meekly said, "Yes, I understand." Knoxx looked
at a clock and said, "Oh my goodness, it's 6:45 already, and I need to get
home." He reached into his panty drawer and pulled out a pair of flesh
colored panties.  As he tossed them to her, he said, "Here's for tomorrow.
See you tomorrow afternoon." Amy slipped on her clean panties and left. She
realized that she was too late for dinner at the dining hall, because it
closed at 6:30 PM.  And so, she trudged slowly down the street to the
Student Union, and she bought dinner at the cafeteria again.  She sat at
the same table where she and Dwight had sat the night before, and she
thought, "Yesterday, this same spot and the same food were so much fun. 
Today, this is just another embarrassing episode in my naked nightmare; I'm
just the freakish bare-breasted girl eating dinner alone.  But at least I
have panties on now after being naked all afternoon." And just then, a guy
yelled, "Hey, Underpants Amy, I see that you found your panties after
showing off your pubic strip all day." She sullenly finished eating and
trudged back to the dorm.

   Chapter 48 - Linda the Liar

   In her room, she was actually relieved that Linda was not there, because
Amy really wanted to be alone right now.  She didn't even turn on her phone
or look at email or the chatbox on her computer.  She had the Psych final
exam on Monday morning, and she needed to study a little bit more for that.
And she needed to work on the take-home exams for English Lit and for
Composition.  She pretty much had the English Lit essays done, but she
needed to review them.  But News & Feature Composition could take a while,
because it was a long list of multiple choice questions plus a few fill in
the blanks questions.  And the questions all looked pretty hard.  She
wished that Mr.  Albertson, the instructor, had assigned some sort of essay
or feature story to write, because she was good at writing. So, she spent
an hour reviewing her Psych notes and another hour finishing up the English
Lit essays and printing them out.  About 10 PM, she started on the
Composition exam.  She knew a lot of the answers, but she needed to double
check in her notes, in the text book, and on the web.  And the ones she
didn't know took even more time. About 11:30, Linda returned, and Amy told
her about the awful afternoon at the stadium.  Even though she left out the
part about the naked puppy walk across campus with Knoxx, Amy broke down
and cried while recounting some of the other really embarrassing things
that had happened.  Linda comforted Amy as best as she could under the
circumstances. Finally, Amy wiped away her tears and said, "You know, today
seems like two completely different Sundays in one.  The first half of the
day was the wonderful sex and time with Dwight; that's the good Sunday. 
And then the humiliating time exposing my naked body at the ballpark in the
afternoon; that's the bad Sunday.  And it all adds up to a single tale of
two Sundays." Linda was just about to turn off the lights, but she paused
and hesitantly said, "Uhh, Sooz, I should tell you that Knoxx called me
again tonight.  And I, uhh, uhh, lied to him." Amy sat down on the edge of
her bed and stared at her friend, "Uh, oh.  What happened, Lindy?" Linda
resumed, "Umm, he asked some more about your sleeping habits.  First, he
asked if you were following instructions not to cover yourself with a
sheet, and I said that you were.  Then, he asked if you wore your panties
to bed or if you slept in the nude.  I told him you usually wear your
panties, but once I saw you sleeping naked.  He even asked about your teddy
bear, Barney, and if you hugged him against your breasts at night. 
Similarly, about your pillow, if you ever hid your boobs with the pillow. I
told him you didn't." Amy said, "But those aren't lies.  You told the
truth. And I'm allowed to wear panties at night.  And there's nothing about
a pillow or my teddy bear in the agreement.  What's the problem?" But Amy
thought she knew where this was going. It was now Linda's turn to start
crying as she said between her tears, "He asked if you covered your breasts
with your arms and hands while you are sleeping.  I asked him why that
mattered, but of course, I knew; I was just killing a bit of time trying to
think of what to say.  And he answered by saying that if you were covering
your boobs, then he would have to do something about that.  And he went
into a fair amount of detail describing how he would require me to tie you
down on your bed each night - spread-eagle style on your back - so that
your breasts would be uncovered all night.  He even said that he might
require you to always sleep in the nude so that your pussy showed, too."
Amy gasped, but Linda continued between sobs, "And this is where I lied to
him, because I know that you sleep on your side, usually your left side
facing the wall with your back to me and your arms kinda tucked under your
chin with your legs pulled up - sort of like a fetal position.  I lied,
because I told him that you slept on your back with your arms at your sides
so that your breasts are always showing.  But I'm not sure he believed me.
Oh, Sooz, I'm just not a very good liar." Amy got up, crossed the room, and
hugged her good friend and said, "Lindy, I am really, really, really sorry
that you've been sucked into my mess.  But please don't worry about it.  If
he brings it up, which he probably will, I'll figure out a way to deal with
it." Linda continued to cry and said, "But it's all so stupid.  It's the
middle of the night with the lights off and I'm sound asleep.  No one is
going to see your boobies during that time anyway." Amy almost agreed but
after reflecting for a moment, she said, "Uhh, well, you know, our R.A.,
Kelly Stubbins, has a pass key and she could come in at any time.  And I
know that Stubbins is one of Knoxx's spies." Linda wiped her eyes and said,
"Yeah, you're right.  Maybe we should use that chain lock on the door at
night.  I don't think we've ever used that thing, but this might be a good
time to start." But Amy shook her head forcefully and said, "No, we're not
going to do that on my account, because I'm sure that if Knoxx found out
about that, then he would interpret that as me hiding myself.  I want to
just continue normally locking only the door lock, and I'll try to sleep on
my back even though that will be difficult for me." Linda said, "Okay,
Sooz. I'm sorry if my mentioning it upsets you, but I thought you should
know." Amy nodded and sat down at her desk.  Then Linda turned off most of
the lights and went to bed.  Amy stayed up for a couple of more hours to
work at her desk on the Composition exam.  And finally about 2AM, she was
getting tired.  She thought about doing the diary and one-sheet chores, but
she was just too tired.  So, she just crossed off another day on the
calendar, set her alarm clock for 7AM, and went to bed carefully lying down
on her back.



   Underpants Amy - Days 14 & 15

   May 14, Monday

   Chapter 49 - Unpunctual Posing

   Amy's eyes opened slowly on Monday morning, and she found that she had
unconsciously rolled onto her side during the night with her arms covering
her breasts.  She sighed and turned to look at the clock.  But when she saw
it flashing "PF", she knew she was in trouble because there had been a
power failure during the night.  She looked over at Linda, but her roommate
was still sound asleep.  Usually, Linda was up and about early on Monday
mornings, but this was finals week and Linda had told Amy that her first
final exam was on Monday afternoon.  Amy quickly swung her feet to the
floor and scooted across the room to look at Linda's clock.  It read 7:55
AM, and her heart sank; she was going to be late to art class. She briefly
sat back down on the bed and buried her head in her hands.  At first she
thought about why she was still using that very old digital clock with no
battery backup, and then she wondered why her computer was still running
after the power failure; she guessed it had rebooted itself after the power
came back on. But then she thought of more pressing matters.  Knoxx was
going to have a field day punishing her for this after reminding her just
yesterday to avoid any more violations.  But she thought through her
options quickly and realized that she might be able to mitigate the
consequences if she could speak with Dr.  Whiteside before the class
started. Amy didn't know Whiteside's phone number, but she looked up
Whiteside's number in the online campus directory.  There was only an
office number, no cell number.  She called that office number; no answer,
but she whispered a voice mail message into the answering machine.  Then
she called the Art Department main number hoping to reach a secretary;
again, no answer; it was still not 8 AM and the department secretary hadn't
turned on the phone system yet.  She left another message. She made a quick
trip to the bathroom to use the toilet.  As she sat there, she remembered
that she had planned to shave her legs and pubes this morning, but there
was no time for that now.  In fact, there was no time for a shower or to
eat breakfast.  When she got back to the room, Linda was stirring and
drowsily asked what time it was.  Amy replied, "8 o'clock.  And I'm so
screwed.  I'm late for art class." Amy quickly grabbed a Snicker's bar from
her stash in the desk, picked up her backpack, and dashed out the door. It
was a 10-minute walk to Wakefield Hall, and Amy thought about running to
cut it down to 7 or 8 minutes.  But she thought, "Oh, what the hell
difference is 2 minutes going to make.  If I'm late, I'm late." So, she
walked at her normal pace but she could feel her breasts rising and falling
more than usual; probably in apprehension about what would happen to her.
As she walked, she used her cell phone to call the Art Department again. 
This time the secretary answered and Amy asked her to go down the hall and
tell Whiteside that she'd be there in a few minutes.  She finished eating
the candy bar as she trotted up the steps with bouncing breasts and into
Wakefield Hall. She tried to be inconspicuous as she walked into the
classroom, but how could a bare-boobed woman taking off her panties be
inconspicuous?  Everyone in the room, stopped and looked at her as she hung
her panties on the hook and scooted naked up to the stage where Eva was
stretched out prone on the floor, elbows propped up, and a book in her
hands as if reading; her naked butt was prominently displayed. Whiteside
hurried up to the stage with a scowl on her face.  She patted Eva on her
bare ass, and simply said, "Stand up." Then she turned to Amy with anger in
her eyes and asked, "Where have you been?" Amy sheepishly replied, "I'm
sorry, Professor, but I overslept." Whiteside grabbed Amy's elbow and
swatted her hard on her bare bottom as if scolding a little child.  Amy's
instinct was to reach her hands behind her to fend off another spank, but
she kept her hands at her sides as Whiteside swatted her again even harder.
Amy bowed her head and waited for the next smack on her butt, but instead
Whiteside lifted Amy's chin and said, "Look at me." "You've disrupted this
class, and now I'll have to alter my class plans for a second time today.
So, give me a minute to look you over and figure out what to do." And
Whiteside circled the naked and downcast girl. Eva stood off to the side
also with her head down.  She felt sorry for Amy for getting chewed out
like that, but Eva knew there was nothing she could do.  She just stood
there in her own naked glory facing the class. After Whiteside had circled
Amy a couple of times, she knelt down in front of the naked girl and looked
at her pussy.  Whiteside said, "Well, Amy, I see that you've got your own
version of -- how do you Americans say it -- '5 o'clock shadow' down here
this morning." She dragged her finger down over Amy's mons next to the thin
strip of pubic hair and to the top of her pussy lips.  "Not only did you
oversleep, but you neglected your personal hygiene.  But let's see if we
can salvage something from this unfortunate situation.  Making sweet
lemonade out of sour lemons.  That's how you say it, n'est pas?" Amy just
stood there blushing at the intimate inspection of her pubic area with the
entire class looking on.  After a moment, Whiteside continued, "Well, Amy,
we're going to help you out this morning.  More precisely, Eva is going to
help you out by shaving your pubic area and your legs.  And this will give
us a few interesting poses for the rest of this shortened class period. 
So, Amy, go back to the props area, and in the little metal cabinet, you'll
find some shaving cream and a razor.  Bring them up here and give them to
Eva.  And hurry.  I'll get a couple of pans of hot water." Amy dashed down
the aisle, got the shaving cream and razor, and hurried back to the
platform handing the can and razor to Eva.  Whiteside returned with a
bucket of warm water and she poured some into two shallow pans and said,
"Okay, Amy, I saw Mr.  Lindstrom shave your pubes the other day, and I wish
I had a strap-down table to use like he had, but I don't.  So, you'll just
have to stay really, really still while Eva shaves near your pussy.  Sit
here on the floor facing the class, spread your legs wide apart, and lean
back with your hands on the floor behind you so that your boobs are
attractively displayed." Amy did as instructed and Whiteside made
adjustments. Whiteside then turned to Eva and said, "Okay, ma chÃ(C)rie, I
want you to resume your prone position, but without the book.  Lie down on
your tummy between her legs with your pretty tush showing, and you will
shave her pussy area leaving that nice thin strip.  Just do her pubes for
now; we'll do her legs in a few minutes.  When you finish, let me know, but
continue to hold the pose so the students can capture the intriguing
image." She grabbed Eva's elbow and led her over in front of the
wide-spread Amy.  Eva handed the can and razor to the instructor, kneeled
down first, and then lay on her stomach propping herself up on her elbows.
Whiteside dipped a washcloth in the warm water and handed it to Eva.  And
with a quick apologetic look into Amy's eyes, Eva wetted Amy's entire pussy
area.  Then Whiteside shook the can of shaving cream and handed it to Eva,
who squirted a big dollop into her hands.  Eva glanced at Amy again and
then applied the shaving cream to Amy's pussy area lathering it up quite a
bit.  Eva was apprehensive because she'd never shaved another girl's pubic
hair before, but she lifted the safety razor and held it just above Amy's
pussy for a second. At that point, Whiteside said, "Bon, trÃ"s bon.  Now,
Eva, hold that pose for a minute or so with the razor in the air to let the
class capture that before you actually shave her.  Amy, stop that
twitching! I see your toes moving a little bit; quit it!" The two naked
girls held still for the next couple of minutes as Whiteside went around
the class checking on the students' sketches.  Then, from the back of the
room, Whiteside said, "All right, Eva.  Shave away." And Eva slowly and
gently pulled the razor down over Amy's mons to the top of her pussy lips
carefully avoiding the thin strip in the middle; she used the fingers of
her left hand to hold Amy's skin taut while she shaved with her right hand.
She then rinsed the razor and wiped it on a towel and repeated the gentle
scrape down the other side of the strip.  She continued for a few more
minutes shaving away all of the stubble above and around the strip.  And
with a very careful hand, she shaved to the side of Amy's pussy lips.  She
noticed that Amy's clit was swelling and becoming more visible as Eva
continued shaving nearby. As she was shaving, Eva involuntarily bent her
legs at her knees and her legs popped up behind her.  Whiteside came over,
lowered Eva's legs, and swatted her bare ass.  She scolded Eva, "Hey, don't
raise your legs; I want your nice tush to be the center of attention back
there, not your lifted legs." Eva stopped shaving for a moment, and blushed
as Whiteside lowered her legs back to the floor and then adjusted them. 
Whiteside first spread them fairly wide by reaching in between her thighs
near her pussy to push them apart.  But Whiteside stood back and looked and
said, "Mais non.  It looks best with your legs together and butt slightly
raised." Whiteside slid her hand in under Eva with her fingers right on her
pussy, and then she raised Eva's hips and slid in a very thin pillow under
Eva's pubic area.  After a few adjustments, Eva's naked ass was prominently
displayed. All of the shaving took several minutes and the students
sketched away.  Finally, Eva wiped the last bits of white foam from Amy's
pussy and looked up at Whiteside and said, "Okay, I think I'm done here."
Whiteside replied, "TrÃ"s, trÃ"s bon.  But hold that position with the
towel for a couple of minutes.  Don't cover her pussy; just hold the towel
a couple of inches away as if your getting ready to wipe her again." All
the while, Amy felt her face and chest getting redder and redder with
shame. But she also was getting turned on by Eva's fingers so near her
pussy, and she also noticed her clit coming into view as it puffed up. The
instructor checked a few of the students' sketches and then came back up on
stage.  She said, "Okay, naked ones, let's shift positions." Eva was taken
aback by this, because she thought that Whiteside was going to have Amy
shave her now.  Since Eva had just shaved down there earlier in the
morning, she didn't think it was necessary again.  She was all set to
complain when Whiteside said, "Amy, remember how you bent over for Mr. 
Lindstrom so he could shave you underneath?  Well, I want the same position
now.  Turn your ass so that it faces the class and bend over." Amy vividly
remembered the embarrassing position in the Chancellor's waiting room as
the man shaved her from behind with Knoxx, Whiteside, and several others
watching.  And now she would have to do the same thing in front of the 30
or so students in the class while Eva shaved her.  She had no choice but to
assume the humiliating position and let Whiteside make the necessary
artistic adjustments. Amy kneeled down and bent over with her ass facing
the class; she rested her head on her hands on the floor.  She felt
Whiteside spread her legs at her knees as far as possible, and Amy could
envision the view of her ass and pussy that the students were now enjoying.
Whiteside positioned Eva off to Amy's left side and handed another wet
washcloth to Eva who wetted down Amy's crotch area.  Amy shivered a bit as
the water ran down her legs.  Then Whiteside handed the can of shaving
cream to Eva, who shook it rapidly and squirted a big wad into her palm. 
She lathered it up and then applied it to Amy's perineum and around her
asshole and pussy lips.  Very, very carefully she tightened the skin around
these sensitive areas with her left fingers and scraped the razor with her
right hand.  Again, Whiteside had her pause a couple of times to allow the
students time to sketch.  And she paused again after wiping the foam off of
Amy's very private parts. Whiteside came up on stage with the two nude
beauties and said, "All right, mes amies.  Nice job.  Let's do les jambes
now.  Sorry, I should use English, let's do the legs now.  Amy, please
stand here facing the class, legs wide spread, hands on your hips." Amy
took her position.  Whiteside went on, "No, not quite so wide.  Hands on
your hips not on your butt; just below the waist." Amy made the adjustments
and Whiteside nodded. Whiteside guided Eva around in front of the wide
spread naked girl and said, "Okay, Eva, this should be an easy job for any
American girl.  Just do the front and insides, one leg at a time, and we'll
do the rest in a few minutes. Using a soaking wet washcloth, Eva quickly
wetted Amy's right leg on the inside and front.  And then she again
lathered up the foam, and with another apologetic glance at Amy's eyes, Eva
spread the foam on Amy's right leg starting on the inside right next to the
pussy.  She spread it down the entire inside and then on the front starting
at pussy level.  Eva then scraped the razor slowly working her way up the
long pretty leg using long strokes.  Near her pussy, Eva pulled Amy's mound
slightly aside so she could work the razor into the tight spot.  Amy's clit
responded again at the stimulation nearby. Amy paused in the middle of one
of the long strokes to give the students time to capture the razor doing
its work.  When she finished, she wiped all of the excess foam off. She
repeated the process on Amy's left leg, and when Eva was finished,
Whiteside came up and closely looked at Amy's legs and pussy.  With her
fingernail, she scraped right next to Amy's pussy on the right side and
said to Eva, "There's still a bit of stubble in there.  Do it again.  Just
to be sure, do both sides near her vagina." And so Amy blushed as Eva
lathered up the legs right next to Amy's pussy and gently scraped away the
remaining stubble.  Whiteside herself wiped the foam away, and then
repeated the very intimate inspection.  She said, "Good, good.  Now let's
do the rear and sides of her legs.  Amy, turn around, spread your legs, and
then bend over.  This will tighten the skin nicely for Eva's shaving." Of
course, Amy knew that bending over really didn't tighten up the skin that
much.  She knew that Whiteside just wanted to embarrass her some more by
having her bend over again.  But she took the position with her hands on
her knees. Whiteside said, "Is that the best you can do?  Can't you reach
your toes?  Or maybe even put your hands on the floor?" Amy stretched some
more and was just barely able to touch her big toes.  Whiteside said,
"Well, okay, if that's the best you can do, hold that position.  And Eva,
you get going shaving the backs and outsides of her legs." This position
was probably even more embarrassing that her kneeling with her ass towards
the class, because this time not only were her asshole and pussy in full
view from the rear, but her boobs were swaying enticingly beneath her. 
Whiteside had used some hairpins to pin up her hair to avoid blocking the
nice view of her hanging breasts.  Also, Amy was looking upside down at the
class through her wide spread legs. Eva wetted the right leg, lathered the
shaving cream, spread the foam, and shaved the outside and rear of the leg
from the bottom up being careful near the pussy again.  And she repeated
the operation on the left leg.  Whiteside again made the intimate
inspection with Amy still bent over.  Amy thought her bending was done, but
Whiteside said, "Hold that pose for a few minutes to let the class finish
up." Amy was still in the embarrassing position when the bell rang to end
the class.  Whiteside slapped her ass and said, "Okay, Amy.  You can stand
up now." Amy was still flushed from having her head down for so long.  But
she heard Eva whispering to her.  "Amy, come over here for a moment." Amy
staggered over, and Eva said quietly, "I've got final exams at 8 AM each of
the next two days.  So, I guess you'll be on your own for those days.  Do
you have any early morning tests this week?" Amy shook her head and said,
"No, I've got 10 AM tests today and Thursday; so, I guess I'll be here all
week.  So, I'll see you Thursday?" Eva nodded and said, "Yeah, I guess so.
Good luck on your exam today.  Bye." And Eva left. Amy was alone and naked
on the platform now.  Whiteside came up to her and without saying anything,
lifted up Amy's left arm and looked at her armpit.  Whiteside said, "Well,
I thought so.  You might want to quickly shave under here before the next
class.  As you can see, we still have all of the tools and stuff sitting
right here.  Please go ahead." The naked girl looked at the clock and saw
that she had 5 minutes to shave her underarms.  She quickly lathered up and
shaved away the stubble.  Usually, she did this in front of a mirror, but
she knew she was required to do this up here on stage in full view of the
departing and arriving students.  This was embarrassing for her, but it was
really small potatoes compared to having Eva shave her pubes in front of
the earlier class. She sort of needed to pee, too.  But she knew better
than to press her luck with Whiteside any more than necessary today.  She
was pretty sure she could make it through the next hour, but she also hoped
that Whiteside wouldn't let the class run long so that she could pee
afterwards and still get to Younger auditorium on time for the Psych final
exam. For the next class, Amy thought that Whiteside was still pissed at
her for being late.  And Whiteside continued with more embarrassing poses.
This time Whiteside's supposed theme for the class was drawing female
genitalia.  And of course, the only female genitals in full view were
Amy's, and Amy spent most of the hour with her hands on or somewhere near
her pussy.  Whiteside started with Amy standing up with legs wide apart and
her hands spreading her pussy lips, and as Amy expected, Whiteside found
excuses to touch Amy's pussy during the pose - first to spread the lips
wider and later to point out the clitoris under its little hood.  Then,
Whiteside had Amy bend over somewhat like she had done in the earlier class
with her anus and vagina in full view and her hands on her butt cheeks. 
Then, she had Amy kneeling and spreading her ass cheeks to show off only
her asshole.  And finally she had Amy sitting in a chair with her knees
wide spread and Amy pointing at her own cunt. By the time the bell rang,
Amy really needed to use the toilet, but Whiteside insisted that she return
the props to their proper storage spots - the chair, the shaving cream and
razor, the bucket, and the pans plus a few pillows that had been used. 
This took a couple of precious minutes, and Amy hurriedly slipped on her
panties and dashed out the door with her backpack.  She raced across the
quad lawn to Younger Hall and into the ladies' bathroom.  But she was still
sitting in the stall when the 10 o'clock bell rang.  She quickly finished
and dashed across the hall to the auditorium where she saw Tyson Laird
standing by the door.  Laird opened the door for her, and she dashed to an
empty seat in the last row.  The instructor hadn't even started passing out
the test forms yet, but she knew that she was going to be dinged for being
late. The Psych test was harder than she expected, and she knew that her
lack of study time yesterday was going to be reflected in her score.  There
was no danger of an F, but she felt like she'd probably get a C which would
bring her final grade down to a B or B-, which was not up to her usual
standards.  So, as much as she had tried to keep up with her studies during
this naked nightmare, she realized now that it would be affecting her
grades.  And that bothered her a lot, because with her 3.48 GPA, she knew
she was on the borderline of graduating with honors.  It might still be
possible, but the lower than expected grade in this psych class would not
help.

   Chapter 50 - Talking to Dwight

   When she got back to the dorm, she was surprised to see a UPS package
sitting next to her door.  Normally, such packages were kept at the main
desk and a note left in the recipient's mail box.  But this package clearly
showed that it was from Victoria's Secret, and Amy knew that it was the
pair of replacement pink striped panties that she had ordered.  There
wasn't much chance that the package would be stolen, but it did seem like a
vulnerable target just sitting there in the hallway.  It just didn't make
sense why someone would leave it there.  But she just shrugged and picked
it up as she went into her room. She opened the outer package and saw that
inside was the expected package of panties.  She decided to leave that
inner package wrapped up, and she would give it to Knoxx this afternoon. 
She stuffed it into her backpack. Then, Amy checked her cell phone, and
noticed a couple of voice mail messages from Dwight from this morning.  She
listened to the first one, and she smiled as she heard, "Hi, Amy, it's me.
I just wanted to say, ummm, how much I enjoyed our time together on
Saturday night.  I found your pearls on the bedside table, and I guess you
know what that means.  You are required to come back here as soon as
possible and pick them up.  Call me.  Bye." She giggled. But the second
message had a different tone.  Dwight just said, "Amy, please call me.  I
need to tell you something." She frowned as she hit the reply button to
call him back.  She was relieved when he answered. She said, "Hey, it's me.
I just got your messages.  I was busy this morning and I just listened to
them now.  What's up?" Dwight replied with a light-hearted tone, "Hi,
beautiful.  How are you doing?  How were the baseball game and your test
this morning?" She smiled on hearing his cheerful voice, and she said, "I'm
fine, Dwight, and I'll tell you about the exam in a minute, but what was
your second message about?  It sounded serious.  Are you all right?" He
said, "Oh, yeah, that.  No, I'm fine, but you were right.  Chancellor Knoxx
called me this morning." And Amy's heart sank.  "He asked a bunch of
questions about our date.  Some of them rather personal." She said, "Oh,
no. But I hope you did as I asked and told him the complete truth.  What
did he want to know?" He replied, "Oh, things like, what time I picked you
up?  What we ate for dinner?  Were there lots of people in the cafeteria
and Starbucks?  He seemed to already know that we went to the cafeteria and
Starbucks.  How I liked the movie?" Amy said, "Well, he knew about the
cafeteria and Starbucks because he asked me about that on Sunday afternoon.
But those questions sound rather routine, and I'm not sure why he would
care.  But, umm, what were some of the personal questions?" He hesitated
for a moment and then said, "Well, he wanted to know what color of panties
you were wearing and if there was a little red mark on the back.  I told
him light blue and I wasn't sure about the red mark.  Why did he want to
know that?" She replied, "He wanted to make sure that I was wearing
approved panties." And she went on to explain how Knoxx gave a new pair of
panties each day and how the red mark indicates that they are approved. 
Finally, she said, "And what else did he ask?" He hesitated again and said,
"Umm, uhhh, how do I say this?  He asked if there was a wet spot on your
panties." And now Amy hesitated before saying, "Oh, god, that is personal.
What did you say?" "I told him 'yes' there was a wet spot down there.  And
then he asked if the other people nearby saw the wet spot.  I told him I
didn't know." Tears formed in Amy's eyes and she said, "Okay, what else?"
"Well, he then asked if you tried to hide the wet spot from view somehow.
For example, with your hands or a napkin?  I told him 'no'.  And then he
asked if you attempted to cover your breasts at any time during the
evening. I told him 'no' again." Amy wiped her eyes and said, "Go on.  What
else did he want?" Dwight went on, "He wanted to know about your hair.  He
asked if it was nicely made up and if you combed it during the evening.  I
told him that your hair looked very nice and that you did comb it out while
we were waiting in line at the theater." Amy couldn't remember combing her
hair then, but she just asked, "Anything else?" "Well, he asked what we did
after Starbucks.  And I told him we went back to my place." Amy closed her
eyes and asked, "Did he ask about the sex?" "Yes, he asked if we had
intercourse, but he didn't ask for details.  However, he did want to know
if you covered your breasts or vagina from my view.  And as you suspected,
he asked about you being covered with a sheet or blanket.  I told him that
you did not cover yourself at all.  But then he asked if we closed the door
while we were, ummm, making love, and I told him we did.  Will he consider
that to be a violation?" She sighed and said, "Yes, I'm afraid so.  What
else?" "No, I think that's all he wanted to know.  Are you going to get
punished for any more of that beyond the closed door?" "I don't know.  But
I suspect that he'll try to figure out some other violations from all of
that." She paused for a moment before saying, "Oh, Dwight, I'm so sorry
that you got caught up in my mess.  You shouldn't have to have your
personal life exposed like that just so Knoxx can get to me." She paused
again and then said, "Can we please talk about something else?" And they
spent a few minutes talking about their exams, and she briefly mentioned
the embarrassing experiences at the baseball game without going into any
detail. She asked, "When can I see you again?" "Well, as I said in the
first voice message, you are required to come here to claim your pearl
necklace.  So, how about Tuesday night?  I think Kevin and Mark have a
softball game that will keep them out late.  As you know, I'm not much of a
cook, but I can order take-out of some sort, something better than pizza.
And then we can study and, ummm, well, you know . . ." She giggled, "Yes, I
know.  And yes, it sounds wonderful.  Can you pick me up at 6 o'clock or
so?" She sighed contently as she closed up her phone after saying goodbye.
She now had the entire afternoon to focus on her studies rather than
worrying about some new nude challenge.  She spent the time working on the
Composition take-home exam.  She was determined to do well on this one. 
She just couldn't let this naked nightmare affect her grade in another
class.

   Chapter 51 - More Naked Punishment

   Amy finished the Composition exam, took a shower, and then she came back
and spent another hour reviewing it carefully.  She looked at the clock and
it was 4 o'clock.  So, she decided that she had time to turn in the exam
and then get over to Kameron for the dreaded 5 o'clock meeting. She walked
to Becker Hall, the journalism building, and up the stairs to Leonard
Albertson's office.  She was relieved to see that his door was open, and
she knocked lightly on the jamb before stepping in.  She said, "Hello, Mr.
Albertson, I want to turn in my exam." Albertson was fairly young, late
20's, early 30's at the most, and he was not yet a full professor.  He
looked up and smiled at the nearly naked girl and said, "Well, Amy, nice to
see you.  Please come in and have a seat." Amy wasn't expecting this.  She
thought this would just be a drop-it-off-and-leave visit.  She hesitantly
sat down at the only guest chair in the office which was right at the side
of his desk, only a foot or so away from Albertson.  Something in his
manner made her uneasy.  She said, "I can only stay a few minutes, because
I have a meeting with the Chancellor at 5 o'clock." Albertson scooted his
chair even closer to the almost naked girl and said, "You know, this exam
isn't due until Friday.  Are you certain that you want to turn it in so
quickly?  You are the first student in the class to submit it." Amy
replied, "Yes, I'm certain.  As you know, I have lots of other activities
this week as well as several final exams to study for, and I wanted to get
this one out of the way, so to speak." He said, "Okay." And then he put his
hand on her bare knee, and she froze thinking, "Where is this going?" He
continued, "I wanted to let you know that I've enjoyed having you in the
class this semester as well as the other classes that you've taken from me.
Now, tell me, what did you think of the class?  Do you have any suggestions
for me?" And he lightly squeezed her knee, and his hand moved ever so
slightly up her leg. Amy squirmed and replied, "I enjoyed the class, and
I'm certain that I'll be able to use some of the techniques that you taught
me in my new job near Boston.  One suggestion: Since this is a composition
class, you might want to include an essay-style question on the final exam
in the future.  Just an idea." He was looking at her bare breasts now, and
his fingers moved a bit on her knee.  And they spent the next few minutes
chatting about the class and her new job, but his hand remained on her knee
and his eyes frequently drifted down to her boobs and her panties. 
Finally, Amy glanced at the clock and said, "Mr.  Albertson, it's 10
minutes til 5, and I really need to go.  Again, thanks for the good class."
She stood up and took a step back.  Then, she reached out and shook his
hand as she said, "Goodbye." She quickly left his office and she kind of
shivered as she walked down the hall thinking about the strange
interchange. As she opened the stairway door, she glanced back and saw him
standing by his office door looking at her.  She smiled and waved at him,
and then quickly dashed down the stairs.  "A very creepy guy", she thought.
She walked across the quad to the administration building arriving in
Knoxx's office at 4:55.  She smiled at the secretary and then turned her
butt so Mrs.  Duckworth could see the red approval mark on her panties.  As
usual, the secretary said nothing, but she pointed to the penis hook, and
Amy slid off the panties and hung them on the hook.  She stood naked near
the inner door to Knoxx's office and waited. About 5 after the hour, Knoxx
came out and without smiling said, "Come in, Miss Suzuki." She stepped into
his office and tensed when she saw many people in there.  Knoxx, Laird,
Kirkpatrick, Telford, Farmer, Whiteside, Thorson, Beaupre, and a man that
she didn't recognize.  The nude girl could feel the tension in the room,
and she knew that this was not going to be pleasant.  She stood in her
usual spot with Thorson and Beaupre sitting in folding chairs on her left,
the 4 committee members in their usual seats to her right behind Knoxx's
desk, and Whiteside and the stranger sitting behind her on the couch. In a
stern voice, Knoxx said, "Well, Miss Suzuki, good afternoon.  We have a lot
to cover today, but first do you have anything to tell us about your day so
far?" Amy cleared her throat and said, "No, not really.  But I did purchase
the replacement panties.  I have them here in my backpack.  Should I give
them to you now?" Knoxx just nodded, and Amy knelt down on the floor next
to the stranger's foot and got the package from her backpack.  She got up
and leaned over the desk to give it to Knoxx. Knoxx spent several seconds
carefully looking over the package of pink striped panties.  She expected
him to open it and have her model the new panties to make sure that they
met his approval.  But he just said, "Okay, thanks.  We'll discuss these in
a few minutes.  Anything else?" "No, sir." Knoxx looked her in the eye as
he raised two sheets of handwritten paper.  He said, "Do you know what this
is?" She shook her head.  "Well, this is the list of your violations that
we know about.  Do you remember that it was only last Tuesday, just six
days ago, that we went through a list with you, and we assigned some
additional community service activities to you as punishment for them?" She
just nodded.  He went on, "Well, we had hoped that those additional
punishment projects would teach you some lessons about obedience and about
the seriousness of your original infraction - that is, streaking.  That
first list was 11 items long, and now only six days later, we have a brand
new list with 26 items on it.  Twenty six!" Her eyes started to water, and
she opened her mouth to say something, but Knoxx said, "Wait, I'm not done
yet.  And do you remember the very last thing I said to you at yesterday's
meeting?" The chastened girl said, "You told me to follow the rules closely
for the next 24 hours so that I wouldn't add any more violations to the
list that you were creating.  Or something like that." "That's right.  But
I'm amazed that you could remember what I said so clearly, but you couldn't
seem to remember what the written agreement says.  Do you know how many
things I've added to this list in the last 24 hours?" The naked girl meekly
shook her head.  "Nine!" Amy bowed her head and closed her eyes hoping to
stop the tears, but she felt a tear roll down her cheek and fall onto her
left breast just above the nipple.  She wanted to wipe it away, but she was
so shaken that she feared that such a simple act might be another
violation. She thought to herself, "What the hell is he talking about?  I
was late to art class, and that's the only violation I know about.  Oh, and
I guess I was late to the psych final, but that's only two violations."
Knoxx said, "We're going to go over this entire list, but I'm going to
start with those nine.  So, first, you were late to arrive at art class
this morning for your naked posing.  Why?" Amy wiped the tears from eyes
but not the one on her breast and said sheepishly, "I overslept.  And I'm
sorry, Professor Whiteside, that I was late." Knoxx said, "Why did you
oversleep?  You haven't been late to any of the other 8 AM art classes."
"There was a power failure overnight, and so my alarm didn't go off.  Also,
I was up late studying til 2 o'clock, I think, and so I was tired." Knoxx
replied, "That's strange, because there was no evidence of a power failure
at my house last night.  But at any rate, clocks these days have battery
backup to handle that problem.  Was your battery dead?" "No, it's an old
clock and doesn't have a battery." Knoxx countered, "Was that the only
clock in the room?  What about Miss Hathaway?" "Linda slept in because she
didn't have to be in class, actually, a final exam, til this afternoon. 
So, she didn't set her alarm, and she was still asleep, too." Knoxx went
on, "So, you could have used her clock as a backup?  What about your cell
phone?  You could have used it as backup, also." Amy quietly said, "Yeah, I
guess I could have used Linda's, but I didn't think of that.  And my cell
phone doesn't have an alarm." Thorson interrupted, "Excuse me, Amy, but all
cell phones these days have an alarm clock option.  Do you have your phone
here?  Let me look at it." The nude girl nodded and kneeled down next to
the stranger and retrieved her phone from her backpack.  She handed it to
Thorson, who quickly browsed through the menus.  A few seconds later, he
said, "Here it is.  Under the 'Tools' menu." He gave it back to her, and
she looked at a screen that she had never seen before on her phone. She
thought to herself, "First, he forces me to be naked in front of these
people, and now he forces me to look stupid as well.  That's a double dose
of embarrassment, and that's exactly what he wants", but aloud she just
said, "O dear, I didn't know about that feature.  I'm sorry." Knoxx said
testily, "Well, now you do.  So, be sure to use it these next few days. 
Okay, next item on the list.  Since you were late, you caused Ms. 
Whiteside to change her class plans.  Actually, she had to change them
twice; once when you didn't show, and then again, after she had already
started the class.  Dr.  Whiteside, please add some color to this situation
for us." Amy stepped to the side so that Whiteside could see Knoxx from her
seat on the couch.  Whiteside said, "Well, that's right.  As you know, at
the 8 o'clock class, I have two naked beauties posing for the class.  Amy
is one, Eva Cobb is the other.  My original plan was to have the two of
them in an interesting pose where Eva would be standing on a ladder, bent
over so that her full boobs were hanging down like fruit, maybe melons or
grapefruit.  And then Amy would be standing on tiptoe reaching up to Eva's
boobs as if picking the low hanging fruit." She went on, "But when Amy
didn't show, I had to put the ladder away and figure out a pose for Eva to
do alone.  I had her lying on her tummy reading a book with her pretty tush
in full view.  Eva got into position and the students sketched her that way
for the next 10 minutes or so.  And then Amy comes waltzing in about 8:15.
And I'm in a quandary again.  Should I scold her and just send her off to
sit in the corner for the rest of the hour?  Or should I make use of her
pretty naked body for the rest of the hour?" She took a breath and
continued, "I chose the latter.  But I didn't want to really waste the
drawings that the students had made of naked Eva lying on her stomach.  So,
I figured out something using Eva in that same position with Eva shaving
Amy's pubes and legs." Knoxx said, "Thank you, Professor.  And that brings
me to the next item on the list, Miss Suzuki.  Not only were you late, but
you neglected your personal hygiene this morning, didn't you?  Did you take
a shower?  Did you shave your pubic area and legs?" Amy shook her head,
"No, I'm sorry I did not.  There wasn't time." Whiteside interrupted, "Her
armpits needed shaving, too, and Amy had a disagreeable body odor that some
of the students in the front row mentioned to me after the class." Knoxx
sniffed his nose in the air and said, "Well, I don't detect an unpleasant
odor now.  Did you take a shower before coming to this meeting, Miss
Suzuki?" Finally, Amy could give a positive answer to one of his questions.
"Yes, I did.  This afternoon." Knoxx said, "Please lift your arms.  I want
to check your armpits." Amy blushed but followed his order.  He continued,
"Well, they look good as well.  Did you do that this afternoon, too?" Amy
blushed some more and said, "No, Professor Whiteside, asked me to do that
between the 8 o'clock and 9 o'clock classes." Knoxx said, "So, you went to
the restroom to shave in private?" She continued to blush, "No, I did it
there on the platform in the classroom." "Well, I'm glad to hear that,
because if you'd hidden in the restroom, we'd have another violation on our
list today, wouldn't we?  Now, the next item on the list.  You were late
for your 10 AM General Psychology final exam.  Does that mean that you
didn't take your exam this morning?  If not, you'll probably get an F in
the course, right?" Amy was angry, but she restrained herself.  "No, I did
take the exam.  But I was about a minute late arriving in the room, because
I needed to use the toilet.  The instructor hadn't even started passing out
the test booklets yet when I sat down.  But yes, I was late for the Psych
test, and I'm sorry about that." Amy was beginning to understand how one
violation had turned into nine.  Oversleeping had been the cause of these 4
violations, and he had nitpicked to create 4 items out of 1 real violation.
But what were the other five violations that she had done today? Knoxx
said, "Okay.  Next item.  I had a report from your RA, Kelly Stubbins, that
you received a UPS package this morning.  She happened to see it at the
main desk and noticed that it seemed to be from Victoria's Secret, and she
thought that it might be related to your panty punishment somehow, and so
she gave me a call.  And it sounded suspicious to me, too.  So, I added it
to this list sort of on a conditional basis, but then you handed me a panty
package this afternoon that is much different packaging material than the
panties you bought last week.  So, I conclude that you purchased these
replacement panties on the internet or by calling Victoria's Secret on the
phone rather than going to the convenient store in the local mall.  Did I
figure that out correctly, Miss Suzuki?" Amy thought, "O, fuck.  I should
have known that Stubbins saw the package.  Now Knoxx's going to ding me for
it." She bowed her head and quietly said, "Yes, Dr.  Knoxx, that's
correct." Knoxx said, "Well, why didn't you go to the store like I told you
to?" Very quietly Amy said, "Sir, you told me to purchase them myself
rather than having a friend do it.  You didn't tell me explicitly to go to
the store.  And so I purchased them on the internet, because I was afraid
the city cops would see me almost naked at the mall and arrest me again."
Knoxx replied, "Very clever of you to pick up on my little oversight, but
you certainly knew that I intended for you to go to the store, because you
knew that our intent was to punish you mostly by embarrassment and shopping
in a public store almost nude would be embarrassing.  The city policemen
might have been a problem, too, but it was really the embarrassment factor,
wasn't it?" Amy meekly said, "Yes, that's right.  It would have been truly
embarrassing to go into the mall wearing only panties." Knoxx went on, "So,
basically, you used the internet to hide your body.  And hiding your body
is forbidden by the agreement." She silently nodded.  "And then you
essentially lied to me by leading me to believe you bought these panties at
the store.  Again, lying is forbidden by the agreement." She silently
nodded but thought to herself, "Okay, he concocted two violations from this
one internet purchase.  That gets today's total up to six.  What are the
other three?" And Knoxx answered her silent question, "And now the other
three violations didn't really happen today, but I found out about them
today.  Let's see, what order?  Okay, let's do it this way.  Miss Suzuki,
please turn around and meet Vince Garoni." Amy turned around to face the
man who had been sitting right behind her during the meeting.  He was so
close to her that she thought she could feel his breath on her bare butt.
And now his face was just inches from her bare pussy.  She bent over and
shook his hand, and then she stepped slightly to the side so that both of
them could face Knoxx. Knoxx added, "Mr.  Garoni is an instructor in the
biology department, and he is also the faculty advisor to the photography
club.  And he's the unofficial photographer for our sports teams.  He
attended yesterday's baseball game where you helped out the cheerleaders.
As you might expect, your pretty naked body ended up in many of his
photographs.  He put together a nice photo gallery on the internet of the
pictures that he took yesterday.  Here, Miss Suzuki, please come around in
back of my desk, and I'll show you the photos on my computer screen." Amy
wondered why he just didn't swivel the monitor around so she could see it
from the front of the desk, but she reluctantly came around and positioned
her naked body right next Knoxx who remained seated.  She bent over and
looked at the computer screen knowing that she was showing her ass and
pussy lips to the four committee members seated close by.  Even though
those men had seen her naked many times in the last two weeks, she still
felt uncomfortable having them only a foot or so from her bare bottom.  And
she felt uncomfortable having her dangling boobs only inches from Knoxx's
hands on the keyboard. Knoxx started a slideshow to show her the photos one
by one, and Amy was stunned to see that she was prominently shown in every
photo.  She glanced at the top of the screen and saw that he had named the
web album "Naked Amy".  There were several photos of her with the
cheerleaders including a closeup of her on top of the pyramid.  There were
a couple of pictures of her struggling while dragging the infield.  There
was one of her sweeping the pitching rubber with the opposing pitcher
standing there looking down at her.  And there was an extreme closeup of
her kneeling as the batgirl with her pussy wide open and her clit clearly
visible; he must have used a telephoto lens to get this picture.  And then
there were three photos of her walking naked across campus behind Knoxx and
Laird after the game.  There were no real pictures of the baseball game;
like the title said, these were just pictures of naked Amy. Amy was reeling
with embarrassment at having her naked photos posted on the internet.  But
Knoxx paused the slideshow on the last picture and said, "And Miss Suzuki,
this last photo shows you violating our agreement." In the photo, Amy was
shown following several feet behind Knoxx and Laird with her head down and
both hands behind her.  She was holding her panties in such a way that it
almost looked like she had a tail.  Knoxx went on, "See how you are holding
your hands and your panties.  They are covering up your rear end, which is
not permitted.  I believe that I had told you to remember to hold your
hands at your sides carrying your panties, and clearly you didn't." Amy
couldn't remember doing that, but the photo proved she did.  She just said,
"Yes, I see.  I did that accidentally, and I'm sorry." Knoxx glanced at the
naked girl only inches away and said, "Okay, return to your usual spot in
front of my desk." The naked girl circled the desk again and briefly
glanced at Garoni, who had an apologetic smile on his face.  She turned to
face Knoxx again. Knoxx said, "All right.  I became aware of the next two
violations this afternoon, and they are related to your date on Saturday
night." Amy closed her eyes and thought, "Oh, god, no." But she just bowed
her head again. Knoxx went on, "On Saturday evening, you went to a movie
with Dwight Henderson.  Right?" She just nodded.  "And what did you do
afterwards?" Amy quietly said, "We had coffee at Starbucks." "And then?",
he asked. "We went home", she said meekly, but she knew where this was
going. Knoxx replied, "Yes, that's what you told me at yesterday's meeting.
But that's kind of a misleading answer, isn't it?  Because it seems to
imply that Mr.  Henderson went to his home and you went to your home, but
that's not what happened is it?" In a barely audible voice, Amy answered,
"No, sir." "What did you really do?" "We went back to Dwight's apartment."
"And so, Miss Suzuki, you sort of lied to me, and as we said earlier, lying
is not permitted by the agreement, is it?" Amy whispered, "No, sir.  I'm
sorry that I deceived you." Knoxx went on, "Okay.  Now, what did you do at
his apartment?" Amy blushed and her eyes watered, "We made love.  I stayed
all night." "So, you had sexual intercourse.  Right?" "Yes, but that's not
prohibited by our agreement", Amy replied. "No, it's not, but that's not
the violation.  Where in the apartment did you have sex?" "In his bedroom",
she said quietly.  But she was thinking, "Okay, asshole.  I know where this
is going, and you're dragging it out for dramatic effect just to embarrass
me even more." Knoxx said, "Were there other people in the apartment?" Amy
replied, "Yes, part of the time." "Were they in the same room with you?"
"No, we were alone." But she continued to think to herself, "Come on,
fucker.  Get to the point." "Was the door closed?", he asked. Amy quietly
answered, "Yes." "So, you were hiding your naked body from the other people
behind the closed door.  Right?" She nodded.  "And that's prohibited by our
agreement." She could feel a tear rolling down her cheek and she whispered,
"Yes, and I'm sorry." But she wasn't actually sorry, because love making is
a very private thing and there's no way she would have done that in front
of other people. Knoxx said, "Okay, then.  That's the nine violations for
today alone.  Let's go through the others on the list." Amy wiped away the
tear and looked up at Knoxx relieved that he was going to stop talking
about her date with Dwight. Knoxx paused and said, "On the other hand,
maybe this would be a good time to take a break.  Does anyone need to use
the restroom?  Miss Suzuki?" Amy just shook her head, but several others in
the room got up from their chairs.  Garoni, Whiteside, Beaupre, and Telford
went to the restrooms.  Thorson and the other three committee members
remained seated and chatted with Knoxx.  Amy remained standing naked where
she was.  No one said anything to her.  No one wanted to include her in
their casual conversations as they returned to the room, but Beaupre did
give her a weak friendly smile.  She just stood there silently naked, kind
of like a statue.  She thought, "I'm not even a real person to them.  I'm
just an object." And another tear trickled down her cheek.  She wiped it
away as everyone else returned to their seats. Knoxx said, "Okay, Miss
Suzuki, we're going to go through these chronologically.  Oh, you'll want a
copy of this list to review; Mrs.  Duckworth is adding those last nine
items to the list right now, and she'll bring in the updated list in a few
minutes. "All right.  Number one.  Last Wednesday, at the 9 o'clock art
class, you wanted to disrupt the class because you needed to urinate.  Ms.
Whiteside told you to hold it, and you subsequently squirmed around while
posing.  If you recall, Mr.  Laird and I saw you posing on the picnic table
that day, and we observed you squirming about.  This violates the rule in
the agreement about being cooperative with the person in charge of the
activity.  Your comments?" She just said, "Yes, my bladder was full.  I
should have gone to the bathroom during the break between the 8 o'clock and
9 o'clock classes.  I'm sorry." "Number two.  Also, last Wednesday you were
late for your 10 AM General Psychology class.  Tyson Laird observed this.
What happened here?" She quietly said, "I needed to go to the bathroom
after the 9 AM art class, and I guess I might have been a few seconds
late." He said, "You know, Miss Suzuki, this seems to be a recurring theme.
Time after time, we get reports about your needing to pee when you should
have done it at an earlier time.  You don't seem to be learning your lesson
here." She bowed her head and said, "I'm sorry, Dr.  Knoxx.  I'll try to do
better." "Number three.  This is a bit confusing to me.  So, I'll just read
what's written here and then let Ms.  Whiteside describe it better.  It
says 'refused to ask Miss Hathaway to pose nude.' Go ahead, Professor, fill
us in on this one." Amy stepped back as Whiteside stood up to address the
group.  "I asked one of my students, Cindy Johnson, to design a posing
formation with the nude bodies of Amy and Eva Cobb.  Miss Johnson thought
adding a third nude body would make a better pose, and she asked Amy to
convince her roommate, Miss Hathaway, to be part of the pose.  But Amy
refused to do that, and as I understand it, she actually talked Miss
Hathaway out of doing it even though Miss Hathaway wanted to do it.  Did I
get that right, Amy?" Amy replied, "Yes, that's pretty much it.  Linda
Hathaway and I are very good friends, and I thought posing naked together
would negatively affect our friendship.  And so, I convinced Linda to turn
down Cindy Johnson's request." Knoxx said, "Professor, do you think adding
a third naked lady to the pose would have made for a better artistic
experience for the students in the class?" "Yes, sir, I do." Knoxx turned
to Amy and said, "Well, Miss Suzuki, this sounds like a lack of cooperation
violation to me, and so, I'm going to leave it on the list.  Anything more
to say about it?" Amy meekly said, "No, sir.  I'm sorry if it affected the
class." Knoxx went on, "Number four.  On Thursday, you asked Dr.  Whiteside
to remove a veil from your face during posing even though the agreement
gives her the right to use whatever props she wants during your posing. 
Why didn't you want the veil?" "I thought it would be a violation of the
no-covering-up rule.  I guess I didn't realize that the veil was just
another prop for the pose.  I'm sorry if this caused a problem." "Number
five.  You had a run-in with the city police last Thursday.  From what I
learned, the policeman thought that you had crossed into city jurisdiction,
but witnesses nearby said you stayed on the campus side which is outside of
the city jurisdiction.  Evidently, this has to do with the boundary line
running down the middle of the street and whether or not you crossed it. 
Is that right?" Amy just nodded.  "Well, I think you could have avoided the
entire incident by recognizing exactly where the boundary line is located
and staying well away from it on the campus side.  Anything to say about
this?" She said, "No, not really.  I'm sorry for creating the scene."
"Number six.  On Thursday at Wytham, you asked Dr.  Beaupre not to do one
of the experiments.  Why?" She glanced over at Beaupre, blushed, and then
said, "It sounded really intense.  He wanted to insert a thing into my ass,
I mean, my anus, and that bothered me." "But you eventually agreed to do
it? Why?" "Well, he explained that they would be very careful not to hurt
me.  And, I didn't think I really had a choice; if I didn't do it, I'd be
expelled." Knoxx replied, "Yes, that's true.  In all of this, you really do
have the final say in the matter, but the consequence of refusing would be
immediate expulsion." He went on, "Okay.  Number seven.  Last Thursday,
your panties were stolen at Wytham.  That's not really your fault, but we
feel that you could have looked harder for them at the time to avoid all of
the subsequent issues, such as purchasing replacements." Amy didn't like
this, because there had been no time to go looking around the icky Wytham
building for her missing panties; it would have been looking for a needle
in a haystack.  But she just said, "I'm sorry, but I didn't think there was
time." "Number eight.  You were ten minutes late getting to the 5 o'clock
meeting on Thursday.  We kind of discussed this at the time, and we didn't
think we could let you completely off the hook, so to speak, even though
there was heavy traffic at the time.  And we still feel that way." Again,
Amy didn't like this, but she just said, "I apologize for being late that
day." "Number nine.  You asked Dr.  Beaupre to come with you to the 5
o'clock meeting on Thursday.  We don't think you should have done that. 
You are a college senior, and you should have been able to handle that
meeting with us by yourself.  Comments?" Amy again glanced at Beaupre, but
she knew she wouldn't win any argument about this, and she just said, "No,
I'm sorry if that was not the right thing to do." "Number ten.  On Friday
morning, you turned away from the students during art class to prepare
yourself for posing.  Please explain." Amy blushed again, and knowing that
there was no way to be subtle about this, she said, "Well, Dr.  Whiteside
wanted my clitoris to be visible during the pose.  And I needed to
stimulate it to get it to swell up.  I originally turned my back to the
class while rubbing my clit, and that was a mistake.  I'm sorry." She was
relieved and a bit surprised that Knoxx didn't pursue this any further; she
actually would not have been shocked to hear him ask her to demonstrate
stimulating her clit.  But Knoxx merely said, "Okay.  Number eleven.  On
Friday evening, Mindy Rafferty asked me several times to let you to at
least wear panties while cheerleading.  She was almost pleading with me,
but I kept telling her 'no'.  I feel that you should have done more to stop
her from pleading your case.  You could have told her to stop.  Any
comments?" Amy answered, "No, I was aware that she was doing it, and I
guess I should have stopped her sooner.  I'm sorry." "Number twelve.  You
helped to repair sprinklers on Saturday morning, and one of our observers
saw you kind of covering yourself by squatting rather than a more open
position showing your breasts and vagina.  Why?" Amy had no excuses for
this, because she had intentionally squatted to avoid more exposure.  She
just said, "That was a mistake, and I'm sorry." "Number thirteen.  Mr. 
Thorson told me that you did not complete your assigned tasks on Saturday.
Specifically, there were several rugs that were assigned to you that you
did not wash.  He had to have some other workers stay longer to do those
carpets.  This cost the university extra money to pay them overtime and to
feed them dinner.  And I understand the men weren't too happy about staying
so long even though they were getting paid overtime.  I realize that we
talked about this at the ballgame on Sunday, but do you have any additional
comments about it?" Again this was not Amy's fault, but she knew there was
no point in arguing.  She turned to Thorson and said, "Mr.  Thorson, I'm
sorry if my slow work caused you problems." Knoxx said, "And that leads us
to number fourteen.  You had an emotional breakdown while washing those
rugs, and while you were crying, you bent way over with your head
essentially on your knees covering your breasts completely.  Of course,
this is explicitly forbidden by the agreement.  Any comments?  Why were you
crying?" Amy hadn't even realized that she did this, but she wasn't
surprised that it had happened.  She said meekly, "I'm sorry for sobbing
and then covering up like that.  But I was really looking forward to my
date on Saturday night, and I got upset when it seemed I might have to
cancel it to wash those rugs.  Again, Mr.  Thorson, I'm sorry." Knoxx said,
"Number fifteen.  When you came to this meeting on Saturday afternoon, your
hair was very unkempt.  Our agreement says that you will maintain an
acceptable appearance.  Right?" Amy said, "Yes, that's right.  My hair took
a real beating from the water on Saturday while I was fixing the sprinklers
and working in the fountain.  There wasn't time to get it completely dry
before the 5 o'clock meeting.  I'm sorry." Knoxx persisted, "But your hair
looked very nice on your date later that evening.  Right?" Amy replied,
"Yes.  Some friends at the dorm helped me fix it up before I went out."
Knoxx pressed on, "Did you know Mr.  Henderson before going on this date?"
Amy was getting annoyed but she quietly answered, "No, not really.  I'd met
him a few times and he gave me a ride to the mall.  But I'd never gone out
with him before." Knoxx sighed, "So, I conclude that you cared more about
your appearance for a stranger than for Mr.  Laird and myself?" Amy didn't
know if that was a question or not, and she merely answered, "Again, I'm
sorry." Knoxx went on, "Number sixteen.  On Sunday at the baseball game,
the grounds crew and the umpire were upset with you for doing a poor job at
dragging the infield after the fourth inning; no, sorry it was after the
third inning.  The game was delayed while the real grounds keepers fixed up
the flaws you had left behind.  What happened there?" Again Amy said
meekly, "I had never done that before, and that drag mat device was much
heavier than I expected.  I should have talked with Mr.  Small before the
game to clarify what he wanted me to do and to practice with that device.
I'm very sorry for slowing down the game." Knoxx said, "And the last one on
the list.  Number seventeen.  Yesterday, after the baseball game, I felt
that you were disrespectful to me when I told you not to wear your panties
during the walk from the ballpark back to this office.  You balled up your
panties in your hand either to hide them or as an expression of anger. 
Either way, I was not pleased with your attitude.  As I said at the time,
that walk back to Kameron was part of yesterday's afternoon meeting, and
you are required to be naked during these meetings.  Isn't that right?" Amy
bowed her head and said, "Yes, Dr.  Knoxx, as the agreement says, I am to
be nude at these meetings, and I apologize if my attitude upset you." Knoxx
said, "Okay.  That's the end of the list.  Let me check with Lorene to see
if she has typed up the list yet." He got up and went out to the
secretary's desk, and a minute later came back with several sheets of
printed paper.  He gave a copy to Amy, and then handed the other copies to
the committee members. Amy looked at the sheet which showed: 1.  Wed -
needed to pee during posing 2.  Wed - late for Psychology class 3.  Thu -
refused to ask Miss Hathaway to pose nude 4.  Thu - asked Dr.  Whiteside
not to cover her head with a veil 5.  Thu - run-in with the city police,
came close to crossing into city jurisdiction 6.  Thu - asked Dr.  Beaupre
not to do clitoris experiment 7.  Thu - panties are stolen 8.  Thu - ten
minutes late to Thursday meeting 9.  Thu - brought Dr.  Beaupre with her to
Thursday meeting 10.  Fri - turned around in art class to massage clitoris
11.  Fri - did not tell Miss Rafferty to stop pleading for Amy to wear
panties 12.  Sat - covered up while repairing sprinklers 13.  Sat - did not
finish washing carpets 14.  Sat - covered her breasts while crying during
the carpet cleaning 15.  Sat - untidy appearance at meeting 16.  Sun -
delayed the baseball game due to a poor job of dragging the infield 17. 
Sun - disrespectful to Chancellor Knoxx 18.  Mon - 15 minutes late for art
class 19.  Mon - Dr.  Whiteside had to change her lesson plan because she
wasn't there 20.  Mon - did not shower or shave before art class 21.  Mon -
late for Psychology final exam 22.  Mon - bought panties online rather than
at store 23.  Mon - lied about buying panties at store 24.  Mon - lied
about going home to dorm after Saturday night date 25.  Mon - closed
bedroom door at Mr.  Henderson's apartment 26.  Mon - covered her butt with
her hands and panties after Sunday ballgame Amy just shook her head; she
didn't like this list.  Many of the violations were not her fault or were
very questionable.  But she knew Knoxx would use the long length of the
list to justify some more heavy punishment.  She just hoped that they would
not immediately expel her. After a minute or so of silence, Knoxx said,
"Well, Miss Suzuki, what are we going to do with you?" He said this in
almost a fatherly way as if talking to a 6-year old child, and that's
exactly what Amy felt like standing there naked in front of him with her
head bowed.  He went on, "Our committee and these other faculty members
have spent considerable time this afternoon discussing your situation.  I
want to thank all of these fine folks for spending so much time today; I'm
sure that they all have many other pressing tasks to do at this busy time
of year.  And we have come up with some additional community service
projects for you to do as punishment for these violations." But he paused
for a second and then said, "As an aside, we should note that we've already
punished you a little bit for a couple of the violations on Saturday.  We
assigned you ground crew work and batboy work at the baseball game in
addition to your cheerleading.  But that little bit of punishment is not
sufficient to cover this long list." Then he paused for another moment
before continuing, "But first, I need to ask you about your schedule for
this week, so that we can fit in these additional assignments.  Let's start
with your plans for graduation weekend.  Will you have family members
visiting you and attending the ceremony on Monday?" Amy hadn't expected
this question, and she didn't know where Knoxx was going to go with this.
She slowly nodded her head and said, "Yes, my parents and brother will be
here." "When are they arriving and leaving?" "About noon on Monday.  They
will be here til Wednesday morning to help me pack up my things and move
out of the dorm." Knoxx went on, "Okay, thank you for that.  Now let's
write down your schedule for the next several days to see where you have
some time for these projects.  And of course, we want to leave time for you
to study for your exams as well.  Here's a magic marker, and I want you to
write down your schedule on the white board over there to your left." Amy
leaned over and took the magic marker, and then she trudged over to white
board next to where Beaupre was sitting.  Knoxx said, "Dr.  Beaupre, why
don't you move your chair over here where she was standing so that she can
have room to write on the board and for us to see the board more clearly?"
Beaupre nodded and moved his chair essentially switching positions with
Amy. The board was already covered with writing about some budget issues,
and Amy paused and said, "Can I erase all of this?" Knoxx looked at it for
a moment and said, "Just a minute.  Let me take a quick photo of it." With
Amy still standing next to the board, Knoxx took the photo with his iPhone;
Amy was certain that her naked body was part of the picture.  And then
Knoxx said, "Go ahead and erase it, Miss Suzuki." Amy took the eraser and
with her boobs bouncing nicely, she wiped the board clean. Knoxx said,
"Okay, let's cover the board with a grid.  Let's see we need seven columns,
one for each of the next seven days.  And then I want a row for each 2-hour
part of the day from 8AM til 10PM should be enough.  This will give us a
spreadsheet to fill in with your schedule.  Okay, go ahead, and be sure to
label the rows and columns.  Draw the rows first; let's see, you'll need 9
rows including a line for the column labels.  Write the time on the left
side, 8, 10, 12, 2, etc.  Label the columns with the day starting with
Tuesday for tomorrow." The naked girl had to stand on tiptoe to draw the
top two lines, and then she needed to bend over to draw the bottom two
lines.  The audience watched her bare bottom with interest as she stretched
and bent.  She labeled each row as instructed and then drew the vertical
lines to create 7 columns.  And then she had to get way up on her tiptoes
to write the column headings; she kind of looked like a naked ballerina as
she shifted her way across the board on her toes. After she finished, she
turned back to face Knoxx, and she saw him pointing at her left breast. 
She looked down and saw some black ink near her nipple where it had rubbed
against the board.  He handed her a tissue, and she quickly wiped her
breast before the ink could dry.  She looked at the board, and saw the
place where her boob had smeared one of the lines, and she fixed it up.
Knoxx said, "Okay, let's fill in what we know about.  Go ahead and write in
'naked posing' for the 8-10 slot for Tuesday thru Friday." Amy noted that
he used the phrase "naked posing" rather than "art class" just to add a
little further embarrassment.  She did as instructed.  "Now, in the 4-6
slot, write 'meeting' at the bottom of each square, leave enough room above
in case we need it." Amy did as he wanted, but she wondered about next
Monday, because her punishment was supposed to be over by then. He pulled
out a piece of paper and said, "Okay, you've got a Formal Logic exam on
Wednesday, 2-4.  And Modern Journalism exam Thursday 10-12.  Write those
in." As she did, he continued, "And I see that you've got a couple of
take-home exams.  Have you finished those yet?" "Yes, I turned in the
Composition exam this afternoon, and I've pretty much finished the English
Lit exam, but I need to review it before submitting it." Knoxx glanced at
the schedule and said, "Good, so let's just say that you'll submit it
tomorrow and get that out of the way.  So, fill in 10-12 Tuesday with 'Eng
Lit' exam." She was annoyed that he was setting out her study schedule for
her, but she just wrote it in. Knoxx continued, "And let's see, the
graduation ceremony starts at 3PM on Monday.  So, fill in the 2-4 slot. 
Oh, and the panty auction is Saturday from 7-10 in the evening.  And Dr. 
Beaupre wants you at noon again on Thursday; so fill in 'Wytham' with an
arrow down to 5PM, but we'll discuss that some more in a few minutes." The
pretty nude wrote down everything that he had said.  When she finished, she
turned back to face him again.  Another smudge, this one on her right
nipple.  She blushed as she cleaned it off as before. "Okay, Miss Suzuki,
now it's your turn.  What about lunch and dinner?  Should we allocate an
hour for each, say at noon and at 6 o'clock?" She quietly said, "Yes, that
sounds right." And she wrote in "lunch" and "dinner" across the board
except for Thursday, where she asked, "Dr.  Beaupre, will you have lunch
for me again on Thursday?" He smiled and said, "Yes, just like last week."
"Good.  Now, Miss Suzuki, are there any other activities that we need to
write up there?" Amy wasn't sure she wanted to tell them about her date on
Tuesday night, but after a moment's reflection, she decided that she had to
mention it.  "Well, I have a date tomorrow night.  Dinner and then studying
with a friend." Knoxx's interest perked up at this and he said, "Oh, let's
talk about that.  What time?  How long?  Who?  Where?" Amy blushed, but she
knew she had to avoid any more violations for not telling the entire truth,
and she said, "6 o'clock til 11, I guess.  Dwight Henderson and I are going
to eat dinner at his place, and then we're going to study afterwards." And
then very bluntly and indelicately Knoxx asked, "And are you going to have
sex with him again?" The naked girl blushed as deep a red as she ever had,
all the way down to her breasts, and she said, "Yes, probably we will."
Knoxx then looked at Beaupre and asked, "Dr.  Beaupre, will these episodes
of her having sexual intercourse interfere with your experiments on
Thursday?" Beaupre merely said, "No, Dr.  Knoxx, it won't matter as long as
he uses a condom." Knoxx raised his eyebrows as he looked back at Amy, "He
will have a condom.  Right?" She quietly said, "Yes, he will." Now, Knoxx
again bluntly asked Amy, "You said you'd be staying til 11 PM, but I
detected some indecision there.  Are you going to be staying all night
again?" Amy hoped so, but she just said, "Maybe, but I don't really know."
Knoxx then pondered for a moment and said, "Very well, Miss Suzuki, I guess
we can allow you to do that.  Go ahead and write 'dinner, study, sex' in
those boxes for 6, 8, and 10PM on Tuesday.  I guess it doesn't really
matter to us where you sleep." Amy was still blushing deeply with
embarrassment as she filled in the boxes.  She really, really resented
having her private life advertised so succinctly to these people.  And she
despised Knoxx for making her feel as if she was asking his permission for
her to go out on a date.  And his crack about where she slept made it sound
as if she slept around with lots of men. Knoxx said, "Okay.  Miss Suzuki,
anything else you've got planned?" Amy said, "Well, on Monday, my family
and I are probably going out to lunch and dinner together, but we've got
that written in already.  And of course, I want as much time to study for
my final exams as possible so that I am properly prepared for them." Knoxx
replied, "Well, that goes without saying, but considering your situation,
you are going to have to allocate some time for these punishment projects
as well.  However, since your exams will be finished by noon on Thursday,
we'll give you some study time these next two days, and then I see lots of
open time on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday for punishment.  How's that?" Amy
tried not to shudder at the thought of doing unknown things in the nude all
day on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.  She quietly said, "Okay." Knoxx went
on, "All right.  So, let's fill in the additional community service
activities that we've decided on, and then we'll fill in the others in the
open slots." She thought he sounded like a job supervisor assigning tasks
to his workers rather than assigning a naked young woman to show off her
body to strangers. Knoxx went on, "Let's write them in, and then I'll go
back and describe them for you.  First, on Thursday, we want to extend the
experiments at Wytham into the evening.  At least til 7 and maybe later. 
We will plan to have our daily meeting in the lab during a break or while
the experiments are going on; we will probably stay and watch the
experiments for a while after the meeting.  We'll figure out dinner for you
somehow.  So, erase 'dinner' on Thursday and extend that arrow down to 8
o'clock.  As I say, we'll talk about them in a minute." Amy thought to
herself, "So, I'll be naked and probed for 8 hours on Thursday.  And he
hasn't even gotten to Friday, Saturday, and Sunday yet!" She quietly made
the changes on the white board. Knoxx then said, "Now, on Friday afternoon,
we've arranged for you to take part in another auction.  For now, just
write down 'Prime Cut Auction' from noon til 4:30 on Friday." As she wrote
it down, she thought, "O, god, what's that about?  I assume that I'll be
part of the merchandise rather than a bidder or the auctioneer." Knoxx
continued, "On Saturday, you will be helping Ms.  Whiteside at the
Pre-Graduation Art & Wine Festival.  Just write 'Art & Wine' from 9 AM til
4 PM." He paused to let Amy write it down, and then he said, "Good.  Now,
let's talk about these and then we will see how you can help out Mr. 
Thorson and Mr.  Garoni.  Dr.  Beaupre, why don't you describe the Thursday
session at Wytham?" Beaupre said, "Okay.  As you know, we've been running
some experiments called 'Single Point Stimulation' with Amy, and we have
one more of those to do.  That should last 90 minutes or so.  And then to
extend the session as you requested, Dr.  Knoxx, we're going to let the
Norwegians run some experiments with Amy.  These will take several hours."
Knoxx looked at him quizzically and said, "Norwegians?" Beaupre chuckled
and replied, "Yeah, we happen to have two visiting researchers from Norway
in the lab.  We have been trading notes with them, and we'd like to see how
some of their stimulation devices and techniques work on Amy.  And vice
versa as well; we'll show them some of our experiments on Amy." Knoxx said,
"Good.  Also, what is the last single point experiment that you are going
to do?" Amy blushed as Beaupre said, "We are going to stimulate her G-spot
and measure her responses." Knoxx looked over at the committee members and
said, "Gentlemen, that sounds like an interesting experiment for us to
observe.  Maybe we should join Dr.  Beaupre and his crew for lunch and
spend the afternoon?" The four men agreed and Amy sagged her head; she
thought that Knoxx sounded like a man going to a picnic and then watching
his son's soccer game. Knoxx then looked at Tyson Laird and said, "Ty,
since you arranged the Friday auction, I'll let you tell us what you know."
Laird stood up and seemed to be looking right at Amy's pussy as he said,
"There's a club of older gentlemen called 'The Old Geezers', and every
month they have some sort of erotic auction for their members.  They
auction off nude women, 5 to 10 each week, and the winning bidder gets a
lap dance from the woman involved.  All of the women are paid for their
participation, and Miss Suzuki will donate her money to the university
foundation.  The interesting part is the pre-auction display of the naked
girls.  I just joined this group recently, and I've only been to one
auction, and for that one, the women served as naked waitresses for the
men's luncheon.  But I understand that they have several other motifs, and
I'm not sure what this one is all about.  The guy who runs it is nicknamed
Daddy and he owns DaddyO's adult bookstore.  The only thing he would tell
me is the name 'Prime Cut Auction'.  He assures me that it is all on the
up-and-up; that is, the women are all paid, willing participants and no sex
is permitted, although touching is allowed. Amy let out a slight gasp and
everyone in the room turned to look at the naked girl.  She stood there
wide-eyed, but she said nothing.  However, to herself she thought, "How can
it be on the 'up-and-up' with naked women?  And I'm certainly not a willing
participant!" Then she closed her eyes and her mouth, and she bent her head
down.  She knew she had no choice but to do it. Knoxx said, "Good.  Miss
Suzuki, we will look forward to hearing about this at our 5 o'clock meeting
on Friday.  And now, Ms.  Whiteside, tell us about the art and wine thing."
Whiteside stood up and said, "You all probably know about the annual Art &
Wine Festival that is held on the weekend before graduation.  Lots of the
parents and family members of the graduates like to shop at this event; it
is a good way to pass the time on a spring weekend.  It is held both
Saturday and Sunday.  At the moment, I only have Amy for Saturday, but if
she's available on Sunday, I could use her then as well.  At any rate, my
sister and I are two of the organizers of the event this year, and Dr. 
Knoxx has been kind enough to give us free rein on Amy's dress or lack
thereof.  We will probably have her hand out brochures or something like
that, but we haven't decided for sure yet exactly what she'll be doing. 
But she certainly will not have many clothes on.  She should be a nice
drawing card." Amy gulped.  Not only would she be naked in front of
hundreds of people, but the festival was held in a city park rather than on
campus.  And so she would have to worry about the city's indecent exposure
laws that the policeman had told her about last Thursday. Knoxx said,
"Okay, thanks, Dr.  Whiteside.  Now, Mr.  Thorson and Mr.  Garoni, let's
see if Miss Suzuki can help you during some of the unallocated time on her
schedule.  Let's see, there's a big block of unallocated time tomorrow
afternoon from noon til 5.  And then on Wednesday, there's 10 til 2
available if you provide lunch, and even 4 to 5.  Thursday is filled up. 
Friday has 10 to noon, but she needs time to eat before the auction. 
Saturday is filled.  Sunday is completely free, but I would like to save at
least part of that for last minute punishment in case she breaks any more
rules.  Similarly for Monday morning; I'll save that, too.  Mr.  Garoni,
I'll let you go first, what would you like?" Naked Amy felt like a naked
pawn getting moved around a crowded chessboard.  They weren't concerned
about her feelings, her health, or her studies.  Her beautiful naked body
and how to expose it were their only concerns. Garoni said, "Well, I would
love to have such a gorgeous naked lady to shoot at various spots around
campus.  At this time of year, the light is best in early morning and late
afternoon or early evening.  How about I take her from 6 til 8 on Wednesday
evening?  The setting sun and her naked form could be a nice combination.
And then maybe I can steal her on early Sunday morning from 7 til 9 to get
some of the rising sun rays casting interesting light on her?" Knoxx smiled
and said, "Done.  We'll look forward to seeing those pictures.  How many
photographers will you have?" Garoni replied, "Well, we have a dozen people
in the club, and I expect they'll all want to be part of this." He paused
for a second before asking, "Oh, does she have to be nude all the time? 
Can we put panties on her for a few shots?" Knoxx said, "Yes, panties are
okay.  And caps or hats are okay, too.  But nothing else.  No shoes, no
gloves, and most especially, no brassieres.  Her breasts must be visible at
all times." "Good.  And can we provide her with some sexier panties to wear
for the photos, or will it just be the plain ones that we've seen her
wearing these last two weeks?" Knoxx said, "Well, Mr.  Garoni, let's just
stick to the plain ones.  But you can be inventive about how to use them on
her." Garoni smiled and replied, "All right.  And thanks for this, Dr. 
Knoxx.  And Amy, thank you in advance." Amy gave him a weak smile and just
nodded. Knoxx looked at the schedule and said to Amy, "Okay, Miss Suzuki,
fill in Wednesday 6 to 8 and Sunday 7 to 9 AM with 'nude photos'.  And
since we stole a couple of hours on Wednesday night, let's mark Wednesday
10 to 2 with 'study' as well as 'lunch'." Amy cringed as she wrote "nude
photos" in the two slots. Knoxx said, "Okay, Edgar.  What would you like?"
Thorson said, "Well, how about a few hours tomorrow and a few more on
Sunday.  I could use some help counting that fountain money tomorrow, and
then on Sunday, she could help do general cleanup around campus before
graduation.  So, how about 3 til 5 tomorrow afternoon and then 9 til noon
on Sunday?" Knoxx said, "Done.  Write it down, Miss Suzuki.  And when
you're done, please step back and look at the schedule to make sure you can
do it.  It looks to me as if there is plenty of study time for your two
final exams, but only you can tell for sure." Amy was still stunned; she
still couldn't quite believe that her naked body was being so casually
assigned to these people, as if it were a piece of specialized equipment.
But she looked at the grid that she had written on the board, and it did
look reasonable at first glance.  However, she was concerned about the
normal everyday things that weren't written there: showering, shaving,
using the toilet, talking with friends, eating breakfast, walking to and
from the activities, paying bills, charging her cell phone, reading her
mail, etc.  But she decided not to mention any of those things, because she
felt like she had no say in this any more.  She just quietly said, "Yes, it
looks okay to me." Knoxx replied, "Okay, good.  Now, gentlemen and Ms. 
Whiteside, please feel free to swap your slots around if necessary.  If you
do, please let me know, and of course, let Miss Suzuki know so that she
doesn't show up at the wrong place." Amy began to tear up again, because
she now felt like a baseball player being offered for trade between teams.
She was just a piece of gear to them. Knoxx then said to her, "Miss Suzuki,
please stand next to the board, and I'll take a picture of your schedule.
I'll give it to Mrs.  Duckworth to transcribe it into a document that will
be sent to you and all of these folks." Amy stood there unsmiling with her
arms at her sides as Knoxx used his iPhone to take a few photos of her
naked body and the schedule on the board beside her.  He punched a few more
buttons on the phone to send the photos to Mrs.  Duckworth's computer.
Knoxx then turned back to her and with a stern voice said, "Now, Miss
Suzuki, I want to let you know how lucky you are; you actually got off
pretty easy with this punishment.  You actually have Tyson Laird to thank
that you are still in school here, because Mr.  Kirkpatrick, Mr.  Telford,
Dr.  Farmer, and myself thought that this long list of violations plus the
violations last week justified your immediate expulsion.  But Mr.  Laird
thought that we would be on shaky legal ground expelling you now, and he
convinced us to let you stay and punish you in other ways.  Any comments?"
The naked girl shook her head, looked at Laird, and said softly, "Thank
you, Mr.  Laird." Knoxx continued, "And let me tell you some of the other
punishments that we considered, but did not implement.  Like last week, we
considered just taking away your panties completely and having you be
entirely naked these last few days.  And we considered having you remain
naked at the graduation ceremony, probably wearing only the mortarboard
part of the usual cap and gown graduation outfit.  And we considered adding
one more 5 o'clock meeting for Monday and requiring you to be nude as usual
and to bring your family members along so that we could explain our actions
to them.  We seriously considered all of these things, and again you are
very fortunate to have avoided them." He went on, "Actually, I should say
you are fortunate only for the time being, because we may impose these at
any time in the next few days.  We are going to have a zero-tolerance
policy for any more violations.  If we hear about you breaking any more of
the rules in the agreement, we will impose some or all of those
punishments. Or we just might immediately expel you afterall.  We are very
serious, Miss Suzuki.  Understand?" Amy tried to remain stoic as she slowly
nodded her head and said "Yes, I understand", but she was sure that her
body language was broadcasting her stunned reaction to everyone in the
room. Knoxx said, "Well, we're almost done here.  But first, let me open
this panty package and have Miss Suzuki try on this replacement pair." He
ripped it open and tossed her the pink striped panties.  She slid them up
her long legs.  She slowly turned to model them for Knoxx, and he nodded.
She slid them off and handed them back.  Knoxx made his usual red mark on
the rear waist band and set them aside. Knoxx then got a pair of pale green
panties out of his drawer and tossed them to Amy saying, "Here are panties
for you to wear tomorrow." She slid this pair up her legs and was only
slightly relieved to finally have her pussy covered.  Then Knoxx said,
"Okay, that's it.  And Miss Suzuki, please remember that you'll be counting
money with Mr.  Thorson at 3 PM tomorrow.  Edgar, I assume that she should
report to the physical plant, and I assume that you'll make certain that
she's here at 5 o'clock." Thorson said, "Yes, Dr.  Knoxx, we'll be counting
the money at the plant, and I'll have someone drive her over here in plenty
of time for the meeting." Knoxx said, "Good.  And goodnight, everybody."
Amy wanted to scurry out the door and get away from all these people, but
she remembered the zero-tolerance phrase that Knoxx had just used, and so
she merely walked slowly out the door with most of the other people.  And
they all rode as a group down the elevator to the first floor; not a word
was spoken the entire time. Amy glanced at the clock in the lobby and
realized that she had missed dinner at the dining hall again, and she
decided to eat at the Student Union cafeteria for the third day in a row.
As she walked out the door into the twilight, she smiled briefly at the
friendly Dr.  Beaupre and said, "Good night." She quickly ate a bland
pre-made turkey sandwich, some chips, and a soda at the cafeteria, and then
headed back to the dorm.  She checked her email and found a message from
Lorene Duckworth.  It contained the schedule that she had just committed
herself to: May 15, Tuesday 8-10AM naked posing 10-noon submit English Lit
exam, study noon-3PM lunch, study 3-5PM count money 5-6PM meeting
6-midnight dinner, study, sex

   May 16, Wednesday 8-10AM naked posing 10-2PM study, lunch 2-4PM Formal
Logic exam 4-5PM study 5-6PM meeting 6-8PM nude photos, dinner 8-midnight
study

   May 17, Thursday 8-10AM naked posing 10-noon Modern Journalism exam
noon-8PM lunch, Wytham, dinner 8-midnight available May 18, Friday 8-10AM
naked posing 10-noon available, lunch noon-4:30PM Prime Cut auction
4:30-5PM available 5-6PM meeting 6-7PM dinner 7-10PM panty auction prep
10-midnight available May 19, Saturday 8-9AM available 9-4PM art & wine
festival 4-5PM available 5-6PM meeting 6-7PM dinner 7-10PM panty auction
10-midnight available May 20, Sunday 7-9AM nude photos 9-noon ground crew
noon-5PM available 5-6PM meeting 6-midnight available May 21, Monday 8-noon
available noon-1PM lunch 1-3PM available 3-5PM graduation 5-6PM meeting
6-7PM dinner 7-midnight available  She let out a low derisive laugh as she
saw the liberties that Knoxx had taken.  He had extended the schedule all
the way to midnight each day, and he had filled in the blank slots with
"available", which just seemed like an open invitation to any of them to
use her nude body during that time.  And she didn't like the way he had
filled in Monday from noon on, because the agreement said that her
punishment would end at noon on Monday, but he had threatened to keep her
naked until Monday night if she broke any rules.  She wished he had added
the word "conditional" to everything after Monday noon, but she'd fight
that battle if it ever happened. After that, she finished up the English
Lit exam, and then spent a couple of hours each on Formal Logic and Modern
Journalism.  At midnight, she decided to spend an hour or so working on the
diary and those daily one-sheets, and a little after 1 AM she said good
night to Linda, crossed off another day on the calendar, set alarms on her
clock and her cell phone, and went to bed.

   May 15, Tuesday

   Chapter 52 - Naked Netminder

   Amy was jarred awake at 6:30 by a strange loud noise.  She looked around
the room, and then she realized it was her cell phone alarm going off; she
had never heard her phone make that noise before.  And a few seconds later,
her alarm clock went off.  She looked over to see Linda wiping her eyes and
groggily saying, "What the heck was that?" Amy replied, "Sorry, Lindy, it
was my cell phone alarm.  Just go back to sleep." She did her usual morning
routine including shaving her pubes and legs even though they had been done
just the day before.  She was resolved to be perfect and avoid any further
violations.  After breakfast at the dining hall, she loaded up her backpack
with several items, and then set out for Wakefield Hall in her pale green
panties at 7:40, which would get her to art class well ahead of time; she
would not be late today. As she walked, she wondered what this new day
would bring.  She knew Eva wouldn't be posing with her, but other than
that, the posing could be almost anything.  After art class, she would turn
in her English Lit test and then study for several hours.  Counting money
didn't sound too difficult, but doing it naked under Thorson's control
could mean anything.  And then she could suffer through the awful 5 o'clock
meeting knowing that she would be spending the evening with Dwight.  She
smiled broadly as she thought about Dwight.  All in all, it didn't seem
like it would be a terrible day.  She'd still be stark naked for several
hours and wearing only panties the rest of the time, but compared to other
recent days, this one shouldn't be too awful.  But mostly her upbeat
attitude was due to her upcoming date with Dwight. Just as Amy was ready to
open the door into the hallway in Wakefield Hall, she heard a thump on the
other side of the door and someone running down the hall.  She tentatively
opened the door and saw the cause of the thump - a soccer ball had just hit
the hallway side of the door.  And the footsteps were from a young boy
chasing the ball down the hall.  The boy stopped when he saw Amy's face
peering from behind the partially opened door, but he resumed his chase
after Amy smiled and said, "Go ahead and get your ball." The boy smiled
back and went over to the corner to where the ball had rolled. Then the
nearly naked girl stepped into the hallway, and the boy's eyes widened and
his mouth dropped open.  He stared at her for a moment and then ran down
the hall with the ball.  Amy's eyes followed him, and then she saw two more
young boys farther down the hall near the entrance into the classroom.  All
three boys were wearing similar outfits, maybe a soccer uniform, and they
stared at her as she approached them carrying her backpack in her hand with
her breasts and pale green panties in full view. She smiled at them as she
went through the open door into the classroom.  Then, she got another
surprise.  There were three more young boys similarly attired sitting on
the bench right under the panty hook.  She hesitated momentarily, but then
remembered her vow to avoid any more violations such as covering herself.
She smiled at these three wide-eyed boys as she slid her backpack under the
bench.  Then without turning away, she slid off her panties, leaned over
the boys, and hung her panties on the hook.  Her naked body was only a few
inches away from the stunned youths as she reached up to the hook on the
wall. Amy was somewhat stunned herself as she turned and walked up the
aisle to the platform in the center of the classroom.  She felt the eyes of
the six boys looking at her bare ass as she climbed up onto the stage.  She
turned to face them and then scanned the room for Whiteside.  There were
only a couple of students already there setting up their pads on the easels
and preparing for the drawing class.  As Amy turned to look behind her, she
noticed for the first time a small soccer goal - probably 3 feet high, 4
feet wide, and a net draped behind to a depth of 18 inches or so.  Then she
spotted Whiteside coming out of her office towards her on the stage.
Whiteside said, "Good morning, Amy.  I'm glad to see you are on time today.
Your alarm clock worked better today?" Amy replied, "Yes, it did.  Good
morning, Professor.  Who are . . ." Amy was just about to ask about the
boys, when Whiteside interrupted, "Ah, you are going to ask about the young
fellows?  Well, they are part of a local youth soccer team, and one of them
is my nephew.  My sister asked me to babysit this morning for a while until
she can pick up him and his teammates for practice.  So, I decided to use
them in some of the poses for the little while that they will be here this
morning.  And hence the soccer goal behind you.  Let me introduce you." And
Whiteside waved at the boys and said, "Mes jeunes amis, please come here."
The six youngsters tentatively walked up the aisle, and the naked girl had
a hard time resisting the urge to cover her pussy and breasts from the view
of their young eyes; she just stood there with her hands at her sides. 
This was going to be very awkward. Amy looked at the boys.  They were a
multi-cultural group, one Caucasian, two African Americans, two Asians, and
one Hispanic.  As they approached, Whiteside reached out and took the hand
of the white boy, and she said, "This is my nephew, Jared." Amy hesitantly
shook hands with the boy.  And then Whiteside said to the youths, "Boys,
this is Amy.  She is posing for my art class this morning.  And, Amy, let
me introduce the others.  Walt, Ray, Jin, Brett, and Bernardo." As Amy
shook their hands, Whiteside went on, "This is about half of the Grayson
Grill Gorillas.  You've probably been to Grayson Grill out at the mall. 
They sponsor a soccer team each year.  This year it's these 10-year old
boys.  Okay, boys, go back to the bench or play in the hallway for a few
more minutes til the class starts." The boys ran back down the aisle
leaving the naked girl and Whiteside alone on the stage.  Whiteside said,
"You know how I like to have contrasts in my poses.  Different shapes,
different sizes, different colors, etc.  And you know how the soccer
goalkeeper is always dressed differently than his teammates.  So, today's
interesting contrast will be a single naked adult female goalkeeper against
several clothed young male players.  Doesn't that sound interesting?" Amy
gulped, but she focused on the words "little while" and "clothed young
male".  She hoped that this meant the boys would only be here for a few
minutes and then leave Amy to pose alone.  And she was glad to hear that
the boys would remain clothed - nobody condones child pornography, not even
Knoxx's perverse committee.  Amy just replied, "Yes, interesting." And then
Whiteside walked back to her office leaving Amy naked and alone on the
stage. A few minutes later, the bell rang and Whiteside returned to the
stage.  She said, "Good morning, class.  Only 4 more meetings, and then
sadly we're all done for the year.  But today I think we have a special
treat.  You probably know about the upcoming World Cup tournament, and that
combined with a special coincidence inspired today's poses.  As you see
behind Amy, there's a soccer goal, and she'll be posing with it and with my
special young friends.  Boys, please come up here, and bring the ball with
you." The boys scampered up the aisle and onto the stage.  Whiteside
arranged them with 3 on each side of the naked girl, and she handed Amy the
ball to hold.  Amy carefully held it at tummy level so that neither her
pussy nor her boobs were hidden.  And then Whiteside went through her
little spiel about contrasting soccer players.  And she concluded with,
"And Amy is going to be the naked netminder today." She then took the ball
from Amy and said, "Okay, Amy, Walt, Jin, and Bernardo stay here.  You
other boys please go sit on the bench and behave yourselves." The three
boys left, and Whiteside said, "Now, Amy, stand over here in front of the
goal, and I want you to be kind of hunched over, feet somewhat spread,
knees bent, arms raised but not straight up.  And now you boys line up
several feet apart facing her.  Jin, you stand in the middle, and I'm going
to put the ball at your feet.  And I want you to get in a kicking position
and hold the pose." Amy got into the goalie pose, and the three boys lined
up.  Whiteside put the ball down, and adjusted Jin's kicking position. 
Then, she turned to the class and said, "Okay, start drawing, and I'll . .
." At that instant, there was a thud followed by Amy saying "Ooooof" as Jin
kicked the ball right into her stomach.  Amy doubled over and fell to her
knees.  Whiteside turned around with a startled look that quickly turned to
anger as she shook Jin by the shoulders.  The young boy was smirking, and
Whiteside said, "Hey, young man, I didn't mean for you to kick the ball.  I
just wanted you to pretend to kick it." The boy's smirk changed to a
dejected look as the instructor scolded him, and he said as he started to
cry, "But I thought that's what you wanted, and Mr.  Alexander taught us to
kick from that position." Whiteside hugged the boy and said, "Jin, I'm
sorry I yelled at you.  I must not have made myself clear.  Maybe my
English isn't so good afterall?  Let's try it again, but this time please
don't kick the ball.  Just pretend.  Okay?" Whiteside then turned to Amy
who was still on her knees holding her stomach.  Whiteside said, "Amy, are
you all right?  Let me see." The naked girl stood up and dropped her hands
to her sides as Whiteside looked at her tummy.  Whiteside said, "It's a
little bit red.  Does it hurt?" Amy looked down between her bare breasts at
the red spot and said, "No, not really.  It just knocked the breath out of
me.  Can I have a quick drink of water?" Whiteside said, "Of course", and
she grabbed an unopened bottle of water and handed it to the nude beauty.
Amy took a couple of big swigs followed by a few deep breaths, and she
said, "Okay, Dr.  Whiteside, I'm all right.  Let's continue." A somewhat
shaken Whiteside said, "I'm sorry about that, class.  And now Amy and boys,
please get back in position." Amy resumed her slightly hunched over pose,
and the kids returned to their positions.  Whiteside said, "Bon.  Class, go
ahead and start drawing." Amy held this pose for the next ten minutes as
the students sketched away.  Her boobs were hanging alluringly and the
three boys had smiles on their faces as they watched them jiggle slightly
as she breathed. Whiteside returned to the stage and said, "Very good.  You
guys did great.  Now, you boys go sit down." She turned and yelled,
"Bernardo, please come up here", and the youngster skipped up the aisle. 
Whiteside continued, "Amy, we're going to do a one-on-one attack this time.
I want you kind of leaning to the side, left knee bent, right leg extended,
arms straight out at maybe a 30 degree angle with your face looking out
between your arms.  Bernardo, I want you in the kicking position like Jin
was, but please, please do not kick the ball.  Just pretend.  Okay?"
Bernardo said, "Yes, Ms.  Whiteside, I understand", and he took his
position.  Amy took her position, and Whiteside made the slight adjustments
to open her legs a bit more.  The young boy tried to keep his eyes on the
soccer ball, but they glanced up several times to look at Amy's gaping
pussy lips.  Amy thought she could see a tent forming in his soccer shorts,
and she wondered, "Do boys really get hard-ons at so young an age?  Maybe
all of these kids are hard now, and this kid isn't wearing the right
underwear to hide it?" She continued to ponder this as she posed for
another 10 minutes or so. Whiteside returned and thanked Bernardo as Amy
took another drink of water.  Whiteside said, "Okay, Amy.  Let's do you by
yourself in front of the goal.  Similar pose, but with your arms higher in
the air, maybe 20 degrees off of vertical, left leg out a bit on tiptoe as
if blocking an incoming shot.  Let's do this one for 5 minutes.  So, class,
please sketch quickly." The naked girl's assets were now in full view of
the class with no little kid blocking their view.  She just stood there
smiling at the students through her raised arms. Whiteside came back with
the ball in her hands and said, "Very similar, but both feet on the ground
and hold the ball way above your head as if throwing it to a teammate like
a goalie does.  Maybe more of a determined look rather than a smile this
time.  Again, only 5 minutes.  Go!" Amy felt her breasts flatten as she
held the ball high in the air for the 5 minutes. Whiteside took the ball
from her and said, "Okay, good.  Now, let's have you simulate victory.  You
know how players often run around after getting a goal or winning the game
with their arms out and slightly bent over as if they're soaring like a
bird?  Well, Amy, I want you to do something similar.  Face the class, arms
straight out at your sides, bend over, and extend your right leg behind
you. We're going to do this one for 10 minutes, and so to help you, I'm
going to ask 3 boys to come up.  Jared, you hold up her left arm; Brett,
the right arm; and Jin, the right leg.  Hold by her hand or her foot. 
After 5 minutes, we'll switch off and let Bernardo, Walt, and Ray have
their turns." Amy blushed as she took the position.  She knew that the two
kids holding her arms would have a close up view of her swaying boobs, and
that the kid with her leg would be looking right into her pussy from
behind. They all took their positions and Whiteside pinned up Amy's hair
and raised her chin so she was looking at the class.  Amy smiled as she
stood there for the embarrassing 5 minutes.  After which she stretched for
several seconds as the 3 other boys got into position.  The kid with her
foot, Walt, was squeezing it and then tickling the sole of the foot; Amy
tried not to laugh, but her squirming brought a rebuke from Whiteside for
Walt to stop tickling and Amy to stop squirming.  Amy hoped against hope
that this would not be reported as a violation. While she was standing
there is the soaring position, she wondered when the "short time" with the
kids was going to be up.  The class was almost over, but the kids were
still here. Finally, for the last pose, Whiteside suggested kind of a team
portrait formation with Amy naturally in the middle.  Two boys sat right at
her feet, their eyes were just about level with her pussy only inches away.
Two others kneeing at her sides, their eyes about level with her boobs, and
each had an arm around her bare waist.  And then the other two, who were
the tallest, standing behind the kneelers each with an arm around her bare
shoulders.  Her naked body was perfectly framed by the six uniformed kids.
As they stood there for the last 10 minutes of the class, Amy felt several
squeezes of her shoulders and her waist from the kids' hands.  And once she
felt Jared's hand slip from her waist and give her left butt cheek a
squeeze; she scowled at him and said quietly, "Hey, stop that." As the bell
rang, Whiteside came up on stage and said, "Class, let's give our soccer
stars a round of applause for their nice work today." Amy joined in the
clapping for the young kids, and she thought that was the end of the soccer
posing. Amy needed to use the restroom, and as she walked naked down the
very narrow stairway and hallway to the basement, she was a bit surprised
that several of the boys followed her and then went into the men's room as
she squeezed by them to get to the ladies' room.  She spent a few minutes
doing her business and then cleaning herself and primping her hair.  When
she returned to the classroom, the boys were still there sitting on the
bench.  One of them had taken down her pale green panties from the hook and
was showing them spread to the other boys.  She grabbed them and said,
"Please leave those alone.  They don't belong to you, and they are supposed
to be on the hook while I'm posing." The chastened boys apologized, but
they kept their eyes glued on her close-up naked body. Just before the 9
o'clock bell rang, she climbed back up on the platform to wait for
instructions about her individual poses for this class.  But Amy was
surprised when Whiteside came up and gave the class the same introductory
talk about the day's poses would be using Amy as the naked netminder plus
the six boys.  And for the next hour, Whiteside had them repeat the entire
series of soccer related poses.  During the soaring pose, she felt the hand
of the boy in back briefly touch her inner thigh not far from her vagina.
And then during the portrait pose, the boys squeezed in tighter with one of
them pressing the side of his face against her bare breast. Amy was
relieved when the class was over, because she was done posing for the day,
and she could spend the next several hours studying.  As she reached for
her panties on the hook, Whiteside came up and said, "Amy, please come over
here; I need to talk to you." Amy left the panties on the hook and followed
the instructor over to the side. Whiteside held up a printout of Amy's
schedule that Knoxx had emailed the night before, and the instructor said,
"Amy, remember during the first hour today when you squirmed during the
soaring pose and I had to ask you to hold still?" Amy closed her eyes and
nodded.  Whiteside went on, "Well, according to Calvin, err, I mean Dr. 
Knoxx, that's a non-cooperation violation and I need to report it to him."
Amy's eyes immediately started to water and she meekly said, "I'm sorry
about that, but the boy was tickling my foot and I couldn't help it."
Whiteside responded, "I'm aware of that, but remember the phrase the Dr. 
Knoxx used yesterday afternoon?  Zero-tolerance.  And so, I am prepared to
report it to him." Amy started to whimper a response, but Whiteside raised
her hand and said, "However, I think you and I can work something out so
that we can keep this to ourselves.  And so here's the deal, I see from
your schedule that you are to turn in your English Lit exam now and then
have several hours to study.  Well, my understanding is that the exam can
be submitted any time from now thru Friday afternoon.  Is that right?" Amy
just nodded.  Whiteside continued, "Okay.  If you agree to give up the next
two hours of study and continue posing with these kids, I won't say
anything about the squirming incident to Dr.  Knoxx.  You can study after
midnight or maybe get up an hour or so early tomorrow morning.  Or you can
spend more time studying this evening rather than having sex with Mr. 
Henderson.  How does that sound?" It sounded absolutely awful to Amy, but
she was backed into a corner and the lesser of her awful choices was to
accept Whiteside's offer.  So, Amy nodded her head and tried to put on a
show of cooperation by saying, "Yes, that sounds good.  Thank you, Dr. 
Whiteside.  There won't be any more violations today." And so Amy spent the
next two hours doing naked poses with the soccer players for the 10 o'clock
and 11 o'clock drawing classes.  The boys became less inhibited with her,
and their hands seemed to wander a bit farther closer to her breasts,
pussy, and butt.  She had limited success in discouraging them, but she did
not want to complain to Whiteside.  The kids got in lots of free feels.
After the last class ended, Whiteside asked Amy to help her dismantle the
soccer goal and put it in the storage area.  As they finished, Whiteside
said, "Thank you, Amy.  I won't say anything to Dr.  Knoxx.  And now, why
don't you join us for lunch?  I've ordered pizza for the boys, and then my
sister is coming to take them to soccer practice." Again Amy felt trapped.
She didn't want to, but she felt that she had to cooperate completely with
this woman who seemed to be a good friend of Chancellor Knoxx.  So, she
said, "Sure.  I'd like that." Whiteside said, "Good, ma cherie.  Please
help me move some of these easels and stools to the side, and we'll set up
some tables right here in the room." Amy gave her a puzzled look, but she
agreed.  And the naked girl helped the instructor clear out a large portion
of the class room by moving the equipment to the edges.  Then Whiteside led
her out into the hallway where the art department staff were leaving their
offices to go to lunch; they stopped to look at the naked girl as she
helped Whiteside carry a table from an office into the classroom. Amy
thought that they were done after moving the table, because it was big
enough for the eight people.  But Whiteside waved her back into the hallway
to retrieve another table.  And then a third, and a fourth.  Whiteside then
recruited the boys to help move about 20 folding chairs into the classroom
around the tables. A couple of minutes later the pizza delivery guy walked
into the classroom with 8 large pizza boxes on top of a cooler.  He looked
around, and his gazed stopped when he saw the pretty nude girl standing
there.  Whiteside came over and said, "Amy, please take these boxes and the
sodas, while I pay the man." The pizza guy smiled as Amy took the boxes
four at a time and put them on the tables.  She knew he was looking at her
bare ass and pussy lips and swaying breasts as she bent over to arrange the
pizzas and six-packs of Pepsi on the tables, but she had no choice.  He
smirked again as he left. She wondered who all the extra chairs and food
was for, and she quickly found out.  There was a thunder of running feet in
the hallway as six more kids in soccer uniforms raced in followed by five
men and a woman.  Amy wanted to hide in the corner or at least cover
herself, but she knew that was impossible.  She just stood there in plain
view as the new arrivals stopped and stared at her naked body. Whiteside
could detect the tension in the room as everyone stared, and she said,
"Well, I see that all of you have noticed my nude model.  This is Amy
Suzuki, and she has just finished posing for my classes this morning.  She
is required to remain naked as long as she is in this room, and so please
just treat her normally.  And, Amy, this is my sister Valerie and her
husband Sam.  I'm sorry I don't know who the other gentlemen are. 
Coaches?" Sam spoke up, "Yes, Marie, these are our soccer coaches, and they
will be joining us for lunch.  Brad, Tom, Roberto, and Armando." The six
adults came up and shook hands with Amy.  Sam then called over the 6 new
boys and introduced them to the nude girl, "Pablo, Javier, Hal, Barry, Ali,
and Josh." She saw the boys looking at her breasts as she bent over
slightly to shake their hands. Whiteside said, "Okay, everyone, have a seat
anywhere and dig in.  But boys, please don't eat too fast, we don't want
you to be sick while practicing this afternoon.  Amy, please undo the
six-packs and pass out the drinks; I'll open the pizzas and handout plates
and napkins." Amy glanced at Whiteside and wondered, "And so now I'm
today's waitress?" But she said nothing.  Her breasts felt especially
vulnerable as she reached over to put down a soda can in front of each of
the kids and the seven adults.  The only space left along the 4
pushed-together tables was between one of the kids and the coach named,
Brad, who looked to be a college student.  Brad's eyes watched her boobs
jiggle as she scooted the chair up to the table. Amy just wanted to
silently eat and then get the hell out of there.  But Brad started talking
immediately, "Amy, you might not remember me, but I was there when the city
policemen detained you last week.  I was the one who told the cops that you
hadn't crossed the boundary from the campus to the city jurisdiction. 
Remember?" Amy held off on taking her first bite of pizza and said, "Yes, I
remember someone speaking up.  And thanks for doing that." Then Sam asked,
"Oh, I hadn't heard about that incident.  What happened?" And Brad
described the incident in quite a bit of detail.  Amy sat there silently
eating pizza, and she blushed as her brush with the law was explained.  She
thought, "Do they really have to talk about my almost naked body in front
of these young boys?" And this discussion led to why she was wearing
panties then but not at this lunch.  And Amy was extremely humiliated to
tell about the streaking and subsequent punishment.  The boys' eyes were
wide, and several of them started asking her embarrassing questions like,
"How does it feel to be naked around clothed people?" and "What do you do
to keep warm on cold mornings?" and the strangest one "Are you allowed to
use the boys' restroom since you're naked?" This went on for quite a while,
before the coaches steered the conversation towards soccer.  And even after
they all finished eating, they continued to talk about soccer.  Amy felt
trapped; she didn't care about their soccer talk, but she knew Whiteside
would be upset if she got up and left.  So, she just sat there and
listened. Finally, about 1:15, Sam said, "Well, I think we need to get
going.  Boys, please thank Marie and Amy for lunch, and then let's get in
the vans and head to the field." Amy stood up and shook hands with
everybody as they left.  She then headed over to the peg, but Whiteside
said, "Amy, could you stay a few more minutes and help me clean up and put
things away?" Amy sighed, turned around, and said, "Sure, Dr.  Whiteside."
Finally, at 1:45, everything was put away and the easels were back in
place. Amy quickly slipped on her panties before Whiteside could come up
with anything else for her to do.  As she walked out the door, she yelled
at Whiteside, "Goodbye, Professor.  I'll see you tomorrow." Amy walked the
couple of blocks to Crookshank Hall where the English Department was
located.  She wasn't looking forward to facing her English Lit instructor,
Mrs.  Hanford, who had embarrassed her so thoroughly during the first class
meeting after the streaking incident.  But Amy was relieved to find
Hanford's office door closed with a note that said to just slide the exam
booklets through the mail slot.  Amy quickly did that and left.

