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Stripped Naked in School
by Bert Hart
***
A girl at Darwin High brings marijuana into the school
and is the first person to be sentenced under the High
School Anti-Drug Humiliation Act. She must strip naked
before the entire school assembly and pose for nude
examinations and photographs. She is Bikini waxed
completely bare in the nurse's office before being
released naked into the school population. (MF-teens,
reluc, exh, huml)
***
Monday, 10AM, Emergency Assembly
I huddle offstage, hiding, while 800 puzzled students
pile into the auditorium. Principal Boingington is
standing at stage center behind the podium, mike around
his neck. When the noise finally subsides he speaks.
"Ladies and gentlemen, two weeks ago in the Clarion I
wrote a brief article in which I promised a new program
to deal with those who bring illegal drugs into Darwin
High. Although I could not be totally specific because
the provisions of the new program were still under
review, I did say that we intended to replace mandatory
suspension with public humiliation as a means of
discipline.
"I had hoped that this statement alone would deter, but
it did not. Ironically, the first person to be caught
after my article appeared was none other than the
editor of the Clarion, a girl I would have thought
would be the last person to do drugs. Miss Bridget
Shue, please come out."
There is a loud murmur as I slink out and stand to
Boingy's left, tremblingly facing the audience.
"Miss Shue, on Friday morning our new drug-sniffing dog
caught you with three marijuana cigarettes in your
purse. You will not tell us where you got them. You
maintain that you were not going to sell or use them,
but give them away.
"Your parents were in my office a short time ago. In
order to spare you from being prosecuted by the D.A.
for posession with intent to deliver, which carries a
mandatory prison term in this state, they signed a
document giving me temporary authority to discipline
you as I see fit, within the written boundaries of our
new program.
"Therefore, Miss Shue, you will immediately strip off
all your clothes and stand naked on stage, showing us
all your private parts. Your hands and arms must not
cover any part of your body."
There was a huge collective gasp from the audience, but
no one gasps louder than I. I stare at Boingy,
momentarily stunned, but then I smile because I figure
out he's got to be bluffing. There are all sorts of
laws I'd be breaking if I stripped. There's public
indecency, lewd and lascivious conduct, and maybe I'd
even have a case for sex discrimination under Title 9
unless he had some guy get up on stage beside me and
pull out his dick!
So sure, I figure, Boingy's going to humiliate me by
letting me THINK I'm going to bare it all before 800
kids, but when we get down to those last two intimate
items he's got to call it off. So I decide to bluff
back. Don't ever let them see you sweat.
I nonchalantly shrug and bend down and take off my
shoes and socks. Then I give him a big smile as I pull
my sweater over my head and immediately go to work on
my blouse buttons. I pull it off and briefly face the
audience, still smiling. There's nothing particularly
sexy about my white cotton bra. It covers me well. Then
I turn my back to the audience as I slide down my
jeans.
They probably think I'm shy, but actually I'm doing it
this way to see if there are any black hairs poking out
from the sides of my panties. Sure enough, there's a
few random tufts I casually push back as I pull down. I
step out and glance briefly. My pubic mound swells out
my panties and below it there's a soft looking lump
where my hair puffs the gusset out.
But overall I'm not showing anything more than I would
at the beach. Still, it is embarrassing to turn around
and face 1600 eager eyes, but I do, while I wait
expectantly for Boingy to call it off. But he's staring
just as hard at my panties as any of the boys. Then he
catches my eye and makes a downward hand gesture. I do
nothing.
Then from the back of the room a deep male voice calls
out. PUSS...eee! And in a flash every boy and lots of
the girls are chanting rhythmically PUSS...eee,
PUSS...eee, PUSS...eee! And Boingy just about breaks
his hand gavelling for silence, but it takes quite a
while before he gets it.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is no way to behave. I
understand fully your frustration upon seeing that Miss
Shue is delaying her disrobing unnecessarily, because I
share that frustration. But in view of the fact this
this is a new program, I believe we must patiently give
Miss Shue one last chance before initiating coercive
measures. And while I certainly agree with your choice
as to what part of Miss Shue's anatomy we would most
like her to bare next, yet I will allow that choice to
remain with her."