   Chapter 53 - Counting Coins

   The clock in the lobby showed that it was almost 2 o'clock, and she
realized that her several hours for studying were now down to only one
before she had to be at the physical plant to count the fountain money. 
And it would take about 10 minutes to walk across campus to the physical
plant.  A trip back to the dorm would steal another 15 minutes from this
study time.  And so, she just sat down on a bench in Crookshank Hall lobby
and pulled out her Formal Logic notes and textbook.  Several people walked
by as she studied, but she ignored their stares. About 2:45, she packed up
her things, made a quick pit stop in the restroom, and headed off to the
maintenance building. When she arrived at 2:55, she reminded herself that
she had vowed to avoid any more violations, and she sighed as she slid off
her panties as soon as she walked into the shop.  She got several admiring
looks from the workers in the room.  She ignored them, hung her panties on
the hook, and then looked at Thorson's desk; he wasn't there.  So, she
sighed again as she walked over to the desk and took her place in front of
it.  She just stood there naked waiting for him.  It was still a few
minutes before the hour, and she hoped that Thorson would show up on time.
And right at 3 o'clock, Thorson hobbled with his cane into the doorway on
the far side of the room.  When he saw the nude beauty standing obediently
in front of his desk, he paused before Amy could see him.  He smiled as he
thought, "Well, Dr.  Knoxx was right.  Her pretty body language indicates
that she looks like she'll be more cooperative.  Actually, her current pose
looks almost submissive.  And Knoxx wants me to turn up the heat on her, so
to speak.  So, I think I'll have a little fun this afternoon!" Thorson
slowly walked across the big room and sat down behind his desk.  He looked
up at Amy who smiled at him but kept her arms at her sides.  He thought to
himself, "This girl has fantastic boobs." But aloud, he just said, "Hello,
Amy.  How are you today?  Ready to count some coins?" She forced herself to
smile and said, "Hi, Mr.  Thorson.  I'm fine.  And yes, I'm ready to count
money.  What's the procedure?" He replied, "Well, every year we just seem
to do this in some ad hoc way, and so there is no set procedure that we
use. So, let's just try what we did last year.  We've got two of these coin
counting machines that sort the coins by denomination, count them
automatically, and feed them into these paper tubes." And he took the vinyl
covers off of the devices sitting on his desk.  He went on, "But these
things are persnickety.  They only take pennies, nickels, dimes, and
quarters.  They don't work with JFK half dollars or dollar coins.  And
Canadian coins are iffy, too.  And they don't like debris such as the sand
and twigs that we've got mixed with the coins.  So, what I suggest is that
we work as a team.  You can remove as much debris as possible and any of
the non-standard coins that you see.  You can build up little piles of
coins and I'll feed them into the machines.  Actually, the instructions say
they can handle 600 at a time, and so your piles can be pretty good size."
He continued, "The coins are locked up in that closet over there.  They're
still in the buckets that you put them in.  Go over to the closet and get
one bucket.  Also, there should be several of those dust pans that you used
in the fountain; bring them, too.  Here's the key to the closet." The naked
girl wound her way through the rows of work tables and big machines to the
closet.  The guys at the tables and machines stopped to look as she went
by. She flinched when one guy gave her a light swat on the ass, but she
ignored him.  In the closet, she found the five buckets, each about half
full But even then, each one was pretty heavy.  She selected the lightest
one, tossed in two of the dust pans, and lugged it with two hands back
across the room. Thorson said, "Okay, good.  Now, there's not enough room
on the desk to dump them out.  So, just go ahead and dump them out on the
floor here at the side of my desk.  You can work on the floor, and I'll run
the machine up here on the desk.  Oh, on the next trip to closet, use one
of the dollies to bring the next bucket.  But for now, get started removing
the gunk from this first bucket.  If you overlook some of those
unacceptable coins, don't worry too much about it, because the machine will
kick them out into this little tray in back." Amy was stunned, because this
meant that she would be crawling around naked on the floor at his feet for
the next two hours removing the debris.  She wondered why they couldn't
work on one of the work tables, but she said nothing and dumped out the
first bucket onto the floor.  She got down on her hands and knees knowing
full well what a sight she was showing - dangling boobs and a pretty butt
with just a hint of pussy lips. As she started to work, Thorson said,
"Here, Amy.  Here's a hairpin so your long hair doesn't get caught on
anything." And he thought to himself, "Or block the view of your nice tits
either." And he looked admiringly at her as she used both hands behind her
head to pin up her hair, a motion that thrust out her pretty boobs. The
process went fairly quickly with the naked girl on the floor filling the
dust pan with coins and the seated man dumping the coins into the machines.
Amy had to pause a few times when some one of the ground crew workers came
to consult with Thorson, and naturally, to get a close-up view of the
pretty nude crawling on the floor. After the first bucket had been
processed, Amy went back to the closet to get another bucket of coins. 
This time she used the nearby dolly to carry the heavy bucket.  As she
rolled it back by the work tables, one of the guys reached right into her
ass crack.  She let out a yelp, and when the guys started laughing, Thorson
said with a slight smile, "Gentlemen, gentlemen, please behave yourselves."
She blushed with embarrassment at the blatant feel-up job, but except for
the initial squeal, she said nothing.  She just wanted to get through this
embarrassing job without any violations.  And each of the subsequent trips
to the closet resulted in at least one swat on her bare ass as she wheeled
the dolly by the men; again, she kept her mouth shut. The other buckets
went just as fast as the first one.  Once the coins were wrapped in the
paper tubes, Thorson put them back in the buckets - pennies in one bucket,
nickels in another, etc. After doing the last bucket, Amy swept up the
debris from the floor and dumped it in the trash.  As she was putting the
broom away, she looked at the clock and it was only 4 o'clock.  She thought
she might be able to get out of here early.  She said to Thorson, "I want
to clean my hands and knees in the restroom.  Okay?" Thorson replied,
"Yeah, fine, but hurry.  There is more to do." Hopes of an early exit
dashed, Amy trudged down the hall to the small ladies' restroom.  Without
closing the door, she cleaned herself up and let her hair back down.  She
stood there in front of the mirror for a moment looking at her pretty naked
body, and a couple of guys paused outside of the restroom door to watch her
look herself over.  Upon seeing them, she switched off the light and
stepped back into the hallway.  The two guys followed her back into the
shop trying to make small talk, but she just smiled and quietly ignored
them. When she was within earshot of Thorson, she heard him say, "Grab you
panties and backpack, and let's go." And her hopes rose again at the
prospect of an early exit.  She scooted over to the hook retrieved her
panties and backpack, and then she went over to Thorson.  She started to
put on her panties, but Thorson said, "No, leave them off.  You're not done
with your assignment yet.  Follow me.  The guys have loaded the buckets
into my van, and we're going to the bank." Amy thought, "Oh, god, no. 
Please, not such a public place." But she just sighed, bowed her head, and
followed him outside carrying her panties in one hand and her backpack in
the other. Thorson had trouble climbing up into the driver's seat of the
van, and so Amy helped him get settled.  She climbed in the passenger side
and was starting to shove her panties into her backpack, but again Thorson
stopped her and said simply, "Hang them on the rear view mirror." The naked
girl hung her head in embarrassment, but she did as she was told.  Now her
nakedness was being advertised to the people in the nearby cars.  As
Thorson fired up the van, she started to pull the seatbelt across her naked
body, but once again Thorson stopped her and said, "Climb in back and count
the money in the buckets.  There's a piece of paper in each bucket which
has the amount that the machines said, but I want you to verify it as we
drive.  It's about a 10-minute drive to the bank; so, be quick." And as
Thorson pulled out of the parking lot onto the street, Amy squeezed through
the narrow space between the two seats into the back of the van.  She could
feel Thorson's breath on her bare butt as she forced her way through the
tight space. She thought she might be more hidden from view in the back,
but she noticed that even the back was lined with windows which were
remarkably clean; this van must have originally been a passenger van before
it was retrofitted for ground crew use.  As she kneeled, her boobs were
clearly visible through the rear and side windows. She quickly counted the
rolls in the nickel and dime buckets, but the penny and quarter buckets
were much fuller.  She barely finished counting the quarter bucket before
Thorson pulled into the bank parking lot.  She said to him, "Give me a
couple of minutes to count the pennies.  Also, the loose half dollars and
dollar coins." He replied, "No, we need to hurry.  We'll do it inside. 
Come help me out, and then get the dolly out and load a couple of buckets
on it." The naked girl was now scared as she got out of the van, opened the
driver side door, and let Thorson put his hands on her shoulders for
support.  As Amy reached into the van for his cane, she felt Thorson's hand
brush lightly across her breasts; she suspected it was an accident, but she
wasn't sure. Amy looked around and realized that she was now within the
city limits, and she was afraid of the cops seeing her nude body.  And of
course, she was also deeply, deeply embarrassed about being naked in such a
public spot.  Several bank customers had stopped and watched as she helped
Thorson down from the van. Thorson said, "I'm going to go in and get things
started.  You load up the dolly and bring the buckets in two at a time. 
Here are the door keys to the van." He tossed the keys to her and using his
cane slowly walked into the building leaving Amy alone and naked in the
parking lot. She was attracting a crowd now as she dragged the dolly out of
the van and then loaded two buckets on it.  She locked up the van and
started toward the bank's front door.  Even using the dolly was difficult
because the coins were pretty heavy, and she struggled to push it up the
walkway.  The crowd followed her, and two men darted ahead to open the two
sets of doors for her. Inside the bank, there was a fairly long line of
people waiting to do their late afternoon transactions.  But she didn't see
Thorson in the line or at the nearby desks.  She wheeled the dolly over by
the counter and saw him behind the counter talking with a teller.  He
yelled, "This man will let you through the gate over there.  Bring the
coins back here and we'll get started." The teller smiled and stared at the
pretty nude girl as he let her roll the dolly back behind the counter.  The
teller said, "Hello, young lady, I'm Max Bernstein.  Mr.  Thorson explained
why you are naked.  So, let's just get started processing these coins. 
Let's unload them onto this table keeping the denominations together." She
quickly shook his hand, and then the three of them started getting the
rolls of pennies and nickels out of the buckets.  After the buckets were
empty, she put them back on the dolly and rolled it back out into the lobby
and out the door. Word was getting around about the pretty nude in the bank
parking lot, and the crowd was getting bigger as she rolled the dolly back
to the van.  She tossed the two empty buckets back into the van and tried
to put all three remaining buckets on the dolly at once.  But she realized
that this would be too awkward as well as too heavy to handle at once.  So,
she reluctantly resigned herself to knowing that she had to make an extra
trip to get the last bucket. She repeated the trip up the sidewalk, through
the doors, and into the lobby.  Bernstein ushered her back behind the
counter, and they unloaded the buckets of dimes and quarters onto the
table. She left the two men to fill out the paper work, and she almost ran
as she pushed the dolly back to the van. The last bucket was much lighter;
it had only a couple of half dollars plus approximately 50 dollar coins as
well as a bag holding a mixture of Canadian coins.  She decided that she
could just carry this bucket without using the dolly.  And this provided a
much different view of her naked body to the crowd in the parking lot and
inside the bank.  She just gritted her teeth and boldly walked up the
sidewalk and into the bank with boobs and pussy in full view. Bernstein
looked at the miscellaneous coins, and said, "Okay, Miss.  Please count the
dollar coins and here are a few paper tubes for them, 25 coins in each
tube. And, Mr.  Thorson, these Canadian coins require special paper work.
Please count the Canada money and fill out this form.  And once we get all
of that done you can complete the deposit slip.  I'll leave you and this
pretty lady to finish this, and I'll be back in a few minutes." Amy glanced
at the clock and it showed 4:40 PM.  She said, "Mr.  Thorson, I need to be
back at Kameron Hall by 5 o'clock.  Are we going to have time to finish
this?" As he dumped out the Canadian coins, he replied, "Don't worry, Amy.
I'll get you back in time.  I remember this special form from last year,
and it's easy to fill out.  Just wrap those dollar coins and I'll count
these Canadian ones.  Oh, look, there's a couple of Loonies, which are one
dollar coins." Amy wrapped up two rolls of US dollar coins, and then added
the two left over ones to the two half dollars.  And Thorson quickly sorted
out the Canadian coins into piles on the table and filled out the form. 
Bernstein came back, looked over all the paper work and the piles of coins,
and said, "Well, Mr.  Thorson, it looks like you had a good year with the
fountain.  $2,316.  A nice contribution to the university foundation." And
looking at Amy, he said, "And Miss, thank you for helping out today.  Your
visit will be memorable for all of us.  Goodbye." Amy grabbed the empty
bucket and breathed a sigh of relief as she followed Thorson back to the
van.  She helped him up into the van, and as she circled the van to get in
the passenger seat, the crowd around the van applauded.  She blushed as she
strapped on the seatbelt. She was thankful that the rush hour traffic was
not too bad as they returned to campus, and they arrived in front of the
administration building a couple of minutes before 5.  Amy grabbed her
panties from the rear view mirror and started to slip them on while seated
in the van.  But again, Thorson stopped her saying, "There's no need for
you to put those on now; you'll just be taking them off again in a minute
or so.  So, just carry them up to Chancellor Knoxx's office.  And Amy,
thanks for your help today.  I guess I'll see you on Sunday morning. 
Right?" Amy's breasts rose and fell as she sighed deeply, and she said,
"Okay.  See you Sunday.  Bye." And the naked girl hopped out of the van
again holding her panties in one hand and backpack in the other.

   Chapter 54 - Amy and Dwight on Tuesday Night

   Naked Amy rode the crowded elevator up to the seventh floor, and again
she ignored a squeeze on her butt cheeks as well as the stares of the many
people in the lobby and on the elevator.  She walked into Knoxx's reception
area, and she saw Knoxx and Laird waiting for her again.  She silently hung
her panties on the penis hook and then waited for Knoxx to escort her into
the office. Knoxx and Laird spent a few minutes asking her about her day
and what she had done.  They were pleased to hear about the nice donation
to the university foundation fund from the fountain coins.  And she was
relieved when they said nothing about any new violations.  About 5:15,
Knoxx handed her a pair of pink panties.  She slid them on and left. On her
walk back to the dorm, she called Dwight and told him to pick her up at the
dorm rather than at Kameron as they'd earlier arranged.  And for the first
time today, she really smiled - not a fake, put-on smile, but a truly
radiant one.  Something good was actually going to happen today. At the
dorm, Linda and a group of friends were just walking out of their room when
Amy arrived.  Linda smiled at her almost naked friend and said, "Hey, Sooz,
you're just in time.  Let's go down to dinner." Amy smiled back at the
group and said, "Oh, I wish I could, guys, but I've got a date in a few
minutes." Linda gave her a startled look.  "With Dwight?" And as Amy nodded
her head with an even bigger smile, Linda said, "Oh, Amy, that's great.  Do
you need help getting ready again?" Amy shook her head and said, "Thanks
Lindy, but no, not today.  I'm just going to take a quick shower, and go
down in front to wait for him.  We're going to eat at his place and then
study." With a twinkle in her eye, Linda asked, "Anything else?" Amy
blushed and said, "Well, . . ." And the two friends hugged each other.  As
they parted, Linda said, "Well then, have fun.  I'll see you later
tonight." Amy giggled and replied, "I sure hope not!" And they all burst
out laughing, and Amy waved at the group as they left for dinner. She
cleaned herself up and checked her backpack to make sure she had everything
she needed to study for the Formal Logic exam.  At 5 minutes til six, she
looked out the window and saw Dwight's car already waiting out front.  She
grabbed her backpack and raced down the stairs, not wanting to wait for the
elevator.  A couple of guys coming up the stairs stopped to watch her
wildly bouncing boobs as she passed. Dwight saw her come out the front door
and waved at her.  She raced over to him, and they embraced for several
seconds before he opened the passenger side door for her. As she climbed
into his car, she felt her nipples harden and a tingle between her legs. 
It would be better if her panties stayed dry, but she really didn't worry
too much about that right then. As he pulled out of the parking lot, Dwight
said, "There's a little delicatessen over on Fourth Street, called 'Country
Fresh'.  I thought I'd stop there and get us something to heat up in the
microwave.  Incidentally, the microwave is about the extent of my cooking
ability." Amy laughed and said, "Sounds good to me." They chatted idly
during the few minutes that it took to get to the deli.  When they arrived,
they both started to open their car doors, and Dwight said, "That's okay,
Amy, I'll go in and pick out something.  You can stay here in the car." Amy
shook her head and said, "No, I need to go in with you." And she started to
get out of the car. But he gently grabbed her arm and said, "But why? 
Won't it be embarrassing for you in there?  Look there are lots of people
waiting." She answered, "Yep, it will be super embarrassing, and I really
don't want to.  But what if Knoxx finds out that I stayed in the car? 
There might be one of his spies in there who could see me sitting in the
car, or he might ask you about it.  And I can't afford any more
violations." And she spent a couple of minutes explaining Knoxx's
zero-tolerance decree and her extreme desire to avoid being naked around
her family on graduation Monday. Dwight gave her a quick kiss on the cheek
and said, "Well, okay.  I guess I understand.  Let's go." They both climbed
out of the car, and they held hands as they walked into the little shop.
There were probably a dozen people in the deli buying something to eat for
dinner.  They were talking amongst themselves and with the two clerks, and
as Amy walked in the door, the conversations suddenly stopped and the
patrons stared at the bare-breasted girl and her pink panties. Dwight and
Amy tried to be nonchalant as they walked over to one of the refrigerated
display cases.  They looked over the many choices available, and Dwight
said, "That grilled salmon with capers looks good.  That should heat up
really fast." Amy replied, "Okay, maybe some potato salad and a loaf of
French bread, too?" Dwight nodded and was just about to say something, when
the female clerk came over and politely said, "I'm very sorry, ma'am, could
you please wait outside?" And she pointed to the sign on the counter that
said, "No shoes, No shirt, No service." Amy blushed and stammered, "Oh, no.
Oh, dear.  Dwight, I'll just . . ." And she dashed out the door with Dwight
close behind. Dwight hugged her and said, "Here are the car keys.  I'll get
the food while you wait in the car." With tears in her eyes, Amy shook her
head and said, "I'll sit on the bench here by the door, and you get the
food.  Please, hurry." Dwight sighed and went back into the shop.  And the
nearly naked girl sat down on the bench with her arms at her sides so that
her boobs were in full view of all the patrons and the passing cars in the
parking lot.  Amy closed her eyes and waited and waited and waited.  With
her eyes closed, she didn't see the city policeman who walked by and looked
at her; he just smiled and continued on his way.  It seemed like an
eternity before she felt Dwight tap her on her shoulder, but it had only
been about 5 minutes.  He quietly said, "Come on, Amy, let's go." As he
opened the car door for her, she started to cry.  She buried her head on
his chest and sobbed, "Oh, Dwight, I'm sorry.  I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry
that I embarrassed you like that." He held her for several seconds and then
patted her on her head as she got into the car. Dwight was a bit flustered
and didn't really know what to say.  As they drove, Amy grabbed some
Kleenex and wiped her eyes.  Finally, she said, "I think I'm okay now. 
Thank you for understanding.  The food smells good, and the fish will be
even better after it's warmed up.  I'm famished." At the apartment, Amy was
surprised to see the dining table nicely set for two with a tablecloth and
candles.  She hugged him and said, "Looks wonderful.  I'll light the
candles and then watch you cook." He laughed and said, "You mean watch me
punch the buttons on the microwave?" Amy smiled and nodded. He said, "Well,
give me a minute.  I'll be right back." Amy hugged herself as she looked at
the nicely set table and smelled the food again.  A moment later, Dwight
re-appeared wearing only a tight pair of Jockey shorts.  Amy's eyes bulged
as she looked at his handsome body and most especially at the huge hard-on
in his shorts.  She gasped, "What?  Wow.  Why . . .?" But Dwight
interrupted, "Remember the other night I said we had a dress code for Chez
Dwight?  Well, I decided that the dress code for tonight would be that we
each have exactly the same amount of clothes on - your pink panties and my
white shorts." She giggled and scooted over and gave him a big hug with her
nipples pressed tightly into his chest.  She felt his hard cock pressed
against her pussy through two thin layers of fabric. Then, he said,
"Actually, it's going to be slightly uneven, because you're going to have
to wear these to dinner, also." And he held out her pearl necklace.  "Here,
let me put them on you." And he reached behind her head, lifted her pretty
long hair, and hooked the necklace clasp.  He stood back and looked at the
gorgeous young lady with her pink panties and her pearl necklace hanging
just above her pretty boobs. "And just to let you know", he said as he
picked up a box from the nearby end table, "I bought this today." She
showed her a box of 12 Trojan condoms.  "So, we should be well supplied for
tonight." Amy giggled and with a twinkle in her eye, she said, "Wait".  And
she turned around and bent over to open her backpack intentionally wiggling
her pink-pantied-covered butt at him, and she pulled out an identical box
of Trojans and tossed it to him.  She said, "And now we're doubly well
supplied for tonight." They burst out laughing and hugged again. She
whispered, "I can hardly wait to use these, but I am starving.  Let's eat
first and then have some fun." He whispered back with a reluctant tone,
"Okay, we'll eat first.  I'll get you the matches for the candles and the
corkscrew to open the wine.  And I'll get the food ready." And they each
set off quietly to do their appointed tasks, but they caught each other
stealing glances at the other's nearly naked body.  They were both smiling
broadly as they sat down to dinner.  They clinked their glasses of
California chardonnay wine and enjoyed the meal. After the dinner, they
cleaned up the table, and after Amy put the last dish in the sink, she came
up behind Dwight at the kitchen counter and slowly pulled his Jockey shorts
down his legs exposing his tight butt.  She kneeled and slid the shorts all
the way to the floor, and then putting her hands on his hips, she slowly
turned him around so that his raging erection was right in her face.  She
fondled his balls, kissed the tip of his cock, and said, "Time to open one
of those boxes." He tore open one of the condom boxes and fumbled around
for a moment trying to open one of the condom packets.  She took the packet
from him and deftly tore it open.  She held the condom in her hand as she
guided him into the bedroom, and then she slid it over his hard cock. 
Then, she lay down on the bed and let him slide off her panties.  She
looked between her breasts at him as he slowly parted her pussy lips with
his fingers, and she moaned as he kissed her swollen clit.  She whispered,
"Now!" Afterwards, they snuggled together for a while, but Amy made certain
that the sheets never covered them.  And she smiled as she fingered her
pearl necklace. Finally, Dwight said, "You know, Amy, we each have a final
exam tomorrow, and we should study for them." Amy sighed and said, "Yeah,
you're right.  It's almost 8 o'clock.  So, we can get in a few hours of
study.  Oh, what's the deal with your roommates?  When will they be back
from their ballgame?" Dwight smiled and said, "Well, I told them to make
other plans for tonight.  They'll probably sleep on the floor of one of
their teammates apartments.  So, we've got the place to ourselves tonight.
We don't have to worry about closing doors or pulling up the bedcovers."
She said, "Oh, good.  Does that mean I can stay all night?" He kissed her
on the nose and said, "Absolutely." Amy got up from the bed and said, "I'm
going to use the bathroom, and then I think we should both get dressed so
that we can concentrate on our studies.  Well, in my case, dressed means
pulling on my panties, but I think you should get completely dressed so I
don't get too distracted looking at your lovely body." He smiled at her and
said, "Rats.  But I guess you're right." After she cleaned up in the
bathroom, she slid on her panties and came back to the living room.  Dwight
was on the sofa, and he said, "I'll study my World History stuff over here,
and I'll let you have the dining table.  Okay?" She bent over and kissed
him.  She said, "Yep, that's fine.  So, Formal Logic, here I come." They
spent the next several hours engrossed in their individual studies,
although Dwight did sneak several peeks at Amy's nearly naked form; he
smiled as he thought how lucky he was. A little after midnight, he came
over and massaged her shoulders and neck.  She immediately felt her nipples
tighten as he picked up a condom packet and whispered in her ear, "How
about a little breast massage and then we get some sleep?" She stretched
her arms out to her sides and let his hands slip down to her nipples.  She
said, "Sounds wonderful to me.  But what do you get out of it?" He just
waggled the condom packet in her face and smiled. She stood up and allowed
him to carry her into the bedroom.  He sat her down on the edge of the bed,
and she said, "Can I unwrap the package again?" He just nodded and let her
slowly remove all of his clothes.  He was hard again as she slid on the
condom, and then she allowed him to slip off her panties.  And then he
began the breast massage, first on the left, then the right, and finally a
hand on each of her boobs at the same time.  A couple of minutes later, he
spread her legs, kissed her pussy, and then slipped into her.  And a short
while later, the bed shook violently as she came wildly. After cuddling for
the next twenty minutes, she untangled herself from his embrace and made
her way to the bathroom.  When she returned, she took off her pearls and
looked longingly at his naked body, but she said, "I need to be at the art
class at 8 AM.  Can you give me a ride?" He just nodded.  "Good.  So, if we
set alarm clocks for 6:30, does that sound like enough time?" He gave her a
puzzled look and said, "Yeah, 6:30 is fine, but you said 'clocks' plural.
Isn't one enough?" She shook her head and told him about the power failure
on Sunday night and how she had been late for art class. Dwight asked, "I
assume they considered that to be a violation of your rules?  Did they
punish you for that?" Amy replied, "Yep, it was a bad violation, and they
let me have it pretty good." And she told him about the extra punishment
that Knoxx had imposed at the Monday afternoon meeting and the long list of
supposed violations.  And she concluded with, "And so, I've decided to use
my cell phone as a backup alarm clock these next several nights." And she
got her cell phone out of her backpack and set the alarm; Dwight set the
alarm on the bedside clock as well. The naked couple tumbled onto the bed
again, and he reached over to turn off the light.  She felt him pull the
sheet up over them, and she said somewhat sternly, "No, I can't do that. 
You go ahead and get under the sheet, if you want.  And be sure that the
door is left open." He tossed the sheet on the floor and said, "Oh, Amy,
I'm sorry, I forgot.  But I won't snitch on you to Knoxx; you wouldn't have
to worry about that." She kissed his nose and said, "I know you wouldn't,
and I trust you.  But it's better if I'm absolutely, completely clean about
following those rules.  Now, let's see if we can get some sleep." They
kissed again and drifted off to sleep. About 6 AM, Amy opened her eyes and
saw Dwight smiling at her.  He said, "Good morning, beautiful." She yawned,
stretched, and smiled back at him.  "Hey, handsome.  How did you sleep?"
"Just fine", he said as he ran a finger down her side from armpit to little
toe.  As she squirmed at his touch, he said, "How about a quickie?" She
glanced down at his already erect cock and replied with a twinkle in her
eye, "You just can't get enough, can you?  Okay, but this time I'm on top."
A while later as they were snuggling, the alarm clock went off followed
several seconds later by the cell phone alarm.  They both sighed and sat up
on the edge of the bed still holding hands.  Then she reached down and
pulled the used condom off of his soft penis and tossed it in the trash. 
She said, "I'm going to take a shower.  Want to join me?" They spent the
next 15 minutes lathering up and washing each other's bodies.  Amy was
getting turned on again, but she said quietly, "Oh, I'd love to do it
again, but we don't have a lot of time." They dried off each other and
returned to the bedroom.  Amy quickly slid on her pink panties and said,
"Okay, I'm dressed.  Since you're the slowpoke, I guess I'll have to figure
out what you've got for breakfast." And she walked out to the kitchen. As
she was setting the table, the front door opened and Kevin and Mark walked
in.  The mostly naked girl froze for a moment, but she smiled at them and
said, "Good morning, guys." She knew Mark very well since he was Linda's
beau, and they hugged.  But she hardly knew Kevin at all, and as they shook
hands, she could feel him looking her over.  She said, "Do you want to join
us for breakfast?  Dwight should be out in a moment.  Ah, here he is now."
As Dwight walked into the kitchen, Mark said, "Sure.  I'll fix the coffee."
And they all spent a few minutes chatting and selecting breakfast cereals.
Then they sat down at the table and as they ate breakfast, Amy suddenly
felt out of place - she was almost naked in the apartment of the three
fully dressed guys around her; they weren't exactly strangers, but she
really wished that she were wearing clothes or that Linda were here or
something, because she just felt a bit awkward. After she finished, she got
up and said to Dwight, "I'm going to use the bathroom, and then I think
we'd better go.  Okay?" Dwight just nodded, but he was a little bit
surprised when he heard Amy in the bathroom with the door still open.  He
said nothing, but there were a few uncomfortable glances between the guys
at the table. Amy grabbed her necklace and stuffed it in her backpack along
with all of her books and notes.  She came back to the table and put her
hand on Dwight's shoulder.  He looked up at her and said, "You look like
you're ready to go.  So, guys, I'm off.  See you at lunch time.  Wish me
luck on my test." Then, Amy and Dwight walked out to his car.



   Underpants Amy - Days 16 & 17

   May 16, Wednesday

   Chapter 55 - Massive Massaro

   There was more than the usual morning commute traffic, and Dwight pulled
up in front of Wakefield Hall about 7:57.  Amy thought, "Oh boy, did we cut
that close.  But we made it." She reached over, patted his cheek, gave him
a quick kiss, and said, "Oh that was a wonderful night.  Thank you, thank
you, thank you." He stroked a finger down behind her left ear, and then
tenderly squeezed her left breast.  And he replied, "Yeah, it was great. 
We're good together, aren't we?" She smiled and nodded.  He continued, "You
better get in there.  See you soon." Amy hopped out of the car, waved at
him, and scooted up the steps into the building and into the classroom. 
She saw Whiteside up on the platform talking to a man.  She did a double
take.  He was a naked man.  A very gorgeous naked man.  A very gorgeous
naked man with a throbbing, long hard-on! Amy quickly slipped off her
panties and hung them on the hook and dashed up to the stage.  Whiteside
glared at her and said, "You're late, and that's a violation of your rules.
I'm going to report that to the Dr.  Knoxx." Amy glanced at the clock to
confirm that it was not yet 8AM, and she pointed to the clock and said,
"Ummm, Dr.  Whiteside, it's still a minute before 8, and so, I don't think
I'm late." Whiteside looked up at the clock and she saw it click over to
8:00 and the bell rang.  She apologized, "I'm sorry, Amy, you're right.  I
guess I was distracted by this hunk here.  You probably already know him,
but just in case, Amy, this is Craig Massaro." The naked girl shook hands
with the naked man.  Whiteside went on, "Mr.  Massaro is one of the
students in the 9 o'clock drawing class, and so you've seen him, but not
like this.  Oooh, la la!" She went on, "He came to me last week and asked
if there was any extra credit project that he could do to get his grades up
in the class.  And we decided that he would join you in posing for the 8
o'clock and 9 o'clock classes.  As you can see Amy, he's very turned on
right now, and I'd like his cock to remain hard like this for as long as
possible this morning.  And so part of your job today is to keep him erect.
Do whatever you have to keep him stimulated.  Touching is okay, but please
no actual sex." Amy blushed as she looked down at his massive member; she
guessed it was 9 inches long.  It was the largest penis that she had ever
seen.  Amy had led a somewhat sheltered sex life until a few weeks ago, and
she hadn't seen that many cocks, but she knew that this guy was much larger
than normal.  And he had a wonderfully conditioned body, and a good looking
face.  She thought that he was probably a light-skinned African American,
and he had a close cut hair style with a stubble beard about the same
length as his short hair.  She thought to herself, "Whiteside used the
right word.  This guy is a hunk." Amy noticed that the front row easels
were taken up entirely with women this morning.  Usually, there were mostly
men in the front row to get a close up look at Amy's very naked body, but
today it was the female crowd who wanted to see Craig in his aroused naked
glory.  Mostly they were college coeds, but there were two middle-aged
women and one grandmotherly type who was staring wide-eyed with a big smile
on her face. Whiteside started the class session by saying, "Good morning,
everyone.  As you can see, we have a special treat for you today.  Craig
Massaro has volunteered to show us the male point of view, so to speak.  Of
course, naked Amy is still here, but we've seen all of her charms before.
And I think you know what I want you to focus on today." And she lightly
lifted his erect cock with her left hand.  "Please draw quickly, because we
don't know how long he can keep this up." She smiled at Craig as she said
this, and there was a ripple of laughter throughout the students, even Amy
chuckled. Whiteside continued, "Okay, Craig, I want you to stand here,
facing the class, naturally; hands on hips feet slightly spread.  Yes,
that's it.  And Amy, I want you on one knee in front, looking up and
pointing at his cock.  No, other knee so that your pussy is more visible;
yes, that's better.  Now, we'll do that for 10 minutes.  Go!" Amy stared in
amazement at the erect penis just a few inches from her face.  This was a
rare opportunity for her to see an aroused male up close.  She thought how
much more interesting the male genitals look than the female's.  A penis
and scrotum had a lot more character than the female slit.  She smiled as
she thought to herself, "I guess I'm just a normal heterosexual woman.  I'd
much rather look at this than my own pussy." Even though Craig was standing
perfectly still, his cock twitched up and down slightly.  And Amy noticed a
drop of semen forming at the tip of the circumcised member; he was really
turned on!  She glanced up at his face just as he glanced down at hers, and
she saw him blush a deep, deep red.  She smiled briefly at him, and then
returned to her assigned pose. Eventually, Whiteside came back up on the
platform and said, "Okay, you two nudes, you can rest for a moment." Amy
stood up and stretched, and Craig relaxed a bit.  Whiteside continued,
"Okay, ladies, you are probably wondering how long it actually is, and for
our next pose, we're going to find out." And she pulled out a cloth tape
measure and handed it to Amy.  Whiteside went on, "Craig, I want you to
face to the side so that the class has a nice profile view of your body,
and Amy, I want you to kneel like before and use the tape measure to
measure his erect penis.  And then hold that pose with the tape measure
visible on his dick.  You can tell the class what the measurement is. 
Okay?" Both Amy and Craig blushed as they followed the instructions.  Amy
pushed his pubic hair aside and put the end of the tape measure at the base
of his cock and then extended the tape out to the tip.  And she adjusted
her legs so that her pussy was clearly visible to the class as before.  She
looked at the marks on the tape, and said loudly, "Nine and a quarter
inches." There was a collective gasp from the female students.  Amy held
the tape with one finger at the base of his cock and her other hand holding
the tape at the tip of the cock.  Whiteside came up to make adjustments
including letting the rest of the tape measure dangle to the floor and
twisting the tape just a bit so that it was clearly visible along the
length of the cock.  She said to the class, "Go ahead and sketch, but focus
on Amy, the tape measure, and the penis.  You've got 15 minutes for this
sketch." Amy's fingers were getting wet where she was holding the tape near
the peehole.  She wondered if he was going to ejaculate into her hand. And
her hands weren't the only thing getting wet.  Her own juices were seeping
from her pussy, and she felt the liquid trickle down her leg.  And her
nipples were rock hard, too.  She realized that she was also very aroused.
But she dutifully held her pose til Whiteside came back up on the stage and
told them to relax.  She handed each of them a few tissues to clean
themselves up.  Craig turned away from the class as he wiped the dripping
pre-cum from his cock.  But Amy knew that she must not hide herself by
turning, and she wiped her pussy, legs, and fingers as the class watched.
The two nudes then walked over to the edge of the platform and dropped the
damp tissues into the trash can. Craig and Amy came back to the middle of
the platform as Whiteside was describing the next pose.  "Remember last
week we had Eva and Amy standing shoulder to shoulder pointing at the
other's genitals?  Oh sorry, Craig, we did that at the 8 o'clock class and
you're in the 9 o'clock class.  So, I'll describe it again.  I want both of
you to stand facing the class with your shoulders, arms, and legs touching
on one side.  It's going to be a little different this time, because Craig
is significantly taller than Amy.  But we'll make it work." Amy and Craig
moved into position.  "And now I'll put one of these foot high cubes about
a foot and a half off to the sides, and I want both you to raise that foot
and put it on the cube so that your genitals are in clear view; I want to
see Amy's pussy slightly open and Craig's balls hanging between his legs."
Again, the two nudes blushed as they raised and spread their legs.  "And
now, I want Amy to reach over with her right hand and put it in a pointing
position kind of above his pubic hair, and Craig with your left hand just
above her pussy.  And then your outside hands on your butt cheeks.  I'm not
describing that very well, but Amy, you know what I want; so, you take the
lead and show him how to do it." Amy took Craig's hand and put it right
above her pussy, and she reached over and pointed to his cock.  Whiteside
came up to make appropriate adjustments; she spread their feet a bit wider,
lowered Craig's arm so it didn't cover Amy's breast, lifted their chins and
told them to smile, and finally shifted his balls slightly so they were a
bit more prominent.  He squirmed a bit, and Whiteside lightly spanked him
and said, "Please stay still." Then, she addressed the class saying, "Okay.
Get sketching.  This is the last pose of the day; so, you should have
plenty of time to capture it in your pictures." The two nudes held this
pose for the last 20 minutes of class.  Amy was surprised that Craig could
keep his cock erect for so long, but she suspected the he was just as
turned on as she was.  Finally, Whiteside came up on the stage and said,
"Okay, Amy.  Okay, Craig, you can relax now.  And, class, that's all for
today.  Let's give our models a nine and a quarter second round of
applause." Everyone laughed and then clapped as Whiteside looked at the
second hand on the clock. Amy and Craig sat down on the edge of the stage.
Whiteside handed each of them a bottle of water and said, "Do either of you
need to use the bathroom?" They both shook their heads, and Whiteside
walked away. Amy looked down at the monster cock sticking up from his lap
and whispered, "Are you sure you don't need to pee?" "No, I can't pee when
I'm this hard", he replied. She said, "I'm really surprised you've kept it
up for so long.  Viagra?" He nodded and said, "Actually, a double dose of
Cialis, but same difference; I borrowed it from a friend.  But this whole
thing is erotic to me in a strange sort of way.  I've never been so
embarrassed in my entire life, but I've never been this turned on either.
I'm surprised how I reacted." She smiled and said, "Well, you could put a
robe on or wrap a towel around your waist for these few minutes.  I'm not
permitted to do that, but you could, and I wouldn't mind." "No, actually,
Dr.  Whiteside asked me not to.  Part of my agreement with her is for me to
be naked for this period between classes", he said. Amy asked, "If you
don't mind me asking, why did you agree to do this?" "No, that's okay.", he
said, "I'm not a very good sketcher, and my grades on the previous sketches
haven't been very good.  D's and C's.  I'm majoring in architecture, and
this is a required class.  I like the mechanical drawing, but I've found
I'm not very good at freehand drawing.  And I think I need at least a C in
this class to keep my scholarship.  So, I asked Dr.  Whiteside what kind of
extra credit work I could do to help my grade.  And this is what she
suggested." She said, "You've never done anything like this before?  Nude
beach?  Dirty pictures?  Streaking?" She cringed as she said "streaking",
because that's what had landed her into this mess. He just shook his head,
looked down at his penis, and said, "Actually, I seem to be fading a little
bit now, and I've got another hour to go." Amy blushed and said, "Do you
need me to do anything?" He also blushed and said, "Yeah, why don't you
help me get it hard again?  Maybe we should go into the back room and you
can . . .  Well, you know." Amy shook her head and said, "I'm not permitted
to hide myself in any manner, and so I'm afraid we have to do it here." And
he stood up on the stage, and she clambered to her knees in front of him.
Tentatively, she reached up and took his flagging cock in her hand.  She
glanced up at him as she started to slowly stroke his member, and it
stiffened up immediately.  With her other hand, she started to lightly
massage his scrotum, feeling his balls shift around in the sack.  She did
this for a couple of minutes as the departing and entering students stopped
to watch them.  Both of them were beet red as they put on this little
erotic show. Whiteside beamed as she came up on stage and said, "Well done,
Amy.  You seem to have the right touch.  But before the next class gets
settled, please go back to the props area and bring up the brown suitcase
that's back there." The nude girl got to her feet, looked down at the hard
cock for a moment, and then scampered down the aisle.  She lifted the brown
suitcase, and she was surprised how heavy it was.  There were no wheels on
the suitcase, and she had to use both hands to lift it and carry it back to
the stage.  Whiteside told her to just put it in the back corner of the
stage. Amy came back to the front of the platform and looked at Craig's
cock again.  It had already started to soften up a little bit, and she
whispered, "Do you want me to, umm, work on it some more?" He blushed and
said, "Yeah, I could probably use some help again, but maybe we could
reverse roles and let me touch you instead.  Would it be okay with you,
Amy, if I massaged your breasts?  That would probably get me hard again."
She blushed and hesitated.  But she realized that she could not say "no",
and she just nodded. She turned to face him, and he reached out and gently
lifted her right breast and squeezed it tenderly.  And then he lightly
twisted the nipple and stroked his finger around her small, dark areola. 
She breathed hard as he paused, and then she nodded as he pointed to her
left breast.  He repeated the squeezes and twists on her left boob, and
then did both at the same time.  She closed her eyes.  And then she felt
her pussy starting to trickle as he continued the pleasing massage of her
mammaries. All the while, the incoming students gazed in amazement at this
erotic sight.  But the exercise was working, because his cock was rock,
solid again. Whiteside came back up on stage and said to them, "Okay, you
two, it's time for the class to start." Amy's breasts continued to rise and
fall as she breathed deeply as Craig stopped the massage. The instructor
addressed the students, "Good morning, class.  As you see, you are in for a
special treat this morning.  You all know Craig Massaro as one of your
classmates, but I would guess that you've never seen him like this before.
And he has agreed to pose with Amy this morning." She continued to address
the class, "Now, you gentlemen in the class have had the enjoyment of
seeing Amy's charms the last few weeks, but today it's our turn, ladies. 
And you ladies are probably wondering how long it really is.  Well, we
measured it earlier, and it was nine and one quarter inches.  But just to
be sure, here's a tape measure, and why don't one of you come up and
measure it again for us?" And she pointed to a wide-eyed girl in the front
row.  "Susie, right?  Why don't you come up?" Susie Cranford eagerly
climbed up onto the stage, and Whiteside handed her the tape measure.  The
girl repeated what Amy had done an hour earlier; she pushed aside the pubic
hair above his cock and shoved the end of the tape to the base of the
penis. Then, she carefully extended the tape along the top of his cock to
the tip and looked at the reading.  She turned to Whiteside and said, "Yep,
nine and a quarter!" She returned to her easel and wiped her now damp hand
on a cloth.  She giggled as she looked at her two female friends at the
easels on either side of hers. Whiteside said, "Okay, let's get started. 
For today's first pose, I want wide-open enthusiasm.  Amy, come here to the
center of the stage and turn sideways so that the class sees your
curvaceous profile, and then spread your legs wide, raise your arms above
your head, and spread them wide also.  Okay, so far so good.  Now, Craig,
come in front of Amy, fairly close, and do the same thing.  That's good. 
Now, both of you lean back.  Craig, scoot in a couple of inches so that
your hard cock almost touches her tummy.  Ummm, I'd like it to be closer to
her pussy, maybe right at the level of her pubic hair.  Amy, close your
legs just a bit.  Yeah, that's it; that raises your pussy.  And Craig, open
your legs so your cock is just a bit lower.  Good, it's pointing right at
her pubic strip; that's what I want.  Now, both of you, turn your heads
slightly towards the class and smile.  TrÃ"s bon!  Hold that for the next
15 minutes so that the class can sketch it." Amy glanced across at her good
looking pose partner a few times and down at the long cock near her pussy.
She noticed semen dripping from his hard penis, and then she felt her own
pussy juice running down her leg. Amy's arms were getting tired as the
minutes ticked by, but she and Craig held the pose for 15 minutes until
Whiteside returned to the platform.  As she gave each of them a handful of
tissues, she said "Okay, that was good.  Relax for a moment, and then we'll
set up for the next pose." As Amy and Craig cleaned off their genitals and
legs, Whiteside opened the suitcase and extracted two collars and some
chains.  Amy gasped when she glanced over at the instructor; she nudged
Craig who hadn't been paying attention to what Whiteside was doing.  Craig
also gasped audibly. Whiteside said, "Okay, the next pose is kind of the
opposite of the previous open-enthusiasm pose.  This is going to be a chain
gang kind of thing.  Amy, Craig, please put on these collars, leg cuffs,
and hand cuffs.  Oh, before you do that, let me make sure the key is in
here.  I sure wouldn't want to really lock you guys up; it's just
make-believe, you know.  Ah, here's the key.  Okay, put on the collars and
the leg cuffs.  Help each other, if you need to." The two nudes sighed and
followed the instructions.  Amy snapped the collar around her own neck, and
then showed Craig how it worked and he clicked his collar shut.  The leg
cuffs were connected with a foot-long hobble chain; as each of them kneeled
down to put on the cuffs, the class was presented with the enticing rear
view of Amy's pussy and Craig's dangling balls. Whiteside then gave Amy one
of the set of hand cuffs and said, "Craig, put your hands behind your back,
and Amy, please click on his hand cuffs." Amy clicked the metal cuffs in
place on the naked man's wrists, and then she took the other cuffs from
Whiteside and clicked the ring on her left wrist.  Whiteside then guided
both of the naked girl's hands behind her back and clicked the other ring
in place.  The instructor next took a two-foot length of chain and hooked
it to the front of Amy's collar and the rear of Craig's collar, and she
attached a three-foot leash to the front of Craig's collar.  Whiteside then
said, "Okay, ladies in the front row, each of you come up for a couple of
minutes and hold the leash as if guiding these two naked prisoners.  Oh, I
almost forgot." And she reached into the suitcase and brought out two ball
gags, which she put in the mouths of the two naked "prisoners".  As the
first girl from the front row came up on to the stage and took the leash,
Whiteside made some final adjustments to spread their legs slightly and
then she stepped back to take in the sight.  She saw the pussy juices
starting to trickle out of Amy's pussy and the semen drops forming on
Craig's hard cock.  "Okay, class, go to it.  I'll give you 15 minutes to
sketch this interesting pose." Amy stood her ground with her manacled legs
just slightly apart so that her pussy was slightly open to the view of the
class.  She felt the juice running down her leg and her nipples hardened.
Also, she felt the saliva creeping out the side of the gag and then
drooling down her chin and dripping to the floor.  She glanced down several
times to look at Craig's hard butt cheeks, and this even aroused her some
more, if that were really possible. Craig squirmed a bit, but he settled
down after Whiteside warned him to keep still.  But he couldn't keep his
throbbing penis from twitching, and there was nothing he could do about the
pre-cum seeping from his cock and forming a long drip that didn't quite
reach the floor.  And he had to really control himself when the third front
row girl gently stroked his cock before getting in position with the leash.
And he sighed as the fourth, fifth, and sixth front row females also
stroked his organ. Finally, the fifteen minutes were up, and Whiteside
unlocked Amy's hands and said, "Okay, naked lady prisoner, you will unlock
the other cuffs and put everything back in the suitcase.  Just put the case
at the back of the stage again." And Amy used the key to unlock everything
and then she put the cuffs, chains, collars, and gags back in the suitcase.
Both she and Craig stretched, flexed, and cleaned their genitals as
Whiteside started describing the next pose. Whiteside said, "Very good. 
Now, for the final pose, Amy, I want you to stand over here and turn just
slightly as you face the class; legs slightly apart with your left leg
unbent, straight vertical and your right somewhat out." Amy did as she was
told, and Whiteside went on, "Good.  Now, Craig, I want you on one knee
right here at Amy's right foot." The naked guy put his left knee on the
floor and his right foot slightly in front, but Whiteside said, "Oh no, my
boy, not like that.  The other knee, s'il vous plait.  Your magnificent
member must be showing.  Right knee and left foot on the floor." And she
positioned him appropriately.  "Now, extend your left hand and point it up
at Amy's crotch.  No, turn your arm over and bend it a bit at the elbow. 
And now point up at her pussy." And she adjusted his arm so that Craig's
up-turned index finger was a few inches from Amy's vagina.  "Okay, now
stick your finger into her just up to the first knuckle." Both of the nude
models were aghast, but Craig stuck his finger part way into Amy's pussy.
The effect was immediate; Craig's cock hardened and started twitching up
and down, and Amy's juices started flowing again.  Whiteside continued,
"Okay, I'll make a few minor adjustments, but that's good.  Hold that for
the final 15 minutes and let the class sketch it." The deep red blush
extended down to the chest of each of the naked models.  Amy closed her
eyes, but she was admonished by Whiteside to keep them open.  A new drop of
semen dripped from Craig's twitching cock.  Amy felt pussy juice running
down her leg, and she knew that it was also running onto Craig's finger and
hand. They held that pose for 15 minutes until Whiteside returned to the
platform.  As she gave each of them some more tissues, she said "Okay, that
was good.  Good job today, you two." And then Whiteside gave the same "nine
and a quarter second applause" speech that got the same giggles as from the
class - especially the females. Amy was in a rush to leave and just dropped
the tissues unused into the trash can.  Then, she went over to Craig, shook
his hand, and said, "Good luck.  I hope you get the grade that you want; I
think you deserve an A.  Bye." And she lugged the suitcase back to its spot
in the props area, slipped on her pink panties, grabbed her backpack, and
quickly left before Whiteside could invent some reason to keep her here
naked. As she walked down the front steps of Wakefield Hall, she realized
that her panties were getting wetter and wetter.  She knew then that she
should have cleaned off her pussy with the tissues before putting on her
panties.  But she was still very turned on from the last pose, and she
wondered if wiping herself would have made much difference.  As she walked
back to the dorm, she heard several catcalls about her damp panties and
hard nipples.  All she could do was to blush.

   Chapter 56 - Meeting with the Frat Boys

   Amy was actually relieved that Linda wasn't in the dorm room when she
returned, because she knew that her good friend would want to hear about
her date with Dwight and about her posing with Craig.  And she really
wanted to get herself cleaned up as soon as she could.  She slipped off her
damp panties and rushed down the hall to the showers.  Even after taking a
quick shower, she was still somewhat aroused, but she hoped that she had at
least minimized the scent of her arousal.  Back in her room, she looked at
her wet panties.  She sighed because she knew that she was not permitted to
put on a clean pair.  This left her two unattractive alternatives; she
could either go down to the laundry room in the basement to wash and dry
the panties, or she could use a hair dryer to dry them in the room.  Since
the laundry room was shared by all the dorm residents (both male and
female), it was usually a pretty busy place, and the rules required that
the users sit there while their clothes were washing and drying.  And so,
she would have to sit there completely naked for an hour or so waiting for
her single pair of panties to be cleaned.  Consequently, she chose the
second option of using a hair dryer even though she knew this would leave
the stains clearly visible for the rest of the day. It took Amy about ten
minutes to get the panties almost dry using her hair dryer, and then she
slipped them back on.  She looked at herself in the mirror, and sure
enough, the stains from her pussy juice were still clearly visible at her
crotch.  She just shook her head and then sat down at her desk.  She looked
at the clock and at the printed copy of her schedule that Knoxx had emailed
her.  It was 10:30 in the morning, and her next punishment activity wasn't
until 5 in the afternoon.  So, she had several hours to concentrate on her
schoolwork rather than her sex organs.  Of course, her boobs would be on
display during lunch and during her Formal Logic exam, but at least she
could focus her attention on her education til the 5 o'clock meeting. Linda
came back about 11:30, and the two of them went to lunch at the dining
hall. As they ate at a table in the corner, Amy blushed as she told her
best friend about the wonderful time with Dwight and the embarrassing time
and the nine-and-a-quarter inch cock at the art class. * * * Amy walked
into Knoxx's office at 5 o'clock feeling pretty good.  She felt that she
had done fairly well on the Logic final exam after having had almost 2
hours right before it to review her notes.  And after the exam, she had
started to study for the Modern Journalism exam the next morning, and she
was feeling that she was well-prepared for that exam as well. In Knoxx's
waiting room, she went through her ritual with the secretary - showing Mrs.
Duckworth the mark on her panties and then hanging them on the penis hook.
She looked around the room and noticed Vince Garoni sitting quietly in one
of the easy chairs; he was cleaning the lens on his camera and as he looked
up, she smiled at him and said, "Good afternoon, Mr.  Garoni." Then the
naked girl went over and stood near the office door and waited.  After only
a minute or so, the door opened, and Knoxx waved her into his office. Amy
was surprised to find the room crowded with people again.  And this time
they were all males; she was the only female and she was completely naked.
She just took her position in the usual spot as Knoxx sat back down behind
his desk.  As Knoxx was getting settled, she looked around the room.  There
were the usual 4 committee members sitting in chairs behind Knoxx, and then
there were 6 other men who were probably students.  Three of them were
seating to her left in folding chairs somewhat in front of the white board,
and the other three were squeezed onto the small couch right behind her. 
Her bare butt was only inches from these three guys. Amy recognized two of
these guys on the couch; Don Seligman and Steve Larson had each been in one
of her classes, and she knew they were seniors.  She wasn't sure about the
others, but the three in the folding chairs looked very young, probably
freshmen. Knoxx started the meeting with, "Good afternoon, everyone.  Thank
you for coming." He looked at the 6 male students and said, "Gentlemen, you
all probably know about Amy Suzuki, but just in case, let me summarize why
all of you are here.  Miss Suzuki was apprehended while streaking a couple
of weeks ago, and she is being punished for that offense.  Her punishment
is to remain mostly unclothed until graduation day.  Usually, she is
allowed to wear only panties during her daily activities, but part of her
punishment is to appear here in the nude every day for this afternoon
meeting.  Another part of her punishment will be to auction off the pairs
of panties that she has been wearing these last two weeks, and your
fraternity will be helping us with that auction." He turned to Amy and
continued, "Miss Suzuki, of course, you know the committee members behind
me, and these other gentlemen are from Gamma Gamma Theta, and one of the
things on today's agenda will be to discuss the panty auction which you
will do with them on Saturday night at their fraternity house.  Mr. 
Seligman is the fraternity president, but I'm sorry I don't know all of the
names of the other students here.  I'll let them introduce themselves.  Mr.
Seligman?" Amy turned around as Seligman got up from the couch; he said,
"Hello, Amy, we've met before, Don Seligman." And he shook her hand. Next,
Steve Larson stood up and said something very similar and shook her hand.
Then, the third guy, Mitch Larson, Steve's brother, got up and shook her
hand.  The naked girl then turned to her left as Jamal Brown, Ned
Zacharias, and Phillip Brockington stood up together and introduced
themselves separately to her. "Okay, good", Knoxx said.  "Now, why don't we
go ahead and discuss the panty auction so these young men can be on their
way?  I'm sure they have other things such as dinner and studying that they
want to be doing." Actually, the 6 guys were relishing the chance to
observe this gorgeous naked girl up close; they would have willingly sat
through the entire meeting to feast their eyes on Amy's pretty naked
charms. Knoxx went on, "Miss Suzuki, before you arrived, I outlined the
rules that will be observed when you are at their house, but I'll briefly
repeat them now for your benefit.  For you, the rules are your usual
routine.  That is, no hiding, full cooperation, nice appearance, etc.  And
for them, I told them that touching is permitted, but not in a sexual
manner.  However, exposure and embarrassment are okay; in fact, I've told
them that exposing you and embarrassing you are encouraged as part of your
punishment.  Understand?" Amy blushed, but she just nodded.  And Knoxx
continued, "Okay, guys, I don't think we need to hear all of the details
right now, but why don't you give us a brief overview of your plans?  Mr.
Seligman?" Seligman got to his feet behind Amy, and as he was gaining his
balance, he briefly brushed Amy's right butt cheek.  He said off-handedly,
"Oh, sorry about that, Amy." Amy shifted to her left to let him have room
to stand next to her.  He motioned to the middle of the 3 guys in the
chairs and said to Knoxx, "Actually, sir, we've assigned Ned Zacharias to
head this little auction committee, and I'll let him go over it quickly. 
Ned?" Seligman sat back down on the couch, and Amy could feel his breath on
her butt as she stood almost in front of him.  Zacharias stood up with his
notes and said, "Gentlemen and Amy, here's what we've laid out so far.  The
auction will be in our rec room at 7 PM on Saturday night.  We'll have
seating for about a hundred people." He motioned to Brockington and went
on, "Phil Brockington will serve as auctioneer.  We estimate that each pair
of Amy's panties will fetch about $25.  We'll have a photographer who will
take photos of each winner with Amy; they will be holding the panties up in
some fashion.  The money will be donated to the university foundation.  We
want Amy to come over on Friday night to help us set things up and work out
any details.  Okay, Amy?" The naked girl smiled wanly at him and nodded. He
went on, "Oh, there will also be a $5 admission charge for each person. 
We've already posted a notice on the university web site about it, but we'd
also like to have Amy post some advertisements for us on the university
bulletin boards.  We've been told that her schedule is pretty full for the
next few days, and so we'd like to have her do that on Friday evening as
part of the auction preparation.  Okay, Amy?" Amy closed her eyes and
breathed heavily, but then she quietly said, "Yes, that's fine." But she
knew this would be awkward to do at night. Zacharias continued, "Well,
that's the general idea." He looked at Knoxx and the committee members and
added, "Of course, all of you are invited to attend and to bid on her
panties.  Any questions?" Knoxx replied, "Not a question but an addition.
We know that Miss Suzuki will be present at the auction, but we don't want
her to just be a pretty body standing there mutely.  We want her to at
least make a little speech at the beginning of the auction." He looked at
Amy and continued, "We want you to use this auction as a place to make a
public statement about your misbehavior and apologize for it." He looked at
her as she hesitated for just a moment.  After a moment, the embarrassed
girl just said, "Yes, sir." Knoxx then looked at the committee and asked,
"Any further questions, gentlemen?" The four committee members all just
shook their heads. But in a soft voice, Amy said, "If you don't mind, I
have a question.  It's been suggested that we print the photos on the same
page of each as the one-sheets that I was instructed to write about the
panties for each day.  That means we need a computer and color printer to
print the pages while the auction is going on.  Do you have someone with
sufficient computer skills to do that?" The room was silent for a moment as
Amy looked at Zacharias waiting for an answer.  Then, she felt a slight tap
on her bare hip and Seligman said, "Amy, I think we've got just the man for
that right here.  Mitch Larson is a computer whiz." Amy turned around and
looked at Larson, who said, "What did you have in mind, Amy?" She looked
back at Knoxx and asked, "Is it okay if I sketch out my idea on a piece of
paper for him?" Knoxx shrugged and said, "Sure, but quickly, please" as he
handed her a pad of paper and a pencil. She bent over his desk and started
drawing lines and boxes on the sheet of paper.  They all admired her
dangling breasts and her bare butt as she leaned over.  It took her less
than a minute to sketch the layout, and then she turned and handed it to
Larson who remained seated on the couch. Again she bent over but this time
over the couch and the 3 guys seated on it.  She pointed out the boxes on
the sheet.  She said, "We have the date as the title at the top, and then
the text starts below that and it wraps around the photo which is down a
few lines on the right side.  If there's a second photo, we could put it
down here in the lower left corner." She was using her journalism training
to come up with this seemingly simple layout. But the three guys on the
couch sat there with their mouths open as Amy's naked boobs dangled right
in front of their eyes.  Her breasts wobbled invitingly as she pointed out
the various parts of her layout to Larson. After a moment, Larson finally
regained his senses and said, "Do you already have the text written for
each document?" Amy just nodded and her boobs jiggled some more.  Larson
continued, "Well, can you give me those text files?  Then, I could come up
with a template using Microsoft Word." The naked girl said, "Good.  I'll
email you the text files this evening; they are actually in RTF format. 
And then you know how to get the photos off the camera so you could drag
them into the appropriate boxes?" Larson replied, "Yeah, that should be
pretty easy." Knoxx cut in, "Okay, Miss Suzuki, it sounds like you've found
the expertise that you need.  You and Mr.  Larson can work out the details
on Friday." Amy stood up straight and returned to her spot in front of
Knoxx's desk with the three guys on the couch staring at her pretty bare
ass. Knoxx continued, "Okay, gentlemen, you are also going to need the
panties themselves.  I have them here." He opened his bottom desk drawer
and pulled out several handfuls of Amy's panties, each with a little tag
pinned to it showing the date she had worn them.  "Miss Suzuki, we're also
going to need the pair that you wore today.  Please go out and get them
from the hook.  Oh, also, ask Mrs.  Duckworth for a shopping bag so these
gentlemen can carry your panties back to their place.  Okay?" Amy gave him
a little smirk but turned silently and went back out into the waiting room
where she walked over to the secretary's desk and said, "Mrs.  Duckworth,
Dr.  Knoxx needs some sort of a shopping bag.  Do you have one?" Duckworth
was taken aback and asked gruffly, "What does he need that for?" The naked
girl blushed and said, "To put all of my old panties in so the frat guys
can carry them back to their house." The secretary paused for a moment and
then opened a cabinet drawer to bring out a plastic Nordstrom's shopping
bag.  "Will this do?" Amy looked at it, smiled, and said, "Yes, that's
perfect.  Thanks." She took the bag and grabbed her pink panties from the
penis hook and returned to the office.  She handed the bag and the panties
to Knoxx. Knoxx scribbled today's date on a tag and pinned it to the pink
panties.  Then, he looked at them more closely, and then he picked up a
pair of light blue panties from the pile that she had worn the previous
week.  He compared the two pairs, and said "Ummm, Miss Suzuki, today's
panties have a lot more stains on them than any of these other pairs.  Did
you have an accident today?" The nude girl blushed a deep, deep red and
answered, "No, sir." He persisted, "Well, can you explain the stains?  They
certainly don't look very nice, and you've been parading around in these
all day.  Please tell us what happened." The beet red girl stammered,
"Uhhh, I was, umm, turned on, and I guess my, ummm, vagina juices, ummm, .
. .  Oh dear, I mean my female ejacu. . ." Knoxx cut in, "Yes, Miss Suzuki,
I think you mean to say, in blunt terms, that your pussy juices were
flowing today.  Right?" The embarrassed girl just nodded.  He went on,
"Please tell us what happened.  I assume that you'll include something
about it in today's one-sheet?" Amy nodded and her eyes started to tear up.
She slowly said, "It happened at art class.  There were some very erotic
poses today." Knoxx persisted, "But I thought you posed naked.  You weren't
wearing these panties when you posed, were you?  Why did they get stained?"
Amy babbled, "Oh dear, I'm sorry, I'm not being clear.  It happened just
after art class.  I was still really aroused as the class ended.  And my
vagina was very, very wet when I put the panties on after class." But Knoxx
wouldn't give up.  He smirked as he persisted, "Well, Miss Suzuki, I think
we would all like to hear about these 'erotic poses' as you call them.  How
many poses were there?" Amy quietly said, "Six altogether.  Three in each
class." Knoxx went on, "Oh, that's not very many.  Maybe you can duplicate
them for us briefly so we can understand better.  What was the first one?"
She said, "Well, we . . ." Knoxx interrupted, "We?  I thought you were
posing alone.  Oh, now I remember, you posed with Miss Cobb at 8 o'clock
and then alone at 9 o'clock.  Isn't that right?" The nude young lady shook
her head and replied, "No, Eva had a final exam, and so Dr.  Whiteside
lined up a substitute, and he stayed for both hours.  The first pose was .
. ." "He?", Knoxx asked quizzically again.  "So, you posed with a male
model.  Was he naked, too?  Who was it?" With an irritated tone in her
voice, she answered, "Yes, it was a naked man.  Craig Massaro.  I think
he's a sophomore." And Knoxx gleefully pressed on, "Was he aroused, too?"
He was enjoying this embarrassing interrogation of the naked girl. Amy
blushed and merely said, "Yes." Knoxx then said, "Okay, Miss Suzuki, please
continue.  Maybe one of these young men can act as a fill-in for Mr. 
Massaro, but of course, he will keep his clothes on." Knoxx looked over at
Jamal Brown and said, "Well, son, how about you?" Brown tentatively stepped
forward, blushed, and said, "Okay.  What do you want me to do?" Amy looked
over the young guy.  He was much like Craig Massaro, tall with skin just a
bit darker than her own.  She said, "Just stand here and face me so that
Dr. Knoxx can see your profile. Amy got down on her knee just like she had
in class and pointed to Brown's crotch.  She said, "This is what the first
pose looked like." Knoxx nodded approvingly and said, "Except that he was
naked and aroused.  Right?" Amy quietly said, "Yes, that's right.  He was
naked, and I was pointing at his penis." Knoxx continued, "Was he well
endowed?  How long was it?" Amy blushed some more and said, "Yes.  He is
much larger than average.  Nine and a quarter inches." "How do you know
that?" Amy went on, "Well, for the second pose, Professor Whiteside had me
measure it with a tape measure." And she simulated holding a tape measure
with one end at Jamal's crotch and the other end out about 9 1/4 inches.
Knoxx said, "Oh my, these are sounding like erotic poses.  Please go on,
Miss Suzuki.  What was the next pose?" And Amy spent the next few minutes
re-creating and describing the cross-arms pose, the leaning back wide
spread pose, and the chain gang pose.  The men in the room were enthralled
with the enticing views of her naked young body. "And finally," Amy said,
"Dr.  Whiteside had me stand like this with my legs slightly apart and
Craig kneeling at my foot." Jamal Brown took the position, and Amy went on,
"And he was pointing at my vagina." She adjusted Jamal's right hand so that
it was close to her pussy and said, "Actually, his finger was inserted into
my vagina." Amy blushed and Jamal didn't know what to do; he just looked
over at Knoxx. Knoxx said, "Well, go ahead, Mr.  Brown.  We're all just
trying to understand." Amy closed her eyes and flinched as she felt Jamal's
index finger go way up into her pussy and twist around a little bit.  She
said, "No, that's too far; just up to the first knuckle." And Jamal pulled
his finger almost all the way out and held it there for several seconds. 
Amy could feel herself getting wet from the stimulation. There were wide
eyes and open mouths visible around the room.  And Amy suspected that she
was the only person in the room who did not have an erection hidden in
their trousers.  She also wondered if Jamal Brown's penis was as large as
Massaro's; she suspected that it was not, but she would never know, because
her genitals were the only ones in this room that were allowed to be
publicly displayed - and touched - today. Finally, Knoxx said, "And it was
this last pose that aroused you so much?" Amy quietly replied, "Actually,
all six poses were arousing, but, yes, most especially the last one." Knoxx
said, "Okay, I think we all understand better now why today's panties were
so stained.  Thank you, Miss Suzuki and Mr.  Brown for the demonstration."
And with that Jamal, reluctantly pulled his finger out of her pussy and
wiped it on his handkerchief. By now, Amy's juices had started to trickle
down her leg, and she asked Knoxx, "Can I have some tissues, please?" Knoxx
handed her several and she wiped her leg and then her pussy being careful
not to turn away or hide herself. Knoxx waited for her to clean herself up
and then said to her, "Miss Suzuki, when you write up your one-sheet for
today, please include descriptions of those poses.  But I don't think you
should include Mr.  Massaro's name.  Understand?" Amy mumbled, "Yes, I
understand." Knoxx then said, "Good.  And I think that about wraps up the
auction discussion.  Any last questions?" Seligman raised his hand and
peeked out from behind Amy's butt.  He said, "Actually, I have two
questions.  First, at the prep session on Friday evening, can we ask Amy to
take off her panties?  Second, can we take a photo of her now to use on the
advertisement that she'll post for us?" Knoxx replied, "Yes and yes.  The
Friday prep session is just another community service activity for her, and
she will cooperate with you.  If you want her to be naked during the prep
session, then she'll remove her panties until you tell her that it's okay
to put them back on.  And the photo is a good idea.  In fact, we have an
almost professional photographer sitting in the waiting room.  Miss Suzuki,
please ask Mr.  Garoni to come in." Amy blushed as she stepped out into the
waiting room and beckoned Garoni to come into the office. Knoxx said, "Mr.
Garoni, these gentlemen would like a photo of Miss Suzuki to include in a
poster.  Could you please take one now using my iPhone?" Garoni said,
"Sure. Let's see where's a good spot in here?  How about having her kind of
sitting on the edge of your desk?" Knoxx said, "Sounds good, but since this
photo will be advertising her panty auction, she should be wearing panties
rather than being nude.  Here, Miss Suzuki, please put these on for the
photo." And he handed her a clean pair of off-white bikini panties that she
slid up her pretty long legs. Garoni said, "Okay, Amy, please get there
next to the desk and kinda rest your butt on the edge.  Good.  Now, slide
your right foot out several inches.  Good.  And finally, hook your thumbs
over the top side edges of your panties as if you are about to take them
off.  That's great.  Now, all of you gentlemen, please move out of the way
so I can step back and get all of her in the photo." The men moved off to
the sides of the room.  "Okay, hunch over just a bit to thrust your breasts
out, and give me a slight smile - no teeth." Amy blushed as Garoni took
several photos making only minor adjustments to her hair and her head
position.  He went over to Knoxx and the two of them looked through the
photos.  Finally, Knoxx said, "Yes, gentlemen, you can find one here to use
on your poster.  I will email them to you as soon as the meeting is over."
Knoxx continued, "Okay, once again I think we're done talking about the
auction.  If there are no other questions, you gentlemen can go now." The
girl in the white underpants merely nodded at the frat guys as they
wandered out of the room.  When the last one left and the office door was
closed again, Knoxx said, "Okay, Miss Suzuki, we will continue the meeting
now.  Please remove the panties and give them back to me." Amy sighed as
she stepped out of the panties and handed them back to Knoxx by reaching
over his desk.  She returned to her assigned spot in front of his desk, and
Garoni sat down on one of the folding chairs to her left. Knoxx said,
"Actually, there's not that much more to talk about." He pulled out a copy
of Amy's schedule and looked it over before saying, "Mr.  Garoni, I see
that she will be posing for your photography club as soon as we finish
here. I hope that you will provide her with at least a few snacks for her
dinner?" Garoni replied, "Yes, sir.  Our club members are waiting in the
hallway, and we've figured out dinner for Amy." He looked at his watch and
said, "Dr.  Knoxx, it's already 6:30 and our 2-hour slot with Amy was
supposed to start at 6 o'clock and end at 8.  Would it be okay if we still
get our two hours starting right after this meeting?" Without even looking
at Amy, Knoxx said, "Yes, that will be fine.  She will spend two hours with
you.  Now, do you want to tell us about your plans for this evening's
photoshoot with her?" Garoni, "Good, thank you for letting us have the full
two hours.  Actually, we don't have a firm plan, just dinner followed by a
lot of photos of her at various spots around campus.  We have some general
ideas, but basically we were just going to wing it.  And I don't want to
delay the start of our two-hour slot, because that would cut into Amy's
study time later this evening." Knoxx didn't really like this answer, but
he just said, "Okay, Mr.  Garoni, we will look forward to seeing the
results." He turned to Amy and said, "Miss Suzuki, I guess that we've
already discussed the community service projects that you've been assigned
for the day.  Let's talk briefly about the rest of your day.  Any issues
that we should know about?  Let's see, you had a Formal Logic exam this
afternoon.  How did that go?" Amy was annoyed, because the two hours of the
upcoming posing for photos would indeed cut into her study time for her
Modern Journalism exam.  But she knew that she couldn't complain about it.
Instead, she just answered, "No, the rest of my day was routine.  After art
class, I was able to study for the Logic exam for a few hours, and I think
I did pretty well on it.  And I was able to start studying for my Modern
Journalism exam tomorrow morning, and I'll work on that some more after I
get back to the dorm." "Well, that's good", Knoxx said.  "So, I guess we're
finished here, and she's all yours for the next two hours, Mr.  Garoni. 
Let's see, since she's going to be nude for many of these photos, maybe I
should just give you her panties now and let you decide when she can put
them on.  Okay?" Garoni replied, "Actually, sir, why don't you give them to
Amy to put on now, and then we'll figure out later when she should take
them off?" Knoxx said, "Well, okay." And he handed the off-white bikinis
back to Amy who slid them on quickly.  He continued, "All right.  That's it
for today.  Good night, everyone, and I guess we'll have tomorrow's meeting
in the Wytham lab, Miss Suzuki.  See you then." Amy grabbed her backpack
and smiled at Garoni as he politely held the door open for her.

   Chapter 57 - Penthouse Posing

   When they got out into the hallway, Amy saw the dozen photo club members
holding their cameras.  They all kind of gathered in a circle.  Just before
Garoni started to say something, the door to Knoxx's office opened and he
plus the 4 committee members came out into the hallway.  Nothing was said,
but the bare breasted girl just stared daggers at Knoxx who just smirked in
return. Garoni then said, "Okay, gang, let's get started.  Amy, let's see
it's now 6:40, and so we will plan to have you back at your dorm at 8:45. I
am really sorry about the late start, but as you know, we didn't have much
control over it.  Now, let me introduce you to our members." And he went
around the group of 10 guys and 2 girls telling Amy their names.  She shook
hands with each of them, but she couldn't remember all of the names, and
she hadn't known any of them previously. Garoni went on, "Now, Amy, this is
an unusual situation for us.  We really want to take advantage of this
unique opportunity to take some very explicit photos of you, but I also
want to make sure that the pictures aren't distributed willy-nilly around
the Internet, because that wouldn't be fair to you once you've graduated
and left Bancroft in a few days.  So, I've done a couple of things.  First,
I've asked each of our members here to sign a statement saying that they
will not publish or distribute these photos in any manner - that is, either
hardcopy or electronically.  We will study the pictures in our lab and then
keep them there in hardcopy form only.  Actually, we'll also show them to
Chancellor Knoxx and his committee as part of our agreement with them, but
I will not give them copies to keep.  Second, tonight, we are shooting the
old-fashioned way, that is, with film.  Using film is very rare these days,
and we're all looking forward to doing it the way the famous photographers
of yester year did it, and then developing them in the lab.  None of these
guys and gals will use a digital camera tonight.  Using film will reduce
the chances of the pictures showing up on the Internet; it would certainly
be possible to scan the hardcopies or the negatives, but those will be kept
securely in our lab.  I can't promise that we will also use film cameras on
Sunday morning, but the signed statements will still be in effect.  We'll
discuss that some more on Sunday.  That may have been a lot to take in.  Do
you understand?  Any questions?" Amy did understand, and she was pleased
that Garoni seemed to be looking out for her interests to a certain extent.
She smiled at him and at the other photographers and said, "So, you're
going to try to prevent these photos from following me around, so to speak,
for the rest of my life.  Is that what you mean?" Garoni nodded and said,
"Yes, that's it exactly." She continued to smile and said, "Thank you, very
much, for that." He smiled back at her and then continued, "Okay, good,
we've got that settled.  Now, as I said, these are going to be explicit
pictures - more Penthouse than Playboy, if you get my drift." Amy was a bit
puzzled here, she knew that Penthouse and Playboy were men's magazines with
photos of naked women.  But she had never looked at Penthouse.  And she had
only looked at Playboy a couple of times.  Once when see was about 10, she
had found a copy of Playboy in her father's workshop, and she had seen
several of the pictures before her father took it away from her.  The other
time was several months ago when she and her ex-boyfriend, Josh, had
thumbed through a copy together prior to a lovemaking session; she had
giggled as Josh compared her "special parts" as he called them to those of
the girls in the magazine.  From the way Garoni had worded it, she
suspected Penthouse was more explicit than Playboy.  But she didn't want to
show her naïvetÃ(C) to this group, and she just nodded. Garoni went on,
"We're going to walk around campus and find locations that will be good
backgrounds for pictures of you completely naked or with your panties on.
We all have some ideas for some very erotic poses for you.  And the setting
sun will add a lot of interest to the pictures as well. "Now, first we are
going to get you a quick bite to eat at the Student Union cafeteria. 
Probably just a sandwich and soda, if that's enough for you.  And we'll
have you back outside as you eat and drink, and we'll take some photos of
that, too.  Okay?" Amy nodded and said, "Yes, I'm hungry, and a sandwich
and Coke would be nice." As the group walked to the Union, they all chatted
in a very friendly manner including Amy as well.  She thought this seemed
like a neat group of people. Several of the group also bought snacks to
eat, and Garoni paid for the whole thing.  As they were leaving the
cafeteria, Amy said, "Umm, Mr.  Garoni, I'd like to use the restroom before
we start.  Okay?" He replied, "Amy, please call me, Vince.  And sure, we'll
wait for you here." One of the girls in the group, Jackie McIntyre, nodded
at Garoni and said, "I think I'll go, too." Amy smiled at Jackie, and the
two of them scooted down the hall to the ladies room.  The group looked at
the interesting contrast - one girl wearing only panties, the other wearing
tight jeans, sneakers, and a Grateful Dead T-shirt. As Amy did her business
in the stall, she was somewhat surprised that Jackie stood by the sink and
waited for her.  When the nearly naked girl came out of the stall, Jackie
said, "Umm, Amy, I'd like to take a couple of photos of you at the sink as
you wash up.  Okay?" Amy hadn't expected the photos to start so soon, but
she just nodded, walked to the sink, and said, "Okay." Jackie said, "Good.
Stand there, wash your hands, and look up to me in the mirror; I'll be off
to the side a bit.  Try not to block the view of your boobs too much." Amy
followed her instructions and Jackie clicked a couple of photos. Jackie
said, "I think those were good.  Now, same position, but slide your panties
down to your knees and spread your legs just slightly.  And I'm going to
hold the camera up high so that I get your pussy and boobs in the mirror
and your butt and panties from behind." Amy blushed, but she did as she was
told.  After Jackie adjusted Amy's panties just a bit, she clicked a couple
of more pictures. Jackie said, "Amy, those will be good.  As Vince said,
we're going to take some very explicit photos this evening.  We haven't had
such an opportunity at all this year.  We did have a session with a nude
model, but she wasn't as pretty as you, and she mostly covered her vagina.
So, we really appreciate your being a model for us.  Thanks." Amy pulled up
her panties and just shrugged as the two girls walked out of the restroom
and returned to the group. Amy noticed that Garoni was on his cell phone.
She didn't want to eavesdrop on the conversation, but she couldn't help but
hear a couple of words that Garoni said.  "Whiteside" and "Wakefield". 
Garoni folded up his phone, turned to the group, and said, "That was Dr. 
Knoxx.  He had some suggestions for poses.  We'll do them later in the
evening.  But now, let's get going while we still have the setting
sunlight. Amy, let's go find a bench outside where that sunlight is good,
and while you are eating your sandwich, we can take some photos.  Oh, put
on your backpack, and we'll take some photos of you as we're walking around
looking for a bench.  I'll carry your drink and sandwich bag." As the group
went outside, Amy slipped on the backpack.  Garoni said, "Good, Amy.  Now,
grasp the straps near your shoulders and stick out your breasts a little
bit as we walk.  Yeah, that's it.  Okay, you photogs, hurry out ahead of
her down the path, and take some photos as she approaches and then passes
you.  And everyone, keep your eyes open for a good bench." Amy felt very
self-conscious as she walked along with all the cameras clicking away; she
felt her nipples tighten just a little bit. A little ways down the path,
one of the guys said, "Hey, Vince.  This looks like a good spot.  What do
you think?" Garoni replied, "Yeah, Stu, it looks good." He turned to Amy
and said, "Okay, Amy.  We'll let you eat here.  Let's see, we don't need
your backpack or panties for these poses.  So, please take them off and put
them off to the side over there." Amy was surprised at his nonchalant
attitude about her removing her panties; he had kind of treated the words
"backpack" and "panties" as if they were a couple of inconsequential items.
Maybe the backpack was, but the panties were important to her.  But she did
as she was told.  She slipped off her panties as everyone watched and put
them on top of her backpack on the other side of the sidewalk.  Then the
nude girl turned and waited for further instructions. Garoni held out the
drink and wrapped sandwich for her and said, "Okay, come over here and
straddle this stone bench.  One leg over the back, the other over the front
of the bench.  And sort of twist to face the sidewalk a little bit.  And
then start munching and sipping." Even though it had been a nice spring
day, the stone bench was cool on her bare butt as she sat down as
requested. She felt her pussy open up as she spread her legs.  She put the
food on the bench in front of her and glanced at Garoni.  He nodded and she
started eating her little dinner.  He said, "Move your front leg back just
a bit to let some more sunlight onto your front.  Try not to block your
boobs and vagina very much.  Okay, gang, shoot away." The photographers
spread out on the sidewalk and aimed their cameras at the nude girl from
various angles.  They clicked away for a couple of minutes as Amy took
several bites and drinks. Garoni finally said, "Good.  Now, Amy, bring both
feet to this side of the bench, and open your legs wide in a kind of
exaggerated way.  Continue to eat but keep your hands and arms up high near
your face so that your front is completely exposed." Turning to the club
members, he said, "Angela, Bob, kneel down in front of her and get some
fairly close-up shots with the sun behind you.  The rest of you, take some
longer shots, possibly including shots of Angela and Bob as they take their
photos.  Amy, spread your legs a little wider; we want your pussy to be
open." Amy blushed but did as she was told, and she started eating her
sandwich again.  And the group took their photos. After a few minutes,
Garoni said, "Very nice, Amy.  Nice job.  Now, relax." He handed her the
off-white panties and said, "Put these back on, sit there normally, and
finish your dinner.  We'll take some more photos while you're finishing up.
How do you think it's going so far?" As Amy was slipping on her panties,
she kind of mumbled, "Okay, I guess.  It's a weird experience, but I'm
okay." She sat back down and casually finished eating. After she finished,
Garoni gathered all of them in a big circle around him and Amy.  He said,
"Okay, those poses were my ideas.  Now, it's your turn.  Each of you will
get to put Amy in the pose of your choice.  Don't be shy; we want explicit
pictures and Chancellor Knoxx has provided us with this gorgeous model." He
turned and smiled at Amy, who just nodded back at him.  "Sylvester, you're
first.  Oh, and all of you, be sure to take advantage of the twilight.  And
William, why don't you carry and watch Amy's backpack til we finish?  That
way she won't have to worry about it along the way." Sylvester's pose had
Amy pull up her panties as high as she could so that they pulled tightly
into her crease in both front and back.  And then the other 11
photographers had their turns. Angela: Amy lowered her panties to her knees
and then Amy walked along the sidewalk as they took their photos. Jerry:
Without her panties, Amy leaned back on the bench stretching her long legs
out provocatively and her strip of pubic hair was prominently displayed.
Bob: Amy sat on the edge of the bench with legs wide apart.  The index
finger of her left hand in her mouth, her right index finger in her pussy
with sort of a you-caught-me look on her face.
Jackie: Naked Amy swung from a limb of a tree with her legs wide spread.
Hal: Amy bent over so that her long dark hair was brushing the ground.
Her legs were wide spread so that her vulva and anus were in clear view
from the rear.
Sidney: Amy stood, legs wide, spreading her pussy lips with her hands.
Roberto: In profile to the group, Amy lifted her breasts by holding her
nipples.
Felix: Amy put on the panties, but not all the way.  They were just
below her pussy with a hand on each side as if she were just taking them
off.
William: Amy took off the panties but left them on the ground at her
feet.  She bent over as if to pick them up.
Stu: Naked Amy bent over with hands on her knees as Hal pretended to
swat her ass with a tree branch.
Gregg: With a submissive look on her face, Amy held out the panties as
if handing them to Bob's outstretched hands.
By the time all of them had had their turn, Amy was almost shaking from
embarrassment after all of the humiliating poses she'd done for the group.
She didn't know exactly what time it was, but she really wanted this to be
over.  However, the sun hadn't quite set behind the nearby mountains yet,
and that meant it wasn't even 8PM.  She sighed as she slipped on her

off-white panties and then stood there waiting for what would come next.
Garoni came over and said, "Okay, Amy.  Nice poses.  As I mentioned
earlier, Dr.  Knoxx has a suggestion.  Actually, it was more than a
suggestion.  He wants you to re-create your streaking incident and
subsequent apprehension with some enhancements.  So, let's walk over to
Kameron where you were streaking a couple of weeks ago." Amy wondered what
the word "enhancement" meant, but she just nodded. Garoni said they were
running short of time, and so he told the group to pick up the pace.  Amy's
breasts bounced attractively as she trotted along to keep up with the
group; the males in the group stole lots of admiring looks at her as they
hurried along. It only took a few minutes to get to the quad near Kameron
Hall, but by then the sun had set and darkness was setting in.  Garoni
said, "Okay, Amy.  Let's have you run around the quad, and we'll have
photographers near each lamp post that you pass, and we'll take our photos
from there." After the group had split into 4 groups and positioned
themselves near the 4 lamp posts, Amy slipped off her panties, handed them
to Garoni, and ran naked around the quad.  As she passed each lamp post,
she heard the cameras clicking away. She was a little concerned that Knoxx
might say this re-creation was an admission on her part that she had been
nude during the original streaking incident.  Ken Marriott, her lawyer, had
told her never to admit that she had streaked naked, because the committee
couldn't prove that she had.  But she decided to take a chance and just do
what Garoni wanted, and if Knoxx wanted to make an issue out of it, she'd
get Marriott to help her fight that legal battle. The naked girl was
breathing somewhat hard as she pulled up next to Garoni.  As the
photographers were re-joining them, Garoni handed her the panties and Amy
slid them back on.  Then he said, "Good, Amy.  Now, please show us where
the campus cops caught you.  They are on their way right now, and we'll
take some photos of you and them." Amy guided him behind the bushes near
the corner of the building and said, "This is the spot." Garoni frowned as
he looked around.  "It is really dark in here.  I don't see how we'll be
able to get pictures here.  Oh, here come the cops now." Amy looked up and
saw Officers Sweeney and Olsen walking up.  But they weren't wearing their
usual uniforms.  Usually the campus police wore casual outfits such as
black pants and grey polo shorts, but tonight they were wearing
full-fledged police outfits - white shirts with a black padded vest, caps,
batons, and even guns in holsters.  Amy had never seen campus cops dressed
like that before. Then she looked down and noticed that Olsen was carrying
a suitcase.  And it was the same suitcase that Whiteside had in art class
this morning.  And Amy knew what was in it - handcuffs and ball gags.  She
gasped a little bit as she realized what the word "enhancements" probably
meant. As they approached, Sweeney said, "Hello there, everyone, I'm
Officer Sweeney, Tim Sweeney.  And this is Officer Olsen, Scott Olsen. 
Chancellor Knoxx asked us to participate in this re-creation of Miss
Suzuki's streaking and apprehension." The officers shook hands with
everyone in the group including Amy. Garoni said, "Thanks, guys, for
coming. Amy has just finished doing the streaking part, and I guess, we can
do the apprehension part now.  Amy, as I understand it, it was Officer
Olsen who found you back in here.  Is that right?" Amy nodded.  Garoni went
on, "Okay, Officer Olsen, please describe what happened next, and we can
figure out how to set up for the photos." Olsen said, "Well, when I came up
to her, I shined my light in her face and told her to stay where she was.
Then, I shined my light over her body and saw that she was almost naked. 
She was wearing only her panties, like she is now, but they were not quite
pulled all the way up.  And they were a different color - flesh-toned
rather than off-white like these." Garoni responded, "Well, we don't have
much choice except to use these panties.  And it's much too dark back in
here.  So, let's do it out by the lamp post." And he led the group back out
to the sidewalk and over to a nearby light.  "This spot should work.  Okay,
Amy, lower your panties just a bit so that they're not quite all the way
up, and Officer, shine your flashlight at her.  And all of you photogs, get
ready to shoot." Amy blushed as she adjusted her panties down a little bit
and stood there as Olsen shined the light in her face.  The cameras clicked
away as the cop looked down her body. After a minute or so, Garoni asked,
"What happened next?" Olsen said, "I cuffed her hands behind her back."
Sweeney interjected, "Umm, this is where Chancellor Knoxx wants to change
things a bit.  He wants us to use these metal cuffs rather than the plastic
ones that we usually use.  And he wants us to also put ankle cuffs on her
and to gag her tonight.  I'm sorry about that, Miss Suzuki, but those are
our instructions." Amy bowed her head and quietly said, "I understand.  Go
ahead." Olsen got out the handcuffs, and without being asked, Amy put her
hands behind her back and let Olsen attach the cuffs.  Olsen said, "Miss
Suzuki, I'm very sorry, but could you please open your mouth and let me put
on the ball gag?" Amy meekly complied, and Olsen put in the gag, tightened
the strap, and then clicked the lock shut behind her head. Garoni said,
"What about the ankles?" Olsen shook his head and said, "Not yet.  The next
thing I did was to slide off her panties." And he kneeled in front of the
cuffed and gagged girl.  Then, the photographers took their pictures as
Olsen slowly slid the panties down Amy's long legs.  She stepped out of the
panties and stood there as they took photos of her naked with the panties
at her feet. One of the photographers, Hal, said, "We all got photos from
the front, but I think some rear photos showing Officer Olsen's face as
he's lowering the panties might be interesting.  How about that?" Everyone
except Amy thought that was a good idea, but she didn't have a vote in
this, and naturally, she couldn't say anything anyway because of the gag in
her mouth. So, Olsen picked up the panties and held them out for Amy to
step into.  And then, he slid them back up her long legs and into position
again.  Tears of embarrassment were forming in Amy's eyes.  Then with all
of the photogs positioned behind, Olsen slowly slid the panties down Amy's
legs again with the cameras clicking away. Sweeney then stepped up and
said, "Okay, now we can put on the ankle cuffs." He showed them to Amy and
the group and went on, "There's a short hobble chain that will allow her to
walk.  And Miss Suzuki, I'm very sorry again, but the Chancellor told us to
keep you like this for the rest of the photoshoot until we take you back to
your dorm." A few tears ran down Amy's cheeks as Sweeney put the cuffs on
her ankles. Garoni then said, "Okay, let's go just over there to Wakefield
Hall for the next part of the photoshoot.  Dr.  Knoxx suggested that we use
the old security office in the basement of Wakefield rather than walking
all the way over to the current security office." Amy was relieved that she
would only have to walk a few yards rather than almost half a mile in these
cuffs.  She had seen the door in Wakefield's basement marked "Security"
when she had gone down to the ladies room between art class sessions, but
she hadn't realized what that room was until now. Garoni continued, "All
right, let's have you two officers guide Amy on the walk over.  One on each
side of her holding an elbow.  And we'll take photos along the way." With a
cop on each arm, the bound and gagged naked girl took her first tentative
steps.  The hobble chain restricted her steps to only a couple of feet, and
the going was very, very slow. It took the group about 5 minutes to walk
the short distance to Wakefield Hall and up the steps into the building. 
But the difficult part for Amy was walking down the very narrow staircase
into the basement.  The stairs were made of brick and thus were very
uneven. Officer Sweeney went ahead of her and Olsen was behind trying to
help her down the stairs.  But with Sweeney in front, there was little
opportunity for the club members to take their photos of the nude girl
struggling down the steps.  So, Sweeney stepped out of the way and let
Olsen hang onto Amy's bare shoulder while the photos were taken.  They did
this a couple of times on the flight of a dozen steps.  Amy's breasts were
thrust out, and she had a terrified look in her eyes.  But eventually they
made it to the bottom of the stairs and into the narrow hallway. The old
security office was located between the two restrooms, and Sweeney unlocked
the door and guided the still scared girl into the room.  It was a fairly
good-sized space and there was plenty of room for all of the photographers
to come in as well.  There was a desk in the middle of the room and file
cabinets lined the walls.  And in the back corner was a small jail cell,
about 6 feet by 10 feet with a bed. Sweeney sat down behind the desk, and
Olsen guided Amy to a spot in front of the desk.  Olsen then stood beside
her and held her elbow.  Sweeney pretended to look up at Amy and ask her
questions which she answered with only a shake or nod of her head.  He then
scribbled things on the pad of paper on the desk.  The club members clicked
away with their cameras. Garoni then said, "Good job, Amy.  And also to you
two officers.  Those will be great pictures." And he turned to his club and
asked, "Do any of you have ideas for other pictures here?  Remember, don't
be shy.  We want to take advantage of this great opportunity that Amy has
provided us.  Anybody?" Angela tentatively said, "Umm, how about pictures
of her in the cell?  Maybe some standing and some sitting on the bed?"
Everybody thought that was a good idea, and the cops led Amy into the cell
and locked the gate.  The naked girl stood a couple of feet back from the
bars and peered out at the group as they took photos. Garoni said, "Ah,
very good, Amy.  Now, go over and sit down on the bed, and keep that same
look on your face." Amy waddled over and sat on the bed which had only a
dusty mattress on it.  Garoni continued, "And open your legs as far as you
can.  Yes, that's it." And the cameras clicked away.  Finally, Garoni said,
"Again, that was great, Amy.  Now, what other ideas do any of you have?"
Sidney said, "How about her hanging from the ceiling?  There are pipes up
there that we could loop a rope over.  We could attach the rope to her
cuffs behind, or to her gag strap, or re-cuff her hands in front so that
the rope would pull her arms way up." Garoni exclaimed, "Excellent.  Let's
try each of those ways." And Sweeney unlocked the cell door and led Amy out
to the middle of the room.  Olsen and one of the photogs moved the desk out
of the way. Sidney tied the rope to the back of Amy's gag and tossed the
rope over one of the pipes.  Then he said, "Sorry, Amy, but I'm going to
stretch you to your tiptoes." And he pulled the rope so that the naked,
bound girl was stretched out. Angela walked around Amy and said, "And I'm
sorry, too.  That mattress was very dusty, and you've got noticeable
splotches of dust on your butt.  I'm going to brush it off." And she
whisked her hand across Amy's bare ass and then grabbed a nearby towel and
wiped the butt clean.  All Amy could do was to close her eyes. Everyone
stepped out of the way and the club photographers took several photos of
Amy on her tiptoes.  Sidney then loosened the rope and let Amy return to
normal standing position but still gagged and cuffed.  He then tied the
rope behind her back to her handcuffs and pulled the rope tight again.  Amy
winced and let out a muffled yelp as her arms were pulled up from behind
her.  She was now bent over with her boobs dangling alluringly.  Sidney
asked her to look up as the group took their pictures. Sidney then released
the tension on the rope so that Amy could stand up again.  He untied the
rope and asked the security officers, "Let's unlock the cuffs so that we
can bring her hands and arms around in front." Sweeney and Olsen looked at
each other.  Sweeney said, "Go ahead, Scott, undo the cuffs." But Olsen
said, "But, boss, I don't have the key.  I thought you did." But Sweeney
just shook his head and said, "Oh, it must be in the suitcase." And he
pulled all of the other chains and cuffs out of the bag, but the key wasn't
there.  "Oh dear, what have we done?  We can't unlock her!" On hearing
this, Amy's eyes widened in terror, and she starting thrashing about and
yelling behind her gag. Garoni was alarmed, too, and he came up hugged the
naked girl.  Amy was now crying and she buried her head in his shoulder. 
Garoni said, "Officers, please do something.  Didn't you borrow this stuff
from Dr.  Whiteside?  Please call her and ask where the key is located."
Sweeney immediately pulled out his cell phone and called Whiteside's number
which was on the suitcase tag.  Amy was still crying as the cop explained
to Whiteside what had happened.  Whiteside said the key was in the suitcase
somewhere, probably in one of the outside pockets.  Sweeney put down the
phone and he and Olsen started going through all of the suitcase pockets,
inside and out.  And eventually Olsen said, "Hey, here it is.  It was stuck
in the corner of this front pocket.  Whew, that's a relief." And as Sweeney
hung up his phone, Olsen unlocked Amy's handcuffs.  He then brought her
arms around to her front and re-connected the cuffs. Amy was still
sniffling as Sidney tied the rope to the cuffs again.  He then pulled the
rope tight so that the naked girl's arms were straight above her head.  And
he had her stand on tiptoes again so that her breasts were almost flat now.
Her two nipples and the strip of dark pubic hair were the most prominent
things on her now flat torso.  The group took several photos, and then he
had Amy spread her legs as far apart as she could; he re-adjusted the rope
tension to accommodate this.  And the club took more pictures. Finally,
Sidney unhooked the rope and let Amy stand normally again.  She was
relieved that her hands were now cuffed in front rather than in back, and
she stretched her arms and legs as much as possible. Garoni came up, put an
arm around Amy's shoulder, and gave her a comforting pat.  He said to the
group, "Okay, we've still got a few more minutes.  Any other ideas?"
Hesitantly, Felix said, "I've got one.  The men's restroom next door has
cracked fixtures and peeling paint on cinder block walls in it.  How about
if we have Amy stand in front of one of those old urinals as if she's
trying to pee standing up?  Kind of gross, but you told us not to be shy."
Garoni smiled and said, "Yep, I did.  So, Amy, let's go do this one last
pose, and then we'll get you home." Sweeney said, "Oh, I think we should
cuff her hands behind her again.  That's what Chancellor Knoxx expects, and
it will probably make for better photos, too." Everyone except Amy nodded
their agreement, and Sweeney unlocked the cuffs and then re-did Amy's hands
behind her back. The entire group then trooped into the men's restroom. 
Amy stumbled on the slightly uneven stone floor as Garoni led her over in
front of one of the urinals hanging from the wall.  Felix then said, "Sorry
about this, Amy.  Move in close and spread your legs as far as you can."
The naked and bound young woman started to cry again, but she did as
instructed.  She stood there as if trying to pee while the photographers
took turns shooting from behind and from the sides. As they finished, Felix
again hesitantly said, "Umm, since we're here, maybe we can do a pose with
Amy sitting on a toilet?" Garoni frowned and said, "We're running short of
time, but if Amy really needs to use the toilet, we can let her do that and
take some photos at the same time.  Amy, do you need to pee?" Amy was
looking down at the floor, and she just shook her head.  Garoni then said,
"Sorry, Felix, but we're finished here for this evening.  Okay, let's take
Amy back to her dorm.  But all of you are welcome to take pictures along
the way." With that, the nude and hobbled girl was escorted out of the
bathroom, up the stairs, and out to the front steps of Wakefield Hall.  She
stumbled several times, but the two security guys helped her as several
photos were taken.  Now, Amy was out in public in this humiliating
condition; several passers-by stared at her as she was helped down the
steps to the SUV marked "Campus Police". Sweeney said, "We're going to put
you in back, and we'll let one of the photographers sit back there, too, to
take some more pictures." He opened the door for the bound and gagged girl
and said, "Get in." With her hands cuffed behind her and her legs
restricted with the hobble chain, Amy couldn't see how she could step up
into the big vehicle, but she tried.  As the cameras clicked, Amy tried to
raise one knee onto the carpeted floor, but it was too high for her, and
she almost fell to the ground, but the cops grabbed her.  She tried again
by leaning her chest into the vehicle, but the only thing that did was to
provide some graphic views of her bare ass for the photographers.  So, with
tears in her eyes, she stood back on the sidewalk, looked pleadingly at the
cops, and shook her head.  Reluctantly, Sweeney unlocked the handcuffs, and
the naked girl was able to struggle her way into the car.  As soon as she
was seated, Sweeney quickly reached behind the naked girl and re-locked the
cuffs. William tossed the backpack into the vehicle and then climbed into
the back seat beside Amy.  The police vehicle led the little caravan of
cars over to Blankenship Hall.  William took several photos of Amy along
the way; her breasts were charmingly thrust out and he focused on her dark
brown nipples for most of his shots.  It was 8:40 PM when they arrived at
the front door.  The security guys waited as the photographers went ahead
of them into the dorm lobby, and then they helped Amy down out of the SUV.
Sweeney was holding her left elbow, Olsen her right as they led her into
the crowded lobby. There was the usual crowd of guys and a few girls
sitting on the couches talking, but they stopped and gaped at the spectacle
of the nude gagged girl with her hands and feet cuffed.  Amy stood there
with her head down as they all got up and gathered around.  And the club
members clicked their last batch of photos for the evening. Finally, Garoni
raised his hands and said, "Okay, everyone.  That's enough.  It's 8:45 and
we promised Amy that we'd be done.  So, that's it." He turned to Sweeney
and said, "Okay, Officer, please undo her and we'll let her get back to her
room." Sweeney knelt down in front of Amy, and she felt his hair brush her
pussy as he reached down to unhook the ankle cuffs.  Then, he circled
around behind her and undid the gag and the handcuffs.  Amy stretched her
arms and mouth, and then she smiled wanly at him and quietly said,
"Thanks." Garoni stepped up and said, "Well, Amy, it's us who should be
thanking you for posing for us tonight." He looked around the group and
said, "I think we all benefited from it, didn't we?" They all smiled
broadly and agreed with him. Amy was numb as she stood there shaking hands
with all of the club members.  Garoni said, "Thanks again, Amy, and we'll
see you on Sunday morning.  Good luck on your exam tomorrow." The naked
girl shakily raised her hand and gave them a soft wave as they left.
Sweeney then reached in his pocket, pulled out her panties, and handed them
to her.  And he said, "Miss Suzuki, I'm sure this was difficult for you,
and I'm very sorry about it.  But Officer Olsen and I were just following
orders tonight.  I hope you understand.  Have a nice evening, and good
bye." And as she limply shook his hand, she mumbled, "Yes, I understand. 
Good bye." Then, still completely naked, she turned and walked down the
hall.  She barely acknowledged the girls who said hello as she passed them
in the hall on the way to the side stairway.  Her panties were balled up in
one hand, and she carried her backpack in the other hand as she trudged up
the stairs to the fourth floor. She opened the door and stepped into her
room.  But she stopped in the little alcove and leaned back against the
door.  Then she heard Linda say, "Amy, is that you?" All Amy could do was
to whisper, "Yeah, it's me." Linda jumped up from her desk and came over to
Amy.  She looked at her naked friend and saw the haggard look on Amy's
face. She said, "Are you okay?  Where are your panties?" Amy raised her
hand a little bit to show Linda her panties, and then she let them drop to
the floor along with her backpack from the other hand.  Amy just shook her
head and quietly said, "No, Lindy, I'm not okay." Then she burst out crying
and wrapped her arms around her good friend. Linda completed the hug, and
she let Amy sob into her shoulder and her fluffy sweater.  After several
seconds, she led the naked sobbing girl over to her bed where they both sat
down.  For a couple of minutes, nothing was said as Amy continued to cry.
Finally, Linda said, "Hey, Sooz, do you want to talk about it?  I'm here,
and you're home now." She handed Amy a handful of tissues. Amy dried her
eyes and said to her friend, "Oh, Lindy, it was so awful." Linda said,
"Were they mean to you?  What did they do?" Amy shook her head and said,
"No, and that's kind of what made it so bad.  They were really, really nice
to me.  They were polite and friendly even apologetic, but they had me do
these degrading poses." And she went on the describe several of them and
then the time being bound and gagged in the old security office.  Linda
just listened and held her friend's hand as Amy talked. After Amy finished,
they just sat there quietly for a few more minutes.  Then, Linda got up,
went over to the door, picked up Amy's panties, and came back to the bed.
She said, "Amy, it's all over now.  And you know, you've got a final exam
tomorrow.  Here, put these back on, and try to hit the books.  This will be
your final final, so to speak; the last exam of your college life, and you
want to do well at it.  Right?" Amy looked up, smiled at her best friend,
and said "Yep, you're right.  I need to study.  Thanks for letting me talk.
You are a dear friend." Amy slipped on her off-white panties, hugged her
friend, and got out her Modern Journalism notes and textbook.

   Chapter 58 - Amy the Deceiver

   Before going to bed, Amy dashed off the diary entry and the panty
one-sheet for the day.  Then, she looked at the calendar and realized that
she hadn't crossed off the last few days, and with a flourish, she put a
big X across the squares on the calendar. Next, she made two brief phone
calls.  First, to her parents and then to her brother.  She just kept the
conversations light and said she was doing okay. After Amy closed the phone
and was about to turn off the light, Linda said, "Amy, I couldn't help but
overhear what you said to them, and it seems to me that you're not telling
them everything.  You are soft-pedaling this whole thing with them.  You
didn't tell them about the degrading things you had to do tonight; you just
said you were doing some more posing.  Sorry for being nosey, but why not
be more open with them?" Amy was a bit taken aback by this, but replied, "I
don't want them to worry about me.  That's all." Linda persisted, "But,
Sooz, those people love you more than anything in the world, and they're
already worrying about you.  It seems to me that they'd help you more if
you told them more." "How are they going to help me?", Amy said in an
annoyed tone.  "Is Jason going to come up here from Cornell and beat the
shit out of Knoxx?  Is my Dad going to sue the university for a billion
bucks?  Actually, now that I think of it, Jase is at home in Warwick right
now, but you know what I mean.  Anyway, they're not going to do that, and
it wouldn't help." "No, that's not what I mean", Linda said.  "They can do
it remotely on the phone or email or even handwritten notes by snail mail.
Giving you emotional support.  Providing specific ideas on how to deal with
stressful situations.  Praying for you." Amy said, "Well, I see what you're
saying, but you know that we're not a very religious family even though we
are very close-knit." Linda replied, "But remember that conversation we had
about prayer last year?  You said that you thought the only time praying
actually worked is if the person being prayed for knew that the people on
the other end were actually praying so that there was an emotional
connection between the sender and receiver.  I didn't say that very well,
but that's the general idea." Amy replied, "Again, I see what you're
saying, but . . ." Linda interrupted her saying, "And, anyway, Sooz, I'm
worried about you even if you don't want me to worry.  You're struggling,
Sooz, and you can use all the help you can get.  And your folks and brother
could help." Amy replied testily, "Struggling?  What the hell does that
mean?  I'm absolutely determined to get that degree and diploma that I
deserve.  I don't call that 'struggling'." "Look, Sooz", Linda went on, "I
admire your determination.  But let me explain.  We've been roommates for
three years now, and up til a few weeks ago, I think I saw you cry only a
couple of times.  But how many times have you broken down sobbing the last
three weeks?  I've seen several of the episodes myself including a couple
of hours ago, and I suspect you've had other private cries as well.  So, I
see that this nudity thing is taking a toll on you, and I'm concerned that
it is going to affect you psychologically somehow in the years to come."
Amy softened her tone, "Oh, Lindy, you bet it has taken a toll on me, but
I've got to get through these last few days before I worry about the years
ahead.  I'm not sure that crying has helped, but it's my natural reaction
to a difficult situation, and there have been plenty of difficult
situations to deal with." Linda sighed and said, "Please, Amy, just think
about." And they sat in silence for almost a minute without saying
anything. Then, Amy gave Linda a stern look and said, "Look, Lindy, let's
just agree to disagree about this.  I know the people on both sides of
this, that is, the senders and receiver as you call us, better than anybody
else in the world, and I just think it's better not to tell them
everything. Okay?" It was now Linda's turn to be taken aback, and she just
said, "Well, okay, Amy." They each sat on the edge of their beds looking at
each other for several seconds, and then Amy smiled and said, "Lindy, I
don't want to end this serious conversation on such a somber note, and I
could sure use another friendly hug before going to bed.  Please?" They
each hopped to their feet and hugged in the middle of the room.  As they
were unclenching, Linda said, "You know, I'm really getting to like the
feel of your boobs against mine with all these hugs.  Are you trying to
turn me into a lesbian?" Amy smirked and said, "You know I love you, girl,
but your cock just isn't long enough for my tastes!" And they both fell
back on their respective beds roaring with laughter, and they continued to
chuckle after turning off the lights and as they fell off to sleep.

   May 17, Thursday

   Chapter 59 - More Posing

   As she walked into Wakefield Hall in the morning, Amy was feeling much
better after getting a solid six and a half hours of sleep.  The night
before, she had studied hard for the journalism exam, and she was certain
that she knew the material thoroughly. She walked into the studio classroom
several minutes early, and she smiled with surprise when she saw Eva
sitting on the edge of the platform.  Amy quickly took off her panties,
hung them on the hook, scampered up the aisle, and sat down next to Eva. 
The two beautiful naked girls briefly hugged and then started talking about
their exams.  Amy was so engrossed in the small talk that it was a few
moments before she realized that she had crossed her legs and had her arms
folded across her chest.  She hoped that none of Knoxx's spies had noticed,
and she quickly dropped her arms and spread her legs wide enough that her
pussy was clearly visible to the students who were filing in. As the 8
o'clock bell rang and Professor Whiteside came up on the platform, the two
nudes got to their feet and stood one on each side of the instructor. 
Whiteside patted each of them on their bare butts saying, "Good morning,
ladies.  And good morning, class." She looked at Eva and said, "Nice to
have you back, Eva.  I hope you did well on your final exams the last two
mornings." Eva just nodded. Whiteside continued, "Well, today we are going
to continue with poses inspired by things from nature and from everyday
human activities.  I've been wanting to do the 'picking the fruit' pose
that we talked about, and so, let's do that one now.  We'll switch off
between you two pretty girls.  Let's start with Eva being the fruit and Amy
the picker.  Amy, go pick up the ladder from the back of the platform and
set it up here in front." After Amy set up the ladder, Whiteside said,
"Okay, good.  Now, Eva, climb up several steps on the ladder and hang over
so that your boobs are kind of like hanging fruit." Eva obediently complied
and bent over so that her tummy was resting on the top step and her breasts
were dangling down in front of her.  Whiteside had Eva put her arms out at
different angles as if to simulate tree limbs.  Whiteside then said, "Now,
Amy, come over here in front of the ladder and reach up with one hand
towards one of Eva's boobs as if it were a melon hanging on the tree. 
Don't actually touch her; just reach up with an open hand and wide spread
fingers.  And turn so that the class gets a nice view of the front of your
pretty body." Amy blushed, but she did as she was told. Whiteside said,
"All right, class, sketch away.  But don't draw the ladder; just kind of
flow Eva's butt and legs into a tree trunk outline.  But we do want Eva's
breasts to be prominent as well as Amy's body.  Ladies, hold that pose for
10 minutes and then we'll switch." Their arms were getting tired, but the
two nude girls managed to hold their positions for the next 10 minutes. 
Whiteside then said, "Okay, you two can rest for a just a minute.  And then
I want Amy up on the ladder and Eva reaching up from below.  Since Amy's
nipples are a nice dark color, let's pretend that they are cherries, and
Eva, I want your fingers very close to her tits as if plucking a ripe
cherry from the tree." Again, both girls blushed, but they followed the
instructions.  During the next several minutes, Amy flinched a couple of
times when Eva accidentally brushed her nipple with a finger tip. Finally,
Whiteside returned to the stage and said, "Very good, ladies.  You can rest
for a moment while I describe the next pose." She paused for a moment and
then went on, "Now, all of you have scissors around the house, and the
human body can simulate scissors in a couple of different ways - that is,
with arms or with legs." She bent down in front of Amy and Eva, and she
continued, "We're going to use these pretty long legs today." And she
dragged a finger tip of each hand up the inside of a bare leg of each girl
- from ankle almost to the pussy.  The two nudes quivered but held their
position. Whiteside said, "Okay, Eva, we'll start with you lying on your
back, knees up, feet spread about a foot and a half.  Profile to the class.
And then raise your butt up in the air.  This is a position that I use each
night for one of my daily back exercises." Eva lay down and took the
position with the instructor making slight changes.  Eva's bare pubic mound
was now prominently displayed. Whiteside went on, "Amy, I want you lying on
the floor on your side, facing the class with your feet between Eva's
legs." Amy was puzzled, but she took the position.  Whiteside went on,
"Okay, scoot in and raise your right leg.  That's it.  Put your left foot
as far under Eva's butt and back as possible.  Now raise and lower your
right leg as if it were a scissor blade.  Eva's slit will be like the start
of the cut in the paper." Amy's cunt was now wide open to the full view of
the class, and Whiteside said, "Very good.  Amy, scissor your leg up and
down for the next 5 minutes, and then we'll switch and let Eva be the
scissors.  Please start drawing, class." After the 5 minutes, they made the
switch so that Amy's pubic strip was conspicuously displayed on her raised
pubic mound and Eva's leg was raised.  The two nudes held the assigned
position for only a couple of minutes before Whiteside came back up on
stage and said, "Well, class, I'm sorry, but I just don't think this pose
is working.  N'est pas?  It's kind of sexy, but I don't think it's quite
right." She turned to Amy and Eva and said, "Ladies, you can rest now.  I
apologize for putting you in an unnecessary pose." The two naked girls got
to their feet and stretched their limbs while Whiteside started describing
the next pose. She said, "I think this one will work better.  It was
suggested by Juanita Vasquez who is from Tucson." She pointed out Vasquez
in the back row of easels.  Whiteside went on, "We're going to have Amy and
Eva pose as cactuses.  Sorry, maybe the correct word is cacti?  At any
rate, we'll let Eva be a saguaro and Amy be an organ pipe cactus.  Eva,
please stand here facing the class and raise your arms just a little bit
with your elbows bent and your fingers splayed just a bit as if simulating
a cactus flower." Eva took the position and the instructor adjusted her
arms a little bit.  Whiteside turned to Amy and said, "Okay, you're a
little taller; so, you'll make a good organ pipe cactus.  Raise your arms
straight up, well maybe out at just a bit of an angle.  And turn around so
that your butt is facing the class.  Okay, we've got about 20 minutes of
class left.  So, in 10 minutes, we'll give you a chance to rest and then
switch you.  Class, please start sketching.  Think of Eva's pussy as an
opening for a bird nest; maybe you might want to sketch in a tiny bird down
there." The rest of the class session passed slowly for the two girls with
their arms raised.  And they were both thankful when the bell rang.  They
silently smiled at each other, and then Eva left. Amy stretched her arms
for a couple of minutes and then made the trip down to the ladies room in
the basement.  She shuddered as she passed the door to the men's room and
the old security office remembering the humiliating time she had spent down
there the night before.  There were a couple of women already standing in
the narrow hallway; she just nodded at them as she joined them in the short
line.  Fortunately, the door opened quickly and two women came out of the
restroom freeing up the two stalls for the other two women in line.  Since
there wasn't really much room to wait in the restroom itself, naked Amy
just stood in the hallway.  A couple of guys came down the stairs and
paused to look at the nude beauty before going into the men's room.  Amy
shifted uncomfortably as she really needed to pee before the next class
session and time was running out.  But one of the women came and Amy
scooted into the stall to do her business.  She got back to the stage in
the classroom just before the 9 o'clock bell rang. Whiteside gave Amy a
silent look of concern as if to say "you cut that rather close" as she came
back up to address the class.  "Good morning, everyone.  As you can see,
we're back to just one model." She glanced down at Craig Massaro and said,
"Craig, all of us ladies wish to thank you again for posing yesterday. 
Now, you can go back to just being an artist today and sketching this
gorgeous naked lady." Massaro blushed, tentatively lifted his hand, waved
briefly to the class, and then nodded at Whiteside. Whiteside went on, "And
yesterday's poses reminded me of the wonderful contrasts between the human
female form and the male form.  So, we're going to continue that today. 
Sorry, ladies, no more nude males, but I do want to contrast Amy's gorgeous
naked form against clothed males from the class.  So all of you guys out
there, please be prepared to come up when I ask you to.  I won't expect you
to do the drawing for those poses that you're part of.  So, for the first
pose, I want a football quarterback.  Let's see, how about you, Jason
Bradley?  Please come on up here.  Oh, Amy, please go get a football from
the props cabinet." Amy made a quick trip to the back of the room to get
the football, and she handed it to Whiteside as she returned to the
platform.  Whiteside said, "Okay, Amy, you are going to be the center who
will hike the ball to Mr.  Bradley.  I think both of you know what that
position is like.  I want you in profile to the class so that they can see
Amy's swaying boobs and the quarterback's hands waiting for the ball." Amy
blushed as she re-took the football from the instructor, bent down in a
hiking position with her two hands on the resting football.  Whiteside came
up and pinned up Amy's hair so that it wouldn't block any views.  And Amy
flinched when she felt Brock's hands between her legs; his left hand was
touching her pussy lips and she could feel the tips of the fingers of his
widely spread right hand against the inside of her legs. Just then, Amy
thought of her brother, also named Jason, who had been a quarterback in
high school.  What if it had been her own brother with his hands lightly
touching her very private parts?  She quivered slightly at the thought and
felt her breasts jiggle beneath her.  As her eyes started to water at the
embarrassing thought, she heard Whiteside ask, "Amy, are you okay?  What's
wrong?" The nude girl meekly responded, "Nothing, just a brief chill."
Whiteside said, "Okay.  Oh, Amy, don't look down; look up, straight ahead.
And why don't you do a couple of practice hikes so that you and Jason can
get the feel of the situation?" Hesitantly, Amy hiked the ball between her
bare legs and into Bradley's hands.  His hands brushed against her pussy
and asshole as he took the ball and pulled back as if to pass.  Whiteside
had them resume the stance, and they repeated the practice hike; this time
Whiteside told Amy to stand up and cross her arms as if blocking an
oncoming defensive player. The instructor then said, "Okay, good.  You've
got the feel for the pose now.  So, let's hold that for the next 15 minutes
or so.  We'll pause a couple of times to let you both rest and stretch." By
the time the 15 minutes were up, Amy was getting turned on by the slight
touches on her pussy, and she felt her juices just starting to flow.  And
she knew that Bradley's hands were getting a bit damp.  As they finished,
they smiled wanly at each other, and Amy saw him wipe his hands on his
jeans. But Amy was still deeply embarrassed about thinking of her brother's
hands between her naked legs like Bradley's had just been.  Her brother had
never touched her sexually.  In fact, they had never "played doctor" like
so many kids had done, and she couldn't really remember the last time that
he had seen her naked; it was probably when their mother had them share a
bath when she was only about 5 years old and Jason was 3 at the time.  Amy
could understand the coincidence of having a quarterback named Jason in
this pose, but it still troubled her that she would think such a
humiliating idea about her loving brother.  She had talked to her brother a
few times in the last two weeks including last night, but she had not told
him about all of the shaming experiences that she had gone through; she
might tell him sometime, but not now.  She didn't want her "little" brother
to know how badly his "big" sister was behaving. Before Bradley could leave
the platform, Whiteside asked him, "Oh, Jason, please help Amy carry up one
of those big folding tables." And so the clothed quarterback and the naked
snapper walked to the back of the room and brought up one of the long
tables.  Whiteside said, "Okay, good.  Thanks, Jason.  Now, Amy, please set
this up and put 3 folding chairs behind it.  I'll get a nice looking table
cloth to cover this thing." And Amy struggled to unfold the legs and tip up
the table.  Then, she got three folding chairs and set them up as Whiteside
had asked behind the table.  She was wondering what the instructor had in
mind. Whiteside was carrying some black clothing and she said, "Okay, now
let's see.  Mister Culbertson, Mister Workman, and Mister Jacobs, please
come up here." The three guys, Matt Culbertson, Bob Workman, and Steve
Jacobs, came up and stood next to Amy.  Whiteside then held out the
garments and said, "Gentlemen, please put on these robes, and then put on
your best judicial faces, because you're going to be a panel of judges in
the next pose.  Please be seated with Steve in the middle.  Amy, please
stand in front of the table, back about 3 feet or so." They all took their
assigned spots, and Whiteside continued, "All right.  Amy, please loosely
clasp your hands behind your butt and then tilt your head down just a bit
as if looking penitent.  And Steve, I want you pointing and looking right
at her pussy.  Amy blushed again as she stood there with Jacobs's finger
pointing at her pubic area.  Finally, Whiteside said, "Good.  Now, hold
that for the next 15 minutes or so." Even though this was an embarrassing
pose for her, it was an easy one for Amy, and she patiently held still
while the class sketched the scene. After they finished, Amy quickly folded
up the table and chairs; Bob Workman helped her carry them to the storage
area at the back of the room.  And then the naked girl returned to the
stage and stood next to Whiteside who said, "Okay, for the day's last pose,
I want the other 8 guys who haven't been up here yet today to come up and
join us.  This is going to be naked Amy surrounded by 8 fully clothed
males." Amy blushed, but she had to admit that she was intrigued by this
idea for a pose. Whiteside led the naked girl to the middle of the stage
and said, "Okay.  Let's see now, who's the tallest here?  Ah, you two, one
of you behind her left shoulder, the other her right shoulder.  And I want
the two shortest guys standing at each side of her, maybe back just a few
inches.  And then you 4 average guys, I want two of you kneeling in front
of the two standing guys and the other two lying on your side on the ground
with your heads in front of her feet facing the class." Whiteside made the
adjustments including swapping a couple of the guys.  Then she said, "You
four lowest ones, I want you pointing at Amy's pussy.  Get your fingers
within a couple of inches of that special spot; it's okay if you touch her
thighs, but don't actually touch her vulva." Each of the four guys reached
out an index finger and pointed.  Whiteside made the adjustments and then
she continued, "And you top four, I want you pointing at her nipples.  The
guys in back can reach over her shoulders.  I want your finger resting on
her breast about an inch from the areola." Amy shivered at their touch as
Whiteside made the final adjustments. The nude girl was now completely
surrounded by these 8 guys who were pointing at her tits and pussy. 
Whiteside said, "Okay, class, get sketching.  With 9 people in the drawing,
I understand that this is going to be a challenge.  But give it your best
effort." As the minutes passed, the light touches of their fingers on her
skin got Amy a little bit aroused, and she could feel the dampness
returning between her legs and her nipples stiffening up.  She briefly
closed her eyes in an effort to lower her arousal, but Whiteside said,
"Amy, keep your eyes open." They held the pose until the bell rang at 10
minutes before the hour.  Each of the 8 guys shook hands with Amy, but she
knew that she couldn't linger.  She excused herself, waved to Dr. 
Whiteside, slipped on her panties, and left. She had no trouble making it
to Becker Hall in time for the journalism exam.  And she found the exam to
be pretty easy.  She was thankful for the opportunity to use her brain for
a couple of hours instead of her naked body.

   Chapter 60 - Good Golly, That's My G-Spot

   Last night, Amy had received an email message from Dr.  Beaupre saying
that he would pick her up at the same spot as the previous Thursday and
that they would provide her with lunch before the experiments began.  She
had smiled at his email signature line which read "Go Red Sox, beat the
f*&@*ng Yankees!!!" But now as she stood on the street corner waiting for
his white Buick to arrive, she realized that she had mixed emotions. On the
one hand, she was feeling good because she had just finished her last final
exam of her college career, and she thought she had done very well on it.
Also, she smiled, because she would soon be able to talk baseball for a few
minutes with the nice Dr.  Beaupre. But she also noticed that she was
involuntarily adjusting her panties which had bunched up in her crease
while sitting for almost 2 hours as she took the exam, and she was aware of
the lunch time crowd smirking at her as she smoothed out her only piece of
clothing.  And so she was back to using her body rather than her brain; she
was very apprehensive about the upcoming hours of experiments at Wytham.
She stood on the curb waiting for Beaupre to arrive.  She remembered the
embarrassing incident with the city policeman, and she made certain this
time to remain on the campus side of the street.  She hoped that Beaupre
would arrive from the correct direction so that she would not have to cross
the street's centerline into the city's jurisdiction.  After a couple of
minutes, she heard a short horn beep and saw the Buick arriving on her
left. She was glad to get in the car and hide her breasts from the view of
the crowd which had been gathering as she waited. As she got in, Beaupre
said, "Hi, Amy, how are you doing today?  How was your exam?" She smiled at
him, and they spent a minute or so small talking about her exam as he drove
away.  She was still nervous about what was going to happen to her the rest
of the day, but she also wanted to talk about her favorite sport with this
pleasant man.  She said to him, "I really liked your signature line on your
email last night.  When I saw it, I realized that I hadn't heard how the
Bosox did in yesterday's game.  And I was elated when I saw on the MLB web
site that we did beat the fucking Yanks.  Oh, please excuse my language,
but I really despise the Yankees." And then they spent the rest of the 5
minute journey happily discussing and dissecting the 3-1 Boston victory.
They continued to talk about baseball as they walked into the aging
building, and they paused at his office door to let her take off her
panties and hang them on the hook.  This briefly stopped the friendly
conversation as the now totally naked girl and the nattily dressed man
entered his outer office.  They opened the door to find the group of
researchers already gathered around the big table and just beginning to eat
lunch.  Even though she had been naked around all of these men before, Amy
was still embarrassed as they all looked at her; she had to fight off the
impulse to cover herself up.  She and Beaupre took the last two seats at
the table. She smiled and quietly said hello to everyone.  Then she grabbed
a paper plate, and took a small sandwich from the pile on the platter. 
Beaupre resumed talking about baseball, and the group chimed in with their
opinions. About 15 minutes later, Beaupre said, "Okay, gang.  Let's get
going with the experiment.  Oh, I forgot to mention that Chancellor Knoxx
and a few other 'higher ups' will be joining us later.  Originally, they
were going to be here for lunch and then spend the afternoon, but he called
this morning and said they would stop by later this afternoon.  So, let's
get on down to Cajun." Amy hesitantly stood up with the rest of the group.
She was actually glad that Knoxx hadn't been here for lunch, but she was
still dreading the experiments and then the committee's visit to observe
her.  And she wondered why Beaupre didn't say anything about the Norwegian
researchers.  Had that part of this afternoon's plans been changed, too?
She just quietly followed the group out the door and into the hallway.  The
group of men in their white lab coats surrounded the single naked girl. 
She glanced briefly at her panties hanging on the hook in the hallway; she
knew that she wouldn't be seeing them for the next several hours. In the
lab, Amy submissively walked up onto the little platform and just stood
there, arms at her sides, as she awaited instructions.  After a few
moments, the others had taken their posts, the interns at the console and
Beaupre and LaSalle next to her on the platform.  Beaupre said, "Okay, Amy,
as you know, we're going to continue with our single point stimulation
experiments, and today the single point will be your G-spot." She briefly
nodded at him and then looked down between her bare breasts at her feet. 
He went on, "The overall setup will be like we did last week with the
clitoris experiment; that is, you'll be seated in this special chair, and
we'll attach the sensors to various parts of your body.  And we'll need to
strap you down again so you don't hurt yourself from involuntary movement.
All right, please have a seat." Amy reluctantly sat down in the strange
chair with her butt right over the opening.  She put her wrists in the
cuffs expecting someone to hook them tightly, but Beaupre said, "Oh, Amy.
We're going to do some prep work first, and we don't need the cuffs or
sensors for that.  Please just relax." Amy was relieved and just shifted
her butt to a slightly more comfortable position. Beaupre continued, "Amy,
every woman has a G-spot in her vagina, but it's not in precisely the same
place in each woman.  So, we need to find exactly where your G-spot is.  We
could do this with some instruments, but we think using a finger is a
better technique.  So, please spread your legs wide and let Dr.  LaSalle
insert his finger into your vagina and move it around a little bit a couple
of inches up on the front wall.  And we are going to ask you to tell us
when he has touched the right spot.  Understand?" Amy was stunned, but she
just said, "Okay." She spread her legs wide and then squirmed as she felt
him spread her pussy lips and stick his index finger into her opening.  She
felt his finger moving up and down and then a little bit side to side, and
after a moment, she gasped, "Ahh.  That's it." LaSalle said, "Good.  Now,
just to be certain, let me start from scratch." And he pulled his finger
out, wiped it off, and then slid it back into her again.  He went right to
the same spot, and Amy's eyes widened as she confirmed, "Yes, that's the
spot." He held his finger on the spot, and Beaupre joined the fray between
her legs with a magic marker to mark a spot on LaSalle's finger where it
just entered her pussy lips. LaSalle held up his finger for Amy and said,
"See, the mark just below the second knuckle.  That shows that your G-spot
is almost two inches from the opening.  Now, what we need to do is to
attach a tiny stimulating nub to this dildo in just the right spot." And
she gasped as she saw the size of the large dildo that he picked up from
the nearby table.  He went on, "Since we know your vaginal depth is eight
inches, we need to have a dildo at least that long; this one is nine
inches. We're going to insert this all the way into you and make a similar
mark on it.  And then using that mark and the one on my finger, we'll know
where to attach the stimulating nub.  Ready?" She looked down at her
nipples and saw that they were already erect, and it almost felt like they
were twitching.  But she looked at the man and said, "Yeah, go ahead."
LaSalle again spread her pussy lips with one hand, and then slowly slid the
long lubricated dildo into her.  She breathed heavily as the phallus worked
its way to its maximum depth.  She closed her eyes, but she felt Beaupre's
hand come in and draw the mark on the phallus.  And she continued the heavy
breathing as LaSalle removed the dildo. She still had her eyes closed when
LaSalle said, "That was good, Amy.  But just to be sure, we need to do that
again." She just nodded as best she could, and she felt it slide in all the
way again.  And after Beaupre said that the mark was in the right spot, she
gasped as it was slid a bit too quickly out of her. Beaupre said, "All
right, Amy, do you want to take a break now?  We need to spend a few
minutes attaching the nub and setting up the equipment.  Maybe you want to
use the restroom before we start?" Amy quietly said, "Yes, I would." And
she wobbily got up from the chair.  Beaupre held her elbow for a few
seconds until she said, "Thanks.  I'm okay now." And the naked girl slowly
walked out the door and down the hall to the ladies room. She was the only
person in the restroom, and she stood looking at herself in the mirror. 
She was still breathing somewhat heavily, and she lightly touched her
nipples - they were still rock hard.  And she felt the dampness in her
pussy just beginning to trickle down her leg.  She whispered out loud, "I'm
already turned on, and they hadn't even started doing the experiments yet!
All of this came just from the preparation." She used the toilet and then
cleaned herself up as best she could.  One last long glance at her naked
body in the mirror, and then she sighed and returned to the lab. They all
smiled at her as she climbed the two steps onto the platform.  Beaupre
said, "Please have a seat, and Logan will do the setup." She hesitatingly
sat down and let the nerdy intern attach her wrists to the cuffs on the
arms of the chair, and she obediently spread her legs wide to let him hook
the other cuffs to her ankles and straps to her thighs.  He also pulled the
large strap tightly across her bare tummy.  She twisted her butt just a bit
to get it positioned over the hole in a slightly more relaxing position.
Cranfield then attached the little electrical sensor pads: one on her
forehead, one near the top of each breast, one on each arm, and then two on
her inner thighs just a couple of inches from her pussy.  He then showed
her the anal monitor with its two bulbs at the end of the short metal rod.
She smiled languidly at him and just nodded.  He got down below the chair,
spread her butt cheeks, and said, "Okay, Amy, push like you're taking a
shit, and that will open you just enough to slide this in." Amy blushed and
then pushed, and Cranfield slid the first bulb in past her sphincter.  She
gasped as it settled itself in place in her ass.  Cranfield looked up at
Beaupre and said, "Okay, she's ready." Beaupre said, "Good job, Logan. 
Thanks.  And now, Amy, remember last week how we did the clitoris
experiment with the dildo?" Amy nodded and Beaupre held up the dildo and
continued, "Well, this is going to be very, very similar.  We're going to
shove, er, I'm sorry, I mean, we're going to slide the dildo into your
vagina, inflate it so that it is tight, adjust it to make sure that the
little nub is on your G-spot, and then stimulate you for 30 minutes varying
the oscillation rate along the way.  Then, we'll let you rest for 15 or 20
minutes and then repeat the experiment again.  Are you ready?" Amy could
feel sweat forming under her armpits, but she just said, "Yes, I'm ready."
With that, Beaupre knelt down in front of the naked splayed out girl and
carefully spread her pussy lips apart.  And with his other hand, slid the
dildo slowly into her.  He watched her tummy and breasts rise and fall as
the device moved slowly up til it hit the cervix.  He rested a hand on her
stomach and said, "Okay, Amy, now I'm going to inflate it." He attached the
tube to the end of the dildo and slowly pumped it up so that it filled
Amy's vagina.  Then, he connected the wire to the end of the dildo, and
said, "All right.  I think we're ready to go, but first, Travis, give her
just a short burst, and Amy, tell me whether that nub is stimulating your
G-spot." Winstead turned the device on just briefly, and Amy didn't react
very much.  She shook her head and said, "I think the thing is too high up;
I don't think is really hitting my G-spot." Beaupre frowned and looked at
the device which was protruding just an inch or so from her pussy.  And
then he said, "Ahh, I think I see the problem.  When I inflated it, it
crept a little higher up into you.  I can tell that, because the black mark
on the dildo is not visible; it should be just outside your vaginal lips;
it must be just inside a little bit.  I'm going to deflate the thing and
ease it out just a little bit before re-inflating." He spent a couple of
minutes making the adjustments making sure that the mark was visible
outside her pussy lips after pumping air in again.  He said, "I think it's
okay now.  Travis, give it another quick burst." Again the intern flipped
on the device for just a couple of seconds, and this time, Amy, flinched
noticeably and her eyes widened.  She said, "Oh my, I think it's in the
right spot now." Beaupre said, "Good.  And Amy, I'm sorry for not getting
right the first time." She just smiled at him.  Beaupre then said, "Okay,
we're going to run this for the next 30 minutes, and I'm going to have
Travis vary the oscillation rate over quite a range.  Go to it, Travis, but
start her off slowly and we'll build up the rate as we go." Winstead set
the knob to low speed and then flipped the switch to turn it on again.  And
Amy let out a moan as the little nub started to slowly rub against her
G-spot. For the next twenty five minutes, Beaupre had Winstead vary the
oscillation rate up and down.  Beaupre asked the men to watch for signs of
cramping, and they all watched the naked girl writhe in her restraints. 
She came three times almost screaming as she reached orgasm.  Her pussy
juices were flowing freely and her tits were fully erect. Beaupre finally
said, "Okay, Travis, let's do what we did last week.  Speed it up again to
see if we can get one last orgasm out of her for this session." Again, Amy
almost screamed, "Ohhhh, my goodness, aaaaahhhh, . . ." and her eyes
widened as she crested in orgasm thrashing around as much as her bonds
would permit.  The aroma of her arousal filled the room. Beaupre watched
her closely for a few minutes and then said, "Travis, that's enough for
this time.  Very slowly reduce the rate to bring her back to normal.  But
remember, even after you're back to zero, be sure to leave the sensors and
monitor turned on; we want the data from the cool down period recorded as
well." They let the naked woman lie there for several minutes as she slowly
returned to normal.  Finally, Beaupre came up and said, "Well, Amy.  How
are you doing?" As he gently pushed the hair away from her eyes, she said
very slowly, "Uhhh, I gue...ss I'm okay.  That was a real...ly powerful
exper...ience.  I think I came three ti...mes." He continued to wipe the
hair off of her face and said, "Actually, it was four times.  Now, like
last week, we want you to just rest here in the chair, because we'd have to
take out the anal monitor if you want to get up.  But if you really want
to, then of course, we'll undo it.  So, I'm going to uncuff your arms and
then you can . . ." Just at that moment, the door opened and Chancellor
Knoxx and his committee walked in.  They paused when they detected the
strong smell of female arousal and they saw the naked, sweating girl
strapped to the chair. As he entered the big room, Knoxx boomed, "Good
afternoon, everyone.  We've just come to watch.  Please continue." But he
walked directly over in front of Amy's chair and said, "Well, Miss Suzuki,
I'm glad to see that you're following through on your community service
project this afternoon." Amy was still dazed, but she lifted her head and
shoulders as best she could considering that she was still tightly
restrained.  Her eyes were still watered over as she looked between her
breasts with their erect nipples at the man, and she said, "Whaaa...at? 
Whooo...?" But Beaupre came over before she could say anything else, and
told Knoxx, "Hello, sir.  She's just finishing up an experiment, and she's
still a bit woozy after having several orgasms." Knoxx looked disappointed
and said, "Oh, Dr.  Beaupre, I'm sorry to hear that we missed the
experiment.  But it's still early yet, and I assume that there will be more
action today?" Beaupre tried to hide his disgust at Knoxx's disregard for
Amy's condition, but he said, "No, we're going to repeat the G-spot
experiment in a few minutes.  Please have a seat." Knoxx replied, "Okay,
that's good.  But we'd like to understand this experiment from the
beginning.  So, could you let her up so we can see the setup with that
special chair before you re-run the test?" Beaupre frowned, but he nodded
and said, "Okay, that will take some extra time, but I guess we don't
really have any time constraints today, do we?  Logan, please remove the
devices and then undo the restraints.  And then help Amy to her feet.  Help
her down the hall to the restroom if she wants to go there." Knoxx and his
crew looked on as Cranfield removed the dildo and detached the sensors. 
Then, he whispered in Amy's ear, "Amy, give a good push and I'll remove the
anal monitor." Amy was coming around now, and she understood what Cranfield
wanted her to do.  She basically shit the monitor out into Cranfield's
hand. Then after Cranfield undid the cuffs and straps, he helped the naked
girl stand up next to the chair. Since she was covered in sweat and her
hair was a tangled mess, Beaupre said quietly, "Amy, why don't you go down
and take a quick shower before we continue.  While you're gone, I'll
explain the experiment to these gentlemen." Amy smiled at him and turned to
leave.  But she immediately stumbled over her own feet, and Cranfield
caught her before she fell.  The nerdy intern then held Amy's elbow and arm
and slowly led her out the door and down the hall to the ladies room.  He
was all set to go in with her, but she held up her hand and said, "Thanks,
Logan, but I'm okay now.  But you can do me a favor.  There is no comb and
hair brush in there.  Can you go find those and bring them back to me?  If
you can't find them in the lab, I've got a comb in my backpack, the left
outside pocket." He said, "Sure.  Go ahead and take your shower, and I
should be back waiting outside here when you're done." And he dashed off
down the hallway as Amy slowly walked into the restroom. Amy didn't know
what time it was, but she was in no hurry to get back to the lab to put on
a show for Knoxx and the others.  She found a couple of hairpins and pinned
up her hair, and then she slowly took a shower thoroughly washing off the
sweat and the pussy juice.  She dried herself with another of the big
fluffy white towels.  She wrapped the towel around her and sat down on the
bench to gather her thoughts, but after just a moment, the restroom door
opened and Amy immediately dropped the towel from around her.  A middle
aged lady came around into the room and around a corner just as Amy's towel
dropped to the floor. Naked Amy faced the stranger, who smiled and said,
"Hello, you must be Amy.  Logan's outside and he said to give you this comb
and brush." She handed them to Amy and then went into one of the stalls. 
Amy then spent a few minutes combing and brushing her hair so that it at
least looked a little bit presentable.  As she was finishing, the lady
re-appeared and Amy said, "Thanks for these.  I think my hair looks kind of
okay now." The lady smiled at her again and said, "Yes, it does.  And good
luck with the Norwegians this evening." And the lady left. Amy was puzzled
about the comment, but she gave her hair a few more brushes and then she
went back out to the hallway.  She thanked Cranfield, and he explained that
the lady was LaSalle's secretary.  And then the two of them silently walked
back to the lab. When she walked into the lab, the naked girl wordlessly
stepped up onto the platform and turned to face Knoxx and the committee who
were seated in the front row of auditorium seats.  She just bowed her head
and waited.  She wasn't sure what would happen next, because the
researchers were standing off to the side with their arms crossed.  After a
moment, Knoxx said, "Well, Miss Suzuki, you look better.  And how are you
feeling?" Amy meekly said, "Thanks.  I'm fine." Knoxx said, "Well, good,
I'm glad to hear it.  Now, before you do the next experiment, let's go
ahead and do our usual afternoon meeting with you right here." He turned to
the 5 researchers and said, "Please, gentlemen, stay where you are.  This
won't take long." From his chair, Knoxx returned his gaze to the naked girl
in front of him and went on, "This should be short today.  We're planning
to spend the next few hours here quietly observing, but first why don't you
tell us how your day has gone so far?" In a very soft voice, Amy started,
"It's been fine.  I did my posing . . ." Knoxx interrupted, "Miss Suzuki,
please speak up.  We all want to hear this." Amy looked down at her bare
breasts which heaved as she took in a deep breath, and then she looked up
and said in a fairly loud voice, "As I was saying, I did my posing for the
art classes this morning." And she went on to describe the poses after
Knoxx prodded her.  And she told him that her last final exam had seemed
pretty easy. Finally, Knoxx said, "Okay.  Now, you remember your
assignments for tomorrow.  Posing in the nude again in the morning and then
the Prime Cut auction in the afternoon followed by the panty auction
preparation tomorrow night." She was annoyed that he spelled out these
embarrassing tasks in front of the Wytham researchers and interns, but she
just said, "Yes, I will be there for all of those." Although she still had
no clue what a "Prime Cut" auction was. Knoxx then said, "As far as your
next pair of panties is concerned, I took the liberty of hanging them on
the hook outside of room 144.  And I have your old pair here, and I'll take
them back to the office tomorrow morning." He pulled her off-white panties
out of his pocket and showed them to her and the assembled men.  Again, she
was annoyed at the show he was putting on for the Wytham guys, but she knew
that he was doing it intentionally to embarrass her even just a little bit
more. Knoxx turned to Beaupre and said, "Okay, Doctor, she's all yours. 
But we may ask a few questions along the way, if you don't mind." Beaupre
came up on the platform next to Amy and said, "Thanks, Dr.  Knoxx.  Feel
free to ask questions.  Now, let's get started again.  Amy, please take a
seat, and Logan, please start hooking things up." Amy sat down and meekly
spread her legs and presented her wrists for cuffing.  Cranfield quickly
locked the cuffs and attached the straps.  Amy looked down the length of
her almost horizontal body and saw that Knoxx was sitting right in front of
her looking at her wide spread pussy.  Then, Cranfield attached the sensors
and explained to the committee what the sensors did.  Finally, he held up
the anal monitor, and Amy blushed as he described how it went in. As
Cranfield climbed down off the stage, Knoxx stood up and said to the other
three committee members, "Come on, guys, let's see how this thing works."
And he led them back behind Amy so that they could see her bare ass through
the hole in the chair.  They watched as Cranfield spread her cheeks and
asked her to push.  He fumbled the first try with the monitor dropping to
the floor, and then Amy didn't push hard enough the second try.  But
finally on the third try, the lubricated device slipped into place.  Amy
squirmed as she felt someone wiggle the metal post around; she assumed that
it was Knoxx who had done that, but it was actually Tyson Laird. Beaupre
then came up on the platform and said, "Now, as I showed you while Amy was
showering, this phallus device has a stimulating nub on it that we have
positioned just right, so that it rubs her G-spot.  I'm going to insert it
now." He positioned himself off to one side and LaSalle was on the other
side.  Amy took a deep breath as LaSalle spread her pussy lips and Beaupre
slowly slid in the dildo.  Knoxx and his crew had a clear view of the
device slowly entering Amy's vagina.  Beaupre inflated the dildo and
attached the wire.  Then, he said, "Okay, Travis.  Let's test it for a
second or two." The brief burst of oscillation caused Amy to flinch, and
she said, "Yeah, it's in the right spot this time." Beaupre said, "Good. 
So, Travis, start her up really, really slow and then steadily increase the
rate for several minutes." He turned to Knoxx and said, "We're going to run
this for half an hour.  Feel free to come up and watch the results on the
computer screen, although it's just a bunch of numbers and a few graphs."
The 30-minute session went much like the previous one.  Amy came three
times during which she moaned loudly.  Also, during one of the orgasms, she
strained against the tummy strap as she tried to lift her pubic mound
higher in the air.  Beaupre was alarmed because of the anal monitor; he
motioned for Cranfield to check it out.  Cranfield went down below the
orgasming girl and saw that even though the monitor was moving up and down
with her body, there was no danger of it hitting the chair.  He smiled as
he told Beaupre, "Doc, it's okay.  She won't get hurt." As before, they let
Amy rest for several minutes before undoing the sensors and restraints.  As
Cranfield went underneath to remove the anal monitor, Knoxx and Laird came
with him to observe as Amy expelled the device from her anus.  Amy blushed
in total embarrassment as the two men came back in front of her and held up
the monitor for her to see; she quickly closed her eyes and threw back her
head against the chair's headrest. The naked girl remained in the chair for
several more minutes.  She was still sweating profusely and her juices were
flowing from her pussy onto the floor beneath the chair.  Finally, Amy
tried to stand up on her own, but when Beaupre saw her legs shaking badly,
he said, "Logan!  Please give her a hand.  Help her to the restroom again."
It was an unusual sight as the strange couple left the lab and walked down
the hall.  The nerdy intern in a white lab coat helping the gorgeous naked
young woman struggle her way down the hall.  This time she did not protest
as he pushed open the door to the ladies room and helped Amy in and then
helped her to sit down on one of the benches in the ladies shower area.  He
stood there for a moment looking at the still dazed naked girl, but
eventually, she slowly said, "Thanks, Logan.  I can take it from here." And
so he left her sitting there on the bench. Amy sat there for a couple of
more minutes, but then she got up and took another quick shower.  She used
the brush and comb to fix up her hair, and then she wrapped the towel
around her again and sat back on the bench.  She wanted to stay there
wrapped in the towel forever, but she knew she had to get back to the lab.
And so she reluctantly hung the towel on the rack and walked naked back to
the lab where the men were waiting. When she opened the lab door, she was
only slightly surprised to see two new people in the room, a man and a
woman.  She supposed these were the Norwegians.

   Chapter 61 - The Norwegians

   Amy slowly trudged back up to the platform where Beaupre and LaSalle
were standing.  The men smiled at her, and Beaupre said, "Well, Amy, that
completes the experiments that we Wytham researchers wanted to do, and we
thank you for your cooperation.  Now, for the rest of the afternoon and
evening, Dr.  Knoxx wants you to help us work with some visiting
researchers.  Let me introduce, Sofie Magnusson and Anders Forsberg.  They
arrived from Norway a few days ago, and it has been very interesting for us
to learn about their techniques and for them to learn ours.  Anders and
Sofie, this is Amy Suzuki." The naked Amy smiled at them and reached out
her hand to greet them.  But there was a noticeable pause before Forsberg
stepped forward, smiled slightly, and limply shook her hand for just an
instant.  Magnusson just nodded, but Amy could tell that the woman was
looking over her naked body very closely in an almost clinical manner. 
Anders then said something in Norwegian to Sofie, and the two of them
circled Amy examining every inch of her pretty body. Forsberg then said
very slowly in a heavy accent, "Can we touch?" Amy wasn't sure who Forsberg
was addressing, but she knew what he wanted to touch.  She was almost ready
to say something, but Beaupre first said, "Yes, but please be gentle.  Amy,
please do as they ask." Amy stood there and thought to herself, "Uh, oh. 
This isn't starting out very well.  But I don't have any say in the
matter." She glanced pleadingly at Beaupre who just shrugged. Magnusson
came around in front of Amy.  Amy thought that the woman was in her mid
thirties; she was kind of pretty with shoulder length bleached blonde hair.
A prototypical Scandinavian female, Amy thought. Magnusson brushed Amy's
hair back over her shoulder so that it didn't cover any part of the naked
girl's front side.  Then, she lifted Amy's left breast and kind of cradled
it in her hands as if weighing it.  After a moment, she squeezed it and
then massaged the nipple.  Amy blushed a deep red, but she knew this was
only the beginning.  And then Magnusson did the same thing with Amy's right
breast, and Amy felt her nipples beginning to tighten up.  Magnusson
finally cracked a smirking smile as she felt the nipple harden. Next,
Magnusson stepped to Amy's side and looked at her naked form in profile. 
Then, the Norwegian lady lifted Amy's breast again, this time from the
side. Then she knelt down and looked closely at Amy's butt from the side,
and she put her hand under the cheek and lifted it a few times as if
bouncing a ball.  The woman then said something in a foreign language to
Forsberg, and they both laughed.  Just as the lady was getting up from her
knees, she squeezed both of Amy's butt cheeks a couple of times. And now it
was the man's turn as he faced Amy.  Amy guessed this guy was also in his
30's.  He was only average looking with darkish blond hair.  Like the
woman, he was slightly overweight. After looking over her boobs, the man
knelt down in front of Amy and gently patted her inner thighs.  Amy
blushed, but she knew that she had to comply; she meekly spread her legs.
Forsberg ran two fingers down her thin strip of pubic hair; one finger on
each side.  Then, he gently fluffed the dark hair before focusing on her
pussy.  He parted her lips and rolled her clit in his fingers.  Amy gasped
and briefly bent forward a tiny bit to get away from the man's intimate
touch.  He grunted his disapproval, and Amy glanced over at Knoxx, who was
scribbling something on a piece of paper.  Forsberg gently pushed on her
stomach so that she was standing upright again, and he reached both of his
hands between her legs.  With one hand, he spread her outer pussy lips, and
with the other, he slowly stuck his index finger into her most private
spot. She felt him rub around on the front wall until he found her G-spot.
And her eyes widened and her mouth opened as he lightly rubbed it. He
stopped his intimate inspection and stood up in front of her.  He said to
her, "Very nice.  Good responsive." Then, he and the woman stepped around
behind Amy, and Magnusson said in broken English, "Please bend front over.
Hands behind the back." And the lady came around to look at Amy from the
side, and she briefly massaged her dangling boobs.  Then, she said, "Okay,
please stay bent like that, but you put your hands on your knees while we
inspect back here.  Spread your legs tiny farther, if you please." "No",
Amy thought, "I am not pleased.  But I don't have a choice." And after she
spread as requested, she felt the Magnusson woman's hand spread her butt
cheeks.  And a moment later, Forsberg's finger circled her anal opening and
then he stuck it in an inch or so for just a moment.  They exchanged some
comments in Norwegian, and then, they both let go of her, but the woman
said, "Please stay that position.  I want probe your pussy from behind."
Tears formed in Amy's eyes as she stared at the floor with her long hair
hanging at the sides of her face.  She felt the woman's hand brush lightly
over her pussy from the rear, and then she felt Magnusson spread her lips
and stick a finger into Amy's pussy as far as it could go. As the woman
fingered Amy's pussy, the two Norwegians chattered away.  The woman finally
removed her finger, but she said almost gruffly, "Stay that position." And
then the man said, "Can give me a metering stick?" Beaupre said, "Metering
stick?  Oh, you mean a measuring stick of some sort?" Magnusson said, "Yes.
We want measure her vagina.  Do you have such device?" Beaupre said, "If
you mean her vaginal depth, then, yes, we do.  But we actually measured
Amy's depth a couple of weeks ago.  I believe the number was 8 inches, but
I'll check for sure." Forsberg said forcefully, "No, no, we do it.  Need
centimeters." Beaupre pulled out a calculator and said, "Oh, that's okay.
It's an easy conversion.  Eight inches is 20.32 centimeters." Magnusson
stepped in and said, "Please, we would like ourselves should do it.  We
want see what equipment you use for this measuring.  Remember we come here
for exchange informations.  Please get device for me." Amy noticed the
awkward English, but the meaning was still crystal clear. Beaupre sighed,
went to the cabinet, and came back with the cigar tube-like device.  He
handed it to the man and said, "This is what we used.  And look, it's got
readings in inches on one side and centimeters on the other." Forsberg
replied, "Thanks you.  Looks good.  Need lube?" Beaupre said, "Yes, we use
this K-Y Jelly with it." And he handed the tube to Forsberg. While the man
was preparing the tube, Magnusson came over and put a hand on Amy's bare
back.  She said, "Stay there.  We are going to take reading from back here,
and then next one standing up.  Understand?" Amy's eyes watered even more
as she answered, "Yes, I understand." Amy then felt the woman rub the
lubricant into her pussy, and a moment later she felt the tube being
slipped in.  She breathed heavily as the man pushed it slowly as far as it
would go. He left the tube in her as he got down and closely eyed the
readings.  Amy flinched as he turned the tube so he could read the metric
scale.  He said, "Sixteen five." Before he pulled it out, he said something
in Norwegian to the woman. Magnusson then translated, "He wants measure
your anus while you're in that position.  So, okay, please stay bent?" Amy
was almost sobbing now as he worked the jelly into her asshole.  Then, he
slowly shoved the tube up into her rear opening.  When the device hit the
bend in her colon, he said, "Twelve seven.  Please write down." As he
removed the tube from her ass, Magnusson said, "Stand up, but keep legs
medium apart." Amy stood up and waited for the inevitable.  Beaupre could
see that she was crying, and he handed her a tissue saying, "Here, Amy. 
For your eyes." She smiled at the nice man, wiped her eyes, and handed the
tissue back to him. Magnusson and Forsberg jabbered some more as he
carefully cleaned any fecal matter off the tube, and then the woman said to
Amy, "The jelly is still in there.  So, we don't need more." Forsberg then
repeated the vaginal measurement, but this time from the front with Amy
standing up.  She could feel his breath on her pussy as he got in close to
get the reading.  He said, "Twenty-one one", and he slipped the tube out of
her. Then they both went around behind Amy and the woman spread Amy's butt
cheeks.  The man then slowly shoved the tube up into Amy's ass again.  When
it hit the bend, he read off the measurement, "Twelve six." Amy gasped as
he quickly pulled it out and cleaned it off carefully again. Forsberg
handed the device back to Beaupre and said, "Thanks.  Good device. 
Centimeters better than inches, more precise." They both smiled. Beaupre
handed it to Cranfield and then picked up a box of tissues and held it out
to Amy.  She smiled at him, and she knew that these tissues were not for
her eyes this time.  She took a handful of tissues and as everyone watched,
she thoroughly wiped her pussy and asshole trying to remove the excess
lubricant. Magnusson then got up on the platform and was just about to
start talking when Beaupre interrupted, "Sorry, Sofie, but it's 5:30, and I
wanted to see what everyone wanted to do about dinner.  I was thinking I
could have something delivered.  Amy, are you hun. . ." Amy was just about
to answer that she wasn't hungry.  Actually, she was a bit hungry, but
mostly she just wanted to get this awful experience over with.  But
Magnusson spoke up first, "Sorry, please no food for her.  We don't want
her distraction for eating or using toilet." Amy was annoyed at having the
choice taken away from her, but she was happy to just get this whole thing
over as soon as possible. Beaupre said, "Amy, we promised you dinner.  I
think you should eat if you want." Amy quietly replied, "Thanks, Dr. 
Beaupre, but I'm fine." She almost added, "I want to get this over with and
go home", but she realized that Knoxx was still sitting right there and he
wouldn't like that answer. Beaupre sighed, "Well, okay, but I'm going to
get pizza for the rest of us.  Travis, please order it.  And, Amy, if you
need to use the bathroom, please let us know." Amy just turned as if to go
take a seat, but Beaupre said, "Amy, please stay here.  We want you to help
us decide what to do the rest of this evening." Magnusson said, "Okay, let
me continue.  Dr.  Beaupre, we watched you do G-spot test on her, and we
want talk to your team how we probably do it.  We think it better for
subject to stand rather than sit.  We still tie her, but only hands and
feet - no straps.  Have you considered that idea?" Beaupre shook his head
and said, "Sofie, please call me Pierre.  And, no, we haven't thought about
having Amy stand up while being stimulated.  Please explain what you have
in mind.  What's the advantage?  Why no straps?" Magnusson said, "All
right. Our device about one plus quarter meters width and two plus half
meters tall.  Made of heavy wood or metal.  Adjustable cuffs on top
crossing bar; fixed cuffs on bottom bar." Beaupre cut in, "So, it would be
about four feet wide and eight feet tall.  We would connect her wrists to
the upper handcuffs and her ankles to the lower cuffs.  Is that right?"
Magnusson smiled and said, "You understand me good.  Cuffs are vid spread;
so arm and leg vid apart." Beaupre interrupted again, "You said 'vid'. 
Does that mean 'wide'?" She replied, "So sorry for my poor English.  Yes,
'vid' is Norwegian word; it means 'wide'.  Now, no straps means she can
thrash wildly in orgasm; gives her more intense experience.  Standing with
spread legs gives ourselves easier access to vagina and anus." Amy blushed
as she heard this description.  She would be spreadeagled with the
stimulating dildo in her cunt and the anal monitor in her ass.  She wasn't
sure that the lack of straps would intensify the orgasm, but she was
certain that her reactions during an orgasm would be more readily apparent
to everyone nearby.  She hoped that this was just a hypothetical discussion
and that the Norwegians didn't have such a device to use today. Beaupre
must have been thinking the same thing, because he asked, "That sounds like
an interesting device, but you don't have such a device here, do you?"
Magnusson said, "Yes, in Oslo.  Not here.  But we talk Mr.  Thorson about
it, and he could make it fast." She gestured at Amy and asked, "Maybe she
be back tomorrow again?" Beaupre said, "No, Sofie, I'm sorry.  Amy is not
available to us after tonight." Magnusson sighed and said, "I thought that
way, too.  But Anders and I can use your chair for our experiments tonight.
Yes?" Beaupre said, "Oh, of course, Sofie.  We are all interested to see
what you and Anders can do with Amy.  Shall we get started?  Please
describe what you want to do." Magnusson said, "Thanks, Pierre.  Anders and
I think your experiments interesting, but not so real.  You name them
'Single Point Stimulation', but man and woman doing intercourse do many
stimulation points on the woman - clit, G-spot, breasts, buttocks, vagina,
neck, anus.  Many spots.  We want to do many stimulations on her." Beaupre
looked over at Amy and then back at Magnusson saying, "Yes, we agree that
our experiments are not similar to what happens during real lovemaking. 
Our experiments stimulate only one part at a time to collect data about
that spot.  We can certainly set Amy up for your multi-point stimulation
experiment, but please explain the scientific purpose of it." Magnusson
said, "Well, our purpose is learn about your equipment.  You have new
technology computers equipment.  We want verify that new computer makes
subject orgasm faster and longer than our old computer." Beaupre said,
"Ahh, I see.  So, it's more about how to use the equipment than about
sexual stimulation.  Is that right?" The woman nodded, "Yes, you are right.
We could read manuals about your computer, but practicing on the computer
with real woman attached would be better." Beaupre said, "Okay, we can do
that.  We can hook up Amy in the chair any way that you want, and we can
let you manipulate the computer controls.  You will be able to vary the
stimulation speed, select specific stimulation points, or view various
kinds of graphs.  You can even adjust the lighting and temperature of this
room.  Is that okay?" Magnusson merely said, "Yes, okay." Beaupre went on,
"Good.  The computer equipment is already set up for you, but we need to
figure out what stimulation devices you want to attach to Amy.  Did you
bring specific things with you?  We have almost anything you might need to
hook up to Amy and this computer." Magnusson was just about to respond when
Beaupre raised his hand and said, "Oh, sorry to interrupt.  I just
remembered that our pistoning equipment is out on loan; so, it's not
available.  But everything else is at your disposal." Magnusson looked
puzzled and said, "Pisning?  What that?" Beaupre replied, "My apologies for
the unusual word, it is pronounced 'pis-to-ning'.  When 'piston' is used as
a verb in English, it means to go in and out.  This piece of equipment is a
machine that drives a phallus in and out of a body opening such as a vagina
or anus.  We actually have two of them, but they are both loaned out.  I'm
sorry." Knoxx piped up in an irritated tone, "Dr.  Beaupre, who did you
loan this to?  Are they local?  Can we get the devices back here in the
next hour or so?" Beaupre said, "Sorry, Dr.  Knoxx, but we lent both of
them to Chalfont Research over in Vermont.  So, they are not readily
available.  Again, I apologize." Knoxx sighed and said, "Oh, that's too
bad, because they sound just like the kind of thing I was hoping to use to
raise the intensity of Miss Suzuki's punishment this evening." Amy had just
been standing there naked with her hands at her sides for the last few
minutes, but now she glanced from Knoxx to Beaupre and back to Knoxx.  She
could see that the Chancellor was clearly annoyed by Beaupre's "mistake".
She assumed that Beaupre would be penalized somehow; she wasn't too worried
about that, but she was worried that Knoxx would use it as some sort of an
excuse to punish her.  But it was out of her hands.  She saw Knoxx write
something on his pad of paper, and she just bowed her head and looked down
her body at her pubic strip and her bare feet. As Knoxx disgustedly flipped
his hand in a gesture to indicate that they should continue, Beaupre said,
"Sofie, please tell us what you want." The woman said, "The 'pist-ning'
device would be good, but it's not here.  We want stimulation on both
breasts and her clitoris.  And we want vibrate dildo in vagina and ass.  We
have those dildos.  But need other." Beaupre smiled at her and said, "Good.
We have the devices for her nipples and her clit.  And if Anders can show
the dildos to Cranfield, he can figure out how to hook them up to our
equipment.  Of course, we will let you and Anders connect the dildos and
other things to Amy's body in any way that you wish." Amy's eyes widened
and she slightly raised her head as if looking to the heavens for help, but
she quickly lowered her head and looked over at Knoxx and his committee to
see if they noticed her mistake.  She was relieved to see that the men
seemed to be focused on Beaupre and Magnusson right now rather than her. 
But actually Brandon Kirkpatrick had noticed her reaction, and he made a
mental note of it. Forsberg brought up a little case and as he handed it to
Magnusson, he whispered something in her ear.  He then left and went out
the door. Beaupre looked at the case and asked, "Are the dildos in there?"
Magnusson nodded and Beaupre continued, "Good.  Logan, I want you and Sofie
to connect these to our equipment.  And Travis, please go get the nipple
and clit stimulators that we used with Amy last week." He turned to the
naked girl and said, "Amy, this setup is going to take a couple of minutes.
You can just rest in the chair til we're ready." Amy gave him a brief smile
and then stepped up onto the platform and sat down in the strange chair.
Cranfield looked at the vibrators and determined that the electrical
connections were a bit different, but he quickly found the appropriate
converters in his tool box.  And he hooked them up and let Magnusson test
them in her hands. Winstead hooked up the suction-cup devices to the
console and briefly tested each of them.  He showed them to Magnusson, who
just nodded her agreement.  But he had to look in several drawers before he
finally found the little pad with a nub on it that they would use on Amy's
clitoris.  Again, he tested it and Magnusson agreed. Just then, Amy noticed
Forsberg coming up onto the stage, and she assumed that he was going to
attach the cuffs and straps.  She obediently rested her wrists on the arms
of the chair and spread her legs so her ankles were near the cuffs.  And
she sighed as she leaned back.  She was just about to close her eyes when
she noticed what Forsberg was getting out of a paper bag he had brought
with him - shaving cream and a razor.  She reflexively started to close her
legs, but she stopped as she realized that might be a mistake.  But she did
say, "Umm, Dr.  Beaupre, could you . . ." Beaupre looked over and saw what
was about to happen.  And he stepped up on the platform and said, "Anders,
please hold it for a minute.  We need to talk about this." But Anders
looked determined and said, "We shave her down there.  No want hair for
experiment." And he squirted a dollop of shaving cream on Amy's pubic
mound. Now Beaupre gently pushed Forsberg to the side and repeated,
"Please, Anders.  Let's discuss this." Forsberg backed away as Magnusson
returned to the stage.  Beaupre looked at them and said, "We have an
agreement with another professor that we will not shave Amy's pubic hair.
As a researcher, I understand why you want to shave it off, but the
instructor for the art class that she poses for wants it to look like this
for artistic reasons." He turned to Amy and continued, "Amy, are you
finished posing for Dr.  Whiteside?  If so, maybe we should allow Anders to
shave you?" Amy shook her head and said, "No, I'm not done.  I pose for the
classes tomorrow morning and then I think that Dr.  Whiteside wants me to
pose again at the art and wine festival on Saturday." Beaupre turned back
to the Norwegians and said, "I'm sorry, but please do not shave her today.
But I can show you how we attached the clitoris stimulator last week off to
the side of the strip of pubic hair.  It worked out okay." Forsberg and
Magnusson conversed briefly in Norwegian, and then they both shrugged as
Magnusson said, "Okay, we understand." And Forsberg said, "Sorry" as he
tossed a towel to Amy.  The naked girl blushed as she stood up and wiped
the glob of shaving cream off of her pubes. There was a slight pause and
then Beaupre said, "Well, okay.  I guess we're ready to get going.  Amy,
please have a seat.  Logan, please attach the cuffs and straps.  And I will
help Sofie and Anders attach the sensors and stimulators, if they need it."
Amy sat back in the big chair and numbly let Cranfield connect the cuffs
and straps.  Then, Forsberg came up and attached the sensors to her arms,
inner thighs, breasts, forehead, and an extra one just above the strip of
pubic hair.  He attached the breast sensors to the sides of her boobs
rather than above them. Next, he massaged her right nipple until it was
erect, and then he attached the suction cup device to it.  He repeated
those steps on her left breast. Amy closed her eyes as she knew where he
was headed next, and she flinched just a bit when she felt fingers separate
her pussy lips to expose her clit.  She looked down just as Beaupre reached
in to extract her clit from its tiny hiding spot.  He rolled her clit with
his fingers and Amy gasped.  Beaupre then showed Forsberg where to position
the little pad so that the nub was right over the engorged clitoris. Amy
was breathing heavily now as Forsberg spread her pussy lips farther down
and slipped in the vibrator.  It was fatter than the earlier dildo, and Amy
thought it was tight enough already.  But Magnusson came up with a small
can of compressed air and inflated the vibrator so that it really did fill
her vagina. Magnusson and Forsberg conversed briefly in Norwegian, and then
Forsberg went under the chair.  Amy flinched again as the man spread her
cheeks and slid the other vibrator into her butt.  Magnusson also inflated
this one.  To Amy, this one felt like a turd that she needed to expel, and
she involuntarily tried to force it out.  But it did not budge. Beaupre
said, "Well, Sofie, I think we're set to go.  How long to do you want to
run it?" She gave him a puzzled look and replied, "Of course, we run it all
night." Amy gasped, and Beaupre said, "Uhh, Sofie, we don't think that's
appropriate.  The longest Amy has been stimulated was 30 minutes, and then
we let her rest." Magnusson said, "Oh, no.  Need much longer for good
test." Beaupre looked at Amy and said quietly, "Maybe we could do an hour?"
Amy knew how she must answer that question, and she said, "Okay." Before
Beaupre could say something to Magnusson, the lady said, "How late she be
here tonight?" Beaupre said, "We want to finish by . . ." At that instant,
Knoxx interrupted and said, "There's not really a fixed time to finish. 
Let's figure out what our Norwegian friends want, and then we can negotiate
from there." Magnusson repeated, "We want all night." Beaupre was
exasperated now and said, "No, Sofie, we're not going to do it all night.
All of us, including Amy, need to get home tonight.  It's 5:45 now, and in
my situation, I told my family that I would be home a little after 8.  And
I know Travis has a final exam tomorrow that he needs to study for." He
looked over at Newman and LaSalle and said, "Pat, Dennis?  When do you need
to be home?  And Logan, what about you?" Newman said, "Well, I'm not really
constrained.  Midnight?" Amy gasped loudly and Knoxx looked up at her.
LaSalle said, "9 o'clock at the latest." Cranfield shrugged and said, "Any
time is okay for me." Beaupre gave Knoxx an angry look and said, "Dr. 
Knoxx, as I remember it, Amy's schedule said 8 o'clock.  Also, remember
that she has art class posing at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning.  Please help
us figure this out." Knoxx looked irritated as he said, "Well, Dr. 
Beaupre, I need to point out that Miss Suzuki is available after 8 o'clock
tonight.  The 8 PM notation was just in case someone else wanted to use
Miss Suzuki's services after that time, but no one except these visiting
researchers said anything.  So, as far as I'm concerned, she is available
until midnight as shown on the schedule.  However, I understand the time
constraints that the rest of us have, and so, I'm going to make an
executive decision and declare that we'll go til 9:30 tonight.  Those of
you that need to leave, please go whenever you want.  As long as we have
one researcher, either American or Norwegian, and one intern available, we
should be able to run the experiments." Amy felt tears welling in her eyes
again.  9:30 meant that she had to endure almost 4 more hours of this.
Beaupre sighed and gave Amy an apologetic glance as if to say, "I'm sorry,
I tried." Aloud he said, "Okay, 9:30 it is.  And I suggest one hour
sessions followed by a 15 minute rest.  So, starting now, a session would
end at 6:45, rest til 7, session til 8, rest til 8:15, and then a final
session ends at 9:15, and then we spend a few minutes to put things away.
Fifteen minutes between sessions may not be long enough; Amy might want to
use the restroom, stretch, take a nap." Magnusson spoke up, "No nap.  We
want her going all time.  Fifteen minute okay.  We don't want toilet
either, but reluctantly accept." Beaupre said, "Okay, let's give it a try.
After the first session, we'll see how Amy is doing.  We'll make
adjustments if necessary.  Okay with everyone?" He looked around the room,
and everyone including Amy either nodded or shrugged.  He turned to
Magnusson and said, "Okay, Sofie, she's all yours." She replied, "Thank
you, Pierre." She turned to Cranfield at the console and said, "I'll come
start her up." And she walked up to the console and Cranfield showed her
the controls - an on/off switch and 5 little speed control knobs, one for
each breast stimulator, one for the pussy vibrator, one for the clit
stimulator, and one for the ass vibrator.  There was also a big knob that
controlled all 5 stimulators; it sent the same speed signal to each of the
5 devices.  Magnusson flipped the on/off switch, and Amy yelped as the
stimulators and vibrators immediately started oscillating at a fast speed.
Cranfield reached over and turned the big knob down to low speed, and he
told her, "Please, Dr.  Magnusson, we need to start her off at a slow speed
and then gradually increase it." The Norwegian lady just nodded. They all
sat back and watched the naked girl; she twisted in her bonds as the
oscillation rate ramped up.  Her first orgasm occurred about 15 minutes
later.  Amy moaned loudly and strained against the stomach strap as she
rose up from the chair back.  There was a strong odor of female arousal as
her juices dripped from her pussy. The pizza arrived a few minutes later,
and the 12 observers ate as they continued to watch Amy and to monitor the
results on the console. After Amy's second orgasm, Magnusson took over the
controls.  Instead of just using the big knob, she tried various settings
with the smaller knobs to stimulate Amy's erogenous zones at different
rates.  She wanted to find out if there was a combination that would make
Amy come faster and/or more intensely. Amy's next orgasm happened only 5
minutes later, and Magnusson thought she was onto something.  And so she
left the knobs in the same positions with high stimulation on the breasts
and medium-low stimulation in her anus, but Amy didn't come until 20
minutes later, and that was just as the hour session was coming to an end.
Cranfield gradually turned the big knob down to slower speed, and he let
Amy glide back to a resting state. Magnusson said, "Disappointing.  Only
three times, and only 4 or 5 contractions each time; not intense enough. 
Let us discuss." Amy was sweating profusely, and her hair was in a mess all
over her face.  Beaupre came over and tenderly wiped her hair back.  She
opened her eyes part way, and Beaupre said, "How you doing, Amy?" She
groggily replied, "Uhhh, Whaaat?" Beaupre started to undo the straps, but
Magnusson came over and said, "No.  Leave straps." Beaupre replied angrily,
"She needs to rest.  I'm unhooking the straps and cuffs." Magnusson gave
him a frustrating look, and then she backed away.  Beaupre said, "I'll
leave the stimulators and sensors attached, but with the restraints undone,
she can at least get up and stretch.  The wires are long enough for that."
He unhooked the cuffs and straps and helped the naked girl to her feet. 
The wires to the vibrators and her clit stimulator dragged up through the
hole in the chair.  She was a strange sight with several sensor wires and
the breast suction tubes hanging down from the ceiling to her body, and
then the wires to the lower sensors and the vibrators hanging from her
pubic region. Amy partially came out of her daze as she stood there
stretching.  Beaupre asked her again, "How are you doing, Amy?  Do you need
to use the restroom?" Amy shakily replied, "I guess I'm okay.  No, I don't
need to pee.  Just let me stand for a few more minutes.  Can you get me a
towel?" Beaupre said, "Okay, you got it.  Logan, please bring her a towel
and help her dry off.  Also, wipe off that chair." He then turned to
Magnusson and Forsberg and said, "Well, how do you like the fancy
equipment? Does it do what you want?" Magnusson smiled and said, "Yes,
excellent machine.  Many knobs means many possibility settings.  But I am
not satisfied with her response.  I need try clit knob more." Beaupre said,
"Yes, clitoris stimulation is important for a woman to achieve orgasm
quicker and more intensely." And he continued talking with the Norwegians
about various settings that they could try. As they were talking, Cranfield
handed a towel to Amy, and he used another one to wipe down the chair.  But
the naked girl was still a bit dazed, and she had trouble using the towel
because of the wires still connected to her.  Finally, she just dropped it
on the floor and looked pleadingly at Cranfield with tears in her eyes. 
Cranfield picked it up and used it to dry off the almost helpless girl. 
She just stood there as he wiped her legs, arms, back, and butt.  Then, he
carefully patted down her tummy and upper chest between the wires.  She
smiled at him and said, "Thanks.  Can you help me with the wires as I sit
back down?" The two of them worked in tandem to feed the wires back into
their appropriate spots as she sat down in the strange chair. She sat there
with her eyes closed as Beaupre and the other researchers continued their
discussion for a few minutes.  She had almost dozed off when she felt a
hand on her leg, and she looked up to see Forsberg standing over her.  He
wasn't smiling; he was just looking at her as he pulled her legs apart so
that he could re-attach the cuffs and then the straps on her thighs.  Then,
he re-did the cuffs on her wrists and the tummy strap.  Then, he re-checked
all of the restraints making sure that they were tight.  And now Amy was
securely strapped to the chair again with her legs wide apart. Forsberg
continued with the preparation by checking all of the wires and tubes.  He
reached between her legs and wiggled the vibrator back and forth in her
pussy to make sure that it was still firmly inserted, and he did the same
with the rear vibrator as well.  And without saying anything to Amy, he
just turned and gave a thumbs-up signal to Magnusson who was sitting at the
console.  Magnusson flipped the switch, and Amy winced as the vibrators and
stimulators came to life.  And the naked girl leaned her head back and let
the impersonal devices to go work on her body. Magnusson immediately went
to work on Amy's clit turning up the oscillation rate on that sensitive
spot to a fairly rapid rate.  And about 5 minutes later, Amy came wildly in
an intense orgasm.  Magnusson smiled as she said to the group, "Good one.
11 contractions." But Amy wasn't listening; she was already in her own
little world. For the rest of the session, Magnusson giddily twisted the
little knobs up and down.  She and Forsberg watched the contortions on
Amy's face as the naked girl squirmed in her bonds.  Amy came eight times
during the hour, and each time there were at least 9 contractions. As the
Norwegians were focused on the machine and on Amy's reaction, Beaupre
gathered the Wytham researchers off to the side.  He began, "Guys, I just
got a phone call from my wife, and I really need to leave pretty soon.  And
I am concerned about our visiting colleagues; they don't seem to be
concerned at all about Amy's welfare during these experiments.  And I don't
think that Chancellor Knoxx and his committee are either.  I would feel
much better if I knew that at least one of you will be here to kind of rein
them in, so to speak." He went on, "Travis, I know you have that exam to
study for, and so I don't expect you to stay.  In fact, I'll be upset if
you do; studying is more important than this.  But what about you, Dennis
and Pat?" LaSalle replied, "I really need to leave very soon as well.  I'm
sorry, Pierre." Beaupre said, "That's okay.  Pat, what about you?" Newman
replied, "Yeah, Dr.  Bo, I can stay, and I understand your concern." As
Beaupre was turning to Cranfield, he said, "Good, thanks, Pat.  What about
you, Logan?" Cranfield replied, "I'll be happy to stay as well." Beaupre
said, "Wonderful.  Please use your best judgment, but here are my
suggestions.  Make sure that the final session really is the final session
and that it ends at 9:15.  Then, help Amy over to Bayou as soon as possible
after the session; I think it's better for her to get away from this room
and rest.  There's a microwave in there; so, take these extra pieces of
pizza and put them in Bayou so that she can eat if she wants.  I assume
that she'll want to rest; maybe she'll even spend the night on that couch.
And get her backpack from my office and leave it there with her; make sure
her cell phone is there and turned on.  But to appease Dr.  Knoxx, please
leave her panties hanging on the hook; she can get them from there whenever
she leaves.  Please stick around for a while in the lab to see that she's
doing okay.  But if she falls asleep, feel free to go home, but leave her a
short note about the food, and then give me a call so that I know she's
still there sleeping.  I will call her cell phone at midnight or so to
check up on her.  Any other ideas?  Any questions?" Newman said, "You're
making this sound like we're hiding her from the Chancellor and the
Norwegians.  What do we tell them?" Beaupre replied, "Yeah, I guess I am
kind of hiding her.  I tell you what.  As soon as this second session is
over in a few minutes, I'll explain it to Dr.  Knoxx, Sofie, and Anders as
a recovery procedure, which is what it really is.  I think if I present it
just the right way, they'll leave her alone after she goes over to Bayou."
And about 5 minutes later, Magnusson tried to glide Amy back to normal, but
she turned off the power just a bit too early while the stimulators were
still going.  Amy's eyes fluttered partially open and she said unsteadily,
"Huhhh?  Whaa--aat happ--ppened?" Beaupre went up on the platform with a
small towel and knelt next to the naked girl.  He gently pushed her hair
back, wiped her sweaty face, and said, "It's okay, Amy.  Just sit still for
a few minutes, and then we'll let you stretch again." And as Amy was
regaining her senses, Beaupre spoke to Knoxx and the Norwegians.  He
explained very diplomatically the recovery procedure that Newman and
Cranfield were going start as soon as the final session was over.  He must
have worded it just right, because they did not object. Then, Beaupre and
Cranfield unhooked the straps and cuffs and helped Amy to her feet.  She
wobbled a bit, and Cranfield wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her
from falling.  Beaupre asked her if she needed to use the restroom, and Amy
nodded slowly. Magnusson gave a disapproving sigh, and as Cranfield
continued holding her, Beaupre started unhooking the wires and tubes.  And
finally he said, "Okay, Amy, I'm going to remove the vibrators now." She
spread her legs and Beaupre reached in, let the air out of the inflated
device, and slowly slipped it out of her pussy.  He then went around behind
the naked girl and did the same thing with the anal device. Without a word,
Amy meekly let Cranfield lead her out of the lab and down the hall to the
ladies room.  Cranfield said, "Do you need any help?  I think I could get
Miss Stapleton, Dr.  LaSalle's secretary, if you do." Amy replied, "No,
thanks, Logan.  I can do this myself." And she slowly shuffled into the
restroom.  She sat on the bench for a couple of minutes, and then used the
toilet.  Before leaving, she carefully cleaned herself up using one of the
nice big fluffy towels. She was able to walk back with Cranfield unassisted
to the big lab.  She silently went up on the platform, faced Knoxx, and
just stood there with her head down. Knoxx then stood up and addressed the
group, "Well, everyone.  We have this one more session to go, but I
understand that several of you need to leave including the other 4 members
of my committee.  So, I will say 'good night' to those of you leaving, and
I will stay to observe the final session." Amy truly wished that she had
the option to leave. With that, Beaupre, LaSalle, Winstead, Kirkpatrick,
Telford, Farmer, and Laird left, and Knoxx sat down in his chair again. 
This left Knoxx, Newman, Cranfield, Forsberg, and Magnusson as well as the
very naked Amy. Magnusson looked at the clock and said, "Well, it now 8:25;
she took too long rest.  We want complete hour session.  So, we go until
9:30." Before saying anything, Newman looked at Amy, who just nodded and
whispered, "Okay".  Newman then said, "All right, we will go to 9:30, but
we will follow the rest of Dr.  Beaupre's instructions after the session.
So, Amy, if you are ready to go, please have a seat, and Anders will hook
you up." Forsberg first re-attached the cuffs and straps, and then he
roughly handled Amy's boobs as he re-did the suction cups.  Next, he lubed
up the anal vibrator, and Amy winced as he shoved it in place.  He came
around to her front, lubed up the pussy vibrator, spread her lips, and
mechanically shoved it in place.  Amy's eyes were watering as he used the
canister of compressed air to inflate the two devices, and she grunted when
he gave them each a final push.  And lastly, he re-attached the sensors to
the spots on her body. Forsberg looked up at Magnusson who was sitting at
the console and said something in Norwegian.  Amy interpreted this to mean
"She's ready" or something like that, and the naked girl clenched her teeth
waiting for her private parts to be stimulated.  And sure enough, a moment
later the dildo in her pussy began to vibrate rapidly.  And Amy was soon
back in her little confused world of ecstasy and anguish. Once again,
Magnusson was almost frivolous as she twisted the knobs this way and that
trying to make Amy come more intensely than before.  During the hour long
session, the strapped down girl came 9 more times, and several of them were
powerful with 14 or 15 contractions.  The onlookers watched Amy's face
flush a bright red as her head twisted from side to side during some of the
orgasms.  Her moans of pleasure filled the otherwise quiet auditorium. At
9:25, Newman could see that Magnusson was so focused on her task that she
didn't realize that it was time to slow things down.  So, the researcher
came up to the console and politely said, "Sofie, it's time to wrap this
up." Magnusson scowled at him and turned up the big knob again causing Amy
to jump in her bonds.  But Newman reached across and slowly turned the knob
back down, and he kept his arm there to physically prevent Magnusson from
getting to the controls again.  He let Amy coast downhill into the real
world. Newman turned off the machine, and he could tell that the Norwegian
researchers were noticeably unhappy that they couldn't continue to
stimulate the naked girl.  But he held his ground and asked Cranfield to
unhook everything from Amy's body.  The vibrator in her vagina was the last
thing that Cranfield removed, and she gave an involuntary relieved sigh as
it slid out.  He let her rest in the chair for several minutes as he put
away the equipment. Finally, as he was helping her stand up, Knoxx came up
on stage and said, "Well, Miss Suzuki, that was quite a performance.  And I
guess, I will see you tomorrow.  Good night.  And good evening to the rest
of you as well." He stepped down from the platform and walked out the door.
The two Norwegians also left; they merely waved at Newman and Cranfield and
said nothing at all to Amy. Amy was still dazed as Newman said, "Well, good
riddance to all of them.  Now, Amy, we're going to help you over to the
Bayou lab where you can rest and recover." And the two men in their white
lab coats helped the naked girl down from the stage, out the door, and down
the hall with Newman holding her right arm and Cranfield her left.  They
guided her into the grungy smaller laboratory and over to the old couch.
Amy sat there for a couple of minutes looking dully at the two men, and
then she just lay back and put her head on the pillow.  Her naked body was
stretched out the length of the couch.  And a couple of minutes later she
was sound asleep. Cranfield brought her backpack and the extra pizza plus a
Coke from the machine into the lab.  And Newman wrote her a note that said:
Amy, You can rest here as long as you want.  There's some food on the
table; the microwave is on the counter - help yourself.  Your backpack is
next to the couch; your panties are still on the hook.  If you need
anything, please call Dr.  Beaupre.  (603) 555-9287. Thanks Before leaving,
Newman turned on a small light on the other side of the room, and then he
flipped off the big overhead lights as he and Cranfield walked out the
door.

   Chapter 62 - Recovery Time

   A couple of hours later, Amy's eyes opened.  She groggily looked around
trying to figure out where she was.  She frantically turned her head this
way and that for several seconds, before finally recognized the room and
remembered being helped here by Newman and Cranfield. She thought that she
had awakened to a noise; maybe it was her cell phone?  She looked around
some more and spotted the phone on the table next to the ratty old couch
where she was now sitting.  But there was nothing on the display right
then. Was she dreaming? But as she was putting the phone back on the table,
it rang in her hand.  She flipped it open and answered, "Hulllo?" "Hi,
Amy", the voice said, "It's Dr.  Beaupre.  I just wanted to see how you are
feeling." Amy smiled when she heard his friendly voice, "Hi, Dr.  Bo.  I
just woke up, and I'm still woozy.  Did you just call a minute ago?"
Beaupre, "Yeah, I did.  It rang six or seven times, and I wondered if I got
the right number.  And so, I tried again.  Glad I got you.  So, are you
still in the Bayou lab at Wytham?" "Uhh, yes.  I just figured that out
myself." Beaupre said, "Good.  If you haven't seen Dr.  Newman's note yet,
there should be some pizza and a soft drink on the table, if you're hungry.
And of course, you are free to leave at any time.  But first, tell me how
are you really feeling?" Amy sighed and replied, "Well, physically, my
groin and ass are a bit sore, but not too bad.  And so are my breasts. 
Otherwise, I guess I'm still groggy from sleeping.  What time is it?  Or
maybe, I should ask, what day is it?" She laughed as she said the last
part. He answered, "Oh, it's just before midnight on Thursday.  You've
probably been sleeping for two hours or so.  But I'm glad that you seem to
be okay.  Do you want a ride back to your dorm?  I can be there in 20
minutes or so." Amy hesitated.  She really would like a ride, but she was
concerned that Knoxx would somehow manipulate Beaupre's help into a rule
violation as he had done in the past.  So, she replied, "Oh, thanks, Dr. 
Bo, but I think I'll just walk back.  It's all on campus sidewalks, and
that should be safe.  And the exercise and fresh air will do me good.  Oh,
where are my panties?  I don't see them here." "Oh, they are still on the
hook outside my office as per the Chancellor's instructions.  But okay, if
you want to walk that's fine.  However, let me say something first, and I'm
not exactly sure how to say this; so, let me try it this way.  Amy, I've
really enjoyed knowing you more as a person than a research subject these
last few weeks.  Do you understand what I mean?" Tears of gratitude welled
up in Amy's eyes and in a broken voice, she said, "Yes, Dr.  Bo, I do.  You
have been very nice to me." Beaupre went on, "I'm sure that we will get
some useful information from our experiments, but I sure wish I had met you
under different circumstances.  So, tell me, what are your plans after
graduation?" Amy spent a couple of minutes describing her new job near
Boston and plans to share an apartment with Linda. Beaupre replied, "Well,
that sounds wonderful.  And I guess I'll let you go now.  Please call if
you need help on the walk home." "Yeah, okay.  Good night", she said. She
was almost ready to hang up the phone when she heard him say, "Oh, Amy, one
last thing." "What's that?" Beaupre said, "Go, Red Sox!" They both laughed
and Amy said "Goodbye" again and hung up. Amy spent a few more minutes in
the room.  She warmed up the cold pizza, quickly ate a couple of pieces,
and drank the Coke.  Then, she grabbed her backpack and phone and left the
lab.  The light in the hallway was very bright, and it took her a moment to
adjust to it.  She made a quick stop in the ladies room to pee and to
freshen up a bit. As she stepped back into the hallway, her phone rang
again.  Without looking at the display, she answered, "Hello, this is Amy."
She smiled as she heard Linda say, "Oh, Amy, I've been so worried.  Where
are you?  Are you okay?" Amy said, "Yeah, Lindy, I'm okay.  I'm just
leaving Wytham.  I'll be back there in 20 minutes or so.  I'll tell you
about it when I get there." "Oh, Sooz, that's a big relief.  Will you be
okay walking so late at night?" Amy replied, "Yeah, I'll be fine.  See you
soon.  Bye." The naked girl then continued down the hallway and around
several corners to room 144.  She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw a
pair of white panties with yellow and blue polka dots hanging there.  She
slipped them on and then found her way to the front door. She stepped out
into the cool weather, and she felt her nipples tighten up immediately. 
And she looked at her arms and saw them covered with goosebumps.  She
noticed that the sidewalk was wet with many puddles, and so she was
thankful that it was no longer raining.  She set out on the cold, damp walk
across campus. The campus was a lonely place at this time of night, and she
was almost naked.  A spooky feeling, and she hurried along.  Even though
the street lights were on, there were places where they were spaced fairly
far apart, and Amy was walking almost in the dark.  She felt very
vulnerable. As she passed Kameron Hall, she saw a figure approaching from
an adjoining sidewalk.  She picked up her pace, but she paused when she
heard a familiar voice say, "Miss Suzuki, are you okay?" She turned to see
Officer Olsen coming up to her.  She gave him a relieved smile and said,
"Yeah, I'm fine.  I'm on my way home now." Olsen replied, "Good, glad to
hear that.  Dr.  Beaupre called and asked us to keep an eye out for you. 
If you don't mind, I think I'll just walk along with you.  Okay?" Amy
hesitated but then said, "Yeah, that would be good." And the two of them
continued along.  A nearly naked gorgeous girl and the bundled up guy in
his security uniform.  They chatted as they walked, and Amy found out that
he was a Red Sox fan as well.  And the last 10 minutes of the walk passed
pleasantly as they talked baseball.  He opened the dorm lobby door for her,
and then they shook hands before Amy hopped on the elevator. As Amy walked
into their room, Linda jumped from her chair and rushed over to her.  The
two friends hugged, and Linda said, "Oh, Sooz, I was so worried.  I didn't
know you'd be gone so long.  Come on, sit down." Through her watering eyes,
Amy said, "Actually, Lindy, can we turn up the heat?  I'm cold, and I'd
like to stand by the heater." Linda looked down at Amy's erect tits and the
goosebumped covered body.  She smiled and said, "Sure, we'll talk over
there." Linda watched as Amy turned the heat and fan up to their highest
settings and stood in front of the blowing air. It was almost 1 AM as Amy
told her friend about the long afternoon at Wytham.  She didn't mention the
morning posing in art class; it just didn't seem important compared to the
degrading exposure during the experiments. And she had forgotten about the
morning's final exam until Linda asked, "And how did your last test go?"
Amy smiled and said, "That seems so long ago now.  But I'm sure I did fine.
I'm actually sorry that I don't have any more studying to do, because it
seemed like a pleasant diversion from all this other crap that I've had to
do.  And there's more of that crap to come the next few days." She went on,
"You know, I need to get to bed.  Tomorrow's crap starts as usual at 8AM,
and I want to get at least a few hours sleep.  But first I need to finish
today's crap - the diary crap." So, Amy then powered up her computer and
quickly typed up the daily one-sheet and the diary entry. About 1:45, she
crossed off another day on the calendar, looked over at Linda who was
already sound asleep, and then flipped off the light and plopped herself
down on the bed.



   Underpants Amy - Days 16 & 17

   May 18, Friday

   Chapter 63 - Final Art Class Posing

   Amy awoke with a start, and she thought, "Oh no, I've overslept again."
But she turned and looked at her digital clock, and it read 6:15 AM.  And
then just to confirm that, she picked up her cell phone and it also read
6:15.  She breathed a sigh of relief, and she switched off the alarms so
that they would not awaken Linda, who was sawing logs.  Amy smiled to
herself as she looked at her friend; Linda's snoring had often bothered
her, but it was such a minor inconvenience compared to their great
friendship that Amy had never mentioned it to her. Amy climbed out of bed,
and being as quiet as possible, she booted up her computer to read her
latest email.  And she was surprised to see a message titled "Auction
instructions" from Tyson Laird. With trepidation, she read the following:
Miss Suzuki, This message is just a reminder that you are required to
participate in the Prime Cut Auction today (Friday) at 12 noon.  You should
report to DaddyO's Adult Emporium no later than 11:45 AM.  You are to leave
all of your clothing at home.  That is, you are to report totally naked; no
panties, no necklace, no headgear.  If any ornamentation is needed, DaddyO
will provide it.  Please remember that you are expected to be clean and
presentable for the gentlemen's enjoyment.  You will not be permitted to
have any food or bathroom breaks during the event, which will be over by
4:30 at the latest. Also, our committee will expect you to be present at
our usual 5 o'clock meeting later in the afternoon.  Naturally, you will
hang today's panties on the hook before entering the room naked for the
meeting. Please make the appropriate arrangements so that you can follow
these instructions. Tyson Laird Vice Chancellor, Legal Affairs, Bancroft
University Amy closed her eyes and shook her head hoping to avoid breaking
out crying.  She wasn't entirely successful, because the tears started to
roll down her cheeks, but at least, she didn't wake up Linda.  Her
shoulders shook as she buried her face in her hands to muffle her gasps.
She read the message again.  She wondered what "ornamentation" and
"gentlemen's enjoyment" meant.  But mostly she was worried about the
timing. She knew that DaddyO's was on the other side of town in kind of a
seedy section.  It would take her well over 30 minutes to walk there, which
from a timing point of view wouldn't be a real problem getting there, but
it would be a problem afterwards to get back to Kameron by 5 o'clock.  She
thought of a taxi, but how would she pay for it without carrying money? 
Also, where could she store her panties so that she'd have them to hang on
the hook? So, she decided that she needed to get a ride or borrow an
automobile.  She then smiled broadly as she thought of Dwight.  Even though
it was 6:30 in the morning, she thought that he was probably awake already,
and she decided to call him.  She grabbed her phone and went out in the
hall where she was glad to see that she was alone.  And she dialed his
number. It rang four times, and she was afraid that it was going to roll
over into voice mail.  But then he answered with a drowsy, "Huuu-lllo?"
"Hey, Dwight, it's me, Amy.  Are you up?" Dwight instantly perked up, "Hey,
beautiful.  Ummm, no, I'm not up.  Well, actually part of my body is up
just thinking of you, but no, I'm not out of bed yet.  But that's okay. 
What's up?" Amy giggled and then explained her need for transportation for
both before and after the auction, and Dwight readily agreed.  He said,
"Yeah, I'd be happy to.  But where is this place?  I've heard of it, but I
don't know how to get there.  And what is this auction anyway?" Amy
answered, "First, we can look it up on MapQuest; let's both do that. 
Second, I don't know much about the auction, except that the title is
'Prime Cut Auction' and I'm part of the merchandise that being auctioned
off to a bunch of older men." She could hear him gasp and she continued, "I
know, I know, it sounds awful.  But I've got to do it.  And it will be
finished by 4:30." "And you'll be there in just your panties with all those
old guys looking at you?" "Umm, actually, I'll be naked the entire time. 
In fact, they told me to report totally nude.  And so, is it okay if I
leave my panties in your car while I'm in there?" Dwight gasped again, "Oh
my, Amy, how do you put up with all this shit that they are throwing at
you? But yes, of course, I'll keep your underwear while you're gone." Amy
sighed, "Well, it's only a few more days, and then it will be all over.  If
I made it this long, I can make it til Monday.  Anyway, I need to get
cleaned up and eat breakfast.  Can you pick me up here at 11:30?" "Yes,
that sounds good.  See you then.  Bye." "Bye bye".  And she hung up. After
she showered, she sighed and picked up her razor.  She knew that her pussy
was going to be in full view most of this day, and so she carefully shaved
and trimmed her pubic area. * * * Amy had heard the rain falling overnight,
and so she was very glad to see that it had stopped by the morning. 
However, she still had to walk on wet sidewalks and around puddles on her
way to Wakefield Hall. She walked into the art classroom for her last day
of posing.  It was several minutes before class was to begin, and she slid
off her panties and hung them on the hook.  Not many students were there
yet nor was Eva or Whiteside.  She just went up to the stage and sat down
on the edge of it.  This time she carefully remembered to keep her legs
open and her arms at her sides.  She just nodded at the students as they
arrived. A couple of minutes later, Eva walked into the room - in all of
her naked glory.  She walked up the aisle and sat down next to Amy.  The
dark haired nude smiled at the honey-blonde nude, and said, "Hey, good
morning, Eva, I guess this is our last time together.  But maybe I'll see
you at graduation?" Eva sighed and said, "Sorry, Amy, I guess I never made
that clear.  Even though I've been here for four years, I'm not graduating
on Monday.  I still need a whole bunch of credits, and I'll be back next
year.  I should be able to finish up in one more year.  Anyway, there's
almost zero demand for a new graduate with a degree in Art History right
now, and I'm not sure what I would do to earn a living.  I make really good
money doing this nude posing, and Dr.  Whiteside said she'd try to add a
few more hours each week of posing next year.  And as I said, I really
enjoy doing it, too.  So, I guess for the next year, this will be my
career." Amy replied, "Sorry, I misunderstood.  But since you really like
doing this, I'm glad that you'll be able to continue." But inwardly, Amy
was thinking, "I'm sure as hell glad that I won't be doing it any more."
They continued to chat about it for the next few minutes. Just as the 8
o'clock bell rang, Whiteside came up on the stage and the two nude girls
got up and stood beside the instructor.  Whiteside started, "Good morning,
everybody.  Welcome to the final session for this class.  None of you
except Amy were here for yesterday's 9 o'clock class, and it was her poses
for that class that inspired me for today's poses at this class.  In that
class, Amy posed - naked naturally - with the men from the class.  The men
were clothed, and so we had a nice contrast of an unclothed female and
several clothed males.  Today, I want to do something similar, but the
contrast will be two nude females set in typical everyday settings that you
might see around this campus.  In the first one, we're going to pretend
that Eva and Amy are running a small restaurant.  One of them will be the
cook and the other the waitress.  And I'm going to ask four of you students
to come up and be customers of this little cafÃ(C)." And Amy helped
Whiteside set up the little round tables and a few chairs.  And Eva set up
a fake stove on a long folding table using some of the pots and pans from
the props cabinet.  Eva bent over the phony stove as if cooking an omelet.
Amy stood taking orders from the customers at one of the tables.  They held
these poses for about 15 minutes switching off the customers a couple of
times. After Amy cleared away the little tables and the pots and pans,
Whiteside described the next pose, "This next one is going to be class
registration.  And we'll have naked Amy sitting behind the table pretending
to assign naked Eva to a class.  And we'll have a line of students behind
Eva who are awaiting their turns." This one was easier to set up and Amy
took her seat behind the table with several pads of paper and pencils in
front of her.  Eva bent over as if signing a form with her breasts hanging
enticingly.  Whiteside said, "Please sketch this one quickly, because I'm
going to change it slightly in about 5 minutes." After the 5-minute pose,
Whiteside said, "Okay, good.  Now, Eva, I want you back in line, maybe 3
people ahead of you.  And Amy, I want you standing, bending over slightly,
pointing a finger at the student, who I guess will be Miss Nichols here, as
if arguing with her.  I want frowns on the faces of everyone in line
including you, Eva.  We'll do this one for about 10 minutes." Whiteside
made the minor adjustments so that Amy's boobs and Eva's pussy were
prominent in the pose.  And the class sketched the scene for the next
several minutes. Whiteside came up on the stage, and she had Amy and Eva
take down the folding table.  Then Whiteside said, "Okay, the last one is
going to simulate what we've been doing in this class.  Eva, you are going
to pretend to be an artist with an easel sketching a nude female model,
Amy." She went on, "So, Amy please get one of those spare easels and set it
up here on stage.  And Eva, I want you sitting in a chair in front of the
easel with your hand raised as if drawing on the sketch pad." After Amy set
up the easel and Eva sat down in the chair, Whiteside had Amy standing in
front of the easel doing a neutral pose with hands on her hips, one leg
slightly forward, legs slightly apart.  Whiteside adjusted Eva's position
so that her breasts were in full profile as she pretended to draw.  And the
class sketched this for the rest of the session. As the students were
leaving, Amy pulled Eva aside and said, "Eva, I still have the ankle pouch
that you lent me.  Are you going to be around for the next few days?  I can
get it back to you somehow." Eva replied, "Sorry, Amy, I'm leaving right
after this class.  You can just keep that pouch; you might need it for
something over the weekend." "Okay, thanks.  And, Eva, it's been really
nice knowing you.  I hope you have a good summer and then a good final year
of college." She reached out to shake hands, but instead, Eva pulled her
into an embrace.  And the two naked girls hugged for several seconds, boobs
against boobs.  And as Eva stepped down from the stage, she turned and
said, "Bye, Amy.  Have a nice life." Amy watched as her naked friend walked
down the aisle, and then they smiled and waved at each other as Eva walked
out the door. Amy stood there for a minute or so, and then made a quick
trip down the rustic stairs to the ladies room in the basement. 
Fortunately, there was no line in the hallway, and she was able to get in
and out very quickly.  But a couple of guys coming down the stairs squeezed
to the side to let the naked girl pass, and then they turned to admire her
bare ass as she dashed up the stairs. The last hour of posing was somewhat
exhausting for Amy, because Whiteside had her do physical exercises for the
class.  Jogging in place, push ups, sit ups, jumping jacks, barbells, plus
a couple of others.  Whiteside told the class, "These motion exercises will
give you practice at sketching moving things.  See if you can capture that
motion in your sketches somehow.  On a female like pretty Amy, the bouncing
breasts are one thing that you might want to emphasize." When the hour was
over, Amy was sweating profusely, and her hair was almost plastered down.
She realized that she would have to shower again back at the dorm before
going to the auction.  As she was just about to slip on her panties,
Whiteside lightly grabbed her arm and said, "Amy, thanks for posing for my
classes these last few weeks.  You've helped the budding artists more than
you know." Amy smiled wanly and just nodded. Whiteside wrapped an arm
around the naked girl's waist and went on, "Now, about tomorrow.  Remember
that you're going to help out at the art and wine festival.  My sister and
I have thought of an intriguing task for you.  I'd tell you about it now,
but we need to make sure tonight that we can get all of the needed supplies
before knowing for sure if we can do it.  So, we will wait til you get
there to tell you what you'll be doing.  The festival opens at 9 AM.  So,
please arrive by 8:45 so that we can set things up.  We will provide lunch
for you, and we'll schedule some bathroom breaks as well.  It's being held
at Maple Park in town.  There's a big headquarters tent near the middle
where you can find me and Valerie.  Any questions?" Amy's curiosity was
piqued, but she couldn't think of a way to get more info about of
Whiteside. But she was worried about something and said, "Umm, Professor,
this is a city park, right?" Whiteside just nodded and Amy continued, "Uhh,
will the city police allow me to be, uumm, naked there?" Whiteside gave a
short laugh and said, "Oh, no, don't worry about that.  Cal talked . . . 
Oh, sorry, Dr.  Knoxx talked to them after your run-in with them last week.
The town cops know all about Underpants Amy.  They won't bother you." This
surprised Amy, because Knoxx had not mentioned this to Amy in any of the
subsequent 5 o'clock meetings.  And then it dawned on her - Knoxx had
intentionally withheld this from her knowing that she would worry about the
city police any time she was unclothed off campus.  He had just done this
to make her sweat a little bit, and it had worked, because she had worried
about this several times. But after a moment, Amy just said, "That's good.
Thanks." Whiteside said, "Any other questions?" Amy replied, "No.  I'll be
there." Whiteside slid her hand down from Amy's waist and lightly patted
each of the naked butt cheeks, and she said, "Good, Amy.  See you then."
Amy slid on her panties and walked out the door thankful that she was
seeing the end of these daily naked posings.

   Chapter 64 - Prime Cut Auction

   After Amy got back to the dorm, she realized that she didn't have as
much time as she had originally thought.  She had hoped to take a half-hour
nap, because she'd had less than 6 hours of sleep last night.  But it was
already 10:15 AM when she walked into her room, and she needed to shower,
do her hair, and eat lunch - all before 11:30. Showering was quick, but
fixing up her hair for the "gentlemen's enjoyment" took considerably
longer. She finished that just after 11 o'clock, and then she and Linda ate
a quick lunch at the dining hall.  And then a quick trip to the bathroom
and some last minute makeup adjustments before she dashed down the stairs
to the lobby just after 11:30. She was happy to see Dwight waiting for her
in front of the dorm.  She tossed her backpack in the back seat, hopped in
the front passenger seat, leaned over to give him a quick kiss, and simply
said, "Hi." He smiled at her and gave a quick look at her heaving boobs. 
He said, "Wow, you look great this morning.  But how are you doing?  Any
more crises since I talked with you earlier?" Still breathing heavily, she
said, "No, nothing dramatic.  Just the usual posing - but this time was the
last time.  But I'm really apprehensive about this afternoon.  We need to
get going.  I looked up the directions." Dwight, "Yeah, I did, too.  Main
Street to Highland and then east a couple of blocks.  Is that what you
got?" Amy agreed as they pulled out of the parking lot. It took less than
ten minutes to get to DaddyO's.  They gave each other an uncertain look as
they looked at the old, run down buildings in this seedy part of town.  Amy
was very nervous and her hands shook as Dwight pulled into the parking lot
in front of store with the painted over windows.  She said, "Oh god,
Dwight. This place looks terrible.  But I've got no choice.  You'll pick me
up at 4:30?" He replied, "Yeah, I'll be here.  If you get done early, call
me if you can." Amy slid off her panties and put them on the center
console. Then, she leaned over and gave him another quick kiss. Then the
naked girl hopped out of the car and scampered over to the door that said
"DaddyO's Finest Adult Novelties".  She yanked on the handle, but the door
was locked.  She was a bit flummoxed for a moment before she heard a voice
over an overhead speaker say, "Okay, come in." She looked up and saw the
video camera next to the speaker, and then she heard the buzzer make its
harsh ring.  She yanked on the door handle, and this time it opened.  She
gave one last longing look at Dwight, and then she walked into the shop.
The terrified girl looked around for a moment to get her bearings.  There
were several men in the shop who stopped what they were doing to look at
the gorgeous nude girl who had just come through the front door.  She
padded over to the main counter and said to the wide-eyed young guy behind
the counter, "I'm here to see DaddyO?" The guy continued to stare as he
pointed down the hallway and said, "Daddy is in his office." Amy scooted
down the hall, spotted the office, and since the door was open, she lightly
knocked on the door jamb.  The man behind the desk was heavy set with long
graying hair with a matching full beard.  Amy thought he kind of looked
like Santa Claus except that he was dressed in a plaid flannel shirt and
jeans.  He looked up and waved her in.  He stood up and they shook hands.
He said, "Hello, Amy.  I'm Daniel O'Flaherty.  But please call me Daddy."
She made a slight move towards the visitor's chair, but he said, "Oh,
please just stand there so I can look at you." Amy blushed, and just stood
there in front of the desk, hands at her sides with her boobs and pussy in
full view for the man. He said, "Well, you must be a Ty girl." Amy gave him
a puzzled look and said, "Huh?  No, actually, I'm of Japanese heritage, but
I was born in Warwick, Rhode Island, where my folks live.  So, I'm
American." Now Daddy was confused and said, "What?  I don't care about
that. As long as a girl is beautiful, which you definitely are, I don't
care what race or nationality you are." They looked at each other for just
a second and Daddy continued, "Oh, I think I understand what the confusion
is.  I said 'Ty girl', spelled 'T-Y' as in 'Tyson Laird', not 'T-H-A-I' as
in 'Thailand'." Amy chuckled and said, "Sorry for the misunderstanding. 
But you said 'a Ty girl' and I guess I still don't completely understand.
Did he ask another girl to come today, too?" Daddy laughed and said, "And
now I apologize.  No, you are the only one.  But our members sometimes
invite girls to participate and I guess that's how we refer to them
initially.  You know, like 'a Bill girl', 'a Kurt girl', or 'a Jeff girl'.
I use those three examples because those guys have each invited several
girls over the years.  But you are actually the first girl that Ty, that
is, Tyson Laird, has ever invited." He chuckled again saying, "So, Amy, are
we clear now?" Amy also laughed again, "Yeah, I understand now.  Mr.  Laird
told me to come." But she was irritated by the word "invited", because she
had been ordered to be here rather than given an invitation. Daddy said,
"Good.  But where are your clothes?" "Mr.  Laird told me not to wear any
clothes." "Well, I guess that's okay, but it was his call, not mine.  The
other girls will be here any moment, and they'll be undressing in the next
room down the hall.  Now, please turn around slowly so I can see all of
you." She blushed again, but she did as he asked.  He looked her over again
and said, "You're very pretty; I like your 'landing strip' trim" as he
pointed to her pussy.  He continued, "I don't know what Ty told you, so let
me fill you in.  There's a club of older gentlemen that come here once a
month for a meeting and some entertainment.  Actually, they meet across the
alley in a mostly vacant building.  The club is unofficially called "The
Old Geezers", and you have to be at least 60 years old to join." "I used
the word 'entertainment', but it's always some sort of an auction.  And
today's auction is based on a 1972 movie called 'Prime Cut'.  Ever heard of
it?" Amy just shook her head. "Well, it's kind of a guilty pleasure, cult
classic kind of thing starring Lee Marvin, Gene Hackman, and a very naked
Sissy Spacek.  Not the kind of role that we've come to think of her doing,
but it was one of her very first movies, and I guess she thought she had to
show a little skin, and boy, did she ever!  Anyway, one of the famous
scenes has several naked girls in cattle pens lying in the straw with men
inspecting them before the upcoming auction." "And that's where you and
today's other young ladies come into the picture.  We've got the livestock
display pens set up across the alley, and we'll put one of you in each of
the pens.  In the movie, the girls were drugged into submission, but I
don't believe in using drugs like that.  And all of you are paid
volunteers, and so to simulate the submission, your hands will be cuffed
behind you and you are not permitted to speak.  The pens are filled with
hay and all you will have to do for the first couple of hours is just lie
there.  The straw may get stuck in some private spots like your ass and
cunt, but that's okay." "Actually, Ty tells me that this is part of some
kind of punishment for you.  And so I guess you're not exactly a volunteer,
but he assures me that you've agreed to do it, and that's all that matters
to me. He went on, "He also told me that your money will be donated to the
university foundation, and so it's all for a good cause, to boot." "Now,
about that money.  It will be earned from the auction.  After the two hours
or so of inspection in the little corrals, you'll be auctioned off to the
men in the club.  In the movie, the auction had a much more sinister
undertone of female slavery, but naturally, we don't believe in that. 
Instead, you will do a lap dance for the winner of your auction.  The
winner is allowed to touch you, but no penetration is permitted.  That is,
there will be no sexual intercourse, and in fact, he is not permitted to
stick his fingers or any objects into your mouth, ass, or pussy." "If in
case it's not obvious, just let me make it clear.  You will be naked the
entire time during the display period, during the auction, and during the
lap dance.  Actually, we'll give you some high heels to wear during the
auction and lap dance, but that's all.  And absolutely no talking.  Any
questions?" Amy was shaking slightly, and she felt his gaze on her jiggling
breasts.  She just quietly said, "No, I understand." Daddy said, "Good. 
Now, just to be sure, I mentioned that Tyson Laird said you agreed to this,
but I want to hear you say it.  Are you doing this willingly?" Amy
hesitated for a few seconds, because she sure wasn't doing this willingly.
Daddy detected her hesitation and said, "Actually, let me re-phrase that
question.  Do you agree to participate in today's entertainment?" Amy
gulped and slowly nodded her head.  But Daddy said, "Sorry, Amy.  I need to
hear you say it." Just above a whisper Amy replied, "Yes, I agree.  Do you
need me to sign something?" Daddy replied, "Thank you, Amy.  And no, you
don't need to sign anything.  My attorney says that a verbal agreement is
all that is required.  Anything else?" Again in a very soft voice, Amy
said, "Can I use the bathroom before we start?" Daddy replied, "Of course,
it's on the other side of the store down the hallway.  And that reminds me,
this will be your last opportunity for the toilet, and I hope you've eaten
lunch, because even though the men will be eating, you won't be.  And be
sure that you're clean down there after you pee, okay?" Amy meekly said,
"Okay", and she turned and walked out of his office.  At the end of the
hall, she anxiously looked out across the store and spotted the hallway on
the opposite side.  She glanced at the several aisles that she could see to
check which one was empty, but none of them were.  So, she stepped out and
quickly scooted down one of the aisles that only had a couple of men
browsing the shelves.  She said, "Pardon me, can I get by?" as she
approached them.  They were young guys, not very well dressed, and they
turned and stared at the gorgeous nude.  But they smiled and stepped aside
to let her pass.  She got to the center aisle and quickly surveyed the
other side aisles to find her best way to the bathroom.  Again, none were
completely free of men, and so she picked the one with the best dressed men
in it.  She smiled and asked to get by and the crowd of six guys parted to
let her through.  But as she passed the last two guys, she felt two hands,
one from each side, lightly squeeze her bare ass cheeks.  She gave a slight
yelp and continued down the aisle. Finally, she got to the women's
restroom, and she breathed a sigh of relief as she turned the knob.  But
the door didn't open.  Amy was afraid that she'd have to go back across the
store to get a key from Daddy, and she was just about to turn back when she
heard a voice from inside, "Hey, I'm in here.  Hold your horses.  I'll just
be a minute." So, Amy stood in the narrow hallway near the door and waited.
A moment later, a guy came out of the men's room farther down the hall; he
stopped in his tracks when he saw the pretty naked girl standing there.  He
lightly whistled, looked her up and down, and then smiled as he went by.
But a second later, coming from the opposite direction was a big guy.  Amy
guessed he was 6' 5" and 250 pounds.  He had on leather chaps and a bandana
tied over his head.  "A biker?", she thought to herself.  He was also
stunned to see her standing there naked, but he didn't pass by.  Instead,
he stopped.  And Amy squeezed her back right against the wall as he put his
hands on the wall about a foot over her head.  He towered over her, and he
had a wicked smile on his face as he looked down at her.  Amy was scared
and tried to squeeze out to the side, but he spread his feet and stuck a
leg out to keep her trapped, and now he was even closer to her.  She could
smell the alcohol on his breath.  He said, "Hey there, cutie.  I'm Hank,
what's your name?" Before she could answer, the bathroom door opened and
another naked lady stepped out.  The other nude immediately realized what
was going on, and she said, "Okay, Hank, that's enough.  Quit intimidating
this lady.  Beat it." And the big man quickly dropped his arms and
sheepishly backed away.  He turned and continued down the hall to the men's
room. The other woman smiled at Amy and said, "He's actually a pussycat,
but he can be obnoxious after a few drinks." She reached out her hand and
said, "Hi, I'm Janelle.  I guess you and I are going to be part of today's
merchandise?" Amy was still scared, but she tentatively shook the woman's
hand and said, "Hi, Janelle.  I'm Amy.  Yeah, I'm here for the auction."
Amy looked over the woman and saw that she was a few years older, probably
30 or so.  Her breasts were sagging just a bit.  Her butt had slightly
uneven skin, probably cellulite just beginning to form.  And there were
faint aging lines under her eyes that her heavy makeup couldn't really
hide. Janelle said, "I haven't seen you here before.  Is this your first
time?" Amy was thinking to herself, "First time, and only time!" But aloud
she said, "Yes.  You've done this before?" "Oh, hell, yes.  Lots and lots
of times.  The money is good.  And in a kinky way, it's kind of fun.  The
old guys really get a kick out of it.  Oh, you should know that I work at
Naughty Girlz down the street.  You know, the strip club?" Amy had seen the
sign as she and Dwight had driven down the street earlier.  She nodded and
said, "Yeah, I know.  Do you know what's going to happen today?  Daddy
mentioned 'Prime Cut' and kind of described it.  Are we safe?" "Oh, fuck
yes.  Those old farts wouldn't hurt a flea.  But thanks for letting me know
about 'Prime Cut'.  I didn't realize that's what we'd be doing today, but
I've done it many times in the past.  We won't be using our real names for
this one.  Instead, like the movie, all of us are given names of flowers.
I'm usually Poppy, like Sissy Spacek is in the movie.  Other names are
Violet, Rose, Fleur, Pansy, Tulip, Daisy; things like that.  You'll
probably have straw sticking to your ass crack and pussy after sitting
there for two hours, but it's not too bad." Amy mumbled, "Uh-huh.  Daddy
mentioned that." Janelle kept going, "Actually, the Prime Cut theme is one
of my favorites that they do.  Last month, we nude women were statues
holding flowers; we had to stand still for two hours, and that was tough."
Amy thought that sort sounded like the posing she had done in art class,
but she didn't say anything. Janelle continued, "Another time we stood in
ten foot circles.  The men could not enter the circles or touch us, but
they could give us instructions.  Like spreading my pussy lips or sticking
a finger up my ass or lifting my boobs by the nipples.  That kind of
thing." Amy cringed at the thought and Janelle resumed, "A few times we've
done a jail motif with us behind chain link fence sections.  But the old
guys don't like that one very much because they say the fence hides our
best parts, like our pussy and boobs, too much." "Once Daddy had us stand
with our hands tied above our heads, almost on tiptoe.  The men could get
in very close, but no touching was allowed.  And several times we were
naked waitresses serving hors d'oeurves and then lunch to the men during
the inspection period." Amy said, "And the auction itself?" Janelle
laughed, "Oh, that's nothing.  You just stand there on stage showing off
your stuff." "And the pay-off is a lap dance?" Janelle replied, "Yeah, is
that a problem?  Have you ever done that before?" Amy blushed and said,
"No. And I'm not even a very good dancer when I'm dressed." "Oh, you'll do
fine.  Those old gents just like having naked young female flesh to touch."
Amy cringed, "Daddy said that touching is allowed.  What's that like?"
"Well, they're not allowed to stick anything into you, but it's pretty
heavy petting.  Lifting boobs, twisting nipples, squeezing butt cheeks,
even spreading pussy lips, but that's rare." Amy gasped and was just about
to say something else when Janelle kept on, "Last time, the pay-off was a
bit different.  A couple of the guys are recent grandfathers, and they
needed practice with diapers.  And guess who they practiced on?" Amy just
laughed, but she was glad that wouldn't happen today. And Janelle
continued, "Here let me look at you.  We don't get Asian girls here that
often.  Where are you from?  You speak great English.  Are you from
Bancroft?" And she looked Amy up and down.  She brushed Amy's strip of
pubic hair and said, "Hey, I like that." Amy blushed again and said,
"Actually, I was born and raised in Rhode Island.  My father's side is
Japanese.  Yes, I'm a senior at the university, and I'm graduating on
Monday." Janelle exclaimed, "Hey, congratulations.  I hope you can get a
better job than the ones I've got.  Stripping is lucrative, but I wonder
how much longer I'll be able to do it.  I wish I could use my brain rather
than my body to make a living." Janelle was just about to continue talking,
but Daddy arrived.  He looked at the two naked women and said, "Hey,
Janelle.  We need to get going; let Amy get ready." He looked over at Amy
and then gently turned her, patted her lightly on her bare butt, and said,
"She'll talk your pretty ass off if you let her.  That's another good
reason for the no talking rule!" He and Janelle laughed as he guided Amy to
the bathroom door.  He opened the door for her and said, "Hurry up." As Amy
was closing the door, she saw Daddy put his arm around Janelle's naked
shoulder and the two of them walked back across the store to his office.
Amy did her business, and she carefully cleaned herself up "down there" -
fore and aft - as Daddy had instructed.  Just as she was finishing, she
heard a knock on the door.  Amy quickly fluffed her hair and opened the
door to see yet another naked women.  They smiled at each other, and Amy
started back across the store as the other girl closed the bathroom door.
But this time, Amy just took the shortest route across the store, and she
didn't pause to ask the men to step aside.  She just pushed her way
through, and she got the expected pats on her ass along the way.  She
returned to Daddy's office where he and Janelle were standing kind of
snuggled together.  They broke apart, and Daddy said, "Okay, let's go next
door.  Carmen will be back from peeing in a moment, but I can introduce you
to the others." And he guided the two naked women a few feet farther down
the hall and into a room with three other naked girls.  There were piles of
clothes on the tables and chairs.  Amy sighed as she realized that she was
the only one who had to report for duty today totally nude. Daddy
introduced Claudia who seemed to be about Janelle's age; she also worked at
Naughty Girlz.  Next were Bridgette and Jenny, who were both students at
Bancroft; Amy had seen Jenny before around campus, but not Bridgette.  And
a moment later, Carmen arrived back from the bathroom; she was an African
American beauty about Amy's age who worked at Naughty Girlz.  Carmen and
Amy were the prettiest of the bunch, but the others, all Caucasians, were
good looking, too. Daddy then said, "Well, today we are going to do the
Prime Cut motif before the auction.  Amy here is the only newcomer; all the
rest of you have done Prime Cut at least once before.  And Janelle and I
have already filled in Amy on how this works.  So, let me assign your names
for the day.  Janelle, you're Poppy, as usual.  Carmen, you're Violet. 
Claudia, you're Jasmine.  Bridgette, you're Pansy.  Jenny, you're Rosebud.
And Amy, since you're new, I'll call you Cherry Blossom as a tribute to
your heritage." "Now, please all of you line up, and I'll get you ready to
go over.  Pansy, Cherry Blossom, Rosebud, Violet, Poppy, and Jasmine. 
Facing the door about two feet apart." The nude women fumbled around a bit
as they tried to remember the names that were just assigned to them, and
Amy found herself second in line.  Next, Daddy opened a cabinet and brought
out six pairs of handcuffs.  The other 5 women meekly put their hands
behind their backs, and Amy did the same when she saw the girl in front of
her do it.  They all just stood there as he attached the cuffs; he gave
each lady a light pat on her bare ass after cuffing her hands. He then
brought out some hobble chains.  Amy gasped and the others kind of groaned.
He said, "Sorry, girls, but one of the old gents asked for these today."
And he knelt down in front of Pansy/Bridgette and started to attach the
ankle cuffs.  But then he looked at Bridgette's pussy and then up between
her breasts to her face.  He saw the tears in her eyes and saw her slowly
shaking her head.  And he said, "Oh, all right, I'll figure out some excuse
to say to the old guy." And he put the ankle cuffs and chains back in the
cabinet.  He used a tissue to dry Bridgette's eyes, and she whispered,
"Thank you." Next, he brought out a twelve-foot long chain.  Again, Amy
heard the other naked ladies groan.  He laid it on the floor right next to
each woman's right foot and said, "Sorry again girls, but this one is
required today.  Step your right foot over the chain, and I'll hook it to
your handcuffs." He started at the rear hooking the end of the chain to
Jasmine/Claudia's cuffs.  Then, the lady gasped as he raised the chain so
that it was fed between her legs and up into her crotch as he attached the
chain to the next girl in line.  After a minute or so, Amy felt him clip
the chain to her cuffs, and he came around in front of her and lifted the
chain so that it nestled in her ass crack and then in her pussy slit as he
hooked it to Pansy/Bridgette's cuffs.  Finally, he pulled it up between the
first girl's legs, and they let out a collective gasp as he gave a tug on
the chain. He looked over the six-girl chain gang and said, "Okay, we're
ready.  Remember, no talking.  No resisting." He looked at Amy and said,
"Cherry Blossom, the rest of these ladies actually enjoy this Prime Cut
thing; so, I hope you can have fun with it, too." Amy felt the chain wedged
in her pussy and she still had a distressed look on her face, but she
managed to nod at him. With that, he led them out the door into the hallway
and then out the back door into the alleyway and the bright sunlight.  The
girl in front of Amy stumbled a bit and she raised her bound hands as if
that could prevent a fall, but all it did was to yank the chain higher into
Amy's pussy, and she let out a short gasp and stumbled a bit as well.  Amy
was able to keep her hands down on her lower back and this avoided a
literal chain reaction to the girl behind her.  Amy and Pansy/Bridgette
regained their footing, but the chain was now firmly jammed between Amy's
pussy lips. Daddy said, "Oh, careful, Pansy.  And the rest of you, watch
your step.  The surface is a bit uneven and there are puddles here, and we
don't want your feet to get dirty, do we?" As they moved along, Amy didn't
see anybody in the alley, but she did spot a fairly big rat running for
cover under a nearby dumpster.  The alley was about 20 feet wide, but he
led the chain of naked ladies past two buildings and then into a building
on the opposite side. As they entered the building, Amy had to adjust her
sight again; this time to the darker interior.  But then she saw that it
was a big empty room with a concrete floor and a very high ceiling.  It
looked like it could have been an auto repair shop at some point.  And she
saw that they were being led between two rows of older men.  She assumed
that these were "The Old Geezers". She heard one guy say, "Hey look.  A
Chinese chick.  Cool!" But another one said, "How do you know she's
Chinese? Could be Korean or Japanese.  Or even from Indonesia or
Singapore." With that, Daddy paused and held up his hand to signal the
girls to stop for a moment. The first guy then said, "Well, look at the
tits.  Chinese have pointy tits like that.  Right?" Now, several of the men
roared with laughter, and one said, "Holy crap, Roy.  You can't generalize
like that.  Women's boobs around the world have all different shapes. 
Besides, I wouldn't exactly call them pointy.  They look nice and full to
me.  I guess you think that the superb little dark-colored nips make them
seem pointy, but not to me." He then looked Amy in the eye and said, "Well,
sweetie, are you Chinese?" She shook her head and mouthed "No", but she
said nothing.  Then, she felt a hard swat on her ass as Daddy said, "Hey,
Cherry Blossom, no talking.  Remember?" Amy wanted to complain that she
hadn't said anything, but she just turned and followed the leader as Daddy
resumed pulling the chain of women into the middle of the big barn-like
building where the floor was covered with hay. Even though they had
explained the setup to Amy, she still looked at it with stunned amazement.
In the middle of the hay covered floor were six livestock display pens. 
They were organized in a kind of six-pack formation, three on one side,
three on the other.  Each pen was defined by a four-foot high metal fence
with several horizontal slats and a padlocked gate on the side.  Each was
filled with straw about two feet deep and a few bales of hay. Amy watched
as Daddy disconnected the last girl Jasmine/Claudia from the chain and led
her over to one of the pens.  He unlocked the gate and led the naked,
cuffed girl through the hay to two bales of hay that formed a corner.  He
helped the girl sit down in the hay and lean back against the hay bale.  As
he was leaving, he gave each of her tits a playful twist, and then he
locked the gate. Tears started to form in Amy's eyes as she thought, "I'm
going to be displayed naked here just like a farm animal for the next few
hours!" The old men gathered around as Daddy repeated the process of
displaying the next three women.  And then it was Amy's turn.  He unclipped
the chain from her cuffs and then gently unwedged the chain from her pussy.
Amy stood there trembling as he unlocked the gate to her pen; she saw her
fake name, Cherry Blossom, on a little sign attached to the gate.  He led
her through the deep hay over to a hay bale.  With her hands still cuffed
behind her back, it was difficult for her to sit down next to the bale, but
with Daddy's help, she got her bare butt down to the straw covered floor.
He helped her shift herself to a slightly more comfortable position, and
then he reached between her thighs with two hands and said quietly, "Spread
them out just a bit so they can see your cunt.  And remember, no talking."
And then he gently twisted her nipples and left, locking the gate. As Daddy
situated the last woman in her pen, Amy closed her eyes and shifted her
butt around trying to get it in a better spot.  But even with the carpet of
hay, she could feel the cool dampness of the concrete underneath her.  And
the more she shifted, the more the straw worked its way into her ass and
pussy.  Her arms were already sore from being bound behind her.  Finally,
she kind of gave up and just leaned back against the hay bale as best she
could.  When she opened her eyes again, she saw several men leaning over
the fence rail looking down at her naked body.  She really wanted to cover
herself, but it was physically impossible to do that with her hands cuffed
behind her. Amy resigned herself to her fate for the next few hours.  She
decided to treat the situation sort of like posing in art class.  But there
were some significant differences.  In art class, there was a clock on the
wall, and the pose was changed after 15 or 20 minutes.  Here, she had no
idea what time it was or how long she'd been there, and here, she was not
permitted to change her position.  And so the time passed very, very slowly
for the naked, bound, and fully displayed young woman. After a while, she
became aware of the pleasant smell of food.  Fried chicken?  Ground beef?
Mexican food?  She wasn't sure, but she knew it was food rather than
someone's body odor.  She looked up and saw the men were now eating as they
gazed at her over the fence.  One guy was eating a big sub sandwich. 
Another had a juicy looking hamburger.  Another was working on a bag of
potato chips.  And others were holding bottles of beer.  Even though she
had eaten lunch an hour or so earlier, she heard her tummy growl.  She
closed her eyes and tried to think about something else besides the food.
But she was knocked out of her self-imposed daze when she felt something
hit her left thigh.  She looked over to see what it was, but she didn't see
anything; evidently, whatever it was had sunk down in the hay next to her
leg.  Then, she felt something similar hit her stomach, and she saw a green
grape roll into her navel and come to a rest there.  She looked up and saw
a gray-haired man picking a grape off of a bunch that he was holding.  As
he lined up another shot, he said, "My aim's not so great today." And he
let it fly, and an instant later Amy felt it hit her pussy.  He yelled,
"Bullseye!" She felt the grape roll down her slit and come to a rest in the
hay.  He said, "Hey, it looks like you just laid a tiny green egg." He and
three other men laughed loudly.  And then the four of them took several
more shots at her pussy and her breasts.  Amy winced as one of the grapes
scored a direct hit her left nipple.  One of the men saw her reaction and
said, "Hey, that's enough.  We don't want to hurt her.  She's going to be
the prize of the auction, and we don't want damaged goods now, do we?" Amy
returned to her bored stupor looking up at the men crowded around her pen.
They were laughing and pointing and saying crude things about her body. 
She couldn't see the adjoining pens very well, but if she could, she would
have seen that the crowd around her was much bigger than the other girls.
She had struck their voyeuristic fancy. During a lull when the crowd had
subsided around her, she saw a pair of nicely polished shoes and grey wool
slacks approach her pen.  She looked up and saw Tyson Laird looking down at
her.  She stared daggers at him, but he didn't really notice, because he
was staring at her slightly spread pussy lips.  After a minute or so, his
gaze shifted up to her boobs where he paused for several seconds before
finally looking her in her eyes.  He gave her a smirkish smile and walked
away without saying a word to her. Finally, after seemed like an eternity
to Amy, she heard a loud clanging sound, and one of the men yelled, "All
right, everyone, the viewing and observing period is now over.  And we are
going to get these ladies ready for the auction.  Daddy, please prepare
them for us." Daddy went around to each pen.  He unlocked the gate and then
helped the naked woman stand up, but he left her hands cuffed behind her.
He brushed off the hay and then led the woman out to stand in front of her
pen.  For Amy, he picked the grape out of her bellybutton and tossed it
away.  And he also carefully pulled a few pieces of straw out of her ass
and pussy.  She stretched her legs and seductively bent this way and that
trying to work out the kinks from sitting there for almost two and half
hours.  The men gathered around each of the now standing women; they were
laughing and getting in some last-minute close-up looks of the pretty naked
ladies, but the men didn't touch them at all. Daddy had them stand in a
line in the same order in which they had come in, and then he said, "Okay,
turn and face me.  We're going to find some shoes for each of you. 
Remember, no talking." On a little cart, he had about two dozen shoe boxes,
and Amy could tell from the labels that they were high heel shoes.  Daddy
consulted a piece of paper and quickly found the right size shoe for each
of the other five women; evidently, he had done this before for all of
them. He helped each of them put on the shoes.  But for Amy, he brought out
a Brannock foot measuring device, and he had her step into it.  It showed
size 9, which is what Amy knew she wore back in the days that she was
allowed to wear shoes.  Daddy quickly found a pair of size 9 black high
heel shoes, and he steadied her as she lifted each leg to put them on. 
With her hands still bound behind her, it was difficult for Amy to gain her
balance in this strange pair of shoes; these were the first shoes she had
worn in almost three weeks.  He said, "Okay, Cherry Blossom, take a couple
of practice steps." She wobbled on the first two steps, but she quickly got
the hang of it.  She fell back in line, and then Daddy had them walk to the
other end of the big room where two stages were set up. One stage was
directly in front of several rows of folding chairs where the men were now
congregating.  The other stage was off to the side.  Daddy led the naked
ladies up the steps onto the side stage.  It was an enticing sight.  Six
beautiful nude women, hands cuffed behind them, in high heel shoes walking
up the aisle and up the few steps.  Daddy had them stand there in a line
facing the old men with their legs slightly apart.  Six beautiful faces,
twelve pretty boobs, six open pussies in full view for the men's enjoyment.
From her spot on the side stage, Amy counted the number of assembled
gentlemen.  Five rows of 12 chairs each, and only 5 empty chairs.  55 men
plus Daddy plus the one man on the front stage who seemed to be in charge.
And most of them were looking at the naked ladies rather than at the head
guy who said, "Hello, everybody, can I have your attention?" And as the
audience quieted down, he continued, "Well, here we are for our monthly
entertainment.  I see we have a few new attendees, and Daddy tells me that
we have a new lady on stage.  So, let me introduce myself.  I'm Joe
Whisman; I'm the current president of 'The Old Geezers'.  And let me
welcome you all, and I hope we can interest you new men in joining our fun
little group." He turned to Amy and said, "And, Cherry Blossom, welcome to
you, too." Turning back to the audience, he said, "So, for you newcomers,
let me take a few minutes to describe how this auction is going to work. 
All of you have had over two hours to evaluate the merchandise." He
chuckled and looked over at the naked women.  "And now, we're going to
auction them off one by one.  After each auction item, we will have the
lady give the winner a lap dance here on stage." And he pointed to the arm
chair on the other side of the stage.  "After the dance, the winner and the
lady dancer will return to the side stage where they can watch the bidding
for the subsequent items.  And in a little bit of a change, we're going to
do it in a reverse order today; that is, Jasmine will be the first item of
merchandise.  So, Jasmine, please come on over here, and we'll get
started." As Jasmine/Claudia gingerly made her way down the steps in her
high heels and walked over to the main stage, Whisman said, "There is no
minimum or maximum bid.  The only restriction is that each new bid must be
at least $10 more than the current high bid.  All of the money from the
winning bidder will be paid to the pretty lady, who can pick up that cash
at the end of auction." Jasmine made her way up onto the stage.  Her hands
were still cuffed behind her, and she stood there facing the men.  She was
one of the strippers from Naughty Girlz, and she smiled as she gyrated this
way and that; her breasts swayed and she turned slightly to show off her
ass.  She was trying to sell herself. Whisman yelled, "What's the opening
bid?" A voice from the back yelled, "Twenty dollars".  Several people
booed, and there was an immediate raise to $30, and $40, and $50.  After a
couple of minutes and some prodding, Whisman said, "We've got Nathan over
there at $200.  Do I hear $210?  No?  Going once, going twice, and sold! 
All right, Nathan, come on up and claim your winnings." Amy looked at
Nathan.  She guessed that he was 80 if he was a day.  Nathan used his cane
as he slowly climbed the stairs and handed ten $20 bills to Whisman, who
said, "Okay, Nathan, here's the key to her heart." There was a loud laugh
and Whisman continued, "Well, okay, it's actually the key to her handcuffs.
Please free this young lady from her bonds so she can do her dance for
you." Jasmine/Claudia knew the routine, and she turned sideways and bent
over slightly allowing her boobs to dangle in profile to the men, and she
lifted her cuffed hands back to Nathan who unlocked the cuffs with the key.
Jasmine raised her arms in the air and danced around wildly for a few
seconds. Nathan sat down in the arm chair to await his lap dance.  Whisman
guided the naked Jasmine over in front of the seated man, and said, "Okay,
Nathan, you know the rules.  Touching is permitted, but no penetration of
any kind." Whisman flipped on the music as the young lady gently sat down
on the old man's lap and started her dance.  There was about a 50 year
difference in age, but the man seemed like a kid in a candy store.  As
Jasmine twisted and turned, Nathan's hands ran all over her body - her
hair, her breasts, her legs, her pubic hair.  But he didn't actually touch
her pussy.  This went on for about 5 minutes until the music stopped. As
Nathan stood up, Amy thought she could see the hard-on in his trousers.  He
embraced Jasmine and gave her a kiss on the cheek.  Whisman said, "Okay,
let's lock her up again.  We don't want her to get away, do we?" And the
group chuckled at this obviously old, old joke.  Nathan clicked the
handcuffs back onto the naked woman, and he escorted her back over to the
side stage.  Someone from the audience brought one of the spare folding
chairs up onto the stage for the old man to sit in; Jasmine stood slightly
off to his side and behind him with a hand on his shoulder. There was a big
round of applause.  Whisman waited for it to die down before continuing,
"Okay, Poppy is next.  Please, darling, come on over here, and let's see
how much you can bring in." Poppy/Janelle scampered down the steps, and she
didn't wait to show her stuff.  She sashayed her way over to the main
stage, swinging her boobs and ass to loud cheers.  When she got on stage,
she continued with her stripper-like moves for half a minute or so.  The
bidding for her was livelier, and she eventually went for $260.  Her dance
for the winner, who was a man named Baxter, was pretty much the same as
Jasmine's.  And the two of them returned to the side stage. Violet/Carmen
was next.  Carmen was the gorgeous African American stripper.  She really
knew how to work the crowd and she earned $290. Rosebud/Jenny was the first
of the college students.  She wasn't as skilled as the strippers, but the
men liked her youth (Amy guessed that Jenny was an 18-year-old freshman).
And she netted $380. And now it was Amy's turn.  She blushed as she
tentatively stepped down from the side stage and made her way over to the
main stage.  She stumbled a tiny bit in the strange shoes going up the
other stairs, but she didn't fall.  She tried to smile and do a little
dance like the others had done.  Even though she felt like she had been too
awkward, the men gave her a big round of applause.  Whisman said, "All
right, all right, gentlemen.  As I said, this is Cherry Blossom's first
appearance here, and I sure as hell hope it won't be her last.  Now, what's
the first bid for this beauty?" From the front row, someone yelled, "One
hundred dollars." Followed quickly by $125, $140, $175, $200.  Amy was
dizzy listening to the bidding.  It eventually fell into a back-and-forth
match between two men.  $320, $330, $350, $360, $375, $400, $410.  And
finally one of them yelled, "Five hundred dollars!" There was a collective
gasp from the audience, and Whisman looked at the competing bidder, who
paused for several seconds before shaking his head and sitting down. 
Whisman yelled, "Sold to Warren Timmerman for $500!  Come on up here,
Warren, and claim your prize." Amy was blushing a bright red reflecting her
extreme embarrassment at being auction off naked like this.  But she
followed the example of the previous girls by turning her profile to the
men and bending while holding her cuffed hands out behind her.  Her boobs
hung nicely below her, and she felt her nipples tighten up even further. 
The man, Warren, was in his mid 60's with a full head of silver grey hair,
and he delicately patted her ass before he undid her handcuffs.  Amy waved
her arms around as if enjoying her freedom, but it was actually to stretch
her stiff arms which had been bound behind her for several hours. Whisman
said, "Okay, Warren, please have a seat, and let's have this Asian beauty
show us her best stuff." Amy followed Carmen's lead of starting out sitting
on the man's knee as if she were a little girl.  She felt one of Warren's
hands on her waist and the other on her thigh, and as the music started,
she began her dance.  As she feared, she felt very awkward and her moves
weren't nearly as smooth as the other girls.  But she persevered, as she
knew she had to.  One of her final moves was to straddle Warren's hips and
to lower her pussy into his lap.  She could feel his erection against her
pussy; only a couple of layers of fabric separated his cock from her
vagina. Warren was very aggressive in his touching; he especially liked
Amy's "landing strip" and he rubbed his fingers through it several times.
And he patted her pussy lips a few times as well.  As the music ended and
Amy stood up sideways to the audience, Warren knelt down in front of her
and gave her slightly exposed clit two quick flicks with his finger.  She
jumped enticingly in response. The audience gave her a huge round of
applause as Warren re-attached her handcuffs.  He led her back to the side
stage where she stood slightly in front and to the side of him.  She felt
his hand resting on her right butt cheek.  He left it there for the rest of
the auction, and he gave her butt many hidden squeezes. The final girl was
Pansy/Bridgette.  The men must have preferred the younger girls, because
like Amy and Jenny, Bridgette brought in more money than the strippers. 
She earned $410, and she gave what Amy thought was the best lap dance
performance.  She finished it by taking off her shoes and standing on the
arms of the chair above the man with her legs wide spread.  The man reached
up and gently parted her outer pussy lips and looked up into her. After
Pansy and her man returned to the side stage, Whisman said, "Well, guys,
I'm sorry to say that about wraps it up for today.  But let's give our
girls a big round of applause.  This was one of our better auctions, don't
you think?" The men stood and applauded for almost a minute before Whisman
waved his arms and said, "Good night, everyone." Amy wasn't quite sure what
to do next, and so she just waited to see what the other girls did.  They
all just kind of stood around with the winning men getting in some last
minute free feels; the girls were still not permitted to say anything. 
After a minute or so, Daddy came up on the stage with the shoe boxes.  He
helped the six naked and cuffed ladies take off their shoes.  And then he
said, "Okay, ladies, line up down on the floor; same order.  And I'll hook
you up for the trip back to the store." Amy just sighed as she realized
that this was just one last bit of embarrassment that he could inflict upon
her and the other women.  She grunted as the chain was pulled up into her
pussy again.  The men formed two lines and the naked women were dragged
between the lines; the men clapped their hands in appreciation as the women
walked back out into the alleyway.  Amy forgot about the puddles and
accidentally stepped in one getting one foot very wet and a bit muddy.  She
tried to wipe it off on the mat as the chain gang entered the backdoor of
the store, but she was only partially successful.  But Daddy didn't seem to
notice, and he dragged them back down the narrow hallway to the room next
to his office. He said, "Okay, ladies, you can talk and get dressed now. 
My thanks to all of you.  I have your money.  Please get it as you're
leaving." The naked women shook hands and said goodbye.  Since Amy didn't
have any clothes to put on, she just followed Daddy into his office.  He
said to her, "Amy, thanks again.  I hope we'll see you back here again. 
I've got your shoe size written down; size 9 shoes will be waiting for you.
Tyson Laird said that he would pick up your money and make sure that it
gets directed to the university's foundation." Amy was only slightly
listening to all of this.  Of course, she would never come back here.  She
just wanted to get the hell out of there, and she glanced at the clock. 
4:30 right on the nose.  Daddy noticed that she was distracted and looking
at the clock, and he said, "Your boyfriend's out there in the parking lot
waiting for you.  In fact, he's been out there the entire time.  I talked
with him briefly while you were in the corral, and he seems like a nice
guy. In fact, let him know about our equivalent women's club called 'The
Old Bitches'; they have a monthly entertainment meeting of their own, and
your handsome guy could earn a lot of money at one of those.  What's your
boyfriend's name?" Amy smiled broadly and just said, "Dwight." But she was
thinking about the word "boyfriend".  No one had used that word to describe
Dwight's relationship to her; not even Amy herself had used it.  But she
just gave a yelp of joy, smiled at Daddy, and said, "I've got to go.  Bye."