From another part of the auditorium, a male voice
filled with mock disappointment rings out.
"Oh, well, tits then." The auditorium rocks with
laughter.
"Miss Shue," says Boingy, "you have done very well. But
you seem to be stuck. Do you need any assistance?"
"Sir, what you are asking me to do is illegal, whether
or not my parents signed off."
"No, Miss Shue, it is not. The Republican Legislature
of our state is fed up with the problem of adolescent
drug use. Two days before you chose to bring the
doobies in, the governor signed the High School Anti-
Drug Humiliation Act. It specifies that no person
stripped under the Act can be found guilty of any crime
relating to that nudity. To the best of my knowlege,
you are the very first person to fall under the Act. I
sincerely hope that your example will make you the
last."
I decide I will take off my bra but nothing else. I
stand facing the audience. There is a wave of excited
buzzing when they see me reaching behind my back. I
unhook the clip and drop the shoulder straps. Now it
would fall down if I wasn't clutching it to me. I look
up at the ceiling as I let it go. My hands are covering
me. I bring them slowly down to my sides. Pandemonium.
Not that I'm anything special up top, just average. But
guys are guys.
When the noise subsides I look over at Boingy and I
tell him that's the last thing I'm going to remove. He
orders me to step forward until I am right at the edge
of the stage. He comes up besides me and looks down at
the front row.
"I'm taking a poll of those in the front row only. How
many of you would like to see Miss Shue pull off her
panties and spread her legs good and wide?"
Every boy and a surprising number of girls raise their
hands.
"Now, how many of you boys in the front row would be
willing to come up on stage and forcibly assist Miss
Shue if it becomes necessary?"
It was unanimous. I knew I was beaten. Either way I'd
end up naked, but if I did it myself at least I
wouldn't be bruised or groped. Besides, I was thinking
I might not be quite as exposed as Boingy expected, and
here's why--
When I was 10 or 11 I started to get small breast buds,
and a few months later I began to grow curly black
pubic hair. And it's grown ever since. Well, I did trim
it
a little last summer so I could stuff it all in a
swimsuit, but not since then. So I was pretty sure I
wouldn't show much if I could just stand there facing
the audience. My thick black bush runs from my mons
completely down my labia on both sides, and is heavy
enough that it pretty much completely obscures my slit.
It's the last refuge of a modest woman.
I hook my thumbs in the waistband. The students fall
completely silent. I slowly lower my panties and step
out. I look down. Just as I hoped, there isn't that
much to see as long as I press my legs together. Boingy
waits a good fifteen second before speaking.
"Please spread your legs, Miss Shue. I made a promise
to the boys in the front row. Please give them a nice
long look, then turn your back to the audience."
By now I am pretty much in shock. I go through the
motions. I don't look down, but I know I'm showing
pink. The boys gasp. It's almost a relief to turn my
backside.
Boingy is relentless. "Please spread your legs once
again, and bend forward with your hands on your knees.
Yes, that's quite nice."
There are no further instructions. After a while I
bring my legs together and turn around. Nearly every
eye is on me, except that a few girls are looking at
the boners tenting out their boyfriends' pants. I bend
forward and pick up my panties, giving everyone a nice
view of my hanging breasts. Show's over, thaaats allll
folks!
"Miss Shue? I'm afraid you can't get dressed just yet."
says Boingy. "Your punishment continues all week. You
must remain entirely nude while on school grounds. You
cannot cover yourself in any way and must remain on
view at all times except for short toilet breaks.
"We will give you a special classroom schedule for this
week only which will put you in contact with as many
students as possible. You will also be taking boy's gym
with a different group each day and using their locker
room. You must cooperate fully in any posing that you
are asked to do, even poses which require you to assume
revealing and embarrassing positions. You must agree to
be photographed in these positions, with the
understanding that any photos taken are solely for the
private use of the photographer and cannot be sold,
traded, or posted on the internet."
He turned and faced the audience.