   Chapter 65 - Boyfriend / Girlfriend

   And the totally naked girl ran down the hallway, through the store
brushing passed several customers, and out the front door.  Her breasts
bounced wildly as she dashed across the parking lot to Dwight's car, yanked
open his driver side door, pulled him up facing her, and said, "Are you my
boyfriend?" He gave her a puzzled look and said, "W - what?" She repeated,
"Are you my boyfriend?" Her eyes were sparkling and she had the biggest
grin of her life. He said tentatively, "Yeah, I guess.  Why?" She looked
him deep in his eyes and said, "Well, I'm your girlfriend, and I just
wanted to make it official.  Okay?" And she grabbed the back of his head
with both hands and pulled him into a long, deep kiss.  It was a strange
sight in the seedy parking lot - a gorgeous naked girl standing partially
on tiptoe showing her bare backside to everyone as she kissed the surprised
young man.  There was a group of men a few feet away on the sidewalk, and
they started clapping. Dwight pulled his mouth away just a little bit and
whispered, "I love you, Amy.  But maybe we should continue this inside the
car?" She blushed, gave him another quick kiss, dashed to the other side of
the car, and hopped in.  She said, "There.  Satisfied?  Now, can we
continue?" She leaned across the console, put her chin on his shoulder, and
kissed him on the cheek. He smiled and said, "Hang onto that thought.  I'm
going to drive to a more appropriate spot, and then we can continue." He
pulled out of the parking lot a bit too fast, and the car skidded slightly
before he regained control.  He said, "There's a little park down one of
these streets that's always empty.  And there's a box of Trojans in the
center console; get one ready." Amy giggled in anticipation as she opened
the lid of the console.  And she giggled some more when she spotted her
polka dot panties lying on top of everything else; she had forgotten about
them.  She dug a few inches down through the miscellaneous stuff, and she
continued to giggle as she said, "This is just like a woman's purse.  We
have our handbags full of girl stuff, and you guys have your car consoles
full of boy stuff." She found the box of Trojans, ripped it open, and
pulled out a sealed condom.  She tore open the little packet and waggled
the neatly coiled condom in his face. Dwight turned down on a side street,
shook his head, and made a right turn down another little street.  Then he
said, "There.  On the left side." He pulled into the tiny 4-car parking
lot, and they surveyed the scene.  Not a soul in sight.  He grabbed a
blanket from the back seat and said, "Over there under the bushes." They
climbed out of the car and held hands as they dashed across the little
grassy area and under the big bushes.  Amy was breathing rapidly and
between breaths said, "Here, I'll do the blanket.  You get undressed."
There was a flurry of activity with the blanket and his clothes flying
about.  But they were soon slowly making love consummating their newly
anointed relationship.  Amy moaned loudly as they both climaxed together.
Dwight rose up above her just slightly and said "Shhh" as he smiled down at
her.  But Amy just giggled and rolled so that she was on top of him.  And
she rose up a bit, continued to giggle, and slowly brushed her tits
playfully back and forth across his chest with her pretty long dark hair
swaying across his face.  And then she collapsed on top of him and slowly
rolled off to the side.  They snuggled, and he played with her erect
nipples. As they cuddled for the next couple of minutes, they heard another
car enter the little parking area, but after a minute or so, they heard the
engine start up, and the car left.  Then, Amy sighed and said, "You know,
we've got to go.  I've got that stupid 5 o'clock meeting." Dwight
responded, "We've got plenty of time.  We're only a few minutes from
campus. But you're right.  I don't want you to be late because of me." She
pecked him on the cheek, stood up, and reached down to help him to his
feet. The naked couple hugged for several seconds and then Dwight quickly
got dressed as Amy folded up the blanket. Back at the car, Amy used a towel
to wipe herself off, and then she slipped on her polka dot panties.  They
laughed and joked as they made the short drive to Kameron Hall.  At 4:55,
they pulled up in front of the administration building, and Dwight turned
serious.  "Can you come over tonight?" Amy sighed and said, "Yeah, but I've
got that other auction to prepare for this evening.  It starts at 7.  I'll
call you when I'm done.  Probably 9:30 or 10?" "Okay.  Where will you be?"
She said, "Gamma Gamma Theta.  Do you know where it is?" "Yeah, it's not
that far from me.  Say, why don't I wait for you here?  Then we can grab a
bite at the Union Cafeteria and I'll drive you over there?" As she reached
around and grabbed her backpack from the back seat, Amy smiled and said,
"Good plan.  But please don't wait for me outside the Gamma house all
night." She opened her eyes wide and added, "Okay?  Boyfriend?" with
special emphasis on the last word. He looked back at her with the same wide
open eyes and replied, "Okay, girlfriend." They both giggled and then
kissed.  And she left. * * * Dwight watched Amy scoot up the steps into
Kameron Hall.  As she opened the door, she turned and waved at him.  He
couldn't believe that he had such a gorgeous woman for a girlfriend, but he
also wished he didn't have to share that beautiful body with the rest of
the world.  But he knew it would only be for a few more days, and then they
could return to a new kind of normal. As usual, the building was emptying
out just before 5 o'clock, and Amy had to put up with the stares and a
couple of "accidental" brushes of her breasts.  But she made it to Knoxx's
office in plenty of time.  She wiggled her butt at Mrs.  Duckworth, hung
her panties on the hook, and waited naked outside Knoxx's door.  As the
digital clock clicked over to 5:00, the door opened and Knoxx invited her
in. She just never got used to appearing naked before these well-dressed
gentlemen in this nicely furnished office.  She blushed as she took her
special spot in front of his desk. Knoxx said, "Good afternoon, Miss
Suzuki. We don't have a lot on the agenda for today, and so, why don't you
tell us about the auction this afternoon.  Actually, I notice that you're a
little bit more flushed than normal and do I detect a hint of feminine
arousal?  Does that mean that the auction was a stimulating experience?"
Amy wasn't quite sure how to respond to this and said, "Yeah, I guess.  I
was naked for several hours with all those men looking at me." Knoxx went
on, "Just looking?  No touching?" Amy mumbled, "Oh, during the lap dance,
there was some touching." Knoxx pressed on, "Anything more than touching?
You look sexually excited to me." Amy knew where this was going and decided
she'd better get it over with.  "Well, after the auction, I was excited and
I made love with my boyfriend." Knoxx smirked, "Oh, boyfriend?  Mr. 
Henderson, I presume?  I haven't heard you describe him as a boyfriend
before." A little bit annoyed, Amy said, "Well, he is.  What can I say?"
"And where did this happen?" "In a city park.  Just a couple of blocks off
Main Street, not far from campus." Knoxx just couldn't let up embarrassing
her, "Well, it must have been a real quickie, because the auction didn't
end til 4:30 and you're standing here at 5 o'clock." Amy blushed and
replied, "Yes, we did it fast, because I didn't want to be late for this
meeting." Knoxx said, "Well, thank you for filling us in.  And Tyson tells
me that the winning bid for you was for $500.  The university foundation
will really appreciate your support.  Now, Tyson could tell us what
happened this afternoon, but we'd like to hear it from you; your
perspective on the events was much different than his. Amy was really
embarrassed now, and so she decided to give them a chronological overview
of the afternoon.  And she spent several minutes telling them about the 6
naked women being pulled by a chain, displayed in animal pens with hands
cuffed behind them for a few hours, auctioned off while wearing high heel
shoes, giving lap dances to the winners, and then being pulled by a chain
back to the store.  She tried to describe it from a third person
perspective rather than the more embarrassing first person view that she
knew Knoxx was fishing for. Knoxx pushed the issue a bit, "Well, what was
it like to be sitting naked in the hay like that?  Was it stimulating?  Did
you get sore?  Did the hay get stuck in your private places?" Amy quietly
said, "Yes, to all of those.  It was a bit stimulating to have those men
looking at me, my arms did get sore tied behind me, and the straw crept
into my lower regions." Knoxx turned to Laird and said, "Well, Tyson, it
sounds like this was some very appropriate punishment for this young lady.
Thank you, for lining it up." He turned back to Amy and said, "That's
probably about it for today.  Now, since you are going over to Gamma Gamma
Theta this evening, let me give you the panties from yesterday to take with
you.  And on your way out, please pick up today's panties and take them
with you, too.  You'll give both of these to the Gamma guys for the
auction. Also, remember that Marie, oh I mean, Professor Whiteside is
expecting you at the art and wine thing tomorrow during the day." Amy took
the panties that he handed her and said, "Okay, I'll deliver the panties.
And I'll be at the art and wine festival tomorrow." Knoxx concluded, "Well,
if there aren't any other issues, here are some beige panties for you to
wear.  I guess they actually call these 'nude' or 'bare'; very appropriate
for you, don't you think?" Amy just nodded, slipped on the panties, and
left.  In the waiting room, Mrs.  Duckworth glared at her as she grabbed
the panties from the penis hook and stuffed both pairs into her backpack.
She then scooted down the hall to the restroom.  During the last few
minutes of the meeting, she had felt her bladder starting to complain.  And
so, she was happy to get away from those men so she could pee.  She was
alone in the restroom, and she called Dwight.  He said he was waiting
outside in the visitor's parking lot next to Kameron. A couple of minutes
later, she hopped into his car, and as they leaned across the console for a
long kiss, he fondled her breasts.  She didn't complain and continued to
kiss him. He made the quick drive to the Student Union, and they walked arm
in arm to the cafeteria.  It was only 5:30, and she said, "If you don't
mind, I'm going to get a full meal rather than just a sandwich.  I'm
starving, and we've got lots of time." He agreed, and they both bought the
daily $7.99 special, which was a big plate of pasta with meatballs plus
salad, dessert, and a soft drink.  They huddled at a table in the corner.
Many of the diners at the other tables looked over at the strange couple,
but Amy and Dwight were oblivious to the onlookers as they whispered about
some new lovemaking positions they wanted to try later.  Amy could feel her
breasts puckering up and a slight dampness between her legs. They lingered
at the table for over an hour before Amy said, "Oh, foo, we've got to go.
Let me use the restroom; I'll be right back." After using the toilet, Amy
carefully cleaned herself up, because she knew she'd probably be nude much
of the evening.  Her panties were a little damp in the crotch, but not too
bad. They held hands as they walked back to the car where Amy grabbed her
cell phone from the backpack.  She said, "Let's go.  While we're driving,
I'm going to call Linda." As they pulled out of the parking lot, Amy dialed
and said, "Hey, Lindy." "Hey, Sooz.  Hi, how are you doing?  We are just
leaving for the dining hall.  Can you join us?" "Sorry, I just ate with
Dwight.  I just wanted to let you know that I'll be at his place tonight.
Didn't want you to worry." "Oh, good for you.  I may see you there.  Mark
and I haven't decided what we're doing tonight." In a slightly disappointed
tone, Amy said, "Yeah, okay.  Maybe I'll see you." Linda immediately picked
up the undercurrent and said, "Umm, well, as I say, we have no plans yet.
Uhhh, Sooz, my dear, I detect something here beyond just a good old-fashion
fuckfest.  Are you and he, how should I say it, a couple, now?" Amy
blushed, turned away from Dwight, and almost whispered into the phone,
"Yeah, as of this afternoon." Linda almost yelled, "Sooz, Sooz, that's
great.  Good for you, girl!" Amy said, "Thanks.  But I've got a few
difficult days to get through before I can really enjoy it." Linda, "Oh,
you're going to the Gamma house tonight, aren't you?" Amy sighed and said,
"Yeah, we're on our way there now.  And I guess I won't see you til
tomorrow evening sometime.  So, have fun tonight.  Bye." As she closed her
phone, she noticed that they had pulled up in front of Gamma Gamma Theta.
She was a bit surprised, because she hadn't been paying close attention to
the route they were taking.  And she said dejectedly, "Oh, we're here
already?  Oh well, I guess I better get in there.  Now, please don't wait
out here for me.  I'll call you.  Okay, boyfriend?" Again, she smiled as
she emphasized the last word. He agreed.  They kissed.  And she hopped out
of the car with her backpack.

   Chapter 66 - Naked Girl in the Gamma House

   But Dwight sat there watching his beautiful girlfriend walk almost naked
up the walk to the front door. At the front door, Amy hesitated.  She had
never been sure about the protocol for going into a sorority or fraternity
house.  Was it like a dorm where you just walked in?  Or was it like a
private home where you rang the doorbell?  She decided on the later and
pressed the button.  She looked back at Dwight and playfully waved him to
leave, and then the door opened revealing a nerdy looking guy. The guy gave
her a goofy looking smile and said, "Welcome to Gamma Gamma Theta, Miss
Suzuki.  Can I take your things, madam?" For a normal woman, this would
have meant taking her coat, scarf, purse, etc.  But afterall, this was
Underpants Amy, and so her only "thing" was her panties.  Plus her
backpack. Amy knew this was a semi-serious joke, and that she could not
refuse.  So, she handed him her backpack and started to take off her
panties.  But the guy interrupted her saying, "Please, ma'am, allow me."
Amy sighed and merely clasped her hands behind her back and mockingly said,
"Thank you." And he knelt in front of her and slowly slid the beige panties
down her legs to the floor.  She stepped out of them and the guy reached
down to grab them, but he never took his eyes off of her bare pussy. All
this time, the front door was still open, and Dwight was irritated as he
watched his new girlfriend being embarrassed by this nerdy guy.  He opened
the car door and hopped out.  As he was about to close the car door, Amy
spotted him and saw the angry look on his face, but she slowly shook her
head and mouthed "No" to him.  An instant later, the frat guy closed the
front door.  Dwight stopped and got back in his car.  He was fuming as he
drove away. Amy continued to stand naked in the entryway as several other
guys came in from nearby rooms.  The nerdy guy stood up, spread out her
panties between his hands, and looped them over something on a table.  Amy
looked more closely and saw that it was a phallic-shaped vibrator attached
in an upright position to the table top.  The nerdy guy said, "Maybe we'll
have a ring toss game later in the evening?  Except we won't be tossing
rings!" Everyone except the naked girl laughed at this. There was an
awkward pause and then Don Seligman stepped forward.  He shook her hand and
said, "Hi, Amy.  We've got a lot of work to do the next few hours.  So, let
me show you around." The naked girl numbly said, "Hi, Don.  Okay, what
should I do?" And she followed him as he walked down a side hallway and
into a big room.  It was kind of like a gymnasium with a couple of
basketball hoops pulled up into the rafters. Seligman said, "Well, we're
going to discuss that.  And here are the other committee members."
Brockington, Brown, the two Larsons, and Zacharias came over as soon as Amy
walked into the room.  Amy also noticed an older woman standing off to the
side watching; the naked girl was relieved that there would be at least one
other female around tonight. And then Seligman waved to the older woman and
said, "Come on over here, Mom, and meet Amy." Amy smiled at her and they
shook hands.  Seligman said, "Amy, this is Gloria McFarland, our
housemother.  She's not actually the mother of any of us, but we call her
'Mom' anyway.  We're really lucky to be one of the last few fraternities
with a real live housemother." But Amy's feeling of comfort was fading as
she saw how McFarland was looking at her.  The housemother said, "Well,
hello, dearie.  I'd ask you how you are, but the whole world can see how
your body is doing, can't they?  Please slowly turn around so I can see
what we've got to work with." Hesitantly, Amy did as she was asked.  And
then Mom slowly circled the naked girl for a second look.  She paused in
back and briefly squeezed Amy's bare butt cheeks, and then back in front,
she lifted Amy's left breast for just a moment.  Mom said, "Well, Don,
you've got a very pretty one this time.  Are you guys going to draw straws
for turns with her?" Seligman blushed and said to Amy, "Oh, Mom's such a
joker." And turning to McFarland, he said, "No, Mom.  As we told you, Amy's
here to help us for tomorrow's auction.  No funny stuff tonight.  And
please, no more touching.  It's part of our agreement with Chancellor
Knoxx." The housemother continued in her mocking voice, "Oh, okay.  I'll
just watch to make sure you boys behave yourselves this evening.  But
remember, if you need any sexual advice tonight, I'll be right here." And
she turned to Amy and said, "And that goes for you, too, dearie." Seligman
said, "All right, Mom, we'll remember that." He looked over at Ned
Zacharias, and went on, "Ned, why don't you describe the physical setup and
how we're going to run things tomorrow?" Zacharias said, "Okay, Amy.  As
you see, we've got a platform over here with a podium on it.  And the
audience will sit in these chairs.  Come on, let's go up on the stage." Amy
followed him up the few steps and onto the platform.  She looked over and
saw that about 40 chairs had been haphazardly set up, and she was puzzled
because she thought they'd said they expected a hundred or so.  But she
just nodded as she turned back to Zacharias, who continued, "Phil
Brockington here will run the auction from behind the podium.  You will
stand off to the side where everyone can see you.  You will hold up each
pair of panties as they are auctioned off.  The winner will come up on
stage, and the two of you will pose for a photo.  The auction winner will
select the pose of his own choosing.  He can touch you, but not in a sexual
way.  For example, his arm over your shoulders is okay, but his hand on
your breast is not." Zacharias went on, "Steve Larson will be the
photographer.  The photo or photos will be transferred to the computer
where Mitch will quickly process them and add them to the document.  Mitch
will discuss the computer setup with you in more detail later." "We'll set
up a card table here next to the stage, and Jamal Brown will handle the
money and keep track of the various winners.  All of the money will go to
the Bancroft Foundation.  Our goal is $1000.  There will be a $5 admission
charge, which should get about $500.  And then we hope to get about $25 for
each pair of the 20 or so panties for another $500.  Any questions?" The
naked girl was already uncomfortable standing on the stage with the dozen
or so guys looking at her.  She thought, "Oh, this is going to be awful
with a hundred or more people." But aloud she said, "No, it sounds okay so
far.  What do you want me to do?" Zacharias said, "Well, as you can see
we've got some chairs set up.  But the rows aren't very straight.  We want
you to get the chairs set up nicely including the rest of them." Amy looked
around the room to see where the other chairs were stored.  She didn't see
them immediately, and so she asked, "Where are the other chairs?" Zacharias
smiled and said, "They're in rental truck out back.  The chairs you see
here now belong to the fraternity; we rented 60 more along with the truck
to haul them.  Here are the truck keys.  We'll let you get started with
those chairs." Amy took the keys and said, "Umm, okay.  How is this going
to work?  Do you want me to hand the chairs to you guys?  Or maybe the
other way around so I can set them up?" Zacharias smirked and said, "Well,
actually, we're not going to do anything except watch.  You're going to do
it all.  You're probably going to want to move the truck to one of the side
doors to cut down the distance that you've got to carry them.  It's all up
to you.  You're a smart woman; you can figure it out, okay?" Amy was
stunned and tears started to well up in her eyes.  But she stiffened her
back, thrusting out her boobs and in as strong a voice as she could muster
said, "Okay, I guess I need to get cracking." She had no idea where the
side doors were located or where the truck was parked, but she resolutely
walked down the steps and over to the opposite side of big room.  She found
a couple of doors, but they led into another hallway.  A little farther on,
she found a set of double doors with push bars.  These looked more
promising, and she opened one and found that it exited to the outside, but
there was no sign of a driveway or a truck, just a sidewalk with a garden.
This didn't look promising, and so she walked to what seemed to be the back
of the big room where she found another double door.  She opened this one
and saw that there was a driveway just outside.  She smiled and then looked
back at the frat guys and yelled, "Okay, I found the door.  Now, where's
the truck?" They all just smiled and shrugged their shoulders.  Zacharias
said, "Figure it out." The naked girl was now very angry, but she knew she
couldn't show it.  And so, she just opened the door and walked out onto the
driveway.  She had kind of lost her bearings, and she didn't know exactly
which way the street was.  So, she started walking one direction, came to a
gate and peered over it, and there was the street - no truck in sight.  She
walked back to the doors and then on past another zigzag bend in the
driveway, and there in the parking lot she spotted a yellow Hertz moving
truck. She quickly darted over to the truck, tried the keys in the door
lock, and she was glad when they worked okay.  But now she had to figure
out how to open the back compartment which was about 4 feet above the
ground.  Then, she noticed the lift that was folded up underneath the rear
bumper.  And a few minutes later she had figured it all out and had the
truck running and the back door open. In the meantime, this pretty naked
girl rummaging around in the parking lot had attracted the attention of not
only the Gamma members, but guys from two other nearby fraternities that
shared the parking lot.  And when she climbed out of the truck, she was
surrounded by six college guys staring at her nude body. She tried to act
nonchalant and said, "Hey, guys, can you give me a hand?  I need to back
this thing back down the driveway to those side doors.  I'll drive, but I
need someone to guide me down that narrow drive." One of the neighbor guys
said, "Yeah, sure, Underpants Amy, I'm Dan and I'll help you.  Chet will,
too, won't you?  But where are your underpants?" Amy smiled and said,
"Thanks, guys.  I'm not permitted panties tonight." And without further
explanation, she hopped back into the truck and put it in reverse.  She had
never driven a truck like this before, much less without shoes in the
twilight in a narrow driveway in reverse - and in the nude. The truck
blasted its backup alarm as she slowly backed it down the driveway - beep,
beep, beep, beep.  She watched in the two side mirrors as the two guys
monitored her progress; she got a bit too close to one side and the guy
yelled, "You're too close.  Veer back to the middle." And then she
carefully maneuvered through the zigzag bend as the two guys continued to
guide her.  Finally, she had the truck back by the double doors.  Amy
hopped down out of the truck and came back to the guys.  She said, "Thanks,
guys.  I really appreciate it." Dan asked, "Can we help you with the
chairs? It looks like there's a bunch of them." Amy replied, "Thanks for
the offer, but they told me to do it myself." He responded, "Well, that
sucks.  What jerks!" The nude girl just nodded, shook hands with them, and
they left. She went back to the building door and yanked on the door
handle. Locked!  She thought, "Oh, dammit." And she just started pounding
on the door.  After about 30 seconds, she was about to give up and try to
find her way back to the front door.  But then the door opened, and
Zacharias held it open for her with a smirking grin on his face.  She just
glared at him and kicked down the doorstop so that the door would stay
open. Now she started the tedious process of unloading the chairs.  She
found that she could put 8 of them at a time on the lift and lower them to
the ground.  Then, she carried them 4 at a time, 2 under each arm, into the
room.  She felt her boobs wobble in front of her as she bent over slightly
as she struggled along with the chairs.  And of course, she felt the eyes
of the collection of Gamma guys staring at her as they just sat or stood
nearby. It took her about an hour and a half to unload and set up the 60
chairs, and another 15 minutes or so to straighten out the 40 Gamma chairs.
It was now almost 9 o'clock when she returned to the room after returning
the truck to the parking lot.  Her breasts were heaving and her skin was
glistening with a damp sheen as she just tossed the keys back to Zacharias
and said, "Okay, what's next?" Zacharias looked over the gorgeous nude girl
and said to his nearby friends, "Hey guys, you've heard the old saying -
horses sweat, men perspire, but women glow.  Well, how often to we get to
see an all over glow such as this!" He turned back to Amy and said, "Well,
you did that very well.  Please remember how you did it, because you'll get
to do it in reverse tomorrow night." Amy briefly closed her eyes and
sighed, because that would add a couple of hours to Saturday night's
embarrassment.  Then, she looked at him and just nodded. Zacharias went on,
"Okay, shall we do the computer stuff now?  Mitch, I'll hand her over to
you now." And he grabbed Amy's hand and guided her back to the stage where
Mitch Larson had set up a small folding table with a laptop computer and a
printer. Larson sat down in front of the computer and said, "Okay, Amy, let
me show you what I've done.  Here's a folder with the one-sheet documents
that you emailed to me for all the days up through Tuesday.  Do you have
the one-sheets for Wednesday, Thursday, and today?  What about tomorrow's?
Also, Dr.  Knoxx said you would bring yesterday's and today's panties with
you this evening.  Do you have those?" Amy said, "Oh, yeah.  I almost
forgot.  They're in my backpack.  I'll go get them." Larson said, "No, I'll
send Ned." And he yelled over to Zacharias, "Hey, Ned.  Go bring Amy's
backpack." He turned back to Amy and said, "Okay, back to the computer."
The nude girl felt her breasts hanging conspicuously near his arm as she
leaned over to look at the computer window showing the listing of the 16
documents.  She brushed her hair aside and looked at him, but she noticed
that he was looking at her boobs instead of her eyes.  She said, "Well,
Wednesday and Thursday's one-sheets are on BOSS - you know the Bancroft
Online Storage for Students that the university provides us.  If this is
hooked up to the internet, I can download them from BOSS." Just then,
Zacharias returned with her backpack and Amy quickly got the two pairs of
panties and handed them to Larson, who immediately handed them to Zacharias
and said, "Make sure these are tagged and throw them into the bag with the
others.  And take her backpack back to entryway." Larson continued to sit
in the chair and said, "Now, where were we?  Oh yeah, you want to get on
BOSS; go ahead and login.  And then drag them into this folder." She
expected him to get up from the chair and let her sit down, but he just sat
there.  So, Amy sighed and reached her naked form across in front of him.
It took her about a minute to use the keyboard and mouse in this awkward
position to get the two files.  She flinched a bit when she felt someone's
clothing brush against her bare ass; she turned to see Zacharias and Steve
Larson standing right behind her looking over her bare shoulders. Mitch
Larson said, "Okay, good.  Now, what about today and tomorrow?" Amy stood
and moved a foot or so away so that the three guys weren't so close to her
and she said, "Well, I haven't had time to do today's yet.  Do you want me
to do it now?  And I can do tomorrow's just before the auction starts,
okay?" Larson said, "Sounds okay.  How long does it take to write up
today's one-sheet?" She said, "Only five minutes or so.  Can I sit in front
of the keyboard?" Larson smirked as he reluctantly got up and mockingly
held the chair for the naked girl.  She was surprised how cold the steel
chairseat was on her bare butt considering that Larson had been sitting
there for the last few minutes.  Using her journalistic skills, she whipped
out the document very quickly describing the previous evening's experiments
at Wytham, the morning's art class posing, the afternoon Prime Cut auction,
and the 5 o'clock meeting.  Like all of the previous one-sheets, she
carefully noted where her panties were during each of those times.  But she
didn't mention the glorious lovemaking session with Dwight in the park.
Larson took his seat again and said, "Umm, why didn't you mention setting
up the chairs and the other things we're going to do this evening?" Amy
testily replied, "Remember that these one-sheets run from 5 PM to 5 PM, and
so as far as these are considered, today is over.  I'll describe tonight's
goings-on in tomorrow's one-sheet.  Okay?" Larson replied, "Okay, I'm
sorry, you're right.  So now, let me use what you just wrote and fit it
into the template that I've used for the other one-sheets." A few seconds
later, Amy blanched when she saw that he had added in a big font the title
"Underpants Amy" with today's date.  Then, she leaned in close to the
screen again and read the following that he pasted in as the first
paragraph:
Amy Suzuki broke one of Bancroft's behavioral rules by streaking on the
night of April 30 of this school year.  She was punished severely for this
infraction, and her punishment included being prohibited from wearing any
clothes except for a pair of panties such as these.  She was assigned to
wear these panties by the Discipline Committee at approximately 6 PM on
(fill in the previous date) and she wore them until approximately 6PM on
(fill in the date here).  There were periods during that time when she was
required to remove these panties while performing community service
activities in the nude.  These panties were auctioned off with the proceeds
going to the Bancroft University Foundation.  The winning bid was made by
(fill in winning bidder's name here) in the amount of (fill in the amount
here).  The rest of this document describes in her own words what happened

to her and to her panties on that day. Her breasts quivered a bit as she
read this, but she just quietly said, "Yes, that's okay." Larson said,
"Good.  Now, let's take a couple of practice photos.  And I'll show you how
we're going to do that.  Let's see, Jamal's got the last two days panties
from your backpack, and we'll use today's panties for these photos.  Jamal,
come on up here." After a moment, Larson continued, "Okay, Jamal.  You get
to pick the poses for the two photos." Jamal Brown then said, "All right,
Amy.  Here's what I want for the first picture.  We're going to stand
side-by-side, each of us with an arm behind on the other's waist.  Kind of
arm-in-arm, like lovers do.  And with our outside free hands, we'll hold up
the panties between us below your boobs, but above your pussy, because we
want those special spots in view." Amy blushed, but she did as she was
told. Steve Larson snapped 3 or 4 pictures of this pose, making minor
adjustments to exposure and camera position. Brown then said, "Okay, good.
For the second one, I want to be kneeling while taking off your panties. 
You can put them on, but only up to your knees." Amy blushed again as she
pulled the panties up and left them bunched around her knees.  She just
stood there as Brown adjusted them, and Steve Larson took the pictures from
his spot in front of the stage. Mitch Larson then said, "Okay.  This is not
one of those fancy cameras that can send the pictures wirelessly.  So, we
need to get the memory card from the camera down there to the computer up
here on the stage.  You'll help us out here, Amy.  After taking each set of
photos, Steve will hand you the card and then you'll pass it here to me at
the computer.  I'll give you another card that you can give back to Steve.
Kind of a shuttle arrangement.  Let's give it a whirl." From his spot on
the floor, Steve took the card from his camera, and Amy started to walk
down the steps.  But Mitch said, "Uh, wait, Amy.  You don't need to walk
down there; that will take too long.  Just bend over from the stage and
Steve will hand it up to you." Amy immediately realized their real intent
was to show off her dangling breasts to the entire audience.  Just another
way to ratchet up the embarrassment!  She sighed and bent way over to get
the memory card from Steve's outstretched hand. Then she turned and took it
to Mitch at the computer.  Mitch handed her another card, which she took
over to the edge of the stage where she bent over again to hand it to
Steve. She glanced from one Larson to the other and saw that each had a
smirking grin on his face. Mitch then quickly copied the photos from the
card to the computer, decided which two photos to use, make some quick
cropping adjustments, and then dragged them into the one-sheet document on
the computer screen.  And after a quick final check, he printed the
document on the color printer.  He brought it over to Amy, who just blushed
in extreme embarrassment at seeing her naked image on the printed sheet. 
Amy thought, "This is embarrassing enough with just these few guys here. 
What is it going to be like doing it 20 times in front of an audience of a
hundred people?!!" Mitch said, "Well, I think the one-sheet turned out just
fine.  And the procedure seems to work.  So, Ned, I guess I'm finished with
her.  What's next?" Zacharias returned to the stage and said, "Good going,
Mitch.  And Amy, too.  Now, we need to advertise this event.  Amy, we want
you to help us put up these posters.  You may have noticed some on the
campus bulletin boards already, but we want to put some up around town,
too. We've got a small pickup truck out front with about 20 of these
posters attached to stakes.  Phil Brockington will drive and I'll ride
shotgun.  You can ride in back, and when I see an appropriate spot, you'll
hop out and pound the stake into the ground.  There aren't that many of
them, and it shouldn't take us much more than an hour.  Everything we need
is already in the truck.  So, Phil, Amy, let's get going." Amy was stunned
again.  She'd be riding around in the rear of a pickup in the same way that
a pet dog might.  And this would be on city streets in the middle of the
night.  She sure hoped that Knoxx had really told the city police about her
nudity.  The naked girl just bowed her head and obediently followed the two
guys out the back door, down the driveway, out the front gate, to the red
pickup truck parked on the street.  The two guys just smiled as they
watched the pretty nude climb into the back of the truck. The two men got
into the truck and settled into the two bucket seats while naked Amy tried
to figure out the best way to ride in back.  She finally decided to sit on
the floor and lean back against the truck cab.  But the posters were
stacked in that spot, and she had to shove them to the very back.  As she
was moving them, she glanced at one of the posters.  There was just enough
light from a nearby street light to let her see the picture of herself
provocatively posed on the edge of Knoxx's desk with her fingers looped
over the side edges of her panties; her face had kind of a come-hither look
on it with a faint smile and her nipples were erect.  She hadn't realized
that she'd posed so seductively that night.  As the truck started up, she
almost started crying, because she knew her image would be plastered
several places around town on these 18" by 24" posters. After only a minute
or so, the truck pulled to the curb, and Zacharias yelled, "Okay, Amy. 
There's a good spot over there by that fence.  Use that hammer and pound
that sucker into the ground." The naked girl climbed out of the truck,
reached back in for a poster and the hammer, and then scampered the ten
feet or so over to the chain link fence.  Her breasts wobbled wildly as she
pounded the stake into the ground.  It was right under a street light, and
she could now read the inscriptions on the poster.  In big letters across
the top, the title read "Underpants Amy" and the writing below the photo
said:

   Panty Auction 7PM Saturday, Gamma Gamma Theta House Panties from Amy
Suzuki's Punishment Admission $5 She climbed back into the truck, and as it
took off, she was still kneeling in the truck bed at the back gate peering
out at the road behind them.  Her eyes filled with tears and her long
pretty hair blew in her face as the truck raced along.  She really did feel
like that pet dog dutifully following its master's orders to stay in the
rear of the pickup truck.  It was the second time today that she had been
made to feel like an animal; first, in the display pens, and now with her
hair flying in the back of this little truck. The subsequent stops didn't
get any easier for the naked girl.  She was totally embarrassed at
displaying these posters which were inviting strangers to come look at her
naked body and bid on her panties.  And the temperature was dropping as the
minutes went by; she noticed that the guys had rolled up the windows and
probably turned on the heat while she sat naked and exposed in the back. 
There were a few cars that honked as they drove by, but mostly the streets
were empty at this time of night, and Amy was thankful for that small
favor. One city police car passed, but he didn't stop; Amy wasn't sure if
the officer had seen her or not. Finally, a little after 11 o'clock, they
returned to Gamma house and parked in the street.  The two guys were
talking about sports as they walked to the front door.  Amy was shivering
as she followed them back into the house.  Seligman was in the hallway to
greet them and he said, "Well, how did it go?  Any problems?" Amy just
slowly shook her head and Zacharias said, "Nope.  We picked good spots for
the posters.  Hopefully, we'll attract a crowd." Zacharias went over to the
table and got her panties from the vibrator post.  As he handed her the
panties, he said, "Well, Amy, that about wraps it up.  Here are your
underpants.  Do you need a ride back to your dorm?  I'll even let you ride
in the cab this time." He chuckled as he said the last part of that. Amy
was still shivering and said, "N-no, th-thanks.  I'll-ll just c-call my
b-b-boyfriend." With her panties still in her hand, she bent down to her
backpack and got out her phone.  She punched in the speed dial code for
Dwight, and she wedged the phone between her ear and her shoulder as she
awkwardly slid on her panties. As Dwight answered, Amy said dully, "Hi,
please come get me." And she hung up without saying goodbye. She didn't say
anything; she just stood on her tiptoes looking out the high window on the
front door waiting for Dwight.  At 11:15, she smiled as she saw his Taurus
drive up.  She yanked open the front door, and she heard Zacharias yell,
"Bye, Amy.  See you tomorrow night" as she ran down the short walk to the
waiting car. Dwight saw the anguished look on her face as she sat down.  He
reached over and took her left hand and said, "Oh, Amy.  Was it as bad as
it looks?" She started crying and nodding her head.  He said, "Your hand is
really cold.  Here, let me turn up the heat." He sat there holding and
rubbing both of her hands for a moment before she said, "Please, let's just
go.  I'll be okay once I get to your place."

   Chapter 67 - Alone with Dwight

   It was only a mile to Dwight's apartment, and Amy was looking forward to
taking a warm shower.  As they made one of the last turns, both of them
spotted one of the panty auction posters.  Amy didn't say anything, but
Dwight slammed on the brakes and pulled over next to it.  He said, "I don't
think that was there earlier in the evening when I dropped you off.  Did
they put that up this evening?" Amy nodded and quietly said, "Yeah, I put
it up." She hadn't realized that she was so near his apartment when the
frat guys told her to put up this poster next to the road. Dwight was just
about to say something, but Amy continued, "Please, Dwight, let's get
inside.  I'll tell you about it then." But Dwight yanked on the door
handle, started to get out of the car, and said, "In a minute.  But first
I'm going to take down that sign." Amy grabbed his arm and said, "No, don't
do that.  Just leave it.  I'll get in trouble if it disappears." He slowly
got back in the car, looked at the tears on her face, and quietly said,
"Yeah, you're right.  Oh, Amy, I'm so sorry.  I just don't want to see you
hurting like this." They drove the last few blocks in silence.  At the
apartment, they scooted up the stairs and Dwight quickly opened the front
door so Amy could get inside to warm up.  Amy looked around and said, "Are
we alone?  Where's everyone else?" Dwight replied, "Yes, we've got the
place to ourselves tonight.  Kevin left yesterday; he's a junior and there
was no reason for him to stick around for the graduation ceremony.  And
Mark told me that Linda surprised him with some last minute plans to spend
the night at a hotel downtown with a nice big jacuzzi in their room." Amy
smiled, because she realized that in their phone call a few hours earlier,
Linda had picked up Amy's unspoken desire to be alone with Dwight tonight.
Amy knew that her good friend had made sure that Mark would not be in the
apartment tonight. Dwight saw her smile and went on, "Oh, it's so nice to
see you smiling.  Come here and let me give you a big hug to warm you up."
Amy pressed her bare breasts against his sweatshirt and looked up into his
eyes as he tightened his arms around her.  After a minute or so, she said,
"I think I'm going to take a shower.  That will warm me up even more." He
said, "Want some company?" And Amy nodded enthusiastically.  Dwight
continued, "I'll turn up the furnace and you get the shower going.  I'll be
in to join you in a moment." A half hour later after a hot shower and
passionate sex, Amy rolled the condom off of his still erect cock.  And
then she tenderly wiped it clean with a tissue before snuggling down next
to him on the bed. She said softly, "You know, at dinner, we talked about
some special positions we wanted to try tonight, but I'm really tired right
now.  Do you mind awfully much if I take a raincheck?  Maybe tomorrow or
Sunday?" He smiled at her and said, "No, that's fine.  And that reminds me
that I need to tell you about some possible good news I got this evening."
She leaned up on her elbow and he went on, "I've got a follow-up interview
tomorrow with the recruiter from Jacobson Drillings about a possible job.
They are a small oil drilling firm with headquarters near Boston.  They
must be serious, because they want to talk with me on campus for a couple
of hours and then take me out to dinner.  But that means I won't be able to
pick you up after the art and wine thing tomorrow afternoon or to go to the
auction tomorrow night." She beamed at him and replied, "Hey, that's great
news.  And don't worry about me; I'll walk or get a ride after the art
festival.  And, umm, I'd actually prefer that you do not come to the panty
auction." Dwight looked at her and said, "But I'm worried about you, and I
thought my presence would provide some moral support." She was learning
some new things about her new boyfriend today, and she realized that he had
a protective side to him.  She thought that was a good trait to have, but
maybe not for this situation.  She said, "I understand that, but I'd just
rather that you not see me being embarrassed like that.  I'm a big girl,
and I'll deal with it myself." He replied, "Well, okay, if that's what you
want.  But I'll pick you up afterwards." She nodded and said, "And that
reminds me that I need to look up the location of Maple Park.  I don't
think it's too far from here.  Let's go look it up on the city web site."
She pulled him up from the bed, and the naked couple walked into the living
room, sat down on the couch, and fired up the laptop computer that was
sitting on the coffee table.  As it was booting, she giggled as he fondled
her breasts. Amy brought up the city map and said, "Yeah, there it is. 
Just three blocks over there." And she pointed out the window behind them.
But Dwight frowned and said, "Umm, you said the name was Maple Park, but
the park near here is called Maplewood Park.  I don't think they're the
same thing.  Let me look." He scrolled farther down the map on the screen
and said, "There it is.  It's on the south side of town in that newer
subdivision." Amy said, "Oh, god, I hope that's not it, because that would
take a long time to walk there, 45 minutes, maybe even an hour.  And why
would they have a pre-graduation event so far from campus?  Let's find the
web site for the festival itself." After a quick Google search, she sighed
and said, "Well, you're right.  It's way over there.  I sure don't want to
walk almost naked all the way across town.  But don't worry about me, I'll
get a ride.  And you knock their socks off at the job interview!" He said,
"Okay, let's hit the hay." And after an awkward pause, he added, "Oh, I'm
sorry, I shouldn't have said that." Amy cringed as she remembered the
afternoon sitting naked in the hay, but she said, "That's okay.  Oh, and
that reminds me of one more thing.  I promised to tell you what happened
tonight at Gamma house.  You still want to hear?" He answered, "Yeah, I
would, but only if you want to tell me." She said, "Uh, it's okay." And she
spent several minutes telling him about setting up the chairs, doing the
computer and camera stuff, and finally putting up the posters - all in the
nude.  When she finished, he silently pulled her into a tight embrace and
kissed her on her forehead.  He whispered, "Oh, Amy, I'm so sorry.  It's
almost one o'clock; we should go to bed." She just nodded, and she let him
guide her back to the bedroom.

   May 19, Saturday

   Chapter 68 - Body Painting

   The two naked lovers were jolted awake by Dwight's alarm clock and
seconds later by Amy's cell phone alarm at 7 AM on Saturday morning. 
Dwight was covered by the sheet, but Amy lay there uncovered.  She looked
over at him and they smiled at each other.  Then, she ripped back the sheet
and said, "If I can't use a sheet, then neither can you." And she laid her
naked body on top of his.  Within moments, she felt his cock getting hard
against her stomach.  She chuckled and said, "Your aim's not very good this
morning, sir.  That thing doesn't belong against my tummy." And she grabbed
a condom from the bedside table and slid it onto him.  Still on top, she
guided the now rock solid cock into her pussy.  She smiled down at him and
said, "There.  Now, it's properly located.  Make love to me, big guy." He
buried his face between her boobs, and they spent the next few minutes
having glorious sex. After snuggling for a couple of more minutes, Amy
climbed out of bed and said, "I'm going to take another shower.  Can you
fix breakfast for us?" He said, "Sure" as he watched the gorgeous naked
lady walk across the hall to the bathroom.  They smiled at each other while
she turned on the shower and climbed in.  The bathroom door remained open
as they both knew was required. Dwight was dressed and standing in the
kitchen when she came out of the bathroom still naked.  She asked, "Where
are my panties?  I thought I left them in the bathroom, but they're not
there." At first, he thought she was joking, but a quick look at her face
told him that she was serious.  He gave her a puzzled look and said,
"Sorry, Amy.  I don't know.  The last I saw was when you walked into the
bathroom last night.  When I joined you in the shower, you weren't wearing
them." Amy knew that she probably wouldn't be wearing them very much today
anyway, but she also knew that if she reported to the 5 o'clock meeting
without them that she would be punished somehow.  She was growing a bit
worried, but she wasn't frantic yet.  Dwight continued, "Come on over and
eat breakfast, and then we'll search for them together in a few minutes."
They watched the early morning news on the Boston TV channel as they ate
cereal and drank coffee.  Not much was said, and Dwight could tell that she
was worried. After they finished, Dwight said, "Okay, let's think about
this logically.  It's 8:05 now, and we need to leave at 8:30 to get you
there by 8:45.  So, we've got 25 minutes to find your underwear.  They're
beige, right?" Amy nodded.  He continued, "Let's re-trace your steps from
last night.  We were hugging right here, and then when I went over to the
thermostat to turn up the heat, you walked into the bathroom, right?" Amy
hesitated and said, "Oh, goodness.  Did I go straight to the bathroom or
did I go into the bedroom first?" They spent a couple of minutes talking
back and forth like this before he said, "Sounds to me like you went
directly to the bathroom.  I know you already searched there, but maybe a
second set of eyes will help." And they went into the bathroom together. 
There weren't that many places to look in that room.  They even emptied the
clothes hamper out onto the floor. Amy was getting more and more worried
now, and she said, "Oh, shit.  How could I be so dumb?  What is Knoxx going
to do to me now?  Is a stupid pair of lost panties going to cost me my
college degree?" Tears started to form in her eyes as she knelt on the
bathroom floor.  Dwight bent over and rubbed her bare shoulders as she
started to put the dirty clothes back into the hamper.  The last item was a
big light brown towel, and as she picked it up, the panties tumbled out
onto the floor.  She let out a gasp and said, "Oh, thank heavens.  Look,
they're almost exactly the same color as the towel, and the two things must
have been wadded up together." She slipped them on, and Dwight gave her a
big hug. A few minutes later, they left.  Amy picked up her backpack and
patted her own ass just to make sure that she really did have her panties
on. It took about 15 minutes to drive across town.  Amy was happy to see
that the park was in a mostly upscale part of town, but she had noticed
that the route they took to get there went through the same seedy part of
town as she was in yesterday at the Prime Cut auction.  Even though she had
told Dwight that she would get a ride, she was not at all sure who she
could ask.  And so she was afraid that she would really have to walk back
to campus from here afterall.  And she sure didn't want to walk almost
naked through the seedy section.  She didn't say anything to Dwight, but
she just wasn't certain about another route to take to get her back to
Knoxx's office at 5 PM. As they pulled up to Maple Park, they spotted one
of the panty auction posters across the street.  Dwight said, "Did you put
that up?" Amy answered, "I guess I must have.  But it was dark, and I
wasn't paying close attention to where we were.  I was just being the
obedient little naked robot girl doing what I was told." She was trying to
be funny with the last comment, but neither of them laughed. It was 8:40
AM, and Amy sighed, "Well, I guess I have to do this.  Give me a big hug
for luck?" And they awkwardly leaned across the center console and embraced
for several seconds.  She said, "I'll call you after the auction, probably
10 o'clock or so." She broke the embrace and started to open the car door
when she looked back and said, "And, boyfriend, break a leg at your
interview.  I just know you'll get that job.  I love you!" And she hopped
out of the car. There weren't many people around, but the few that were
stared at the almost nude girl as she walked into the booth area.  Amy
guessed that these were vendors or artists putting their work up for sale.
She wasn't exactly sure where to go, but this seemed like a main aisle. 
She glanced back at the street and saw that Dwight was still sitting there
in his car looking at her.  She smiled and then gave him a mocking wave as
if to say "Go on, get out of here." She watched as he drove away. Amy
smiled and nodded at people as she walked along, and then she spotted a big
tent in the middle, which seemed like it matched Whiteside's description.
She paused at the entrance to the tent, took a deep breath, and pulled the
canvas flap aside and stepped in.  Several people turned to look at the
beautiful bare-breasted girl who had just walked in.  Amy looked around and
saw Whiteside waving at her from the back corner. Amy walked over and
stopped in front of the drawing class instructor and said, "Good morning,
Professor." Whiteside grasped Amy by her shoulders, looked her up and down,
and then hugged her briefly.  Amy felt very awkward about the seemingly
warm welcome from this person who she considered to be an adversary rather
than a friend. Whiteside guided Amy a few steps farther on and said, "Amy,
you remember my sister, Valerie Steadman?" Amy smiled briefly as they shook
hands, and she said, "Yes, with the boys' soccer team." Valerie also gave
Amy the full up-and-down scan, and she said, "Ah, our star for the day has
arrived." She reached for Amy's backpack saying, "You won't be needing this
today; I'll store it here under the table.  And please remove your panties.
You won't be needing them today, either.  Quickly please.  We need to get
you ready." The several people in the tent turned to watch Amy slowly slide
her panties down her legs.  After she stepped out of them, she dangled them
from her fingers.  Valerie grabbed them from Amy's hand and looped them
over a little knob on the side of the tent pole; Valerie said, "That looks
like a good spot for them for the next several hours." Now, both sisters,
Whiteside and Steadman, circled the naked girl, and said some things in
French that Amy did not understand.  Steadman said, "Please, dear, spread
your legs.  I need to see how smooth you are down there." Amy wasn't sure
where this was going.  What did the woman mean by "smooth"?  But she spread
her legs and then let Steadman spread them even further.  Steadman knelt in
front of Amy and peered at her wide spread pussy.  More French conversation
between the sisters, and then Whiteside said, "Amy, ma cherie, please bend
over so we can inspect you from behind; keep your legs apart, please.  Here
you can put your hands on the seat of this chair to brace yourself." Amy
blushed as she followed the instructions, and a moment later, she felt
Steadman lightly brush her pussy lips.  And Steadman said, "There's a
little bit of hair down here, too." The woman patted Amy on her butt and
said, "Amy, you can stand up now." The two women came around and faced the
naked girl.  Steadman said, "Oh, Amy, I detected a bit of dampness and a
hint of arousal down there.  Did you have sex this morning?" Amy blushed
even deeper and whispered, "Yes." Steadman lifted and tweaked Amy's left
breast and said, "Well, good for you, girl." After a moment's pause,
Whiteside said, "Okay, Amy.  Have you ever looked at the Sports Illustrated
swimsuit issue in the last few years?" Amy nodded and Whiteside went on,
"Well then, you probably saw the pictures of the girls covered only in
paint.  And that's what we want to do with you today.  Body painting.  Your
body is going to be the canvas for some very artistic designs." Amy bit her
lip and gulped.  She thought to herself, "So, this will be the adornments
that Knoxx was referring to." Aloud, she said, "Okay.  How is this going to
work?" Whiteside said, "Well, I was just getting to that.  First, we'll
need to shave all of the hair off of your body - at least from the neck
down.  Especially, down here." And she brushed her hand through Amy's strip
of pubic hair.  "Your underarms and legs seem to be okay.  So, I guess
we'll just do your pubes including underneath where Val noticed a few stray
hairs." Amy gulped and Whiteside went on, "Then, Val and I will sketch out
the design on your body.  Each design will basically be like a swimsuit. 
And then we'll let the others fill in the colors.  You know, kind of like
painting by the numbers.  We will tell the others what colors to use where.
Sounds pretty simple doesn't it?  Any questions?" Amy asked quietly, "Who
are the 'others' that you mentioned?" Whiteside replied, "Oh, anybody who
wants to pay $5.  And once again, you'll be doing the university foundation
a big favor, because the money we raise will be donated to them." Steadman
interrupted at this point, "Actually, $5 is the minimum.  That's for the
non-premium spots like shoulders, back, and tummy.  But these spots go for
$10." She tweaked Amy's boobs again.  "And back here goes for $10 as well."
She squeezed Amy's butt cheeks.  "And then this primo spot goes for $20."
And she touched Amy's pussy just above the clit. Tears welled up in her
eyes as Amy realized that her body would be used to make money again.  It
was for the same good cause, but it's not what nice girls like her did with
their bodies.  Perfect strangers would be paying for the right to drag
paint brushes across the most intimate parts of her body. Steadman saw the
tears and said, "Oh, come now, girl.  This could be fun.  Enjoy it.  I did
it myself years ago, and it was kind of stimulating.  But at the very
least, you will get used to it by the end of the day.  We're going to try
to do 5 different designs on you.  The paint washes off easily, and so
after the painting, we'll take a few photos and then wash you off.  And
then we'll start again.  We'll give you a couple of bathroom breaks plus a
short lunch break.  And then we'll wrap it up by a little before 5 this
afternoon." Through her tears, Amy asked softly, "Dr.  Whiteside, can you
give me a ride back to Kameron this afternoon?  I need to be there at 5
o'clock for the meeting." Whiteside answered, "Sure.  I'll make sure that
someone gets you there by 5.  Now, we need to get started with the shaving.
We don't have a professional like Mr.  Lindstrom, but it's only this little
strip plus a few other hairs.  So, Val and I are going to do it." She
rubbed her hand through Amy's "landing strip" and slightly tugged on the
strands of hair. Whiteside added, "Here, Amy, hop up on this table and lie
on your back." Amy looked over and saw the big craft table with a plastic
sheet covering it.  And she cringed when she saw the ropes attached to the
legs at the four corners.  But she did as she was told and felt the cool
plastic on her bare back and butt. Whiteside said, "Good.  Now, spread your
legs, and I'll tie them down.  And just to be sure you don't move around,
let's do your hands as well." A minute later, Amy was spread eagled on the
table, and she looked up to see the gathering crowd around the table to
watch.  She squirmed when Whiteside idly walked her fingers across Amy's
bare stomach.  Whiteside said, "I think Lindstrom's idea of using a tummy
strap is a good one, don't you?" From her bound position, Amy just mumbled,
"Yeah, I guess." Whiteside said, "Now, what can I use for that?  I don't
see any straps around here; so, I think I'll just wrap rope around your
waist several times.  Raise your butt up in the air and hold it there for a
moment while I loop this around you." Amy raised her mid section and looked
between her breasts at her elevated body.  She blushed as she saw her pubic
area being so prominently displayed.  And then she felt the rough rope
being dragged under her and then up across her tummy. Whiteside looped it
around her four times and then said, "Okay, mon amie, lower your pretty
tush back to the table, and I'll tie off this rope." Amy gasped as the
scratchy rope tightened around her bare waist and was tied off on the side
of the table. Amy was now securely tied down to the table just like she had
been in Knoxx's office.  But this time there were a lot more people around,
and she was outdoors in this tent.  She felt a slight breeze come through
the tent and along her wide spread pussy lips.  She lifted her head and
gazed at her spread out body, and she saw the goosebumps forming on her
heaving breasts. Whiteside looked down at her pretty naked subject, and as
she was lathering up the shaving cream in her hands, she said wistfully,
"It's actually a shame to shave this off.  Lindstrom did such a nice job on
it, and it was such a pleasing contrast to Eva's smoothly shaven pussy. 
But since your days of posing for my classes are over, it doesn't really
matter.  And we certainly want this part of your body canvas to be smooth
for our painters, n'est pas?" Amy didn't answer.  She just closed her eyes
and waited for the inevitable.  And a moment later, she felt Whiteside
fluff up her strip of dark pubic hair followed shortly by the woman
clipping it away with a pair of scissors so that the hair was down to a
fine stubble.  Then, Whiteside laid a warm wet washcloth across Amy's pussy
for several seconds before applying the shaving cream in blobs over the
entire area. Whiteside said, "Well, Valerie, she's all yours." And Steadman
stepped forward with a long straight razor and began dragging it across
Amy's pubes.  Amy flinched a tiny bit, and Steadman said sharply, "Hold
still.  We don't want any nicks down there, do we?" Steadman used her
fingers to hold the skin taut as she shaved the area where Amy's strip used
to be.  And she shaved the surrounding area just to be sure that it was all
evenly smooth.  Steadman wiped the area clean with the wet washcloth, and
then she and Whiteside surveyed the work so far.  Each of them dragged a
fingernail, and Whiteside pointed out a tiny spot that needed to be
smoother.  Steadman applied another blob of cream and quickly shaved it
smooth. Steadman looked Amy in the face and said, "Okay, pretty lady, we
need to do the ones underneath now.  So, we want you to spread your thighs
as far apart as you can.  And then we'll attack those little guys." Amy
strained against the ropes to get her thighs as wide apart as possible. 
Steadman shook her head and said, "Not far enough.  Marie, reach in there
and open her thighs for me." Amy just lay there as Whiteside reached across
her pubic area and put her hands on Amy's inner thighs and pushed them
apart.  Steadman looked up into Amy's pussy using a little flashlight, and
she flicked a couple of hairs near the lips.  But Steadman shook her head
and said, "I can't get in there from here.  We need to do those from
behind. Undo her and then, Amy, I want you to kneel on the table with your
butt facing me." Amy stretched her arms and legs for a few seconds after
Whiteside untied her, and then she turned over and knelt on all fours as
Steadman had requested.  Her breasts dangled enticingly below. Steadman
spread Amy's legs, and said, "Bend over and put your head on your hands;
that will open up things back here." Amy remembered this embarrassing
position from the first Wytham visit and Lindstrom's pubic trimming.  She
trembled slightly as she rested her head on her arms. The two sisters
jabbered away in French for several seconds, and then Amy felt fingers
gently stroking her pubic lips.  Steadman said, "Good, Amy.  Now, be
really, really, really still while I shave away these little suckers.  I'm
going to lather you up and then run this really sharp razor right along
your lips." Amy took a deep breath and then held it as she made her body
rigid.  She felt two hands pull her butt cheeks apart as another hand
applied the shaving cream.  Steadman said, "Okay, hold still.  Here goes."
Amy felt the sharp blade slowly scrape along her very private lips. There
was a collective sigh of relief as Steadman wiped the area clean with the
towel.  Amy held the position as instructed while the two sisters carefully
inspected their work.  Whiteside said, "Okay, Amy, get up, and let everyone
have a look." Amy slowly climbed down off of the table and shyly stood
there with her arms at her sides as everyone present looked at her cleanly
shaven pussy.  Whiteside then guided the naked girl over to a full length
mirror, and Amy saw for the first time her hairless pussy.  She thought to
herself, "Oh, god, it hasn't looked like that since I was seven years old!"
Whiteside said, "Ah, trÃ"s bon.  Now, let's get on with the real show for
the day.  Let's take a few photos and print them so we can sketch out our
thoughts on paper rather than on this pretty female canvas." Steadman led
Amy over to the side of the tent and used the white canvas as a backdrop
for the pictures.  Before snapping the first photo, she pinned up Amy's
hair so that it wouldn't get in the way of either the paper sketching or
the body painting. Amy stood there numbly as Steadman took a photo from the
front, one from each side, and finally another from the rear.  Then,
Steadman scurried off with the camera to the computer and printer at the
front of the tent.  Amy just stood there and waited for Whiteside to come
over and tell her what to do next.  And a moment later, Whiteside did come
over, smiled at her, and silently led the gorgeous nude out the back of the
tent onto the lawn. Whiteside said, "While my sister is printing those
pictures, let me describe how this is going to work.  This is where you're
going to be standing for the rest of the day.  It's in the shade now, but
later it will be sunny and then back in the shade in the afternoon.  The
change in lighting will add interest to the project as the day goes on.  We
sure hope you're not susceptible to sunburn, because we don't want to use
any sunblock on you; it would just interfere with the paint.  I would think
with your light olive colored skin that burning is not a problem.  N'est
pas?" Amy just stood there for a moment before she realized that the
instructor was asking her a question.  She said, "Oh, sorry.  No, I don't
burn easily.  I should be okay today." Whiteside went on, "Very good.  Now,
as I said, Val and I will draw the outline of the design on you.  We're
mostly going to use these little paint sticks; they look like Magic
Markers, but they hold paint rather than ink.  They're good for drawing
lines, but not so good for covering large areas of your skin.  We'll let
the customers use paint brushes to apply most of the paint on you, but
we'll keep these handy in case a customer wants to use one." She continued,
"We'll let you stand in the grass, but we'll put down plastic sheets for
the customer to stand or kneel on so they don't get their clothes too
dirty. We'll also give the customers a smock to wear.  We thought about
having you stand on plastic, but we thought it was a bit more artistic for
your bare feet to be in the grass.  Sort of like communing with nature. 
N'est pas?" Amy just nodded as Whiteside rambled on, "We've never done this
before, and so we don't know how long each design will take.  We're going
to start out with a simple one and see how it goes.  But we'd really like
to do 5 today and get about a hundred dollars each time.  After each one is
finished, we'll take some photos, and we'd really like to see a smile on
your face." She reached up and lifted each side of Amy's mouth.  "I don't
think we've seen you smile yet today.  But it would help business and
provide better photos, if you did.  Okay?" Amy gave her a brief smile and
said, "Okay." And then she returned to her passive expression. Whiteside
continued, "After each photo session, we'll wash you off.  Actually, it
will be a customer who will do that.  We're going to charge $10 for the
privilege of hosing you down.  We'll do that over there next to those
bushes where there's a faucet.  Sorry, we don't have a hot water tap
available, and so, it might be a bit cool, but you'll survive.  We'll give
the customer a washcloth and sponge to use on you, and then a towel
afterwards.  Hmmm, anything else?  Well, my naked friend, what do you
think? Any questions?" Amy was still pretty stunned at what was happening
to her, and she almost blurted out, "What do I do with my hands?  Can I
talk?  Can I hold a bottle of water?  Can I . . ." Whiteside interrupted,
"Whoa, slow down.  Oh, here comes Valerie.  I'll answer your questions and
then we'll talk about the sketch photos." As Steadman joined them,
Whiteside said, "I've explained the procedures to Amy, and I'm just about
to answer her questions." She turned back to the naked girl and said,
"Let's see.  Your hands?  I guess just hold them out of the way at your
side or behind your butt.  But you know your rules - no covering up.  Umm,
talking?  Let's say, no talking unless you are asked a question.  Water? 
Well, they've got a cute little water cart that comes around, and we'll get
you a bottle from there.  But let's leave it over by the tent and you can
motion to one of us to bring it to you.  And you were about to ask
something else?" Amy hesitated trying to remember and then said, "Oh, yes.
Does it matter what way I face?  Can I turn to avoid looking into the sun?"
Whiteside looked at Steadman and shrugged before saying, "No, I don't think
it matters which direction you're facing.  But if the customer wants you to
turn, please do as you're asked.  Anything else?" Amy quietly said, "No,
that's all." Steadman then took control and said, "All right.  I see that
we've got a line of customers already forming.  So, we need to hurry here.
We're going to sketch the design on these pictures first, making any
necessary changes on paper, and then do the outline on your body." She held
up several sheets of paper, each one had four color pictures on it.  These
were the four profiles of Amy's naked body - front, right, back, and left -
that were taken earlier.  Steadman went on, "Marie, you said you had an
idea for a simple one to get us started?" Whiteside replied, "Oui.  You
know how all the ladies on Ipanema beach wear skimpy thongs?  Well, I guess
not all of them, and many of them that are wearing thong suits really
shouldn't be." She turned to Amy and went on, "Now, this gorgeous girl
could certainly wear a thong on that famous beach, but there are a couple
things preventing that right now.  First, we're not in Rio de Janeiro, and
second, she's not allowed to wear clothes right now - even such a skimpy
suit as a thong.  So, we need to pretend that we're on that lovely beach,
and we need to paint a black thong onto this beautiful nude body.  Here,
let me sketch my idea on one of those sheets." Whiteside grabbed one of the
sheets from her sister, and using a fine tip black marker, drew a tiny
triangle over Amy's pussy, thin straps up to high on the hips, a slightly
bigger triangle on each boob, a strap connecting the two boob cups, and
straps from the cups up to behind her head.  She skipped the side views and
on the rear view, she drew the lines from high on the hips down to the ass
crack where she added a very tiny triangle.  And then she added the bra
strap across the back. She said, "All in black.  We can sell the pussy
spot, the two boob spots, and the butt spot.  But only a few non-prime
spots.  So, we'll only get about $70 for this one, but it will give us an
idea how the concept is working." Steadman said, "Very good, sister; I like
it.  Let's bring the crowd over, and let them watch as we outline the spots
on this pretty naked canvas." She motioned to one of the other attendants
who was holding up a rope to keep the crowd back.  There were about 15
people who gathered around Amy and the two sisters.  All but 3 of the group
were men. Steadman waited for the crowd to calm down and said, "Good
morning, everyone.  We're going to try something different this year.  We
are incredibly fortunate to have the services of this pretty lady for the
day.  This is Amy Suzuki, and some of you may know her story, but for the
rest of you, let me briefly describe why she is here naked today.  She was
caught streaking a few weeks ago, and she is being punished by the college
for that.  Part of her punishment is to help us with body painting today.
Here's how it's going to work.  My sister and I are both artists; she's a
professional; I'm just an amateur.  We're going to sketch out the design on
Amy's body, and then you will have the opportunity to purchase the right to
fill in the areas in our outline.  Like all women, Amy has some very
special spots, and we are going to charge more to fill in those special
spots.  Specifically, we charge $20 to paint over her vagina area, $10 for
each breast, $10 for her buttocks, and then $5 for the other spots.  Now,
my sister is going to draw the outline, and then you folks can purchase the
rights to fill in.  Okay?" Whiteside stepped forward holding Amy's hand and
said, "Good morning.  All of our designs are going to simulate swimsuits,
and this first one is very simple.  It's a tiny Brazilian thong.  I'm going
to sketch it with this paint stick, and you folks can use either a brush or
this paint stick for your work.  Now, let me get started." She started on
Amy's left boob by drawing a triangle around the areola.  Then, a matching
one on the right breast.  Followed by the straps around the neck, between
the two triangles, and around to the back.  Amy flinched a bit on the
second triangle, which caused the line to be a bit crooked; Whiteside
whispered sternly, "Hold still." Then she knelt down in front of Amy and
drew the top line of the triangle about an inch above the top of her pussy
lips.  That line was slightly curved as Whiteside extended it only a couple
of inches towards Amy's hip.  At the natural dip between the right thigh
and the tummy, Whiteside drew two lines up for the thin thong strap up high
on Amy's hip.  She drew a matching set of lines on the left side.  Around
in back, she drew a small triangle right at the start of Amy's ass crack,
and continued the strap lines from the hip down to the rear triangle.  And
lastly, she tapped Amy on the inner thigh, and after Amy dutifully spread
her legs, Whiteside drew a line on either side of her pussy from the front
triangle to the rear one.  Again, Amy squirmed at the intimate touch of the
felt tip paint stick.  As Whiteside stood up, she leaned into Amy's ear and
crossly whispered, "What did I tell you?  Quit squirming." Steadman stepped
up again and spoke, "Okay.  We've got the outline drawn.  Now, let's see if
we can sell the painting rights.  Let's start with the high price territory
- her vagina." She turned to the man nearest her and said, "How about you,
sir?  Do you want to fill in the vagina?  Ooops, I said that wrong.  Do you
want to paint her groin area?" The middle-aged man nodded his head
enthusiastically, reached for his wallet, and said, "You bet." Just then, a
younger man on the other side of the crowd yelled, "Hey, I was in line
ahead of him, and I want to paint her pussy." Several other men almost
simultaneously shouted, "Hey, me, too!" Steadman gave a worried look over
at Whiteside, who just shrugged her shoulders.  Steadman then waved her
arms and said, "Okay, okay, okay.  Everybody, settle down." She waited a
few moments before continuing, "All right.  Let's figure this out. 
Everybody who would like to paint Amy's vaginal area, please raise your
hand." And six men quickly thrust up a hand. Steadman then said, "Well, we
didn't expect this.  So, why don't we have a little informal auction?  The
bidding will start at $20 with a minimum increment of $5.  So, do I hear
$20?" And all 6 men yelled $20.  "How about $25?" Again, all six.  "$30?"
Only two men responded.  "Okay, now we're getting somewhere.  $35?" And one
of the guys shot up his hand and yelled "$50 for that pretty pussy!"
Steadman looked over at the other bidder, who just shook his head.  And
Steadman yelled, "The vagina goes for $50!" The man stepped forward
expecting to start painting, but Steadman held up her hand and said, "Hold
your horses, sir.  Let's get the other spots sold off.  All right, let's do
the left breast next.  Same procedure except this starts at $10.  Do I hear
ten for a tit?" Several responses.  "How about $15?" Still several. 
"Twenty?" A couple.  "$25?" Pause.  And finally a guy said, "Yeah, I'll go
twenty five." Steadman replied, "Anyone else?  No?  Left breast for $25."
And so the bidding went.  Amy's right boob also went for $25; her butt for
$20; and the hip straps for $15 each.  The upper straps went for $5 each.
All the winners were men except for the lady who bid $20 for her butt.  And
naked Amy stood there aghast that her body parts were auctioned off so
impersonally. Steadman said, "Okay, now the real fun begins.  We're going
to start at the top.  Let's do the left breast first, and if the winner
will come up, I'll show you how to begin." Amy continued to just stand
there with an oh-well-there's-nothing-I-can-do-about-it look on her face as
the young man walked up.  He was obviously a college student, but Amy
didn't recognize him. Steadman said to him, "Hello.  You get to be first,
congratulations.  Now, I think you're going to want to use a brush rather
than this little paint stick, because you've got to fill in this little
triangle." And she dragged her finger around the lines drawn on Amy's boob.
Again, Amy flinched and Steadman gave her a stern look. Steadman went on,
"For your protection, we will lend you this artist's smock, and I'll lay
down this plastic sheet for you to stand on.  And just for grins, here's an
artist's cap that you can wear as well." And she put the beret-like hat on
his head. She spread out the plastic sheet on the ground in front of the
naked girl and handed the guy a small can of black paint and a smallish
paint brush. The guy stepped onto the plastic sheet only a foot or so from
Amy, and he said, "Hi, Amy; I'm Gil.  Nice to meet you." Amy gave him a
wane smile and replied softly, "Hi, Gil." But she immediately wondered if
she should have said that; she glanced over at Whiteside, who was slowly
shaking her head and giving Amy a hard look. Tentatively, Gil dipped the
brush into the can and brought out a fully loaded brushful of paint.  And
he slowly dabbed it right on her nipple, which was pretty much in the
center of the triangle.  Amy tried to remain still, but her boob jiggled
just a bit, and the paint dripped from her tit down to her left foot
landing on the middle toe.  Steadman was watching and said, "Spread it
around in the triangle, but then try a little bit less paint the next time
you dip the brush." Gil laughed as he brushed the paint around Amy's areola
and the surrounding breast.  Then, he knelt down so that he could see the
bottom line of the triangle which was drawn on the underside of Amy's boob,
and he carefully painted the underneath part.  Amy could feel her nipple
begin to tighten up, and she was sure that Gil noticed that as well. It
didn't take too long for him to fill in the little triangle, and he stood
back and admired his work.  He handed the can and brush back to Steadman,
and he said, "Thanks.  That was really fun.  And thanks to you Amy, as
well." Amy just nodded and gave him another wane smile. Steadman helped him
take off the smock and the cap, and she said, "Okay, now the right breast.
Will the winner please step up?" And an older man, probably 60 or so, came
up.  Steadman set him up the same way, and Amy just stood there as the man
filled in the triangle on the right breast.  As he finished, he gave her
tit a quick flick with the tip of the brush. Then came a man who used the
paint stick to fill in the strap from the top of one triangle, around the
back of her neck, and down to the top of the other triangle.  And the next
guy drew the strap from the sides and around her back.  And finally, a guy
who did the short strap between the two triangles; he looked disappointed
that his strap was so short and that he finished so fast. Before
continuing, Steadman said, "Okay, everyone, we've got the top on her.  And
this is the first brassiere-like thing that Amy has worn in 3 weeks." Amy
just stood there passively as the crowd looked at her naked-from-the-boobs
down body. Steadman gave them a long pause to look and then continued,
"Now, let's do the really fun stuff.  Where's that pussy winner?  Sorry,
that's a little gross, but you know what I mean." And the guy who had bid
$50 came up.  He was another college student, and Amy had seen him around
campus, but she didn't know him personally. He waved his hands to the crowd
as if he'd just won an election, and then he turned, shook Amy's hand, and
said, "Well, hello, Underpants Amy.  But I'm sure glad you don't have your
underpants on now, because we're going to get to be really close friends in
the next few minutes.  Oh, by the way, my name is William, but you can call
me Will for short." Amy just stared at him and said nothing as they shook
hands. Steadman outfitted him with the smock and cap followed by the can of
paint and a brush.  Then, Will knelt down in front of the naked girl, put
down the can and brush, and used his hands to spread apart her thighs.  Amy
obediently spread her legs, and she knew that her pussy was now open and
that the guy was staring at it from just inches away.  He made a show of
looking at it from various angles as if trying to figure out how to attack
the little project. He picked up the brush, dipped it in the can, and said,
"There's this one really, really special tiny spot that I think I'll do
first." And he dabbed a drop of paint on her partially exposed clit.  Her
thighs quivered just a bit, but she held her ground.  He leaned back and
looked at her pussy again before dipping the brush in the can for the
second time.  And now he started to paint the top part of the little
triangle above her pussy.  That only took a few seconds, and then he
started painting the pussy lips themselves.  Amy felt the tip of the brush
creeping just slightly into her pussy as Will did the inside of her lips.
He used the thin brush handle to tap her inner thighs again, and she spread
out even farther.  He looked in underneath and painted the outlined area
between her legs. But then he backed out and asked Steadman, "Where do I
stop in there?  I don't see a line showing how far to go." Steadman
replied, "Well, as you can see, things are a little tight down there.  So,
you should just go to the perineum.  You know, the spot between her anus
and her vulva.  The butt winner will do from the perineum back." Amy
blushed at hearing her body described in such intimate detail, but she held
her legs well apart as Will knelt way down again and finished his painting
job. As he finished, he asked Steadman, "Do you have a wet rag?  It's
starting to drip down her leg just a tiny bit." Steadman handed him a damp
paper towel, and he wiped away the drip that was forming just below her
pussy on her right leg.  He stayed down there for several more seconds just
to make sure that there weren't any new drips forming. He stood up and gave
the crowd another election winner wave.  Then, he shook hands with Steadman
and Amy.  He whispered to Amy, "I hope you get your underpants back, but
not too soon!" She just glared at him. Steadman said, "All right.  Let's
have the butt person come up." As an older woman walked up, Steadman added,
"Ah, that's right.  We had a female winner for Amy's butt." The woman and
Steadman shook hands, and then the woman shook hands with Amy and said,
"Hello, dearie.  I'm Janice." Amy looked her over and based on the graying
hair guessed that the woman was in her mid 50's. Steadman was just about to
say something when there was a sound of bells ringing nearby, almost like
sleigh bells.  And Steadman smiled and raised her hand and said, "Ah, that
must be the water cart coming around.  Let me pause for a moment to buy Amy
a bottle of water." Amy turned her head and was surprised to see a cute
little Shetland pony pulling a small cart with many water bottles sticking
out of a tub of ice.  The pony was being led by two teenagers, a boy and a
girl, who stared and then smirked when they saw the partially painted naked
girl standing there. Steadman said, "Please, ladies and gentlemen, here's a
not so subtle sales pitch.  Please, buy some water from these young people.
It's for another good cause; the proceeds will help fund the high school
choir's trip to Britain this summer.  They're not actually going to the
Shetland Islands where this pony is from, but they will be going to nearby
Scotland.  My daughter is part of the choir, and she's looking forward to
the trip." Steadman and several other people from the crowd went over and
bought bottles of water.  Steadman held it out to Amy and said, "Want
some?" Amy nodded her head and took the bottle.  After a few swigs, she
said "Thanks" and handed it back to Steadman who said, "It will be right
over here in the cooler by the tent.  Just wave when you want some more."
The crowd gathered back around the naked girl and Steadman said, "Now, we
have Janice here who will be filling in the triangle on Amy's butt as well
as completing the crotch part underneath.  Janice, since you've seen how
the other budding artists have done things, I don't think you really need
any further instructions from me.  So, here's the smock, cap, brush, and
paint.  You might want to use the paint stick in the tight places, but I'll
let you decide that." Janice rubbed her hands together very quickly, took
Amy by her bare shoulders, and turned her around.  She knelt down, grabbed
the paint brush, dipped it in the can, and with an air of authority,
quickly filled in the small triangle just above Amy's ass crack.  Then, she
reached her hands between Amy's thighs signaling the naked girl to spread
her legs, which she did.  Janice then lay down on the ground facing up with
her head between Amy's legs and used the paint stick to complete the thin
strip between the front and rear triangles.  Then, Amy blushed as she felt
Janice spread her butt cheeks with one hand and draw the felt tip paint
stick on both sides of her asshole.  When she finished, Janice confidently
gave Amy a hard slap on the ass. Steadman said, "Okay, good job, Janice. 
Now, we're almost done.  Only these two thin straps." And she traced her
fingers through the outline on Amy's left hip from front to back.  "Let's
have both of the gentlemen who will be doing these straps come on up here,
and we'll do both of these at the same time." One of them was middle aged
and the other was another student, who Amy did not know.  They both shook
her hand, but she didn't catch either name.  These straps were done very
fast as they each used a paint stick to fill in the lines. Steadman
returned to Amy's side and raised Amy's arm as if she were a winning boxer.
Steadman said, "Well, everyone, what do you think?  Our naked lady is now
no longer naked.  I want to thank those of you who did the painting.  Now,
we're going to take a few photos for posterity, wash her off, let her rest
for a bit, and then start all over again with a new design on her naked
body.  Feel free to come back; Amy will be here all day long.  And
remember, this is all for a good cause - the Bancroft University
Foundation." Just then, a man walked up from the tent and whispered
something in Steadman's ear.  Steadman then said to the crowd, "Oh, a
couple of more things.  I forgot to ask if anyone wants to help wash off
Amy.  We're charging $5 for that privilege.  Any takers?" After several
guys raised their hands enthusiastically, Steadman sighed and said, "Well,
I guess we'll have to auction off that task as well.  We'll do that in just
a second after I say this other thing.  We've decided for the rest of the
day that we'll skip these little auctions and sell of the rights on a
first-come-first-served basis.  So, the first one in line will have the
first chance to buy painting rights to the body area that he wants.  And
we've decided to raise the prices a bit from what we originally were
asking. This is our administrator, Quentin Hardy; he has made up a sign
showing the new prices." And Hardy held up the hand lettered sign which
read:

   Body Painting First-Come, First-Served Amy's Vagina $35 Amy's Left
Breast $25 Amy's Right Breast $25 Amy's Butt $20 Amy's Other Spots $10
Washing Amy $10 Amy shut her eyes and just shook her head after seeing the
sign with her name and body parts essentially listed for sale. Steadman
then said, "Well, I guess I promised you guys an auction for washing off
this paint.  So, we'll do this one last auction just for this.  I know I
said $5, but let's start the bidding at $10 as this sign suggests with $5
increments." After a brief back-and-forth bidding contest, another student,
Charles, was the winner for $25.  After that little auction, Hardy drew a
line through the $10 figure for Washing Amy and wrote $20 instead. Steadman
told Charles to stand by the tent, and she grabbed Amy by the hand, took
her into the tent, let down her pinned up hair, and stood her in front of
the mirror.  And Amy saw herself "dressed" for the first time in weeks. 
She thought it actually looked pretty good; she just wished that it were on
some other girl's body! Whiteside came up with the camera and had Amy move
over to the spot next to the side of the tent.  She pleaded with Amy to
smile and then had her do a couple of provocative poses similar to those
she had done in the art class, and Whiteside snapped off several photos.
Whiteside then said, "Okay, let's get you cleaned off.  Here, hold onto
this bucket and come with me." She grasped Amy's hand, and as they left the
tent, Whiteside grabbed Charles with her other hand saying, "Come on. 
We're going over there by the bushes." On the other side of the walkway,
Amy saw the faucet and coiled up hose in an area away from the booths and
tents.  And then Whiteside said to her, "All right, Amy.  Here's how this
is going to work.  And you, Charles, listen up as well.  Amy, in the
bucket, there is a shower cap.  I'll pin up your hair again, and then
you'll put on the shower cap, because we don't want that long pretty hair
of yours to get wet, do we?  But that's all you will have to do, because
the rest is up to Charles.  In the bucket, he will find some wash cloths,
sponges, and soap.  And he will use those along with this hose to clean you
off.  He can use any technique that he wants, but we want you completely
clean everywhere and we want him to do the cleaning.  The paint will come
off easily with the water, but he may need to do some scrubbing to get it
out of your crevices.  Oh, I forgot the towels.  I'll let Charles get
started on you, and I'll go get some towels that he can use to dry you off.
Okay, Charles, I'm going to pin up her hair and then she's all yours."
Whiteside quickly pinned up Amy's hair and slipped on the shower cap before
turning and leaving.  This left Amy and Charles standing in the grassy
spot, but there was a small crowd beginning to form around them.  Charles
gulped, shook Amy's hand, and said, "Hi, Amy.  I thought I was just going
to help you get cleaned up rather than doing it all myself.  I'll try to be
gentle.  Oh, and please call me Charlie." Amy smiled at the seemingly
friendly guy and said quietly, "Hi, Charlie.  I've seen you around campus,
but I don't think we've had any classes together.  Nice to meet you.  But
they've told me not to talk today.  So, I don't think I should say anything
more.  Go ahead and get started." The painted girl then stood back, spread
her arms and legs, and waited as Charlie uncoiled the hose and turned on
the water. He let the water run for several seconds, feeling it to test the
temperature.  He said, "Oh, this is pretty cold, but I don't think we've
got a choice.  Sorry.  But here it goes.  I'm going to do your chest
first." Amy steeled herself and a moment later the soft spray of cold water
hit her breasts.  She breathed heavily as it was almost more than she could
take.  But she was able to endure it without saying anything. Charlie got
in close and said, "It's working.  The paint is just flowing to the ground.
Lift your arms and I'll do the straps." He spent only a minute or so
rinsing the top half of her body; the lower half was streaked with strips
of black paint flowing down her legs to the ground.  Then, he knelt down in
the wet grass and aimed the hose at her pussy.  And the light spray quickly
uncovered that intimate spot.  He worked his way around to the back
removing the straps and the small triangle.  Then he continued hosing down
her legs to get all of the paint off. He stopped spraying her for a moment
and said, "Well, I guess you know where I've got to do next." And Amy
meekly spread her legs.  He sprayed her pussy full on from underneath after
getting himself pretty wet as he whipped the hose into position.  He moved
to the rear and sprayed around her anus.  He said quietly to her, "Amy,
please use your hands to spread your lips and cheeks; I don't think it
would be right for me to do that." Again, Amy meekly complied, and he
sprayed the water up into her.  The nearby crowd looked on in amazement.
After he finished, Amy stood there for a moment with her hands still
spreading her butt cheeks.  She was in a daze kind of waiting for
instructions that it was okay for her to let go, but when she realized that
he was filling the bucket, she let go and dropped her hands to her sides.
Charlie filled the bucket and lathered up the soap with a washcloth.  He
said, "I need to get this spot on the back of your neck where the painted
strap went around." She just nodded and let him gently wash off her neck.
Next, looked her over front and back and said, "Umm, Amy, sorry, but
there's still some paint underneath your breasts; I'm going to use the
washcloth under there." And she blushed as he gently cradled her left boob
in one hand and washed underneath; then he did the same with her right
boob. He stood back and looked her all over closely one more time.  He
said, "Okay, I think I'm done, but I should probably rinse you off one last
time." Just then Whiteside came up and said to him, "Did you do between her
legs?" He nodded, but Whiteside continued, "No, I mean with the cloth or
sponge.  I don't think just rinsing is sufficient." He looked at Whiteside
and said, "No, I didn't.  But I will." He looked at Amy with a look that
said, "I'm sorry, but I've got no choice." And Amy submissively spread her
legs again as Charlie lathered up the washcloth.  He knelt in front of her
and wiped the white washcloth through her pussy.  Amy noticed the satisfied
look on Whiteside's face when there were some noticeable black streaks on
the washcloth.  Then, Amy was surprised when Charlie pushed on her back to
bend her over so that he could scrub her more thoroughly from behind.  He
said, "Stay in that position, and I'll give you the final rinse now." Amy
shivered as he lightly sprayed her entire body.  She felt the water running
down her legs and also dripping from her tits.  She was just about to stand
up straight, when she felt Whiteside's hand on her back; Whiteside said,
"Just a second, Amy, I want to check back here." Amy felt the woman's hands
spread her butt cheeks and then her pussy lips.  Finally, Whiteside patted
her on her butt and said, "Okay, good.  Get her dried off, and then, we'll
let her rest for a few minutes." Amy was shivering noticeably as Charlie
dried her off.  The towels felt good on her bare skin.  She wished she
could wrap herself up in a big fluffy towel to warm up and to hide her body
from all these onlookers; of course, she knew this was impossible. After
Charlie finished drying her, he removed her shower cap and now she was back
to being totally nude in front of this crowd of people.  She looked at
Charlie and smiled; his clothes were very wet and his shoes were soaked. 
They shook hands, and he left. Whiteside led the naked girl over to the
tent and said, "That was good, Amy.  I actually saw you smile a few times,
and so I hope that you were kind of enjoying it.  I hope so, because we're
going to do it several more times today." Amy looked at the clock in the
tent, and she was stunned to see that it was not even 10 AM yet.  All of
this had happened in less than an hour, and she still had almost seven
hours left.  She just couldn't imagine seven more hours of this. Whiteside
said, "Do you need to use the toilet?  There are port-a-potties out by the
street.  But if you do, I'll want to clean you down there again before we
start the next painting." Amy just shook her head and Whiteside continued,
"Well, okay.  So, why don't you sit and rest for the next 10 minutes or so?
I'll get your water bottle from the cooler." Amy said, "Thanks.  It will
feel good to sit down." But she flinched when her bare butt touched the
cool metal folding chair.  Whiteside came back a moment later and handed
Amy the bottle of water.  Amy moved the chair a few feet around the corner
of the tent so that she could sit in the sun and warm up a little bit. Amy
sat there at the side of the tent watching all of the activity.  It was all
very normal stuff that she had seen at other similar craft fairs - vendors
in their booths showing their wares, people slowly walking along looking at
the art, customers at the cash registers paying for their purchases, people
sipping wine, etc.  And here she was totally naked a few feet away.  In a
way, she felt detached from all of it even though she was right smack in
the middle of everything, and in a few minutes, her body would be used as
canvas again. After a couple of minutes, she just bowed her head and looked
down between her bare breasts to her now smoothly shaven pussy.  She really
wasn't thinking about anything; she was just in her own little hellish
world.  A few minutes later, a tap on her shoulder brought her back to
reality.  Steadman looked down at the naked girl and said, "Time to get
going again." Amy stood and followed the woman back to the middle of the
grassy area. Steadman waited for the crowd to gather around, and then she
said, "Okay, ladies and gentlemen, this is our second body painting
demonstration of the day.  And for those of you who weren't here for the
first one, let me tell you who our model is and how this is going to work."
And Steadman spent a couple of minutes repeating her introductory speech
about Amy's punishment and the purchasing of rights to paint the private
parts of her body. Steadman concluded her speech by saying, "Body painting
usually simulates swimsuits, but for this design, my sister and I decided
to simulate underwear.  As most of you know, Amy has been allowed to wear
only underpants these last few weeks, and hence her nickname 'Underpants
Amy' was coined.  So, for this design, we are going to paint panties on her
bottom and a bra on her top.  The panties will be the same simple style
that Amy has been wearing - low rise bikinis.  We'll make these pink.  We
realize that Amy has not been wearing a brassiere; so, we'll just make a
simple brassiere design based on one from my own lingerie drawer." And she
showed a white bra to the crowd.  "My sister and I will now draw the
outlines for these garments." Amy just stood there obediently as Whiteside
started on the panties.  Whiteside used a pink paint stick to draw a line
around Amy at hip level starting about 4 inches below her bellybutton. 
Then, she drew in the leg openings from her pussy to her hips so that the
side panels were about 2 inches high.  She tapped Amy's inner thigh and the
nude girl spread her legs so Whiteside could extend the pink lines between
her legs next to her pussy and asshole.  She also drew in a few other lines
to delineate where the pussy and butt painting areas would end. Steadman
then held up the bra next to Amy so that Whiteside could sketch something
similar on Amy's breasts.  Amy tried to hold still, but she flinched once
which caused Whiteside's white line to be come jagged.  Whiteside
whispered, "I told you before.  Hold still." Whiteside had to use a damp
towel to fix the jagged section.  This design covered a lot more of Amy's
boobs than the thong swimsuit, and the back strap was much wider also.  The
two shoulder straps were pretty thin. Steadman said, "Okay, I think we're
ready now.  We'll start on top.  Let's see, my sheet says that Lydia
Willingham will do the left breast.  Lydia?" And a young girl came up.  She
looked college age, but Amy didn't recognize her.  The girl shook hands
with Steadman and Amy.  And then Steadman tweaked Amy's left nipple and
said, "Lydia, you'll notice that Amy's areolas and nipples are really
pretty, but they are fairly dark.  So, I want you to pay careful attention
and make sure that they are completely covered with this white paint. 
Okay, here's the brush and the paint.  Get going." Whiteside pinned up
Amy's hair, and Lydia started her painting on the nipple; she came back to
it after doing the rest of the boob and put a second coat of paint on the
pointy tit. And so, the second round of painters did their work on Amy's
naked body, and when they finished, Amy was "clothed" again; she was
"wearing" a brassiere for the first time in weeks.  Whiteside let down
Amy's hair and the crowd applauded the pretty painted lady in her simulated
underwear. Whiteside took several photos of Amy in this "outfit".  Then she
put the shower cap over Amy's hair and led her over to the washing area
near the faucet where a young guy was standing holding a beer.  Whiteside
said, "Okay, Amy, this is Scooter, and he's going to wash you off." Amy
shook hands with the guy, but she was immediately leery of him, because of
the way he looked at her, and she thought she could smell alcohol on his
breath.  She wondered why he had a beer at a wine event; she guessed that
the can he was holding was not his first of the day even though it was only
11:30 AM or so.
And Scooter said to her, "Hey, Amy.  How you doin'?  I liked watching
your naked body being painted, but I'm really, really going to enjoy
washing it off." And then he theatrically removed his shirt and started to
unbutton his knee-length shorts, when Whiteside said sternly to him, "Young
man, you will keep your trousers on.  Only this girl will be naked here

today.  Understand?" Scooter held his hands up and said, "Hey, sorry.  I
just wanted her and me to be equals.  But I'll follow your silly rules."
And then he removed his shoes and socks and took the hose from Whiteside.
He said, "Okay, girlie, spread 'em wide." And he turned the hose on as high
as it would go and blasted Amy's butt with the full force of the water. 
Amy yelped, and Whiteside immediately turned down the water and said to
Scooter, "Please be careful.  We don't want to hurt her." He nodded and
then used his thumb to create a spray with the hose end, and he sprayed
Amy's front with it.  Even this was much stronger than anything Charlie had
done, but Amy knew she would be able to tolerate it and she said nothing.
There was nothing subtle about the way he washed her; he just sprayed her
from head to toe roughly turning her so he could do the sides and the rest
of her back.  He got down on his knees and using a sponge with the hose
crudely washed her pussy and asshole.  And finally he lifted her left
breast by the nipple and aggressively scrubbed underneath, and repeated the
process on her right boob. Then, Whiteside handed him a towel and he
roughly dried her off.  He really rubbed the towel hard between her legs.
When he finished, he tossed the towel to Whiteside and stood back and
looked at the naked girl.  He said, "Ah, that's the way I like my ladies -
naked as a jaybird." He gave her boobs a quick tweak and then left without
saying anything else. Amy was a bit shaken as Whiteside led her back to the
tent.  Steadman met them and said, "Well, I suggest that we take a lunch
break.  Amy, there's some sandwiches, chips, and soda over there.  Help
yourself.  Then take it easy, use the restroom, or whatever for the next 30
minutes or so, and then we should have time for three more designs this
afternoon." The two sisters then walked away leaving the naked girl to fend
for herself.  But that was fine with Amy, because she really didn't want to
talk with anybody anyway.  She grabbed two sandwiches and a bag of chips
from the table and made her way back to the folding chair.  She sat down on
the chair, and let out another yelp as her bare butt hit the metal seat
which was now very hot from sitting in the sun for the last hour.  She
grabbed a couple of towels and draped them over the seat and chair back,
and then she sat her naked body down to eat and rest. She quickly ate the
sandwiches and chips.  And she realized that she needed to pee.  But she
hesitated because that would mean a long walk through the crowded aisles to
the port-a-potties out by the street.  She contemplated sneaking into the
bushes behind that water faucet and doing her business there, but she was
afraid that if she got caught that Knoxx would find out about it. So, the
naked girl stood up, took a deep breath, and headed for the toilets.  She
walked through the administration tent and out into the crowd at the nearby
cash register table.  The stunned customers gawked at her as they stood
back to let her pass.  She just looked straight ahead as she walked.  A
couple of times she had to ask politely to get by people, but otherwise she
said nothing - even in response to a few catcalls from some men. She was
relieved when the line of blue port-a-potties came into view, but she
gasped when she saw the long line waiting to use them.  The units were the
unisex design style, and so the line had both men and women in it.  But she
had no choice; she needed to pee.  The people continued to stare as she
took her spot behind an elderly man, and a moment later a middle-aged lady
lined up behind her. Then, Amy felt a tap on her shoulder, and she turned
as the lady asked somewhat indignantly, "Young woman, why are you naked?"
Amy blushed and said simply, "I'm part of the body painting demonstration."
The lady persisted, "Okay, I understand that.  But you could at least wear
a robe while standing in line." Amy quietly said, "They told me not to."
And now the older gentleman turned around and gasped when he saw the pretty
nude standing right next to him.  He said, "What is going on here?" The
lady looked Amy up and down, and her gaze fell on Amy's bare pussy.  The
lady said, "Oh, you've even shaved down there.  This is just not
appropriate at all." Amy mumbled, "I'm so sorry that I've offended you. 
But I really need to use the bathroom before I go back." The line was
moving along fairly quickly, but Amy was sandwiched between these two
adults.  They continued to berate her, and she continued to sheepishly
apologize as they all waited.  Her anxiety about the awkward situation
seemed to intensify her need to pee, and by the time they reached the front
of the line, she was squeezing her knees together and squirming around
trying to hold it in.  The older man saw her discomfort, and when it was
his turn, he said, "Go ahead." And she dashed down the line of blue stalls
to the one that just became vacant. She let out a sigh of relief as the
door banged shut behind her, and she quickly locked it.  There weren't many
advantages to being naked like she was, but this was one of them.  She
didn't have to struggle pulling down a tight pair of jeans and then
panties; she just dropped her bare ass on the toilet seat and let her
bladder empty.  She had briefly looked around for a paper seat cover, but
the container was empty and it was just as well, because those extra few
seconds would have just prolonged her discomfort. As she sat there, it
occurred to her that she may have just broken the "no hiding" rule by
closing that door.  And then she thought, "Have I been breaking it all
along when I've closed a stall door while using the toilet in a normal
ladies room?  Knoxx has never said anything about it.  But I'm sure as hell
not going to mention it now!" She finished and then cleaned herself as well
as she could.  Then, she tentatively opened the door and heard the gasps as
she stepped out naked to rejoin the crowds.  The trip back to the big tent
was uneventful, but still extremely embarrassing to the nude girl. As she
walked through the tent, she glanced at the clock; it read 12:15 PM.  Still
over four more hours of this current nightmare to go.  She just sat back
down in her chair and enjoyed a few minutes in the warm sun.  Like she had
done earlier, she bent her head down and looked between her two bare
breasts at her bare pussy.  And she returned to her meditative-like state
not really thinking about anything at all.  And within a minute or so, she
had nodded off to sleep. Several minutes later, Amy was jolted awake by
Whiteside shaking her bare shoulders and saying, "Hey, wake up, sleepy
head. Come on, it's time to get back to work." Amy opened her eyes, looked
around, and tried to remember where she was.  She looked blearily at
Whiteside and then it came back to her what was expected of her this
afternoon. Whiteside reached down, flicked Amy's nipple, and said, "You
must have been having a wonderfully exciting dream, because your tits are
rock solid hard." Amy didn't respond except to grab her water bottle and
take a quick drink.  Then, she stood up and let Whiteside guide her by the
elbow over to the painting spot. Amy really wasn't listening as Steadman
repeated her introductory speech, but she did hear Steadman describe the
next design which was based on the 1960 hit song "Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie
Yellow Polka Dot Bikini".  Steadman said, "You know, in those days, a
teenie weenie bikini was pretty big by today's standards.  So, this is
going to cover more of this pretty girl than the previous designs.  We'll
let you painters do the yellow background, and then, my sister and I will
fill in the polka dots.  The song really isn't clear about the color of the
polka dots; so, we have arbitrarily selected blue today.  First, we will
draw in the outline on her." Amy spread her arms and legs and let them draw
in the outlines with yellow paint sticks. After they finished, Steadman
looked at her sheet and continued, "Okay, let's have Bruce Kellerman come
up and meet Amy." And for the next 45 minutes, Amy stood there as several
amateur artists brushed the yellow paint onto her private parts.  Then,
Whiteside and Steadman dabbed on a lot of little half-inch size blue polka
dots.  Amy modeled it for the crowd for a couple of minutes and then
Whiteside took the photos. Steadman guided Amy to the washing area, and Amy
was surprised to see Charlie there holding the hose.  He said, "Hi, Amy. 
I'm back." She smiled at him, because she remembered how gentle he had been
with her in the morning.  If she had to be washed naked in public by a
strange man, this was the guy she wanted to do it.  She almost willingly
spread her arms and legs, and she let him hose her down with the cold
water. And she continued to be compliant as Charlie used the washcloth
between her legs and under her boobs, and then later when he dried her off.
He politely shook hands with her after he finished. Amy walked over to her
chair and sat down.  Whiteside followed her and removed the shower cap to
let her pretty long dark hair flow down her back.  Whiteside said, "We're a
little tight on time here.  So, you've only got a few minutes to rest. 
Please try to stay awake this time." Amy just nodded and sat there soaking
up the warm rays of the sun.  But Whiteside was back only a few minutes
later and said, "Come on." Once again, Steadman gave her introductory
speech followed by a description of the next design.  It would be an
old-time bloomers style swimsuit.  This one would take longer because it
would cover a lot of Amy's body - essentially from her neck to a few inches
down her legs below her pussy.  It would be dark blue with scalloped
fringes of white. After the two sisters drew the outlines, there was a
progression of folks from the audience that filled in the many outlined
areas.  And then the sisters did the white fringe bits.  This design was
actually a bit uncomfortable on Amy, because of all the paint - strangely,
it felt heavy to her, even though she knew the paint actually weighed only
a few ounces. After the photos, Steadman led her back to the washing area.
Amy was hoping that Charlie would be there, but he wasn't.  However, she
was not totally disappointed, because instead there were two girls standing
there.  Both were pretty long-haired blondes wearing cut-off short shorts
and bikini tops; neither was as well-endowed as Amy.  Both were sipping
from glasses of red wine. Amy figured that females would be more gentle
washing off the paint than men like Scooter.  So, she smiled at the two
girls as they shook hands. But then the first one said, "Hi, Amy.  Remember
us?", Amy was immediately concerned.  Who were these women?  How was she
supposed to know them?  They were probably students, but she couldn't place
them.  Amy slowly shook her head and hesitantly replied, "No, I'm sorry,
but . . ." The second girl interrupted and said, "I'm Kaylee Keplar and
this is Shauna Denton.  Remember now?" But again, Amy couldn't place the
names, and she just shook her head. Keplar continued, "Well, Wendy says
'Hello'." And Amy closed her eyes and her shoulders sagged at the mention
of Wendy's name.  Wendy Chang was her supposed friend who had orchestrated
the streaking incident and Amy's apprehension that led to this 3-week long
nightmare.  And she now vaguely remembered that night in the bar when she
was having a beer with Wendy, and two girls walked up to Wendy for just a
moment.  Wendy didn't introduce them to Amy and after a short whispered
conversation with Wendy, the two girls had left.  It had been dark in the
bar where they were sitting and Amy was pretty sure that the girls had
different colored hair then. After a moment, Amy could see where this was
headed and she tried to diffuse the situation by saying, "Oh, yeah.  I
remember now.  Hi, Kaylee.  Hi, Shauna.  You look different now.  I like
what you've done with your hair." And Denton smirked, pointed to Amy's
pussy, and said, "And I like what you've done with your hair, too!" Keplar
said, "Wendy wishes she could be here today, but she starts her new job in
Chicago on Monday, and she had to skip walking at the commencement
ceremony. But she asked us to turn up the heat on you some way today." And
she reached over and aggressively twisted Amy's painted right nipple. 
Keplar looked at the dark blue paint on her fingers and continued, "Ewww,
ugh.  That's not nice.  Here, we need to get started washing you off." And
she threw the wine in Amy's face. Steadman immediately stepped up and said,
"Hey, that's not necessary." But Keplar said, "Oh, come on, lady.  You
shaved off her pubic hair, paraded her around naked all day, and allowed
strangers to brush paint on her pussy.  All of that is okay, but a little
wine isn't?  It will wash off.  Give us the bucket and the hose.  You might
as well give us the washcloths and sponges, too, but we brought our own
instrument." And Denton held up a little scrub brush. Steadman backed off a
bit and said, "Well, okay.  But be careful with that brush.  We still have
one more design to paint on that body this afternoon, and we don't want it
all scratched up." Amy was angry at having wine thrown at her, but she just
kept her balled up fists at her sides.  She just stood there expecting to
be blasted with cold water at any moment.  Instead, she was hit in the face
with the wine from Denton's glass as well.  And now she felt tears in her
eyes as the wine dripped down her cheeks and nose.  Through the tears, Amy
wailed, "Oh, Kaylee, Shauna.  Why are you doing this?  I don't even know
you; we only met that one brief time." As she was filling up the bucket,
Keplar shouted, "Hey, you stuck-up bitch!  I've been in 3 of your classes,
and Shauna lives in your dorm.  And you've never given us the time of day!
We're doing this because we can.  It's fun.  We're just like Wendy; we just
enjoy seeing girls humiliated like you've been the last few weeks." The
tears and wine were flowing down Amy's cheeks and onto her chest where they
started to form streaks.  Amy just let them drip.  But Denton stepped up to
her with a tissue, roughly wiped Amy's face and said, "Those drips are
going to mess up our plans.  Now, quit crying and hold still." Keplar
dipped the little scrub brush in the bucket and then dragged it across
Amy's left breast.  Amy flinched as the bristles scraped her tender skin.
Keplar ignored her obvious discomfort and continued to remove the paint a
little bit at a time from her boob.  After a minute or so, Amy looked down
and saw that Keplar had carefully removed the paint only from her breast
forming a nicely curved line with the surrounding paint.  Keplar lifted the
breast and scrubbed underneath; Amy couldn't see exactly what she was
doing, but it felt like she was forming a line down there, too.  As a final
flourish, Keplar gave one last swipe of the brush across Amy's nipple, and
Amy grimaced. Keplar stepped back and looked at Amy, who now had one bare
breast sticking out from the dark blue paint.  Denton said, "Nice job,
Kaylee, let me do the right boob." She reached out her hand for the brush,
but Keplar said, "I'll do the right one, and then you can do the pussy. 
Okay?" Denton smirked and said, "Oh yeah, that will be just fine." Keplar
got the brush wet again and proceeded to do Amy's right boob the same way.
Amy had to hold back the tears as she felt the painful scrape of the brush
on her breast.  She thought to herself, "If it hurts this much on the
breast, what is it going to feel like on my pussy?" After Keplar finished,
she asked Steadman, "Do you have a mirror?  I think Amy needs to see this.
Two bare mounds in a field of dark blue.  It looks really cool." Steadman
smiled and said, "Yep, we've got one in the tent.  I'll go get it while you
girls continue your job." Now, it was Denton's turn.  She took the brush,
dipped it in the bucket, and said, "Let's see.  How big should we make this
circle?" She and Keplar knelt in front of Amy, and Denton said, "How about
something like this?" And with her finger, she traced a circle starting on
Amy's inner right thigh about an inch below her pussy, going up to a point
about two inches above the top of her pussy lips, and then down to the left
inner thigh.  They laughed and said together, "Oh yeah." Then Denton went
to work.  She told Amy to spread her legs, and Denton started with the
brush at the top of the circle.  She was more concerned about making the
circle a smooth curve than about Amy's discomfort.  After a moment, Denton
said, "Okay, I've got the circle formed; now, I need to make those pussy
lips shine." And Amy yelped as Denton dragged the little scrub brush down
her tender lips and up underneath.  Amy let out another short high-pitched
cry when Denton retraced the route back up her lips and stopped at her clit
where she made an exaggerated point of cleaning off that tender nub. 
Denton spent another minute or so cleaning up the last bits of paint around
Amy's pussy lips.  After she finished, she said sternly to Amy, "Okay,
close your legs, stand straight with your hands at your sides." She looked
Amy in the eyes and continued, "I told you not to cry." She cruelly twisted
Amy's right tit and wiped her face with another tissue. Amy was still
sniveling as the two mean girls stood in front of her checking their work.
Keplar said, "I can still see a little bit of blue there in her pussy. 
Here, give me the washcloth.  We need to clean her inside some more.  Open
your legs again." Amy meekly obeyed and Keplar wiped the wet washcloth up
into her pussy.  She twisted it around roughly and then scrubbed back and
forth harshly between Amy's legs.  Amy started crying again, and Keplar
brusquely said, "What did we say about crying?  Now, stop it." And she
wiped the washcloth across Amy's face. As the two girls were surveying
their work, Steadman returned carrying the full length mirror.  The woman
rested it on the ground a few feet in front of Amy.  Amy could now see that
her two boobs and her pussy were prominently displayed in circles of bare
flesh surrounded by dark blue paint.  Then Whiteside appeared with the
camera and took a few photos. Whiteside said, "Okay, girls, you've had your
fun.  Now, please quickly wash off the rest of this paint so we can get on
with our next design." Just then, the cute little pony and water cart
rolled into the area again, and Steadman said, "Hey, wait everybody.  Let's
give the crowd a chance to buy some water for the good cause.  Amy, your
bottle is almost empty.  Do you want another one?" Amy just nodded, but
Keplar asked, "You're going to make her pay for that, right?" Steadman
paused and then said, "Uhhh, no.  My sister and I are paying for Amy's
water today.  Seems like the least we can do." Keplar shrugged and said,
"Oh well, okay.  I guess she'll earn it when it's her turn, won't she?" Amy
was puzzled what this meant, but she didn't say anything.  And she didn't
notice the knowing look that Whiteside gave Keplar. Amy just stood there in
her partially painted state as the high school students sold several
bottles of water to people in the crowd.  Steadman bought the water and
signaled to Amy that it would be in the cooler, and then the two sisters
wandered back over to the tent. Denton went over to the faucet, turned it
on full, filled the bucket, and then aimed the stream of cold water at
Amy's butt.  Amy cried in alarm as the blast of icy water hit her.  Denton
hosed down her back and then yelled at her, "Raise your arms; I need to do
your sides." Denton quickly did her left side and Amy flinched when the
water hit the side of her left boob.  Denton then roughly turned Amy and
did her right side.  Finally, she yelled, "All right, turn to face me, and
I'll do your front." Amy was worried about the full force of the water
hitting her breasts and pussy, and she was relieved when Steadman ran over
to the faucet and turned down the flow of water.  Steadman yelled at the
girls, "Hey, be careful with that; it could easily hurt her." The girls
just smirked in response and sprayed Amy's front.  Even though Amy's boobs
and pussy had been cleaned previously, the girls spent a lot of time hosing
those areas down again.  Then, they spread her legs and squirted under
there.  Keplar grabbed the sponge and roughly scrubbed between her legs
again with special emphasis on Amy's rear, which still had a lot of paint
around her asshole.  After a quick inspection by Steadman, Denton turned
off the water and the two girls quickly, but very roughly, dried her off.
Amy was shaking, both physically and emotionally, as she shook hands with
the two girls who had just treated her so heartlessly.  Amy thought they
were almost being vindictive in some way. She then wandered over to her
chair and sat down in the sun again.  "How much longer?  How much longer?",
she thought to herself.  She knew the 5 o'clock meeting and the panty
auction would be terribly embarrassing each in its own way, but she really
wanted this afternoon to be over and done with. She'd only been sitting for
a couple of minutes when Whiteside appeared and said, "Stand up.  I need to
look you over." Amy stood and Whiteside added, "Spread your legs.  I need
to make sure that scrub brush didn't mark you too much." Whiteside looked
closely at Amy's skin in several places - back, chest, breasts, butt, hips,
sides, tummy, etc.  Several times she said, "No problem here." Even after a
close inspection of her pussy and asshole, she said, "No problem here." But
she told Amy to spread much farther and when she looked at Amy's upper
inner thighs just below the vagina, Whiteside said, "Well, I was afraid of
that.  Your skin is pretty red in here." She dragged her fingernail across
the red area, and after Amy flinched, Whiteside said, "I assume that hurt a
little bit, didn't it?" Amy nodded and Whiteside went on, "Well, that may
alter our design a little bit, but you'll be okay." Then, she gave Amy a
friendly pat on her bare butt and guided the naked girl over to the
painting area. Steadman gave her little speech again and then described the
design.  "We're going to do sort of an animal skin design.  No, it won't be
a cavewoman outfit, but it will be a nice one-piece swimsuit.  Kind of a
light brown with some white dots like you might see on a young white-tailed
deer, and we'll add some black streaks for accents.  The light brown paint
that we've picked should look really nice on Amy's skin.  So, my sister and
I will sketch the outline, you folks will do the background color, and then
my sister will do the white spots and accent streaks.  Are you ready, Amy?"
Amy gave her a weak smile and nodded.  Whiteside used a paint stick to
outline the design.  She whispered to Amy, "We've decided to cut it high on
the hips rather than more of a horizontal edge running over to the groin,
and that will keep the paint off the scratched area below your pussy." A
few minutes later, the nude girl had the required lines drawn on her and
Steadman said, "Let's have Ken Brightman come up, and he'll do the pussy
area first." Amy was relieved to see a nicely dressed man walk up; he was
about 50 and Amy guessed he was an executive of some sort.  She shook his
hand and then spread her legs for him.  As he knelt down with the paint
brush, Whiteside knelt down with him and said, "Please be careful of this
red area.  It got scraped up earlier today, and we want to keep paint off
of it." Brightman said, "So, it's just these spots at the very top of her
legs?  Is it okay for me to paint over her lips?" Whiteside said, "That's
right.  We want her pussy painted.  Have fun." And for the fifth time
today, a man brushed paint onto Amy's pussy lips.  In a way, she was
getting used to it.  However, in another way, even this time, it felt like
such a violation of her very private space.  But she knew that it had to be
done. The other paying painters finished filling in the background color
that complemented Amy's skin so well, and then Whiteside did the dots and
the accent streaks.  The big crowd gave her a huge round of applause as she
modeled the painting for them.  The two sisters thanked the crowd for their
financial support, and then they led the painted girl back into the tent
for the final photos.  And when Amy looked at herself in the mirror, she
actually liked what she saw.  This design was the best of the bunch, and it
looked very good on her. Amy was not really surprised to see Charlie
waiting for her with the hose and bucket.  He said, "Hi, Amy.  I hope you
don't mind me doing this again.  This is probably the best $65 I've paid
for anything in my life." She just smiled and said, "No, I don't mind."
Before he started, he said, "Wow, you look great in that outfit.  It's
almost a shame to wash it off." Amy blushed and said, "Thanks." And then he
gently washed all of the paint off her body.  After he tenderly dried her,
he stood back and looked longingly at the beautiful nude girl.  She shook
his hand, and then he left. She wandered back into the tent and looked at
the clock.  It read 4:30 PM, and she knew she needed to leave.  Whiteside
was at the front of the tent talking with one of the cashiers, and Amy
waved at her and pointed at the clock.  Whiteside returned to the rear of
the tent bringing Amy's panties along with her.  As she handed the panties
to Amy, she said, "Here, go ahead and put them back on; we're done for the
day.  And just to let you know, they just told me that you raised $895
today.  On behalf of the university foundation, I thank you for your help."
She paused and laughed, "More in the buff money for the BUF - Bancroft
University Foundation.  Right?" Amy shrugged, slid on her panties, and
said, "You said that you'd find me a ride back to campus?  I hope so,
because I'm cutting it a little close right now." Whiteside said, "Oui, mon
amie.  Come, I'll drive you myself.  Get your backpack and let's go." As
they walked up to Whiteside's green Ford Fiesta, Amy was surprised to see
Charlie hurrying over from the opposite direction.  He said, "Hi again,
Amy. Can I talk to you for a minute?" Amy glanced at Whiteside who gave her
a quick shrug. Amy said, "Sure", and she and Charlie walked several feet
away.  He said, "Umm, I don't know exactly how to ask this, but would you
like to go out with me sometime?  I know we met under awkward circumstances
and I know school is over, but I felt we had a bit of a connection today,
didn't we?" The nearly naked girl took his hand, and said, "Yeah, I think
we did, too.  But I'm seeing someone special right now, and I don't want to
mess that up.  But I really do thank you for asking." He bowed his head in
disappointment, but he said, "Well, I'm glad that you've got a nice
lovelife going.  But I just had to ask and I'm glad I did.  Hope you have a
wonderful life ahead of you.  I'll let you go.  Bye." Amy kissed him on the
cheek and said, "Bye, Charlie." She returned to Whiteside's car and got in.
Whiteside said, "Sorry, I couldn't help overhearing.  But just think, you
would never have gotten that nice offer if you hadn't been naked today. 
So, it really wasn't all awful stuff today after all, n'est pas?" Amy just
shook her head and smirked as she thought to herself, "This lady just still
doesn't get it.  All of this stuff is truly awful." But aloud she just
said, "Please, let's go."

   Chapter 69 - Taking Everything Away

   Dr.  Whiteside dropped off Amy in front of the administration building.
As she was getting out of the car, Amy looked at Whiteside and said, "Well,
this will probably be the last time I see you.  So, good-bye, Professor."
And she reached across to shake hands.  But Whiteside said, "There are
still a couple of days to go, and our paths may cross yet again." Amy hoped
not, and she slammed the car door. There weren't many people around on
Saturday afternoon as Amy made her way up the steps at Kameron Hall.  In
fact, she found the main entrance locked.  She walked around back and was
relieved to find the secondary entrance to be open.  As she waited for the
elevator, she thought, "Only a couple more times will I have to make this
humiliating trip to that asshole's office.  Maybe only one more time after
today.  But I wonder how all of this is going to end." She rode the
elevator alone up to the seventh floor and made a stop in the bathroom,
because she wasn't sure when she'd get another chance.  Then she padded
down the hall and walked into Knoxx's empty waiting room.  But since the
lights were on, she assumed that Knoxx was waiting for her.  She put down
her backpack, slid off her panties, and hung them on the hook.  Since it
was still a few minutes before 5 o'clock, she just stood near the office
door and waited.  Just before the nearby digital clock clicked over to 5,
she lightly knocked on Knoxx's door. A moment later Lucas Telford opened
the door and silently motioned her to come in.  Amy was extremely surprised
to see Knoxx sitting at his desk gently holding a small kitten.  He smiled
at her as she took her usual spot standing naked in front of his desk. 
Telford took his seat with the other committee members. Knoxx began, "Good
afternoon, Miss Suzuki." He pointed at her newly shaved pussy and said, "I
see that your appearance has changed a little bit from yesterday.  Dr. 
Whiteside mentioned to me that she might shave off your 'landing strip'
today.  Looks good to me." Amy blushed and just nodded as Knoxx went on,
"Now, Miss Suzuki, your punishment period is coming to an end.  And today
we want to tell you how this endgame operation is going to work." Amy
thought, "What the fuck do you mean by 'endgame'?  This may be just a game
to you, but it's very important to me; I want my diploma." Knoxx looked at
her quizzically and continued, "You had an odd look on your face for just
an instant there.  Do you have something to say?  Need to use the toilet?"
Amy blushed and said, "No, sir.  I am just wondering what's going to happen
these next two days, and it sounds like you are going to tell me." Knoxx
pulled out a copy of her schedule and replied, "Indeed I am.  Okay, here's
the overview.  This evening, there is the auction of your panties.  Then,
tomorrow, that is on Sunday, you have nude photos, ground crew work, and
the usual 5 o'clock meeting.  And then on Monday, we're going to have you
come in here at 11 AM, since your punishment period is scheduled to end at
noon.  That morning meeting will probably be our last opportunity to meet
with you, and it will give us an opportunity to review how your punishment
period has gone.  Then, there is the commencement ceremony at 3 o'clock,
and then, we might possibly want you to come back in here at 5 o'clock on
Monday as well.  We will figure that out and let you know at the 11 o'clock
meeting if there will be a 5 o'clock meeting." Amy thought this sounded
mostly okay, but the possibility of a meeting at 5 on Monday bothered her a
bit. Knoxx continued, "Now, let me fill in some details.  First, at the
auction this evening, we want you to kind of act as the master of
ceremonies - or perhaps the mistress of ceremonies.  We want you to make
the welcoming remarks, give the background about why the auction is being
held, and to make a public apology for your behavior.  The Gamma guys have
assigned someone to be the actual auctioneer, and he will explain how the
logistics of the event will work and then do the auction of the items.  But
this is your show tonight, and we want you front and center.  Okay?" Amy
just nodded, but she hadn't really prepared anything except an apology
speech.  And she only had a couple of hours to figure it out. Next, he
motioned to a picture frame standing on his desk; the picture was facing
him so that all Amy saw was the back of the frame; she couldn't remember
seeing it there before.  He went on, "Miss Suzuki, please pick up that
frame and look at what's in it." Amy stepped up to his desk and reached for
the frame.  She felt her breasts dangle embarrassingly as she leaned over
the desk.  But she grabbed the frame and then let out a little gasp as she
looked at it.  The frame held her diploma!  Her eyes started to water as
she looked at this precious piece of paper. Knoxx said, "I'm glad to see a
happy reaction on your face, Miss Suzuki.  Please put it back on my desk,
but you can leave it facing you, if you want." Amy gently put it back down
so that she could see the diploma as she stood there naked in front of his
desk.  Knoxx continued, "Have you read the instructions for the
commencement ceremony?  That is, time and place to report; that kind of
thing?" Amy nodded.  "Well, you probably saw the paragraph in there saying
that the graduates would be handed a nice padded folder at the ceremony,
but the actual diploma would be mailed later.  That is true for everyone
except you.  Your padded folder will hold one of two things.  It might hold
this diploma, or it might hold a letter from us explaining why you won't
ever be receiving a diploma from this prestigious institution.  So, you
won't actually know if you graduated until you open that folder." "If the
decision were to be made right now, this committee would recommend that you
be given the diploma.  But we're going to defer the final decision until
after the 11 o'clock meeting on Monday.  You have successfully completed
all of the academic work; for most students, that is enough to earn the
diploma.  But for you that is not the only thing that is required for you
to graduate; you must convince this committee that you deserve to
graduate." Amy's momentary tears of joy were turning to tears of anguish as
she heard this.  She felt the eyes of the five men on her breasts which
were jiggling as she struggled to avoid breaking down in a sobbing fit. 
But she managed to hold her composure. Knoxx went on, "Now, remember
several days ago how we told you that we would have a zero tolerance policy
about future violations.  Well, we used the phrase 'zero tolerance' as kind
of a threat to make you behave rather than really meaning it in the literal
sense.  So, in a way, we kind of misled you.  Now, let me explain why I'm
saying this.  Even though you have behaved very, very well these last
several days, we have still had several reports of infractions, and we feel
that you deserve some additional punishment." Amy's breasts continued to
jiggle as she stood there almost trembling. Knoxx stared at her and
continued, "Now, let me outline the violations that we have observed or
that were reported to us.  There are several on this list, and so, I'll
number them as we go so we can go back and discuss them afterwards.  All
right?" Amy just nodded. "Number one.  At art class on Tuesday, you posed
with some soccer players, and it was reported to me that you moved during
one of the poses after you had been instructed to remain still.  You
squirmed after a boy tickled your foot." Amy opened her mouth to complain,
because Whiteside had told her that this would not be reported.  But Knoxx
interrupted her before she could say anything, "Please, Miss Suzuki, let me
finish the list, and then you will have an opportunity to explain. 
Understand?" Amy meekly said, "Yes, sir.  I understand." Knoxx started up
again, "Number two.  Just before art class on Wednesday, one of our
observers saw you cross your legs and arms while talking with Miss Cobb,
which hid your vagina and breasts from view." "Number three.  On Thursday
at Wytham, you were assisting some Norwegian researchers with their
experiments, and I observed you trying to avoid Mr.  Forsberg's examination
of your vaginal area.  You bent back out of the way when he reached between
your legs." "Number four.  I admit that this one is a little bit iffy,
because it really wasn't your fault.  But I'll mention it and we'll discuss
it later, if necessary.  Dr.  Beaupre said that the lab had two pistoning
devices that would have provided some useful info for the Norwegian
researchers, and in my opinion, they would have been useful punishment
tools, because of the level of embarrassment that they would have caused
you.  But Dr.  Beaupre had loaned out the devices to another lab, and so
the researchers were unable to run that experiment on you." Amy was angry
about this, because as he said, she had no control over the situation.  She
would complain about it when given the chance. "Number five.  Again on
Thursday, Mr.  Forsberg wanted to shave your pubic area, but you prevented
him from even starting by closing your legs.  It turns out that Dr. 
Beaupre knows about Ms.  Whiteside's desire for you to have a small amount
of pubic hair for posing the next morning, and he would have stopped Mr. 
Forsberg from shaving you anyway.  You should not have tried to stop him
yourself; you should have let Dr.  Beaupre handle the issue all by
himself." "Number six.  Also on Thursday, Mr.  Kirkpatrick observed you
sort of complaining about some of the devices the Norwegians wanted to
attach to your body for the experiments.  He said that you kind of looked
up as if asking for divine intervention somehow.  Did I get that right,
Brandon?" Kirkpatrick replied, "Yes, Dr.  Knoxx.  I understood that look on
her face as meaning that she didn't want to cooperate with our Norwegian
visitors." Amy closed her eyes; she wanted to shake her head, but she knew
that would be interpreted as yet another violation.  She remembered being
stunned by what the Norwegian lady was proposing, but she didn't think
anybody had noticed her very slight reaction to it. "Number seven.  More on
Thursday.  There was a discussion amongst the researchers on how long to
run the experiments.  And I heard you gasp noticeably when one of the
Wytham men, I think it was Dr.  Newman, said he could stay until midnight.
Since your schedule showed that you were available all evening and since
the Norwegian lady, Ms.  Magnusson, had even suggested running it all
night, we thought that going til midnight was a reasonable compromise.  And
we actually finished at 9:30 - well ahead of the midnight time that you
complained about." Amy said nothing but she remembered that she had not
left the Wytham building til after midnight, and she didn't get to bed til
1:30 or so.  She was not sure if she would say anything like that later or
not.
"Number eight.  Yesterday afternoon at the Prime Cut auction, you were
told to not talk at all.  But once, someone asked you a question and you

answered.  Tyson, you were there.  Please fill us in." Tyson Laird said
from his chair, "Yes.  One of my fellow club members asked her if she were
Chinese.  And Miss Suzuki answered 'no' rather than just shaking her head
like she should have done." Amy knew that she had not actually verbalized
the word "no"; instead, she had mouthed it to the man.  She decided that
she'd mention that later. "Okay.  Thanks, Tyson.  Number nine.  Also
yesterday, after the auction, you and Mr.  Henderson hid under a bush and
had sex.  It's okay for you to have sexual intercourse, but it is not okay
to hide your body from the view of one of our observers who was in the park
at the same time." Amy was not really surprised about this, because she had
heard a car pull into the parking lot while she and Dwight were cuddling.
And she had admitted to the committee yesterday that they had made love in
the park.  She would not contest this so-called violation. "Number ten. 
After yesterday's 5PM meeting where you told us about the Prime Cut
auction, I did a bit of investigating and found that two of the other
female participants were also students from here at Bancroft.  That's not
the sort of behavior that we usually condone, and you should have told me
that two students were involved.  I would like to talk with them about it,
but I haven't been able to find out who the two girls were.  Do you know?"
Amy was between a rock and a hard place here, because she would feel guilty
about snitching on the two girls.  But if she didn't tell, things might get
even worse for her.  So, reluctantly, she said, "Uhh, yes, sort of.  I only
know their first names.  Bridgette and Jenny.  I'm sorry I don't know their
last names or even how to spell their first names." Knoxx replied, "Thank
you, Miss Suzuki.  I will check into it further.  But you really should
have told us about this yesterday and so, I am going to leave this as a
violation of the 'respect-authority' rule in our agreement." Amy just
stared at him as he paused before saying, "And finally number eleven.  Ms.
Whiteside reports that you talked during today's body painting after being
told to remain silent." Amy wasn't exactly sure what this was referring to,
but she couldn't dispute it because Whiteside had asked her to keep quiet.
Whiteside had not given her an explicit order to not talk; it had been more
like a strong suggestion.  She was certain that if she tried to explain the
situation that way to Knoxx that he would simply interpret it as Whiteside
giving her an order.  And she couldn't dispute that she had talked, because
she did chat briefly with the friendly guy named Charlie as well as with
Keplar and Denton.  Whiteside probably overhead one or the other of those
conversations. Knoxx gently petted the kitten while gave Amy a moment to
ponder the list and then said, "Now, Miss Suzuki, you have an opportunity
to comment on each of these.  Let's just do them in order, okay?" Amy
nodded and he said, "Number one.  Squirming while posing with soccer boys."
Amy replied, "Umm, I admit that this happened, but I couldn't help it
because the boy tickled my foot.  However, I discussed it with Dr. 
Whiteside, and she told me that she would not report the incident if I
posed an extra two hours, which is what I did.  And so, I don't think it's
fair to charge me with a violation now that I've already served the
punishment time, as it were." Knoxx replied, "Well, let me give you a
little more background on this situation.  One of our observers was in
attendance at the session where you squirmed and messed up the pose, and so
that observer reported it to me.  Later, another observer who was in one of
the later classes that morning reported to me that you had posed for them
which was unusual, because you had never posed in that class before.  I
waited a day expecting to hear from Ms.  Whiteside about these two
incidents, but when I didn't, I called her and asked her about them.  She
confirmed what you just told me.  So, basically, I scolded her for not
handling it appropriately; it was not her job to decide on the punishment
for the violation.  That decision must be made by this committee, not by
Dr. Whiteside.  So, the violation remains on this list and we will figure
out the punishment for it.  Those extra two hours that you spent posing
will not be considered when we determine the appropriate punishment." Amy
blinked back a tear but said nothing further about the incident.  Knoxx
went on, "Number two.  You hid your pussy and boobs before art class. 
That's a violation of the no-hiding rule.  Anything to say about that?" The
naked girl just shook her head and quietly said, "No, I don't.  I slipped
up, and I'm sorry." "Number three.  You backed away from Mr.  Forsberg when
he tried to examine you.  That's a full-cooperation violation.  Comments?"
Again Amy meekly shook her head and said, "No.  It was a reflex reaction,
and I'm sorry." "Number four.  Avoiding the pistoning devices." Amy raised
her voice and said, "This one is just not fair.  I had no control over
that. If those devices had been available on Thursday, I would have let the
researchers use them on me." Knoxx thought for a moment and said, "Okay,
Miss Suzuki, I agree with you.  But let me check with the other members of
the committee.  Gentlemen, is it okay with you if we delete this violation
from the list?" After a moment, all four men nodded their heads and Knoxx
said, "All right.  Number four is removed." "Now, number five.  Closing
your legs to prevent Mr.  Forsberg from shaving your pubic area.  That kind
of falls under the full-cooperation and respect-authority rules." Amy
replied, "I don't know what to say about this.  It happened the way you
described it, and I was just trying to avoid a problem - uh, that is,
another violation - the next morning at art class, because Dr.  Whiteside
would have been upset if I showed up with no pubic hair." Knoxx came back,
"Well, Miss Suzuki, this committee thinks you should have handled the
situation differently.  The violation stands." He went on, "Number six. 
You looked up in the air to show your unhappiness with the Norwegians'
devices." Amy quietly said, "Yes, I did.  And I'm sorry." "Number seven. 
You complained about how long the experiments would last.  Comments?" Amy
thought about this for several seconds, which was a bit too long for Knoxx
who said, "Miss Suzuki, we're waiting." Amy cleared her throat and was
about to explain how she hadn't got to bed til after 1:30, but at the last
instant, she decided to say nothing except, "Yes, it happened as you
described.  And I'm sorry." "Number eight.  At the Prime Cut auction, you
talked after being told not to." The nude girl looked up and said,
"Actually, I didn't say the word 'no'; I just mouthed it to the man like
this." And she demonstrated by forming her lips into the shape for the word
without saying it.  "So, I don't think I broke the no-talking order." Knoxx
quickly responded, "Well, everybody else thinks you did.  The man called
Daddy spanked you for it, and Tyson Laird here thinks that you should have
shaken your head.  And frankly, I think moving your mouth like that
constitutes talking even if you say you made no sound, because you might
actually have spoken so softly that no one else could hear.  Violation
stands." Without pausing, he went on, "Number nine.  You hid under a bush
to have sex." Amy didn't like the crude way he said it, because she
considered that special moment to have been private lovemaking.  But she
demurely said, "Yes, Dwight and I wanted our privacy.  So, I admit that I
hid under the bush." "Number ten.  This is the issue with the other two
college girls at the auction.  We've already discussed that, and I'm
leaving it on the list." "Number eleven.  Talking during body painting. 
Any comments?" Amy decided not to argue this issue knowing that she would
lose, and so she just said, "Yes, I remember talking a couple of times
there today.  I'm sorry." Knoxx said, "Well, that completes the list of
violations.  I guess we've got ten to deal with.  So, now, the punishment.
First, Dr.  Whiteside wants you to come to the festival again tomorrow
afternoon.  She wants you there at 1 PM, and she will let you leave in time
to get here for the 5 o'clock meeting.  Understand?" Amy just nodded.  But
she also sighed, because she knew that this dashed the plans that she and
Dwight had made last night.  They had planned to fly a kite in a reclusive
park somewhere tomorrow afternoon; he said he was going to match the amount
of clothing she wore by wearing only a skimpy swimsuit.  But now she would
probably be getting her body painted again by strangers in a very public
park. Knoxx went on some more, "As I said earlier, you will come back here
for a meeting at 11 AM on Monday morning.  At that meeting, you will bring
a bag with the clothes that you want to wear to graduation.  Whatever you
think is appropriate under the graduation gown.  Now, at that meeting, you
will get yourself dressed for graduation.  There is a shower in the
basement of this building; before the 11 o'clock meeting, you will take a
shower down there.  There will be a washcloth, soap, and shampoo down
there, but no towel.  You will then come up here at 11; we'll give you a
towel to dry off and then you'll finish your preparation.  That includes
makeup as well as getting dressed.  This may be the last opportunity for
this committee to meet with you, and we want to make sure you present
yourself well as the punishment period ends.  So, just to repeat, on Monday
morning, you shower in the basement before 11 AM, come here at 11, dry off,
put on your makeup, do your hair, etc.  And then get dressed.  Got it?" Amy
quietly said, "Yes, I understand." Then he took the kitty from its spot in
his arms and placed it on his desk.  The cat meowed its displeasure at
having been moved from its comfortable spot.  Knoxx said, "Miss Suzuki,
please look carefully at this little kitten.  It's a cute little thing.  He
showed up out back of this building when I came in an hour ago.  I guess
he's a stray, but we'll try to find his owner.  At any rate, please look at
the cat then answer my questions.  Okay?" Amy was wondering where this was
going and just said, "Okay." Knoxx asked, "Is the kitty wearing any
clothes?" She replied, "No." "Is it wearing panties?" "No." "Is it wearing
jewelry?" "No." "Does it have a backpack?" Amy sighed and again said, "No."
"Does it have an ankle pouch?" "No." "Does it have a cell phone?" "No."
Knoxx continued, "Does it have any money?" Amy was getting annoyed, "No."
"Does it have any keys?" "No." "Does it ride in a car?" Amy paused for a
moment and answered, "No.  I don't think so." Knoxx went on, "How does it
get around?" "I guess it just walks on its four feet." Now Knoxx paused
before saying, "Okay, now please think about yourself in this cat's
position.  Not its physical position here on my desk, but its place on this
planet.  For the next couple of days, you are going to be like this cat. 
No clothes, no panties, no jewelry, no backpack, no ankle pouch, no money,
no keys, no cell phone, no car rides - nothing.  You can use two feet
rather than four, but basically you are going to find your way in the world
as naked as the day you were born.  In fact, with your recent shave, that
portion of your body looks very much like it did the day you were born."
Amy gulped, and she felt her breasts jiggle again.  She could probably
handle the complete nudity, but how could she get by without money, keys,
phone, and car rides for two days? After giving her a moment to think about
this, Knoxx said, "I mentioned jewelry, and I guess I've never noticed
jewelry on you before.  But now that we've prohibited it, we need to check
you over.  Please come around to this side of my desk." Amy slowly walked
around the side of the desk, and Knoxx motioned her to a spot just a few
inches from him.  He remained seated in his chair as he said, "Please hold
out your hands." Amy held out both hands and spread her fingers and after a
moment, turned them over. Knoxx stood up and said, "Good.  Now, please hold
back your long hair and let me check for earrings." Amy sighed and pulled
her hair back with one hand.  Knoxx looked at the small ruby stud earrings
that she was wearing and said, "Ah, those are not permitted for the next
couple of days.  Please remove them." These pieces were some of her
favorite earrings, because they had been given to her by her grandmother
when Amy had her ears pierced many years ago.  But the naked girl took them
off as instructed and dropped them into Knoxx's outstretch hand. He said,
"I will put these in an envelope and slide them into your backpack.  Now,
anything else?  Body jewelry?" He looked at her quivering tits and then at
her nose and eyebrows.  He shook his head and glanced down and said, "What
about between your legs?  Please stand up on my desk and spread your legs
so I can have a look." Amy gulped and then climbed up on his desk.  Knoxx
moved some papers on either side and motioned for her to place her feet in
those spots.  She carefully put a foot in each of the small spaces that he
had cleared, and this spread her legs fairly far apart; her pussy was a few
inches above his head as he sat in his chair.  Knoxx put the cat on the
desk next to her foot and he leaned in between her legs and looked up.  But
he said, "I can't see very well; please spread your thighs a bit farther
apart." Amy blushed a bright red as she squatted a little bit to open her
thighs more.  He said, "Thank you.  That's much better", and he looked up
at her bare pussy.  She actually expected him to touch her, but he didn't.
However, the kitten rubbed her leg and Amy flinched briefly.  Knoxx picked
up the cat, and said, "Good.  You can get down now." She climbed down from
his desk and stood there right next to his chair.  He went on, "I noticed
some red scratches high up on your leg.  You should probably get those
treated.  Actually, I've got some Neosporin here.  Do you want to use
that?" Amy pondered this for a moment, because she could feel the scratches
a little bit.  She said, "Yes, maybe after the meeting I could do that."
Knoxx replied, "No, let's do it now.  Here's the tube.  Do you need help
applying it under there?" Amy blushed as she took the tube and said,
"Thanks, but I can do it myself." Amy squatted awkwardly in front of the
men and rubbed a liberal amount of the medication onto the red areas next
to her pussy.  When she finished, she handed the tube back to Knoxx. 
Another embarrassing act, but the ache had already subsided noticeably. 
She quietly said, "Thank you for that." He said, "Okay.  Let's get back to
what we were talking about." He looked her in the eyes and said, "Any other
jewelry besides the earrings?" She shook her head, but Knoxx asked, "What
about a diaphragm?  Are you wearing one of those?  If so, please remove it
now.  It wouldn't be appropriate for me to inspect you physically; so, I
will just take your word for it." Amy blushed even brighter and she said,
"No, I don't use a diaphragm, and I don't have one in me now." He looked at
her sternly and said, "No diaphragm?  So, the only birth control you do is
to insist upon your partners using a condom?" Amy continued to blush
brightly, but she was annoyed by his use of the plural word "partners"
which falsely implied she slept around.  Also, the subject of birth control
had never been mentioned in these daily naked meetings, and she considered
that subject to be even more private than her private body parts that she
had been forced to display.  She quietly said, "I use birth control pills."
Knoxx said, "Oh, okay, that's good.  Now, there are going to be a few
exceptions to the total nudity rule.  But first, let me have Tyson Laird
clarify some legal aspects here.  Ty?" From his chair, Laird looked up at
the naked girl and said, "Miss Suzuki, a few weeks ago, when we were
negotiating this punishment with you and your attorney, we reluctantly
decided that you would be allowed to wear underpants during this punishment
period.  We wanted to impose total nudity on you at that time, but we felt
we might be on shaky legal ground if we did.  However, in light of your
continued violations, we feel that we are on solid legal ground in this
additional punishment.  And let me repeat what we've said all along that
actually our strong preference was to expel you a few weeks ago, and we'd
like to expel you right now, but we still feel that would be a bit iffy in
a legal sense.  So, total nudity is your punishment for the next couple of
days." In reality, Laird did not believe what he just said.  It still was
shaky legal ground, but since it was late on a Saturday afternoon, he knew
that this young woman and her lawyer wouldn't really have time to do
anything about it until Monday, when the punishment was scheduled to end
anyway. Knoxx then said, "Thanks, Tyson.  Now, Miss Suzuki, as I said,
there will be a few exceptions to total nudity.  First, the panty auction
is scheduled for 7 o'clock tonight, and the frat guys want you to be
wearing panties at least for the start of the auction; they said they will
auction off the pair that you're wearing sometime during the evening.  So,
I will deliver a pair of panties to them as soon as this meeting is over,
and they will tell you when to put them on after you arrive." "Also, Mr. 
Garoni wants you to wear your mortarboard and high heel shoes for at least
part of tomorrow morning's photoshoot.  So, you may bring those along
tomorrow morning.  But only for the photoshoot.  Oh, Garoni doesn't know
that you won't have panties; you'll have to explain to him that he will
just have to shoot all of his pictures with you naked.  And the final
exception is that Ms.  Whiteside may have some adornments of some sort for
you." "And of course, you will follow the usual rules.  No hiding.  No
covering up.  Full cooperation.  Be on time.  Etc.  Let's see it's now 5:30
and the auction starts at 7, and you probably want to eat before then.  So,
you probably need to get going.  Any questions?" Amy was still stunned. 
But she did manage to ask, "What about my backpack?  Can I take it back to
the dorm?" Knoxx rubbed his chin and said, "Actually, we'll just keep it
here til Monday, since you won't be needing it." Amy then asked, "Am I
allowed to make phone calls using other phones?" Knoxx answered, "Oh, yes,
of course.  You just can't carry a cell phone around with you.  We don't
want you carrying anything at all around with you.  Let me be clear about
our intentions here.  We don't want you wearing or carrying anything these
next few days.  We realize that will probably make you feel extremely
vulnerable in some ways, and that is our intent.  Your punishment will
include feeling very vulnerable as well as feeling very embarrassed." "Can
I at least turn off my cell phone so that the battery doesn't run down?",
Amy asked quietly. He said, "I'll take care of that." Amy blushed and
asked, "Mr.  Garoni asked me to also bring a vibrator to the photoshoot
along with the mortarboard and high heels.  I'll need to bring a little
tube of lubricant and a small towel, too.  Is that okay?" Knoxx frowned,
"Yes, the vibrator's okay, but do you really need the lubricant?  I'd have
thought that you would have enough natural juices down there." Amy knew
that he was just trying to rub in some more humiliation, but she blushed
anyway and said, "Yes, I always use lubricant with the vibrator; the
instructions say to do that." "Well, okay.  You can take the tube of
lubricant and a towel.  I look forward to some interesting pictures." Amy
hesitated and then asked, "There's not really time for me to walk to the
dorm, eat dinner, and then walk over to the Gamma house.  Can I at least
get a ride to the frat house?" But as soon as she finished the last word,
she knew that she had just made a mistake. Knoxx frowned some more, "Umm,
Miss Suzuki, I think you know better than to ask that.  This kitty is
permitted to complain, but you are not.  It's a shame that you added
another violation before you even stepped out of this room.  We'll deal
with that violation tomorrow.  You'll have to work out your timing this
evening by yourself.  So, I'll bid you goodbye for now, but we will see you
at the auction this evening." Amy turned to leave and as she was opening
the door, Knoxx said to her, "Oh, Miss Suzuki, another thing this kitty is
permitted to do is to ride the elevator.  But you are not.  The exercise
will do you good." As she walked through the waiting room, Amy looked
longingly at her panties and backpack.  And then as she stepped into the
hallway, the naked girl started running down the empty hall to the
stairwell.  She flung the door open and dashed down two floors before she
started to sob uncontrollably.  She sat down on the steps and cried for a
few minutes.  Those awful men just kept finding more and more ways to
thoroughly humiliate her.  She wiped her eyes with her hands, and then
reached behind her to get a tissue from her backpack before remembering
that she had absolutely nothing now - not even a simple Kleenex tissue. 
She sat for another few moments as she composed herself wiping her eyes
with her hands, and then she slowly descended the final few floors. As she
entered the lobby, she heard the elevator ding.  The door opened, and there
was Knoxx and the other four men.  And the little kitty, which was nestled
in Knoxx's arms.  Dangling from Knoxx's fingers under the kitty was a pair
of white panties.  The men just smiled at her as she walked completely nude
out the front door.

   Chapter 70 - Pre-Panty Auction Prep

   As Amy's bare feet hit the sidewalk, she felt the tears starting to well
up again.  Knoxx was right; she felt more vulnerable right now than she had
at any time in the last few weeks.  Even though she had been almost naked
for those few weeks, she did have panties to wear and a backpack to carry.
The panties at least had covered her most private spot, and even though the
backpack didn't cover much of her body, it did provide her with support for
her daily activities.  It had her cell phone, her wallet, her keys, her
school books.  And now she had none of those things - no clothes, no phone,
no money, no nothing.  And she didn't have her grandmother's earrings,
which had often provided a tiny bit of emotional comfort.  And now she
didn't even have the tiny strip of pubic hair any more. She had to make her
way in a cruel world absolutely naked.  It would only be for a couple of
days, but they were crucial days in her life. As she got to the corner and
waited for the traffic signal to change, she realized that she had a couple
of immediate problems to solve.  First, she was hungry.  Second, she had to
get to the fraternity house. She pondered these dilemmas long enough that
she missed one cycle of the signal.  But in that time, she decided that
she'd go directly to the Gamma house and ask them to feed her.  But that
only solved half of her problems, because she didn't really know exactly
how to get to Gamma house from campus.  Yesterday, when Dwight had driven
her, she was talking on the phone to Linda and not paying close attention
to the route that Dwight had taken.  If she had her phone, she would call
someone to ask directions; there were a few pay phones still on campus, but
none were near where she was standing, and she didn't have any money to
make the phone call anyway.  She knew the general direction, because most
of the fraternity and sorority houses were bunched together in a
neighborhood, and so, she headed off in that direction.  She passed one of
the posters she put up last night and noticed that it didn't have the
address on it - everyone was just supposed to know where Gamma Gamma Theta
was located. It was about a 20 minute walk to Greek Street as the area was
called, and the totally nude girl got lots of catcalls - especially as she
walked past the fraternity houses on Madison Way.  But she reached the end
of that street without seeing the house where she had been last night.  She
turned the corner and walked a block over to Jefferson Avenue.  She was
growing a bit frantic now, because this street was mostly big private
residences rather than frat houses.  An elderly woman was sitting on a
porch, and Amy started to ask her where Gamma house was, but the lady
disgustedly went back into the house as Amy stopped to talk to her.  She
considered going back to Madison where all the catcalls had come from and
asking those guys, but she decided to try one more street first.  So, she
went back past Madison to Monroe Street and turned the corner.  She
breathed a big sigh of relief when she saw Gamma house only three houses
from the corner, and she scampered up the short walk to the front porch.
She rang the doorbell and then waited apprehensively.  It took a
concentrated effort for her not to hold her hands in front of her pussy;
she knew any such action would be interpreted as a violation and would be
reported to Knoxx.  She knew that this house was full of observers, and in
fact, Knoxx himself might be in there right now.  Her breasts rose and fell
as she waited. A moment later, the door opened and she saw a guy wiping his
mouth with a napkin.  He smiled at the nude girl and said, "Hey, Amy,
you're early.  We're in the middle of dinner, but please come in." As he
escorted her down the hallway, she noticed a clock showing that it was only
6:15 PM.  Next to the clock, she saw a coat hook with a pair of white
panties hanging on it.  There are lots of white panties like this in the
world, and these could have just been a trophy that one of the frat members
had collected from a recent conquest, but Amy was certain that they were
her very own panties that Knoxx had delivered earlier.
When they entered the dining room, the buzz of conversation stopped when
they saw the pretty naked girl.  Don Seligman got up, came over, shook her
hand, and said, "Hi, Amy.  As you can see, we're eating dinner.  Are you

hungry?  Do you want to join us?" Amy smiled and said, "Hi, Don.  Yes, I am
hungry.  Dinner sounds great right now." Amy looked around the big room
with three long tables running the length of it.  It kind of reminded her
of the Hogwarts' dining hall shown in the Harry Potter movies.  Guys were
clustered at various spots along the tables, and she even saw a couple of
girls in one of the clusters along with the Larson brothers - Steve and
Mitch. Steve Larson got up and came over to Seligman and Amy.  He said,
"Hi, Amy.  Why don't you come over and eat with us?  I'll introduce you to
my family, and then I'll get a plate of food from the kitchen." Amy
hesitantly followed him, and she felt the roomful of eyes following her as
she walked across the front of the big room.  At the table, Larson said,
"You know my brother, Mitch.  This is my father, Jim, and these are my
sisters, Alyson and Nicole.  Everybody is here for my graduation on Monday;
our mother will be here tomorrow." Amy smiled weakly as she shook hands
with all of them. The father, Jim, gave her a wary look, but he looked her
over from head to toe.  The two girls giggled as they stood to face the
nude girl.  Steve said, "Please forgive these twerps.  Alyson is a high
school senior, and she'll be here at Bancroft in the fall.  Nicole is a
junior." He jokingly said, "Obviously, they still have some growing up to
do." He then pulled out one of the high-backed chairs that were lining the
tables and held it for Amy to sit down next to Nicole. Amy felt really out
of place being naked in the midst of all these clothed strangers.  She knew
some of the guys from last night, but the father and the two teenage girls
were new to her.  Jim and Mitch started chatting with her about schoolwork
and graduation, and Amy meekly added the expected replies.  Steve brought a
dinner plate full of the evening's food - fried chicken, mashed potatoes,
and green beans - along with a glass of apple juice. Amy started eating and
listened as the two girls started asking questions.  Alyson, who was
sitting across the table from Amy, asked, "Have you really been naked for
three weeks?" Amy just nodded, and Alyson went on, "But what's this about
the panties being auctioned tonight?  Doesn't naked mean no clothes at
all?" Amy took another bite and then explained that the punishment allowed
her to wear panties. Alyson said, "Okay, that explains the panties.  But
you're naked now.  So, you're naked part of the time and wearing only
panties the rest of the time?" Amy sighed and blushed, "Yes, that's right."
And she explained some of her community service activities such as today's
body painting and the art class posing.  This conversation was becoming
uncomfortable, and Amy wished that she could derail it somehow, but she
felt that it was already beyond her control. Alyson continued, "Well, what
is it like to be the only nude person in a room like this?" Amy merely
said, "Embarrassing, humiliating, shaming." Alyson persisted, "It's only
the middle of May, and it still gets pretty cold up here.  How do you
handle the cold mornings?" Amy gave a weak laugh and said, "I run fast
between buildings." Then, the younger girl, Nicole, asked, "Don't your
boobs hurt when you run?" Amy just nodded.  She was now certain that she'd
lost control of the embarrassing conversation. Nicole went on, "If you're
nude so much, what do you do about pads during your period?  Oh, maybe you
use a tampon?  But doesn't the string hang out?" Amy was really embarrassed
now, but she quietly explained that she was fortunate, because she wouldn't
have a period during this punishment time.  Amy added, "I really don't know
what I would have done if I'd had a period during this time.  I guess I'd
use a tampon, but I just don't know." Nicole continued, "You don't have any
pubic hair.  Do you always have it that way or was that part of your
punishment?" Amy said in almost a whisper, "Part of the punishment.  It was
shaved off today." Nicole gasped, "Oh, my.  I've heard it itches after
shaving.  Does yours itch?" Amy weakly nodded, and Nicole asked, "Can I
touch it?  I'd like to understand what it feels like.  Maybe, I'll want to
shave off my own." At this point, the father, Jim, interrupted, "Nickie,
please.  Those are really personal questions.  You need to be courteous.  I
don't think Amy has to answer them or let you touch her." But Mitch
responded, "Dad, actually, Amy is required to cooperate with such things as
part of her punishment." And he looked over at Amy. Amy blushed as she
understood the look, and she knew what she had to do even though she
thought there were restrictions about sexual touching today.  Amy
obediently stood up and faced the young girl still seated in the chair next
to her.  Meekly, she said, "It's okay, Nicole.  Go ahead." The room had
grown quiet as everyone had turned to watch the nude coed standing
submissively in front of the high school girl.  Nicole slowly dragged her
finger over the area just above Amy's pussy lips, and then she used her
fingernail to trace her pussy lips just to the point where they went
underneath.  Amy squirmed a bit at this intimate touch.  As Nicole
re-traced back up the lips, she stopped at Amy's clit which was just
peeking out between the lips. Nicole said, "That's your clitoris, isn't
it?" Amy whispered, "Yes, it is." Nicole went on, "Is it always showing
like that?  Mine doesn't do that." Again Amy answered quietly, "Yes, it
often is.  I guess every woman is a little bit different." Nicole looked
over at her father and asked, "Daddy, can I have some money?  I'd like to
bid on her panties tonight.  Kind of as a way to remember her.  Sort of a
souvenir, you know?" Jim answered, "Okay, sweetie.  I'll give you some
after dinner.  Now, why don't we let Amy finish eating?" Amy finished
eating dinner in relative peace.  She continued to talk with the two girls,
but the conversation was about her upcoming new life near Boston rather
than her current nude life in New Hampshire. The conversation lasted a few
minutes after she finished dinner, and then she felt a tap on her bare
shoulder.  She looked up and saw Knoxx who asked, "Miss Suzuki, can I have
a word with you please?" Amy got up and Knoxx led her firmly by her elbow
up to the front of the room.  They were out of hearing distance of
everyone, but still they were in full view.  The people at the tables saw
the well dressed man talking sternly to the very naked girl. Knoxx said,
"Just a few reminders.  Please remember that you're the MC tonight; we
expect a good performance from you.  Also, we understand you have some
cleanup duties to perform after the auction; please remember what we said
about riding in a motor vehicle or an elevator." Amy gulped at this.  She
would be required to load the folding chairs back into the rental truck,
and that would be very difficult to do without moving the truck and using
the truck's lift. Knoxx went on, "After you finish all of that, you will
need to get safely back to your dorm in the dark.  We just wanted to let
you know that Tyson and I will take care of that.  Now, do you have any
questions?" Amy was relieved to hear that they'd be giving her a ride home
rather than walking naked along the dark streets.  She gave him a weak
smile and said, "Thanks.  Umm, and actually, I do have a question.  That
cleanup job requires carrying folding chairs.  I know you don't want me
carrying anything, but are those chairs okay?" Knoxx said, "Uhhh, good
point.  Those chairs might cover you up somewhat, but it needs to be done.
So, yes, it's okay.  Anything else?" She quietly said, "No", and he put his
two hands on her shoulders and looked her sternly in the eye and said,
"Good.  Now, don't disappoint us this evening." Amy just nodded, but she
knew that everyone had been watching this little meeting and that it must
have looked like a father scolding a naked daughter. She meekly returned to
the Larson group and asked, "Steve, can I use a telephone, please?" Larson
replied, "Umm, did Chancellor Knoxx say that is okay?" Amy was annoyed but
only said, "Yes, he just doesn't want me carrying a cell phone around with
me." Larson said, "Okay then.  There's a phone in the hallway, just outside
the dining hall." Amy turned and walked across the front of the room to the
door knowing that all the eyeballs were following her.  She looked at the
clock and saw that it was 6:45, and that meant that Dwight was still at
dinner with the recruiters.  She really wanted to talk with him for moral
support, but that wasn't possible right then.  So, she called Linda. Linda
answered, "Hello?" "Hi, Lindy, it's me." "Oh Amy, we've been so worried. 
I've been trying to call you for the last couple of hours.  And then you
didn't show for dinner.  Didn't you get my messages?" "No, I don't have my
phone.  They took it away." Linda gasped, "What do you mean - took it
away?" Amy whispered, "Knoxx took away my panties, my backpack, my phone,
my keys, my money, my right to ride in a car, everything.  I'll get them
all back on Monday, but I'm totally naked for the next two days." Linda
gasped again, "Oh, Sooz, that sounds awful.  Where are you now?  Anything I
can do?" Amy's voice cracked as she said, "I'm at Gamma house now, and I'm
going to be late tonight.  Are you going to be in the room?  I don't have
my keys and I'll need to get in." Linda hesitated for a moment before
saying, "Uhh, Mark and I are going out tonight.  But I'll make sure I'm
back by, umm, what time?" Amy knew from the tone in her best friend's voice
that Linda had been planning to spend the night with her boyfriend, and
now, Amy was asking her to change her plans.  Amy felt guilty, but she
said, "Probably 11 o'clock, maybe midnight.  But, hey, Lindy, I don't want
to mess up your plans.  It should be okay for us to leave the door unlocked
for a few hours." Linda quickly said, "No, Sooz, it's all right; I'll be
here.  It sounds like you'd like to talk after you get home.  So, Mark and
I will get our loving done early.  He'll understand that you need my help."
Tears were rolling down Amy's cheeks as she said, "Oh, Lindy, you're the
best friend ever.  Yes, I'll probably need a shoulder to cry on tonight."
Linda was starting to cry also, but she managed to say, "Okay, I'll be here
for you.  In fact, maybe I should get someone to pick you up.  Gamma house
is a long way from here, and you shouldn't be walking that far naked in the
dark.  What about Dwight?  Can he give you a ride?" Amy partially recovered
her composure and said, "No, he's busy tonight with an important interview,
and he didn't know when he'd be done, but Knoxx said he'd give me a ride."
Linda groaned, "Eeeww, that sounds icky." Amy chuckled and said, "Yep, but
it's better than walking.  Umm, I need to go.  See you later, okay?" And
they said goodbye. As she hung up the phone, Mitch Larson came up to her
and said, "Amy, you still owe me a one-sheet for today.  Do you have it?"
The naked girl slumped her head and said, "No, I'd forgotten about it. 
Umm, is the computer set up on the stage?" Larson nodded and Amy shrugged
as she said, "Okay, I'll go do it." She glanced at the clock and it showed
6:50.  "Oh, god, I don't have much time." She turned, but Larson grabbed
her arm and said, "Amy, put these on." And he handed her the white panties
from the coat hook.  Amy quickly looked for the small red mark on the rear
hem, and after she saw it, she slipped on the panties.
She dashed down the hall, into the rec room, and up onto the stage.  The
crowd was already gathering, but she sat down at the computer and dashed
off a couple of quick paragraphs about the auction preparation and the
bodypainting.  She whispered to Larson, "There.  Be sure to do a spell

check on it." As she got up from the computer, she saw Zacharias and
Brockington standing there.  Zacharias said, "It's 7 o'clock.  You need to
get started."

   Chapter 71 - Amy's Panties Up for Bid

   She looked out at the waiting crowd.  Almost all of the 100 folding
chairs were occupied and there were another 20 or so people standing in the
back and on the sides.  Almost all were men or boys; there were the two
Larson girls, the Gamma housemother, and another 5 or 6 college girls.  But
as she took a deep breath, she really wasn't focused on the crowd, because
her heart and her mind were racing.  She knew what she had to do, but she
needed to calm her nerves first.  She took another deep breath and stepped
over next to Brockington, who was standing at the podium.  He handed her a
microphone, and she stepped away from the podium, because she knew she
could not hide any part of her mostly naked body behind it.  If she had
looked at Knoxx sitting in the second row, she would have noticed him
looking at his watch. As her breasts continued to rise and fall, she began,
"Ladies and gentlemen, good morning, I'm Am . . .", and she caught herself,
"I'm sorry, good evening, ladies and gentlemen, forgive me, but I am very
nervous.  I'm Amy Suzuki, and I want to welcome you to tonight's auction of
my panties.  Most of you probably know my story, but just in case, let me
describe briefly what happened and why we're having this auction." "On the
night of April 30th, I made a very bad mistake.  Just before midnight, I
streaked around the campus quad, and I was apprehended by a university
security guard.  The next day, I was brought before the Discipline
Committee, who explained the seriousness of the offense.  The usual
punishment for streaking is expulsion from this fine university, but the
gentlemen on the committee were lenient enough with me to allow me to
choose either expulsion or remaining almost naked until the school term
ended.  Since I was so close to graduation, I decided to accept the mostly
naked punishment.  Bancroft is a very prestigious institution, and I wanted
to finish my bachelor's degree and get my diploma, and if that degree and
diploma are awarded to me, I will value them for the rest of my life." "So,
I have been mostly naked for the last three weeks.  There have been times
when I was required to be totally nude in public places, but for most of my
daily activities, the committee allowed me to wear panties - and only
panties, nothing else.  Just like I'm wearing right now here in front of
you.  And it's those twenty pairs of panties that are be auctioned off
tonight as part of my punishment.  The proceeds from the auction will be
donated to Bancroft Foundation; so, it's for a very good cause - please,
bid high." "One last thing before we start the auction.  I want to make
this very public apology for my behavior that night.  I did it on a lark,
but it was a very, very stupid thing for me to do.  I am truly sorry for
having done it.  And I want to thank Chancellor Knoxx and the Discipline
Committee for allowing me to avoid being expelled from school." "Now, let
me turn over the microphone to Phil Brockington, who will run the rest of
the auction." Brockington took the mike and said, "Gentlemen", and after a
pause he added "and ladies" to acknowledge the few females in the room
besides Amy.  "As Amy said, we have twenty panties to auction off, but the
winner of each auction will also get a couple of other things.  First, he
or she will get to have their photo taken with Amy; actually, we'll take
two separate photos, if that's what the winner wants.  Second, there will
be a one page write up of what Amy did that day; Amy herself actually wrote
up these documents, and we will print the one or two photos on that sheet
which will be given to you.  And let me add a few words about those photos.
You can be in the photo with Amy or you can have Amy pose in whatever way
you want.  It's okay if you touch her, but not sexually.  For example,
holding her hand or an arm over her shoulder is fine, but touching her
breast is not." "Now, about the panties themselves.  They are all good
quality from Victoria's Secret; original cost was between $5 and $10 each.
Amy actually wore these panties from about 5 PM on the previous day until 5
o'clock on the day shown on the document.  They have not been laundered
since she wore them, and so you might see some stains, which will add some
character to the panties." Amy blushed at the mention of the stains caused
by her own pussy juices. Brockington went on, "The minimum bid will be $2
and the increment will also be at least $2.  As she said, the money is
being donated to a good cause.  So, nobody here is getting anything out of
this except the right to see this beautiful young woman naked.  And that
leads us to the first item which will be put up for bid, and that is the
pair of white panties that Amy is wearing right now.  Since she just put
these on a few minutes ago, she has not written up a one-sheet for them. 
But the winner will get the two photos and in addition, he will be allowed
to remove the panties from her." As he was saying this, he reached over,
grabbed the top hem of Amy's white panties at the side panel, and pulled it
out from her skin a couple of inches.  Again, Amy blushed, but she just
stood there. Brockington started the auction with, "Okay, do I hear $2? 
Good, how about four?" And someone yelled "Ten dollars" from the back of
the room.  After a moment, another man bid $12.  And this led to a
back-and-forth bidding contest that didn't end til one of them bid $30. 
Brockington finally said, "Sold, to the young man standing in back.  Please
come up and claim your prize." Amy felt her eyes beginning to water, but
she just stood there and watched the very young man come up onto the stage.
Brockington said, "Hello, what's your name, man?" The guy answered, "Bill
Pratt" and Brockington said, "Okay, Bill, nice going.  Now, let me suggest
that one of your two photos should be of you sliding the panties down her
legs.  The other photo can be your choice.  All right?" Pratt nodded
enthusiastically and the auctioneer said, "Good, go ahead." Pratt turned to
face Amy, reached out his hand, and said, "Hi, Amy, nice to meet you." Amy
gave him a wane smile as she limply shook his hand.  Then, he knelt down in
front of her, grasped each side of her panties, looked back briefly at
Steve Larson who was aiming the camera, returned his eyes to the panties,
and slowly slid them down her long legs exposing her hairless pussy to the
audience.  There was a murmur of surprise that rippled through the crowd
followed by a smattering of applause as Amy now stood totally naked facing
the large group.  She stepped out of her panties as they hit the floor, and
Pratt waved them in the air as he stood up. Brockington said into the mike,
"Well done, Bill.  You've uncovered the last, and I might say, the best
parts of Amy's lovely body for our viewing.  And now, what would you like
for your second photo?" Pratt asked, "Can I put my hand on her butt?  Or is
that too sexual?" Without hesitating, Brockington said, "Sure, her ass is
okay." Pratt said, "Good.  So, I'm just going to stand next to her and put
my left hand on her right butt cheek and hold up the panties in my other
hand." And he dangled the white panties from his right hand as Larson took
the second photo. Brockington said, "Good job all around, Bill.  Now,
please step back to the table, give them the money, and wait for Mitch to
print the photos for you.  And Amy, please get the memory card from Steve
and take it over to Mitch for the photo processing." The naked girl stepped
to the front edge of the stage, bent over with her breasts hanging nicely
below her, and took the little memory card that Steve Larson was handing to
her.  Amy turned around and went back to the table where she gave Mitch
Larson the memory card.  As she turned to return to the front of the stage,
Mitch whispered, "Amy, here's another memory card.  Give it to Steve for
the next set of photos." Amy took the card and blushed as she returned to
the front, bent over again, and handed the card to the older Larson.  She
now realized that she would be making that embarrassing bend with her
breasts drooping many, many times during this evening. Brockington said,
"Good, one down - literally - and nineteen to go.  Now, this next pair is
also kind of unusual.  It turns out that Amy did not actually wear these
panties, and I'm going to let Amy explain what happened here." He handed
Amy the mike and also the pair of pink striped panties. Amy gulped.  She
hadn't been expecting to say anything else during the auction.  She felt
her underarms getting a bit damp with sweat, and her voice broke a little
bit as she said, "Uhhh, umm, let's see, how do I say this?  These panties
are actually a replacement pair for an identical pair that was stolen
earlier in the day.  The originals were hanging on a hook in the hallway as
I was helping with an experiment, and someone took them from the hook.  I
could not find the originals, and so Dr.  Knoxx asked me to buy these as a
replacement for this auction.  I actually did wear them, but only for a
minute or so to make sure that they were the right size.  Umm, the
one-sheet that I wrote up describes what happened to the original pair of
pink striped panties rather than this pair itself.  Umm, I guess that's all
I need to say.  Okay?" And she looked back at Brockington. Brockington
said, "Umm, actually, Amy, isn't there a bit of a story about where you
purchased these?" Amy paused for a moment kind of glaring at him as she
took back the microphone.  They were just trying to further embarrass the
nude girl, and Amy knew that she had no choice but to explain.  "Yes,
that's right.  Dr.  Knoxx told me to purchase the replacement panties from
Victoria's Secret.  He probably meant for me to go the VS store in the
local mall, but at that time, it would have been very embarrassing to me to
go into the mall almost naked.  So, I purchased them online and had them
shipped to me.  Dr.  Knoxx figured out what I had done, explained that I
had broken one of the rules, and added some additional punishment." Amy
paused for a moment and handed the mike back to Brockington. But
Brockington said, "What rule did you break?  What was the punishment?" She
took the mike back and said sheepishly, "When I was originally punished for
streaking, I signed an agreement that included several rules.  One of them
was that I could not cover myself or hide from view, and buying the panties
on the internet was essentially hiding my body from view at the mall.  I
don't remember the exact punishment for that violation, but this panty
auction was probably part of the punishment." She handed the microphone
back to Brockington and she was relieved when he said, "Okay, thanks for
the clarification.  Now, let's get on with the auction of these replacement
panties." But Amy glanced down and saw that Knoxx was writing down some
notes.  She knew that her description had been vague, and now she was
afraid that she'd added another violation to his list, but it was too late
to do anything about it now. Brockington coordinated the bidding process,
and the pink striped panties only fetched $18.  The winning bidder was a
young man wearing overalls; Amy thought he was probably an auto mechanic or
maybe a plumber.  For the first photo, he used the same pose that the
previous guy had done with a hand on Amy's bare butt.  For the second, he
had her pose alone in a spread eagle style holding the stretched out
panties way above her head; her pussy was wide open in this position.  The
nude girl then shuttled the memory cards back and forth between the Larson
brothers. Brockington said, "Okay, that's two panties down, eighteen to go.
And we're going to do these in a completely random order.  I've got the
panties here in a bag, and I'm going to have Amy reach in and pull out the
next pair to auction off." He held open the bag, and the naked girl blushed
as she reached in and pulled out a pair of beige panties.  She held them
out for him, but instead of taking them, he pointed the microphone at her
and whispered, "Tell them the date." Amy blushed and softly spoke into the
microphone, "May 9th." But Brockington said, "Louder, Amy, so that everyone
can hear.  Also, please describe them for those at the back of the room,
and also please include the day of the week that is shown on the tag." Amy
blushed again and spoke louder into the mike, "I wore these panties
Wednesday, May 9th.  They are beige colored; kind of a flesh-tone.  Some
girls call the color nude or bare." A guy in the audience yelled out, "Put
them on so we can see what they look like on you." But Brockington replied,
"Sorry, but Amy has to remain naked the rest of the evening.  So, no, she
won't be modeling the panties for you.  Now, do I hear $2?" And the bidding
continued $10, $15, $17, $19, $21, and finally $23.  The winning bidder was
the guy who had yelled out earlier, and for the first picture, he asked
Brockington, "I'd like to put the panties on her and then have the photo
taken while I'm sliding them back down her legs.  Okay?" Brockington
frowned and said, "Just a minute.  Let me discuss it with our auction
committee." He went back to the table and talked briefly with Ned
Zacharias. When he returned, he said, "Well, here's what we've decided. 
Since Amy is required to remain naked, we don't want her pussy covered up
the rest of the evening.  So, you can slide the panties part way up her
legs, and then we'll take the photo in that position and then you can take
them off of her." The winner smiled and said, "Great" and he held out the
panties for Amy.  She stepped into them, and then blushed some more as the
guy dragged his fingers up her legs as he raised the panties to just a
couple of inches below her pussy lips.  The photo was taken and he repeated
the finger dragging as he slid the panties off of her.  The second photo
had him shaking hands with Amy. Brockington said, "Good going.  Now, please
step back to the table where they will collect your money and process the
photos." Amy did her little routine of exchanging the camera memory cards
with her bare breasts dangling enticingly each time. The next pair that Amy
pulled out of the bag was pink, and she announced, "These are pink panties
from Wednesday, May 16." The bidding went up to $28.  The winner was
another guy, Amy recognized him as one of the Gamma members, and he
repeated the previous winner's action of sliding the panties up her legs,
but before the photo was taken, he told her to spread her legs as far as
she could stretching out the panties which were just below her pussy.  For
the second photo, he just put his arm around her shoulder. The next three
pairs went much the same as Brockington, Amy, and the other Gamma guys fell
into a routine.  All the winners were male; in fact, Amy had not heard any
female voices in the bidding so far.  But for the next pair of panties,
which were the polka dot pair, she heard a familiar girl's voice get into
the bidding.  She looked out to see Nicole Larson taking an active part in
the bidding.  Nicole didn't win, but she had pushed the winner up to $36.
For the next two auctions, Nicole tried again.  Losing each time, but the
winning bids each time reached $40.  Amy found herself kind of rooting for
the young girl to win one of the auctions. And it finally happened on the
next auction, which was for the May 11th yellow panties.  Nicole ended up
winning the bid at $30.  The young high school girl was almost giddy as she
scampered from her seat, up the stairs, and onto the stage next to Amy. 
She was really excited and Brockington had to calm her down by saying,
"Okay, Nicole.  Settle down.  You need to select a couple of poses." Nicole
was giggling as she said, "Ummm, okay, Amy.  I want you to hold one side of
the panties and I'll hold the other just below your vagina." And Nicole
knelt down next to Amy, handed one edge of the panties over to Amy, held
the other edge of the panties with one hand, pointed at Amy's pussy with
her other hand, and smiled as her brother took the photo. Then, Nicole
said, "Oh, this is fun.  For the second photo, I want to be kissing her on
the cheek from the side.  I don't want to be blocking any of this good
stuff." And she pointed to Amy's breasts and pussy.  Then, she put an arm
around Amy's shoulder, leaned over, and kissed her on the cheek as the
photo was taken.  Amy was blushing at this overly affectionate display from
the young girl. Nicole stood off to the side still rubbing her hands in
excitement and watched as Amy took the memory card from one of Nicole's
brothers and handed it to the other brother.  As the youngster walked back
to the table, she asked Brockington, "Can I bid again?  Please, please,
this is just so much fun." Brockington said, "Sure, Nicole.  We want to
raise as much money as we can." Nicole said, "Oh, goody." And she yelled
over to her father, "Daddy, Daddy, can I have some more money?" But her
father didn't give any indication one way or the other.  And Nicole just
turned and gleefully watched the document and the photos being printed. The
last eight panties went much the same as the previous ones.  Amy had
noticed that Nicole's father had spoken to her firmly after she returned to
her seat, and Nicole didn't bid again the rest of the night.  But her
sister, Alyson, did bid although she didn't win any of the auctions.  Seven
of the eight winners were males ranging from college students to an older
gentlemen.  The one female winner was Kimberly Hill, a student who Amy had
seen around campus, but she didn't know her personally. The poses that the
eight winners requested varied widely although since Amy's ass seemed to be
fair game, there were several poses with the winner resting a hand on her
bare butt.  There were a few stealthy squeezes of her butt when the
organizers didn't seem to be looking.  Most of the winners wanted to be in
the photos with Amy, but a few had her posing alone.  One had her facing
away from the camera, bent over with legs wide spread, and looking back
between her hanging breasts and legs at the camera.  Two of the guys kissed
her on the lips including one in an extended embrace.  Another had her
kneeling in front of the guy and reaching up for her panties that he was
holding just out of her reach.  And most embarrassing to Amy was Kimberly
who told Amy to spread her pussy lips wide apart with her hands so the
photographer could take a close-up shot of her inner pinkness. Amy had been
mentally counting down the panties as they were auctioned off, and she was
very relieved when the last pair had been done.  Even though she had been
kept very busy during the auction by posing for the photos and by shuttling
the memory cards between the Larson brothers, she thought that this auction
was probably the most humiliating exposure of her naked body yet.  Several
times she had to fight the impulse to cover her pussy or breasts from the
view of the big crowd; she even wondered if she had accidentally covered
herself at some point, which would trigger another violation from Knoxx who
seemed to be watching her intently throughout the evening. After the last
pair of panties, Brockington announced, "Well, that pretty much wraps
things up.  I've just been told that we raised $560 from the auction plus
$650 from your admission fees for a total of $1210 that will go to the
Bancroft Foundation.  We thank all of you for your generous participation."
He turned to Amy and said, "And a special thanks to this lovely young
woman. Let's give her a hand." And the audience applauded and whistled
loudly.  Then, Brockington said, "Okay, Amy, I'll give the mike back to you
and you can make some closing remarks." Again the naked girl had not
expected this and she hesitated a moment before taking the microphone and
saying, "Umm, I'll repeat what Phil said.  Thank you everyone for helping
out the Foundation.  And let me also repeat what I said earlier.  I
sincerely apologize for my behavior on the night of April 30th.  I deserved
to be punished for streaking, and I thank the Discipline Committee for
allowing me to remain in school and get my degree.  With that, I'll bid you
all a good night." There was another big round of applause and then the
crowd got up and started to leave.  Naked Amy just stood there holding the
microphone for several seconds looking out over the departing crowd.  She
had a faint smile on her face, and this was actually a somewhat real smile,
because she knew that another shameful episode had come to an end.  The
evening was not over yet, but at least the auction was done. She continued
to stand there at the edge of the stage not knowing exactly what to do
next. Then, she noticed two guys, probably college students, coming to the
front of the stage below her.  One of them reached up a hand, and a whole
series of thoughts went through Amy's mind in a fraction of a second. 
"He's trying to touch my pussy, which is only a few inches from his face. A
normal girl would jump back and not allow a stranger to touch her in such a
private spot.  But I'm not a normal girl; I'm this naked freak and I must
cooperate with everyone, and so I cannot jump back out of his reach. 
During the auction, the Gamma guys did not allow anyone to touch me
sexually, but now the auction is over.  Is he now allowed to touch me
there? I'm just not sure, and so I've got to stand here and appear to
cooperate with him." All of this passed over her brain cells in a
millisecond or two. But she had an anguished look on her face as she looked
down at him.  Then she recognized him; it was Kurt Manning who had been the
winning bidder on one of the pairs of panties.  He was holding a pen in his
hand that he was reaching up to her.  Manning said, "Hi, Amy.  I was
wondering if you would sign the one-sheet that was printed for me with the
two neat photos on it?  And could you do the same for Ernie here who won
your polka dot panties?" Amy was relieved that all they wanted was her
autograph rather than a free feel of her pussy.  Her anguished look turned
to a smile and she said, "Sure." She bent over to get the pen and the
one-sheet from the guy, and her long hair fell into Manning's face and her
full breasts dangled right in front of his eyes.  She blushed and said
"Sorry about that", and she stood up with the piece of paper and the pen.
She scooted back to the table and used it as a hard surface to sign the
paper.  She came back to the front of the stage, pulled back her hair with
one hand, and handed the pen and paper back to him with her other hand.
Then, Ernie Stephens, the other guy, handed her a pen and his one-sheet. 
This time Amy just knelt down and used the stage as the hard surface for
signing the paper providing the two guys with another close-up look of her
hanging breasts.  She handed the pen and paper back to Stephens, and the
two guys simultaneously said, "Thanks, Amy" and they turned to leave.  Amy
wanted to avoid any other such requests, and so she went back to the table
to wait for her further instructions.

   Chapter 72 - All Chairs Present and Accounted For

   The auction organizers were clustered around the table counting money,
shutting down the computer setup, and other wrap-up procedures.  Zacharias
said to her, "Amy, you need to get started with the chairs.  The brown ones
with the padded seats belong to the fraternity, and you should put them on
the racks over there at the side of the room.  There should be 40 of them;
please make sure that they are all there.  The gray metal chairs with
'Hartfield' stenciled on the backs belong to the rental company, and they
need to go back on the truck.  Again make certain that all 60 chairs that
we rented get back on the truck.  Why don't you do the brown chairs first?
When you finish, I'll give you the truck key.  Okay?" Amy nodded sullenly,
but as she turned to go down the steps, she stopped as Nicole Larson was
coming up to join her brothers on the stage.  Nicole was holding the yellow
panties and the one-sheet from her winning auction.  She still had a giddy
expression on her face, and she said, "Hey, Amy, I saw you signing the
documents for those two guys.  Can you do mine?  Please, pretty please?"
Amy looked at the young girl and realized that Nicole was going to be a
real stunner in a few years.  The young girl already had a full figure with
nicely shaped breasts behind the tight long-sleeve red sweater that she was
wearing.  Her tight jeans accented thin legs that would probably fill out
some more in the next year or so.  And her face was very pretty too with a
nose turned up just enough surrounded on either side by high cheeks.  All
nicely set off with blonde hair in a bob-style haircut similar to Linda's.
The only thing currently holding her back was an immature attitude that Amy
thought Nicole would probably grow out of.  Amy thought back to her own
days as a 16-year old teenager, and she knew that she had probably been
viewed similarly by the adults, because her beautiful looks and figure were
just starting to develop at that point. The naked girl said, "Sure, Nicole,
I'll sign your one-sheet", and she took the paper and signed it with a
thin-style magic marker pen that was sitting on the table.  Amy then handed
it back to Nicole and started down the stairs again.  But Nicole stopped
her again and said seriously, "Amy, I know this is really embarrassing for
you, but I wanted to thank you for providing an entertaining evening.  This
would have been a very boring evening sitting around talking with my Dad
and my brothers otherwise.  So, I just wanted to say thanks." After a brief
pause, she continued, "Now, Mitch told me that you're going to fold up the
chairs.  I'd like to help you with that as a way of showing my
appreciation. What do you want me to do?" Amy looked at the young girl and
was surprised by the more adult demeanor that the girl had just shown.  Amy
certainly didn't like providing the naked entertainment for the evening,
but she appreciated the girl's sincere compliment and offer of assistance,
and she said, "Thanks, Nicole.  I appreciate the offer, but they told me
that I need to do this myself as part of my punishment.  Okay?" Nicole
looked disappointed and said, "Well, okay, I guess I understand that.  And,
Amy, I really do hope that you have a wonderful life after you graduate on
Monday." Amy teared up a little bit and said, "Thanks, Nicole." Amy tried
to wipe her eyes with her hands, and Nicole said, "Here, let me give you a
tissue." But the girl reached into the pocket of her tight jeans and said,
"Oh sorry, I couldn't squeeze any Kleenex into these pockets." After a
brief apologetic pause, Nicole said, "Oh, why don't you use these?" and she
handed Amy the yellow panties. Amy blushed in embarrassment at being
offered her very own panties to use as a handkerchief by the panties' new
owner.  But the naked girl realized the sincerity of Nicole's offer and
took the yellow panties and used them to wipe her eyes.  Amy handed the
panties back to the teenager and again said, "Thanks, Nicole." And then Amy
gave the girl a friendly hug with Amy's naked breasts pressed against
Nicole's clothed breasts.  Amy could feel the girl's brassiere through the
sweater, and it reminded her of how much she had missed wearing a bra the
last few weeks.  The naked girl wondered how much the three weeks of going
topless would speed up the inevitable sagging that would happen as she got
older. After a few seconds of this contemplation, she heard Zacharias say,
"Hey, Amy, you need to get going.  We don't want to be here all night." Amy
trudged down the steps and onto the floor of the big gymnasium-like room.
She sighed as she looked up at the clock which read 10:05 PM.  She did a
quick mental calculation and figured that it would take her at least an
hour and a half to put away all of the chairs.  She noticed that the chairs
which she had arranged into neat rows the previous night were now in kind
of a haphazard layout after people had moved them before and after the
auction.  She started with the brown chairs nearest the rack on the side of
the room; she quickly folded up four chairs, leaning them against her bare
hip before carrying them over to the rack.  She saw that the rack had eight
slots, and so she knew that she had to put 5 in each slot.  She shoved in
the 4 chairs and went back for 4 more to put on the rack. The naked girl
repeated this process several times, and she realized that she was putting
on quite a show for the remaining crowd.  But there was nothing she could
do about the display of her wobbling breasts and bare pussy; she had to get
the job done.  During one of the trips back to the rack with two chairs
under each arm, she heard Nicole yelling, "Go, Amy, go.  Go, Amy, go." She
looked over and saw that the young girl was sitting on the edge of the
stage waving at Amy, and Amy realized that the girl's immaturity had
returned.  But the nude girl just smiled wanly at the teenager and
continued with her task.  While walking back to get the next batch of
chairs, Amy noticed that four of the frat guys had sat down next to Nicole
and started talking with the high schooler.  Amy thought back to what
Nicole had said about a potentially boring evening with her family, and Amy
was now certain that would not have been the case.  Even though Nicole was
only a high-school junior, she was only a couple of years younger than the
four young frat guys that she was talking to.  Nicole was certainly going
to have company this evening whether there had been a panty auction or not!
After Amy had stored away all of the brown fraternity chairs that had been
out on the floor, she noticed that there were spaces for two more chairs.
Only 38 of the 40 chairs were there.  Where were the other two?  Zacharias
had warned her to make sure that every single chair was stored in its
proper spot.  She looked again at the remaining chairs on the floor, and
they were all gray rental chairs.  She thought to herself, "O god, what
happens if I come up two chairs short?" The nude girl walked to the back of
the room to see if someone had moved the 2 missing chairs back there; no
luck.  Similarly, she didn't see them along the opposite side of the room
from the chair rack.  So, she wandered back to the stage area where Nicole
was now engrossed in flirtatious conversation with the four guys.  Amy
walked up on the stage and noticed that Mitch Larson was sitting on a brown
folding chair next to the computer, but she wasn't sure if it was one of
the 40 chairs or not. So, she hesitantly walked over and asked, "Umm,
Mitch, is that one of the chairs that needs to be stored on the rack?"
Mitch smiled at the pretty nude and said, "Yeah, Amy, it is.  But I'll need
to use it for a few more minutes.  Can you come back later to get it?" Amy
said, "Sure", but she was anxious to get this first part of the chair job
finished.  And she went off on a search for the other missing chair.  It
wasn't along the wall at the front of the big room, and so she circled the
entire room again looking for it.  Still no luck.  As a last resort, she
looked under the stage.  She had to get down on her hands and knees to lift
up the skirt material around the edge.  She crawled around the entire stage
lifting the skirt at several places.  Finally, she spotted it lying flat
under the stage near the steps; someone had shoved it in about 3 feet and
Amy had to lie flat on her bare tummy and breasts to wiggle in a little bit
to reach it.  Again, she knew she was putting on a show for the guys, but
she had to get that chair.  She was pretty sure that someone had
intentionally hidden it in this hard-to-reach spot just to irritate her. 
She was really angry as she put that 39th chair on the rack. Amy returned
to the stage where Larson was still sitting on the last chair while working
on the computer.  She scowled as she turned to Zacharias and asked, "Ned,
can you give me the truck keys so I can get started on the rental chairs?
I'll get that last brown chair when Mitch is finished, okay?" Zacharias
pondered it for a moment, reached into his pocket for the keys, and said,
"Umm, sure, Amy.  Here are the keys.  The truck is in the same back parking
lot.  But please make certain that you get that last brown chair on rack
and then let me know so we can lock them down with the chain." Amy took the
keys and glanced at the clock again.  10:55 PM.  She slowly shook her head
as she realized that it would be midnight before she got out of here.  So,
she picked up her pace as she scooted down the steps and out onto the floor
again.  She quickly folded up four chairs and carried them to the back
door. She temporarily leaned the chairs against the wall, opened the door,
and carefully flipped down the door stop so that the door would stay open
for her many trips to the truck. The nude girl grabbed two chairs under
each arm and stepped out into the alleyway.  She noticed that the pavement
was very wet, but she was thankful that it was not raining at that moment.
She trudged up the driveway to the parking lot and she was pleased to see
that there was no one around. Amy leaned the chairs against the truck's
left rear tire.  She really wanted to move the truck to the spot closer to
the building's door, but she remembered Knoxx's reminder that she must not
ride in a motor vehicle or to use the truck's lift.  So, she just climbed
into the cab and used the lever to unlock the rear door. She returned to
the rear and opened the big truck doors.  She looked longingly at the
nearby button to activate the lift, but she knew she couldn't use that. 
The bed of the truck's interior was about 4 feet above the ground; most
people would have called this chest high, but for a nude girl, a better
term would be nipple high.  She hefted two chairs up to the level of her
boobs, slid the chairs up into the truck, and then clambered up into the
truck.  She moved the four chairs to the front of the truck's interior and
started to fill up the racks as she had found them yesterday. When she
climbed down from the truck, she was surprised to see the two guys, Dan and
Chet, from the next door fraternity standing there.  Dan said, "Hi, Amy. 
Need some help?" But the naked girl just shook her head and said, "Hi,
again.  Thanks, but just like last night, they've told me to do this by
myself tonight." And she ran back down the wet driveway to the building
door.  She carefully wiped her feet on the mat before stepping in onto the
wooden floor - she didn't want to risk another violation for getting their
precious floor dirty. As she stepped back into the big room, she heard the
entire conversation pause for just a moment as everyone looked at her.  She
ignored the stares and picked up 4 more chairs and started towards the back
door again.  But then Zacharias yelled at her, "Hey, Amy.  Larson is done
with this chair.  Please come do this one now so we can lock up our
chairs." She let out an exasperated sigh, leaned the chairs against the
wall, and trudged back up to the stage. Zacharias was standing next to the
now empty chair holding a chain and a pad lock.  He said to the nude girl,
"You grab the chair, and then you can help me lock them up." Amy folded up
the chair, walked down the steps, and put the final chair into the rack. 
Zacharias then said, "Good.  Now, the chain kind of weaves its way from the
top to the bottom, through the gaps in the chair backs, and around the rack
supports.  I'll start at the top and feed it down to you." Amy sighed again
as she knelt down and reached way back into the rack to grab the end of the
chain; she knew she was putting on another show for the group of guys
watching from behind, but there wasn't any other way to do it.  She looped
the chain around the support and fed it up to Zacharias.  They repeated
these steps several times and then he closed the padlock around the loose
ends of the chain.  When they finished, he leaned down to the kneeling
nude, patted her on her head, and said, "Good girl" as if talking to his
pet dog, and then "Okay, go finish the rental chairs." Amy walked back
across the room, picked up the 4 gray chairs again, and headed for the back
door.  As she was walking across the floor toward the door, she was aware
of someone following her looking at her bare ass as she carried the chairs.
Then when she stepped out onto the outside walkway, she heard Knoxx behind
her say, "Miss Suzuki, don't mind me.  I just want to monitor your progress
on this task.  Tyson and I are waiting for you." Amy turned her head and
gave him a smirking grin, and then continued walking. But she stopped in
her tracks when she saw the truck parked right next to the rear building
door, and then she saw the two neighboring frat guys waving at her from
down the driveway.  She smiled at them and was already to say "Thanks" when
Knoxx spoke up, "Umm, Miss Suzuki, I thought I was very clear about you not
driving a motor vehicle.  Why did you move the truck?" Amy replied, "But,
sir, I didn't move it.  I think those two guys walking down the driveway
did." And she motioned to the two guys who waved again. Knoxx seemed
disappointed that he hadn't caught her in another violation, and he said,
"Oh, sorry about that.  Did you ask them to do that?" Amy just shook her
head and Knoxx went on, "Well, I guess it's okay that those guys did it,
and it will speed up this little chore of yours so we can get home at a
reasonable hour.  But where did those guys get the keys?" Amy leaned the
chairs against the tire and turned to face Knoxx.  "Umm, I guess I must
have left them in the truck.  Yeah, now I remember, I just left them in the
ignition." Knoxx pressed on, "Well, you were fortunate that it was those
two helpful guys who found the keys.  What if it had been a car thief and
the truck had been stolen?" Amy just said, "But it wasn't.  They were just
being nice." Knoxx said, "Well, it was still not a very smart thing to do."
And Amy sagged her head as she just realized that she'd just earned another
violation.  She didn't say anything, but she felt her eyes starting to tear
up as she slid the four chairs up into the truck and hopped up in after
them. Knoxx watched the nude girl move the chairs to the front of the
truck's interior and as she returned and hopped back down to the damp
pavement.  He said to her, "You know, Miss Suzuki, I only said that you
could not ride an elevator, such as the lift on this truck.  I didn't say
that the chairs couldn't ride on the lift.  So, I suggest that you load the
lift with as many chairs as it will hold, lift them up to the truck bed,
and then move them back into the truck.  And to speed up things even more,
I'm going to ask the Gamma guys to help out here, because it is just taking
you too long to do it yourself.  You get the lift ready to use, and I'll
get some guys to carry out some chairs." Amy said, "Thanks, that will be a
big help." But from the way he had said that she was taking too long, Amy
feared that he had just contrived another violation of some rule.  But
there was nothing she could do about that now.  She just went to the truck
cab, flipped on the ignition to accessory mode, and pressed the button to
release the lift rack from beneath the truck to get it ready for a load of
chairs. A moment later, Nicole walked out carrying two chairs followed by
her retinue of four Gamma guys each carrying 4 chairs.  Then, Alyson
appeared carrying a chair followed by three frat guys who had gathered
around her.  Now, Amy had more chairs than she knew what to do with.  The
nude girl quickly loaded up the lift with 10 chairs, hopped up into the
truck, and unloaded them from the lift onto the racks inside the truck.
Another group of frat guys appeared with a bunch more chairs, and Amy
signaled to them to just hand the chairs to her two at a time.  She bent
down from the truck with her pretty boobs dangling right in the guys' faces
as she grabbed the chairs.  She decided that even though this was an
embarrassing technique, it was much faster than using the lift.  And so she
fell into the routine of taking the chairs two at a time up into the truck.
After a few minutes of frantic activity, the stream of chairs being handed
to her stopped.  She was breathing heavily and the collection of frat guys
plus the two Larson girls were watching her breasts rise and fall, and her
nude body was lightly covered in a glowing sheen of sweat. Zacharias
climbed up into the truck with her and started counting chairs, and Amy
noticed that he went around the truck interior at least three times.  She
was becoming concerned when she heard him say, "Oh, Suzuki, you're one
short again.  There are only 59 chairs here." Amy noticed that he had
called her only by her last name, and his voice had a tinge of irritation
in it.  She could sense another violation being reported to Knoxx.  She
quickly started counting the chairs herself, but she lost count after a few
racks because there weren't the same number of chairs on each rack.  So,
she scurried to even out each rack with exactly five chairs, and sure
enough, the 12th rack only had four chairs on it. So, the naked girl hopped
down out of the truck and looked around the parked truck.  Not seeing the
missing chair, she immediately suspected another prank and sprinted back
into the big room after carefully wiping her wet feet on the mat.  As she
dashed across the room toward the stage, she glanced briefly on each side
of the room just to be sure. But she was pretty certain that she'd find the
chair shoved under the stage, and she beelined toward the same spot next to
the steps where she'd found the other chair.  She stretched out flat on the
floor on her bare tummy and boobs, lifted the stage skirt, and looked
underneath.  There was no chair at the spot this time.  But while she was
lying on the floor, she visually scanned the entire under-stage area for
the chair.  This was difficult because of all the support bars under there,
but then she spotted what looked like a chair resting at an angle on the
opposite side of the stage. Amy stood up and started around the stage to
the other side.  But she paused when she saw three frat guys standing at
the edge of the opposite side, and they were smirking as they looked at
her. So, her speculation about a prank was confirmed. The nude girl really
wanted to yell at the three guys, but she restrained herself and calmly
walked up to where they were standing.  She lay down flat on the floor
again and peered underneath the stage again.  The chair was wedged in there
about four feet from the edge, and she sighed as she knew she was putting
on another show as she wiggled her way in under the stage so that only her
bare butt and legs were visible to the guys above. She grabbed onto the
bottom bar of the chair and pulled, expecting the chair to slide out.  But
the backrest was wedged up into the support bars and wouldn't budge.  She
scooted her nude body farther under the stage and tried to reach up to undo
it.  But from her prone position, she could not see what it was hooked to.
She shook the chair, but it didn't budge.  She needed to turn over so she
could see what was wrong. But it was a tight fit under there, and there
wasn't enough room for her shoulders to make the 180 degree turn to a
supine position.  So, she sighed again and slid back out on her stomach. 
Now, she was going to put on an even more graphic show for the three guys
as she lay flat on her back and wiggled her body in face up under the
stage. First, her face disappeared under the stage, then her boobs
disappeared, and finally her bare pussy disappeared from the view of the
little audience. Now she could look up to evaluate the situation.  And she
was relieved when she quickly spotted the loose support bar that had got
caught on the edge of the chair's backrest.  She unhooked it so that the
chair could lie flat on the floor, and then she wiggled her way back out on
her back dragging the chair with her arms above her head.  The dramatic
show of her wiggling nude body had now attracted several more frat guys,
and she heard Nicole Larson cheering again, "Go Amy, go.  Go Amy, go. 
Yeah, you did it." Amy was blushing a bright red as she silently stood up
with the chair and scurried back out the door to the truck.  She put the
chair on the rack and said curtly to Zacharias, "There.  That's it.  Get
out so I can lock up the truck." She quickly scanned the 12 racks to make
sure that each one had exactly 5 chairs on it.  Then she got down,
retrieved the keys from the ignition, locked the big back doors plus the
cab doors, and handed the keys to Zacharias.  She scowled at him and said,
"Satisfied?" After he nodded, she just turned and went back into the big
gym-like room to find Knoxx. The totally naked girl saw that the clock read
11:45 as she walked up to the Chancellor.  She said to him, "Dr.  Knoxx, I
think I'm finished.  Can we please go now?"
Before replying, Knoxx looked over the naked girl.  Her hair was messed
up, her tummy and breasts were covered in dust which had mixed with her
glowing sweat, and her knees were somewhat scraped up.  He said, "Please

turn around, Miss Suzuki." Amy replied, "W-what?" Knoxx repeated, "Please
turn around." And Amy obediently did as instructed so that Knoxx could look
at her bare back and ass.  He saw that back and butt were also streaked
with dust and perspiration.  He said, "Okay, Miss Suzuki, please face me."
Amy was getting tired of being given orders and being treated like a child,
but she felt like she had no choice as she turned to look at Knoxx. Knoxx
said, "All right.  We'll go in a minute.  But your appearance is not very
presentable.  Please go to the restroom and clean yourself up.  Maybe one
of the young Larson girls can lend you a comb for your hair?" Nicole
immediately said, "Oh, sure.  I've got one in my purse over there.  Follow
me, Amy." And so the naked girl obediently followed even more orders, and
she sullenly followed the teenager over to the ladies room.  Nicole handed
Amy the comb, but she then followed Amy into the restroom and watched as
the nude girl washed her boobs, tummy, and knees with a damp paper towel.
At first Amy didn't say anything, and she just let Nicole chatter away
about what a good time she had had tonight.  But Amy sheepishly asked,
"Nicole, could you please wipe off my backside?" And the young teenager
gleefully washed and dried Amy's back and butt while Amy combed out her
pretty dark hair. Amy looked at her nude body in the mirror with the
clothed high schooler standing just off to the side.  Amy smiled at the
girl and said, "I think I look okay now.  Right?" Nicole vigorously nodded
her head and said, "Amy, you are a gorgeous naked woman.  And I'll bet you
will look even better with your clothes on in a few days.  But here, let me
check you over before we go back out.  Do a slow 360 for me." Amy
reluctantly did as instructed.  Nicole went on, "You know, Amy, you have
perfect boobies; very nicely proportioned.  I like the small dark brown
areolas.  There are some Asian girls in my gym class, and they have dark
pink nips.  I prefer yours." Amy just blushed. And with that she lifted
Amy's breasts.  Amy briefly backed away but realized that she must let the
teenager continue to kind of juggle her boobs.  Then, Amy is stunned when
Nicole grabbed her head and kissed her deeply on the lips. After a couple
of seconds, Amy pulled away and in a daze said, "Nicole, are you gay?"
Nicole smiled at her and replied, "I'm not sure.  I'm just a teenage kid
exploring.  I had sex for the first time two weeks ago.  My boyfriend was
very gentle with me, but it was only a so-so experience; there was some
bleeding.  But the next three times, including day before yesterday, it was
awesome as we both really got into it." Amy wanted to get out of here, but
her mother's sexual counseling flashed through her mind.  Many, many times
while Amy was in high school, her mother had cautioned her about
unprotected sex, and she had told her that she didn't care if Amy had
sexual intercourse or not, but she wanted Amy to be sure to take
precautions.  Amy had been using birth control pills since she was 15 even
though she remained a virgin til 18, and then she had insisted that her
partners always use a condom.  Amy suspected that her mother's concern was
based on her own experience when she got pregnant with Amy before she and
her father had been married.  Amy was born only 5 months after her parents
were married. And so instinctively she interrupted, "Nicole, I hope you two
took precautions.  Did he use a condom?  Are you taking birth control pills
or using a diaphragm?" Now it was Nicole's turn to be taken aback and she
said, "Umm, yeah, we did, because that was really hammered into our brains
in the Sex Ed class.  My boyfriend used a condom each time." Then she
giggled, "I had fun sliding that thing onto his dick." Amy merely said,
"Good", and she turned towards the door.  But Nicole continued to hold onto
Amy's shoulder and said, "But now that I've tried it with a man, well,
actually a boy, I'd like to try it with a woman - a really gorgeous, hot
woman like you.  Please come back to the hotel with me.  Aly won't mind if
I tell her to go read a book in the lobby while you and I have some fun in
bed." Amy stared open-mouthed at the girl, and she wanted to say "Hell no"
and then run away, but she knew that would be a risky thing to say to the
immature girl.  So, Amy replied, "Sorry, Nicole, but I can't tonight. 
Maybe some other time?" Nicole frowned briefly but then smiled broadly and
said, "Yeah, some other time would be great.  Let's keep in touch.  I like
to use email and Twitter.  Let's exchange email addresses." Amy reluctantly
nodded her head, and they swapped addresses verbally, although Amy didn't
make a sincere effort to remember the strange Yahoo address that Nicole
recited even though Nicole said the numbers were her measurements
(36-22-34) and the letters were her initials. And with that, Nicole grabbed
Amy by the hand and dragged her back out in front of Knoxx.  Nicole said to
Knoxx, "Look, sir.  We got her all cleaned up for you." Amy blushed and
said, "Thanks, Nicole." Knoxx looked at the teenager and said, "Yes, Miss
Larson, thank you for your help." Then he turned back to Amy and said,
"Okay, Miss Suzuki, let's go."

   Chapter 73 - A Dark and Stormy Night

   Knoxx waved an impatient arm at Tyson Laird and yelled, "Come on,
Tyson." And naked Amy quickly shook hands with some of the frat guys and
then followed the two men out the front door. But it was misting and the
two men paused to open their umbrellas.  Amy knew she was not permitted to
use an umbrella, and so she waited on the porch til the men were almost at
the big Lincoln Towncar.  Then she raced down the walk past the men and
stood by the back passenger side door waiting for Knoxx to unlock it. But
when the men walked up, Knoxx said, "What are you doing, Miss Suzuki? 
Please get going." Amy gave him a puzzled look and replied, "Please open
the door so I can get in out of the rain." Knoxx said, "Umm, you're
forgetting one of today's new rules.  You are not allowed to ride in a car.
So, you will walk and we will follow.  Okay?" Amy could feel the tears
forming and she choked as she said, "But you said you'd give me a ride home
tonight." Knoxx replied, "No, I'm sorry, Miss Suzuki, but I never said any
such thing.  You misunderstood.  You are probably referring to our
conversation after dinner, and I was very careful about my wording.  I
believe that I said, 'Tyson and I will make sure that you will get home
safely in the dark.' Tyson, isn't that what I said?" Laird looked at the
naked girl and said, "Yes, Miss Suzuki, that's what the Chancellor said. 
He never said he would give you a ride tonight.  But we will follow you as
you walk back to your dorm to make sure that nothing happens to you.  Now,
it's almost midnight, and we'd like to get home.  So, please start walking.
Feel free to run or jog if you wish.  It's probably wise if you stick to
sidewalks next to streets where we can drive behind you." With that, both
men closed up their umbrellas and got into the car.  Amy stepped back away
from the car and onto the sidewalk as Knoxx pulled out from his parking
spot. Amy was stunned as the tears rolled down her face.  She stood there
motionless in the light rain on the wet sidewalk for a moment looking at
the idling car.  Laird rolled down the window and yelled at her, "Come on,
move it." The nude girl really wanted to scream obscenities back at the two
men, but she knew it would do no good, and in fact, it would probably be
another non-cooperation violation.  And so she started walking slowly down
the sidewalk back towards campus, and Knoxx put the car in gear and crept
along behind her. After she'd gone only a few hundred feet, she was already
pretty wet from the misting rain.  And she paused when she saw someone
running towards her.  It was a guy in a hooded rain jacket, and he slowed
down only briefly as he passed the naked girl.  She recognized him as one
of the Gamma guys, and she gave him a pleading look.  But he just smiled as
he zipped by and said, "Good night, Amy.  Thanks for the entertaining
evening." And she slowly trudged on. As she reached the street corner, she
realized that she needed to figure out a route back to the dorm. 
Considering the difficulty she had finding the Gamma house in the daylight
without the rain, she knew she was in some trouble now in the rainy
nighttime.  She could retrace her steps back to campus and then use her
familiar route back home, but that route had lots of cross campus sidewalks
plus a between neighborhood walkway where Knoxx couldn't follow in his car.
Even though Laird had implied that she could use those non-streetside
walkways, she was afraid that she'd be punished somehow if she did. She
decided to use Hamilton Boulevard which ran along the edge of the campus
and then Polk Avenue over to the dorm.  But she was still several blocks
from Hamilton.  The fastest way would be the shortcut walkway between the
Greek Street neighborhood and the adjacent residential area, but that would
mean Knoxx couldn't follow her.  So, she decided to turn left and go
through an area that she knew only vaguely, but she was pretty sure that
the street ran all the way up to Hamilton.  She scooted across to the right
side of the street so that Knoxx would be right behind her, and as she did,
she saw his car pull up along side her and stop.  She looked over to see if
Laird wanted to say something, but she saw both men looking at the screen
for the navigation system.  The naked girl wished she could look over their
shoulders at the screen to verify that she was going the right way, but she
didn't dare ask their permission for that.  And so she trudged on along the
street which was starting up a fairly steep hill. This was a dark stretch
of road with only a single street lamp and it was on the opposite side of
the street.  Amy was a bit concerned, because Knoxx hadn't started driving
again, but she walked on with the light from his headlamps shining on her
bare butt.  But just after the crest of the hill, Knoxx's lights
disappeared behind the hill and she was in darkness again.  And then she
stopped when she heard talking and laughing ahead of her.  She could make
out the faint silhouette outline of a bus stop shelter and some faint
flashes of orange light which she assumed were from lighted cigarettes. 
She was now scared, and she didn't know what to do.  She didn't want to
turn around and run back to beg Knoxx to let her in the car, and she was
certain that if she sneaked across the street in the dark that Knoxx would
consider that to be a violation of the no hiding rule.  Whoever was at the
bus stop had not seen her yet, and Knoxx had promised to make sure she was
safe although she sure didn't feel safe right now.  So, she decided to
continue on and see if she could somehow sneak by the bus stop without
being seen.  She walked another hundred feet or so and turned to look for
Knoxx, but he still hadn't crested the hill yet. As she approached the bus
stop, she could make out the shadowy outlines of five people, and their
voices indicated they were all men.  They were all seated on the benches
under the canopy out of the rain.  The naked girl stayed on the sidewalk as
far to the right away from the bus stop as she could, but then she heard
one of them say, "Hey, guys, look over there - a naked woman." And the
talking stopped as all five men turned to look at her through the opening
in the shelter. Amy was now really scared as the five guys got up and
gathered around her.  She didn't say anything, but she was visibly shaking
with fright as one of the guys turned on a flashlight and shined it on her.
The guy with the flashlight said, "Wow, Hoss, you're right; she totally
naked." And two more flashlights were turned on and shined up and down her
bare body.  One of the lights stopped right at her pussy, and the guy said,
"Holy shit.  I can't believe it.  And look, she doesn't have a bush over
her cunt either.  Must be a real whore." Another one said, "Hey, sweetie,
let's get in under the covering out of the rain, and we'll see what we can
work out here." And he grabbed Amy's hand and dragged her into the shelter.
She tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong.  Now, the last two
guys turned on their flashlights, and Amy's naked body was illuminated from
all sides. One said, "Oh my, oh my.  A gorgeous Asian cunt.  Do you know
that Korean whore, Isabelle, who works this part of town?" Amy shook her
head and stammered, "N-n-no.  Please, just let me go." But the guy ignored
her and said, "Well, how much do you want?  There's five of us, and we
could all have a fun little party with you for the next few hours." Another
one cut in, "Hey, you're that Underpants girl from the college, aren't you?
I saw that topless photo of you on the poster for some sort of auction.  I
recognized your nice pointy tits with the little dark brown nips." Amy was
shocked at being recognized by her breasts rather than her face, but she
just nodded and said, "Y-yes, that's me.  But please let me go.  I'm just
trying to get home." Again, the guy ignored her and said, "What's your name
again?  Emily?  Underpants Emily, or something like that?  But where are
your underpants, anyway?  Not that we're complaining about getting to see
your pretty bare pussy and butt up close and very personal like this." And
he squeezed her left butt cheek. Just then Knoxx's car drove up and stopped
next to the bus shelter.  Laird rolled down his window and yelled, "What's
going on here?  Are you all right, Miss Suzuki?" One of the guys said,
"Suzuki?  So, she a Jap.  We can play our kamikaze game with her." Amy had
no idea what a "kamikaze game" was, but she sure didn't want to find out.
Laird and Knoxx got out the car, and Knoxx yelled, "Shut up, all of you. 
We are escorting this young woman home.  So, why don't all of you just sit
back down and let her leave?" The biggest of the guys looked over at the
two older men and said, "Hey, there's only two of you, and you're both
geezers - what are you 70 or more?  The five of us can whip your asses and
then do what we want with this pretty nude thing." Knoxx was in his 50's
and Laird was in his early 60's, but the big guy was right about the two of
them being overmatched by the gang of five.  Knoxx said in a calmer voice,
"Okay, gentlemen, let's just calm down.  The police will be here in just a
minute.  We called them from a cell phone as we drove up and saw what was
happening." That wasn't true, but the guys didn't know that, and they took
the threat seriously.  One of them said, "Hey, Hoss, we don't want any more
run-in's with the police.  Let's get the fuck out of here.  I'd sure like
to get a piece of that Japanese pussy, but with our records, the cops would
throw the bleeping book at us." Hoss was the big guy and seemed to be the
leader of the little gang.  He shined his light over Amy's naked body
again, but then he said, "Yeah, Rex, you're right.  Let's vamoose while
we've got a chance." And they all ran out of the shelter and back down the
hill. Amy was shaking almost uncontrollably now, and she started to cry. 
Knoxx and Laird looked at her, but they just shrugged and got back in their
car.  Through the window, Laird said, "You're okay now.  See, I told you
that we would keep you safe.  Now, please get going and we'll stay closer
behind you the rest of the way." As Amy started to say, "But can't I ride .
. .", Laird rolled up the window and Knoxx pulled away from the curb.  But
after a few feet, he stopped the car, and Laird gave her an impatient wave
through the glass to urge her to resume walking.  Amy's head slumped, and
she started crying again as she started walking again on the wet pavement.