"However, under no circumstances may a student touch
Miss Shue in any way, on purpose or by accident. Of
course we recognize that a girl has many cracks,
crevices and secret parts that may not be easily
visible. If there is a sexual structure that you wish
to see, you may not expose it to view with your own
hands, but you can request Miss Shue to do so, and she
will comply. Any student who touches her private parts
will be prosecuted for sexual assault.
"Now this assembly is nearly ended, but recognizing
that many of you sitting in the back of the auditorium
may have been somewhat disappointed, I'm going to ask
Miss Shue to walk up and down the aisles. Because of
time limitations, she is not available for posing, but
will turn 360 degrees if asked. Now Miss Shue, please
place your hands at the back of your neck, lock them,
thrust out your chest, and begin your walk."
My stroll was one long nightmare and I only was able to
do it because I was partially in shock. The boys just
stared and stared, and the teachers did nothing when
some of them crouched down real low in front of me. The
worst was when I got to Brian's row. As he looked at my
breasts I knew we were both remembering our last date,
when I let him take off my bra and suck on my nipples.
They were hard then and got hard now. Other boys
noticed and said embarrassing things to me.
When I had walked up and down all the aisles the
students were dismissed. Boingy told me to proceed
directly to the nurse's office and that he'd be along
shortly after he picked up some documents in his
office.
The halls were fortunately deserted so there were no
boys to ask me to pose. I thought in horror about what
poses they'd soon make me take. And boy's gym! Would I
have to do calesthenics?
"Stand in front of them doing jumping jacks, my breasts
bobbing? Would a boy hold my ankles, legs well apart,
while I did sit-ups, looking at my breasts and pussy as
I bobbed up and down? Would I have to climb a rope
nude, my legs spread completely apart at eye level as I
anchored my feet to frog-leg up? Would I be inspected
in their locker room, laid out on a training table?
Nurse Fetherstone's office was empty. I luxuriated in
being away from prying eyes for a few moments. Boingy
and Fetherstone came in almost together. The nurse
walked over to a kind of a low padded bench which was
covered with a wide strip of disposable paper and
started to attach metal implements to the base. I
realized with a start that they were stirrups. Boingy
cleared his throat.
"Miss Shue, we have a problem and a solution. I am
going to read you the relevant parts of the Anti-Drug
Humiliation Act.
"Section 7, Mandated Female Nudity.
"A nude female standing facing forward with her legs
together may show surprisingly little of her genital
structures. Therefore, boys need to learn how to pose
her to greater advantage. It is presumed that they will
learn how to do so rather quickly by trial and error.
When posed correctly, on her back with legs raised and
wide apart, a
girl will show the following structures:
"1. A mons or Mount of Venus, in the natural state
covered with light to dense pubic hair; 2. A genital
slit, bordered by the outer lips of the labia majorum;
3. A clitoral hood. The clitoris may be visible,
depending on the particular girl and most especially
depending on her state of arousal. A ruddy clitoris
engorged with blood will stand out noticably; 4. "The
Pink"- an internal structure comprised of basal tissue
surrounded by the lips of the labia minora. The urethra
is difficult to see. 5. The fourchette; 6. The
introitus of the vagina. It may glisten with moisture.
7. The perineum; and finally 8. The tight pink anus,
which may sometimes be bordered with light hair."
Before continuing Boingy looked at me meaningfully and
raised his voice.
"In many cases, the natural covering of pubic hair will
interfere in the legitimate viewing of these
structures. The principal of the school has the
unalterable right to oversee the shaving, waxing, or
other depilation of the female subject. This procedure
will be done on school property at the very first
opportunity, and only by the school nurse."
Great. Just my luck that the school nurse is a man. And
hetero, too, judging by the bulge I see. Jim
Fetherstone takes me by the hand and lays me face up on
the bench. He puts my feet in the stirrups, brings them
way apart, and fastens them in with leather straps. He
takes a longer look than I think is necessary.