   Chapter 74 - Safely Back in the Dorm

   The rest of the trip to the dorm was uneventful, except that the rain
picked up.  By the time she got to the dorm, she was soaking wet and her
pretty long hair was plastered down around her face and shoulders.  As she
was walking to the side dorm door, Knoxx pulled up behind her, got out of
the car with his umbrella, and came over to her.  He said, "Well, Miss
Suzuki, you have safely arrived home.  But before wishing you a good night,
let me say that the only reason we offered this escort this evening was
because of the darkness.  So, I don't want to set a precedent for your
journeys tomorrow.  We understand that you'll be making a long walk across
town to Maple Park for the Art & Wine Festival, but that will be during the
daytime when the safety concerns are much less than they were tonight.  We
want you to make that daytime walk naked and alone without riding in a
vehicle and without an escort of any kind.  As we said this afternoon, a
primary part of this punishment is for you to feel vulnerable as you go
through the next two days naked in the world.  So, no escorts tomorrow, is
that clear?" Amy bowed her rain-soaked head and quietly said, "Yes, sir.  I
understand." Knoxx said, "Good.  Well, we will see you tomorrow afternoon,
and we expect to have good reports about your behavior during your
activities earlier in the day.  So, you are free to go.  Have a good
evening." And he climbed back into his big car and drove away. Amy trudged
up the steps to the side door and pulled on the door handle, but the door
didn't open.  She yelled in frustration, "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" They
locked the side doors of the dorm at midnight, and naturally, she didn't
have a key with her.  And so she ran around to the front door which was
always unlocked. As she entered the empty lobby, she looked at the clock
over the night attendant's desk.  It read 12:45 AM.  The attendant was one
of the guys from the men's section of the dorm.  He didn't seem surprised
to see a naked and thoroughly soaked girl wander into the dorm at this
hour. He just gave her a brief wave and said, "Hi, Amy." Amy padded her wet
feet across the tile floor to the elevator.  She knew she was making a
messy trail on the floor, but she didn't care.  And water continued to drip
from her hair and body as she waited for the elevator, but then she
remembered about the no-elevator rule.  And so she turned and sullenly
trudged up the 8 half flights of stairs to the 4th floor.  As she opened
the stairway door, she was surprised to see Kelly Stubbins, her antagonist
RA, sitting alone reading a book in the 4th floor common area.  Amy tried
to walk by nonchalantly, but when there are only two people in an open
lobby area like this, it is hard to walk by unnoticed.  Stubbins sprang to
her feet when she saw the naked girl. Stubbins grabbed Amy's arm and said,
"Well, finally.  I've been waiting for you.  I was told to make sure you
behave yourself after you got home here, and I see that you've already
screwed up.  Look at the mess you've made here on the floor.  You've got 5
minutes to get your naked body dried off and to drag your bare ass back
here and mop up this mess." She swatted Amy's butt and went on, "Got it?"
Amy sighed and said, "Yes, Kelly, I'll be right back." She picked up her
pace as she walked down the hall to her room.  She quietly turned the knob
not knowing if Linda was awake or not.  But when she saw the lights on in
their room, she pushed the squeaky door all the way open.  She was
surprised to see Linda, Maddie, Sharon, and Rekha sitting there talking
with worried looks on their face.  But those worried looks turned to big
smiles when they saw Amy walk in.  Linda rushed up to her friend and gave
her a big hug around her still wet shoulders. Linda said, "Oh, Amy.  We
were so worried.  Are you okay?  You look awful." Amy said, "Oh, thanks,
Lindy.  It's so good to be home and see all of your friendly faces.  But I
need to dry off quickly and go get the mop.  Stubbins wants . . ." She
stopped in mid-sentence when Kelly Stubbins walked into the room without
knocking. Stubbins said, "Go on.  You were saying 'Stubbins wants'.  Well,
tell them what I want." Amy sheepishly said, "Kelly wants me to mop up the
mess I made in the hall and lobby." Stubbins said, "That's right, Suzuki. I
want that wet trail removed and the floor sparkling clean.  And that
includes the stairway, and I suspect the first floor lobby as well.  You
and your little friends can talk after you get your chores done." And the
RA left the room. Linda grabbed two towels, tossing one of them to Amy and
using the other to start wiping Amy's wet legs.  Linda said, "Here, let me
help.  You do your top; I'll do your feet and legs.  Lift a foot and I'll
clean it off." Amy braced herself with one hand as she tried to towel off
her breasts with the other.  Then, she switched feet when Linda said to. A
moment later as Linda was drying Amy's thighs, she exclaimed, "Oh, Sooz,
what happened here?" And she lightly touched Amy's pubic area.  "What
happened to your pubic hair?" Amy almost started crying again, but she
restrained herself and said, "They shaved it at the art festival this
morning.  I'll explain in a few minutes after I do the mopping." The other
two girls had grabbed towels and were drying off Amy's back and hair.  And
after a quick swipe of the towel on her butt and between her legs, Amy
dropped the towel and said, "Thanks, guys.  I'll be right back." Amy
scooted back down the hall toward the common area being careful to avoid
walking in her own wet and muddy footprints.  When she got to the lobby
area, there was a couple making out on one of the sofas.  Amy recognized
them as Rick and Maxine who lived in separate wings here on the 4th floor.
They were going at it hot and heavy, but then Maxine noticed Amy and pulled
away from the embrace.  Rick looked up and stared at the beautiful nude
girl who had just appeared, and Maxine gave him a playful punch as if to
say, "Look at me, not at her." Amy was embarrassed about breaking up such a
tender scene, and she just said, "Hi, Max.  Hi, Rick.  I need to mop up the
mess I made.  Sorry." And she grabbed the mop from the nearby storage
closet and returned to do the hallway from her own room to the common area.
When she returned to the common area, the couple was just leaving through a
stairway door and she heard them giggling as they went down the stairs. 
Amy speculated that they were going to continue their make-out session in
the third floor lobby area. Amy quickly mopped up the wet trail in the
common area, and then went back to the stairway where she had to do each
step individually all the way down to the first floor.  The nice granite
tile floor in the main lobby was easy to do.  Then, she wrung out the mop
out on the front porch with her hands.  And as she made her way back up the
steps, she ran the mop over several of them again just to be sure. Back on
the fourth floor, she backed her way through the door as she lightly mopped
the landing again.  And then she looked up and saw Stubbins glowering at
her.  Amy said, "Does it look okay, Kelly?  If so, I'll put the mop away
and go to bed." Stubbins said, "It looks okay, Suzuki." And as she turned
to leave, she gave Amy's left nipple a quick, but vicious twist. Amy
yelled, "Ouch, that hurt." But Stubbins was already gone through the door
into her room. Amy was getting very tired of being ordered around, picked
on, and feeling threatened.  She just wanted this nightmare to be over
with, but there was still over a day to go, and she was getting the feeling
that it might not be over even after graduation on Monday.  Once again,
tears started to well up in her eyes as she slowly walked down the hall to
her room. When Amy walked into her room, Linda could see the tears and she
rushed over and gave her naked friend another big hug.  Amy cried on her
friend's shoulder and said, "I'm really cold, Lindy.  I'm going to stand
next to the heater." Linda said, "Oh, fuck it, I'm going to get your fluffy
pink robe.  They'll never know that you were wrapped up here in your own
room.  None of us are going to snitch on you." Amy shook her head, and
through her tears, she said, "No, no, Linda.  I just can't take a chance.
You saw how Stubbins walked in here without knocking a few minutes ago. 
She might be waiting in the hall with her ear to the door right now waiting
to catch me breaking another rule.  I'll just stand here by the vent and
turn up the heat.  And I know you guys are curious what happened to me
today, and so, while I'm warming up, I'll give you the abridged version. 
Okay?" Her three friends sat down on the beds and chair, and Amy told them
about the pubic shaving and body painting at the art and wine festival
followed by the total nudity punishment inflicted on her at the 5 o'clock
meeting.  And then about the panty auction and the strange Nicole Larson
teenager.  And then finally about the confrontation in the bus stop
shelter. Amy started crying again as she talked about being naked and wet
surrounded by the five tough looking guys.  She said, "I was really afraid
that I was going to be raped.  It was probably the most scared I've ever
been in my entire life.  Knoxx said he'd protect me, but he really didn't.
I was so scared I was literally shaking with fear, and I almost peed in my
pants." At this point, Linda started chuckling a little bit. Amy looked at
her best friend and said seriously, "Lindy, why are you laughing?  It
wasn't funny at all.  I was really, really, really scared." Linda regained
her composure and said, "Oh, Sooz, I'm so, so sorry.  I know it's not
funny. But I wasn't chuckling at that.  I was laughing at what you said. 
You said you almost peed your pants.  But Amy, you're not wearing any
pants!" And now after a brief pause reflecting on what Linda had said, Amy
burst out laughing, and soon all four of the girls in the room were
laughing out loud.  Amy now had tears of laughter filling her eyes, and she
choked back another laugh and said, "Oh, Lindy.  Only you could come up
with that and make it so funny." And the mood in the room had immediately
changed from downbeat to upbeat.  Linda was still laughing when she said,
"Amy, you need to check your phone messages.  Both Dwight and your parents
called earlier this evening, and they said they'd been trying to get you
all day or all evening on your cell phone.  They left messages, and then
they finally called our landline number here in the room." Amy replied,
"Well, since Knoxx took away my cell phone, I can't check the messages. 
But I'll call Dwight now, and I'll probably just send my Dad an email since
it's so late." Linda said, "Oh, Sooz, you should know that you can get your
cell phone messages from any phone." Amy said sheepishly, "Oh, I didn't
know that." She picked up the landline phone, and asked, "Okay, Miss Smarty
Pants, how do I do it?" Linda laughed at being called Smarty Pants by a
pantless girl and she said, "Oh, my dear friend, Amy, you're such a smart
lady yourself, but why, oh why, do you have such a mental block about using
your cell phone for anything except phone calls?  A week or so ago, you
didn't know how to use the alarm clock feature.  And you never, ever answer
my text messages.  And now, I learn that you don't know how to listen to
your messages from another phone.  Sooz, Sooz, Sooz.  It's the 21st
century. Get with it, lady." Amy laughed and asked innocently, "Did you
really send me text messages?  Sometimes a strange display shows up on the
screen with some mumbo jumbo about a message, but I always thought it was
just some sort of spam, and I ignored it." All four girls were laughing
again, and Linda said, "Well, teaching you how to text is too big of a
thing for tonight, but to get your messages, here's how to do it.  Step
one: Pick up the phone on your desk." This was one instruction that she
didn't mind obeying, since she knew Linda was being overly sarcastic.  So,
Amy giggled as she picked up the phone.  "Step two: Dial your cell phone
number." Amy did as she was told.  "Step three: Wait for your outgoing
message." Amy got a puzzled look on her face and said, "What's an outgoing
message?" Again, the other three girls erupted with laughter.  Linda
replied, "Oh, Sooz, don't tell me that you never set up an outgoing message
that people could hear when they tried to call you?" Amy slowly shook her
head and started to laugh again; her breasts were bobbing all over the
place as she laughed at her own naïvetÃ(C).  Through her giggling, she
said, "But I always, always answer my cell phone when it rings.  No one
ever mentioned a going-out message before." Linda continued laughing and
said, "Lady, the word is 'outgoing' not 'going-out'.  Sounds to me like you
want to be 'going out' on a hot date with your new boyfriend." And they all
continued laughing so hard that they were doubled over.  Finally, Linda
said, "Okay, Sooz.  Now that I think about it, there have only been a few
times I've left you a message, and you're right, you just use the generic
message that says something like 'You have reached 603-555-8725.  Please
leave a message after the beep.'" And they all laughed some more when Amy
said, "Yeah, that's what I just now heard when I called my cell phone.  And
it's now recording this stupid conversation that we're having about cell
phones." Linda finally wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes and said,
"All right, Sooz.  Hang up the phone and we'll try it again.  Step one:
Pick up the phone.  Step two: Dial your cell phone number.  Step three:
Wait for the generic message." The naked girl had a huge smile on her face
as she followed the instructions step by step.  And finally Amy said,
"Okay, I'm hearing that message.  What now?" Linda wiped her eyes again and
said, "Step four: Press the pound key.  Do you know where that is on the
keypad?" Amy feigned a disgusted look and said, "Yeah, yeah.  I see the
pound key down in the corner." And she pressed it.  Then, she smiled and
said, "Oh, now I hear the usual thing about entering my PIN." Amy typed in
the number, smiled again, and said, "Yep, she's telling me how many
messages and how to listen to them.  She says I've got 7 messages.  I'm
going to listen to them now; so, you guys need to stop laughing." And of
course, the four girls roared with laughter again. As the first message was
playing, Maddie stood up and whispered, "Amy, I need to go; I've got church
in the morning.  I'm sure glad you're okay.  Good night." And Sharon and
Rekha also got up and gave Amy a friendly hug and bid her good-bye as well.
Two of the messages were from her father just asking when and where to meet
her on Monday.  The next one was from Vince Garoni reminding her to meet
the photography club at 7AM in front of the dorm.  The last three were from
Dwight including one about midnight.  He sounded very concerned about her,
and even though it was now almost 1:30AM, she decided to call him.  She
borrowed Linda's cell phone and went out into the stairwell for a tiny bit
of privacy.  She sat down with her bare butt on one of the stairsteps. He
answered in a very groggy voice, "H-h-hullo?" She was still in an upbeat
mood after the fun few minutes with her friends and she said, "Hey,
boyfriend, it's me." Dwight immediately perked up and said, "Hey, yourself,
babe.  How are you doing?  I was concerned when you didn't answer your
phone, but Linda told me about Knoxx's taking it away.  Please tell me that
you're okay?" She was smiling at the sound of his pleasant voice and said,
"Yeah, I'm okay.  But enough about me.  How did the interview go?  Did you
get the job?" She idly twisted her own nipples with her free hand; she
wished it was Dwight's hand fondling her, but it was just so good to talk
with him. He paused for a moment and said, "Umm, the interview went okay,
and they did offer me a job.  And . . ." But Amy interrupted, "Hey, that's
great.  When do you start?" Dwight replied, "Umm, but I didn't accept it.
It just wouldn't have worked." Amy asked, "But why?" "Umm, several things.
First, it wasn't in Boston afterall; it was out of New Orleans.  Second,
when I say 'out of New Orleans', I mean it literally.  It would have been
on an oil rig for months at a time.  Third, it was just a sort of
maintenance job related to the platform.  I want to do something related to
geology.  Fourth, and most important, I didn't want to be away from you."
"Oh, Dwight, I'm so sorry.  And that was the only thing that you still had
pending as a possible job, too.  What are you going to do?" "Oh, that's
okay.  I'll just go back home to Brookline, and I'll see if I can get into
the MBA program at Boston University.  So, I'll still be near to you.  Just
up the road actually." Amy said, "Well, that part will be wonderful.  But
I'm still sorry you didn't get what you really wanted." He said, "Okay, and
now that's enough about me.  What about you?  Was it another difficult
day?" Amy lied, "Oh, it wasn't too bad.  Some posing at the festival and
then the panty auction tonight." "Uh, Amy, even over the phone, I could
tell that wasn't very truthful.  We need to be honest with each other. 
Please tell me what happened.  I want to help." Amy's eyes filled with
tears of loving emotion and she said, "Okay, honey.  It was actually a
pretty awful day." And she spent about 10 minutes telling him everything.
He interrupted a few times to ask questions and she could sense that he was
getting angrier and angrier as she continued the story. As she sat there
bare-assed on the stairs, she didn't notice Kelly Stubbins peeking through
the hallway door window behind her. After Amy finished her story, he said,
"That fucking Knoxx.  How can he possibly do this to you?" Amy said calmly,
"Sweetie, please calm down.  Today is over, and there is only one more day
to go.  Oh, I forgot to say that I have to go back to the art and wine
thing tomorrow afternoon, and that means I can't go kite flying with you."
He said, "That's okay, babe.  But I'm still upset about Knoxx.  How can I
help?" Amy said, "Well, you can let me get to bed real soon.  But
seriously, I just want you to think good thoughts about me tomorrow,
because it's going to be a full day.  How about we get together tomorrow
night?  Maybe dinner at the cafeteria again?" Dwight replied, "Well, okay.
But you just said that you need to go back to Maple Park.  I know you said
you can't ride, but maybe I can follow you like Knoxx did in his car?" Amy
vigorously shook her head and said, "No, no, no.  The last thing Knoxx told
me tonight was that I needed to do that completely alone.  It will be
awfully humiliating, but that's the way it's got to be.  You stay home and
watch the Red Sox or something." "But Amy, it's actually two long walks. 
First to get over there and then the second one is to get back.  I'll
figure out something.  You need some help somehow." Amy raised her voice
and said sternly, "No, no, you won't, Dwight.  I realize that it will be
two long nude walks, but I don't want you anywhere near me, because it
would just get both of us in trouble.  Is that clear?" This response caught
Dwight by surprise.  He hadn't heard Amy speak so forcefully to him before.
He just replied, "Okay, okay, babe.  I understand.  But at least let me
make a suggestion about a walking route to Maple Park.  Okay?" Amy softened
her tone and replied, "Well, okay." Dwight went on, "This morning, I drove
you the shortest route, and as you saw, that went through a not-so-nice
part of town.  So, when you do it tomorrow, why don't you take a slightly
longer route more towards the east?  It's more upscale residential rather
than commercial over there, and then there's a bike path that goes over the
old covered bridge and down along the river to the park.  If you walk fast,
it should take about 45 minutes, and you'll be much safer.  From campus,
just head east on almost any street and you'll hit the bike path where
you'll turn south and follow it along the river, across the bridge, and
down the other side." Amy thankfully replied, "Oh, that's a good idea. 
Thanks." She paused for a moment and went on, "I love you, boyfriend.  I'd
like to keep talking, but I really do need to get to bed." Dwight
whispered, "And I love you, too, Amelia Suzuki.  You're a special person to
me.  Sleep tight." She replied, "Bye bye, my love." And she hung up the
phone and hugged her arms under her bare breasts.  And she returned to the
room where Linda was already in bed, but still awake reading a book. Linda
said, "I'm glad you got to talk to him.  How's he doing?" Amy replied,
"Umm, he actually sounded pretty angry about what Knoxx is doing to me."
"Sounds like he's got a protective streak in him.  That's usually a good
thing." Amy said, "Yep, I've learned that about him already, but I worry
what would happen if he actually met Knoxx in person.  I would hope that
Dwight would control his anger, but I'm not sure." "Well, just keep your
boyfriend under control for one more day.  But now, we need to get to bed.
Please use the alarm on my cell phone as your backup alarm clock.  What
time are you getting up?" Amy answered, "6 o'clock.  That's only 4 hours
from now.  But I need to meet Garoni at 7." Linda groaned. She looked at
Linda's smartphone and sighed, "Oh, Lindy, I'm sorry, but could you please
set this thing for 6 AM?" Linda crawled out of bed and, in mock disgust,
grabbed the phone from Amy.  She said, "Oh, Sooz, you and cell phones just
don't get along.  But you know, as a journalist you're probably going to be
given a fancy phone to use, and you're going to have to learn sooner or
later." Linda set the alarm and tossed the phone back to her naked friend.
Amy said, "Thanks.  Umm, how do I turn it off when the alarm rings in the
morning?" Linda shook her head and smiled at Amy.  Then she sat down on the
edge of Amy's bed, and said, "Here.  Just press any of these buttons on the
side of the phone; even the volume buttons will turn it off." Amy said,
"Thanks again, Lindy.  You're right.  The newspaper told me that they'd
give me money to buy an Asteroid phone, whatever that is, as soon as I
start my new job." "Umm, Sooz", Linda said, "I think you mean Android
rather than Asteroid.  Android is Google's phone system used by many cell
phone companies." Amy replied, "Oh dear, now that I think about it, my new
boss probably did say Android.  I guess cell phones just seem to intimidate
me for some reason.  I'll probably have to spend my entire first week at
work learning how to use it." And they both laughed as Linda went back to
bed. Before Amy flipped off the light, she quickly dashed off the diary
entry for the day.  She gave a slight sigh when she realized she didn't
need to do a one-sheet any more; that made her further realize that this
nightmare was coming to an end, but she still had another entire day to go.
She plopped her naked body down on the sheet covered bed.



   Underpants Amy - Days 20 & 21

   May 20, Sunday

   Chapter 75 - Penthouse Posing in the Playground

   Amy opened her eyes and saw that the clock showed 5:55 AM.  She had not
slept very well at all, because she had known that she would have to get up
early and because she was concerned about what challenges she would have to
face today.  It seemed that the days were becoming more and more
challenging as graduation day approached, and she feared that today would
be more of the same. She lay there for a couple of minutes and then reached
over and turned off her alarm clock so that it wouldn't wake up Linda. 
Then, she remembered the alarm on the cell phone.  Linda had shown her how
to turn it off once it started ringing, but she hadn't shown Amy how to
cancel the alarm so that it wouldn't go off.  Amy browsed the menus for a
minute or so looking, but she couldn't find the alarm clock options.  So,
at 5:59, she buried the phone between her bare breasts and scooted out into
the hallway closing the door behind her.  As she stood there waiting for
the alarm to go off, her next door neighbor, Jennifer Grafton, in her Union
Jack pajamas stepped out into the hallway.  They were both surprised to see
someone else up at this early hour, and as the alarm started ringing
faintly between her boobs, Amy said, "Hey, Jenn, good morning.  I'm just
trying to muffle this stupid alarm so that it doesn't wake up Linda."
Jennifer replied drowsily in her heavy British accent, "Oh, hi, Amy.  I'm
just making a quick trip to the loo, and then, I'm going back to bed.  See
ya." Amy reached between her bare breasts to feel around on the phone for a
button, and after a bit of fumbling, she found it and turned off the alarm.
Then, she quietly returned to her room, put the phone on Linda's desk,
grabbed her bathroom tote with washcloth, towel, and makeup supplies, and
she walked back out the door.  On the way to the bathroom, the naked girl
and Jennifer in her jammies nodded at each other as they passed in the
hall. She took a quick shower and then spent several minutes working on her
hair, which had taken a beating last night in the rain.  But the
conditioner did its job and her hair returned to its usual full shape. 
Finally, some lipstick and a touch of makeup on her cheeks, and Amy thought
she was ready for the embarrassing photoshoot. At 6:30, she consciously
remembered to use the stairway as she made her way to the dining hall,
which was just opening for breakfast.  As she walked in, she frowned when
she saw Kelly Stubbins sitting at the checkin desk.  It was usually just a
formality to get checked in, since by now all of the RA's doing dining room
duty knew all of the dorm residents by sight.  And so the naked girl just
nodded at Stubbins and started to walk on in.  But Stubbins held up her
hand and said, "Whoa, there, naked one.  Let's see some ID." Amy smiled at
this seeming joke and tried to ignore it by saying, "Good morning, Kelly,
you must have had a short night of sleep, too; I hope you slept better than
I did.  What are they serving in the mainline aisle this morning?" But
Stubbins repeated, "Where's your ID card?" Amy could now sense that the RA
was going to be a hard-ass this morning and said, "Oh, come on, Kelly.  No
one has asked me for a card the last 3 weeks.  You know who I am." Stubbins
said, "Well, this is crackdown day.  No ID, no breakfast." Amy began to
tear up and said, "But you didn't ask those guys just ahead of me for their
ID's.  And you know I'm not permitted to carry anything with me today."
Stubbins replied, "Well, those guys were cute, and they were kind of
flirting with me.  You're just a naked, stuck-up bitch.  And it's not my
problem if you're not allowed to carry a simple little piece of paper. 
Actually, I guess it's laminated plastic.  Oh, did they ever give you a new
one after you went all topless on us?  You really do have pretty boobs, and
they are as identifiable as your face and should be in your ID photo." Amy
said nothing, and Stubbins paused a moment before saying, "Go back and get
Hathaway to come with you and let her carry your ID." Amy was just about to
turn and go back to her room when Mrs.  Jefferson, the dining hall
director, came out from her nearby office and said, "Good morning, Amy,
please wait a moment.  Kelly, what's the problem here?  I saw you talking
with Amy, and you didn't look very happy." Stubbins's tone changed and she
said, "Umm, well, Suzuki here doesn't have her ID card with her.  And I
thought you said that we should check the cards carefully today to avoid
guests sneaking in for free meals.  So, I was just doing my job.  That's
all." Maria Jefferson was an elderly African American woman wearing her
usual kitchen attire with a clean white apron.  And she said sternly, "Miss
Stubbins, we all know who Amy is, and I think you're just giving her a hard
time.  So, check her off on the sheet and let her through.  Okay?" Stubbins
reluctantly did as the director said, but after Jefferson turned around,
Stubbins gave Amy a hard swat on her butt as the naked girl walked into the
serving area.  Jefferson heard the sound, but when she turned around, Amy
was already through the door rubbing her ass and Stubbins just weakly
smiled.  Jefferson glowered at the RA, and then returned to her office.
Sunday morning breakfast at the dining hall is not usually well attended,
and since most of the underclass students had already gone home for the
summer, today there were even fewer people there, and Amy was thankful for
that.  She grabbed a tray and then just got an omlette from the serving pan
along with her usual muffin, OJ, and coffee.  The only other people in the
eating area were the three guys that Stubbins had just let through.  They
just stared at the naked girl as she took a seat at a table on the opposite
side of the room.  Amy could sense that they wanted to talk with her, and
she wanted to avoid anything that would make her late.  So, she ate very
quickly, drinking only part of the hot coffee.  She hadn't finished the
muffin yet, and she was ready to eat it on the way back to the room.  But
she remembered the no-carrying rule, and so she quickly gulped it down
while seated at the table.  As the three guys continued to watch her, she
picked up her tray, put it on the conveyer belt, and left. Back in her
room, she tried to be very quiet to avoid waking up Linda.  But the
mortarboard was wrapped in crinkly paper, and Linda groggily opened her
eyes as Amy unwrapped the graduation hat.  Amy cringed and said, "I'm
sorry, Lindy, I was trying to be so quiet." Linda looked at her naked
friend and said, "Oh, that's okay.  I'll go back to sleep after you leave.
What are you unwrapping there anyway?" Amy said, "They want me to bring my
mortarboard, high heels, and a vibrator to the photoshoot.  And this cap
was wrapped up in this stupid noisy paper." Linda was awake now and said,
"Vibrator?  I didn't know that you even had one." And she added
sarcastically, "Where have you been hiding that little jewel?  I've been
through all of your drawers and I didn't see it." Amy gave her friend a
mock scowl and replied, "Yep, I keep it well hidden." Linda continued,
"Mortarboard and high heels along with the vibrator?  My, my, that sounds
like a sexy combination." Amy chuckled, but she blushed and said, "Yeah,
doesn't it?" Linda said seriously, "What time are you going to be back here
today?  I'll be sure to be here to let you in." Amy, "Probably not til
dinner.  6 o'clock or so.  Actually, now that I think about it, I need to
get this cap, these shoes, and the vibrator back here after the photo thing
which is supposed to end at 9 AM.  I wonder how I can do that and still
meet the groundskeeper guy.  Can you stay around here til 10 AM or so just
in case?" Linda smiled and said, "Sure, I may still be asleep.  But I'll be
here." Amy looked at the clock and said, "Thanks.  I gotta make a quick pit
stop and then meet Garoni downstairs.  I'll be right back to get these
things." After the quick trip to the toilet, Amy cleaned herself very well
"down there", since that very private part of her body would be in full
public view all day, and then, she returned to the room.  She smiled when
she heard Linda snoring loudly as she quietly grabbed the three things and
hurried down to the lobby just before 7 o'clock to meet Garoni. She
struggled with the mortarboard under one arm, the vibrator and small towel
under the other, and the shoes dangling from her left hand; the tube of
lubricant was stuck in one of the shoes.  As she opened the front dorm door
with her right hand being careful not to drop the graduation cap, she saw
Garoni look at his watch, but she was also surprised how cold it was
outside, and she felt her nipples immediately harden up.  She smiled at the
assembled photographers, but she noticed that they weren't looking at her
face or her erect tits; they were all focused on her panty-less and
hair-less pussy. Garoni looked up and smiled back at her and said, "Good
morning, Amy.  How are you doing?  Hope the cool temps aren't too much for
you." Amy shook his hand and said, "Good morning, Vince.  Yeah, it's cold,
but I'll be okay." Garoni then glanced down at her pussy again and said,
"Umm, I notice some changes down here.  Where are your panties?" Amy
blushed and replied, "Oh, dear, I guess Dr.  Knoxx didn't tell you.  I'm
not allowed to wear panties until noon tomorrow; total nudity til
graduation.  So, sorry, but you can't use panties in today's shots." He
said, "But I see you carrying the mortarboard, shoes, and vibrator.  Are
you allowed to wear those today?  I sure hope so." "Yeah, there's a limited
list of things that I can wear or even carry with me, and the Discipline
Committee permitted these." Garoni asked tentatively, "And, umm, the pubic
hair?  What happened there?" Amy explained that it was shaved before the
bodypainting yesterday, and Garoni said, "Well, that's actually too bad
from a photographic point of view, because that little strip you had
certainly added visual interest; it kind of pulled the eye down to your
pussy lips.  I'm sorry that it's gone." Amy chuckled and said, "Well,
you're not half sorry as I am about it." Garoni looked at her struggling to
keep the mortarboard from falling out from under her right arm, and he
said, "Amy, are you okay carrying all that stuff?  I've got an extra
equipment bag here that's almost empty.  I can empty it completely and let
you put your things in it.  Are you allowed to carry a bag like this?" Amy
started to say, "Sure, and t-thank . . .", but she hesitated as she looked
at the good sized bag.  And she went on, "Actually, now that I think about
it, I don't think it's permitted.  Chancellor Knoxx didn't say anything
about bags." And then she let out a little gasp as she realized that this
equipment bag was about the same size as her bathroom tote bag that she had
carried down the hall to the bathroom.  She knew that she had accidentally
violated the no-carry rule.  But she relaxed a bit when she realized that
only Jenn Grafton had seen her with that bag, and Jenn certainly wasn't one
of Knoxx's spies, and besides Jenn was half asleep as the two of them had
passed each other in the hallway. Garoni noticed her gasp and said, "Amy,
what is it?  Did you forget something?" Amy replied, "Actually, I just
realized I made a mistake, but it's too late now to do anything about it."
Garoni said, "Well, okay, but if we can help, let us know.  For example,
how about if one of us carries the bag with your things in it?  Is that
permitted?" Amy smiled at the friendly man and said, "Yeah, that's okay. 
And I would really appreciate it." And Garoni quickly emptied the contents
of the bag into his car trunk, and then Amy dropped the graduation cap,
vibrator, towel, lubricant, and the high heels into the bag.  Garoni handed
it to Sidney and said, "Sid, we'll trade this off amongst all of us this
morning, but could you please carry it for now?" Sidney nodded and took the
bag. Garoni continued, "Now, about today's shoot.  First, we're going to
drive over to the other side of campus and take some pix around the main
entrance with the nicely designed Bancroft sign.  Then, Dr.  Knoxx asked us
to go to the day care center playground and do some shots there.  Since
it's Sunday morning, there won't be anyone there.  And then we'll walk on
over to the maintenance plant where Mr.  Thorson will be waiting for you.
Does that sound okay?" Amy wanted to say, "Of course not.  I'd rather be
sleeping under warm covers in my bed." But aloud she said, "Umm, actually,
Vince.  There are a couple of things.  Another punishment that Dr.  Knoxx
imposed yesterday was that I cannot ride in motor vehicles.  So, I've got
to walk over to the main campus entrance.  The other thing is related to
that bag of stuff.  Since I can't carry it around the rest of the day,
could you please bring it back here to the dorm when we're done?  Ask them
at the desk to call my roommate, Linda Hathaway, in room 423, and she'll
come down and get it." Amy chuckled for a moment and went on, "She may
still be sawing logs at 9AM, but tell the desk guy to let it ring til she
answers." Garoni jotted down the room number and name, and then he replied,
"Oh, sure, Amy.  I'll drop off your things when we're done.  And as far as
walking to the other side of campus, that's okay, too.  We'll take some
photos along the way.  We'll just take a few fewer photos over there.  But
I really would like to get over there, because it would be a nice spot to
take some pictures of you in your outfit, so to speak." Amy blushed and
said, "Okay, I guess we better get going." Garoni continued, "Just a few
more things.  Are there any other things you can't do this morning?  We
know about the no-panties, no-carrying, and no-riding restrictions. 
Anything else we should know about?" "Well, I can't ride in an elevator,
either." "That shouldn't be an issue this morning.  Now, the rules for
today are the same as Wednesday, and the agreement that we signed is still
in effect.  We're using film rather than taking digital photos.  The
negatives will be kept in our photo lab, and the only printed copies will
be kept there also.  These pix will not be converted to electronic form,
and so, they will never show up on the internet.  But these are going to be
explicit pictures, and you will do the poses that we ask you to do. 
Agreed?" And he reached out his hand to her. Amy's eyes teared up as she
shook his hand and said, "Yes, Vince, I agree.  Thanks." Garoni said,
"Okay, you know everyone else here.  There are only 9 of us this morning.
Hal, Stu, Felix, and William have already left for the summer." Amy smiled
and nodded at the other 8 photographers.  Garoni went on, "We're going to
go over to the lab right after we get done and spend a few hours developing
these pictures.  Chancellor Knoxx asked me to bring a representative
collection of them to the 5 o'clock meeting this afternoon." Amy just
blushed slightly and nodded.  Garoni went on, "Okay, let's get going.  Amy,
since you live over here, why don't you lead the way to the heart of
campus, and then we'll meander on over to the main gate from there?" Amy
pointed to the sidewalk that was her usual route to the quad, and the group
set off.  The sun had risen, but it was still low in the sky, and the
photographers knew that they had to take advantage of the special morning
sunlight fairly soon.  And so, not far from the dorm, Roberto said, "Hey,
I'd like to shoot her on that bench bathed in this neat orange glow.  Sid,
can you get the vibrator out for her?" Amy took the vibrator that was
handed to her and sat down on the metal bench; she shivered as her bare ass
and back touched the cold metal bars.  She was facing east with the rising
sun in her face, and Roberto had her sit on the front edge of the bench and
lean back so that her entire front was bathed in the glowing sunlight. Amy
positioned her butt at the edge of the seat and spread lubricant on the
long tapered silicone tube.  Amy had three different vibrators, and this
was her favorite, because it was soft and smooth.  Her other two vibrators
were phallic shaped, one of them had a scrotum at the base; they were okay,
but she just liked this smooth, 8-inch, pink one.  As the group watched,
she spread her legs and then using her fingers spread her pussy lips and
shoved in the vibrator as far as it would go.  But Roberto said, "Umm, Amy,
could you bring it part way out?  Maybe halfway?  I'd like the pink color
to be clearly showing.  Okay?" Amy blushed some more and made the
adjustment. Among the many embarrassing things that had happened to her in
the last 3 weeks, this was pretty close to the top of the most embarrassing
list.  Using a vibrator had always been a very intimate, private event. 
She didn't even talk about it with her very best friend, Linda, or with her
mother, with whom she had confided some other personal sexual things.  The
only times she had ever used one in front of another person was twice with
her ex-boyfriend, Josh, when she let him watch her use this pink vibrator
as foreplay to a lovemaking session.  But those were the only times that
someone had watched.  And now she was doing it outdoors in public! Roberto
continued, "Okay, close your legs a little bit, and then turn it on.  But
leave your hand on the end.  Good.  Okay, gang, shoot away." Amy sat there
with her mouth open and eyes partially shut as she experienced the
pleasurable pulsation in her pussy.  Through her daze, she glanced down at
her erect tits and then further down to the pink plastic protruding from
her pussy.  She was only vaguely aware of Jackie saying to her, "Hold that
pose a little bit longer, Amy.  I'm going to slide on your high heels and
your mortarboard." Amy remained in her almost reclined position as Jackie
worked her feet into the shoes and adjusted the cap on her head. For a
couple of minutes, the group clicked away with their cameras pointed at the
aroused naked girl from many different angles. Amy was still in a haze when
she felt Garoni tapping her on her shoulder saying, "Amy, earth to Amy. 
That's good; you can turn it off now." And Amy shook her head to try to get
back to normal, and she turned off the vibrator and slid it out of her
pussy. Gregg helped her to her feet, and she wobbled a bit in the high
heeled shoes.  He said, "Okay, Amy.  See the neat orangish red in the
clouds there to the east?  I want you to look and point at it with your
right hand, and I'm going to shoot you from behind; I'll be down low on
your left.  I'll be able to get the pretty clouds and your pretty left
breast in kind of a profile all in the same picture.  Okay?" Amy was still
in a bit of a stupor, but she followed his instructions and let him make
appropriate adjustments to her head and arms.  She held the pose for a
minute or so as he and the others took several photos.  Then, Gregg said,
"Good, Amy.  Now, point with your left hand instead, and I'll be able to
get your pointy nipple and your pointing finger in a close-up." Amy
blushed, but did as he asked. After another minute or so, Garoni said,
"Okay, let's get moving again.  Amy, keep the shoes and cap on; hold the
vibrator in your left hand.  And we'll take some pictures as we're walking
along." Amy took a few hesitant steps to get used to walking in the shoes,
and then she started down the sidewalk in a confident jaunt with the
photogs off to the sides clicking away.  This went on for a few hundred
yards until Garoni said, "All right, Amy.  Those were great.  But we need
to move faster; so, take off the shoes and carry them.  Or give them to
Angela to put in the bag." Amy slipped off the shoes and dropped them into
the bag along with the vibrator; she kept the cap on as the group picked up
the pace.  The naked girl led the way along the familiar path to the campus
quad area. At the quad, Jerry had her pose leaning against the statue of
the university's founder with the vibrator inserted almost all the way into
her vagina.  There was a striking contrast between the naked young woman in
high heels and a graduation cap and the stern looking sculpture of the
elderly Samuel Bancroft.  There were a few people milling around the quad
and they came over to watch the intriguing photoshoot. They only did that
one pose in the quad, and Garoni moved them along quickly.  The main
entrance was only a short walk down the campus's main sidewalk.  As they
arrived at the distinctive sign at the main entrance, Amy sighed as she
remembered being in this exact spot two weeks ago having her picture taken
for the foundation's "In the BUF" campaign brochure.  Garoni gathered the
group and said, "Amy, we had a whole bunch of photos planned for this spot,
but since we don't have as much time here, we're only going to do two
poses. First, we want you to put on the shoes and mortarboard, and then sit
down at the base of the sign; knees up and legs wide spread.  Use the tip
of the vibrator to sort of tickle your clit.  Okay?" Amy blushed, nodded,
and said nothing as she took her position.  Stimulating her clitoris with
the vibrator caused her to moan and lean her head back against the concrete
sign; her long hair bunched up against the last few letters of "Bancroft
University" blocking them out, but the location of the photo would still be
obvious.  The group of photographers formed a semi-circle in front of the
naked girl and took a bunch of shots. Garoni gave Amy only a brief moment
to gather her wits and he said, "Okay, Angela.  You wanted to do something
special here." Angela helped Amy to her feet and said to her, "Umm, Amy,
I'm going to push the envelope a little bit here.  The pose that I'm going
to have you do is kind of at the edge of being too explicit.  I apologize
in advance, but it will give us good practice today.  Please put your cap
and shoes in the bag and hand me the vibrator." The naked girl did as
instructed, and then she gritted her teeth and clenched her fists as Angela
led her gently by the elbow across the damp pavement to a spot in front of
the famous sign.  There were still puddles of water from last night's rain,
and Angela pointed to a fairly large shallow puddle and said, "Amy, I want
you to lie down here on your back with your butt in the middle of this
puddle.  But lie down in a way that your head is over this dry spot. 
Okay?" Amy didn't like the sound of this, but she just nodded and sat down
in the puddle with her bare ass in about an inch of water.  She shivered
and brought her arms briefly together under her breasts, but then she
reluctantly lay down on the sidewalk and stretched out her legs.  Now, most
of her back and legs were also in the puddle, but her head was resting on
dry concrete.  She tentatively looked up at Angela waiting for the next
order. Angela looked down at Amy's gorgeous naked body and said, "Good
girl." Amy cringed at the remark, because once again she felt that she was
being treated like an animal.  It was as if Angela was telling her golden
retriever to lie down on the ground.  But Angela went on, "Now, I want you
to spread your arms and legs wide apart so that you're in kind of an X
formation." Amy meekly complied, and Angela made some adjustments to her
legs so that her feet were turned out opening up her pussy a little bit
more.  Angela also spread out Amy's long hair on the dry part of the
sidewalk around Amy's head. Again, Angela said, "Good girl", bothering Amy
for a second time, but Amy could tell that Angela wasn't finished yet, and
she girded herself for what Angela was about to say.  And Angela went on,
"Now, I'm going to have four guys hold down your arms and legs.  I want
guys with heavy male-looking hands maybe with some hair on their arms,
because that's the only part of them that will be in the photos.  Bob and
Sylvester fit the bill and will hold your legs.  And we've attracted quite
a crowd of onlookers, and I've picked out two guys to hold down your arms.
Okay, all four of you guys, take your positions.  Hold down her wrists and
ankles.  And of course, Amy, you should not move a muscle." The guys knelt
down in their assigned positions, and Amy flinched as their hands touched
her. But Angela was still not done, and she said, "And finally, I want a
pair of pretty female hands shoving the vibrator into your pussy.  Jackie
has nice long fingers with dark pink nail polish that will go well with
your pink vibrator.  Then, the rest of us will be shooting you from various
angles." She turned to the other photogs and said, "Remember guys, the only
things I want in the photos are this beautiful girl, the 5 pairs of hands,
the puddle of water, and if you can get it, that distinguished Bancroft
sign.  All right, Jackie, here's the vibrator; get in place.  Be sure to
turn it on once you get it inside of her." Jackie was a nice looking
brunette, and she knelt down in the puddle about a foot from Amy's waist.
She reached in to spread Amy's pussy lips with her left hand, and then she
slowly slid the vibrator into Amy's damp pussy.  She moved her left hand to
Amy's tummy, actually just below the belly button, spreading out her
fingers to make sure that the painted nails were prominently visible in the
photos. Amy shifted her hips a tiny bit in the shallow puddle as the
vibrator went in about halfway.  And then she let out a loud moan when
Jackie flipped the switch to turn it on.  Amy started writhing a little bit
twisting her head back and forth, and Angela chastised her, "Hold still,
girl.  You're messing up your hair." And Angela knelt down near the top of
Amy's head, re-arranged her hair, put her hands on Amy's face near her
ears, and repeated, "Please hold still." Then Angela gave Amy's nipples a
gentle twist as if it were possible to get them any more erect than they
already were.  Amy did her best to stay motionless, but it was difficult
with the vibrator buzzing away in her pussy. The photographers took several
positions around the laid out naked girl; Angela even climbed up on top of
a nearby four foot high wall for a more elevated perspective of the pose.
And for the next couple of minutes, they took many photos of the naked,
wet, cold, constrained, aroused, and highly embarrassed Amy. The crowd of
onlookers was growing bigger as some early churchgoers stopped to join the
group.  Most of them just stood there in open-mouthed amazement at the
erotic sight, but several of them stomped away in disgust. Finally, Angela
hopped down from her perch on the wall, waved her arms, and yelled, "Okay,
everyone, that's all for this pose.  Thanks to all of you." Amy let out a
moan as the vibrator was pulled out, and then she grabbed Angela's
outstretched hand and pulled herself to her feet.  Angela put her hands on
Amy's shoulders and said, "And especial thanks to you, Amy.  That was
great. But your backside is a mess." Angela grabbed a towel and gently
wiped off Amy's entire back, butt, and legs.  Amy flinched when Angela
spread her butt cheeks to clean in there, and she flinched again when
Angela gave the towel a quick wipe through her entire crease, front and
back.  Then, Angela gave Amy a hug, and Amy limply returned it. Garoni came
up with the bag and said, "Yeah, Amy, thanks from the rest of us.  I know
that was at the edge of decency, but you did great." He turned and said to
the group, "Okay, gang, let's get on over to the playground." The naked
girl took a few uneasy steps and then fell in behind the others as they
started walking back toward the quad where they turned east towards the day
care center.  As they were walking, Jerry started talking idly to Amy about
her final exams, and he asked her, "How did you do on the finals?  Get the
grades you expected?" Amy replied, "Umm, actually, I don't know.  I just
haven't had time to sit down at the computer and look it up." Jerry
answered, "Oh, why don't we do that with my phone while we're walking?  I
can bring up the university's web site and you can login." Amy nodded her
agreement, and a moment later he had the login screen on his phone.  He
reached out the phone to hand it to Amy as they walked, but Amy stopped and
said, "Oh god, no." Jerry gave her a puzzled look and said, "What's wrong,
Amy?" Amy stammered, "I'm n-not allowed to c-c-carry a phone." She had just
realized that she had carried Linda's phone out into the hallway this
morning.  As with the bathroom tote bag, her neighbor, Jennifer Grafton,
had seen Amy with the phone.  But now all that Amy could do about it was to
hope that Jenn hadn't noticed. Jerry was still puzzled by her reaction, but
he said, "I understand.  So, why don't I just hold the phone while you
enter your ID and password?" The nude girl smiled hesitantly and replied,
"Yeah, I guess that will work." And they paused as Amy tapped in her ID and
password on the tiny keyboard.  She said, "Okay, go ahead and bring up my
exam grades.  I don't care if you see them." He soon had them on the screen
and he showed it to Amy, who frowned.  As she feared, she'd gotten a C on
the psych test, and she was surprised to see a C for the Formal Logic exam
as well.  She had thought she had done better than that, and she sighed,
"Okay, bring up my final grades.  I'm afraid that I'm not going to like
what I see, but I've got to know sooner or later." A moment later, he
showed her the screen with her grades for this term.  They were all A's
except for a B- in Psychology and a C+ in Formal Logic.  When she saw the
C+, she gasped and said, "Oh, no.  That's going to hurt.  Can you find my
final GPA?" He replied, "Uh, okay, in a moment.  But what is this little
lower-case 'd' in parens next to the grades?  Let me get to the GPA screen
and maybe there will be an explanation." A moment later, he showed her the
GPA.  It was 3.46, and her heart sank.  She needed a 3.5 to graduate with
honors, and she had just missed.  Probably the psych and logic grades had
done her in.  She said quietly, "Oh dear, I just missed a 3.5." Jerry said,
"Oh, sorry about that.  But there's a little 'd' next to that 3.46 number
as well.  Let me figure out what that means." And they continued to walk as
he scanned through the transcript web pages.  Finally, he said, "Oh, here
it is.  The 'd' means 'pending disciplinary review'.  Is that related to
your streaking punishment?" Amy was stunned and stammered again, "Umm, uh,
I g-g-guess so." But she was thinking to herself, "And so that asshole
Knoxx is holding up my final grades until the very last moment.  And is
that stupid 'd' designation and explanation going to show up on my final
transcript, which will be sent to my new employer?  And what about my
diploma?  Is he going to put some permanent blemish on it, too?  I'd hoped
that this naked nightmare would be permanently behind me tomorrow, but now
I'm not so sure.  It's already cost me graduating Cum Laude, but oh god, I
hope like hell that it's not going to cost me everything else." Jerry said,
"Well, sorry about that, too.  I'm going to go ahead and logout.  Okay?"
Amy just nodded and fell into a silent funk as the group continued to walk
to the playground. At the playground, Amy was relieved to see that there
really wasn't anyone else there.  And Garoni said, "Okay, we've got time
for two poses here.  Sylvester, you told me that you had an idea here?"
Sylvester said, "Yep, I do.  Amy, please come over to this little swing. 
See if you can fit your butt into that small seat." As the naked girl
approached the tiny bucket seat, Garoni held up his hand and said, "Let me
check these ropes to make sure they're strong enough." After a moment, he
said, "Yeah, here's the tag.  Up to 150 pounds.  You're less than that,
right, Amy?" The naked girl nodded and merely said, "One ten." Garoni said,
"Okay, give it a whirl, but I don't know if you're going to fit." Amy
blushed as she put her butt just above the bucket seat and grabbed the
heavy vinyl ropes.  She eased her bottom down into the little seat, but she
shook her head and said, "It's not going to work.  I can't go any further
and I don't feel the base of the seat touching my butt." Sylvester said,
"Well, hold it there for a moment and we'll take a few photos anyway.  I'd
like to get the vibrator in between your legs, but that's not going to work
on this seat.  Hold your hands up a little higher on the ropes so your
boobs are showing more." Amy sighed and followed his instructions. After
the group took a few pictures, Sylvester said, "Well, that didn't work very
well.  But there's a bigger swing over there with a bigger seat.  Amy,
let's try that, and maybe we can work the vibrator in on this one." Amy
blushed again as she wiggled out of the tiny seat and walked over to the
bigger swing set.  The seat here was almost flat and there was no back on
the seat.  She sat down on the swing and Sylvester said, "Good, that seems
to be better.  Here's the vibrator.  Spread your legs as much as you can
and try to get it into your vagina.  Maybe you'll need to scoot a bit
forward in the seat." As Jackie held the ropes to steady the swing, Amy
used both hands to fumble around working the vibrator about halfway into
her pussy and flipped the little switch to turn it on. Amy held the base of
the vibrator with her right hand and the swing rope with her left hand. 
She allowed the swing to sway very slowly as the group took their pictures.
After they finished, Amy slid out the vibrator and started to stand up, but
Sylvester said, "Hang on, Amy.  We're not done here yet.  I'd like you to
slide way back on the swing seat and work the vibrator into your anus. 
We'll take some pictures from behind as you're doing that." Amy let out a
gasp, but she worked her butt back so that it overhung the back of the
seat. Again, Jackie held the ropes to keep the swing steady as Amy tried to
work the vibrator into her rear opening.  After several attempts, she shook
her head and said, "Sorry, I can't get it in back there." Sylvester looked
at Angela and said, "Ange, can you help her?" And Angela came up behind
Amy, and as Amy held onto the ropes, Angela spread the naked butt cheeks
and worked the lubricated vibrator into Amy's ass.  Angela said, "Okay,
it's part way in, but for safety sake, I don't think we should leave it
there very long.  Hold still, Amy, and we'll quickly take some pictures
back here." Amy was blushing a beet red now as she displayed her butt and
the vibrator for the photographers. At Sylvester's signal, Angela slipped
the vibrator out and Amy stood up, but she held onto the swing ropes for a
minute to help her regain her composure after the shaming pose.  Angela
used the towel and some cleaning gel to wipe off the vibrator before
handing it back to Amy. It was now Bob's turn, and he said, "Okay, Amy, I
guess this is going to be the last pose of the day.  I want you over there
next to that little jungle gym.  I want you to kind of stand there next to
it, maybe with your butt resting on one of the horizontal bars.  And, of
course, we'll use the vibrator here, too." The pretty nude walked over to
the jungle gym which had reddish brown bars running both horizontally and
vertically.  Bob pointed to a bar about 30 inches above the sandy floor and
said, "Yeah, there's a good spot.  Why don't you kind of sit on that bar,
spread your legs, and slide in the vibrator?" Amy followed the instructions
and then let him make final adjustments to her arms and legs.  Just as she
was about to turn on the vibrator, she heard a young voice say, "Mommy, why
doesn't that lady have any clothes on?" The group of photographers was
mostly blocking Amy's view, but as they all turned to look, Amy was able to
see a mother and a young girl coming into the playground.  Amy guessed the
girl to be about 6 years old. Garoni quickly said to his group, "Guys, stay
where you are to kind of shield Amy." But the little girl pulled away from
her mother and ran up close to the sandy pit around the monkey bars.  Just
at the moment, Amy pulled the vibrator out of her pussy and stared at the
girl. The girl looked back at her mother who was coming up to join her and
said, "Mommy, why did she have that pink stick in her wee-wee?" The mother
glared at Amy but quietly said to her daughter, "Because she's not a very
nice lady.  Honey, I think we should go." But the little girl persisted,
"And she doesn't have any hair on her wee-wee like you do.  You told me
that I'd grow hair there when I get to be a big girl.  Why doesn't this
lady have hair?" The mother opened her mouth and was about to say something
when the little girl went on, "And look at her milk jugs.  They're much
bigger than yours that you use to feed Baby Joey.  I want big ones like
those when I grow up." The mother blushed, bent down to her little girl,
and said, "Sweetie, let's go for a little walk, and I'll explain some
things as we go." She stared daggers at Amy and said to her daughter,
"We'll come back after these naughty people leave." As the mother and young
girl left the playground, Amy and the photographers stood there in silence.
Tears welled up in Amy's eyes as the impact of what had just transpired
sunk in.  It was just wrong that this young child had seen Amy here; Amy
knew that the young girl would probably remember this encounter for years
to come. After a moment, Garoni said quietly, "Amy, I'm very sorry about
that.  I was certain that we'd have the place to ourselves.  I'm so, so
sorry." He paused for a moment and went on, "Okay, gang.  I think that will
about do it for today.  Let's head on over to the physical plant.  You guys
can take some photos along the way, if you want." It was about a 10 minute
walk to the physical plant, and the club members asked Amy to stop a couple
of times for some last minute photos in her high heels and mortarboard. As
they approached the big door of the maintenance building, Garoni said,
"Right on time.  It's just before 9.  Amy, again, we all thank you for
these opportunities to shoot you.  It will help us be better photographers.
I'll make sure that your things are given to your roommate." And with that,
the naked girl shook hands and said goodbye to all of them. She turned,
took a deep breath, and walked into the building.

   Chapter 76 - Beautiful Bare Body and the Bulletin Boards

   As naked Amy stepped through the door, she was surprised by the spooky
feel to the place.  Even though it was Sunday morning, she expected at
least some activity.  But except for one emergency exit light above the
door she had just come through, there were no other lights on in the
hallway.  She called out, "Hello?  Mr.  Thorson?" No answer.  So, she
yelled as loud as she could, "Hello.  Is anyone here?" Again, no answer.
But since Vince Garoni had just said that it was 9 AM, she knew that she
wasn't late.  And from her previous visits, she knew where to go.  And so
she tentatively walked down the dimly lit hallway and opened the door to
the big work room.  There was more light in here than the hallway because
of a few windows, and she easily made her way over to Mr.  Thorson's desk.
And as she had done before, she just planted her naked self in front of his
desk and waited apprehensively. She breathed a sigh of relief when a minute
later, she heard a door open and a few seconds later, all of the lights in
the work room came on.  She expected to see Thorson appear with his cane,
but instead, she was surprised to see a strange man walk into the room and
over to Thorson's desk.  The naked girl continued to hold herself at
attention as if she were in the military.  Without saying a word, the man
took off his coat and sat down in the chair next to the desk.  Amy
continued her straight ahead stare, but she could feel the man's eyes
scanning her naked body up and down from his somewhat side view of her.
Finally, he got out of the chair and came over to her and smiled, "Hello,
Amy, I'm Marvin Conrad." As they shook hands, he continued, "Sorry, I just
couldn't resist giving you the silent treatment.  Just a little joke." Amy
responded with a nervous chuckle and said, "That's okay." He went on, "I'm
Mr.  Thorson's assistant.  I guess you could call me second in charge, and
we're going to be working together today." Amy was surprised that this
young looking guy was the number two man, and he kind of read her mind and
he continued, "You're probably thinking that I look pretty young to be in
charge, but I've always had this baby face.  I'm actually 29 years old, and
I've been working with Edgar for 8 years now." Amy blushed and admitted,
"Yeah, I was wondering about that.  Do you go by Marv?" But Conrad gave her
a stern look and said, "Amy, I'll ask you to use 'Mr.  Conrad'.  Okay?" Amy
looked at him and sheepishly said, "Yes, Mr.  Conrad.  Sorry for being too
familiar." Conrad gave her a curt nod and said, "Okay.  Now, today, I see
that I've got you til noon.  Actually, it's going to be til 11:30 when
you'll head back here to clean up and I'll feed you a quick lunch before
you head off on your jaunt to the other side of town.  I'll make certain
that you're out of here by noon at the latest." Amy smiled at him and said,
"Thanks, Mr.  Conrad." Conrad went on, "You know those notices you posted
around campus almost 3 weeks ago?  Well, today's project will be just the
opposite.  I want you to take them down, since school is over for the year.
Since it's a lot easier to take them down than it was to put them up,
you'll have plenty of time.  So, I'd also like you to sort of clean up the
bulletin boards while you're there taking down the notices.  You'll see a
lot of staples, masking tape, and torn scraps of paper on the boards, and I
want you to remove all of that stuff.  We ask students to use push pins on
the boards, but not everybody does.  Also, please remove the obvious
out-of-date stuff that's still on the boards.  If there is any question in
your mind about a notice, just leave it posted.  Any questions?" Amy
gulped, because this sounded like a huge job; a lot more than two and half
hours.  She thought back to that cold morning when she had put up most of
those notices.  It had taken her over two hours, and she hadn't finished.
She had to spend another hour or so in the afternoon finishing that job.
She said, "Umm, Mr.  Conrad, I'm not sure two and half hours, or even less
than that now, is enough time.  I think it took me over three hours to put
them up." Then she smiled and went on, "But I'll give it the good old
college try." Conrad kept the stern look on his face and replied, "Yes, I'm
aware of that.  So, I'm prepared to help.  I'm going to do the boards that
have a glass door and require a key.  You'll do all of the others.  I don't
know the exact number, but it should be doable if you hurry.  Okay?" Amy
wasn't so sure, but she just nodded. Conrad pulled a campus map out of the
desk drawer and said, "Now, let's get started.  Here's a map showing where
the open bulletin boards are located.  They're shown with red push pin
symbols; the green ones are the ones that I'll do." And from under the
desk, he pulled a little tool box and a plastic trash bag.  He put the box
on the desk and opened it to show her what was inside.  "Here are the tools
that you'll need.  A few types of pliers, some screwdrivers, a little
hammer, and a utility knife.  Use whatever you need.  Put the trash in the
bag, and then empty it if it gets full.  There are lots of trashcans around
campus; many of them near the bulletin boards.  So, go to it.  And be back
here at 11:30.  Any last questions?" Amy said, "Umm, actually, a couple of
things.  Chancellor Knoxx prohibited me from carrying unapproved things
today.  Are all of these tools and this bag okay?  Also, . . ." But Conrad
interrupted, "Yes, Amy, I talked with Dr.  Knoxx just before I got here
this morning, and he reluctantly agreed that they are okay.  He really
didn't want me to give you all these tools; he thought a single pair of
pliers would be sufficient.  Nor did he think a trash bag was necessary.  I
had to persuade him that you would really need these things.  What else?"
Amy glanced down at the toolbox and said, "Thanks for getting the extra
tools.  Umm, is there a watch or a clock in there?  I'm not allowed to wear
one today.  How will I keep track of time?" Conrad gave her a stern look
and said, "No, there is no timepiece in there, and Dr.  Knoxx did not
explicitly say that I could lend you one.  So, you'll have to figure out
that problem for yourself.  There are some outdoor clocks around campus. 
Or you could ask a passerby." Amy's face fell and she just quietly said,
"Okay." She wanted to press the point, because it was important to her. 
But she knew that would risk a non-cooperation violation. Conrad closed up
the toolbox, handed it plus the trash bag to her, and said, "See you at
11:30." The naked girl took the box and walked back outside.  She sighed
heavily and then studied the map for a minute or so.  The red marks were
scattered all over campus.  She decided to walk somewhat north out to the
edge doing a few boards along the way and then work her way around the
campus and back in to the maintenance building.  This was going to be very
embarrassing for her, because she would be all alone; there wouldn't be a
group of friendly photographers accompanying her for this.  But she took a
deep breath and headed out at a brisk pace, almost jogging, but not quite.
The first board was only a hundred feet or so from the building, and she
stopped at it.  She immediately saw the notice about her punishment, and
she pulled it down and re-read it.  She thought, "Oh, how I wish I could
have those underpants today!  Even a tiny bit of covering would have been
nice today." But she balled it up and tossed it in the trash bag.  Then,
she looked over the board and saw several notices for events that had
already happened; she tore those down, tossed them in the bag, and moved
the push pins to the corner of the board.  Next, she saw the staples that
Conrad was referring to.  There were perhaps 20 of them.  She tried to use
her fingernails to pry out one of them, but it was buried a bit beneath the
surface, and she realized that technique wouldn't work.  So, she opened the
toolbox and picked out a pair of needle nose pliers, and she smiled when
she found that the tool worked very well.  She had to stand on tiptoes to
reach some staples near the top of the board; she glanced around to see if
anyone was watching her stretch out her naked body like this, but no one
was around.  And she pulled off a few bits of masking tape and their
attached bits of paper and tossed them into the bag along with the staples.
When she finished, she stepped back to look over the cleaned up board, and
she was satisfied with how it looked.  And she was relieved how quickly the
task went, only a minute or two. She closed up the toolbox, but she left
the pliers out, because she decided to just carry them to save a few
precious seconds at the next board.  And she headed on down the path to the
next board where she repeated the procedure.  She noticed that one of the
posters advertised a department graduation luncheon for tomorrow, Monday,
and so she left it up.  But she was concerned, because it was put up with
staples rather than push pins.  So, she carefully removed the 4 staples and
replaced them with the 4 push pins from her punishment notice, but that
extra step took an extra minute.  She hoped that wouldn't happen again. But
at the very next board, the same poster was attached with staples.  She
decided that it would be too time consuming to replace the staples with
push pins for all of these, and she just left the poster as it was.  She
knew that she was taking a chance at another violation by doing this, but
the risk of running out of time was even bigger. As she walked along to the
next bulletin board, she noticed a group of three people coming the
opposite direction.  One was a student who Amy recognized, and the other
two must have been her parents.  As they got closer, she saw that they
stopped and were pointing at her while talking to their daughter.  Amy
quickly looked for a different path to take, but there wasn't one, and so,
she just walked on.  As she passed them, she said, "Hi, Beth" to the girl
who had been in some of her classes.  Amy didn't stop, Beth just nodded,
and her parents stared open mouthed at the totally nude girl.  The next
bulletin board was about a hundred feet farther down the walkway, and as
Amy put down the toolbox, she glanced back at the three.  They were still
staring at her, and Amy gave them a wane smile and a quick wave.  And then
she ignored them as she cleaned up the bulletin board.  But they continued
to look at her as she stretched and bent her naked body while working on
the board.  Amy was relieved when they didn't come up and say something to
her, and she finished up the board and continued along the path.  She
thought, "Oh, that was embarrassing.  And how many more times is that going
to happen today?" She continued north along this main sidewalk and did two
more kiosk-style bulletin boards.  And then she zigzagged back and forth
along some of the side pathways off this main artery doing boards near the
entrances to some of the buildings.  She met a few people along the way,
and mostly they seemed friendly, and a couple actually offered to help her,
but she declined.  But there was a group of three guys skateboarding who
stopped as she was working on a board, and they asked the now-oft-repeated
question, "Hey, Underpants Amy, what happened to your underpants?" Amy just
smiled at them and gave them a mocking wave as the skated off. Amy looked
down at her map, and she now realized that she really needed a pencil or
pen to mark off the boards that she had already done.  She squatted down
and looked in the toolbox.  No pencil.  But she was really lucky when she
looked under the bench of this kiosk bulletin board, and she spotted a
ballpoint pen on the ground back by the base.  She got down on her hands
and knees and poked her head under the bench and reached in to grab it.  As
she worked her way back out, she was surprised to hear some clapping behind
her.  A guy and a girl were applauding, and the guy said, "Wow, Amy, what a
delightful little show you just put on for us.  Nice little ass and cunt
you've got there." Amy blushed and was about to say something about the
pen, but the couple walked off. She used the pen to check off the boards
she had done, and then she dropped the pen in the toolbox.  But as she
stood up holding the box, she thought, "Uh oh, that pen was not on the
approved list of things I can carry." She really needed/wanted that pen,
but was it really worth the risk?  What happened if she ran into Conrad
nearby and he wanted to borrow a tool and he saw the pen and he told Knoxx?
That's a lot of ifs, but it was certainly possible.  But would it be enough
to expel her?  She already knew of one for-sure violation (i.e.  asking for
a ride to Gamma house yesterday) and she suspected a few others such as
leaving the keys in the truck, carrying the cell phone this morning, and
carrying the tote bag also this morning.  Plus she was pretty sure that
Knoxx would come up with some others.  And so, would putting a ballpoint
pen in the toolbox push her over the edge and deny her the diploma and
degree that she fervently desired?  After thinking through that list of
logical steps, she decided that carrying that pen around would be too much
of a risk, and she sighed as she reluctantly laid it down on the kiosk
bench and walked on to the next board.  She started to cry softly as she
thought about her precarious situation where a simple ballpoint pen might
make a huge difference in her future life. Amy cleaned off a few more
bulletin boards in the area, and then turned west along another major
pathway.  She turned to go up the steps of the agricultural building,
Stevens Hall, to do the board on the landing.  As she started up the steps,
she heard a little voice say, "Look, Mommy, look, look.  There's that
naughty lady again.  And she hasn't put on her clothes yet." Amy turned
quickly and saw the little girl and her mother from the playground staring
at her.  It as all that Amy could do to avoid bringing the toolbox up in
front of her pussy, but she held her hands and arms at her sides.  She
looked at the woman and started to say, "I'm s-sorry, ma'am, this is
p-p-part of my p--punish . . ." But the woman glared at Amy, grabbed her
daughter's hand, turned around, and hustled her daughter away.  But Amy
could see the little girl looking back at her naked body as the mother
dragged her along.  And once again, Amy started to cry as she walked up the
steps to the bulletin board. Amy did several more boards on the surrounding
buildings and kiosks, and then she headed toward the dormitory area along
Polk Ave where she knew there was a board in front of each dorm, including
her own, Blankenship Hall.  She did all of the dorm boards leaving
Blankenship to the end.  When she walked up to her own dorm, she ducked
into the lobby and looked at the clock over the front desk.  10:45 AM.  She
breathed a sigh of relief, because that meant she had lots of time to do
the remaining boards.  And she borrowed a pen from the desk clerk, and from
memory, she marked off the boards she had done on the map. Then she
returned to the front porch and started cleaning off the bulletin board
that she had looked at so many times over the last four years.  She had
never thought too much about the board until she had posted the notice
about her own punishment almost three weeks ago.  Each time she had passed
that bulletin board since then, she had been reminded about her stupid
behavior and her current nightmarish situation.  Today, she yanked down
that notice, crunched it up, and tossed it in her trash bag.  At that
moment, she then realized how fortunate she was that her parents wouldn't
see that embarrassing punishment notice about their own daughter either
here at her dorm or anywhere else on campus.  She smiled with relief as she
quickly cleaned up the rest of the board like she had done the others.  She
then emptied her bag of trash into the trashcan next to the door. As the
naked girl picked up her toolbox and trash bag, she heard someone say,
"Hey, Amy." It was her friend, Rekha Shah, who went on, "Good morning. 
Glad to see you up and about after last night.  A bunch of us are going
over to the union for brunch.  Want to come along?" Amy smiled at her good
friend and replied, "Hey, Rake.  Yeah, I've been up for a few hours now. 
Doing some more punishment time.  So, I'm sorry, but no, I can't join you,
even though I would love to." The two friends hugged and Rekha said, "Oh,
that's right.  More Knoxx stuff?" "Yeah, I'm doing grounds crew work this
morning.  Removing my punishment notices and cleaning up these bulletin
boards." Rekha sighed and said, "I remember asking you if you needed any
help putting up those notices.  You said you were required to do it alone.
I don't suppose he'd let me help you now." She chuckled and said
sarcastically, "We need to get your naked body off the street as soon as
possible." Amy laughed, "Yeah, Rake.  I'd sure like to have you help me get
off the street, too, but sorry, this job is all mine.  I earned it." Rekha
smiled at her naked friend, gave her another hug, and said, "Amy, I'm glad
you've kept your sense of humor through all of this.  So, will you be
around for lunch or dinner?" Amy replied seriously, "Not for lunch, but I
guess so for dinner.  Check with Linda about 6.  Okay?" Rekha said, "Okay.
And good luck the rest of the day.  See you later." And she walked back
into the lobby.  And naked Amy walked down the sidewalk and glanced up at
the window of her own room wondering if Linda were out of bed yet. For the
second time this morning, Amy made the naked trek along the familiar
pathway to the quad.  She stopped at the one kiosk-style bulletin board on
the path and quickly cleaned it off.  And then a detour to each side of the
path to do the boards at the entrances to two buildings. She was surprised
that she hadn't encountered anyone coming along the pathway to and from the
dorms.  But that changed when she got to the quad where there were she saw
20 or so people either walking the paths or sitting on benches.  No one had
seen her yet, but she knew that she had to do the dozen or so bulletin
boards in the area.  She surveyed the area and noticed that there was a
couple sitting on a bench right next to one of the boards and there was a
group of four people standing and sitting near another one; the four looked
like a graduating senior guy, his parents (who were seated), and a younger
girl, probably his sister.  She decided to attack the other boards first
hoping that the couple and the family would move on by the time she needed
to do those boards. The naked girl took a deep breath and walked up to the
nearest bulletin board.  As she was working on it, she noticed that the
nearby conversations had stopped, and she tentatively turned her head both
ways and saw that everyone was now looking at her.  As she continued to
work, she glanced again at the senior guy who seemed to be explaining
something to his parents as he pointed at her naked body.  She finished the
first board and then walked quickly over to the next board which was at the
entrance to Kameron.  The eyes of the family of four followed her. Amy
noticed that the couple who were sitting next to a board had left, and so
she scooted over to do that board while it was free.  Again the family just
watched her.  It took her only about 10 minutes to do that board plus all
the others in the quad area except for that one board next to where the
family still stood.  She knew that she couldn't put it off any longer, and
she picked up the toolbox, took another deep breath, and then walked
confidently up to the board only a few feet from the four people.  She
smiled at them and said, "Good morning, and please excuse me, but I need to
clean off this bulletin board.  Don't mind me; I'll be done in a jiffy."
Amy recognized the student, but she didn't know his name; she just gave him
a nod and he returned it as if to say that he understood the situation. 
The parents tried to continue their casual conversation on the bench, but
soon they stopped and just looked at her.  The younger girl looked to be 12
or 13 years old, and Amy overheard the girl whisper to her mother, "Why
doesn't she have pubic hair?" The mother said something inaudible.  Amy was
blushing brightly, and she really wanted to try to explain to the young
girl, but she knew that would take too long.  As she was finishing, she
spotted two staples near the top of the board that she couldn't reach from
the ground.  She continued to blush as she hopped up on the bench and
stretched out to get the staples; she could feel the eyes of the guy and
his father looking at her bare ass and flattened breasts only a few feet
away.  She got down from the bench, picked up the toolbox, and said quietly
to them, "I'm so sorry if I offended you.  But I'm done here, and I'll be
going.  Goodbye." She quickly scampered away as the tears welled up in her
eyes. Amy hurried down the path toward the main entrance where there were
two bulletin boards.  She wiped her eyes as best she could with her left
hand, and she saw that there was another collection of people around the
sign she had posed at a couple of hours ago.  But she knew she was in the
home stretch now; after these two boards, there were just a few left to do
on the path back to the physical plant. The totally nude girl sucked in a
deep breath of air and made her way through the gaping crowd to one of the
boards.  She glanced across the street and noticed that the Presbyterian
church seemed to be letting out after a morning service, and she suspected
that's where most of these people came from.  She ignored their stares and
quickly cleaned up the two bulletin boards.  She didn't say a word to any
of the people while she was there, and she left as fast as she could. After
doing the next board at the side campus entrance, she saw that the nearby
clock read 11:10AM.  She studied her map as saw only 4 more boards; it
should be no problem to get them done and return to the maintenance
building.  But then she noticed that next of those four boards was at the
day care center, and she thought about the two embarrassing encounters with
the young mother and child.  She hoped to avoid a third confrontation, but
she knew that she had to do that bulletin board. She hesitantly approached
the front entrance of the day care center and put her toolbox down in front
of the bulletin board.  She looked around and didn't see anybody; she even
leaned around the corner so she could see more of the playground - no one
in sight.  She let out a sigh of relief and started to work on the board.
But a moment later, she heard some running footsteps in the out-of-sight
part of the playground, and then the same little voice, "Oh, Mommy, there's
that bad lady again.  Why doesn't she put on her clothes?" Amy was stunned
as she looked over at the little girl peering at her through the chain link
fence, and then the mother appeared.  The mother glared at her with anger
in her eyes, and the mother said, "Are you following us?  Why do you keep
showing off your naked body to my child?  Get the hell out of here." Amy
could see tears forming in the mother's eyes, and the mother's tone
softened as she said, "Please, just leave." And now Amy started to cry as
well, and she quietly stuffed the last bit of trash into her bag, grabbed
her toolbox, and ran as fast as she could down the path.  A few hundred
feet down the path, she arrived at the next kiosk bulletin board.  She was
sobbing loudly as she quickly did this board.  She kind of regained her
composure, but even after wiping her eyes, she knew that it would be
obvious to anyone that she'd been crying. She hurried as she cleaned off
the last two boards, and then she sprinted to the physical plant.  The
digital clock just inside the door read 11:29AM, and she hurried back to
the big work room where Conrad was sitting at the desk looking at his
watch. Conrad looked at the naked girl whose pretty boobs were rising and
falling with each heavy breath.  He said, "Well, Amy, I'm glad to see that
you made it back on time - barely.  Are you okay?  Looks like you've been
crying.  Why?" Amy wanted to explain about the little girl, but she knew it
would be pointless, and she just said, "It's been stressful, and I've been
running the last few minutes to get here in time." Conrad just nodded and
said, "Okay.  Now, we need to get you cleaned up and fed before you leave.
Just toss the trash in this waste basket and leave the toolbox on the
desk." He stood up as Amy stuffed the trash bag into the bin.  He came
around next to her and said, "Come on", and he guided her by the elbow out
into the hallway. The naked young woman meekly allowed the man to guide her
through a door marked "Men".  Inside, she paused as he got a bar of soap, a
washcloth, and a shower cap from a cabinet.  He handed them to her and
said, "Here, you get started and I'll get some towels." As Amy slipped on
the shower cap, she wondered if Knoxx had approved it, but she didn't say
anything and walked into the big open shower area.  She turned on the water
and got in under the pleasant spray of warm water and started washing
herself.  A moment later, Conrad re-appeared and sat down on a bench to
watch her.  And Amy thought, "Yet another very private thing that I'm now
doing in front of a stranger." She just sighed and continued washing.  When
she finished, she walked over to Conrad to get the towel and she dried
herself off.  He handed her a comb and some makeup, and then he stood back
and watched as she fluffed up her hair and put on some lipstick and a bit
of cheek powder.  When she finished, the embarrassed girl handed the things
back to Conrad and stood there as he looked over her clean naked body.  Not
a word had been said during the entire time. Conrad opened the door and
said, "Come on.  Lunch time." And Amy sullenly followed him down the hall
to the meeting room where she had been introduced to workmen a couple of
weeks ago.  Today, she and Conrad were the only people there, and Conrad
said, "Have a seat at that table.  I'll get the sandwiches out of the
fridge." And moments later, he put two deli sandwiches and two Cokes on the
table, and then he pulled up a chair and sat down across from her. As she
started eating, Conrad asked her, "How did it go with the bulletin boards?"
Between bites, Amy answered, "Uh, okay, I guess.  They look good to me." He
went on, "And the staples?  You got all of them?" Amy replied, "Umm, yeah.
I used the needle nose pliers on most of them." Conrad continued, "Good. 
I've got a few more glass-enclosed boards to do.  I used some sharp tipped
pliers on the staples, too.  Did anyone hassle you about your nudity?" Amy
blushed and said, "Oh, a little bit, but I've kind of learned to live with
that the last few weeks." There was a bowl of bananas sitting on the table,
and Amy went on, "Can I have one of those?" Conrad pushed the bowl over to
her and said, "Sure.  You're going to need your strength this afternoon. 
Eat up." Amy wasn't sure exactly what this meant, but she munched on the
banana as the man silently watched her. A little before noon, Amy stood up
and asked, "Is it okay if I use the bathroom before I go?" He just nodded
and she plodded back down the hall to the restrooms.  She was glad to see
that the small ladies restroom was unlocked, and she enjoyed the couple of
minutes of privacy. Conrad was waiting for her in the hallway, and he said,
"Okay, Amy.  Thanks for your hard work this morning.  Now, let me look you
over before you set out for the park.  We want to make sure that you're
presentable, don't we?" The naked girl stood there as the man slowly
circled her looking over her body from all angles. He said, "Looks good."
They shook hands briefly and Amy walked back outside. She thought to
herself, "One more embarrassing activity down.  And now on to the next
one."

   Chapter 77 - Ponygirl

   Amy followed Dwight's advice and headed for the east side of the campus,
but she carefully avoided the day care center which was in that general
direction.  When she reached Clay Street which bordered the east edge of
campus, she hesitated, because from here on she would be in city
jurisdiction.  But she had no choice and she really hoped that Knoxx had
mentioned her nudity to the city police like Whiteside had said.  She
scooted across the quiet street and looked north and south trying to decide
which one of the east-west streets was a better choice.  After a moment,
she shrugged and continued straight onto Silver Avenue, which Dwight said
would run all the way east about 2 miles to the bike path along the river.
This was a nice residential neighborhood, probably having the homes of many
university staff members.  The naked girl made it through the first three
blocks without incident, but in the next block, a yapping dog, a brown
Cocker Spaniel, ran out from a front yard.  Amy tried to ignore it and just
continued on along the sidewalk, but the dog persisted.  And after a few
moments, a lady came running out of the house and yelled, "Coco, Coco, get
back here." The lady paused at the sidewalk when she saw Amy's naked form
walking in front of the barking dog.  But the lady hurried on and grabbed
the dog's collar and said to it, "Bad dog, bad dog." Amy had paused and
looked back, and the lady looked at the naked girl and said, "Oh, Amy, I'm
sorry about that.  Please continue.  I know that you have to get to Maple
Park, and I'm sorry my dog bothered you." Amy mumbled "Thanks, ma'am" and
continued on her way.  But she was surprised that the lady, a complete
stranger, had known her name and her destination.  She couldn't decide if
this was a good thing or a bad thing. But as Amy walked along the street,
she got to thinking, "Has anything good at all happened to me the last
three weeks?" She shook her head and thought of the many humiliating things
that she'd had to do.  The sum total was well beyond her original
expectations when she and Marriott had negotiated the punishment agreement
that allowed her to stay in school.  If someone had told her then what
would happen to her, she would have just packed up her stuff and gone home
three weeks ago. And yet, a smile came to her face as she thought about
Dwight.  If Knoxx hadn't forced her to be an almost naked usher at the
Mozart concert, she would never have encountered Dwight.  It had been the
most marvelous piece of good luck that they met that afternoon.  The movie
date and the wonderful lovemaking sessions that followed had been the
highlights of the last few weeks - in fact, they were the highlights of
this entire school year.  Then, she chuckled out loud as she thought, "What
if we get married and our children or grandchildren ask how we met?  Should
I say, 'Oh, I was usher at a classical music concert and I was wearing only
a pair of black panties'?  Yep, that's exactly what I should tell them!"
But she knew that she was getting well ahead of herself, because she had
only known him for a couple of weeks and because this three-week long
nightmare was still not quite over. There were a few catcalls and waves
from neighbors and from passing cars, but the rest of the walk through the
neighborhood to the bike path was uneventful.  When she got to the bike
path, she turned south and walked along the path for a few blocks without
meeting anyone coming either direction.  Then, she came to the famous
Crockett's Bridge which crossed the river.  The town had built up around
the bridge, and when the city was incorporated decades ago, it adopted the
name Crockett's Bridge as the name of the town.  The bridge itself was a
picturesque covered bridge with mostly open sides which had been converted
into a pedestrian-only bridge many years ago; pictures of it often showed
up in calendars featuring scenes of New England.  The naked girl felt a bit
self-conscious as she walked across the bridge; she turned to see if anyone
was watching, and she was surprised that no one was around.  She thought of
all the people in the 1800's who had ridden across this bridge in their
horse-drawn buggies on their way to town from their farms; she wondered if
she were the first person to walk across it totally naked. On the other
side of the river, she saw a distinctive old-time clock showing that it was
only 12:40; she had lots of time.  And then she spotted a restroom next to
a little picnic area, which was also deserted.  She ducked into the ladies
room and was pleased to see that it was not only empty, but also very well
maintained with clean fixtures and lots of towels - even the hot water was
working.  She used the toilet, and then standing in front of the mirror she
looked at herself as she thoroughly cleaned between her legs.  She was
expecting to be the bodypainting model again, but she wasn't sure.  But in
any event, she knew that her pussy would be on full display, and so she
wanted it clean. She stood there for a few more minutes appreciating the
brief period of privacy, and then she watched her pretty boobs rise and
fall as she took in a deep breath and let it out.  And she walked back out
and continued south along the bike path on this side of the river.  Again,
she was surprised to be alone along here, because Maple Park was only a few
blocks ahead and the path ran right into the park. As the naked girl
approached the park, she slowed down to a hesitant pace.  She saw that she
was approaching sort of from the back side of the art and wine festival,
and she was surprised to see the area where she had been bodypainted
yesterday was now filled with a display of sculpture.  Large and small, on
tables and on the ground, many different materials - steel, stone, plastic,
wood, and even glass.  She even saw a Chihuly glassware piece; she had
loved looking at the Chihuly pieces at an art show in New York last summer.
She liked the look of the pieces as she walked through, but she was now
concerned, because it appeared that bodypainting would not be today's
activity.  From the way things were going for her, she feared that the
change would be for the worse rather than the better.  She ignored the
stares and pointing from the few people back here, and she made her way to
the back entrance of the administration tent. Inside, the stir of activity
stopped when she came in, and a moment later, Whiteside and her sister,
Valerie Steadman, spotted her naked form and rushed over.  Whiteside said,
"Well, Amy, welcome.  You're actually a few minutes early; you must be
anxious to get started." Amy limply shook hands with the two sisters, but
she was taken aback when she saw Kaylee Keplar and Shauna Denton standing
nearby.  They had been two of Amy's antagonists at the bodypainting event
yesterday with their humiliating scrubbing of her naked body after one of
the bodypainting sequences, and in a taunting gesture, they had even thrown
wine in Amy's face.  But today, Keplar and Denton were outfitted
differently; yesterday, they had been wearing skimpy outfits with a tiny
halter tops and short shorts.  Today, they were wearing western garb -
jeans, cowboy boots, plaid shirts, and bandanas.  They gave Amy a smirkish
wave from their spot in the next aisle. Whiteside noticed Amy looking at
the two girls, and she gently touched Amy's chin turning it toward her. 
Whiteside said, "Okay, Amy, look at me.  Those girls will be helping us
this afternoon, but let me explain what we're going to have you do for us.
Okay?" Amy nodded and Whiteside continued, "Oh, but first.  Do you have to
use the bathroom?  There won't be a break in the action, so to speak, and
so this will be your only chance for a few hours." Amy blushed and
whispered, "No, I just went down the trail aways.  I'm okay." Whiteside
replied, "TrÃ"s bon.  Let's go out back and get going." Whiteside held
Amy's left elbow and Steadman her right elbow, and they led Amy back out of
the tent the same way Amy had entered. But they led her off to the side
away from the sculpture display into sort of an alleyway between the tent
and a row of bushes, and Amy saw the cute little wagon that had carried
bottled water for sale yesterday sitting there near the bushes.  But the
charming little Shetland pony was nowhere in sight.  There was a man
holding a bag standing next to the wagon; Amy recognized him as Valerie
Steadman's husband, who she had met at the lunch for the boys' soccer team.
The two sisters tightened their grip on Amy's elbows as they approached the
man; they stopped next to the wagon. Valerie said, "Amy, you remember my
husband, Sam?" And Amy nodded and shook hands with the man who was looking
over her naked body. Whiteside said, "Okay.  And Amy, yesterday you saw
that the high school students were selling bottled water for their trip. 
Right?" Amy nodded.  "Well, unfortunately, they were able to rent that cute
pony only for yesterday.  The owner said he had a previous gig lined up for
today, but he didn't need the wagon today.  So, what we want you to do is
to pull the little wagon around the festival so that we can sell bottled
water again." Amy gasped a little bit and looked at the little wagon with
its two shafts at the front.  She said, "W-what?  You want me to pull it
around and sell water bottles?" Whiteside said, "Yeah.  Is that okay?" Amy
thought about it for a moment thinking that even though it would be
embarrassing, it probably wouldn't be too bad being a naked sales person.
But she realized that she didn't have any choice in the matter, and she
nodded tentatively as Whiteside went on, "Well, actually you won't be
selling the water; just pulling the wagon.  Kaylee and Shauna will be
helping with actual sales of the bottles." Now, Amy wasn't so sure.
Whiteside went on, "So, let's get you set up.  Come over here and step
between the shafts." The naked girl stepped in front of the wagon and
Whiteside continued, "Okay, lift up the shafts and let's make sure they're
at the right height.  They're still set for the pony, but I think we need
to raise them a little bit for your arms.  Here, hold your arms at your
sides and bend your elbows so that your forearms are parallel to the
ground. Good.  Sam, why don't you make the adjustments?" Sam said, "Okay,
Amy.  Move up to the front of the shafts.  That will look better, and the
shaft angle won't be as severe." He guided her ahead so that her hands were
right at the end of the shafts.  He went on, "Now, there are a couple of
other notches on the wagon where the shaft mechanism can attach.  I'm going
to try the next notch up to see if that gets the shafts to be parallel to
the ground and to your bent arms." It took him a couple of minutes to make
that adjustment, and Amy just stood there holding the ends of the shafts.
He said, "Okay, Val and Marie, stand back and check it out." The two
sisters looked it over, and Whiteside said, "Yeah, Sam, that looks good. 
Now, go get the bag while I fix her hair." Amy was still standing there
holding the shafts as Whiteside gently grabbed her hair from behind.  She
felt Whiteside bunching it up into a pony tail and twisting a hair wrap
around it.  Amy stood still, but then said, "Umm, Professor, I'm not
permitted to wear anything at all today.  Did Dr.  Knoxx approve that hair
wrap?" Whiteside stepped around in front of Amy and said, "Yes, ma cherie,
he gave us free rein with you today, so to speak." And as Whiteside
chuckled, Amy wondered what was so funny.  Whiteside continued, "Now, we
have some other things for you; please come back by the side of the wagon."
Amy put down the shafts, stepped over them, and then back a couple of steps
next to the wagon.  She smiled as Whiteside pinned a couple of flowers in
her hair, but the smile turned to horror when she saw what Sam was getting
out of the bag.  She gasped as she looked at the bunch of long hair
attached to a butt plug.  Sam said, "It's real horse hair, and it's almost
the same color as your own pretty hair." Amy's eyes bulged and her mouth
opened.  She started shaking her head and she turned and ran back towards
the tent, but Keplar and Denton had just come out of the tent and were sort
of blocking the way.  The naked girl turned and gave an anguished look at
Whiteside, and then she stopped in her tracks. Whiteside slowly walked back
towards Amy and said soothingly, "Amy, Amy, please let me explain." The
naked girl continued to breathe heavily and stare at Whiteside, and the art
instructor went on, "Amy, let me show you this device.  It has been
especially designed to fit you.  We consulted with Dr.  Beaupre, and he
told us how big of a device you can hold comfortably.  And he told us how
we could make minor adjustments as we fit it into you.  We won't hurt you,
I promise." Whiteside stopped in front of the shaking girl, reached out her
arms so that she had a hand on each of Amy's shoulders, and began rubbing
gently up and down.  Whiteside's tone changed a little bit as she went on,
"Amy, you've only got one more day til graduation.  You want to graduate,
right?" Amy wasn't really crying but she was close to it, and she choked
out, "Y-yes, I w-w-ant to graduate." She paused for moment, slumped her
shoulders, and whispered, "Go ahead." Whiteside rubbed Amy's shoulders and
neck and said, "Bon", and she led Amy back over to the rear of the wagon
where she slowly pushed Amy's chest down to the wagon floor so that Amy's
bare butt was thrust out.  Whiteside stooped down and spread Amy's legs
wide apart, and she said in a soothing voice, "Hold still, Amy, while Sam
inserts the tail." Amy was now choking back tears as she felt the man's
hands spreading her butt cheeks and rubbing a bit of lubricant into her
anus.  He said, "Amy, I'm going to put it in now.  The plug has been well
lubricated and it should slip in easily." And a moment later, she felt the
dildo-like thing work its way well into her ass. Whiteside put a hand on
Amy's chest and urged her to stand up straight.  Sam knelt behind the naked
girl and said, "Amy, please hold still while I test the fit." He shoved up
on the plug, twisted it around, and then lightly pulled on it.  And it
stayed in place. There was an extra puff of light hair on the tail right at
the plug, and Amy felt that puff tickling her butt cheeks as Sam twisted
the plug around in her asshole.  Sam asked gently, "How does it feel, Amy?
We want you to be comfortable, but we also want it to stay in you for the
next few hours.  Try walking several steps." Amy sure didn't like things
crammed up her ass, but she had to admit that this device wasn't hurting
her physically.  And after taking some tentative practice steps, she said
quietly, "It's okay.  Not too tight, not too loose." Valerie Steadman
brought out the full length mirror from the tent and placed it off to Amy's
side so that Amy could see what the tail looked like.  There was that puff
of hair right at the base of her ass and then a long tail that went almost
to her ankles.  Amy guessed that the tail was about 20" long. Amy meekly
let Whiteside and Steadman lead her back between the shafts, and they
reached down and lifted the shafts up to Amy's hands.  Steadman lightly
rubbed Amy's back as Whiteside said, "Amy, you look great.  Now, we're
going to attach your arms to the shafts; this will help you pull the wagon
along." Whiteside pulled out some black bondage tape from the bag.  She
showed it to Amy and said, "I'm going to wrap this around your arms and the
shafts.  This tape does not stick to your skin or hair; it only sticks to
itself and to the shafts; kind of like Saran Wrap, if you know what that
is." Amy just nodded and Whiteside tightly wrapped each of her arms to the
shafts.  Whiteside then said, "Now, we're not thrilled with the look of
that tape; so, I'm going to cover it with these pieces of leather.  These
don't fit tightly; they just cover up the tape.  This is just for looks."
Again, Amy nodded and Whiteside wrapped the 10" square leather pieces over
her arms and threaded some leather straps through the button holes on two
edges. Now, Amy's arms were securely attached to the shafts, and she could
use her arms as well as her hands to pull on the shafts as she walked. 
Whiteside said, "Take a few steps, Amy." Amy took a few steps pulling the
wagon a few feet down the alleyway.  Whiteside asked, "How does that feel?"
Again Amy had to admit that it wasn't too bad; she had been able to easily
move the wagon.  She said, "It's okay, Professor." Whiteside said, "Ahh,
good.  Now, open your mouth and let's put this bridle in." Amy opened her
mouth but it was to let out a gasp rather than to follow the order.  She
then shook her head violently and yelled, "No, no, no, no.  Don't do that."
And then she tried to run down the alleyway, but she couldn't move very far
or very fast, because she was pulling the wagon.  Then, she stopped,
slumped her shoulders, and started sobbing. Again, Whiteside came up and
stood beside the naked bound girl and rubbed her back gently from her neck
to the base of her spine.  As Amy continued to cry, Whiteside asked
quietly, "Amy, Amy, what's wrong?" Through her tears, Amy yelled, "What's
wrong?  What's wrong?  You're treating me like an animal.  That's what's
wrong!" In a soft but firm voice, Whiteside said, "Amy, you're not an
animal.  You are a wonderful human being, and you have one of the most
beautiful female bodies on the planet.  But you made a bad mistake a few
weeks ago, and you're being punished for it.  You signed an agreement that
allowed you to stay in school and to be punished in other ways besides
expulsion.  Part of that agreement says that you permit your body to be
used for scientific and artistic purposes.  And that's what we're doing
today.  We are using your gorgeous naked body for our artistic expression.
Not all art is static like the posing you did in my classes or the
bodypainting yesterday.  Art can also be dynamic like dancing, acting, or
singing - or in this case, the graceful pulling of a wagon.  So, you are
not an animal; you are a lovely piece of movable art today.  These
adornments are just a minor part of the overall presentation." Whiteside
paused for a moment and then went on, "So, that's my explanation for what
we're doing.  I guess you could call it performance art.  And I should tell
you that we have a couple of more things to do to your body after the
bridle.  Now, I ask you: Do you want us to stop and let you go home?  We
will certainly do that if you wish, but you know the consequences - no
graduation, no degree, no diploma." Amy really, really wanted to get the
hell out of here, but Whiteside was right - the consequences were too
severe.  But she didn't answer Whiteside directly; instead, she asked in a
whisper, "What else are you going to do to me after the bridle?" Whiteside
smiled briefly and said, "Okay, Amy, full disclosure.  We're going to
decorate your breasts and vagina.  Probably just makeup, but we haven't
decided for sure yet.  Also, you will be whipped very softly with a buggy
whip as you're pulling the wagon this afternoon.  That's all.  As I said,
this is artistic expression.  Now, remember, you have complete control over
what we're doing with you this afternoon, but there are consequences
whichever way you decide.  Do you want us to stop?" Amy hesitated for a
moment.  She really wanted them to stop, but she knew she had to let them
continue, and she whispered, "Okay, go ahead." And the tears started
flowing down her cheeks again.  She bowed her head and let Whiteside wipe
her eyes dry with a tissue.  And finally, Amy reluctantly opened her mouth
and let Whiteside slide in the leather bit and wrap the bridle over and
around her head and then tighten the straps in back.  Then, Whiteside
attached the bridle reins to the loops at the ends of the bit; Whiteside
tossed the reins over Amy's shoulders so that they trailed down her bare
back. Whiteside continued to stand in front of Amy rubbing her bare
shoulders as if comforting a pony.  And she said, "Okay, Amy.  It's
probably better if you don't try to talk from now on, because with the bit
in, we won't be able to understand what you're saying anyway.  If you
really want to say something, just stomp your foot several times, and we'll
take off the bridle.  But we'd prefer that the bridle stay in, because it's
part of the overall effect.  Okay?" Amy just nodded, but she could feel the
drool forming already around the bit in her mouth. Whiteside went on, "Now,
I want you to spread your legs so that my sister and I can decide what to
do about your pussy.  It's kind of too bad that you don't have pubic hair
anymore, because that would have added visual interest down there." Amy
smirked behind her bit as she thought to herself, "Well, lady, you were the
person who shaved off my pubic hair.  And it's ironic that you want it back
now." But she meekly spread her legs as the two women knelt down in front
of her.  She felt one of them (it was Steadman) trace her finger along
Amy's left pussy lip and part way up the front of her pubic mound. Steadman
said, "Marie, why don't we put reddish brown lipstick on her lips and then
extend it a little ways up her front?  Sort of enhancing the look of her
pussy a little bit." Whiteside replied, "I like that idea.  I'll be right
back.  Amy, keep your legs apart, please." A moment later Whiteside
returned with a tube of lipstick, and Amy felt Whiteside's hands kind of
massaging her pussy lips before spreading the lipstick on them.  Amy
flinched as Whiteside went past her clit and part way up her mound. 
Whiteside said, "You moved a little bit, and the line is crooked.  I'm
going to touch it up to remove the little kink." Amy held still as
Whiteside fixed the flaw.  When she finished, the two sisters stood back
and looked at Amy's private lips.  Steadman said, "Yeah, that's what I had
in mind.  Looks good, Sis.  Now, let's think about the boobs." Whiteside
reached in her pocket and brought out some trinkets that looked like
earrings, except the clamps were bigger.  She dangled them in front of Amy,
and Amy's eyes widened and she started to shake her head but then stopped
and slowly nodded. Whiteside massaged Amy's left tit to get the nipple a
bit more erect, and then she slowly tightened the little clamp.  Amy yelped
as the nipple was squeezed.  Whiteside repeated the process on the other
nipple; Amy felt tears running down her cheeks again. The two sisters
looked at the dangling trinkets.  Steadman gently jiggled one of them, and
Amy was surprised to hear a little bell tinkling as the ornament swung from
her tit.  But Steadman shook her head and said, "You know, Marie, it just
doesn't look right.  I think her boobs look better completely bare, don't
you?  And the faint tinkling sound will be drowned out by the bells on the
wagon." Whiteside thought for a second and then agreed, "Yep, Val, you're
right.  Let's take them off." She quickly undid the clamps letting the
ornaments drop into her other hand.  Then, she massaged Amy's tits again to
try to restore the feeling in them. Whiteside then stooped down to the bag
on the ground, and she brought out a little buggy whip.  Again, Amy's eyes
widened and she started to shake her head, but she paused for a moment and
then just nodded.  Whiteside said, "This is mostly for decoration to
enhance the effect, but you will be whipped very softly.  Here, I'll
demonstrate." And she stepped to the side and lightly swatted Amy's bare
butt.  Amy bowed her head as the tears welled up again.  Whiteside dropped
the whip into the wagon. Steadman brought out the mirror again and rested
it in front of Amy as she said, "Okay, Amy, I guess we've fixed you up the
way we want.  Have a look.  And please remember this is art." Amy let
Steadman wipe her eyes and then glanced at herself in the mirror.  Arms
bound to the shafts, a bit in her mouth, a bridle over her head, and a
pussy exaggerated with lipstick.  She couldn't see the tail from this view,
but she could sure feel it; the dildo was wedged in her ass and the hair
tickled her butt and her legs.  She just nodded at the two women. Whiteside
and Steadman shook hands then they each patted Amy on her head.  Steadman
said, "Yeah, sis, she turned out great." The naked, gagged, and bound girl
just stared at them. Whiteside waved to Keplar and Denton and yelled,
"Okay, girls.  Please come here." A moment later, the two girls sauntered
up and Whiteside said, "All right, ladies, we've got her set up for you,
and now, it's your responsibility to sell lots of bottled water.  And Amy,
just to let you know, Kaylee and Shauna have each kicked in a generous $50
donation to the high school choir trip fund, and so, we're allowing them
lead you and the wagon around the festival today and sell water to the
visitors.  Now, Shauna, why don't you come and help us fill the coolers and
then move them from the tent into the wagon while Kaylee removes
yesterday's debris from the wagon." Denton and the two sisters walked back
to the tent leaving Keplar alone with Amy.  Keplar quickly cleaned out the
wagon, tossing the empty plastic bottles into the recycle barrel and the
other trash into the garbage can.  Then, Keplar said, "Oh, looky here" as
she picked up the buggy whip. Keplar walked back and faced the naked girl
dragging her left hand the length of the whip to the small leather flaps at
the tip; she stared Amy in the eyes as she bent the whip a couple of times.
Then, Keplar said, "Okay, Suzuki, you're all ours for the next couple of
hours.  You, Shauna, and I are going to have some fun." And she gently
brushed the tip of the whip across Amy's nipples; the leather flaps were
somewhat stiff, and Amy's nipples tightened up as the flaps grazed them. 
Keplar glanced back at the tent, and seeing no one, she reached around and
swatted Amy's ass hard with the whip.  Amy yelped behind her gag.  Keplar
said, "Just a sample.  We're going to use it to keep you under control."
Amy stared daggers at the blonde girl.  But Keplar ignored her and went on,
"I overheard everything that Dr.  Whiteside was saying.  And you know as
well as I that it was all just bullshit.  That business about artistic
expression and performance art was just crap.  Those two ladies are just
like Shauna and me; they are reveling in the chance to humiliate a naked
girl - and you just happen to be the only nude female around today. 
Whiteside was just trying to sugarcoat it.  But not me.  You're just a
naked ponygirl, aren't you?" Keplar looked back at the tent and saw that
she was still alone with Amy, and she stood back in front of Amy and looked
over her naked body from head to foot.  She said, "I like the way your arms
are spread out in front of you.  Kind of a welcoming gesture, don't you
think?  It's like you're saying, 'Come on in and examine my boobs and
cunt.' So, I think I will.  Spread your legs." Amy strained to close her
arms to keep Keplar away, but the shafts didn't have any give in them and
Amy's tightly bound arms remained wide spread, and Keplar stepped in and
knelt down in front of Amy.  She tapped Amy's inner thighs with the whip,
and Amy reluctantly spread her legs. Keplar ran her finger along Amy's
pussy lips from front to back, and she said, "You know, the female crease
is such an interesting place.  For most of us, there's some pubic hair
above it, but my, my, slutty Suzuki doesn't have any hair here, does she?
Well, maybe a little stubble, but no hair like a real woman.  But the real
crease starts here in the front showing just an inch or so of your lips,
but it's got your clit right there for easy access.  And yours really
sticks out, doesn't it?" Amy flinched as Keplar flicked her clit with a
fingernail.  Keplar continued, "Then, the lips slip underneath as if trying
to hide from view, but all you have to do is to spread your lips like this
to see the little peehole." Keplar spread the pussy lips with one hand and
stroked Amy's tiny orifice; she went on, "But the real center of activity
is your vagina with all of its folds and flaps; that's what all the guys
really want, isn't it?  They like to stick their cocks in there.  How many
cocks have sneaked into your pussy hole?" The mean girl then stuck a finger
up into Amy's vagina before continuing, "Then, of course, you've got your
asshole at the back end of the crease.  But I see that you're kind of
plugged up back there today, aren't you?" And she gave the butt plug a
little twist causing the horse tail to flap back and forth across Amy's
bare legs.  Tears were now streaming down Amy's cheeks as she endured this
intimate inspection. Keplar stood up and looked at Amy's breasts.  She
gently lifted them, cradling one in each hand.  And then she massaged the
nipples for a moment before tightly pinching them and lifting upward.  Amy
yelped as her tits were stretched, and then she yelped again when Keplar
let go and the breasts fell back down. Keplar stepped back as Denton,
Whiteside, and Steadman came back out of the tent each carrying a cooler
full of ice and several bottles of water.  They put the coolers in the
wagon, and Denton and Steadman went back into the tent as Whiteside came up
and looked at Amy. Whiteside scowled when she saw the tears and the
anguished look on Amy's face.  She said, "Kaylee, what's going on here? 
What have you done to her?" Keplar said innocently, "Oh nothing.  Amy and I
were just having a little talk.  Girl talk, you know?  Well, actually, I
did all the talking; she just listened." Whiteside wiped Amy's eyes and
nose with a tissue and said, "Well, okay.  But I don't want any funny
business today.  You are not allowed to hurt her at all.  You can use the
buggy whip, but only lightly for dramatic effect.  Is that clear?" Keplar
said, "Yes, we understand that." Steadman and Denton returned with two more
coolers which they put into the wagon.  Now, the four women gathered in
front.  Actually, there were five women, including Amy, but the naked girl
was feeling less and less like a human being as the moments went by.
Whiteside said, "All right, Shauna and Kaylee, we want you to guide Amy and
the wagon around using these reins.  This morning we showed you the big
circular route you can take through the festival, and you should be able to
make two or three loops.  Stop as often as necessary to sell the water
bottles.  We'll check on you from time to time, but mostly you'll be on
your own.  At 3:45, please stop wherever you are, and one of you should
come get us so that we can unhook Amy and get her ready to leave.  Any
questions?" The two girls just shook their heads and Whiteside said, "All
right, then.  Just a final few things.  We've told Amy if she really,
really wants to stop, she should stomp her feet.  Amy, why don't you
practice so they can see what to look for?" The gagged girl stomped her
right foot several times followed by several with her left foot.  Whiteside
said, "Good, but Amy please remember what happens if you stop.  And also
remember, no talking.  And be sure to keep that tail inserted; don't let it
slip out.  Okay?" Amy sullenly nodded.  Whiteside said, "Okay, get going.
And raise a bunch of money for the good cause." Denton grabbed the reins,
Keplar gave Amy a gentle tap on the ass with the buggy whip, and Amy took
her first step with the loaded wagon. The naked girl had no choice but to
follow Denton who was guiding her with the reins connected to the bit in
her mouth.  She noticed that even though the grass was still a bit wet from
last night's rain, the wagon rolled easily as she pulled it, and she was
surprised how easily that she and the wagon made the turn at the end of the
little alleyway. But as soon as they made that turn, she heard Keplar say,
"The coast is clear.  Let's stop for a minute and give her a lesson." Amy
didn't like the sound of this, and she continued to walk on even though
Denton had stopped.  But a moment later, Keplar whacked her on the ass with
the buggy whip, and Amy stopped in her tracks. Denton stepped right in
front of Amy between the two shafts and said sternly, "When we say 'stop',
you will stop.  Understand?" To emphasize her point, Denton poked Amy's
left nipple very hard; hard enough that the nipple and Denton's fingertip
disappeared into the soft flesh of the breast.  Amy winced, but she nodded
slowly.  Denton withdrew her finger and then kneaded the breast back into
its normal shape. Keplar joined her friend in front looking at Amy, and in
a softer tone said, "Well, ponygirl, do you want some water before we
start?" This sounded good to Amy and she nodded, because that's all she
could do with the bit in her mouth.  Keplar got a bottle from one of the
coolers and opened it.  Then, she said, "There's room around the edges of
your bit to pour it into your mouth.  Here, let's give it a try.  Tilt your
head back." Amy did as instructed and Keplar held the bottle to her bitted
lips and poured.  Most of the water poured down Amy's chin and onto her
chest rather than into her mouth.  Keplar said, "Open up, and I'll pour it
in on the side." Amy opened as wide as she could, and Keplar poured water
into her mouth.  Amy gulped it down as best she could, but Keplar continued
to pour and the water overflowed her open mouth, down her chin, onto her
chest, and finally onto her boobs where it dripped to the ground from her
nipples. Keplar said, "Okay, good, that works.  Open up and I'll give you
more." But Amy was already satisfied and she meekly shook her head.  Keplar
said sternly, "I said 'Open up', didn't you hear me?" The gagged girl gave
her a questioning look with her eyes and again slowly shook her head. 
Keplar was angry now and said, "Does that mean that you didn't hear me or
that you don't want any more water?  Either answer is the wrong one.  Now,
open your fucking mouth." Amy knew this was a losing battle, and she
hesitantly opened her mouth.  Keplar poured in several more ounces until
her mouth was full.  Amy gulped it down and started to close her mouth, but
Keplar started pouring some more.  Amy drank a little bit more and then
started coughing behind her gag, and she coughed up the water.  Keplar
smirked and said, "Well, I guess you've had enough for now.  But I'm going
to let you in on a little secret; you're going to drink a lot more in the
next couple of hours.  And you know why?  Because we want you to pee like a
pony in front of all these people.  No restroom for ponies!" Amy bowed her
head and started to cry.  But Denton yanked on the reins jerking her head
back up straight, and Amy started pulling the wagon again.  Keplar swatted
her hard with the whip again and said, "Quit crying.  You're going to scare
away the customers." They walked a few more yards next to the bushes and
then turned up an aisle with vendor booths on either side.  All of the
conversations stopped as people turned to stare at the strange sight of a
pretty naked girl pulling a wagon.  Keplar and Denton started yelling,
"Water for sale.  Get your water here.  Help the high school choir.  Only
three dollars a bottle." They didn't even make it past the first booth
until they stopped.  The crowd of people gathered around the front of the
wagon.  Amy couldn't stand it, and she closed her eyes hoping that would
make this ordeal go away.  But of course, it didn't.  As her two tormentors
handed out the bottles of water and collected the money, Amy just stood
there with all of the unbelieving eyes looking at her naked and bound body.
She felt the plug move in her ass when someone pulled on the horse tail. 
She heard a guy behind her say, "Yeah, Scottie, it's real horse hair, and
it's really stuck up her butthole." Amy kept her eyes closed and steeled
herself expecting someone to either touch her or to pull on the tail again.
Instead, she felt the reins being pulled and she heard Denton say,
"Giddyup, horsey." And she started walking and pulling again.  For the next
half hour or so, this scene was repeated several times as the girls sold
bottles of water.  A couple of times, Amy felt hands from the crowd feel
her breasts and butt, but since she had her eyes closed each time, she
didn't see who had done it.  Another time, she watched as an older woman
stomped away in disgust on seeing the naked ponygirl.  And twice people
called her by name and said that they were going to complain to the police
about her treatment.  But mostly the crowd just seemed to enjoy looking at
her naked, bound, gagged, and plugged body as they bought lots of bottled
water.  Lots of laughter.  But Amy wasn't laughing; she just stood there
dully. Back in the opposite corner of the festival, there was another
vacant area, and Denton guided Amy and the wagon into it.  Keplar looked
around and said, "We're okay in here.  Nobody's going to see us.  So, Amy,
do you need to pee yet?" And as Keplar wiped her hand between Amy's legs,
she went on, "You're pretty much dry down there.  Let's get some more water
into you.  Open up." But Amy was already beginning to feel the need to
relieve herself, and she didn't want to drink any more water.  So, she
shook her head and kept her mouth closed. Keplar swatted her hard with the
whip and said, "Oh, so you're not going to cooperate, huh?  Isn't that a
violation of some sort?" Amy just shrugged, because she'd decided to take a
chance by refusing any more water.  Keplar said, "Well, Shauna could pry
your mouth open and I could pour the water in.  Or maybe we could squeeze a
tit so hard to make you scream and then pour the water in?  So, what's it
going to be, ponygirl." Amy just shook her head and made a point of closing
her mouth as much as she could with the gag in it. Keplar said, "Shauna,
come here and hold open her mouth, and I'll dump it into her." Denton used
both hands to pry open Amy's mouth, but one hand slipped leaving just the
other hand on Amy's upper teeth, and Amy closed her mouth, biting hard into
Denton's fingers.  Denton screamed in pain and then yelled at Keplar, "Give
me that damn whip.  She's going to get it now." Denton grabbed the buggy
whip and gave Amy two very hard whacks on her bare butt.  Amy shrieked
through her gag.  Denton was winding up for another vicious swat when
Whiteside came running up and yelled, "Hey, stop that, Shauna.  I told you
repeatedly that Amy was not to be hurt.  I was just coming to check on you
gals, and I see you beating her.  What the hell are you doing?" Denton
yelled, "The bitch bit me.  She deserved it." Denton was winding up again,
but this time Whiteside grabbed the whip out of her hands. Whiteside
continued to hold the whip as she raised her hands up and said in a calmer
voice, "Okay, tell me what happened.  She's got a bit in her mouth; how did
she bite you?" Denton said, "Well, we were trying to get her to drink
water. You said to keep her hydrated, and that's what we were doing.  But
she wouldn't drink any and so I was trying to hold her mouth open when she
bit me.  I don't know how she did it with a bit in her mouth, but she did.
Look at the teeth marks on my fingers." She showed Whiteside the obvious
teeth marks on the outside of her middle and ring fingers halfway between
the first and second knuckles. Whiteside looked at Amy and asked, "Is that
true?" Amy just nodded.  Whiteside looked at Amy's butt and saw the several
red marks from the whip, and then she looked over at Keplar and Denton and
continued, "You've whipped her several times.  So, there must be more to
the story than that, right?" Denton shook her head and said, "Nope, she
just didn't cooperate." Whiteside looked skeptical and said, "I want to
hear Amy's side of the story.  I'm going to loosen the bridle so that we
can slide out the bit at least part way." She put the whip in the wagon and
then undid the straps in back of Amy's head and slid out the bit so that it
dangled near her chin.  Whiteside went on, "Okay, Amy, what do you have to
say for yourself." Amy briefly worked her jaw this way and that to loosen
it up, and then she said, "I didn't want any more water; I've had enough
and I'm not thirsty." Whiteside asked, "But why be so forceful about
resisting?  Why bite her?" Amy said, "Biting her was kind of an accident.
She momentarily let go of my lower teeth, and my mouth snapped shut while
her other hand was still on my upper teeth." "But you had a bit in your
mouth.  How did you bite her with that thing in there?" Amy answered, "I'm
not sure; it happened so fast." Whiteside went on, "You said it was 'kind
of an accident'.  So, you're not sorry?" Amy glanced over at Denton and
insincerely said, "Shauna, I'm sorry I bit you.  But I really didn't want
any more water." Whiteside asked, "Why?  Drinking water in stressful
situations is good for your health." "Umm, they gave me a lot of water
earlier, and I'm not thirsty." Whiteside said testily, "Come on, Amy, I can
see that you're not telling me everything.  What really happened?" Amy
could feel tears coming on again and she said softly, "Okay.  They wanted
me to drink a lot of water so that I would have to pee like a pony in front
of all of these people." Amy expected Whiteside to be shocked by this, but
instead Whiteside just said, "Well, that would have been an interesting
addition to the performance that we were expecting from you.  I'm not sure
I'd call peeing on the ground to be very artistic, but some people might.
Do you need to pee now?" She looked down at Amy's bare pussy as she said
this. "Umm, sort of, but I can hold it til afterwards.  It would just be so
humiliating to piss in front of everybody." Whiteside thought for a moment
and said, "Okay, I want all of you to continue with the performance.  Amy,
I'm going to re-attach the bit and the bridle, and I don't want you to say
anything else.  And I want you to just hold it in; you can use the restroom
when you leave.  Shauna, Kaylee, don't force her to drink any more water if
she doesn't want any.  But be sure to offer it to her nicely a few more
times this afternoon.  And no more hitting with the whip.  I'd take the
whip away from you, except that my sister and I consider it to be an
important aspect of this little show.  You can rest the tip on her body,
but that's all.  No hitting.  Do you all understand?" Almost
simultaneously, Amy, Keplar, and Denton meekly said, "Yes". Whiteside
re-did the bit and bridle leaving Amy gagged again, and then she made some
adjustments to Amy's hair so that the flowers were more prominent.  As she
was leaving, she said, "Carry on.  Sell a bunch of water." As Whiteside
walked away, Amy slumped her shoulders knowing that she was now back in the
hands of these two harassers. As soon as Whiteside turned the corner and
was out of sight, Keplar grabbed the buggy whip and waved it in the face of
the naked and gagged girl.  Keplar taunted, "Okay, Suzuki.  Did you think
you were going to get rescued by Professor Whiteside?  Think you were going
home?  Well, no such luck.  You're still ours for another hour or so."
Denton piped up, "Okay, Kaylee, let her have it.  I want to whip the shit
out of her for biting me.  Give me the whip, I'll do it." She turned to Amy
and ordered, "Open your legs, bitch.  I'm going to whip your pussy as well
as your ass." She reached out her hand to Keplar as if asking for the whip.
Keplar looked at her friend and replied, "Umm, Shauna, we can't do that. 
Did you see the way Whiteside was inspecting Suzuki's ass?  She was
actually counting the red marks on her butt, and if we whip this pony any
more, there will be even more red marks back there and around her pussy."
Keplar stepped closer to Amy, stuck the tip of the whip under the naked
girl's chin, and said, "Look at me, horsey.  We can't whip you, but we'll
figure out some other ways to humiliate you.  Come on, let's go." Amy had
indeed hoped that Whiteside's visit and rebuke of the two girls would allow
her to leave early, but no such luck.  As she pulled the wagon back into
one of the main aisles, she saw a cuckoo clock displayed at one of the
booths; it read 2:05, and Amy realized that she still had about 100 minutes
of this torment left to suffer through. Shortly, another crowd gathered
around the wagon, and Denton slipped back behind Amy, pulled on the reins,
jerking Amy's head back, and said, "Whoa, there, pony." She draped the
reins over Amy's shoulder so that they trailed down her bare back, and
Keplar brushed the tip of the whip back and forth across Amy's bare ass. As
Denton handed out bottles of water and collected the money, Keplar moved to
Amy's front and said, "Okay, open up so people can see what you've got down
there." At first, Amy thought this meant to open her mouth, but when she
felt the tip of the whip between her legs, she knew otherwise.  She
reluctantly spread her legs.  Now, Keplar knelt down in front of her and
gently tickled Amy's pussy lips with the whip.  Keplar deftly worked the
corner tip of one of the flaps in right at Amy's clit and started flipping
it back and forth while the gathered crowd watched in amazement. Amy tried
to control herself; she really didn't want to come in front of all the
people.  But she felt her body beginning to betray her as the stimulation
on her clit increased, and soon her eyes and mouth opened, and she let out
a moan of pleasure.  Overcome with embarrassment, Amy let her head slump
forward with her chin resting on her chest.  Keplar said, "Keep those legs
open." Amy could feel pussy juices starting to trickle down her leg.  Amy
stood there with her head slumped for a few more minutes as Keplar
continued to drag the whip in her pussy and also across her nipples.
Finally, Denton said, "Okay, Kaylee, we need to move on.  We've only got a
few more bottles in the coolers, and we need to get back to the main tent
and restock." As Denton led the way with the reins in hand, Amy slowly
pulled the wagon along, and Keplar sold the remaining bottles.  And a few
minutes later, they pulled up in the back alleyway next to the
administration tent.  Steadman appeared from the tent with a smile on her
face and asked, "Well, ladies.  How's it going?  Have you raised a lot of
money for us?" "Yeah, we're doing okay.  We sold out, and we need to
restock", Keplar responded. Steadman replied, "Wonderful", and she gave
Denton and Keplar each a big hug.  But she did not say anything to Amy; she
didn't even acknowledge the presence of the naked girl pulling the wagon.
Steadman grabbed the two clothed girls by their elbows and said, "That's
great.  Come on, let's get some more bottles from the tent." Denton said,
"Okay, but first let me tie off these reins.  We don't want her to run
away." And she looped the reins around one of the posts holding up the tent
so that Amy was tethered in place by the straps running from her bridle to
the tent post.  Amy tried to let her head slump again, but the reins kept
her head upright and slightly raised.  As Steadman, Denton, and Keplar
disappeared into the tent, Amy started crying again. A minute or so later,
the three of them along with Whiteside reappeared; each of them was
carrying a case of water bottles.  Amy couldn't see them filling up the
coolers behind her, but she could hear them laughing and chatting idly
about the nice weather.  But they never mentioned the naked girl serving as
a pony for them.  Amy had just become an object to them. After a few
minutes, the four women came up to the front of the wagon, and Amy could
see that they were all snacking on granola bars.  Steadman looked at Amy
but said to the others, "What about her?  Does she want one of these?" Amy
was about to nod her head, when Keplar said, "Nah, she can't eat that with
the bit in her mouth.  Hey, horsey, do you want some more water?" The four
women laughed at this, but Amy just slowly shook her head as best she could
with the reins still tied to the post.  Amy could feel her bladder filling,
and even though a drink might feel good now, it would just hasten the time
that she needed to pee. Whiteside said, "Okay, girls, you need to get going
again.  Now, remember what I said about that whip.  No hitting.  See you in
an hour or so.  Have fun and raise a bunch of money." Keplar said, "Hey,
Shauna, why don't we switch duties?  I'll lead her with the reins, and you
carry the whip." "Good idea, KK", Denton replied. As Keplar unhooked the
reins from the post, Whiteside and Steadman returned to the tent.  And
Denton rubbed Amy's ass with her hand and then lightly tapped the same spot
with the tip of the whip.  Then, Keplar gave the reins a solid jerk, and
Amy started walking with the wagon behind her. The next hour was more of
the same.  They stopped several times to sell water to the festival goers,
and at each stop, Keplar and Denton tormented Amy somehow.  More tickling
and stimulating with the whip, twisting the tail and the butt plug, lifting
her breasts by the nipples, wiping the pussy juice from her legs, dribbling
water down her front and back, describing her body in gross terms to the
crowd, etc.  There were some gasps of outrage at their treatment of the
bound girl, but mostly it was a lively, laughing crowd that followed the
wagon around. Finally, at 3:45, they were approaching the administration
tent again, and Keplar said, "Oh rats, time's up.  Shauna, run in there and
get Whiteside." Denton handed the whip to Keplar and dashed into the tent.
Keplar then dragged the tip of the whip down Amy's front from her neck to
her pussy, and then back up circling each boob.  Keplar said, "Well,
ponygirl, you're almost done.  Did you have fun?" Amy just stared blankly
at her, and a moment later, Whiteside and Steadman appeared with Denton
followed by Sam Steadman. Whiteside looked at Amy and said, "Okay, Amy. 
Just pull that thing around to the backside of the tent again.  Here,
Kaylee, give me the reins." And Whiteside led the naked girl and the wagon
quickly past the last few booths, around the corner, and into the alleyway.
The two girls and both Steadmans followed. Whiteside unbuckled the bridle
and slipped the bit out of Amy's mouth before lifting the entire thing off
of Amy's head.  Amy worked her jaw and mouth back and forth, but she said
nothing.  Then, Whiteside quickly removed the leather cuffs and used a pair
of round nosed scissors to cut off the bondage tape on her arms.  And now
Amy moved her arms and shoulders around to work out the stiffness, but she
still said nothing. Whiteside said, "Sam, since you're the expert on that
tail, why don't you take it out of her?" And Sam led Amy to the back of the
wagon, leaned her over so that her ass was at the correct height, and then
he said, "Okay, Amy.  This might hurt a tiny bit, but here goes." And he
gave the butt plug a quick tug and it popped out.  Amy gasped a little bit,
but then she stood up and faced the group.  She asked quietly, "Can I go
now?" Whiteside came up to the naked girl and put her hands on Amy's
shoulders and said, "Thank you, Amy.  You helped raise several hundred
dollars for the choir trip.  Yes, you can go." Without saying anything else
or even looking at any of them, naked Amy turned and walked back to the
bike path.  As soon as she got on the path, she started crying, and she ran
as fast as she could away from all of the afternoon's horrors.

   Chapter 78 - Busted Again

   Through her tears, Amy was relieved to see that the bike path was
deserted again.  And she continued running hard with her boobs bouncing
wildly, all the way to the little picnic area with the nearby restroom. 
She really needed to pee now, but she was running mostly to put as much
distance between herself and the festival as quickly as possible. She was
breathing hard when she got to the picnic area.  She glanced at the antique
clock and saw that it was only 4:05 PM.  She had plenty of time to get to
Kameron for the 5 o'clock meeting. And then the naked girl glanced around
to make sure that she was still alone, and she seemed to be.  So, she
ducked into the ladies restroom and saw that she was also all alone in
here. She breathed a huge sigh of relief and sat down in one of the stalls.
The butt plug tail had worked over that part of her body, and so she did
both number 1 and number 2.  She wanted to stay seated on the toilet, but
she was pretty sure that would leave an embarrassing ring on her bare butt,
and so she reluctantly got up and left the stall.  She glanced around the
restroom for a second time and noticed a tile bench that she had overlooked
the first time, and she plopped herself down on it.  And there she sat for
several minutes.  She was halfway napping, but she knew she couldn't
actually fall asleep, and so she just kind of meditated while resting
there. Finally, she stood up and stationed herself in front of a mirror. 
That's when she noticed that she still had a flower in her hair.  There was
just one flower and Whiteside had put in two; so, she must have lost one
while running.  Then, she realized that her hair was still in a ponytail,
and that the elastic hair wrap was still holding her hair.  She gasped as
she thought about Knoxx's total nudity decree, and she took off both the
flower and the hair wrap so that her hair fell back into its usual pretty
shape around her face.  What if Whiteside noticed that she'd left with the
flowers and hair wrap?  Amy momentarily thought about going back and
returning them, but she laughed out loud at even considering a return trip
to that park of horrors.  So, she just left both the flower and the hair
wrap on ledge above the sink. Then, she looked down at her pussy in the
mirror and saw that the garish makeup was still there as well.  She wanted
to remove that embarrassing reminder of the horrendous afternoon, and so
she grabbed two paper towels and started scrubbing her own pussy.  She was
happy to find that the restroom had been stocked with nice soft paper
towels rather than the usual scratchy ones found in most park restrooms. 
Using elbow grease plus soap and hot water, she was able to remove the
lipstick down there.  And then she thoroughly cleaned her entire crease
again so that she was "presentable" for the next inevitable inspection of
her private parts. She wanted to stay in this pleasant private place, but
she knew she needed to get going.  So, the naked girl took a deep breath in
front of the mirror and then walked out of the restroom.  The clock showed
4:15 PM.  She was still in good shape time-wise, and she returned to the
bike path, walked only a hundred feet or so, and turned onto the quaint
covered bridge.  When she was about halfway across, two bicyclists came
onto the bridge from the other side.  Amy thought they were both guys, but
she wasn't sure, because they had on helmets and gender-neutral biking
outfits.  When the first bicyclist spotted the gorgeous naked girl, he
almost ran into the side of the bridge, but he caught himself just in time
and avoided a spill.  He gave Amy a friendly wave as he continued on, and
the second cyclist smiled and said, "Hi" as he passed.
Amy picked up her pace as she turned north on the bike path.  She
decided to use the same route as she had earlier in the day, and so she
looked for Silver Avenue, which had worked well on the trip over.  After a
couple of blocks, she spotted the street sign and she turned west on
Silver. But after only one block on that street, she heard a siren behind
her.  She turned to see a city police car, actually an SUV, coming up
behind her with its lights flashing.  And her heart sank.  She just

stopped, faced the approaching vehicle, slumped her head, and waited. The
SUV stopped and the two officers got out.  But they left the lights
flashing on the vehicle.  Amy saw that they were a man and a woman,
probably both about 30 years old, dressed in the usual police uniforms. 
They walked up to her, and the man said, "Good afternoon, young lady.  What
are you doing?" Amy gulped, "Umm, I'm walking back to campus." The man
said, "I'm Officer Snow, and this is Officer Oxford.  Can we see some ID,
please?  Driver's license?  Student ID?" Amy gulped again and said, "Umm, I
don't have any ID." Snow replied, "Why not?  People are supposed to always
carry ID with them." Amy choked back a tear and said, "I'm not allowed to
carry anything with me.  I'm Amy Suzuki, and I'm being punished by the
university." Oxford took over at this point and said, "Yes, we know who you
are, and we're aware of your, uhh, situation.  But our procedures require
that we ask for ID." Amy was somewhat relieved to hear that these cops knew
about her "situation", but she was still concerned. Oxford asked, "Do you
know why we stopped you?" Amy mumbled, "I guess for indecent exposure?"
"That's correct.  But as I said we understand why you are naked.  Well,
actually, let me re-phrase.  We understand why you don't have many clothes
on, because we were told that you are allowed to wear panties during your
punishment period.  In fact, we hear some people referring to you as
'Underpants Amy.' So, we don't understand why you are totally nude now. 
Please explain." Amy's mind was in a befuddled state, and she was unaware
that her hands dropped down in front of her pussy as she said, "I, umm, am
n-nude, because . . ." And she paused for a moment to regroup her thoughts
and then she continued, "They increased my punishment by requiring me to be
totally nude until tomorrow.  They said I can't carry anything at all, no
cell phone, no ID, not even a tissue unless they approve it." Oxford looked
over Amy skeptically before replying, "And they increased your punishment
because you did some more things wrong?" Amy just nodded.  Oxford went on,
"Well, let's talk about those other things you did wrong, but this is not
the right place to do it.  So, let's go downtown and have that discussion.
Okay?" Amy gasped and said, "Oh, no, no, no.  I can't do that." And she
turned and took a couple of steps. Oxford grabbed her arm and said sternly,
"Miss Suzuki, you just made another very bad mistake.  It appeared to us as
if you were trying to resist arrest just now.  A lot of officers on our
force would have immediately wrestled you to the ground, pinned your arms
behind your back, and roughly handcuffed you.  But you're fortunate that it
was us today, because I'm going to just politely ask you to put your hands
behind your back so that I can gently attach the cuffs.  Will you please do
that for me?" Amy made a slight twisting motion as if to get away again,
but she knew she had to cooperate with them now.  She started crying again
and meekly put her hands behind her back.  And a moment later, she was
shackled again with FlexiCuffs - the plastic straps that kind of worked
like cable ties.  She was surprised that they didn't use metal cuffs like
the cops had used on her a few weeks ago. Oxford said to Snow, "Go call
this in.  And bring up her record on the screen, if she's got one.  We need
to figure out what to do." The woman officer then pulled out a tissue and
tenderly wiped Amy's eyes and nose.  The officer said, "Now, Miss Suzuki,
why did you try to get away a moment ago?  Why don't you want to go
downtown?" The handcuffed naked girl replied through some more tears, "I'm
sorry; I shouldn't have tried to leave.  But I've got a 5 o'clock meeting
with Chancellor Knoxx, and if I miss that meeting, I'll be expelled for
sure.  I'm supposed to graduate tomorrow, and I'm certain that he'll
prevent that if I'm not in his office at 5." Oxford was about to say
something else when Officer Snow waved her over to the vehicle; Amy
tentatively followed even though they didn't tell her to.  She looked
around and realized that they had left her alone and that she could easily
run away, but she also knew that a naked, handcuffed girl would not get
very far.  And so she stood there next to the car. Amy couldn't hear
everything that they were saying in the vehicle, but she did hear a few
words, "Kameron . . .  cuffs . . .  meeting".  Then, she looked over
Oxford's shoulder at the computer screen in the police car, and she was
surprised to see her own picture.  It was the full frontal naked mug shot
that the campus security officers had taken of her the night that she had
been caught streaking.  She sighed as she now realized that she had a
criminal record and that there was a naked photo of her on file. She
continued to watch the two officers from outside the police car, and she
saw Snow point at the naked photo and say something including the words
"pubic hair".  Both Snow and Oxford looked back out the window at Amy's
pussy, and they both kind of laughed.  Amy realized that they were
comparing her very full bush of pubic hair in the photo with her hairless
pussy now. Amy heard a cell phone ring in the police vehicle and saw Oxford
answer the call.  All that Oxford seemed to say during the minute-long call
was "yes, sir . . .  yes, sir . . .  yes, sir".  After that call, the two
officers talked for a moment and Amy didn't hear anything that they said.
Then, the two officers got out of the car and came back over in front of
the naked girl.  Officer Oxford said, "Miss Suzuki, we've just finished
talking with Chancellor Knoxx, and he confirms what you said about the 5
o'clock meeting being very important.  He wants you there on time.  He said
to remind you that you are not permitted to ride in a vehicle.  Also, he
told us that he's disappointed in your behavior with us, and he told us to
leave the handcuffs on as punishment.  So, you will complete your naked
trek back to campus with your hands cuffed behind you.  Understand?" Amy
whispered, "Yes, I understand." Snow took up the conversation at this
point, "So, we - and when I say 'we', I mean the city police - are going to
let the university continue with its punishment of you.  We're not fond of
people being naked in public - even if they are as pretty as you, but in
this case, it sounds like the university's punishment is appropriate.  Now,
I suggest that you get started walking again.  There is plenty of time for
you to get there in time for the meeting if you hurry.  And just to be on
the safe side, we're going to follow along next to you in the police car."
Amy replied, "Thank you for letting me go.  But umm, umm, Dr.  Knoxx
explicitly told me not to have anyone follow me in a car this afternoon; he
was very clear about that.  Did he say anything about that to you?" Oxford
replied, "No, he didn't.  But I think it's a good idea if we follow along
anyway.  Afterall, our job is to protect the public, and you are part of
the public even if you are naked and handcuffed.  What happens if you fall
or someone accosts you?  I think he'll understand that we're keeping you
safe as you walk.  So, you should get started." Oxford smiled at Amy, and
then she gave Amy a playful pat on her bare ass.  And Amy was on her way
again. Amy took a few tentative steps to get the feel of walking with her
hands cuffed behind her back, and then she picked up the pace as she got
the hang of it.  At the first corner, she stopped at the edge of the curb
and slowly made the step down into the cross street.  She glanced both ways
and then continued.  The police vehicle crawled through the intersection
next to her. The two-mile walk was like earlier in the day, except for the
handcuffs.  No one bothered her although there were more catcalls and waves
from the neighbors.  It seemed that almost everybody was out on their front
porches to watch the amazing sight.  Amy carefully kept her head down
looking at the ground watching carefully where she placed each step.  Only
once did she stumble, but she regained her balance without falling. When
Amy reached Clay Street, she noticed that Officer Oxford rolled down the
window in the police SUV.  Amy expected her to say that since Amy would be
entering the campus that the two officers would end their escort.  But
instead, Oxford said to her, "Miss Suzuki, please don't use the cross
campus pathways.  Please stick to the campus streets so we can continue to
follow you.  We realize that our jurisdiction actually ends here at the
city limit, but we feel it's important to keep you safe the rest of the
way." Amy smiled at the lady and said, "Okay, thanks." And she made her way
across Clay Street and then walked a block north to College Avenue where
she turned back west again.  The police vehicle followed obediently.  As
she made that turn, Amy looked at the nearby clock; it was 4:50.  It was
going to be a close call getting to Knoxx's office by 5 o'clock, and so she
picked up her pace to a very fast walk, which was somewhat risky for the
naked and bound girl to be doing. But she made it safely to the front steps
of Kameron Hall.  She had encountered a couple of families walking the
campus on the nice pre-graduation day afternoon; they gaped at her, but Amy
just ignored them and pushed on. Before going up the steps, she stopped and
merely said "Thanks" to the police officers who had followed her.  But at
the top of the steps, Amy faced another quandary - how to open the door. 
There was no one around that she could ask for help including the police
who had already driven away.  In fact, she wasn't at all certain that the
door was unlocked, because it was a Sunday afternoon.  What if Knoxx had
pulled his I-didn't-know-the-door-was-locked trick on her again?  There
were actually 4 doors here on the front, and Amy had found that on weekends
only one of them was unlocked, but it was not always the same one. 
Fortunately, these doors had simple pull handles, but the doors were heavy
and they were spring loaded so that they automatically closed quickly after
they were opened.  Amy first tried her chin on one of the door handles, but
the door didn't budge and her chin hurt from the effort.  So, she tried
reaching up with one foot on another door, but she lost her balance and
fell down, and again the door didn't move at all.  She struggled to her
feet and tried the next one where she turned around and bent over so that
her hands could reach up to the door handle.  She chuckled as she realized
that her breasts were dangling enticingly in front of her, but there was no
one around to see.  But this technique worked as the door opened and she
was able to shove a foot in before it closed, and she struggled with her
feet and shoulders to open the door wide enough to let her in. Once inside,
she glanced at the digital clock in the lobby.  It was now 4:55 and she had
seven flights of stairs to climb plus a few more doors.  So, she dashed
over to the stairwell door and used the same technique on it to get into
the stairwell.  With her arms cuffed behind her, she couldn't use her hands
on the rails, and so she had to carefully take the stairs one at a time. 
It was slow going, but she made it to the seventh floor and she was pleased
to find a simple push open door into the seventh floor hallway.  The clock
there showed 4:59 as she scampered down the hall to Knoxx's door, which had
a fancy twist knob on it.  But Amy was able to get it open using the same
technique, and she got in just before the clock on the secretary's desk
clicked over to 5:00. She hurried over to Mrs.  Duckworth, who was sitting
behind her desk, and asked, "Can you please open the door to the
Chancellor's office for me?" The secretary smirked at the naked and
struggling girl and said, "Today's meeting is being held in the
Administrative Meeting room on the 8th floor.  Room 801.  They are waiting
for you up there.  I see that you're having trouble with door handles; so,
I'll get this one for you." Amy's head slumped, but she said, "Thanks, Mrs.
Duckworth, I appreciate the help" as she walked back out into the hallway
and headed for the stairwell.  She wanted to ask the secretary to open the
stairwell door for her, but Mrs.  Duckworth had already returned back into
Knoxx's office and closed the door.  So, Amy struggled with the stairwell
door and methodically climbed up one more flight of stairs.  On the 8th
floor, she pushed open the door into the hallway and saw the sign for room
801 at the far end of the hallway.  The clock above the "801" sign showed
5:05 PM.  Amy couldn't believe that it had taken her 5 minutes to get up
here; this clock must be a few minutes fast, but Amy knew she was going to
be late and her shoulders sagged. The naked girl trudged down the hall and
had her now usual difficulty opening the big door with its pull handle. 
She had never been in this room before, and so she didn't know what to
expect.

   Chapter 79 - On Trial

   But she sure didn't expect what she saw after she struggled butt first
through the door.  This was a small auditorium with perhaps 50 seats in 4
slightly curved rows in a stairstep configuration like many of the newer
classrooms on campus.  She heard a low gasp before turning around to see
the room partially filled with about 30 people - and these were people that
she knew from either today or yesterday. Linda Hathaway was sitting in the
front row, and when she saw her best friend struggling, she rushed up and
embraced Amy.  Linda said, "Oh, Sooz, Sooz, are you okay?  What have they
done to you?" Then, she turned to Knoxx, who was sitting at a long table
facing the audience along with the rest of the committee, and she said
angrily, "Dr.  Knoxx, what's the meaning of this?  Please take off her
handcuffs." Knoxx said calmly, but firmly, "Miss Hathaway, please sit
down." But Linda continued to stand next to her naked friend with an arm
around her bare shoulders and replied "But the handcuffs, sir?  They're not
necessary; she's naked and she's not going anywhere.  Are you, Amy?" Amy
shook her head, but whispered to her friend, "Lindy, I'm okay.  Please
don't get yourself in trouble.  Do as he asks.  Please." Knoxx said, "Miss
Hathaway, please sit down.  Miss Suzuki is being punished and the handcuffs
are part of the punishment, and so they'll stay on for now.  Please have a
seat.  And, Miss Suzuki, please come stand in front of the table facing the
committee." Linda sat back down. As Amy walked the few steps over to the
table, she glanced around at the audience.  In the back rows were Garoni
and the eight photography club members and the six Gamma Gamma Theta guys
plus Nicole Larson.  Then, Marvin Conrad, Kelly Stubbins, Kaylee Keplar,
Shauna Denton, Valerie Steadman, and Sam Steadman were in the second row.
And in front sat Linda, Jennifer Grafton (their next door neighbor at the
dorm), Professor Whiteside, the two city police officers, and the woman
from the playground.  The looks on their faces ranged from anguished (Linda
and Jennifer), to passive (the cops, the Steadmans, the photographers), to
smirkish (Stubbins, Keplar, Denton).  A moment later, Mrs.  Duckworth
entered the room and also sat down in the front row. The naked and
embarrassed girl stood in front of the table.  Amy felt like she was being
put on trial in a courtroom.  She slumped her head and started to cry
softly. Knoxx said, "Good afternoon, Miss Suzuki.  Glad you could make it
albeit a few minutes late, which we will discuss in a moment." Amy looked
up at him through her tears as Knoxx continued, "There are a few things on
the agenda for this afternoon.  First, Mr.  Garoni has some pictures from
his two photoshoots to share with us.  Then, we need to discuss any
additional violations.  And finally we might need to assign some additional
punishment.  Okay, let's start with the photos.  Mr.  Garoni has given me
this folder full of pictures.  They seem to be the standard 8 by 10 size.
He put this together for the committee to view, but we think we should
share them with everyone who is here.  So, we'll display them on the screen
behind me with this overhead projector.  Here's the first one." Amy saw the
huge naked image of herself stretched out on the bench with legs wide
spread from the evening photo session.  She heard a murmur in the audience
behind her.  She was glad that Knoxx quickly moved onto the next photo,
which also from Wednesday evening; it showed her bent over from behind with
her lower lips and anus in full view.  The next two were from the old
security office in Wakefield Hall, including one of her standing in front
of a urinal.  The next one was from earlier today with her sitting on the
bench with the pink vibrator in her pussy and an aroused look on her face.
There was one of her standing next to the Bancroft statue again with the
vibrator in her vagina.  Next were two of her lying in the puddle using the
vibrator.  And finally one in the playground using the vibrator while
sitting on the swing. After the last picture, Knoxx said, "Thank you, Mr.
Garoni.  I hope that your club got some unique practice during these
photoshoots.  And I look forward to seeing all of the pictures sometime.  I
assume that they will be available online somewhere, right?" Garoni
hesitantly stood up and said, "Umm, well, Dr.  Knoxx, these were all shot
with film cameras, and so there are no electronic copies of them.  So, I'm
not planning to post them on a web site." Knoxx scowled, "But you could
scan these photos or the negatives into digital form, right?" Garoni
glanced at Amy and then said, "I'll see what I can do, but I won't promise
anything." Amy was surprised that Knoxx accepted this answer.  But Knoxx
just replied, "Okay, let me know." Then Knoxx turned to Amy and said, "Miss
Suzuki, you've had an interesting day, to say the least.  And I am shocked
to hear that you have committed numerous violations of our rules just in
the last 24 hours." He held up a stack of notes scribbled on paper of
various styles.  Even from several feet away and blurred vision, Amy
recognized the top piece of paper; it was Linda's distinctive blue scratch
paper with scalloped edges.  Knoxx continued, "We've had these documented
violations, but also there were many from this afternoon that have not yet
been written down yet." Amy's head slumped again as she realized that even
her best friend had been forced to snitch on her, but Amy couldn't imagine
what she had done that Linda could possibly report. After a pause, Knoxx
said, "Okay, we're going to go through these one by one; you will be given
a chance to respond.  I've asked the people who wrote them to come this
afternoon so there won't be any misinterpretation.  I want to thank all of
you folks for coming." He turned his focus back to Amy and continued, "We
will give you a copy of our summary at tomorrow morning's meeting.  Let's
start with this top one, okay?" He held up Linda's note. Amy nodded and
listened as Knoxx read from the blue piece of paper, "Amy borrowed my cell
phone to call her boyfriend last night." He paused for a moment and
continued, "That was from Linda Hathaway, and actually, that doesn't sound
like a violation, because we allowed you to make phone calls." But after
another brief pause, he said, "Ah, but did you carry that phone with you?"
Amy still had tears in her eyes with no way to wipe them out, but she
sighed and said, "Yes, I walked out to the stairwell so I wouldn't bother
Linda who had already gone to bed." Knoxx frowned and said, "Well, it
sounds like you did carry the cell phone even if it was only a short
distance, and we prohibited you from carrying anything, but we expressly
disallowed a cell phone.  So, we'll leave that violation on the list.  But
that note reminds me, where is your boyfriend, Mr.  Henderson?" Now it was
Amy who frowned through her tears, "Huh?  Dwight?  I don't know; I haven't
talked with him since that phone call last night." Knoxx said, "Well, we've
been trying to contact him to confirm that you did indeed call him.  We
tried his cell phone and his apartment phone, but no answer.  We left
messages asking him to come to this meeting, but as you can see, he's not
here.  We even used your cell phone to call him thinking that he would
surely answer after seeing on his cell phone display that it was you that
was calling, but again no answer.  Incidentally, your cell phone and
backpack are safely stored in my office; they will be returned to you
tomorrow.  So, you don't know the whereabouts of Mr.  Henderson?" Amy was
now worried about Dwight and she said, "No.  I sure hope he's okay." And
she started to cry again. Knoxx looked over at Linda and said, "Miss
Hathaway, please help your friend.  Wipe her eyes and nose, please." Linda
got a tissue from her purse and came up to her naked and handcuffed friend.
She again embraced Amy, but this time she whispered in Amy's ear so that no
one else could hear, "Dwight is fine.  I warned him not to answer his
phone." As Linda wiped her eyes, Amy whispered back, "Thanks, Lindy." Knoxx
could see that the two friends were whispering and he said, "Umm, Miss
Hathaway, what were you two just talking about?" Linda replied, "Nothing,
sir.  I just asked her if she's really all right, and she said she is.  I
was just trying to comfort her a tiny bit." Knoxx replied, "Okay, good. 
Now, Tyson Laird, our legal counselor, has just passed me a note suggesting
that before we start discussing each documented violation, we really should
clarify the violations that happened this afternoon at the art and wine
festival.  Before you arrived, Miss Suzuki, I was discussing this with
Professor Whiteside, who mentioned some disturbing behavior on your part in
the last few hours, but we didn't get a chance to finish that discussion.
So, Dr.  Whiteside, why don't you tell us what happened and we'll talk
about them with Miss Suzuki?" Whiteside stood up and the naked girl turned
to the side so that she could easily look at either Whiteside or Knoxx. 
Whiteside said, "Well, for everyone else's benefit, let me describe briefly
what we had Amy do for us this afternoon.  My sister and I decided to have
her put on an artistic performance of pulling a little wagon around the
festival so that Kaylee Keplar and Shauna Denton could sell bottled water
carried in the wagon." She pointed out the two girls in the audience and
then went on, "We decorated Amy's naked body with a tail, some flowers in
her hair, and a bridle; sort of like a pony pulling the wagon." There was a
slight murmur through the audience at this point.  Whiteside went on,
"Well, Amy didn't like these decorations and twice she tried to run away.
But each time, we convinced her that she should continue with the
performance.  Also, there was an incident part way through the performance;
an argument between Amy and Ms.  Keplar and Ms.  Denton.  And finally, Amy
left without returning all of the decorations." Knoxx said, "Thank you for
that overview, but now, let's talk about the details.  You said she tried
to run away twice.  What was the first time?" Whiteside said, "It was when
we showed her the tail that we wanted her to wear.  Here, we brought it
with us, and I'll show you." Sam Steadman opened the bag under his seat,
pulled out the tail, and handed it to Whiteside.  Whiteside held it up for
the audience to see and then handed it to Knoxx. Knoxx said, "So, this fits
in her anus, right?" Whiteside just nodded.  Knoxx continued, "Maybe you
can demonstrate it on her so we can understand why she objected.  We know
that Miss Suzuki was fitted with anal devices during the Wytham
experiments, and this looks to be similar in size to those things." Amy
gasped and started crying again.  Whiteside said, "Sure, we can do that. 
Amy, why don't you come up and bend over the front table?  Sam, can you
please insert this into her again?" There was a stunned silence as
Whiteside led the naked girl up to the table where Knoxx was seated. 
Whiteside bent her over so that her bare breasts were pressed against the
table top and her bare ass was thrust out towards the audience. As Sam
Steadman was starting to spread lubricant in Amy's ass, Linda stood up and
yelled, "Stop it, stop it, stop it.  You can't do this to her." And Linda
came up and hugged Amy's bent over shoulders.  Both girls were crying, but
Amy managed to say, "Lindy, it's okay, it's okay." It really wasn't okay
with Amy, but she didn't want Linda to get in trouble. Knoxx leaned over
and lifted Linda from Amy's bent over form, and he said to her, "Miss
Hathaway, please return to your seat." Whiteside led Linda back to her seat
in the front row; Linda tried to dry her own tears with a tissue.  Steadman
finished spreading the lubricant in Amy's ass and on the butt plug, and
then he quickly shoved it into her butthole as the audience gasped. 
Whiteside helped Amy stand up straight, and then she guided Amy's shoulders
so that the naked girl made a 360 degree turn for the audience and the
committee.  A piece of paper had stuck to one of Amy's breasts when it had
been pressed to the table, and Whiteside removed it and returned it to the
table. Knoxx looked at the tail hanging from Amy's butt and said, "Miss
Suzuki, why did you try to run away after having this put in?  Does it hurt
you?" Amy sniffed back her tears and said, "I tried to leave before it was
inserted, not after.  No, it doesn't hurt, but I knew it would be really
embarrassing, and it's just as embarrassing now as it was then." Knoxx
replied, "Well, as I've told you many times, a large part of your
punishment is supposed to be your embarrassment.  Okay, Dr.  Whiteside,
what happened the second time?" Whiteside said, "Well, we had hooked her to
the wagon, and . . ." Knoxx interrupted, "How did you hook her to the
wagon?" "Oh, sorry, sir.  The little wagon had shafts on the hitch, and we
used special tape to strap her arms to the shafts.  This would help her
pull the wagon along; that is, she could use the strength in her arms
rather than just her hands to pull the wagon." Knoxx nodded and said, "Go
on." Whiteside said, "We have a bridle-like device with a bit that we
wanted to fit over her head and into her mouth, but she complained, shut
her mouth tightly, and tried to run away.  But she couldn't get far,
because she would have had to pull the wagon." Knoxx said, "Okay, Miss
Suzuki.  Why did you resist?" "I felt that they were treating me like an
animal rather than a human being", she replied. Knoxx essentially ignored
what Amy had just said, looked at Whiteside, and said, "Can you demo this
device for us so we can understand better?" Whiteside nodded and took the
bridle and bit from Sam Steadman.  Amy just stood there, opened her mouth,
and let Whiteside slide the bit in and fit the bridle over her head.  Then,
Whiteside attached the reins to the bit and led the naked girl across the
front of the room and back again. Knoxx smirked and said, "So, this was how
she was led around except at the festival she was pulling a wagon?"
Whiteside just nodded.  Knoxx continued, "Well, Miss Suzuki, can you talk
with that bit in your mouth?" Amy mumbled, "N-n-not . .  ery . .  ell, . .
ir." Whiteside translated, "She tried to say 'Not very well, sir'.  Since
she wouldn't be understandable, we just told Amy not to talk during the
performance." Knoxx said, "All right.  We understand why she tried to get
away those two times.  But were those the only decorations for her?"
Whiteside replied, "No, I also put her hair in a ponytail using a brightly
colored elastic hair wrap, and I put two flowers in her hair." Knoxx
replied, "Oh, you must have done that before putting on the bridle, right?"
Whiteside nodded and Knoxx said, "Well, maybe you can do that for us now?
Feel free to remove the bridle, if you need to." Whiteside said, "Umm, well
I've only got one of the flowers; evidently, it fell out when we took off
her bridle, because I found it on the ground a few minutes later.  When Amy
left the festival, she was still wearing the other flower and the hair
wrap. I don't know what happened to them.  But here, I'll slide in the one
flower to show the general effect." Knoxx frowned and said, "Okay.  Any
other decoration?" Whiteside said, "We also used lipstick to accent her
vaginal lips.  Just to make them sort of stand out more.  Again, when Amy
left the fair, she still had that lipstick on, but she doesn't now.  I can
quickly do it again so you can see the idea.  Okay?" Knoxx nodded.  And
Whiteside knelt in front of the trembling naked girl and re-created the
exaggerated pussy lips on her shaved pubic mound.  Whiteside turned the
naked girl to face the committee, and Amy could feel the men's gaze on her
pussy. Knoxx then asked, "Anything more decorations?" Whiteside replied,
"Umm, not exactly decoration on her, but we also had a buggy whip that we
asked Kaylee and Shauna to use as part of simulating control over Amy." Sam
handed Whiteside the whip. Knoxx said, "So, you actually whipped Miss
Suzuki?" Whiteside answered, "Unfortunately, yes.  Not me or my sister, and
we explicitly told Shauna and Kaylee to only pretend to hit her.  But later
I noticed some red marks on her buttocks, and they told me that they had
whipped her.  You can still see the red marks on her ass." She turned Amy
so that the committee could see her naked butt and pointed to the several
red marks, which had faded a bit, but were still clearly visible. Knoxx
frowned and said, "Well, I'm very sorry to hear that.  Miss Keplar and Miss
Denton, I'm appalled that you would hit her after being told in no
uncertain terms not to.  And Miss Suzuki, I apologize for the whippings. 
It was never, ever the intent of this committee for you to be corporally
punished like that.  We only meant for you to have non-corporal punishment
such as embarrassment." Amy just stared at him. Then without any
instruction from Knoxx, Whiteside led Amy back and forth across the front
of the room showing off the decorated naked girl and brandishing the whip.
Knoxx said, "Ms.  Whiteside, please remove the bit and bridle so she can
talk to us.  But leave the tail, the flower, and the lipstick - and of
course, leave the handcuffs." Whiteside unbuckled the bridle strap and slid
the bit out of her mouth. Knoxx said to Amy, "All right, Miss Suzuki. 
You've got some more explaining to do.  What happened to the hair holder
and the flower?  Why did you remove the lipstick on your lower lips?" Amy
said, "After I left the festival, I stopped at a restroom a few blocks
away. I noticed that I was still wearing the things in my hair, and I knew
that you wanted me to be totally nude.  So, I took them out and left them
in the restroom.  Similarly, I wiped off the lipstick, because I didn't
think it was permitted outside of the festival." She turned to Whiteside
and said, "Professor, if you want those things back, they are sitting on
the ledge above the sink in the ladies restroom close to Crockett's Bridge,
you know, the famous covered bridge not far from the park." Knoxx said,
"But you admit that you walked a few blocks with the flower and hair wrap,
right?" Amy said sheepishly, "Yes, sir." Knoxx said, "And that was another
violation of the total nudity rule, right?" Amy just nodded sullenly. Knoxx
looked over at Lucas Telford, who was taking notes, and he said, "Luke, it
sounds to me like we've got two non-cooperation violations plus one
required-nudity violation.  Please add those to the list." Amy's head
sagged. Knoxx looked through the stack of papers, pulled out a slip, and
then went on, "Now, you mentioned an argument between Miss Suzuki and these
two girls.  Is that related to this note from Miss Denton that Miss Suzuki
had bitten her?  I thought she had a bit in her mouth all the time, and so
how could she say anything much less argue?  And how could she bite Miss
Denton with that in her mouth?" Whiteside answered, "Yes, it's all part of
the same incident.  We asked the girls to make sure to give Amy water to
drink during the performance.  And at one point, Amy refused, because she
wasn't thirsty.  She refused by shaking her head and keeping her mouth
shut; so, I guess it wasn't a verbal argument.  And the girls decided to
force the issue, and Shauna tried to hold open Amy's mouth while Kaylee
poured in the water.  Somehow during the struggle, one of Shauna's hands
slipped from her mouth and Amy's jaw snapped shut on the other hand which
was still on her upper teeth.  We don't quite understand how it happened
with the bit still in Amy's mouth, but the marks on Shauna's fingers are
proof that it did." Knoxx motioned to Shauna Denton who was sitting in the
second row and said, "Miss Denton, please step down in front of the table."
Denton stood right next to Amy and Knoxx said, "Why did you force her to
drink if she didn't want to?" Denton said, "Dr.  Whiteside told us to show
control over her as part of the performance, and we basically were trying
to pretend that we were punishing her." Knoxx was puzzled and said, "Umm,
I'm not following.  So, prying her mouth open was the punishment?  What was
she being punished for?" Denton fidgeted and lied, "We were punishing her
for talking.  Dr.  Whiteside told us that Amy was not allowed to talk, but
she tried to several times behind her bit." Amy shook her head violently
and said, "That's not true!  I never said anything.  The only noises I made
were screams when they hit me with the whip.  They were trying to force me
to drink enough water to make me pee on the ground like a horse does, and I
didn't want to do that." Knoxx looked at Whiteside and asked, "Well,
Professor, what's the story here?" Whiteside said, "This is the first I've
heard about Amy breaking the no-talking rule, and the business about
forcing her to pee like a horse is consistent with what Amy told me at the
time." Knoxx looked at Denton and said, "Miss Denton, I'm sorry that you
were bitten, but frankly, it sounds like you deserved it in a way.  So, I'm
going to tear up your note.  We're not going to charge Miss Suzuki with any
violations due to this incident.  Please sit down, Miss Denton." Knoxx
sighed and said, "Well, Miss Suzuki, what can I say?  But you know that the
punishment agreement that you signed allowed your naked body to be used for
artistic purposes, and that's exactly what Ms.  Whiteside was doing with
this performance.  So, I'm leaving those three violations on the list. 
Also, I should remind you that the original punishment schedule did not
include this time at the festival today.  We added that punishment activity
plus the total nudity punishment because you misbehaved a few days ago. 
So, in a sense, you brought all of this on yourself." The naked girl bowed
her head and watched her boobs jiggle as she held back a sob; she knew he
was technically correct. Knoxx continued, "Okay, that wraps up the
discussion for this afternoon's performance.  But we're going to leave the
tail, handcuffs, flower, and lipstick on you for the rest of this meeting,
Miss Suzuki.  Now, let's see if we can pick up the pace here a bit. 
Yesterday, you asked us to allow you to get a ride to the Gamma house just
moments after we told you that you weren't permitted to ride in a car. 
That's a non-cooperation violation.  Next, you were late starting the panty
auction last night; my watch showed 7:02 PM when you began.  That violates
the being-on-time rule.  That brings us to the next one in this stack of
paper.  Mr.  Zacharias says that you left the keys to the truck in the
ignition making the truck susceptible to theft.  Is that correct, Miss
Suzuki?" Amy just nodded. Knoxx continued, "Let's see, I already covered
your carrying the phone to the stairwell last night.  But related to that
is Miss Stubbins's complaint that you were hiding your body in the
stairwell.  Miss Stubbins, please explain." Kelly Stubbins stood up and
said, "As the RA on our dorm floor, I was monitoring the hallways about
1:30 AM when I heard talking coming from the stairwell.  I peeked through
the window of the firedoor and saw Suzuki's naked body sitting on the step
with a phone to her ear.  It looked to me as if she were seeking a private
refuge so I wouldn't see her body." Knoxx turned to Amy and asked,
"Comments, Miss Suzuki?" Amy just said, "I was talking to my boyfriend,
Dwight Henderson.  I wasn't trying to hide my naked body; I just wanted
privacy while talking." Knoxx brusquely replied, "Sounds like the same
thing to me.  That's a no-hiding violation.  The next one on this stack is
from Jennifer Grafton.  She has two items on this piece of paper.  First,
you were carrying a cell phone into the hallway early this morning. 
Second, a couple of minutes later she saw you carrying a big purse down the
hall.  Miss Grafton?" Jennifer stood up and in her deep British accent
said, "Kelly asked me to write down these things after I told her about
seeing Amy in the hallway.  With the mobile, oops, I mean the cell phone,
Amy said she was just trying to muffle the alarm noise so that it wouldn't
wake up her roommate, Linda.  Amy wasn't actually making a phone call. 
After I went to the loo, that is, the toilet, Amy and I passed in the
hallway; she was carrying a bag, which I guess contained her makeup
supplies.  Kelly told me that Amy is not allowed to carry anything today."
Knoxx looked at Amy and merely said, "Comments?" Amy sheepishly said, "Yes,
that's right.  And I'm sorry I made those mistakes." Knoxx continued,
"Next. Miss Stubbins said you didn't have your ID card when you came to
breakfast, and you asked her to let you in anyway.  Miss Stubbins?"
Stubbins said, "Yes, sir.  That's right.  Our kitchen supervisor, Mrs. 
Jefferson, told us on Saturday to check ID cards this weekend to make sure
that non-students didn't sneak in for a free meal.  Suzuki didn't have her
ID.  Eventually, I let her in because Mrs.  Jefferson told me to." Knoxx
said, "Miss Suzuki?" "That's correct.  But I wasn't carrying the card,
because I'm not permitted to carry anything today." Knoxx replied, "Well,
I'm sorry but the non-cooperation violation stands, because you could have
asked someone, such as Miss Hathaway, to carry the card for you.  Next,
another complaint from Miss Stubbins.  This one says that you carried your
food tray in the cafeteria." Stubbins stood up, but Knoxx went on, "No
further explanation is needed, Miss Stubbins.  This is very clear.  Miss
Suzuki could have asked you or Mrs.  Jefferson or anyone else around to
carry the tray for her.  Next, I have two notes here from my secretary who
talked with Mrs.  Sally Wright, who is sitting here in the front row.  The
first note says that Miss Suzuki hid her body from your view.  The second
says that she removed a vibrator from her vagina.  Mrs.  Wright, could you
please explain?" The woman stood up and said nervously, "I'm Sally Wright,
and I wanted to take my 6-year old daughter, Stacey, to the day care center
playground this morning.  My husband, Tom, is a contract employee for the
plumbing company that the university uses, and that employment allows us to
use the day care center on campus.  And we really want to thank you for
letting us use such a nice facility for a nominal charge.  But I was
appalled to be confronted not once, but three times by this naked woman. 
Why is she permitted to run around naked corrupting the morals of young
children like my Stacey?  The first time we met her was when we walked into
the playground, and there was this nude girl leaning against the jungle gym
with a bright pink vibrator stuck into her vagina with a group of these
photographers taking her picture.  Thankfully, the photographers formed a
semi-circle around this naked lady to try and block her from my daughter's
view.  But my daughter scooted to the edge of the semi-circle and watched
as this woman pulled the vibrator, or dildo, or whatever it is, from her
'wee-wee' as my daughter calls it.  I was disgusted and I pulled my
daughter away, and we left.  We walked around campus for an hour or so, and
I let my sweetie play around some of the statues and other things, and lo
and behold, here comes this naked tramp again flaunting her body at us.  I
turned and guided Stacey away.  Then, later about 11 o'clock, we were
playing in the playground when this naked thing shows up again doing
something to the bulletin board.  She mumbled some apology and left.  I
sure hope that this is the very last time in my life that I see this
woman's naked body." After a two or three second pause, Knoxx said, "Well,
Mrs.  Wright, let me extend an additional apology to you.  Most of your
complaint should be addressed at this committee, since we were the ones who
allowed Miss Suzuki to be naked here today.  Actually, we insisted that she
be naked as part of her punishment.  So again, I'm sorry.  But I also thank
you for coming today and helping us confirm Miss Suzuki's rule violations.
Removing the vibrator is a non-cooperation violation.  And hiding behind
the photographers is a no-hiding violation.  Mr.  Garoni, can you say
something about this please?" Garoni stood up from his seat in the last row
and said, "Mrs.  Wright, I'm also very sorry about what happened.  I did
indeed urge our photographers to try to block your daughter's view of Amy.
For your sake, I'm glad I did that, because it helped a little bit.  But
for Amy's sake, all I can say is that I'm sorry, because it seems to have
cost you another violation.  I'm sorry, Amy." Knoxx said, "Okay, two more
violations.  Next, this note from Mr.  Conrad says that you didn't clean
some bulletin boards as he instructed.  Mr.  Conrad?" Marvin Conrad, the
deputy maintenance supervisor, stood up and said, "Yes, sir.  I asked Amy
to remove all the staples from the boards that she processed this morning.
We ask people posting notices to use push pins rather than staples, but
staples still appear too often on the boards.  But when I checked a few
boards after Amy left, I saw notices still posted with staples." Knoxx
shook his head as he looked at Amy saying, "Miss Suzuki?" Amy smiled
briefly at Conrad and said, "Yes, I did leave some staples behind, but only
in non-expired posters.  There were several copies of a poster advertising
a graduation lunch for tomorrow, and Mr.  Conrad told me to leave such
posters up on the bulletin boards.  Unfortunately, these were put up with
staples rather than push pins.  On one board, I replaced the staples with
push pins from elsewhere on the board, but it took a lot of extra time to
swap out those staples with push pins, and if I did that for every board, I
would not finish on time.  So, I elected to leave those luncheon posters up
so I could finish the overall job.  It was a trade-off, and it sounds as if
I made the wrong choice." Knoxx said, "Yes, you did.  You should have
figured out a faster way to remove those staples.  So, that's a
non-cooperation violation.  Actually, we've been saying that wrong during
this meeting; rather than a 'non-cooperation' violation, it's a violation
of the full-cooperation rule." Knoxx kept going, "Anyway, we're almost
done. The two city police officers sitting here handed me a copy of their
report.  Although I can make out a few things in it, like '311 indecent
exposure' and '647 lewd conduct', most of this is abbreviations and jargon
that I don't understand; so, let me ask them to explain.  Let's see,
Officer Samantha Oxford and Officer John Snow, will one of you please
explain what happened about an hour ago?" Amy had been surprised to see the
two cops sitting in the room when she arrived, because the cops had seemed
to drive away when they stopped escorting her.  Evidently, they had parked
nearby and come up the elevator while Amy was coming up the stairs. Officer
Oxford got up and said, "Yes, on our neighborhood patrol this afternoon, we
encountered Miss Suzuki walking naked along the sidewalk.  This is an
obvious case of indecent exposure, that's code 311, at the least or lewd
conduct, code 647, in some situations.  When we explained that we would
have to take her downtown for further questioning, she attempted to run
away, which we interpreted as avoiding arrest.  So, we handcuffed her and
called it in.  We were told to talk with you, Dr.  Knoxx, and after doing
so, we decided that your punishment of her was sufficient and so we let her
continue.  You asked us to leave the handcuffs on her.  To ensure her
safety, we followed along in our police vehicle.  That's about it, sir."
Knoxx replied, "Thank you, officer.  So, let me clarify.  Miss Suzuki
attempted to flee, and we consider that to be a non-cooperation violation.
Also, she let you follow her even though we very explicitly told her not to
permit anyone to follow along like that." Oxford said, "Yes, she did make a
slight motion that we interpreted as attempting to flee the scene.  But for
the following-her-along-in-a-vehicle issue, that was our idea.  Miss Suzuki
did try to talk us out of it, but we insisted for the sake of her personal
safety.  It is very dangerous for a pretty young woman like this to be
walking alone in the nude down city sidewalks especially with her hands
cuffed behind her back.  Personally, I don't think you should penalize her
for us following her." Knoxx pondered this for a moment and said, "Well,
okay.  Now, as I told you on the phone, this committee has established its
own rules that Miss Suzuki is required to follow as part of her punishment.
Specifically, she is not allowed to hide or cover her body from anyone
else's view.  Did you see her doing that?" Oxford sighed and said, "Yes,
sir.  We did.  When we drove up to her, she was standing still facing us
with her hands at her sides and her fists kind of clenched; her full front
was visible to us, face, breasts, pubic area.  But when we started to
question her, she dropped her hands in front of her pubic region as if
hiding it." Knoxx looked over at Amy and said, "Miss Suzuki?" Amy gave him
a surprised look and said, "I don't remember doing that, but since they saw
me do it, I must have done it accidentally.  I'm sorry." Knoxx responded,
"Okay, out of all of that, it sounds like we've got two violations.  One
non-cooperation for trying to leave and a no-covering violation.  We'll
ignore the no-escorting violation.  Thanks to both of you officers.  Now,
finally Miss Suzuki, you walked in this door at 5:02 PM by my watch, which
I think is accurate.  This meeting was supposed to start at 5 o'clock
sharp. So, that's a not-on-time violation." Knoxx was about to continue
when Amy interrupted, "Excuse me, sir.  Can I say something about that?" He
gave her an annoyed look but said, "All right.  But quickly." Amy said,
"Thanks.  I'm sorry, but I didn't know that today's meeting was going to be
held up here til I got to your office.  And I arrived in your office right
at 5 o'clock.  Mrs.  Duckworth then directed me to come up here." She
turned to Duckworth and gave the women a quick glance and a smile. Knoxx
also looked at the secretary who just nodded back at him.  But Knoxx said,
"Well, I see your point.  But you should have left enough slop to allow for
such a thing.  If you got to my office exactly at 5, then you cut it too
close.  The on-time violation stands." Amy slumped her head and shoulders.
Knoxx turned to Telford and asked, "Okay, Luke, what do we have?" Telford
replied, "8 full-cooperation violations, 2 on-time violations, 1
required-nudity violation, 2 no-hiding violations, 1 no-covering violation,
3 no-carrying violations.  That's a total of 17 violations in the last 24
hours.  Shame on you, Miss Suzuki." Amy felt her breasts begin to shake as
she started to cry.  She was really afraid that she was going to be
expelled in the next few minutes, and all of her naked determination would
be for naught.  She glanced over at Linda and saw that her friend was also
crying. Knoxx said, "Miss Suzuki, we're going to talk about your additional
punishment in a minute, but we want you to be totally naked for that.  So,
Ms.  Whiteside, could you please remove her decorations?  And officers,
could you please remove her handcuffs?  Officers, please go first." Snow
came up behind the naked girl and used snippers to remove the plastic ties
around her wrists.  Amy briefly rubbed her wrists, but she then let Sam
Steadman lean her over the table again and he pulled the butt plug out of
her ass; he held her down with a hand on her bare back as he wiped her ass
with a tissue.  She tried to get up when he seemed to have finished, but he
continued to hold her down as he wiped another tissue through her entire
crease, front to back; Amy started to cry again at this intimate cleaning
by a virtual stranger.  After he let her up, Whiteside slipped the flower
out of her hair and then asked, "Umm, Dr.  Knoxx, what about the lipstick
down there?" Knoxx said, "Just leave it.  She can wipe it off before she
goes to bed." The totally naked girl just stood there as Knoxx addressed
the entire audience, "I want to thank all of you for coming this afternoon.
You have helped us immensely.  You are all free to leave.  Oh, those of you
who live at her dorm, please don't wait for Miss Suzuki.  We want her
walking back there alone.  So, Miss Suzuki, please stay here and we'll
discuss your punishment.  Good night to the rest of you." As Amy stood
facing the committee, she felt a tap on her shoulder.  She turned to see
Nicole Larson's tear-streaked face.  Nicole said quietly, "Oh, Amy.  I had
no idea that they put you through this kind of hell.  And I just wanted to
tell you again that I hope you have a wonderful life after graduation. 
Bye." Nicole was staring daggers at Knoxx as she hugged Amy.  And Amy
teared up in appreciation and she let Nicole hug her tightly although Amy
didn't really return the hug. As Nicole was hugging her, Amy saw that Linda
was standing behind Nicole as if waiting her turn.  And after Nicole left,
Linda softly said to her, "Sooz, it's getting late to make it to dinner. 
But Rekha and I will wait for you by the dining hall door til 6:25.  I'll
have your ID card with me, just in case Stubbins will be a hard-ass again."
Amy whispered back, "Thanks, Lindy.  I'll try to get there in time." After
everyone filed out, Amy was left standing naked in front of the five men.
And Knoxx said, "Okay, Miss Suzuki, punishment time, but I heard Miss
Hathaway say something to you about being late for dinner.  So, let me
quickly describe your punishment for this evening, and we'll discuss some
more tomorrow morning." Amy gulped as Knoxx went on, "Actually, you've
already experienced part of the punishment.  When I spoke with the police
officers on the phone, I told them to leave the handcuffs on you as
punishment.  So, that was part of it, but not all." He paused briefly
before going on, "Now, I understand that you are sort of an amateur barber.
You cut your father's and brother's hair when you were in high school,
right?" Amy was stunned.  This was sort of private family secret; she had
never told anyone about cutting her Dad's and Jason's hair.  She just
stammered, "Huh?  H-how d-do y-y-you know about that?" Knoxx gave her his
devilish smile and replied, "Well, it's amazing what one can find on the
internet these days." And now Amy remembered that in a computer class in
high school she had put together a little web site as part of an
assignment, and one of the pages was titled "Things you don't know about
me".  On that page, she had mentioned the haircuts.  But the instructor had
told her that those practice web sites would be deleted at the end of the
term.  And that was five years ago.  Amy had frequently Googled and Bing'ed
her own name on the internet, and that old web site never showed up in the
search results.  But somehow Knoxx had found that page. Knoxx looked at her
and asked again, "So, you did do their hair?" Amy blushed and said, "Yes, I
did." Knoxx continued, "Well, good.  Because tonight you're going to use
that expertise to provide free haircuts in the lobby of your dorm.  Only to
men.  Kind of a free tune-up for them for tomorrow's commencement
ceremony." Amy slumped her head and listened as Knoxx went on, "We've put
together these advertising signs, which you will carry back to the dorm. 
Then, you'll post them in the lobby before you go to dinner.  Miss Suzuki,
you're not looking at me.  Please look at the signs." Knoxx propped up two
almost identical signs about 24" x 30" that read: Hey, Guys!  Do you want a
free haircut tonight?  Underpants Amy is going to be giving free haircuts
in the lobby of Blankenship Hall.  7:30 PM til 11:30 PM But surprise, these
are the only underpants of hers that you'll see tonight! And on the right
side of the poster, Amy saw a pair of her panties taped up in a spread-out
fashion.  One poster had a pair of her white panties, the other a pair of
her flesh colored panties. Amy stared in disbelief at the signs as Knoxx
said, "You'll carry these back-to-back holding them above your head as you
walk back to the dorm.  Your total nudity rule still applies; so you'll be
giving these haircuts to the guys in the nude.  That is, you're nude,
they're dressed." He paused for a moment looking at her pussy and then
continued, "Umm, actually, you can wipe off that lipstick before starting
the haircuts.  Where was I?  Oh, Mr.  Conrad, the maintenance guy, will set
up an appropriate chair in the lobby along with a table and the supplies
that you will need.  And Mr.  Conrad has volunteered to be your first
customer.  If your barbering skills are kind of rusty, you can get a bit of
practice on him.  Any questions?" Amy quietly said, "No, sir.  I
understand." Knoxx said, "Good.  Oh, at 11:30, you will remove the panties
from these signs and give them to the next two guys in line as kind of a
consolation prize.  But you can stop at 11:30 and go to bed." Amy just
nodded.  Knoxx went on, "And I hope you get a good night's sleep, because
you'll report back here, well, actually to my office, at 7:30 tomorrow
morning for some additional punishment.  Total nudity tomorrow morning, but
you are permitted to bring along a bag with the clothes that you want to
wear when your punishment ends at noon.  You don't need to bring panties,
since we have three pairs left.  Those panties are pink, flesh color, and
off white with sort of a subtle pattern.  Please bring along three
brassieres that will coordinate with those panties.  The committee will
decide which panties and which brassiere you will wear under the outer
clothes of your choice.  The other panties that we have left in my drawer
will be returned to you along with your backpack when you leave at noon. 
Now, you need to get going.  And, Miss Suzuki, please, please try to avoid
any more violations.  You are at the very edge of our patience.  At the
moment, I can tell you that you will probably - and I emphasize that word
'probably' - get your diploma tomorrow.  But we still might expel you even
if you don't commit any more violations.  Good night, Miss Suzuki." Knoxx
put the two posters back-to-back and handed them to the naked girl. 
Without being told, Amy immediately raised them above her head as she
walked towards the meeting room door.  She held them briefly with one hand
as she opened the door, and then used both hands as she walked down the
hall to the stairwell.  Even while descending the eight flights of stairs,
Amy held the signs above her in the deserted stairwell.  She was glad that
the main lobby was empty, but she continued with the posters over her head
across the lobby and out the main front door.  Down the steps and onto the
sidewalk.

   Chapter 80 - Dinner at the Dorm Dining Hall

   As naked Amy walked along her usual path back to the dorm, she was
surprised that there were now more groups of people out and about.  More
family groups in town for graduation, she supposed.  She got the usual
gasps and stares from these people, but she walked on.  She felt just as
vulnerable now even though her hands were not cuffed, because holding the
signs above her head opened her entire body to view.  A couple of times,
guys stopped her so that they could read the signs - or so they said; she
suspected that they just wanted a close-up view of her totally nude body.
She was glad that it was only a 10-minute walk. In the dorm lobby, she saw
Marvin Conrad and two other workers just starting to set up the chair and
the supplies that she would need for the haircuts.  She just propped up the
signs in a couple of prominent spots in the lobby, and then she headed for
the dining hall. Linda and Rekha were waiting for Amy at the door, and they
each gave their naked friend a big hug.  Amy was relieved to see that Kelly
Stubbins was not on checkin duty tonight.  Linda had brought along Amy's ID
card, but Amy was still worried that Stubbins would hassle her somehow
about getting into the dining hall.  But the RA on duty, Jerry McKnight,
just smiled at the naked girl and waved her through. Linda said, "Uh, oh.
There's Stubbins sitting over there watching us, probably trying to catch
you doing something wrong such as carrying a tray again.  So, Amy, I don't
want you picking up a single thing until we sit down - not even a napkin.
You tell me what you want, and I'll put it on a tray for you." Amy replied,
"Okay, Lindy, thanks." After telling Linda what food she wanted, the naked
girl walked into the dining area and picked out an empty table, sat down,
and waited for her friends.  Unlike this morning, the room was fairly
crowded with probably a hundred people or so, and most of them stopped and
stared at the pretty nude as she walked to the table and sat down. A minute
later, Linda put down the tray in front of Amy and then returned to get her
own tray.  The three girls chatted idly about the surprisingly good ravioli
as they ate, but soon Amy asked, "Umm, Lindy, what happened this morning
after I left, anyway?  Umm, why did you write that note to Knoxx?  Sorry,
if that sounds accusatory, but . . ." Linda interrupted, "No, Sooz, it's
okay.  I understand.  Let's see, uhh, I guess it was 9:30 or so when that
camera guy, Garoni - is that his name?  - called me and I met him in the
lobby to get your stuff - the shoes and mortarboard, etc." Linda and Amy
glanced at each other with a knowing look because each realized that the
'etc' referred to the vibrator; they each smiled and Rekha gave them a
puzzled look.  But Linda went on, "And when I was walking back to the room,
I spotted Stubbins in our hallway going door-to-door talking to everybody.
When she got to our room, she told me that she knew you made a phone call
last night and asked about the phone.  When I said it was my cell phone
that I lent to you, she asked me to write that down on a piece of paper; I
didn't want to, but I knew that you'd want me to avoid getting in trouble,
and so I did.  And Stubbins then told me that Knoxx wanted me at your 5
o'clock meeting.  A few minutes later, Jenn from next door knocked on our
door, and she was crying and told me that Stubbins had asked her to do the
same things - write a note and come to the meeting.  Jenn and I talked
about it, and we realized that Knoxx was going to embarrass you in front of
us and force us to snitch on you publicly.  And then I thought of Dwight
and how he seems to be protective of you.  So, I called Dwight right away,
explained the situation, and convinced him not to answer his phone the rest
of the day or to come to the 5 o'clock thing.  It took some arm twisting,
but he finally agreed." Amy replied, "Oh, thank you, Lindy, for doing that.
I'm sure glad he didn't have to see me embarrassed like that.  It was bad
enough that you and Jenn were forced to go to that meeting.  Umm, can I
borrow your phone now?  I'd like to talk to Dwight." Linda replied, "Sure.
I'll carry it over there where you can have a tiny bit of privacy." She
pointed to the other side of the room.  Amy nodded, and the two of them
walked to the opposite side of the room where there was no one sitting
nearby.  Linda handed the cell phone to Amy and then walked back to the
table where Rekha was sitting.  Amy then punched in Dwight's number.  Amy
knew that she couldn't hide herself visually, but at least she could talk
privately.  She stood next to the wall, but she consciously turned so that
she faced towards the tables; her full frontal nudity was on display to all
of the diners. The phone rang four times, but then he answered.  He said,
"Hey, Linda.  Is she okay?  Is Amy okay?  Where is she?" Amy smiled broadly
and said, "Hey yourself, boyfriend.  It's me.  Yeah, I'm okay." Dwight
replied, "Oh, Amy, Babes.  Oh, I have been worrying about you all day. 
It's so good to hear your voice." She smiled and said, "And for me to hear
yours, too." Dwight went on, "Amy, Amy, Amy.  Are you really okay?  Please
tell me you're really okay." Amy replied, "Yes, Dwight, I'm okay.  And
please calm down.  You're sounding overly dramatic about all of this."
Dwight changed his tone, but only slightly, "Babes, I'm sorry for that. 
But I am truly worried about you." Amy felt the good kind of tears welling
up and she said, "Yes, I'm okay now.  I'm still naked, but I'm at the
dining hall with Linda and Rekha.  She let me use her phone again.  Today
wasn't too bad, so don't worry . . ." She paused at this point remembering
their promise about complete honesty.  She started over again, "Umm, honey,
we vowed to tell each other the truth.  So, umm, it was actually a truly
awful day, and it's not over yet.  I was . . ." Dwight interrupted, "I'm
coming over.  Meet me out front." Amy said, "No, no.  Dwight, I'd really
like to see you, too.  But they imposed some more punishment on me, and I'm
going to be busy for the rest of the evening.  In a few minutes, I've got
to be a naked barber giving free haircuts til 11:30." There was a brief
pause and then he replied, "Oh, Babes.  That bastard Knoxx.  He's
stretching this crap out til the very last minute, isn't he?" He didn't
wait for her reply and added, "Linda was probably right about keeping me
away from that meeting this afternoon.  I would have murdered that asshole
and the other guys.  If I ever see them . . ." Amy gasped, "Dwight, Dwight.
Stop it.  Don't even say the word 'murder'.  Do you hear me?" Dwight paused
a little bit longer this time before saying, "Oh, Amy.  I'm sorry.  My
temper was getting the better of me.  Of course, you're right.  And I'll be
seeing him at commencement tomorrow, won't I?" Amy was noticing another
side of her new boyfriend, and it troubled her.  But she knew that she
could deal with it, since she really loved him. She said calmly, "Can you
come over at 11:30?  Maybe we can spend a few minutes together before I go
to bed?  I need to go now, but I'll tell you more about my day later,
okay?" Dwight said, "Okay, girlfriend.  It's a date.  I love you." Amy
smiled and said, "And I love you, too, boyfriend.  Bye." Amy stood there
holding the phone making a conscious effort to not take a single step with
the phone in her hand.  A moment later, Linda glanced over at her, and Amy
signaled for Linda to come over.  As Linda approached, Amy handed her the
phone. On the way back to their table, they passed where Kelly Stubbins was
eating.  Linda saw that Stubbins was writing something down, and Linda
stopped and snarled, "Kelly, don't you dare report any violations.  Amy did
not carry a single thing; she did not take a single step with something in
her hands.  Got it!" Stubbins was taken aback, but she smirked at Linda and
her naked friend and said, "Yeah, okay." Back at the table, Rekha said, "I
just went to the bathroom while you were on the phone, and I saw posters
about you giving haircuts tonight.  Haircuts, Amy?  What's going on?  Those
posters weren't up there a few minutes ago." Linda said, "Huh?" And both
Linda and Rekha gave their naked friend a puzzled look.  Amy blushed and
said, "Yeah, it's my punishment for this evening.  Knoxx gave me those
posters to put up in the lobby." Linda said, "Haircuts?  Why haircuts? 
Have you ever cut a guy's hair before?" Amy replied, "Actually, I have a
bunch of times - my Dad's and Jason's.  It's kind of a family thing.  My
mother used to cut my Dad's hair and then my brother's to save money before
my father's business was well-established; money was tight in those days.
And I would watch her do it.  Let's see, I was in the second grade, so I
guess I was 7 or 8 at the time, and I asked if I could do it, and both Dad
and Mom agreed to let me try.  It turned out well that first time, and I
thought it was fun.  So, we continued, and I did my brother's hair after he
got a bit older, too.  And I've been doing their haircuts ever since; the
last time was when we were all together at home at Christmas time." Linda
wiped a tear from her own eye and said, "Oh, Sooz, that's a neat story. 
And a neat family tradition.  I've never heard you mention it before, but
you told Knoxx?" Amy replied, "I guess it's been kind of a private family
secret.  And no, I never told Knoxx, but he said he found out about it on
the internet.  Probably from a practice web page I did in high school." Amy
sighed and continued, "So, he decided to use it to embarrass me some more -
right up til this very last minute.  I only know how to do a couple of
hairstyles, and I've certainly never done it naked.  It will be
embarrassing, but I'll muddle through somehow." Linda said, "You said
'right up to the last minute'.  Does that mean tomorrow morning as well?"
"No, but he told me to come to his office at 7:30 tomorrow morning for some
additional punishment.  Umm, so, can I ask a favor?  Can we do this
song-and-dance routine with the ID card and the dining trays at breakfast
in the morning?" Linda smiled and said, "Oh, sure.  But I guess that means
I have to get my sorry ass out of bed when you get up early tomorrow,
doesn't it?" Amy laughed, "Yup, Hathaway.  That's exactly what it means."
She glanced up at the clock and said, "Can we go now?  I'd like to take a
quick shower before starting the haircuts." As they were getting up, Amy
laughed again and said, "You know, if they don't give me my degree
tomorrow, my new job at the newspaper is going to fall through, and I'll
need to do something to make a living.  Maybe I could open a topless
barbershop?  I'll bet I could make a fortune." They all chuckled nervously
and returned to the dorm. As the three girls walked up the side stairs, Amy
intentionally walked behind her two friends just to avoid the tiny bit of
additional embarrassment of them looking at her bare ass.  In their room,
Amy picked up her washcloth, towel, and soap, and she asked, "Lindy, can
you please carry these down the hall for me?" Linda replied, "Yeah, sure,
Sooz." The two walked wordlessly in the hallway to the bathroom where Amy
turned on the shower, stepped in, and took the washcloth from her friend.
Linda said, "I'll be back in 5 minutes to carry these back, okay?" Amy
answered, "Uhh, thanks, but actually, I'll just leave them here and you can
get them at your convenience.  And I'll just go directly from here to the
lobby." Linda agreed and went back to the room.

   Chapter 81 - The Beautiful Bare Barber

   Amy wiped the lipstick off of her pussy, finished her shower, stepped
out of the bathroom, and made the automatic turn back towards her room. 
But then she remembered that her destination was the very public lobby
rather than her very private dorm room.  She sighed, turned around, and
headed for the main stairway. The naked girl made her way down the stairs,
and just after she made the final turn to go down the last short flight of
several steps, she heard a collective gasp from the lobby followed by a
round of applause.  As the lobby came into her view, she saw a gathering of
about 30 guys watching her descend the final few steps.  She smiled
nervously as she looked out over the male-only crowd. She looked to the
right and saw Conrad standing next to little platform with a chair on it.
Conrad motioned her over and said, "Hello, Amy.  How do you like our little
setup?" Amy looked it over and realized that she would be on a stage while
giving the haircuts.  The stage was similar to the one at the panty
auction, but this one was only a foot or so high rather than 3 or 4 feet.
She gulped and asked, "Uhh, looks okay, Mr.  Conrad, but why so elaborate?
Can't we just put the chair on the floor?" Conrad replied, "Well, that's
what we thought at first, too, but we need to secure the chair to the floor
and we sure didn't want to drill holes in this nice granite tile.  So, we
brought over this little speaker's platform and used heavy-duty suction
cups to hold it solidly to the tile floor.  Here, look underneath, and you
can see how we did it." Amy bent over exposing her rear end dramatically to
one part of the gathering and her hanging boobs to another part.  She saw
the suction cups and just nodded.  Conrad said, "Pretty ingenious, huh? 
And then we modified this secretary's chair so that we could attach it with
bolts to the platform.  Solid as a rock." Conrad went on, "We're going to
have the guys line up in kind of a circular fashion so they can watch while
waiting, and let's see, there's a table over there at the back of the
platform with supplies - a couple of trimmers, some scissors, a razor,
shaving cream, towels, hair dryer, etc.  And even though we're not charging
these guys for the haircuts, they can still leave tips in this bowl.  We'll
give that tip money to the charity of your choice.  Do you have a favorite
charity?" Amy shrugged and said, "Not really." And Conrad said, "Well,
think about it and let me know later tonight.  Now, I'm going to be your
guinea pig to practice on.  Shall we get started?" Amy gulped and stepped
up onto the platform as Conrad sat down in the chair.  Amy draped the
barber cloth around his neck, and Conrad said, "There's a height adjustment
lever under the front of the seat.  Why don't you experiment with it to see
what level works best for you?" Amy blushed as she reached between his legs
groping for the bar under the seat; she finally found it off to the left
side, but not before her long hair had brushed across his face and her
boobs were only a few inches away. She pulled the lever and the chair sank
to its lowest level, and Conrad said, "Well, I guess I need to raise my
butt a little bit if you want it up higher." Amy nodded and said, "Yeah, I
do want it up." There was a snicker of laughter and some guy in the crowd
muttered, "Yeah, we've all got it up already." Amy blushed some more, but
she got the chair adjusted the way she wanted. The naked girl sighed and
said, "Okay, Mr.  Conrad, how do you want it cut?  Trim around the edges
and a bit off the top?" He replied, "Yeah, that sounds right.  And be sure
to lift it off of my ears." Amy's hands were shaking as she picked up a
comb and the electric clippers from the table.  She flipped on the trimmer,
and then she tentatively ran the comb through his hair deciding what length
was appropriate.  And she made her first cut by running the trimmer across
the comb guard.  That worked okay and so she repeated it again a few inches
away.  She quickly got the hang of using these tools, and she fell into her
routine that she had used many times on her father's hair - thinning out
the sides and back, using scissors on the top, adjusting the sideburns,
skimming the hairs from his neck, etc. Amy worked deliberately trying to
focus on the job at hand, but she was well aware of the way she moved
around giving the crowd many different views of her naked assets.  She
worked silently, and she was glad that Conrad didn't say much either. It
took her about 20 minutes to finish, and when she did, she removed the
barber's cloth from him and shook it out.  She handed him a mirror and she
held another one behind, and she waited for his approval.  Finally, he
said, "Okay, Amy, it looks good.  But I suggest that you pick up the pace.
We want to do as many guys as possible before you quit at 11:30.  Don't
worry about the hair on the floor; my guys will mop it up as you go along."
Amy said, "Okay, Mr.  Conrad." And then she looked over at the line and
said, "Next." A cute guy that she sort of knew stepped up on the platform.
She smiled and said, "Hi, Bert.  Have a seat." He sat down and she put on
the cloth and slightly adjusted the chair height.  And she said, "Okay,
just a trim?  Any special requests?" Bert sheepishly said, "No, Amy,
nothing special.  Just a trim like you did on him." And Amy went to work
repeating what she had done.  A couple of times, she sort of brushed her
bare pubic mound against his arm.  And once, her boob brushed across his
ear.  Each time she apologized with a quiet, "Sorry." It took her about 15
minutes, and at the end, he asked her to thin out the sideburns and raise
them just a bit.  He dropped a five dollar bill in the tip bowl, thanked
her, and stepped down. The next hour passed slowly, but she was gaining
more confidence about doing the haircuts with these tools, in this
environment, and in the nude.  She did five haircuts in the hour.  There
were a few embarrassing incidents, including twice when she stuck a nipple
directly into the ear of two different guys.  And the crowd seemed to enjoy
watching her bend over to adjust the chair height.  It was really
embarrassing to have her pussy so close to the hands and arms of the guys,
but there wasn't much that she could do about that.  Most of the guys so
far wanted to talk about her nudity, and so she kind of just nodded and
didn't say much.  But one guy wanted to talk about the Red Sox, and she
enthusiastically talked to him about the Sox's recent win over Kansas City.
That guy gave her a ten dollar tip when he left. After a pause of a couple
of minutes to get a drink of water and to relax her hands, she took the
next customer, who was a stranger to her.  He was a big guy with a buzz
cut, and Amy had to lower the chair to get him at the correct height.  She
shook his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Amy.  What would you like done?" He
replied, "Hi, I'm Jake.  And I would like what you've got, okay?" Amy gave
him a puzzled look, fluffed up her own long hair, and said, "You mean like
this?" He gave her a smirkish smile and said, "No, like this." And he
briefly brushed her pubic mound with his fingers.  "I see you've got a tiny
bit of stubble down there, and I would like just a little bit more than
that, but up here not down there." Amy blushed, but she put a number 1
attachment onto the clippers and quickly ran over his entire head.  The guy
was disappointed when Amy finished so quickly, and he asked for some
additional trimming of his sideburns and mustache just to keep her naked
body close to him for a little bit longer. About 9:30 during one of her
brief breaks, she spotted Kaylee and Shauna watching from the fringes. 
They waved at her and gave her a smug smile. A little while later, a guy
from the dorm, Ed Rollins, sat down, reached behind her, poked her butt,
and said, "What are those little red marks?  Did you get whipped for doing
something wrong?" Amy heard Kaylee and Shauna giggling, and she knew that
they had put Rollins up to this.  Amy replied uncertainly, "Yeah, I guess
you could say that." And she didn't say anything more about it even though
he tried to press the issue a little bit. Most of the rest of the haircuts
were routine trims, but there was one guy, Kyle Maxwell, who had a long
ponytail.  Amy worried when she first saw it that Maxwell would want the
ponytail removed, but all he really wanted was a trim around the edges and
his short beard shaped, and Amy was able to do that for him.  The
nipple-in-the-ear accident happened three more times even though she had
tried to avoid it.  And there were several quick gropes of her butt and
breasts.  And one guy even managed a quick fondle of her pussy; Amy yelped
a little bit when he did it, but nobody else seemed to notice. About 11:15,
there were still a dozen or so guys in line, but Conrad told her, "Okay,
Amy.  This is your last one.  So, go apologize to the others, but I guess
Dr.  Knoxx told you to give the panties to the next two guys in line.  So,
do that first.  Okay?" The naked girl just nodded. As the last guy sat
down, Amy retrieved the two posters and carefully removed her panties that
had been taped to them.  She walked over to Tom Axelson, who was the next
guy in line and who she knew from her classes, and she said, "Tom, sorry,
but there is not going to be time for me to do your hair.  But here, you
can have this pair of my white underwear.  I hope that will kind of make up
for not getting a haircut." Axelson looked crestfallen, but he said, "Oh
rats, Amy.  Umm, thanks for the panties, but umm, can I have the flesh
colored ones instead?" Amy shrugged and handed them to him.  She smiled at
him, shook his hand, and said goodbye. She didn't know the next guy in the
line, and as she shook his hand, she said, "Hi, I'm Amy, and I'm very sorry
that I won't get to cut your hair.  But if you want, you can have these
white panties instead?" The guy said, "Hi, I'm Troy Williams, and yes, I'm
sorry, too, because as you can see I needed a trim before graduation
tomorrow.  But yes, I'll take the panties.  Can I ask if you ever wore
these panties?" Amy couldn't remember if these were some that she had
purchased or not, and she couldn't tell by looking at them.  And her
immediate fear was that Williams would ask her to slip them on for a moment
just so he could say for sure that she'd worn them.  But that would have
presented her with a dilemma; if she put them on just for a second, that
would be a total-nudity violation; if she declined, that would be a
full-cooperation violation.  So, she decided to take a chance and she lied,
"Yes, they came from my drawer in the dorm; I probably wore them in April
sometime." He seemed to accept that. Next, the naked girl turned to the
other ten guys still standing in line and said to them, "I'm really sorry,
guys, but there's not time for the haircuts and I don't have any more
panties." She shook hands briefly with each of them.  And she returned to
the platform and gave the final haircut of the evening. When she finished,
she breathed a big sigh of relief and looked at Conrad.  She said to the
baby-faced man, "Can I go now, Mr.  Conrad?" He nodded and said, "Yes, in
just a minute.  My guys and I will clean up everything here, but tell me
what charity I should donate the tip money to.  There's about $80 here in
the bowl." Amy looked over at Keplar and Denton and said to Conrad, "Please
give it to the Battered Women's Alliance." The naked girl then shook hands
with Conrad, and she scooted out the front dorm door to look for Dwight. 
She didn't see him, and she turned to look at the lobby clock which showed
11:29.  When she turned back around, there he was driving up and parking
next to her.
He hopped out of the car, and the two of them fell into a silent
extended hug.  Amy knew that people in the lobby could see her bare butt
through the window as she stood there naked hugging her fully clothed

boyfriend, but she didn't care. As they broke slightly apart, he said, "Oh,
Amy, I want you.  I want you." She smiled and said, "Yeah, I could feel
that when you pressed against me.  And I want you, too." He looked down at
her erect tits, gave one of them a quick kiss, and said, "Yeah, I can see
that, too." They both laughed and kissed again.  He said, "Come on, let's
go back to my apartment." She sighed and said, "Oh, that sounds wonderful,
but you know I can't ride in a car tonight.  Can we postpone it til
tomorrow night?" He persisted, "How about that flea bag motel down the
street?  We can walk there." She shook her head and said, "Yuck, that place
is a dump, and it probably doesn't have any vacancies the night before
graduation anyway.  Please, boyfriend, can we do it tomorrow?  We can fuck
like bunny rabbits all tomorrow night.  Okay?" He said, "Well, okay.  But
what about your parents?  They'll be in town.  Won't they be upset if they
know you're spending the night with me?" Amy laughed and said, "Oh, heavens
no.  They know I'm not a virgin.  My Mom and I have had a lot of frank talk
about sex." Dwight looked at her quizzically, "So, you told her about us?"
Amy blushed and nodded, "Yes, she knows we've made love, but I didn't give
her any details." They both giggled, and he said, "Well, tomorrow night for
sure." He paused for a moment and continued, "Uhh, Babes, how much have you
told your folks about the last three weeks?" Amy replied, "Some, but not a
lot.  They know about my wearing only panties, about my posing nude in art
class, about the topless ushering where I met you, about the daily naked
meetings, and umm, I guess that's about it." Dwight continued, "What about
the two auctions, or the photoshoots, or Wytham, or the baseball game, or
the ground crew work?  Or the things that happened today that even I don't
know about?" Amy simply said, "Nope.  They don't know about those.  I'll
probably tell them everything sometime, but not tomorrow.  And I promise to
tell you about today tomorrow night, if you know what I mean?" "Well, okay,
I won't say anything to them.  And I am meeting them tomorrow, right?" Amy
answered, "Oh, of course.  Please meet me outside Kameron at noon.  That's
where I'm meeting my parents, and Linda and her mother will be there, too.
Bring your parents and sister, too; I'm looking forward to meeting them. 
We'll all go out to lunch before graduation.  And you know what?" "What?"
Amy giggled, "I'll be clothed for the first time since we've been dating.
These tits won't be so easily accessible to you.  Can you handle that?  Oh,
pardon the pun." Dwight laughed, "Yup, girlfriend, I can handle that.  But
I'll sure have fun unwrapping the package tomorrow night, and your gorgeous
body will be all mine.  I won't have to share even the view of it with
anyone else." He cupped both of her breasts and lightly brushed his thumbs
across her even stiffer nipples. She let out a soft moan and said, "Oh,
that feels good.  But, hey, boyfriend, I'm tired.  I've been naked and on
my feet almost all day, and I need to get up early again tomorrow." They
kissed again as they said goodnight, and Amy waved at him as she walked
back into the dorm.  She gave Conrad an acknowledging wave as she scooted
past him and up the steps. Back in the dorm room, Amy and Linda talked for
an hour or so.  Next, Amy quickly typed up the day's diary entry.  Then, as
she and Linda were setting the alarms and turning off the light, she said,
"Good night, Lindy." Amy glanced at the digital clock which showed 12:48
AM; she did a bit of mental arithmetic and said softly to herself, "Only 11
hours and 12 minutes left."

   May 21, Monday, Graduation Day

   Chapter 82 - Beginning of the Endgame

   The alarm clock jarred them awake at 6:15 AM.  As Linda got dressed, Amy
actually had a spring in her step even though she was still totally naked.
She was smiling because she could be a normal American girl this morning
and pick out what she wanted to wear even though she couldn't put it on
until noon.  She selected a pair of black slacks, a dark blue silk blouse,
black stockings, and a pair of black low-heel loafers.  And she opened the
drawer that held her brassieres for the first time in 3 weeks.  She picked
out 3 bras that would match the pink, off white, and flesh colored panties
that Knoxx still had in his office.  And she got the string of special
pearls that her mother had given her.  She dropped all of these things into
a big Nordstrom's shopping bag. Amy and Linda were the first ones in line
at the dining hall door just before it opened at 6:30.  They were
disappointed to see Kelly Stubbins doing the checkin duty, but Linda pulled
out two ID cards - her own and Amy's.  Stubbins just glanced at Linda's
card, but she pondered Amy's card for several seconds as if comparing the
picture on the card to the person standing in front of her.  Stubbins
scanned Amy's naked body from head to foot and said, "You know what I'm
going to do this summer, Suzuki?" Amy gave her a puzzled look, shook her
head, and said, "Uh, no.  What?" "Well, I'm going to do some backpacking in
Yosemite in California", Stubbins replied.  Amy shrugged as Stubbins
continued, "One of the places we're going to go is Stubblefield Canyon. 
And that sounds like a very appropriate name for what I see here this
morning.  You've got a field of stubble down there in your canyon - your
very own Stubblefield Canyon.  I'll bet Yosemite's Stubblefield will be a
lot better looking than Suzuki's Stubblefield." Stubbins laughed at her own
pun, but no one else did. Amy briefly glanced at her bare pussy and saw the
slight stubble that Stubbins was talking about; Amy said nothing and
continued to stand there blushing for Stubbins's inspection. Stubbins went
on, "And, Suzuki, as I said yesterday, I think they should have issued you
a new ID card when you decided to parade around in your undies.  Nobody
looks at your face anymore, just at your boobs and more recently your
pussy. But I guess this picture really is you.  So, go on in." Amy's eyes
teared up at being embarrassed by this mean girl for one last time, and as
she expected, she felt Stubbins swat her ass very hard as she walked by,
and she heard Stubbins yell, "And get a shave, Suzuki." Amy followed Linda
into the serving area, and she awkwardly held her hands at her sides as she
watched Linda put two plates on a tray.  But almost without thinking, she
reached for silverware.  However, just before her fingers were about to
pick up two forks, Linda grabbed her hand and said, "Amy, don't pick those
up.  Don't even think about touching anything til we sit down.  Stubbins is
watching us like a hawk." Amy looked back over her shoulder and saw that
Linda was right; Stubbins was looking directly at Amy.  Amy pulled back her
hand, and in an exaggerated gesture, she spread her fingers wide and showed
the empty hand to Stubbins.  And the naked girl meekly followed Linda
around showing her what food to put on the plate.  She sneaked another look
at Stubbins and found her still looking at Amy.  And just before exiting
into the dining room, she looked again and saw Stubbins still staring at
her, but Stubbins was talking to someone on her cell phone.  Stubbins
seemed to be just waving the students through the checkin process without
checking any more ID cards. Amy and Linda finished breakfast without any
further incidents except for the now expected many stares at Amy's naked
body. Back in the dorm room, Amy asked Linda to carry her toothbrush and
toothpaste to the bathroom and wait as Amy brushed her teeth.  Amy wasn't
going to take any chances; the only thing she was permitted to carry today
was the shopping bag with her clothes in it. Before leaving the bathroom,
Linda asked, "Are you going to take a shower?  I can go get your caddy of
showering stuff." "Uh, no", Amy answered, "They told me not to bother
showering because I'll take a shower later at the admin building after
doing some punishment chores this morning." Linda frowned, but said
nothing, and the two of them returned to the room. The two friends talked
for a couple of minutes finalizing plans for lunch with their families at
noon, and then Amy grabbed her Nordstrom's bag, let Linda give her a good
luck hug, took a deep breath, and headed out for one final embarrassing
episode - or so she hoped. She was glad to see that there weren't many
people outside at 7:15 as she began the walk to Kameron Hall.  The
10-minute walk also went by without incident except for some more stares
from the few passers by.  She climbed the stairs to the seventh floor and
was only mildly surprised to see Mrs.  Duckworth already at her desk at
7:28 when she walked into the office. Duckworth frowned at the naked girl
and said, "Here, give me that bag.  Dr.  Knoxx told me to keep it here by
my desk this morning while you are being punished." She made is sound as if
Amy was going to be lashed to a tree and whacked with a big paddle.  Amy
meekly handed over her clothes to the woman and then took her spot next to
Knoxx's door to await the morning meeting. Right at 7:30, the door opened
and Knoxx waved her into his office.  Laird, Telford, Farmer, and
Kirkpatrick were seated in their usual chairs, and the naked girl stood in
front of Knoxx's desk with her hands at her sides. Knoxx said, "Good
morning, Miss Suzuki." Amy just nodded as he continued, "I just had an
interesting phone call.  Please step around to the back of my desk so I can
examine you more closely." Amy gulped, but she did as instructed standing
only a few inches from the man keeping her hands at her sides. Knoxx stared
directly at Amy's bare pussy and said, "Yep, Miss Stubbins was right. 
You've got a lot of stubble showing down there, and I agree with her that
it doesn't look very good.  And that's a violation of the acceptable
appearance rule in your agreement, isn't it?" Tears started to form in
Amy's eyes and she silently nodded. Knoxx went on, "Actually, it's a bit
more than that.  What did Miss Stubbins tell you after checking you in for
breakfast?" Amy stammered, "Umm, uhh, she said something about going to
Yellowstone this summer.  Uhh, no, I think it was actually Yosemite.  I get
those two mixed up.  Backpacking in . . ." Knoxx interrupted, "No, that's
not what I mean.  What did she say to you as she gave you a friendly spank
on the butt?" Amy wanted to tell him that it wasn't a friendly pat, but she
replied, "Oh, I think she said something like 'Amy, you need a shave.'"
Knoxx replied, "No, that's not what she told me.  She actually said 'Get a
shave, Suzuki.' Didn't she?" Through her tears, Amy said, "Yeah, I guess
that's what she said.  But isn't that . . ." Knoxx interrupted again, "
'Get a shave' is an order given to you by a person of authority.  Did you
shave your pubic area after Miss Stubbins told you to?" Tears dripped down
Amy's cheeks and she quietly said, "No, I didn't." "Why not?", Knoxx asked.
Amy wiped her eyes with her hand, but her voice still broke as she
answered, "W-w-well, y-you told me not to bother taking a shower b-before
c-c-coming here this m-morning, and I us-usually do my sh-sh-shaving in the
shower." "But you could have shaved this morning without taking a shower.
Right?", he countered. Amy was tearing up again, and she meekly replied,
"Yes, that's right.  I'm sorry." Knoxx's voice raised as he said, "So, it
sounds to me like this is actually three violations, not just one.  The
first one is when Miss Stubbins noticed your unacceptable appearance.  The
second one is when you did not follow her instructions.  And the third one
is right now when this committee sees your still unacceptable appearance.
We will have to deal with those violations this morning." After a brief
pause, he went on, "You know, Miss Suzuki, a simple 5-minute shave before
breakfast would have saved you these 3 violations.  That's been kind of a
recurring theme these last few weeks; a single mistake or oversight by you
expands into multiple violations on these lists." He held up the lists of
her previous violations.  Through her tears, Amy watched him wave the
papers for several seconds. Knoxx then said, "All right, you can return to
your usual spot in front of my desk, and I'll tell you what's going to
happen this morning." Naked Amy resumed her position facing the desk and
the four men and Knoxx went on, "Do you know what the phrase 'on the
bubble' means?" Amy wasn't sure where this was going, and so she just shook
her head. "Well, it's a phrase heard often just before the big college
basketball tournament each March.", he said.  "The teams that are pretty
good, but not great, are said to be 'on the bubble' for making it into the
tournament.  Sometimes the selection committee lets such a team into the
tournament, but other times they reject the team - that is, bursting its
bubble." "So, think of yourself as being 'on the bubble'.  This committee
will decide your fate today.  But that decision won't necessarily be an
in-or-out-of-the-tournament like in basketball; there are possible shades
of gray." He held up the pieces of paper again and waved them as he said,
"In our opinion, you have not behaved very well these last few weeks.  We
thought we were being generous in allowing you to continue in school to
work toward your journalism degree, but you've disappointed us time after
time as these lists attest." "So, as of right now, every single option is
on the table for this committee.  Let me give you some examples.  We may
allow you to get dressed and go to commencement.  We may require you to
attend commencement as you are right now - that is, very naked.  We may
defer the decision by telling you not to attend commencement and assigning
you some additional punishment for the next few weeks into the summer at
which time we would decide about your degree and diploma.  We may let you
go to commencement, either dressed or undressed, but not give you a degree
and/or a diploma.  Or we may just expel you like we really wanted to do
three weeks ago.  We could do any of those things or we might think of
something else." Amy felt her breasts jiggle as she struggled to avoid
breaking down completely.  She wiped her eyes again, but she said nothing.
Knoxx continued, "But, Miss Suzuki, this is all up to you.  You have
complete control over the situation.  You can make it very simple for us by
just leaving right now and going home.  No degree, end of story.  Or you
can help your cause by performing this morning's punishment tasks
perfectly. So, I'll ask you right now.  Do you want to leave without
receiving a degree?" Amy really wanted to get this nightmare over with, and
the temptation to answer 'Yes' to that question was enormous.  But she was
absolutely determined to get her degree, and so she pulled back her
shoulders, thrust out her boobs, looked Knoxx in the eye, and forcefully
answered, "No, I will not leave.  I want my degree." Knoxx replied, "Very
well.  Now, do you have any questions before we discuss your punishment
duties for this morning?" Amy relaxed her at-attention stance just a little
bit and said, "You mentioned a possible option of extending the punishment
into the summer.  But the agreement that I signed says that the punishment
period ends at noon today.  It's not right to go beyond noon." "You are
correct, Miss Suzuki", Knoxx said.  "But that agreement does permit us to
assign additional punishment projects.  And if this committee decides to
extend your punishment beyond today, then we will draw up a new agreement
that you are free to sign or not.  If you don't sign it, then you would
definitely not receive a degree from this fine institution." Amy's breasts
jiggled again as she bit her lip and closed her eyes.  She took a few deep
breaths trying to maintain her composure and then she asked softly, "What
would that punishment be and how long would it last?" "Well", Knoxx said,
"it's somewhat difficult to say for sure right now.  But let me ask you if
you know Jillian Miller?" Amy had heard that name before but she couldn't
place it, and so she just shook her head. Knoxx said, "Jillian is the
supervisor of the University Hunt Club a few miles up the road.  We have
had tentative discussions with her about you helping out up there." Amy
gasped as she now remembered the name Jillian Miller.  Amy, Linda, and some
friends had gone up to that club for an afternoon horse ride last year, and
she had met Ms.  Miller, a no-nonsense person who took care of the horses.
Amy closed her eyes again, because she was afraid that she knew what Knoxx
was going to propose. Knoxx continued, "Jillian would like you to help her
take care of the horses and do some other chores.  How does that sound?"
Amy took a couple of more deep breaths that raised her breasts noticeably
and merely said, "Naked?" Knoxx said, "Naturally, you would be naked.  That
is only appropriate considering your original offense and your poor
behavior since then.  Also, we only have 3 panties left, and we might need
them for other things." He said this in such a way that it sounded as if
panties were the maximum amount of clothing under discussion. Amy
stammered, "H-how long?  Wh-where w-would I stay?" "Towards the end of
July. So, I guess that's about 8 weeks.  She thinks she could find a
separate stall for you in the barn.  Or maybe you could share with the new
mare that she told me about." Amy started crying and said, "Stall?  In the
barn?" Knoxx said, "Yes, again that's appropriate considering that you'll
be helping with the horses and other such things." Amy sniffed and asked,
"What other things?" "Well, you'd be pulling a wagon like you did
yesterday. She saw you at the art festival and that gave her the idea.  She
said she would come up with a body harness so you could pull a heavier
load, but she thought the bit and tail that you wore would work just fine.
And she thought bells attached to your breasts would be appropriate.  But
this wouldn't be an artistic demonstration like yesterday; this would be
real farm work." Amy just barely held back her tears and said, "Oh, no. 
Don't do that to me.  Not again." Knoxx seemed to ignore that and
continued, "Oh, one more thing she would want.  Each July, she puts on a
fox hunt for some alumni, and she thought an intriguing change this year
would be to substitute you for the fox.  You'd be naked, of course, and
given a head start of an hour or so, and then the dogs and riders would try
to track you down.  If you elude their capture for three hours, you'd be
given some sort of treat such as being given a pair of panties to wear
while you ate a nice meal with the hunters.  If they capture you, you would
be punished somehow, perhaps by serving the meal to them or maybe pulling a
couple of them in a wagon back to the barnyard.  She would work out the
details with you at that time." Knoxx was making up most of this as he
spoke.  He had briefly discussed the possibility with Jillian Miller of Amy
working in the stables, but Miller wasn't really interested.  Knoxx was
just trying to scare the naked girl, and he was succeeding because Amy was
appalled at the prospect of being treated like a horse or a fox.  She said,
"Oh, god, please, no.  I'm not an animal and . . ." Knoxx interrupted her
and said, "Miss Suzuki, please calm down.  This is just one possible
option. We don't even know that we will extend your punishment.  And if we
do, maybe it will be something else here on campus.  Anyway, the better you
perform this morning, the less likely such an option is for you.  Okay?"
Amy wiped away the tears from her cheeks, but some tears had dripped to her
breasts near her nipples and she just left them there glistening.  And then
she just silently nodded. Knoxx then said, "Well, time's a wastin'.  We
need to get you started on this morning's punishment.  Actually, I should
make that plural - punishments.  Our committee had already decided on a
couple of activities for you to do this morning as part of the punishment
for your many violations yesterday, but in light of your three new
violations this morning, we need to add some more punishment." The naked
girl couldn't stop the tears, and she wiped them away as she just stood
there listening to Knoxx continue, "If there had only been the one new
violation, that is, Miss Stubbins's report of your unshaved pubic area, we
would probably have overlooked it.  But you elected to ignore her
instruction to you to shave yourself, and that was a direct order from a
person of authority, that is, Miss Stubbins, who you knew is one of our
observers.  So, we . . ." At that instant, Knoxx's phone buzzed, and he
frowned, but said, "Excuse me, but my secretary is buzzing." And he picked
up the phone and listened for a moment before replying, "Yes, Mrs. 
Duckworth, please show her in." And a moment later, Kelly Stubbins walked
into the office followed by a young man who Amy had never seen before.
Knoxx smiled at the visitors and said, "Ahh, Miss Stubbins, that was
perfect timing.  We were just talking about you.  Please have a seat and
introduce your companion to all of us." Knoxx motioned Stubbins and the guy
to the couch right behind Amy.  The naked girl stepped to the side and saw
the sneer on Stubbins face as she stood in front of the couch.  Stubbins
said, "Thank you, Dr.  Knoxx.  This is my boyfriend, Nate Ashford." Ashford
shook hands with all of the men, and before extending his hand to Amy,
Stubbins said, "And Nate, this is the naughty, naked girl that I've been
telling you about, Amy Suzuki." Amy tentatively shook his hand and she
could see his eyes looking her up and down.  Stubbins and Ashford sat down,
and Amy took her spot only a few inches in front of them so that they were
looking right at her bare butt. Knoxx resumed, "Now, Miss Stubbins, I was
just about to tell Miss Suzuki about her additional punishment." At this
point, Stubbins reached out a hand and pushed Amy firmly on the side of her
bare hip.  Amy meekly complied and moved a couple of feet to her left so
that Knoxx and Stubbins could see each other.  Knoxx went on, "And I
thought that it would be very appropriate if you would supervise her
punishment, since you were the person who first noticed her unshaved
genitals this morning.  We thank you for coming so promptly after our
earlier phone call; I assume that you found a substitute to handle the rest
of your cafeteria checkin duty?" Stubbins nodded and said, "Yes, I asked
one of the other RA's to finish my shift.  And I'm very happy to hear that
I'll be able to assist you in punishing Suzuki this morning." Amy was
beginning to get a very uneasy feeling about this, and she felt a few more
tears drip from her cheeks to her breasts.  But she just stood there
waiting apprehensively. Knoxx looked at Amy and then at Stubbins and said,
"Good.  The punishment that we decided on is for Miss Suzuki to shave
herself this morning in a very public place - the front porch of Kameron
Hall.  And Miss Stubbins, we are going to give you free rein to see that
she gets shaved so that she looks respectable during the rest of her
morning's activities.  You can let Miss Suzuki shave herself, you can do
the shaving, ask passers-by to do it - it's entirely up to you.  However
you want to get the job done is fine with us.  But remember the ground
rules: must do it on the front porch, only Miss Suzuki can be naked, no
physical punishment, for example, no paddles or whips.  Otherwise, find
creative ways to create the maximum embarrassment for her."
Amy cried even harder, and she was unable to stop an audible sob.  If
she had turned to look at Stubbins, she would have seen a very devilish

grin on the RA's face. Stubbins said, "Sounds good to me, Dr.  Knoxx. 
Maybe Nate here can give me a hand.  But one question: Can we spank or slap
her with our hands?" Knoxx pondered a moment and replied, "Well, yes, I
suppose that's okay.  But only in moderation as part of embarrassing her.
You are not allowed to physically hurt her." "Thanks", Stubbins responded,
"That will help us keep her under control.  When do we start?" "In just a
few minutes", Knoxx replied.  "But first, we need to tell Miss Suzuki what
else she will be doing this morning." He shifted his gaze to Amy and went
on, "Miss Suzuki, please come with me over to the window; I want to show
you something out there." Amy meekly followed Knoxx over to the window at
the side of the office.  Knoxx stepped to the side and let the nude coed
stand in front of the narrow floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked a
parking lot and part of the quad.  She flinched as Knoxx put a hand on her
shoulder from behind as he said, "See those four vehicles parked down
there?" Amy just nodded.  "You'll wash them for us, inside and out, so that
they look nice for this afternoon's ceremony.  They are college vehicles
that this committee will be using today." Amy saw two Toyota Avalons, a
Cadillac Escalade SUV, and a Lexus LX SUV that were the only cars in the
roped off parking lot.  She of course knew that she'd be naked while
washing those cars.  She just sighed, nodded, and quietly said, "Yes, I
understand." Knoxx then put a hand on each of her shoulders from behind,
turned her around, and led her back to her spot in front of the desk.  He
re-took his seat, looked at her naked body for a moment, and then said,
"Also, there are some planter boxes on the front porch.  We want you to
plant a bunch of colorful flowers in them.  Mr.  Thorson will have the
flowers, soil, tools, and everything else you need ready for you to use."
In a whisper, Amy said, "Yes, I understand." Knoxx went on, "So, here's the
sequence of events.  You'll shave on the front porch.  Plant the flowers on
the front porch.  Wash the vehicles.  Take a shower in the basement.  And
report back here at 11AM.  The committee will then supervise your personal
preparation and select which clothes, if any, that you can wear.  Then, we
will let you know our decision about your fate.  Is that clear?" Amy meekly
said, "Yes, sir." Knoxx continued, "As I told you earlier, you are on the
bubble.  You are well advised to avoid any further violations.  Oh, since
we are adding the pubic shaving to your morning's activities, we'll be a
little bit flexible on the 11 o'clock time for resuming this meeting. 
Let's say, 11:45, at the absolute latest.  And you can expect it to run
somewhat past noon as well.  Any questions?" Amy wiped her eyes and quietly
said, "No, sir." Knoxx looked at Stubbins and said, "Well, Miss Stubbins,
she's all yours.  Everybody, have a good morning.  And that goes most
especially for you, Miss Suzuki.  Good bye."