"OK, Miss Shue, we are going to let you decide which of
two ways you want this done. The first is to use wax,
this is typically called 'Brazilian' or 'hard' wax. If
you choose this option, I will put some wax in a
special beaker that heats it to exactly 100 degrees so
it becomes soft and flexible. Your own body temperature
is of course 98 plus degrees; naturally your skin is
always cooler than that. So the wax will definitely not
burn you when I apply it, though it will feel a bit
warm. But before I press the warm wax into your
intimate areas that need to be defoliated, I will put
on gloves and apply a little soft cream containing a
solution of 4% lidocaine.
"This may tickle you a bit and you may feel a very
short period of warmth, but almost immediately
thereafter you will feel those tender tissues go numb.
Then I will apply the wax in multiple strips and let it
harden. I will then pull it away sharply, strip by
strip, and the wax will tear away the underlying hair.
It will make a ripping sound, but you will be too numb
to feel anything. The chief advantage of this system is
that since the roots come out also, the wax job will
not have to be repeated if you behave yourself and your
sentence is not extended beyond this week.
"But I also can simply shave you. I would expect to use
a Quattro. Having four blades you get a very close
shave since each blade tugs up slightly on the hair
beneath it as it cuts, positioning the remnant for a
cut by the following blade.The disadvantage is that I
will have to repeat the procedure later in the week.
Also, there is some danger of nicks. I'll have to ask
Mr. Boinginton to assist in stretching out your labia
tight and flat so I can make an even neat cut."
I didn't want Boingy groping me or to go through it
again so I told Jim I'd go with the wax. He started by
filling a basin with warm water. He took a soft
washcloth and dipped it in the water and started
washing my exposed pussy with it.
"Hairs are hydrophilic." he said. "They absorb water
and become easier to remove."
Of course his washcloth felt good between my legs, but
he didn't rub me very long. After first wetting all my
hairs, he just left the warm washcloth in place. Now I
had to tell them, blushing, that the warmth made me
need to pee real bad. Jim immediately took away the
cloth, went to my feet, and started to undo the straps.
Meanwhile Boingy went to the door and pulled. Several
boys were crowded right at the open door, looking in,
seeing me spread obscenely open. Boingy quickly closed
it.
"There's got to be fifty boys outside, waiting for you,
dreaming up poses." he said. "We just don't have that
much time. It could take you an hour just to make it to
the girl's, and then they'd all want to crowd in and
watch you go."
"No problem." said nurse Fetherstone. "I'll just empty
out this basin and she can go right here."
Now I told them I suddenly didn't have to go, but of
course they weren't buying it. The nurse put the empty
basin on the floor and Boingy kept me from falling over
as I squatted over it and let it rip. It was so
embarrassing I thought I'd die. It wasn't just the
sight, but also the harsh sound of pee hitting hard
into the basin. When I was done Fetherstone put me back
in position on the padded bench, feet once again in the
stirrups. He took out a Handi-Wipe from a drawer and
carefully wiped off a few remaining drops of urine. The
ultimate humiliation.
The waxing went pretty much as he described. But there
was one thing he neglected to tell me beforehand. He
handed me a hand mirror, proud of the job he did. I
gasped.
It wasn't just my totally bare pussy that shocked me.
That was bad enough, since I hadn't seen it like that
since I was 10, and my slit is a lot bigger now. The
lidocaine was still working, so I felt nothing. But in
the mirror I saw a bare pink mons and two bright red
swollen labia. Obviously the procedure had irritated my
tender tissues, and now I looked like some kind of
grotesque parody of an aroused woman.
"Well," said Boingy, "that's about all we can do here."
I handed Jim the mirror and climbed off the bench. I
approached the door. I opened it. Many boys were
looking at me. The one closest to me gulped.
"Bridget, could you, I m-mean, I'd like you to..."
It was going to be a hard week.
(If you liked this story, there is a much better one
I'd like to mention. It is called "Surprise Assembly"
by Katie Lynch. You can find it in the "BDSM Library"
or on the website "The Writings of Leviticus",
involuntary nudity section, scroll down to "katie". It
is quite long, but if you don't have the patience be
sure to read the first few school chapters and also
sections 80-85.)
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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