   Chapter 83 - Pubic Procedure on a Public Porch

   The naked girl submissively let Stubbins tightly grab her elbow and
guide her out the door.  There were two men in business suits sitting in
the waiting room, and they gasped at the sight of the pretty nude being led
through the room and out into the hallway.  Ashford paused for a moment to
get a small case of supplies from the secretary, Mrs.  Duckworth. In the
hall, Stubbins said, "Okay, Suzuki, we're going to have a little contest.
We understand that you are not allowed to use the elevator, but naturally,
Nate and I are.  So, we're going to race you.  If you get down to the first
floor before we do, then you'll get to have a woman's experienced touch
doing the shaving - that is, I will be shaving you.  If we get there first,
you'll have a man's inexperienced approach to shaving your pussy - that is,
Nate will be shaving you.  Got it?" Amy sighed and just nodded.  Stubbins
then spanked Amy hard on her bare ass and said, "How was that for a
'moderation' spank, Suzuki?  Now, ready, set, go!" The three of them ran to
the other end of the hallway where the elevator and stairway were located.
Amy could feel Ashford looking at her bouncing boobs, and then at her butt
as she dashed into the stairwell.  Amy wasn't sure if she should hurry or
not, because she didn't want Stubbins, her real nemesis, to shave her
private parts; she was certain that Stubbins would treat her roughly and
find ways to embarrass her even more.  But she wasn't sure about having the
strange man, Ashford, doing it either.  From what Stubbins said, Amy
guessed that Ashford had not shaved a woman's pubes before, and Amy wasn't
sure about having a rookie scraping a sharp blade around her pussy. So, it
was a no-win situation, and Amy made only a half-hearted attempt to hurry
down the eight flights of stairs to the lobby.  She was breathing hard as
she opened the door on the first floor, and she was not surprised to see
Stubbins and Ashford standing there waiting for her. Stubbins looked over
at Ashford and said, "Well, my man, you get a real treat this morning.  You
get to practice on this tramp." Then she winked at him and added, "And then
do mine, a real woman's pussy, tonight." The clock in the lobby read 7:50
AM, and there was a stream of people reporting to work in the building. 
They stared at the nude girl who was being led out the front door onto the
porch.  Edgar Thorson was leaning on his cane off to the side taking an
inventory of the gardening supplies that Amy would need later. Stubbins
looked around and then said, "Okay, here.  Get down on the ground, Suzuki,
spread-eagle, on your back.  We'll do your front first." Amy gave her a
stunned look and stammered, "Wh-wh-what?  It's c-c-cold." "So?  I don't
care if it's a sheet of ice; get your naked ass down on the ground, well,
actually, it's concrete.  Face up.  And don't say another word.  Got it?"
Amy started to cry again, but she nodded and followed the order as she knew
that she must.  She shuddered as her bare bottom touched the cold porch
surface and again when her bare back touched down, and she slid her butt a
few inches so her head was at the front of a bench where Stubbins was
pointing with her legs stretched legs out toward the street.  She spread
her arms out above her, wincing when her knobby wrist bone hit the leg of
the bench.  And then she slowly spread her legs wide, opening her pussy
lips fully.  Several people stopped as they came up the steps to look at
the strange scene next to the front entrance. Amy closed her eyes which
were filled with tears, but she dared not wipe them and she felt the tears
roll down the side of her face and into her ears.  She just waited there
for several seconds expecting the shaving cream to be applied to her pussy.
But she was shocked to feel a rope being tied to her wrists and then bound
to the legs of the bench; Stubbins was doing her left hand, Ashford her
right hand.  Amy opened her mouth to complain, but remembered the
no-speaking order.  Then, she felt Stubbins grab her left foot and Ashford
her right, and they pulled her a few inches further away from the bench
toward the street so that Amy's arms were now stretched out tight above her
almost flattening her full breasts, her small dark nipples and areolas were
now eye-catchingly noticeable on her bare chest.  And as she feared, they
tied a rope around each ankle, spread her legs farther apart, and bound the
ropes to something she couldn't see.  (The ankle ropes were tied around the
feet of two trash containers.) She was now tied, naked, and spread-eagled
on the porch; completely helpless; completely at the mercy of her
antagonists. Stubbins said, "Open your eyes, Suzuki.  Look at me." Amy
opened her eyes, but she couldn't see Stubbins clearly because of the
tears. Stubbins went on, "Well, now.  I've been wanting this opportunity
for weeks now, and I thought it would never come.  But you slipped up and
gave me this perfect chance to get back at you for your snobbish, stuck-up
attitude.  However, you know what would make this even more perfect?  If
your bitchy roommate, Hathaway, were strapped down here naked next to you,
so I could shave both of your cunts.  I'll bet she's got a nice lush bush
that we could work on.  Doesn't she?" Amy knew she couldn't say anything,
and so she just lay there.  But Stubbins kicked her lightly in the ribs
while repeating, "Hathaway's got a hairy bush.  Doesn't she?" The naked
girl slowly nodded her head in agreement.  Linda had a normal amount of
pubic hair.  But Amy was alarmed by this talk of her good friend, Linda. 
Had Linda done something stupid and got sucked into this naked nightmare by
Knoxx or Stubbins?  Was Linda going to be led out here naked and tied down
next to her? Stubbins said, "I thought so.  Unlike you and your slutty, Yul
Brynner style mound with its accumulation of stubble.  It's too bad we
can't have Hathaway here, too, and so, Nate and I will have to be content
returning you to your required bald state down there.  Now, we don't want
you to be moving around when we've got this sharp blade so close to your
privates." And she held up the straight-edge razor that Amy could barely
make out through her tears.  "So, hold still.  We're going to start now."
Amy was surprised when Stubbins wiped her eyes with a tissue; a very minor
blessing, but it allowed Amy to see more clearly.  And turning her head
just a bit to her right, she saw Tyson Laird standing next to her bound
right hand; he was smirking down at her.  Then, she saw Ashford kneel down
between her wide-spread legs, and she expected him to lather up the shaving
cream.  But instead, she felt his fingers pull her clitoris all the way
from under its little hood, and he started to massage it.  Amy thought
silently, "Oh, god, they're going to make me come here in front of
everybody." And she tried to fight it by thinking about something else
besides the sexual stimulation.  She tried to think about one of the
questions on her journalism final exam, but it didn't help. Ashford said,
"Hey, Kel, look at Subaru's clit.  It really sticks out.  It was . . ."
Stubbins interrupted him with a puzzled look, "Subaru?" Ashford chuckled
and said, "Oh, sorry.  I guess I mixed up the Japanese cars.  You know
Subaru and Suzuki.  We work on both of them at the garage." Stubbins
laughed, "Yeah, this one is a Suzuki." Ashford also laughed and went on,
"Anyway, her clit was showing clearly before I pulled it out.  Just look at
it.  Wow, what a turn on!" He then reached farther down and slipped a
finger part way into Amy's moist vagina.  "Oh, I want to stick my dick in
here.  Please, Kel." But Stubbins said, "No way.  She's the only one who
can be naked here." Ashford protested, "But I don't need to be naked.  Just
let me get my cock out of my pants.  Oh, please, Kel." Stubbins replied,
"Can't do it.  We agreed that you could play with her, but no fucking."
Ashford persisted, "But she's getting turned on, too.  She's starting to
get wet down here, and look at her tits.  The nips are really getting hard.
She really wants it.  And I'm so aroused that my balls actually hurt!"
Stubbins said, "No, we're not allowed to punish her physically." Ashford
would not give up, "Oh, I'm not going to hurt her.  In fact, she's going to
really enjoy it.  Oh, please, Kel." He looked over at Laird as he added,
"They didn't tell us we couldn't fuck her." Stubbins hesitated a moment and
then knelt down next to Amy and started to gently twist the now rock hard
nipples.  Amy was afraid that Stubbins was going to give in to Ashford's
pleading when she heard Laird say, "Miss Stubbins, no sexual intercourse."
Stubbins just looked at Ashford and shook her head.  And Ashford closed his
eyes, bowed his head, and let out a soft moan; Amy suspected that he had
just come in his pants. Amy raised her head as best she could and watched
Stubbins lightly twisting her nipples.  And farther down she saw her pubic
mound rising and falling; she wasn't even aware that she was raising her
butt in such a vulgar display.  She lowered her head back down to the
concrete, closed her eyes, and admitted defeat as her body lurched and she
let out a low moan.  She had just come here on this public porch; it had
not been an intense orgasm, but the onlookers knew what had just happened.
After a moment, Stubbins said, "Wow, Nate.  You really got her going just
with your fingers.  Save some of that for me tonight where there won't be
any such restrictions." Ashford gave Stubbins a pleading look with his
mouth open breathing very hard. Amy lay there panting as Stubbins continued
with her tits and Ashford with her clit.  But after about a minute they
stopped and Stubbins said to her in a mocking voice, "Well, little miss
Subaru, your pleasure time is over, and we've got a job to do." Stubbins
turned to Ashford and said, "Give me that garden hose, and I'll wash her
down.  We need her completely wet down there before shaving." Ashford
started to get up to get the hose from the side of the porch, but Laird
said, "Wait.  That water's going to be really cold on her.  Grab that
bucket and fill it with warm water from the restroom." After all of Laird's
torment the last few weeks, Amy was relieved that he actually seemed to be
looking out for her welfare these last few minutes. Stubbins was about to
complain, but she then looked at Ashford and nodded.  While Ashford was
gone, Stubbins checked Amy's bindings and tightened one of the ankle ropes
that had loosened a little bit.  Then she stood between Amy's wide spread
legs and looked down at the helpless naked girl.  Stubbins said, "As you
could probably tell from Nate's comment about Japanese cars, he's an auto
mechanic, and he's used to working with his hands.  But he's not used to
working on a delicate thing like your pussy with a thing like this." And
she brandished the straight-edge razor in front of her again.  "You're a
perfect guinea pig for him to practice on." She just stared down at Amy's
pussy until Ashford returned when she said, "Get her good and wet down
there." And she waited as the guy used a sponge to soak Amy's entire slit.
Stubbins went on, "Good, now, here's the can of shaving cream.  Just squirt
a big glob of it on her mound and then rub it around down around her lips."
The campanile chimed eight times at 8AM as Ashford squirted the shaving
cream onto Amy.  He then spread it into a thin layer over her mound and
then down along her pussy lips next to her legs.  Amy twitched when she saw
him pick up the long straight edge blade.  Stubbins yelled, "Hold still,
bitch, do you want to get hurt?  That's why we tied you down." Amy started
crying again, but Stubbins ignored her and said, "Tell you what, Nate. 
I'll sit on her stomach to keep her still while you shave her.  Okay?"
Ashford agreed, and Stubbins straddled the naked girl with one knee on each
side.  She faced "south" so she could closely watch Ashford work.  Helpless
Amy felt Stubbins's jeans on her stomach and sides, and all that she could
see was the back of Stubbins's gray sweatshirt.  But she could feel the
sharp steel blade being gently scraped across her pubic mound just an inch
from her tender pussy lips. For the next few minutes, Amy just lay there as
motionless as she could.  Stubbins wasn't putting her full weight to Amy's
chest, but it was still uncomfortable to the naked girl, because the edges
of Stubbins's jeans pockets occasionally rubbed against her bare nipples.
Amy listened as Stubbins gave instructions to Ashford on how to shave her
mound, and then she felt the awkward stroke of the razor as Ashford
followed the instructions.  One time, Stubbins took the razor from him and
showed him how to shave in the crease between the lips and the upper leg.
Amy couldn't see that Stubbins had actually switched to the safety razor,
and so the naked girl tried to remain rigidly still thinking that they were
still using the long steel blade. Amy noticed that Laird had moved a bit so
he could watch the shaving from a better angle, and he said, "Miss Suzuki,
you realize that you could have completely avoided this embarrassing
operation by simply doing a 5-minute shave in private at the dorm, don't
you?" Amy started to cry again as she looked up at the man leering down at
her; she just nodded, because she knew he was right.  She should have
shaved herself earlier. As Ashford was wiping off the excess cream with a
towel, he asked Laird, "Before we turn her over, can I do her legs?  I see
a little bit of stubble on them, too." Laird looked at his watch and said,
"Sure, son.  We have lots of time for that, and it sounds like a fine idea.
And why don't you do her underarms since she's all laid out for you?" Once
again, Amy almost complained, since she had done her legs and underarms
just yesterday morning, and she knew they didn't need to be shaved again so
soon.  And her momentary good thoughts about Laird evaporated, because he
had just agreed to extend this humiliating torment for several more
unnecessary minutes.  She just bit her lip and continued to sob quietly,
and she turned her head to see Laird go back into the building. Stubbins
whispered urgently, "Nate, Nate, he's gone.  But I think it's only for a
moment.  Hurry, grab that hose, and we'll hose down this bitch's legs."
Stubbins quickly climbed off of Amy's stomach as Ashford smiled, and he
quickly followed her instructions.  Amy's whole body shook in a massive
shiver as Ashford sprayed the cold water on the naked girl's legs and
pussy. As Ashford was lathering up her legs with shaving cream, Amy
overheard a brief conversation by some onlookers.  A guy said, "Wow, who's
that hot chick?" And a girl answered, "They call her 'Underpants Amy'." The
guy responded, "Why?  She's not wearing any underpants now.  She's
completely naked, and I can see right up into her pussy." The girl said,
"Sorry, sweetie, I don't know why she's not wearing her underwear.  I know
she's being punished for streaking, but I thought they allowed her to wear
panties.  Maybe she did something more wrong, and they're punishing her
more severely.  Or maybe she's part of the graduation activities; I heard
that she was at the art and wine festival over the weekend serving as the
canvas for body painting and later pulling a wagon around naked.  I just
don't know why she's here.  But come on, it's cold out here and I want to
get to the union for breakfast and some nice hot coffee.  I've heard
they've got a band playing in the cafeteria, and then we can look at the
art displays.  I just heard someone say that Amy would be here performing
all morning.  Maybe we'll come back here later and watch her some more, if
we can't find anything better to look at." From her bound position on the
ground, Amy watched the feet and legs of the couple as they walked away
through the crowd; she didn't know who they were.  She was stunned to hear
the woman use the word "performing", and she then realized that she was now
just a sideshow to provide some graduation day entertainment.  Amy shivered
some more and continued to cry. Stubbins whispered to Ashford again, "Nate,
quick, dump out that bucket of warm water and re-fill with the cold water
from the hose before that man comes back." Ashford smirked and did what she
said. A few moments later, Laird re-appeared and he didn't seem to notice
the naked girl was shivering quite a bit.  He just re-took his spot near
her head.  Amy knew that she shouldn't say anything, and she just lay there
as Ashford knelt down between her legs.  And Stubbins re-took her position
straddling Amy's stomach again facing "south" so she could supervise
Ashford's shaving of Amy's legs. Amy felt Stubbins lean over and put her
hands on Amy's pelvis.  Stubbins said, "Okay, Nate, lather her up." And
Ashford squirted several globs of shaving cream onto the nude girl's legs
and spread it around.  Then, he was about to start shaving on Amy's inner
left thigh, but Stubbins said, "Whoa, Nate, you need to start at the bottom
and go against the grain." Then, Stubbins turned her head and said to Amy,
"See, Suzuki, I just saved you from a rookie shaver's mistake." Ashford
then started the shaving just above Amy's left ankle, and Amy lay there
rigid for the next few minutes as he ran the safety razor up her legs.  Amy
still was not aware that he was using the safety razor rather than the
straight edge, and she was really afraid of being nicked by this amateur
using an unsophisticated tool on her. As he was finishing Amy's upper legs,
Stubbins again spread open the crease between Amy's mound and inner thigh
so that Ashford could shave in there again even though he had just done
that same area as part of the pubic shaving. Finally, Stubbins said, "Good,
Nate.  Let's rinse her off now from the bucket." Laird saw the smirks on
Stubbins's and Ashford's faces and sensed that something was amiss, and he
said, "Wait a second, Miss Stubbins.  Let me make sure that water is still
warm enough." He reached his hand into the cold water and quickly pulled it
out again.  He realized what had happened, but all he said was, "Mr. 
Ashford, this water has cooled off too much; please go back inside and
re-fill this bucket with warm water." Reluctantly, Ashford got up, emptied
the bucket onto the nearby lawn, and went back inside the building. Laird
then said, "While he's gone, let me check to see if he's done a good job on
Miss Suzuki." And he knelt down between Amy's wide-spread legs.  He ran his
finger nail across Amy's bare mound and up and down her pubic lips. At the
same time, Stubbins pulled Amy's clitoris out again and started massaging
it.  Amy could feel herself becoming aroused again, and she tried to resist
her body's natural reaction to the stimulation of her clit and pussy lips.
Then, Laird said, "Oh, Miss Stubbins, is that ring from Adams High School
in Manchester?  Did you go to Adams?" Stubbins replied, "Yes, sir, I did.
Do you know it?" Laird said, "Yes, I also graduated from Adams many years
ago.  What a coincidence!  Do they continue to have a championship level
football team every year?" Stubbins continued massaging Amy's clit while
answering, "Yeah, we were state champs three years while I was there.  And
I heard that they won again this year." And Stubbins and Laird chit-chatted
about their memories of Adams High School while they continued their
stroking of Amy's very private parts.  They were oblivious to Amy's moans
until the naked girl came again in a more intense orgasm than before.
Stubbins climbed off of the naked girl, and she and Laird looked down in
surprise at the Amy's face which was contorted in a mixture of pleasure and
embarrassment.  They each just chuckled at the sight as Ashford returned
with the warm water. After Ashford sponged off Amy's bare legs, Laird made
another quick inspection and nodded his approval of the shaving job.  Laird
said, "Okay, let's do her underarms now." Stubbins said, "Nate, let me do
these.  I don't want you to have all the fun." And she again straddled
Amy's tummy, but this time she faced "north". Amy was still breathing
heavily from her second orgasm, and she was rolling her head back and forth
as well as straining against her bindings.  Stubbins slapped Amy's face and
said, "Hold still, Suzuki.  Do you want your tender underarms all sliced
up?" Amy looked at Stubbins dully and then laid her head back and tried to
stay still. Stubbins tweaked Amy's nipples and then lathered up the
outstretched armpits.  As Ashford held Amy's right arm motionless, Stubbins
used her left hand fingers to hold the skin taut and then carefully skimmed
the safety razor over the armpit removing the very slight stubble. As
Stubbins was doing the left armpit, Amy looked up to see Laird smirking
down at her and she felt Ashford holding her left arm.  The naked girl was
thankful that their focus had moved away from her pubic area even though
she knew that her open pussy was fully exposed to the nearby crowd of
onlookers. After Stubbins rinsed off the armpits, she continued to sit on
Amy's stomach for a few more seconds; she even let her weight settled onto
Amy a little bit too much.  But Amy knew she couldn't protest, and she just
shifted her butt a little bit to try to get more comfortable.  Then
Stubbins said, "Okay, naked one, we're going to turn you over and do the
back of your legs and your butt crack.  So, we're going to untie you, flip
you over, and tie you down again.  And you need to quit wiggling around,
because this razor is really sharp." And she brandished the long straight
edge razor in front of Amy's eyes again.  She added, "Got it, Suzuki?" Amy
silently nodded. They untied Amy's wrists and ankles giving her the brief
chance to flex her arms and legs.  Then she followed Stubbins order to turn
over and spread-eagled her limbs again.  As they tied the ropes to her
wrists and ankles again, she felt her nipples rub against the rough
concrete; the only minor consolation was that the cement was no longer
cold, because it had been warmed by her own body heat as she had lain on
her back.  She sighed, turned her head, and rested her left cheek on the
rough surface. Once again, Stubbins straddled the nude girl; this time
almost sitting on Amy's back facing "south" to watch Ashford do the
backside of Amy's pretty long legs.  This went pretty quickly as Ashford
seemed to be getting the hang of it. But after they rinsed off her legs,
Amy was jolted as she felt someone spread apart her butt cheeks.  It was
Ashford, and he shoved a handful of lathered shaving cream in between her
legs.  He worked his hands along her crease to get the shaving cream in
there.  Then, he took the safety razor in his right hand and tried to
spread her rear cheeks again with his left hand.  But he said, "Hey, Kel,
how am I going to get in here to shave her?" Stubbins bent over and used
both of her hands to spread Amy's butt cheeks, but Ashford said, "No, I
still can't get in there.  I think it would be better if she were sort of
kneeling with her legs spread.  Kel, you're a girl, how would you do it?"
Stubbins replied, "Well, Nate, this is kind of new territory even for me.
I've never shaved a woman from this angle.  Let's try your idea." Stubbins
then said harshly, "Suzuki, we're going to undo your feet, and we want you
to kneel with your ass in the air for us.  We're going to leave your hands
tied, because we still don't want you wiggling around.  Got it?" Amy tried
to nod her head, but she could only move it a little bit with her face on
the ground.  Stubbins didn't see the slight head movement and said, "Well,
bitch, do you understand?" Amy said quietly, "Yes, I understand." This
enraged Stubbins who spanked Amy's naked butt and said, "What did we say
about talking?  Just nod your head if you understand.  Okay?" Amy started
to quietly sob, but she made a more concerted effort to nod her head.  She
felt the rough concrete scrape against her facial cheek as she nodded her
head so Stubbins could see it. Stubbins said, "Good", as she untied the
ropes from Amy's ankles.  She continued, "Okay, Suzuki, get your butt up in
the air for us." Amy struggled to get to her knees while her hands were
still tied tightly to the bench legs.  She felt the concrete scrape against
her knees as she moved her legs slowly up under her bent over body.
Stubbins said, "Okay, that's better", but she then reached in and spread
Amy's knees even wider apart.  "Face on the ground.  Raise your ass." Amy
reluctantly complied knowing that her most private parts were now on
conspicuous display. Stubbins then wiped Amy's crease with a towel and
said, "All right, we're ready to go again." Then, she paused for a moment
before saying, "Whoa, is that what we women look like down there?  It's
kind of gross looking, isn't it, Nate?" Ashford smiled and said, "Oh, Kel,
I don't know.  It looks pretty sexy to me.  Look, there's her pussy hole
aimed perfectly for a cock to squeeze into it." And he worked his fingertip
part way into Amy's vagina again. Stubbins giggled and said, "Well, if you
say so.  And before you ask again, the answer is 'no' again.  You cannot
fuck her.  Come on, let's get her shaved." Amy was crying quietly at this
intimate inspection and as they lathered up the shaving cream and worked it
in around her asshole. Stubbins spread the butt cheeks, and Ashford gently
worked the safety razor around Amy's anus area.  Then, they wiped the area
with a towel, and Stubbins ran her fingertip over the shaved area. Stubbins
then said, "Eewww, Suzuki, you stink.  Did you just fart?" And she spanked
Amy's raised butt again.  She continued, "Nate, there's a couple of hairs
right there next to her hole.  See, right there?" And Amy felt Stubbins
fingertip almost enter her anus.  And again, Stubbins spread Amy's butt
cheeks and Ashford went over it again with the razor.  And then they rinsed
Amy's entire crease again. A moment later, Stubbins said, "Well, I guess
we're done.  Mr.  Laird, do you want to look it over?" Laird kneeled down
and used his own hands to spread Amy's butt cheeks.  Amy felt his fingers
lightly stroke her entire crease.  He said, "Yes, Miss Stubbins, it looks
good to me.  Let her up so she can get started on her next activity."
Ashford undid the ropes on Amy's wrists, and the naked girl slowly got to
her feet.  Ashford then used the towel to brush off her knees and face. 
And he spent a little too much time using the towel to clean off her
breasts. Laird went on, "Well, Miss Suzuki, you certainly look better now.
Please thank these two young people for a job well done." Reluctantly, Amy
reached out her hand and limply shook hands with Stubbins and Ashford
saying meekly, "Thanks, Kelly.  Thanks, Nate." As Ashford looked longingly
at Amy's perfectly bald pussy, Stubbins said sarcastically, "Yep, it's been
fun working on you, Subaru.  We got your drain holes nice and clean.  Come
on, Nate, you've got to get to work, and I've got to get back to the dorm.
But I'll come over to your place this evening, and we'll make our own fun."
And they turned and left, leaving Amy standing next to Laird.

   Chapter 84 - Gardens Full of Marigolds

   Amy was breathing heavily after making it through the trying ordeal, and
she was still partially aroused from the nearly constant touching of her
most private parts.  There was still a small group of people around
watching her full breasts rise and fall as she continued to take in deep
breaths of air. Laird turned to her and said, "Well, Miss Suzuki, do you
need to rest or use the bathroom?  You've still got a lot of work to do
this morning, but you can probably add a few minutes here to rest." Amy
shook her head and said, "No, I'm okay." She just wanted to get through
these last few hours, and she knew that resting now would just prolong the
torment. Laird just nodded and guided the naked girl by her elbow over to
Thorson and Conrad who were waiting nearby.  Laird said, "Okay, gentlemen,
she's all yours for the rest of the morning.  It looks like you've got all
of the gardening stuff she'll need for the flowers, right?" Thorson said,
"Yep, Mr.  Laird.  We're all ready for her." He turned to face Amy and
paused for a moment as his eyes scanned her gorgeous naked body from top to
bottom, and then he said, "Okay, Amy.  As you can see, we've got several
pallets of these pretty yellow marigolds from the nursery, and we want you
to plant them in these two big planter boxes.  Have you planted flowers
like this before?" Amy nodded and quietly said, "Yes, Mr.  Thorson, I've
helped my mother with her garden many times including planting annuals like
these." Thorson continued, "Well, good, and so you know that soil
preparation is very important.  We've got a big supply of bags of Supersoil
over there, and you'll want to work that into the soil that's already in
the planter boxes.  But first, you'll need to get the weeds out of there.'
Amy looked over at the planter boxes and saw that there was one on either
side of the main walkway; they were actually raised beds about 10' x 10'
surrounded by short concrete walls with a wide slab on top where people
could sit.  Fortunately, there weren't many weeds, and she knew she could
get them out pretty fast.  So, she just sighed and walked over to the first
bed.  There were a couple of people sitting on the edge, but they moved
when naked Amy hopped up next to them and stepped into the garden.  She
knew that there was no way to be discrete about this; her entire naked body
would be on display once again while she was working here.  She just
dropped to her knees and started pulling out the few dandelion-like weeds
that were in the bed.  Her long hair drooped in front and to the sides of
her face; she wished she could pin it up to get it out of the way, but she
knew better than to ask for that because that would violate the total
nudity rule that they had imposed on her.  She was not even permitted a few
bobby pins. It only took her about 5 minutes of crawling around in the bed
to remove the weeds, mostly using her hands, but sometimes needing a small
weeding tool.  She felt her boobs swaying beneath her as she crawled
around, and she knew that her naked rear end was a center of attention. 
She tried to just ignore the crowd which seemed to be getting larger again.
She hopped down out of the first planter box, walked across the wide
sidewalk to the other box, and scrambled up into it.  As she started
pulling the weeds, she noticed that the early morning clouds were burning
off and that the sun was coming out.  After having lain on the cold
concrete, the warming rays felt good on her bare skin. After quickly
finishing the weeding, she asked Thorson what she should do with the
refuse. He said, "Put it over in that plastic barrel, Amy.  We'll take it
back to our compost pile later." Amy was about to pick up the stack of
weeds, but she stopped and asked, "Umm, Mr.  Thorson, am I permitted to
carry stuff this morning?  Part of my punishment prohibits carrying
anything at all today, unless the Chancellor's committee approves it."
Thorson replied, "Well, that's the first I've heard about that." And he
turned to Laird who was still standing nearby and said, "Mr.  Laird?  What
about that?  Can she carry things?  If not, that's going to cause a problem
getting this gardening done and later washing the cars." Laird pondered for
a moment and said, "Yeah, sure.  Carrying is okay.  But remember that she's
not allowed to wear anything - no gloves, no hat, no kneepads, no
sunglasses, no shoes, no panties.  Nothing." Amy blushed as Laird, Thorson,
and Conrad turned back to face her.  Then, she sighed, picked up the two
stacks of weeds, and carried them over to the discard barrel and dropped
them in before coming back over to Thorson. As she stood in front of the
men, she brushed her hair back out of her eyes, but she noticed that her
hands were already very dirty and she realized that she had probably just
put a dirty smudge on her forehead.  She glanced down at her knees and saw
that they were also grey with dirt.  She was going to be filthy by the time
this job got done. Again, she just sighed and asked, "Okay, I guess the
next step is to plow up the existing soil and work in that planting mix. 
Do you suggest a shovel, a rake, a pitch fork, or what?" She saw all of
those things in the collection of tools on the little truck nearby. Conrad
said, "Whatever you want.  We've got them all here.  But we also have this
little gas powered tiller that would probably be faster.  Right, Edgar?"
Thorson said, "Yep, Marv.  But she needs to be very careful since she's not
wearing any protective gear.  Well, actually, she's not wearing anything at
all." He turned and continued, "So, Amy, if you want to use it, please be
careful.  Do some slow practice runs before plowing ahead - pun intended."
They all laughed lightly at Thorson's little joke.  "It's all gassed up;
just pull the cord to get it started." The naked girl trudged over to the
truck, moved things around so she could get to the tiller, and rolled it
out of the truck and over to the garden.  She couldn't quite lift it up
over the wall, but she was able to stand on the wall, bend over, and kind
of roll the little wheels up the side of the wall, over the edge, and into
the bed.  Again, she was well aware of the enticing sight that she was
creating with her boobs dangling beneath her. She was happy to find that
the machine was easy to use, and she quickly got the hang of it.  It only
took a few minutes to run it over the two beds.  But the tiller kicked up
the loose dirt everywhere; it covered her legs and some even came up
between her legs into her pussy.  Even her breasts had a light smattering
of dirt on them.  She tried to brush off the dirt, but that just seemed to
move it around turning it into smudges.  So, she tried shaking her legs and
breasts, and that seemed to work better - and of course, the crowd liked
that better, too! The next step was to work in the Supersoil, and she
looked down at the big plastic bags.  She didn't know how much they
weighed, but she knew they would be heavy.  She hoped that Conrad would
offer to help her carrying the bags from the pallet over to the gardens,
but he didn't budge.  And she knew better than to ask.  So, she bent her
naked form over and picked up one of the bags.  She could lift it, but it
was too heavy to carry up the walk to the garden.  She thought, "Why didn't
they put that pallet closer to the planter boxes?" But the forklift was
nowhere in sight. She dropped the bag back on the pallet and considered the
situation.  Then she spotted the wheelbarrow on the back of the little
maintenance truck, and she decided to use it to get the bags from the
pallet to the gardens.  As the men just sat there and watched, she unloaded
the wheelbarrow and rolled it over to the pallet.  She struggled to load
one big bag from the pallet into the wheelbarrow, but she got it in and
rolled it over to the garden.  Again, it was a struggle to get it from the
wheelbarrow up into the planter box, but she was able to do it. She slit
open the bag and dumped the potting mix onto the ground.  She used a rake
to spread it around a bit, and then fired up the tiller again.  And this
seemed to do a good job of working the Supersoil in with the existing dirt.
From the raised planting bed, the naked girl looked over with resignation
at the remaining 11 bags of potting mix on the pallet 50 feet away.  She
climbed down, sighed, and rolled the wheelbarrow back to the pallet to get
another bag.  She spent about 15 minutes moving the big bags from the
pallet to the planter beds, 6 bags in each bed.  This was an exhausting
task for the naked girl, and by the time she lifted the last bag up into
the bed, she was perspiring heavily. Using the tiller to mix in the
Supersoil was a fairly easy job, but it was again a very dirty operation.
After she finished, her sweat covered body was also covered with another
layer of dirt.  Shaking her boobs, legs, and arms only worked marginally
well this time.  She looked down at her dirty body, made a token attempt to
wipe some dirt out of her pussy, and realized it was hopeless.  She just
sighed, grabbed a rake, and quickly smoothed out the two beds. The very
pretty, but now very dirty, nude girl walked over to the other pallet that
held the flats of marigolds.  She loaded several of the flats into the
wheelbarrow and came back to the planter boxes.  Conrad came over and said
to her, "Okay, Amy.  You've only got the easy part of this job yet to do.
You may have your own technique, but let me suggest just using this hand
trowel to quickly dig a hole in the loose soil.  Leave the blade in the
ground to hold the soil off to the side, slide in a flower, pull out the
blade, and tamp down the area around the plant.  Some people like a random
arrangement of the flowers, but Mr.  Thorson prefers straight rows.  Use
some string if necessary to keep them straight.  Plant them about a foot
apart." Amy brushed back her hair, adding yet another streak of dirt to her
cheek and forehead.  She just nodded at Conrad and set to work. As he had
said, this job went really fast.  After quickly laying out the grid with
some twine, it only took her a few seconds to plant each of flowers.  The
only incident happened on the very last row of the second bed.  She was
kneeling on the edge of the wall, bending over to plant a flower, when a
guy on the sidewalk behind her reached in and stroked her bare pussy.  She
was startled, lost her balance, tumbled into the bed, and fell onto her
back covering her legs, butt, back, and hair with dirt.  With her legs wide
spread, she yelled up at him, "Oh, shit.  Look what you made me do." But
she quickly got back on the edge of the wall and straightened out the
several flowers that had been dislodged when she fell.  The filthy girl
then stood on the edge at a corner with her legs slightly spread and looked
over the flower bed.  She then scrambled down and went over to the first
bed and did the same.  Since everything looked okay, she got down and faced
Conrad who walked over to her. "Nice job, Amy", he said.  "Now, use this
spraying device to water and fertilize the flowers.  This contraption mixes
vitamin B-1 in with the water in just the right combination, and it will
get the flowers off to a good start." The nude girl numbly took the sprayer
and hose from him and followed his instructions; it only took a minute or
so to spray the two flower beds.  She silently handed the device back to
Conrad and stood waiting for further instructions. Thorson came over and
joined them.  He looked over Amy's naked body which was streaked with dirt
and sweat, but he smiled at her and said, "Well done, Amy.  It has
certainly brightened up the entrance to the building.  I now wish we'd done
it a few days ago so that our graduation visitors over the weekend could
have seen such a nice display of nature's beauty." He chuckled as he paused
for a moment before continuing, "But by doing it today, we all got to see
another display of nature's beauty - a beautiful naked woman." Conrad
laughed at this, but Amy just stood there silently. Thorson went on, "All
right, it's 9:30, and you need to get started on the cars.  I'll tell you
what, Marv will clean up here and put away the tools while you and I can go
down to the parking lot.  Okay?" Amy just dully nodded. But Thorson
continued, "Actually, you are a real mess right now, and you might actually
get the vehicles dirtier rather than cleaner in your current state.  Hey,
Marv, there's a long hose connected to the hot water in the maintenance
closet in the lobby.  Go fire it up with warm water, and let's hose down
this pretty worker.  Amy, go stand in the lawn over there.  It will just
take him a minute or so." Amy sighed, but she was thankful that she'd get
to clean off some of this dirt and that it would be warm water rather than
the ice cold water that Stubbins had sprayed on her earlier.  She trudged
over to the lawn area; as she waited, she noticed that the crowd followed
her and was now kind of circling her on the sidewalks around the lawn. A
moment later, Conrad worked his way through the crowd with the hose; she
noticed that there was another spraying device on the end of the hose. 
Conrad said, "Okay, Amy, move over there to the middle, spread your arms
and legs, and I'll hose you down.  Let me know if the water is either too
hot or too cold." Amy silently followed his instructions.  She closed her
eyes and gritted her teeth and a moment later the spray of water hit her
back.  She relaxed when she realized how good it felt even though it was
kind of like taking a shower in public.  She said, "Yes, Mr.  Conrad, the
water is just right - right temperature and right pressure.  It feels
really nice." Conrad hesitated before continuing, "Umm, what about your
hair?  It's really dirty.  Do you want it washed out now?  Maybe you just
want to shake it now and then shampoo it later?" "Yeah, that's a good
idea." And Amy put on another show for the crowd by shaking her head wildly
for several seconds.  Naturally, other parts of her body shook nicely as
well. Then, she held up her hair and stood still to let him run the spray
over her entire naked body.  After he sprayed up between her legs, he said,
"Why don't you use your hands to wipe off as much as possible, and then
I'll rinse you down?" Amy nodded and wiped off her arms and legs, and she
tried to wipe out some of the dirt that had worked its way into her private
openings without much success.  A guy in the crowded piped up, "Hey, Amy,
do you need a hand cleaning down there?" Amy gave the guy a weak smile and
shook her head.  She then reached around behind and tried to wipe off her
butt.  Again the same guy yelled, "Oh, please, Amy, let me do that." And
another nearby guy said, "I can do your boobs.  Come on, Amy, let us help."
Amy ignored them and cleaned herself as well as she could. The naked girl
then held up her hair again and nodded at Conrad.  He rinsed off her entire
body including another spray of her pussy area.  He told her to close her
eyes, and he carefully sprayed her still dirty face. Amy heard him shut off
the water, and she opened her eyes expecting him to give her a towel.  But
instead she heard Thorson yell from the sidewalk, "Come on, Amy, let's get
down to the parking lot."

   Chapter 85 - Naked Car Washing

   Amy let her hair back down and wiped the water from her eyes.  And she
slowly walked down the slight hill on the narrow sidewalk to the parking
lot with Thorson following closely behind.  She was very conscious of his
eyes looking at her bare butt as she made the short walk.  She was somewhat
thankful that they had roped off the parking lot to keep out other cars as
well as the crowd of people.  She ducked under the rope and then held it up
for Thorson so he could walk into the parking lot. The four big cars were
the only vehicles in the lot, and they were parked in such a way that they
were spaced well apart.  Amy walked over to the nearest one where the nice
old man, Russ, was waiting with all of the materials that she would need.
She smiled at him and as she shook his hand, he said, "Hi, Amy, I didn't
think I'd see you again, and it's a pleasure, uuhh, honey." And they both
chuckled at his use of the endearing term. As Thorson was hobbling across
the lot to join them, the nude girl grabbed a towel and quickly dried
herself off.  When he arrived, he said, "Okay, Amy.  I don't think it
really matters which one you do first.  Arbitrarily, why don't you start
with the Toyotas?  We'll leave the rope up to keep out other cars til
you're almost done.  So, go to it, pretty lady." Amy hesitated before she
picked up the buckets and sponges, and she asked, "Uhh, again, Mr. 
Thorson, is it okay if I carry stuff around in the parking lot?  I know you
asked Mr.  Laird before, but I just want to double-check.  Could you please
call the Dr.  Knoxx?  Maybe Russ can carry this stuff down for me while you
make the call?" Thorson replied, "Well, Amy, I did ask before and I did
mention the car wash and Mr.  Laird did agree.  But just for your peace of
mind, I'll call Dr.  Knoxx.  But go ahead and get started." Russ opened the
door of the little maintenance truck that had all the buckets, towels, and
sponges, and cheerfully said to Amy, "Okay, honey, hop in.  It will be just
like old times, won't it?" Amy chuckled, but said, "Sorry, Russ, I'm not
permitted to ride this morning.  I can only use my feet.  So, you drive and
I'll walk; it's only a hundred feet or so." The naked girl took a couple of
steps and the old man pulled the little truck up next to her, and they made
their way down the parking lot to the furthest vehicle - one of the two
Toyota Avalons. Amy looked at the two cars and noticed that they seemed to
be identical except one was dark grey and the other was a silvery tan
color. She wasn't sure, but she suspected that these were university-owned
vehicles, and that the local Toyota dealer had given the school a good
package deal on them.  In fact, that dealership sold Lexus and Scion cars
as well as Toyotas, and she wondered if the Lexus SUV was part of the same
purchase.  She had been to that car dealer a couple of months ago looking
at a Prius, because her father had hinted that he would buy her a new car
as a graduation present.  She really wanted that Prius, but she would
settle for a Yaris or a Scion, but it all hinged on graduating.  She sighed
and wondered if her stupid streaking episode was going to cost her getting
a new car as well as her degree and her job at the newspaper. At that
instant, Amy realized that there was more to this than just a new car.  It
was also her father's respect; she would be letting him down big time if
she didn't graduate.  Education had always been extremely important in his
family, and he would be very disappointed if she didn't get a college
degree. She remembered that Knoxx had said that she was "on the bubble",
and, so, in Amy's mind, the stakes were now really high.  She silently
resolved to herself, "I'm going to be perfect these next couple of hours.
I'm not going to give those bastards any more reasons to withhold my degree
and diploma!" Russ got out of the truck and hooked up the hose for her. 
She stood still, being very careful not to take a single step with the hose
in her hands, and aimed the hose at the car.  The man turned on the water
and Amy sprayed the entire left side of the car and motioned for him to
turn it off.  Just as she was putting down the hose, Thorson came up to
them and said, "Okay, Amy.  I double-checked with Laird, and he repeated
what he said before.  Carrying is okay.  But he repeated the bit about no
clothes of any sort.  Not that there's any chance of that anyway; the
closest thing to clothes for you that we've got here are some towels." That
mention of towels was just enough of a hint to remind the naked girl that
she needed to be careful about wiping herself off.  Knoxx could easily
invent a no-covering violation if she used a towel to dry off her breasts,
pussy, or butt.  So, Amy doubled her resolve not to cover her private parts
in any way while washing these cars. Amy turned to the older man and said,
"Russ, I'm going to take it from here.  Thanks for your help." The man
looked disappointed, but he nodded at her with a smile.  And so the pretty
nude walked over to the water faucet and turned it on full blast.  She then
carried the hose to the opposite side of the car and hosed it down.  She
filled a couple of buckets with water, turned off the water, and went to
work sponging off the car. The crowd had moved down to her end of the
parking lot, and Amy was well aware of the enticing sight that she was
putting on as she bent this way and that while washing off the exterior of
the car.  She started at the top using a stepstool so she could clean off
the roof.  Then, she had to lean way over the side of the hood to clean the
front windshield and way over the trunk to do the rear window.  She looked
down at her boobs and saw that they were already covered in grime from just
doing the windows; she quickly wiped them with her sponge but quit when she
remembered her pledge to avoid covering herself. The clouds had now
completely disappeared, and Amy was soon sweating as she worked on the
Avalon.  And she was breathing hard when she finished wiping off the car
with a chamois and towels.  She then opened all four doors and vacuumed out
the floors and seats; again she knew her bare rear end was blatantly
displayed as she bent over, but she just continued on.  She then draped
large towels over the seats and climbed in to wipe down the interior. 
Then, a few more swift swipes with a soft towel on the outside of the
doors, and she stood back and looked at the shining car. Without waiting
for any approval from Thorson or Conrad, she grabbed the hose and scooted
over to the other Avalon which was parked 4 slots up the parking lot
towards Kameron.  The naked girl then repeated all of her moves and washed
the second Toyota. And so it went for the next hour or so.  The two SUV's
were a bit more difficult, because they were much bigger vehicles, both
outside and inside.  Even the stepstool wasn't enough on the SUV's, and she
had to gingerly crawl up onto the luggage rack on the roof of each of those
cars.  Her dangling boobs were on dramatic display as she quickly crawled
around up there.  But she pressed on, because she wanted to get this tiring
task over with as soon as possible. Amy panicked a bit when she heard the
campanile chime at 11AM; she was now officially late for the final meeting
with the committee, but they had told her that they would provide a bit of
leeway due to the additional punishment this morning.  But she picked up
her pace of wiping off the hood of the last vehicle, the Cadillac SUV, and
then she heard a familiar voice behind her say, "Amy?" She turned to see
her brother, Jason, standing there, and after a slight awkward pause, she
stepped forward and gave him a big hug, pressing her bare, wet, grimy boobs
against his leather jacket.  At that instant, a multitude of thoughts raced
through her mind almost simultaneously: "Oh, god, it's good to see him, but
he shouldn't be here yet; what is he doing here so soon?  Did I miscount
the campanile chimes, and it's really noon instead of 11 o'clock?  I don't
want him seeing me like this, toiling naked in public.  Are my parents back
there looking at me?  Did Knoxx put him up to this?" She pulled back from
him and started to tear up as she said aloud, "Oh, Jase, it's so good to
see you.  But it's not noon yet.  What are you doing here?" Her hands
twitched as she had to make a conscious effort not to cover her breasts and
pussy.  Thorson was sitting in his chair watching this meeting and Conrad
was also watching as he coiled up the rope, and she knew they'd report any
such covering as a violation. Jason said, "Ame, I'm sorry to catch you by
surprise, but I couldn't sleep last night and I left home early this
morning before Mom and Dad even got up.  I tried to call your cell phone
and your dorm room, but there was no answer on either.  So, I was just
walking around over by the union to kill time and saw the group of people
over here.  But why are you naked and outside doing this?  I thought you
were allowed to wear underwear and do only indoor stuff?" Amy started
crying and whispered to him, "Oh, Jase, I don't want you to see me like
this.  I sugarcoated what I told you, because I didn't want you to worry
about me.  Oh, god, but it's been so awful.  I promise I'll tell you,
Daddy, and Mom everything; I've told them even less than I told you.  But
we'll have that conversation some other time, not today.  Please go away
for now and come back in an hour, out in front of Kameron.  I may be a
little late.  Okay?" Jason couldn't help but glance down over his sister's
beautiful naked body, but he brought his eyes back to meet hers and said,
"Oh, Ame, I don't understand.  But okay, I'll go back to the union and
wait." He hugged her again and left the parking lot. As he reached the
street, he turned back and looked at her.  She had bent down to clean the
front hubcap, and he clearly saw the rear view of his sister's pussy and
asshole, which were conspicuously displayed for him and the others in the
dwindling crowd.  He glanced down at his jacket and slacks to see the dirt
and grime that his hugs with Amy had caused, but he wasn't really concerned
about his clothes; he was more concerned about her.  Tears started to roll
down his cheeks as he thought about the embarrassing situation that his
beloved big sister was in. He couldn't remember ever seeing Amy naked
before, even though she said he had.  Several days ago in a phone call with
Amy, he had joked that he had never seen her boobs, but Amy said that he
had actually seen her entirely nude when their mother had often bathed them
together when they were little kids; he was only three years old at the
time, and he just couldn't remember it.  Naturally, he now knew that she
was gorgeous, but he didn't know her body was as pretty as he'd just seen.
They had a very close brother-sister relationship, but it was more like
being very best friends - there was absolutely nothing sexual about it. 
There had been a few awkward moments over the years when they had passed
each other in the hallway at home wearing only their underwear, and he had
seen her last summer at a swim party wearing a modest one-piece bathing
suit that showed off her well-proportioned body.  But that was all, and so,
he had been shocked to see her totally nude today.  Her breasts looked
better than any he'd seen on his girlfriends or even in Playboy, and he was
curious about her shaved pussy.  Did she always do that?  He continued to
cry softly as he thought about her while walking back to the student union.
And he wondered if he had really done the right thing by surprising her
just now. As Amy was bending over washing that hubcap, she just knew that
Jason watching still looking at her, even though she didn't turn around. 
And she knew the gross display of her private parts that he could see
between her legs.  She momentarily wondered if Knoxx had concocted this
meeting somehow, but she quickly dismissed that thought because she knew
Jason would never have agreed to knowingly embarrass her like that.  Knoxx
probably didn't know about the brother-sister meeting, but if he did, she
knew that he would have gloated at her extreme embarrassment; he had said
over and over that her primary punishment would be her embarrassment, and
nothing that had happened in the last three weeks had been as embarrassing
as what had just happened to her.  She really, really didn't want her
family to see her naked like this, but now it had just happened with her
wonderful brother.  Tears continued to roll down her cheeks, and she knew
that she was blushing a bright red even though no one was looking at her
face right now. She now wanted to get out of this parking lot as soon as
possible, because she knew her father was a fast driver, and she was afraid
he and her mother might arrive at any moment; also, she had suggested this
exact parking lot as a possible parking spot for him to use this morning.
So, she quickly did the remaining hubcaps and the rear bumper, and then she
made a quick circle around the car looking for spots she had missed.  After
a few touch-up swipes of the towel, she walked over to Thorson.  She said,
"Okay, Mr.  Thorson, I think I'm finished.  Could you please check
everything?  If it's okay, I'll head back inside." Thorson turned to Conrad
and said, "Marv, you go ahead and look over her work.  You can do it faster
than I." The two Avalons had already been moved out of the lot; Amy hadn't
seen when this had happened and she didn't see the nice old man, Russ,
around any more, and so she suspected that Russ had moved the cars.  Conrad
spent a couple of minutes quickly looking over the two SUV's, and Amy was
pleasantly surprised when he came back and gave her a thumbs-up sign.
Thorson and Conrad came over to her.  As they shook her hand, Amy noticed
their eyes giving her naked body one last look-over.  She blushed as she
said good-bye, and she walked back up the pathway to Kameron.

   Chapter 86 - The End of the Endgame

   Amy wasn't exactly sure how to get to the basement or where the shower
was located once she got there.  But she was exactly sure of a couple of
things.  One: she needed to use the main entrance, not the secluded back
entrance.  Two: she needed to keep her hands at her sides.  She absolutely
had to avoid any last-minute violations.  She made her way wordlessly
through the small crowd near the front door and then went to the stairwell
and walked down the steps for the first time; she just assumed that this
was the way to the basement. When she pushed her way through the basement
door, she was surprised to see the area was filled with chain link
cubicles. And she gave a short laugh as her first thought was "Is this
where they keep the prisoners?" There was an aisle down the middle, and
after passing only a few of the locked cubicles, she noticed the signs on
them with the names of various departments and professors.  This area was
merely storage space, and the cages contained a variety of things such as
paintings, old furniture, and even a bicycle.  But mostly there were books
and boxes. And there was no sign of any restroom or shower area.  She
turned around thinking maybe it was behind her somewhere, maybe in a niche
under the stairs.  She went back into the stairwell where there was one
other door, but it was unmarked and firmly locked.  She returned to the
storage area and confirmed that the aisle between the cages started right
here at this door, but it extended the length of the basement.  She was all
alone down here, and she felt a bit uneasy being naked in this strange
place.  She continued farther down this chain link hallway.  And as she
approached the opposite end, she noticed that the next-to-the-last cubicle
on the right was actually another short aisleway rather than an enclosed
space.  She turned into it and a few feet ahead, she saw that the aisle
ended in an opening which had a vinyl curtain across it; sort of like a
shower curtain.  She pushed it aside and looked in; there was a showerhead
hanging from the concrete wall.  And as she walked into the nook-like
space, she was startled to see a man sitting on a plastic chair off to the
side. He looked familiar, but Amy couldn't quite place him.  He gave her a
smirkish smile and said, "Hello, Amy, I've been waiting for you." Amy felt
uneasy at his slightly sinister tone.  He went on, "I'm Walt Storey, the
day-shift janitor; at least, that's my schedule this week." Amy now
remembered that he was the man who came into Knoxx's reception area and
cleaned while she and Ken Marriott, her lawyer, were waiting to see Knoxx.
The naked girl meekly held out her hand and limply shook hands with him. 
She said, "Hello, Mr.  Storey.  I'm supposed to take a shower down here
this morning.  And I guess this is the place." "Yep, it is", Walt said. 
"They asked me to help you." Again, the naked girl felt uneasy.  Was he
going to actually wash her body?  Was he going to sit and watch her? Amy
turned and looked at the crude setup in the strange space.  It was about 15
feet square with the showerhead and faucets in one corner; they were
connected to exposed pipes running in from above on the side.  There was
only an open drain in the concrete floor.  There was a single bare bulb
lighting the drab space which had no tile or paint; just raw concrete. 
Besides the cheap shower curtain, there was one towel rack that held a
single washcloth, and a small plastic shelf that held a bar of soap and a
bottle of shampoo.  There were also a couple of coat hooks mounted on the
wall next to the plastic chair, but those wouldn't be needed today for Amy
who obviously had no clothes to hang on them.  Otherwise, the room was just
empty gray space. Amy made an entire 360-degree turn looking at the room
and asked, "What is this place anyway?" Walt replied, "Oh, we're in the
process of converting it to a shower room for use by the bigwigs.  We just
discovered this space a couple of years ago.  You're actually under the
rear porch right now.  Mr.  Thorson was looking at some old blueprints of
the building and saw that the foundation jutted out underneath the porch.
So, we did some excavation and discovered this unused space.  We took out
one of the storage cages to make the little hallway and then knocked an
opening through the wall into here.  There's a similar unused space
underneath the big front porch; you may have noticed the other door in the
stairwell.  It leads into that space, but it's still just dirt and rocks.
Some day we'll fix it up, too, but with the current tight budgets, we've
had to put all of this renovation work on hold." He paused for a moment and
then went on, "Anyway, Dr.  Knoxx and his crew use this spartan space only
rarely, but it will work fine for you today.  You go ahead and get started,
but I should warn you that they have told me to lock this place up at
11:25, since this is only a half workday for us.  It's 11:15 now; so,
you've only got 10 minutes.  They told me that if you're still in here at
11:25 that I'm to turn off the lights and lock the door anyway.  I don't
think you want to be trapped down here naked in the dark overnight, because
I won't open it up again until 8 o'clock tomorrow morning.  Sorry if that
seems harsh, but that's what they told me to do.  So, go ahead, pretty
lady. I'll just watch, but they told me to see if you displayed any
modesty. They said you're not allowed to cover or hide yourself." Amy
blushed and nodded as she took the washcloth from the rack.
She was relieved to find that the hot water actually worked, and she
adjusted the shower to just the right temperature.  She wished that he
would go out into the hallway or that there was another shower curtain
around the shower stall itself, but that would have meant that she was

hiding her naked body from his view and that wasn't allowed. Amy scooted in
under the warm shower and used the washcloth to wipe off most of the grime.
She blushed some more as she looked up while she was wiping between her
legs; the man was watching her and he smirked when their eyes met. Amy
stepped out briefly to retrieve the shampoo, and she lathered it up and
worked it into her long dark hair.  Using her hands and the washcloth, she
vigorously rubbed her head and hair; she hoped that this would get the dirt
out of her hair. Finally, she stepped out of the spray to get the bar of
soap.  And she used it to wash her entire body more thoroughly.  Even with
the dark gray concrete floor, she could see the streaks of brown dirt flow
down the drain with the water.  Then, she spent a minute or so just rinsing
herself off; it felt so good, and she wished she could spend more time, but
she looked over and saw that Walt was getting up from his chair and heading
toward the exit.  She quickly turned off the water and dropped the
washcloth, soap, and shampoo back on the shelf.  As he disappeared beyond
the curtain, the light went off and Amy yelled, "Please, Mr.  Storey, wait
for me." The dripping wet, naked girl caught up with the janitor as he was
turning into the main aisleway.  He said, "Well, girl, you barely made it.
Now, the way the rest of this works is that you're going to go ahead of me,
and I'm going to use this mop to wipe up the water that drips off of your
bare body as you walk up to the Chancellor's office.  You'll go slow enough
that I can mop up right after you.  Once you get up to his office, they'll
give you a towel to dry off.  Got it?" Amy meekly said, "Yes, I
understand." And she started her journey to the Chancellor's office with
the janitor following behind with a mop and a rolling squeegee bucket.  He
told her to pause at the basement door while he wrung out the mop and
locked the door.  Now, they began the slow trip up the eight flights of
stairs to the 7th floor.  Amy kept her eyes forward as she slowly climbed
each step, but she could feel the man's eyes only a foot or so away looking
at her bare ass.  She didn't understand why having this man looking at her
bare butt bothered her so much even though he had seen her entire naked
body just a few minutes before in the shower.  But it did bother her. It
was a very slow process at first, because the janitor had to wipe the mop
over each step individually as the water dripped from Amy to the floor and
he had to carry the bucket rather than roll it.  But they were able to
speed up a little bit as the girl's body dried off naturally.  By the time
they reached the seventh floor, only her hair was still really wet; the
rest of her was only slightly damp especially between her legs. On the 7th
floor, the strange twosome got several incredulous stares from people
leaving for an early lunch.  But Amy ignored them and plodded on to Knoxx's
office at the end of the hallway.  Stepping into Knoxx's reception area,
she found that there was a heavy plastic sheet forming a path from the main
door over to the door into Knoxx's inner office.  She was thankful that
there was no one there except for Mrs.  Duckworth, the secretary, who
laughed out loud at the strange sight of the pretty naked girl with
dripping long hair followed by a janitor with a mop. The secretary stopped
laughing and said, "Miss Suzuki, please go on in.  They are expecting you."
Amy paused at the door to gather her thoughts, and then she looked to the
side of the door and noticed that the penis hook was no longer there.  She
took that as a good sign, but she still felt insecure as she walked into
the office. As she expected, the floor was covered with plastic from the
door to her spot in front of Knoxx's desk.  She walked over and stood
facing the man with her arms at her sides.  The other four members of the
committee were seated in their usual chairs behind Knoxx. Amy felt drops of
water drip from her hair onto her shoulders, breasts, and butt as she stood
there awkwardly for a few moments before Knoxx said, "Well, Miss Suzuki,
I've had good reports about you this morning.  And I must say that your
lower region looks much better after Miss Stubbins's efforts." Amy blushed
but said nothing. Knoxx went on, "Now, here's what's going to happen. 
You're going to dry yourself off and then fix up your hair and do your
makeup.  We have some towels, and we have set up a table with a mirror, a
hair dryer, conditioner, some lipstick, rouge, etc.  You are pretty much
free to do yourself up however you want, but we may make some suggestions."
Amy knew that these supposed "suggestions" would be requirements, but she
just nodded as she took the towel that he handed to her. As she dried her
body, Knoxx continued to talk, "After you've fixed yourself up, we will
decide what clothes you can put on.  And let me remind you that you are
still 'on the bubble'.  We truly have not yet decided what your fate will
be, and in fact, you may walk out of this office in a while and still not
know the exact outcome." Amy walked over to the table and looked at the
collection of things.  These were not her favorite brands, but they would
do for today.  She could tell by what was there that a woman had helped set
up this table with these products.  She assumed it was the secretary, and
she was thankful for that. But then she thought of something and said,
"Uhh, Dr.  Knoxx?  I have a question." Knoxx looked over at the nude girl
and Amy continued, "The way I do my hair requires that it be wrapped with a
towel twice during the procedure.  Is that okay?" Knoxx looked at her
quizzically and said, "So, you pile your hair up on your head and wrap a
towel around it?" Amy nodded.  "For how long?" Amy replied, "Oh, I guess it
will only be a few minutes each time, 5 at the most.  I'll be doing other
things like makeup and nail polish while it is drying with the towel around
it." Knoxx said, "Well, isn't there another way to do it without wrapping
the towel around it?  You know that you are not permitted to be covered in
any way until this meeting ends?" Amy sheepishly said, "I know, and that's
why I'm asking your permission.  I suppose there are other ways, but this
is the way I've been doing it for several years." Knoxx persisted, "Can't
you just rub it with a towel?  That's the way I do it." Amy replied, "No, a
hair dresser told me that rubbing like that causes damage to a woman's
hair. Maybe men are different." Knoxx turned and asked the committee,
"Well, gentlemen, should we let her wrap the towel around her hair like
that?" They all were silent for a moment before Lucas Telford spoke up,
"Calvin, my wife does it the same way, and Miss Suzuki was conscientious
enough to ask our permission, and she asked very politely." The other three
men just nodded. But Knoxx still wasn't convinced and said, "Well, I think
that rules need to be followed to the letter." But he looked over at
Telford again, sighed, and turned back to Amy saying, "Okay, go ahead." Amy
murmured, "Thank you." For the next several minutes, the naked girl said
nothing as she followed her usual routine with her hair.  She stood in
front of the table, bent over enticingly, lowered her head, gathered her
hair into a ponytail on the top of her head, squeezed all of the water out
of it, starting at the base of the ponytail, and slowly worked her way to
the end; the excess water dripped into a pan on the table.  Then, she
wrapped a dry towel around her head to get out the last bits of moisture.
She sat down and while the hair was drying, she used some deodorant and
started with her makeup.  After a couple of minutes, she dumped a big glob
of hair conditioner into her hands and worked it into her hair.  She then
piled her hair on top of her head and let it sit for a few more minutes;
she sat down and continued with the lipstick and makeup. She wished there
was a shower or at least a faucet nearby, but all that was available was a
big spray bottle filled with water.  She used that to rinse out the
conditioner and then wrapped another dry towel around her head again to
absorb the excess water.  She left the towel there for several minutes
while she continued with the makeup.  Next, she removed the towel and used
the hair dryer on its lowest setting to fluff up her hair before using a
comb and brush to finish it off nicely.  It wasn't up to her usual
standards, but it was good enough for these leering men.  She had assumed
that the men were watching her do all of this, but they had actually
huddled near Knoxx's desk and had a whispered discussion that she didn't
hear. The makeup table had been set up next to the floor-to-ceiling window
overlooking the parking lot.  And as Amy was touching up her lipstick, she
looked out the window and saw her father's car pull into the parking lot.
She let out a little gasp as her parents got out of the car and walked
toward the front of the building.  A tear formed in her eye as she wondered
what her wonderful folks would think if they knew that she was naked doing
this very personal grooming in front of these five men. She paused for a
moment to regain her composure and then finished her preparation.  She
wiped the dampness from her shoulders and breasts as she said, "Okay, I
think I'm done.  What next?" Knoxx came over and said, "All right, Miss
Suzuki, please stand here by the window and I will look you over in this
natural light." Knoxx stood next to the window and looked at Amy who was
standing with her front facing the window.  And she slowly turned around so
that he could see her bare butt as well.  Then, he said, "Looks good, but I
think you should accent your private parts some more.  Please use some
lipstick on your nipples and on your lower lips.  And then some rouge on
your butt cheeks.  We want all of your body looking nice, not just your
hair and face." Amy had to bite her lip to stop from crying.  She was
afraid that this meant that she would not be permitted to put on any
clothes before leaving his office.  But she silently moved in front of the
mirror and followed his instructions.  She held her right breast with her
left hand and carefully applied the reddish brown lipstick to the nipple
and small areola, and she repeated the process on her left breast.  Then,
she slightly spread her legs and painted her pussy lips with the same
lipstick.  Before doing her butt, she meekly turned to Knoxx and asked, "Is
this okay, sir?" Knoxx looked carefully at her boobs and her pussy.  He
said, "Please add some more lipstick down there.  You know how Ms. 
Whiteside did it on you yesterday?  Something similar, maybe extend it up
only an inch or so from the top of your vaginal lips." Amy sighed, but she
did as he asked.  Knoxx nodded and said, "Yes, that's better.  It adds more
definition down there.  Now, the rear cheeks?" Amy was about to turn her
back to the mirror, when Knoxx said, "Oh, wait, Miss Suzuki.  I forgot
about one additional task you need to do." Amy bit her lip, because she
couldn't imagine was else they could do to her, but she said nothing as
Knoxx continued, "You owe us a diary entry for today, and then you need to
give us the entire diary.  You may sit down at my computer and finish that
up for us, and then we'll do your rear cheeks afterwards.  I sure don't
want your butt makeup to get onto my nice chair.  In fact, please sit on
this paper towel to avoid any 'leakage' or lipstick problems." Amy blushed
as she took the towel from him and set it down on the leather chair.  She
then sat down at his computer carefully positioning her vagina over the
towel and logged onto her BOSS account (Bancroft Online Storage for
Students) where she had stored the diary.  It took her about five minutes
to type up a summary of this morning's punishments.  Normally, it wouldn't
have taken that long to do that summary, but Knoxx was standing behind her
with a hand on her shoulder the entire time watching as she typed; he was
also admiring the view from above of her pretty breasts, which jiggled
slightly as her fingers flew across the computer's keyboard.  Finally, she
copied the entire diary to Knoxx's computer and asked, "Do you want me to
print it out for you?" Knoxx replied, "No, Miss Suzuki, I will have my
secretary do that for me.  Now, let's do your rear cheeks now." The naked
girl cringed as Knoxx guided her back over to the mirror.  She was afraid
that he was going to apply the makeup to her butt, and she was relieved
when he handed her the rouge brush.  She turned her back to the mirror and
looked over her shoulder as she slowly brushed some rouge onto her butt
cheeks and carefully feathered it out so that it blended well.  She then
turned so that Knoxx could inspect her decorated ass.  But Knoxx had
returned to his desk, and he said to Telford, "Luke, please check her over
while I get this stuff ready." Telford had Amy move to the center of the
room, and he slowly circled the naked girl looking closely at her pretty
naked body.  She flinched when she felt his fingers lightly brush across
her ass.  And her breasts heaved as he closely peered at her made up boobs.
He tapped her inner thighs, and she obediently spread her legs so that he
had a better view of her shaved pussy and the lipstick that she had applied
down there. After a minute or so, Telford merely said, "Yes, Cal, she looks
good." Knoxx came back and also gave Amy a quick look-over and said, "All
right.  Now, Miss Suzuki, please come over to my desk, and we'll figure out
what you'll wear." Amy hesitatingly followed the man to the other side of
the room and resumed her position in front of his desk.  But she gave
another small gasp when she looked down.  While she had been doing her butt
makeup, Knoxx had cleaned off the top of his desk and spread out some
things on it. On her left, Amy saw the three pretty brassieres that she had
put in the Nordstrom's bag this morning.  They were spread out with the
flesh colored one at the top, the pink one a couple of inches below that,
and the off-white one at the bottom of the display.  But what bothered her
the most was at the top of the display; they were the two nipple trinkets
that Whiteside had tried on Amy's boobs yesterday.  The little clamps were
open and the tiny bells spread out below; they looked as if they were all
prepared to be attached to her tits. On her right, Amy saw the panties that
were color coordinated with the bras: flesh color, pink, and off-white. 
But again the disturbing items were at the top.  The horsehair tail
attached to the butt plug was lying there; again, this was the same one she
had worn while pulling the wagon at the festival.  Next to it was an
ornament that Amy hadn't seen before.  It had two tiny clamps at the top
with a sparkly chain dangling below and a tiny bell at the bottom.  She
could see that this was intended for her pussy; one clamp on each vaginal
lip and then the two-inch long chain and bell which would hang between her
legs below her pussy. She felt her breasts rise and fall as she breathed
heavily while looking with dismay at the display.  Then, she noticed that
her string of pearls was laid out at the very top of the display; this was
only a tiny bit of comfort to her. Amy thought to herself, "Where are the
other clothes that I brought - the blouse, slacks, and shoes?  Does this
mean I'll have to be naked at commencement except for these embarrassing
adornments?  Or maybe they want me to wear these underneath my bra and
panties?  Or maybe instead of the underwear under my slacks and blouse?"
She felt a tear roll down her cheek, and she knew that her freshly done
makeup was now streaked. Aloud she stammered, "Wh-what?  I th-thought y-you
s-s-said . . ." Knoxx raised his hand and interrupted, "Please be quiet,
Miss Suzuki, and I will explain." He paused for just a moment to let Amy
calm down a bit.  Then, he went on, "Actually, Miss Suzuki, I didn't say
anything about what you would be wearing.  I only said that you were 'on
the bubble' and we were considering all options.  And that includes
everything that is on this table.  Also, remember that there is more to be
decided than just your clothing or lack of clothing.  The important
decision is whether or not we will grant you your degree.  Don't you think
that's more important than a few bits of clothing or jewelry?" The naked
girl had been intimidated by this man these last few weeks, and right now
was no different.  She meekly nodded and quietly said, "Yes, sir." He went
on, "Now, while you were doing your hair and makeup, we had a brief
discussion amongst ourselves.  We looked over these items as well as the
items in this bag." And he held up the Nordstrom's bag from behind his
desk. "And we took a vote.  It was not unanimous, but we decided to let you
get dressed in your normal clothes.  You may now put on the pink brassiere
and pink panties." Amy gave him a stunned look and then a weak smile. 
Then, she tentatively reached out and picked up the pink panties from the
table and slid them up her long legs covering her pussy for the first time
in almost two days.  And then her hands were shaking slightly as she picked
up the pink bra; she was happy that the men had selected this one, because
it was one of her favorite bras.  She looked at it for a moment as if
trying to remember how to put it on.  Then, she slipped her arms under the
straps and fit her boobs into the cups before reaching behind to quickly
hook the clasps.  Then, she adjusted the straps and cups so that they were
comfortable.  And for the first time in three long weeks, her pretty
breasts were hidden from these men's view.  "Just like a normal woman", she
thought silently to herself. She stepped back to her usual spot, but she
was slightly trembling as she stood there in her underwear awaiting the
next instruction. Knoxx then reached into the bag and brought out the black
stockings.  He handed them to her across the desk.  Amy stepped over to the
couch and before sitting down, she gave him a brief questioning look as if
asking permission to sit down so she could put on the stockings.  He gave
her a brief nod, and Amy sat down and quickly slid the stockings up her
long legs.  She stood up and returned to her usual spot. Next he handed her
the black slacks and the dark blue blouse at the same time.  She quickly
slipped her arms into the blouse, luxuriating in the feel of the silk
against her arms.  Then, she stepped into the slacks and was surprised how
loose-fitting they felt.  Had she lost some weight these last few weeks? 
She assumed that she must have.  But she tucked the blouse into the
waistband and did the buttons at the side. Then, Knoxx handed her the black
low-heel loafers, and she slipped them on.  One of the things that bothered
her the most the last three weeks was being shoeless the entire time.  She
had been forced to watch every step to make sure she didn't step on a rock
or nail.  The lack of shoes had made her feel very vulnerable. Finally,
Knoxx handed her the string of pearls, and Amy smiled broadly as she
slipped them around her neck.  She remembered fondly that the last time she
had worn these was on that first date with Dwight; they would always be
even more special to her now than they were before because of that special
night. Now, the fully dressed young woman stood in front of the desk.  She
was feeling a thousand percent more confident than just a few minutes
before. Knoxx said, "Okay, Miss Suzuki, we're almost done here.  Now, we
want to thank you for something." Amy gave him a puzzled look but she let
him continue, "Tyson, why don't you explain this." Tyson Laird got up and
said, "Miss Suzuki, you have demonstrated to us what an effective
punishment that enforced nudity can be.  We could plainly see how
embarrassed you were at being naked - or almost naked - these last three
weeks, and that is exactly what we intended.  And we are going to seriously
consider offering a similar punishment of required nudity to future
offenders of our no-streaking rule.  If you had just accepted our original
expulsion punishment and not brought in an attorney, we would never have
learned what a powerful punishment nudity could be.  So, for that, we thank
you." She really wanted to scream at him for such an incredible statement,
but she just quietly said, "Okay." Knoxx then opened his desk drawer and
pulled out the picture frame holding Amy's diploma.  She gave a big smile
when she saw it, but it quickly faded when he said, "Now, we need to decide
what to do about this.  And to be perfectly honest, this committee is still
undecided whether to award you a degree and give you this diploma." He
waved the list of violations at her as he said, "This is pretty long list
of violations, and we just cannot overlook them.  We actually added two
more after this morning's activities.  First, Kelly Stubbins said you
talked when you were explicitly told not to.  Second, you hid your breasts
and vagina from view when you pressed against that young man in the parking
lot.  We assume that was your brother, right?" Amy meekly said, "Yes, that
was Jason.  And I'm sorry about that, but I was so happy to see him.  And
I'm sorry about talking when I shouldn't have." Knoxx went on, "Well, a
violation is a violation whether you're sorry about it or not.  So, over
lunch, we are going to review your diary and continue to discuss your
degree.  That is, the committee is going to discuss it - you are not
invited.  You will find out our decision at commencement.  All of the other
graduates will receive a nice folder to hold their diploma, but the folder
will be empty and the diploma mailed to them.  However, in your case, the
folder will not be empty.  It will contain either the diploma or a letter
explaining why your degree will not be awarded." Amy thought that they
would give her a chance to say something, and she opened her mouth briefly,
but then closed it, because she realized that since she was still 'on the
bubble', then anything she said would probably have a negative affect on
their decision.  She just bowed her head and waited for Knoxx to say
something.  But Knoxx said nothing, and he just shuffled things on his
desk. She looked up to see Knoxx sweeping everything from his desktop into
the Nordstrom's bag - including the horsehair butt plug and the nipple and
pussy ornaments as well as her two brassieres and two panties.  He handed
her the bag and said, "Goodbye, Miss Suzuki.  You can pick up your backpack
from Mrs.  Duckworth; your cell phone, earrings, and purse are in the
backpack.  See you at commencement." Amy silently turned, left the room,
grabbed the backpack from the secretary, and rushed out the door.  She felt
tears welling in her eyes again, but she didn't know if they were tears of
joy or sorrow.  Her naked nightmare was over, but she still didn't know
about her cherished diploma. She stopped in the ladies room to empty her
bladder, but she also took the butt plug and ornaments out of the
Nordstrom's bag and stuffed them well down into the trash bin.  Then, she
crammed the Nordstrom's bag with the bras and panties into her backpack. 
She found the small ruby stud earrings in the side pocket of the backpack;
she smiled as she brushed back her hair and put them on.  Then, she touched
up her makeup before leaving the restroom. Amy thought about running down
the stairs, because that would probably be faster, but she joined the group
of people waiting for the elevator.  She didn't say anything to any of
them, but she could tell that they were looking at her; they knew that
Underpants Amy's days of near nudity were over.  She silently rode the
elevator like a normal person to the first floor lobby. The clock showed
12:20 as she ran out the front door, down the steps, and into the wide
spread arms of her mother and father.  As she was hugging her father, she
glanced over at Jason and gave him a knowing smile.  Then, as she was
hugging Jason, she looked over at Dwight and saw the salacious look in his
eyes; she mouthed "I love you" to him knowing that he was looking forward
to taking off all of the clothes that she had just put on!

   Chapter 87 - Degree or No Degree?  That is the Question

   Amy's mind was wandering as she sat listening to the boring commencement
address being given by a supposedly famous bio-chemist, Gorman Snelling,
who had graduated from Bancroft 20 years ago.  Amy had never heard of him,
and his monotone speaking style was not inspiring.  He was giving the usual
graduation speech which could be summarized with: "You were given a fine
education at this wonderful university; now, go out and use it in your
personal and professional lives.  Have a nice life." One of the things Amy
was thinking about was something she didn't want to think about at all. 
The graduates were seated alphabetically, and she was very disappointed to
see Kelly Stubbins seated only a few seats down the row from her.  Stubbins
seemed to be taunting her out in the fieldhouse hallway as they lined up
before the processional, and Amy just walked away from her and visited with
her own friends up til the last moment before the grads had to march into
the gym to the notes of Elgar's "Pomp and Circumstance".  Once they were
seated, Stubbins looked over at her several times with a sneer on her face,
and once Stubbins had whispered something about the pussy shaving that she
had done on Amy just a few hours ago.  Amy was glad to hear the Sullivan
twins, Kevin and Kyle, who were seated in the two chairs between Stubbins
and Suzuki stick up for Amy by telling Stubbins to cool it.  Now, during
the boring speech, Amy looked over and saw that Stubbins was fast asleep.
Amy sat back with a satisfied smile knowing that Stubbins had just
embarrassed herself. She also thought about the nice lunch that her group
had just had.  They all went to Crystal Inn, one of the better restaurants
in town.  She proudly introduced Dwight to her family, and he seemed to get
along well with them.  And she also hit it off with his parents and sister.
Linda and her mother were the other members of the big ten-person group. 
It had been a fun time. But she was also very uncomfortable, because the
fieldhouse seemed much too warm to her.  However, when she looked around,
she didn't see anyone else except herself who was using the printed program
to fan themselves even though they were wearing the same black caps and
gowns that she was.  Amy then realized that she had been warm ever since
she had put on clothes in Knoxx's office, and at the restaurant, she had
unbuttoned two extra buttons on her blouse because she was warm then, too.
Those two buttons didn't help cool her off, but they sure seemed to excite
Dwight who was sitting across the table looking at her cleavage.  She just
chuckled as she realized that nudity had a few advantages, and she would
have to learn all over again how to live in the clothed world. Another
thing she thought about was that this fieldhouse was the site of some of
her many, many embarrassing moments.  In fact, she realized that where she
was sitting on the floor was almost exactly where she had removed her
panties when she walked into the gym that night for cheerleading practice.
She had taken them off as soon as she saw Knoxx sitting in the stands.  And
then several of the cheers that they practiced had been done on this part
of the floor, and she was completely naked during all of those cheers. But
the thing that was really occupying her mind during this boring speech was
her diploma.  Was she or wasn't she going to be given a diploma today? 
What was she going to say to her folks if there was no diploma in the
folder that was going to be handed to her in about 15 minutes?  Even though
that decision was now completely out of her hands, she still fidgeted in
her chair thinking about it.  She even said a silent prayer even though she
was not a particularly religious person. Even if she did get the diploma,
she knew that these last three weeks had been a life-changing experience
for her.  She was certain that it would follow her for the rest of her life
in some fashion.  Vince Garoni had said that he would not publish the
explicit photos that his group had taken, but Amy knew that there had been
many other nude photos taken of her, and they might creep into her life at
some unexpected time in the future.  Three weeks ago, she could never have
imagined the extreme embarrassment and humiliation that she would have to
endure to get the diploma.  If she had known, Amy would probably have
elected the expulsion punishment even though it would have meant going home
to her parents in disgrace. Finally, the boring speech was over, and Amy
tightened her fists as the presentation of the diploma folders started. 
Since her name, Suzuki, was well down in the alphabet, she could only sit
and watch as the other graduates march across the stage and shake hands
with Knoxx as he handed them their empty diploma folders.  She was a bit
surprised to see Dwight Henderson follow immediately after Linda Hathaway;
she hadn't realized that they had been seated together.  But she grimaced a
bit when she saw that neither Linda nor Dwight had shaken Knoxx's hand when
he extended it; Amy wondered if the non-handshakes by her friends would
'burst her bubble' - so to speak.  But there was nothing she could do
except wait her turn. About 10 minutes later, her turn came as the
graduates in her seated row were escorted to the side of the stage, and one
by one, they went up the steps to approach Knoxx.  When "Amelia Nashiyo
Suzuki, Journalism" was announced over the loudspeakers, she took a deep
breath and stepped onto the stage.  And then she heard a murmur through the
crowd with a smattering of applause even though they had asked the audience
to hold their applause until the end of the ceremony.  When she approached
Knoxx, she saw the tall stack of empty diploma folders sitting on the table
beside him, but she also noticed that there were two folders set off to the
side.  Each had a Post-It note attached to the front; one was marked "AS1"
and the other was "AS2".  She sighed as she realized that "AS" meant "Amy
Suzuki" and that Knoxx's decision about her degree was literally coming
down to this very last second as one of the folders held her diploma and
the other did not.  He could pick up either folder, and at a whim, he could
affect the rest of her life. She took the last few steps up to him, gave
him a neutral smile, and reached out her hand.  As they limply shook with
their right hands, Knoxx reached over with his left hand and it hovered
over the two marked folders for just an instant.  Then, he removed the
"AS1" sticker from the folder, and handed the folder to Amy with just the
hint of a smirk on his face.  He didn't say "Congratulations" to Amy like
he had to all of the others. Amy was shaking slightly as she finished the
walk across the stage and down the steps on the other side.  She really
wanted to peek into the folder right then, but she restrained herself until
she was back in her seat. With the folder on her lap, she took a deep
breath and opened it.  She let out a soft anguished gasp when she saw a
letter addressed to her in the folder rather than a diploma.  Tears welled
up in her eyes and she knew that the people around her were looking at her.
Through her tears she read the letter which was printed nicely on the
college stationery with today's date. Subject: Discipline Committee Report
Dear Miss Suzuki: This correspondence is the official report of the
Discipline Committee regarding your offense on Monday, April 30 of this
year. As you are aware, this institution has a very strict rule about
streaking on campus.  It has been in effect almost the entire time that you
were a student here, and we feel that you should have known how severely we
deal with such an event.  And yet, you chose to violate this rule anyway.
Normally, this committee would have immediately expelled you from this
institution, and the issue would have been closed on the next day when you
would have departed this campus.  However, we realized that there were some
extenuating circumstances that needed to be considered in your specific
situation.  And after deliberation, we reluctantly decided to permit you to
remain as a student here and to punish you in other ways rather than
expulsion.  We carefully explained the punishment to you in a legal
document, which you signed to indicate your agreement.  This document
included the rules that you were required to follow in order to avoid
expulsion. However, you did not seem to take these rules very seriously,
because you violated them many times during your punishment period.  And in
accordance with this agreement, this committee added several more
punishments.  But you still continued to violate these rules, and we added
even more punishment projects. We have been appalled at your seeming
disregard for these rules.  Even as recently as this morning, there were
five violations reported to us, and we had to add some "eleventh hour"
punishments for them.  It is only after extended deliberation that with
great reluctance, we permit you to receive a Bachelor of Science in
Journalism from this prestigious institution.  Your diploma is enclosed.
Sincerely, Calvin Knoxx Chancellor, Bancroft University Amy's anguish
turned to a smile and a gasp of delight.  At the bottom of the letter in
very tiny print, she saw the following: Contents: 1.  Cover letter 2.  List
of violations 3.  Diploma She lifted up the letter and saw that there were
several more pages in the folder.  She skimmed the next three pages and
found that they were a detailed list of her violations, over 50 altogether.
And then underneath all of them was her diploma.  She had received her
treasured degree and diploma!  She moved the diploma to the top of the
stack in the folder, and she wanted to shout with joy and hold it up for
the world to see, but she just sat there breathing heavily.  She looked
over at the Sullivan twins and smiled; they each shook her hand and
whispered their congratulations.  Similarly, the woman on the other side,
Meredith Swanson, quietly said, "Well done, Amy." Even these strangers
understood how important it was to her. The last few minutes of the
ceremony seemed to just drag by, and Amy sat in her seat with nervous
energy.  Finally, the ceremony ended and everybody spilled out into the
hallways of the fieldhouse. It was a chaotic scene with the graduates
trying to find their families and friends.  But Amy ducked down a short
hallway to a door marked "Sports Information Office".  During the fall
semester, Amy had worked with the university's sports reporters as part of
a class project; sort of a mini internship.  And she still had the key to
the office on her key ring in her pocket.  She surreptitiously unlocked the
door and sneaked into the office.  She made a beeline to the copier room,
but it was not to use the Xerox machine.  Instead, she turned on the paper
shredder and fed in the four pages - the cover letter and the 3 pages of
violations.  She watched as the confetti-like pieces fell into the plastic
bag under the machine.  She wished that she'd be able to dispose of the
rest of her unpleasant memories as easily as she had those pieces of paper.
She turned off the machine, jotted a short note for the secretary, and left
the note and the key on the secretary's desk. Then she stealthily walked
out of the office and into the crowd where she found Linda. Linda smiled at
her and asked, "Well, Sooz, did you get it?" Amy replied with a yelp,
"Yeah, Lindy, I did.  I really did.  Look." And she proudly opened the nice
leather folder and showed Linda her diploma.  And the two friends hugged
tightly. Then Linda said more seriously, "I was worried when I couldn't
find you.  What were you doing back in that hallway anyway?" Amy just
replied, "Oh, nothing.  Just a little paperwork." Epilog - One Year Later
It was a little over a year later, and Amy was naked again.  Actually, she
had been naked for the last several weeks; she wasn't sure exactly how long
it had been, but she knew it was measured in weeks not days. She was lying
on a thin mat on the uneven stone floor.  She had had a restless few hours
of sleep, and now she heard the keys jangling in the lock and the door
opened. The man entered and turned up the lights, which were never
completely off, but now they were extremely bright.  He came over, grabbed
her by her arm, and said sharply, "Get up." Before she could get up of her
own accord, he yanked her to her feet, and swatted her ass.  "Hands behind
your back." Amy was still groggy, but she obeyed.  He then tied her arms
tightly behind her back; wrists to elbows so that her boobs were thrust
out. The man knelt in front of her and said gruffly, "Spread your legs."
Amy saw what he was holding and said, "Oh, please no!" And the man
immediately stood up, glared at her, and said, "What have I told you about
talking!  You've just earned two more days of punishment.  And now, if you
utter one more word, I'll gag you and add 5 additional days.  Now, shut up
and spread those legs." He grabbed a nearby paddle and gave her two hard
whacks on her bare ass. The naked girl started crying when she realized
that it would now be at least 6 more days til she was allowed to wear her
panties again.  She had diligently worked the punishment down to four days,
but now she had foolishly cost herself two extra days. As tears streamed
down her cheeks, she meekly spread her legs.  The man ran his index finger
from her navel across her smoothly shaved pubic mound to the top of her
pussy traversing the area where the strip of pubic hair had been before
being shaved off for the body painting at the art and wine festival.  Since
she had been at this place, the men had shaved her pubes everyday so that
they were perpetually smooth. As he spread her pussy lips with his fingers,
Amy trembled.  She expected him to use lubricant on the dildo or to rub it
into her pussy like he had done on previous days, but today he did neither.
But she didn't dare complain, and she let him slide the dildo roughly into
her pussy. Then using a small cylinder of compressed air, he quickly
inflated the dildo so that it filled her vagina.  Then, he attached a leash
to the hook at the base of the dildo and started to lead her out into the
hall with the leash.  But he stopped and said, "Oh, they'll probably be
needing this." He retrieved the paddle and hooked the thin leather loop
over the fingers of Amy's tightly bound left hand.  "Hang on to this. 
Don't let it drop." And then he closed and locked the door behind them, and
he led her down the long dimly lit hall with the leash attached to the
dildo.  She stumbled a bit on the rough, dusty stone floor, and she felt
the tug in her pussy as he yanked on the leash and said, "Come on." As they
passed one of the other cell doors, Amy was surprised to see it open. 
These doors had always been shut when they'd taken her out before.  The man
stopped and looked into the cell.  Amy looked in also and saw a naked man
strapped to a pad on the floor.  A woman attendant was stroking his cock
which was almost rock hard already. The man said to the woman attendant,
"What's that one being prepped for?  Do you need any help with him?" The
woman said, "No, thanks.  He's going to the Display Room where naturally
they want him erect.  Is that one going to be on display, too?" She said
the last part while motioning at Amy. The man shook his head and said, "No,
I'm taking her to the Directorate.  I don't know what for." The woman just
sighed as she continued to stroke the naked man's organ and fondle his
balls, "Well, that's never a good sign.  I hear that the Japanese female
has been very compliant, just like this male.  Wonder what the Directorate
is going to do?  But I sure wish they'd do something about this other one."
The man pulled Amy further into the room, and Amy saw a naked and gagged
woman with her arms tied above her with a rope up to the ceiling; she
wasn't on tiptoe, but Amy could tell that it was an uncomfortable position.
Amy noticed a fearful look in the naked girl's eyes as she thrashed about.
The woman attendant said, "This one's been a pain in the ass ever since
she's been here.  The training just doesn't seem to be working.  I was
supposed to put her on display today, too, but I can tell that she's just
not going to cooperate, because she's still struggling even after hanging
here all night.  I'll tighten up the rope and let her hang for a few more
hours; maybe that will make her behave.  But now we've got to get the
Mexican female ready instead.  Vanya's next door getting that one ready."
The man said, "Well, good luck.  I'll come back down after dropping off
this one." And he pulled Amy by the leash back into the hallway.  As they
passed the next door, Amy saw that a gorgeous naked Hispanic girl was being
prepared the same way Amy was with a leash attached to her pussy and arms
tied behind her back.  The attendant was another woman, which surprised
her, because Amy had only been tended to by men during her time here.  But
Amy was a tiny bit jealous of the two naked women, because they still had
their pubic hair whereas the men had shaved Amy's mound every single day.
The man paused for just a moment as he looked in at the pretty Latina girl,
and then he pulled on Amy's leash and continued down the hall. They turned
a corner, and Amy saw the long flight of stone stairs leading upward.  They
climbed the stairs, and the man unlocked the heavy wooden door at the top.
He said, "Wipe your feet on that mat before stepping into the hallway." She
did as she was told, and they stepped out onto the highly polished floor.
The man also locked the big door behind them.  The hallway was lined with
nicely lighted works of art, both pictures and sculptures; she felt
extremely uncomfortable about being led bound and naked through this
opulent space. A few yards down the hall, he pulled her into a restroom
that was clearly marked "Men".  She really needed to pee, and she hoped
that he had noticed that.  But he just looped the leash over a faucet
handle and said, "Stay here." He then walked over to a urinal and relieved
himself.  When he finished, he came back to her with his penis still in his
hand; he roughly turned her around and wiped the remaining drops of piss
from his cock onto her bare ass.  He washed his hands and looked at her
standing there with a pleading look on her face.  He asked, "Do you need to
pee?" Amy nodded, but he said, "Well, too bad.  We don't have time to undo
you.  You'll just have to hold it." She sagged her head and then followed
meekly as he dragged her back into the lush hallway. They continued down
the hall and as they turned a corner, two well-dressed women approached;
the man pulled Amy off to the side of the hallway to let them pass.  The
older woman was wearing a distinctive business outfit, and the younger lady
was tall and wore a short party dress.  They were chatting quietly, but
when they saw naked Amy being pulled on a leash, they stopped, looked her
up and down, smirked at her, and then continued on down the hallway.  As
they passed, the man with the leash said, "Nice that you could come today,
Mrs.  Vickers.  I'll see you and your daughter at the party after I take
care of this." Amy's face was bright red with embarrassment at having been
seen in her current condition by these strangers. But then the younger
woman stopped and said, "Mother, wait.  I want to look over that one." And
she came back to look at Amy.  She pointed to the leash and asked the man,
"How is that connected?  Did you put rings in the labia?" The man replied,
"Oh, no, we don't do that at this resort.  This is hooked to a phallus. 
Here, come look." And turning to Amy, he ordered, "Spread your legs for the
lady." Amy reluctantly obeyed. The young woman bent down, reached between
Amy's legs, disconnected the leash, grabbed the eyelet hook, and wiggled it
back and forth a few times shifting the dildo around in Amy's pussy.  The
woman asked, "It's in there securely.  Why doesn't it come out?" He
replied, "It's inflatable.  First, I shove it up into her and then I blow
air into it using this canister of compressed air." The young woman then
said, "Interesting device.  I'll have to try that on my females sometime."
She re-connected the leash, got up, gently squeezed Amy's left breast,
pulled on the leash so Amy was in the middle of the hall and handed the
leash back to the man.  The woman then circled the naked girl, removed the
paddle from Amy's hand, handed the paddle to the man, patted both of Amy's
bare ass cheeks, and said, "I'm intrigued by this one.  Nice Asian
features. Have you taught her English yet?" The man replied, "Oh, of
course. All of our trainees speak English." He turned to Amy and said, "Say
something to Miss Vickers.  And be nice." Amy looked at the young woman and
guessed that they were probably about the same age; maybe Amy was a year or
two older.  But this woman was a couple of inches taller and stylishly
dressed, and here was Amy bound, naked, and being led by a leash hooked to
her pussy.  Amy wanted to say something sassy like "I have a college
degree, you bitch.  Did you make it out of high school?" But she knew that
she'd be punished severely for that, and she sheepishly said to the woman,
"Yes, ma'am, I speak English." The young lady said, "Oh, even a New England
accent.  You've taught her well.  Is this one available today?  I might
want to borrow her for a trial period.  I could probably make room for one
more female in my collection." The man said, "I'm sorry, Miss Vickers, but
I don't know the complete status of this one.  However, I do know that she
has a panty option.  You'll have to discuss it with the Directorate.  Maybe
you can do that later at the party." The tall woman frowned and said, "Oh,
that damn underpants option always complicates things.  But I'll discuss it
with the Directorate; we can probably work out something." The woman
stepped back behind Amy, knelt down, and spread the naked girl's butt
cheeks.  Amy jumped, and the man sharply pulled on the leash and said
firmly, "Stand still." The young woman said, "I don't see a number tattooed
here.  What do I use to identify her when talking with the Directorate?"
The man replied, "Oh, we don't number them until their First Phase training
is done.  We've almost finished that phase with this one.  In fact, she's
going before the Directorate in just a few minutes.  So, maybe we'll
inscribe the number down there tomorrow.  In the meantime, you can refer to
this one as the 'Japanese female', and everyone will know what you are
talking about." The tall woman stepped back in front of the nude girl,
patted Amy on the top of her head, and said to her captor, "Thanks for your
help." The young woman left and returned to her waiting mother.  As the two
women were walking away, Amy overheard the younger one say, "Will Daddy
give me some more money?  Or maybe I could trade a couple of females for
that one?" Amy was shaking in embarrassment, and tears started to well up
in her eyes.  She thought to herself, "I'm not a human being to them; I'm
just a Japanese female animal to be added to her zoo.  And what the hell is
a 'panty option'?  The men never told me about that.  And they never
mentioned tattooing me in my butt crack.  What's going to happen to me
anyway?" The man then looped the paddle cord back over Amy's fingers and
led her several more yards down the hall, until they came to another big
heavy door.  He stopped, dropped the leash so that it dangled from her
cunt, and said, "Okay, let's make sure you look okay before facing the
Directorate." First, he fluffed up her long dark hair a little bit.  Then,
he dragged his finger from her navel to her pussy again, but this time he
also pulled her clit from its little hood and as he rolled it in his
fingers, two more people passed in the hallway; this time it was a man and
a woman, both dressed as nicely as the two women; they just laughed as they
saw what Amy's captor was doing and the look on Amy's face. The couple
left, and her captor stood up and massaged her nipples for a few seconds
until they stiffened up nicely, and then he twisted them cruelly causing
her to gasp.  He glared at her and said, "That was close.  Absolutely, no
talking.  Understand?" The naked girl just nodded.  He walked around behind
her, squeezed her bare butt cheeks, and said, "Not red enough." He took the
paddle from her hand, and gave her a hard swat on the left butt cheek
followed by a similar one on her right cheek.  Finally, he stepped further
back and swatted her extremely hard with the paddle landing on both cheeks.
He traced his fingers on her red butt and said, "Good.  Just right." She
started crying again.  He came around and faced her saying, "Quit crying.
It messes up your makeup." Using a tissue, he wiped the tears from her eyes
and cheeks, and then he touched up the makeup.  Next, he hooked the paddle
over her fingers again.  Finally, he reached into his pocket and pulled out
her panties.  He looped them over the fingers of her other hand and said,
"Don't drop either the panties or the paddle." He looked her over again and
said, "All right.  You're ready for the Directorate.  Remember that you are
not to look them in the eyes; keep your eyes down.  Got it?" She just
nodded.  He picked up the leash, gave each of her tits one last tweak,
knocked on the big door, and . . . Amy bolted awake, sat up in bed, and
yelled, "No, no, no, . . ." Her frilly black nightie and matching panties
were soaked with sweat. Dwight was suddenly wide awake, too, when he heard
her yelling.  He quickly wrapped his arms around the terrified girl and
said, "Amy, Amy, it's okay.  You're in your own bed, and I'm here." She
buried her head in his shoulder and started crying, "Oh, god, why do I keep
having these nightmares?" Dwight asked, "Was it Knoxx's office again?" The
sobbing girl shook her head and said, "No, it was the dungeon this time."
They lay back on the wet sheets, and he quietly held her for several
minutes.  Then, he wordlessly guided her into the bathroom, turned on the
shower, removed her soaked nightie and his own pajamas.  Then, they climbed
into the shower, and she let him lovingly wash her body.  After he dried
her, he helped her into her big fluffy pink bathrobe that she liked so
well. He was just about to say something, but Amy put a finger to his lips,
and the two of them went back to the bedroom and silently changed the
sheets.  She put on a stunning white nightie and he slipped back into his
PJ's.  And then they went back to bed, cuddled, and fell asleep in each
others arms. The nightmares had started right after graduation.  Amy didn't
say anything about them at first, but after a few months of almost nightly
bad dreams, she discussed them with Dwight and Linda hoping that just
talking about them would make them go away.  But no such luck. Finally, a
few weeks into the new year, she went to see a therapist, Dr.  Mary
Robbins, who was recommended by Linda's sister.  Amy told Robbins that
there were three different nightmares that kept reappearing.  The worst one
was the dungeon, but another one bothered her almost as much.  In that
dream, Amy was modeling panties for men in Knoxx's office.  Unlike the
dungeon dream, this nightmare was almost a replay of what she had actually
done several times during her punishment at college.  The dream was a
little more extreme than the real-life episodes, because there were many
more men in the office, the modeling sessions lasted for several hours well
into the night, and the men were allowed to touch her and to slip the
panties onto her. The third dream was a little less extreme, but still
bothersome to Amy.  In the nightmare, she was back at college walking naked
in the homecoming parade with the cheerleaders; she was carrying a pole
that held her spread out panties kind of like a flag or a sail.  Since she
had appeared naked in public quite a bit during her punishment, Dr. 
Robbins thought this dream seemed rather tame compared to the dungeon
nightmare.  But it was still bad enough to wake Amy up in the middle of the
night. Amy also told Robbins that the nightmares happened only occasionally
when Dwight was spending the night with her.  Amy could only remember 3
times before this night when she had awakened Dwight with her thrashing and
yelling after having one of her bad dreams.  But the episodes were almost a
nightly occurrence when Dwight wasn't with her. The therapist spent one
session trying to dissect the three nightmares.  The only obvious common
thread was her nudity and her panties, but otherwise the three bad dreams
didn't have much in common.  The doctor asked if there was dungeon-like
place at college or in her current life.  After thinking for a moment, Amy
said, "Well, at college, there was an old building, Wakefield Hall, where I
posed a lot for the drawing classes.  In the basement, there was a narrow
hallway leading to the bathrooms and the old unused security office that
had a small jail cell in it.  During the first photoshoot, they had me walk
down those stairs while bound naked so they could take pictures of me in
the jail.  And they took me into the men's restroom to stand bound and nude
in front of a urinal.  But there wasn't any dildo or opulent hallway with
well-dressed people.  And they never spanked me that night.  So, I guess
there is some correlation, but it's not a replay like the panty modeling in
the Chancellor's office." Dr.  Robbins nodded and said, "But there was a
dildo at Wyndonham, and you were spanked sometimes, right?  And was the
Chancellor's office nicely furnished?" Amy replied, "Oh, you mean Wytham.
Yes, they did use dildos in me there.  And Professor Whiteside did spank me
when I was late that one time.  There were some fake spankings during that
photoshoot; they pretended to spank me, but they never actually hit me. 
But those two girls did hit me hard with the buggy whip during that awful
ponygirl performance.  Oh, yes, Dr.  Knoxx's office, especially the outer
office, was very nicely furnished and decorated." Robbins paused a bit and
then continued, "You used the word 'Directorate' for the people you were
going to see in that room?  Do you know who those people were?  What
happened in that room after you were led into it?" Amy replied, "No, I
don't know what happened in that room.  I always wake up in a sweat as that
man opened the door.  I guess the Directorate was Knoxx and his committee,
but since the dream always ended before I saw them, I just don't know." The
doctor then asked, "And what about those women named Vickers?  Any idea who
they might be?" Amy just shook her head, "No, not really.  Maybe Whiteside
and her sister.  Possibly Nicole Larson as the younger woman, but I never
met her mother.  Or it could be Mrs.  Farmer and her daughter.  But I don't
know anyone named Vickers; so, I don't know where that came from." Robbins
continued, "In the dream, you were prohibited from speaking, and it seems
like they were hinting at some kind of auction or sale to the young woman.
That kind of sounds like the Prime Cut auction that you did near the end of
your punishment.  Right?" Amy replied, "Yeah.  So, you think in these
dreams that I'm remembering things from various parts of those three weeks
and forming stories out of them?" The doctor nodded and said, "Yes, I think
that might have been what happened.  But let's continue dissecting the
other two dreams before we draw any conclusions.  So, let's talk about the
modeling dream.  You said it happened in the Chancellor's office, and you
modeled panties for several gentlemen for a long, long time.  Now, think
carefully, who were all the men?" Amy immediately started to say something,
but Robbins raised her hand and said, "Please, my dear, see if you can
remember each man in that room." Amy shut her eyes and thought for a minute
or so.  Finally, she said, "Well, there was Dr.  Knoxx and his four
henchmen - Laird, Farmer, Telford, and . . .  Uhh, what was that other
man's name?  Oh, Kirkpatrick.  Behind me sitting on the couch were 3
fraternity guys.  Sitting on my left side there was the two security
guards, Olsen and Sweeney, and their boss, Greggson.  Oh, there were 3
other frat guys sitting off to the side.  Ken Marriott, my lawyer, was
standing beside me.  Dr.  Beaupre, Logan, Travis, Dr.  LaSalle, Dr. 
Newman, the Norwegian researcher - all of them from the Wytham sex research
lab.  Vince Garoni, the photography club leader, and let's see there were
the 10 guys from the club.  Oh, Mr.  Thorson, the head maintenance man, his
deputy, Mr.  Conrad, and his worker, Russ, who was really a nice old man.
Of course, the two city policemen that I encountered.  And then in some
grandstands at the back of the office, there were all the guys on the two
baseball teams plus the bat boys and the 3 guy cheerleaders and the
security officers from the ballgame.  Also, the boys from the soccer team
were sitting in those stands.  And Nate Ashford, who was Kelly Stubbins's
boyfriend.  There were more people in those grandstands, but I can't
remember who they were.  Sorry." The doctor said, "That's okay, Amy.  Were
there any women in the dream?" "Nope, just me.  Why wasn't Eva or Whiteside
or the four girl cheerleaders or the women from the art class or the two
girl photographers or Nicole or the woman cop or Stubbins there?  Or Mrs.
Farmer or those two awful girls from the festival - Keplar and Denton? 
What does it mean?" Robbins replied, "Oh, I'm sorry, honey, but I don't
know.  Maybe it's as simple as you being embarrassed much more by being
naked in front of men rather than women." Amy just nodded. The therapist
then said, "What about the parade and displaying your panties?  Did
anything like that happen at school?" Amy said, "Well, there were several
of these hooks around campus where I was supposed to hang my panties while
I was nearby doing something in the nude.  Wytham, the maintenance
workroom, the theater manager's office, the art studio, and of course, the
Chancellor's office.  So, I guess that's kind of like holding them up like
a flag." And she went on to tell Robbins about the naked walk across campus
with Knoxx and Laird after the baseball game dangling her panties from her
hand.  Then she said, "Oh, I just remembered.  Knoxx had me carry a sign
with two pairs of my panties spread out on it when I walked back to the
dorm that last Sunday.  The sign advertised the free haircuts that I would
be doing for guys that evening.  Not exactly a parade, but somewhat
similar." The therapist said, "Well, all of that is consistent with our
original guess that the dreams were stories created from various things
that happened during your punishment.  But it doesn't give me much of an
idea yet how to stop them." Robbins was also interested in the
contradictions between the nightmares and some other aspects of Amy's life.
One of these was the way that Amy was dressing these days.  In college, she
rarely wore provocative outfits, usually only for dates or other special
occasions.  But now, Amy almost daily wore suggestive clothes.  Short
skirts, belly shirts, visible bra straps, very short jogging shorts, and
lots of cleavage.  Underneath she always wore sexy panties and bras.  The
day after graduation, she went with her mother and Linda to Victoria's
Secret to replenish her supply of panties, and Amy spent several hundred
dollars on panties, bras, and nighties.  They were all frilly and sexy. 
The panties ranged from lace bikinis to cheekies to boyshorts to thongs. 
There were no plain vanilla panties like she had worn during her
punishment. The brassieres were mostly push up style emphasizing her full
breasts.  The nighties were frilly with matching skimpy panties. For her
job at the newspaper, Amy always wore skirts or dresses - usually in a
business style, but always short.  She sometimes wore one of her miniskirts
which were tight and several inches above the knee.  The blouses and shirts
were rarely a tuck-in style; they usually allowed flashes of her bare
midriff. In fact, the day that Robbins discussed this with her, Amy was
wearing a very short skirt and Robbins could clearly see the black panties
that she was wearing as she crossed her legs.  Even a middle-aged woman
like Mary Robbins appreciated the view of this gorgeous young lady's long
legs and partially unbuttoned red blouse. Dr.  Robbins had suggested
wearing more conservative clothes to see if that would alleviate the
nightmares, and Amy had tried that for a couple of months.  But when the
nightmares persisted, she went back to the sexier apparel that she
preferred. Another contradiction that the therapist discussed with her was
Amy's visit to a clothing-optional resort over New Year's.  During the
autumn, Linda had off-handedly invited Amy to come along with her to the
nudist vacation spot in the Caribbean.  Linda hadn't expected Amy to agree,
because it might remind Amy of her punishment time at Bancroft and the
recent nightmares.  But after thinking about it, Amy decided that it might
actually help with the nightmares by going to the nudist club for a few
days. For the first few hours at the resort, Amy wore her pink lacy thong
panties.  But she soon realized that the "clothing optional" phrase in the
advertising brochure really should have been "nudity required", because
everyone else was completely naked.  So, she slipped off her panties and
stuffed them into her beach bag as she and Linda were sunbathing the first
day; Linda just nodded approvingly when she saw the panties disappear into
the bag.  After that Amy did not put on any clothes until she left five
days later.  And Amy actually reveled in the attention that she got from
the men.  She and Linda were unquestionably the prettiest women there, and
the men hit upon them almost constantly.  But even though she kind of
flirted with the men, Amy rebuffed their advances and remained faithful to
Dwight by sleeping alone each night. It was after arriving back home and
having the nightmares continue that Amy had decided to see a therapist. 
Going naked again hadn't stopped the bad dreams, and Amy was running out of
ideas of things to try on her own.  Dr.  Robbins had understood Amy's
reason for going to the resort, but the therapist still didn't think it was
the right thing to do at the time.  If Amy had been her patient before the
trip, Robbins would have discouraged her from going. Another interesting
contradiction was Amy's much more active sex life.  In college, Amy had had
a fairly inhibited sex life.  She had been a virgin until her freshman
year, but then she and her old boyfriend, Josh, had made love many times.
But Amy was usually very tentative and passive, letting Josh take the lead.
However, after her punishment period, her sex life had exploded.  She and
Dwight were very energetic in their lovemaking, and Amy was constantly
looking for new sexy things for them to try.  Part of the change was due to
her becoming an independent young woman; she had just turned 23 years old,
and it was only natural for her to still be learning what she liked and
disliked sexually. As an example, Amy had confided in Robbins about her
pubic hair.  She told the therapist how it had been shaved and "coiffed"
several times during her punishment period, and then how she had let it
grow out to a lush bush again in the weeks right after graduation.  But
then during one giggly lovemaking session, she had let Dwight shave it all
off again.  And she had kept her pussy smooth and bare for several months
after that including the time at the nudist resort.  Then, she had decided
that she had liked the thin strip that she had during most of her
punishment.  And as she was letting it grow out again, she let Dwight shape
it into the narrow strip above her pussy. Dr.  Robbins understood the
growing up and the sexual exploration that is normal for women of Amy's
age, but the three weeks of mostly naked punishment at college seemed to
have triggered something inside Amy.  Based on her psychiatric training and
Amy's concern about the recurring nightmares, Dr.  Robbins would have
expected Amy to become more withdrawn rather than more open sexually.
Robbins probed some other aspects of Amy's life hoping to understand the
recurring nightmares.  She asked Amy about her relationship with her
parents and brother.  But there were no conflicts with her family; if
anything, she was closer emotionally to her parents now than before; they
were a great source of support in her transition from college life to a
life on her own.  Amy made several weekend trips down to Warwick to see
them.  And she talked to her brother, Jason, who was a junior at Cornell,
almost every week.  Also, over the months, Amy had been very open with her
family about what had happened to her during those three punishment weeks.
She truthfully answered all of their questions, and she apologized for not
telling them everything at the time. And her friendship with Linda was as
strong as ever.  They were sharing an apartment in Dedham, Massachusetts,
near Boston, and Amy was very open with Linda in discussing the nightmare
problems.  Amy was happy to have someone right there to talk with every
evening.  During Amy's punishment at college, Linda had told Amy how proud
she was of Amy for being so determined to make it through those difficult
last few weeks.  Amy had never considered herself to be a strong person;
for example, during her punishment, Amy had broken down and sobbed
innumerable times, and she didn't think a strong woman would have done
that. But she did like Linda's use of the word "determined" in describing
her during that time, because Amy had been very determined to get her
journalism degree and to graduate on time. Robbins asked about other of
Amy's friends.  Amy had made some new friends at the newspaper where she
worked, and she had kept in touch with college friends, especially Rekha,
Sharon, and Maddie as well as Linda, but those other three lived in other
parts of the country and so Amy used email, Facebook, and the phone to
communicate with them.  Amy was also surprised in the winter to receive an
email message from Nicole Larson, the strange high school junior who she
had met at the panty auction.  When Amy first saw the message in her in
box, she was afraid that Nicole was going to ask her again to have lesbian
sex with her, but Amy was pleasantly surprised at the more mature tone of
the message.  Nicole was now a senior in high school, and her message was
basically a how-are-you-doing note with comments about what she was doing
in her final year of high school.  But Amy was most surprised by the
paragraph where Nicole said that she had asked her brothers, Mitch and
Steve, to be sure to delete all copies of the digital photos taken of Amy
naked at the panty auction.  Amy had worried about those photos showing up
on the internet, and she had been surprised to never see them anywhere;
those photos still existed on the printed one-sheet documents from that
awful evening, and Amy just hoped that they would never be scanned back
into electronic form.  Also, Nicole said that she was very disgusted by
Knoxx's treatment of Amy at the last Sunday 5 PM meeting where Nicole had
watched Knoxx thoroughly humiliate Amy in front of so many people, and so
Nicole had decided to break with family tradition and not go to Bancroft
University; she was now planning to go to University of Vermont.  Amy was
touched enough by Nicole's email that she had replied, and the two of them
had exchanged notes several times subsequently and the subjects of sex and
nudity were never mentioned; Amy actually considered Nicole to be a
penpal-like friend now. The therapist asked Amy about her work to see if
maybe job stress might be a partial factor.  But Amy loved her new job at
the weekly suburban Boston newspaper.  She had been hired as a reporter,
but the job really was more of a jack-of-all-trades position, because she
helped in other areas such as page layout and web site design.  She even
wrote a couple of editorials, and she hit the streets a few times to
solicit advertisements from local merchants. But the newspaper was in
financial trouble, because of the poor economy and competition from the
internet.  There were no layoffs, but several people resigned and their
positions were not refilled.  Amy was more than willing to jump in and help
with those other tasks; she just loved the dynamic of working for a real
newspaper.  However, the shaky financial position of the paper caused her
to treat this as kind of a temporary job, and she kept her eyes and ears
open for other employment opportunities just in case the firm folded. 
Robbins thought that the uncertain job picture might be related to the
nightmares, but Amy absolutely rejected that possibility because she was
enjoying her work so much. Dr.  Robbins also suggested filing a lawsuit
again Bancroft.  The therapist was certain that the university had
over-reacted to Amy's streaking.  The punishment was far too harsh for the
minor offense.  Amy seriously considered suing the university, and she
might have had a partner in the suit. One day a few months ago, she got a
phone call from Vince Garoni, the biology professor who was also head of
the Bancroft photography club.  Garoni had been fired by the school,
because he did not hand over to Chancellor Knoxx the explicit, naked
pictures that his club had taken of Amy.  In fact, on his last day of work,
Garoni said that he had destroyed all of the printed photos and all of the
negatives from those two nude photoshoots.  Amy believed him because all of
those pictures were taken with film cameras rather than electronic digital
cameras, and because she frequently Googled herself on the internet to see
if any pictures or articles about her punishment appeared.  The only one
that she found was on tabloid newspaper's web site in a section called
"Nudes in the News", and it showed her naked breasts as she popped up from
under the water in that fountain while retrieving the coins, but that photo
was not from Garoni's photoshoots.  She never found any evidence that any
of the explicit photos taken during those two sessions were posted anywhere
on the internet or published in a magazine. Garoni wanted to file suit
against the university for wrongful termination, because he had the written
agreement with Amy not to distribute those photos in any fashion, and he
felt he was fired because he would have had to violate that agreement in
order to keep his job.  Amy had contacted her father's lawyer, Ken
Marriott, and she and Garoni met with Marriott to discuss the case. But
ultimately, they decided not to pursue the lawsuit for a few reasons. 
First, Garoni had destroyed the photos, which would have been crucial
evidence.  Also, those photos actually belonged to the university rather
than to Garoni personally; so, he had destroyed university property. 
Second, Garoni's agreement with Amy was very unofficial; it was merely a
sheet of paper with a hastily written paragraph and the signature of Amy,
Garoni, and each of the club members.  The signatures had not been
witnessed by legal entity such as a lawyer or a notary public.  Marriott
was certain that it would not hold up in court.  Third, on graduation day,
Amy had shredded the report from Knoxx's committee along with the list of
violations, and so, Amy didn't have any meaningful documentation to use in
the suit. And the fourth reason was most important to Amy.  Since she was
keeping an open mind about having to look for another job, she would need
Bancroft to send either a transcript of her grades or a verification of her
degree to a potential employer.  And Ken Marriott pointed out that Knoxx
would probably hold up sending a transcript or a verification letter if Amy
filed a suit against him or the university.  She just didn't want to take
that risk, and in the end, she told Robbins and Marriott that she didn't
want to do it.  She was sorry for Garoni's sake, but she later learned that
he had found a new job at University of New Hampshire. And Dr.  Robbins had
asked Amy to frankly discuss her relationship with Dwight.  This brought a
big smile to Amy's face, because Dwight was the best part of her life now.
They spent almost every weekend together.  Dwight was living at home with
his parents in nearby Brookline, Massachusetts.  He was working on his MBA
at Boston University, because he had been unable so far to find a job in
his field of geology near Boston.  He recently had an offer from an oil
company in Jacksonville, Florida, and another from a municipal utility
company in the Chicago suburbs, but he wanted to remain near Amy.  They
were both confident that he would eventually find a suitable job in the
Boston area. They had several common interests including being Boston Red
Sox and Boston Bruins fans plus lovers of classical music.  But the real
reason for Amy's big smile was the wonderful sex life that they enjoyed
together.  Every lovemaking session seemed to bring something new and
exciting to both of them. Finally, Dr.  Robbins asked Amy to invite Dwight
to come to one of her weekly therapy sessions.  After the introductions,
the couple sat on the couch and held hands as Robbins said, "Amy, you are
very interesting person.  You came to me to figure out how to stop the
nightmares, and frankly, my dear, I'm stumped.  I thought that just talking
with you about them and analyzing things in your life would do the trick,
but it hasn't." She turned to Dwight and said, "Dwight, you seem to be a
big help to her with these nightmares.  I realize that they still happen
with you there, but not very often." And she turned back to Amy and
continued, "So, Amy, I do have a suggestion on how you can minimize the bad
dreams, and possibly get rid of them." Amy smiled and said, "Doc, that
would be great.  What do you suggest?" The therapist just said, "Why don't
you two get married?" Amy turned to Dwight and saw the little twinkle in
his eyes and she gasped, "You knew she was going to say this, didn't you?
You didn't just meet her for the first time this morning, did you?  You
were in on this all along, weren't you?" He gave her a big smile but just
nodded.  She giggled as she went on, "So, boyfriend, is this a marriage
proposal?" Dwight gave her a serious smile, pulled a ring box from his
pocket, got down on a knee, pulled the ring from the box, and said, "Amy,
you are the love of my life.  Will you marry me?" Amy started crying and
through her tears she said, "Yes, yes, yes.  A thousand times, yes." And he
slid the ring onto her outstretched finger.

   The End