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Authors name: Maxim (maxim2010@hotmail.com)
Story title : Claire Danes: School Days
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Claire Danes: School Days (F, exh, huml)
by Maxim (maxim2010@hotmail.com)
***
This story is a fantasy, any resemblance between the
characters in it and any living beings is only
coincidental, nor does it reflect the true dispositions
of any celebs featured.
You'll find all my stories at
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MJ11Storygroup/
***
It was a Monday morning at the Ryder School for Girls and
the teen actress Claire Danes sat at the back of the
class.
A smile was etched across her teenage face, Claire
pretended to write in her book, but really deep down she
was very pleased with herself.
The reason Claire was pleased with herself was sitting
right in front of her. It was Brooke (the bitch) sitting
in her seat without a blouse.
Just her little tartan skirt, knee high socks, shoes and
a bra.
This is how it happened...
Claire Danes was one of many teen actresses whose parents
had decided to send their daughters to the Ryder School
for Girls. There was also Christina Ricci and Natalie
Portman and the bitch herself, the Australian actress
Brooke Satchwell.
Brooke had recently moved to Hollywood and had been to a
few auditions but was yet to find her "Big Break". Apart
from being a actress, Brooke Satchwell was also a major
bitch who had done her best to make Claire Danes life a
misery.
Claire thought it was pay back time.
Earlier that day Claire Danes has been running to class
and was late for a change, Claire could be normally
regarded as a good girl.
But then most of the pupil's at the Ryder School were
good girls, especially when public humiliation was the
punishment at the Ryder School, Claire had heard what had
happened to Christina Ricci the other day when she was
forced to strip in front of a class full of Girls and
BOYS.
Thankfully for Claire's sake, the teen actress did her
very best to stay out of trouble and she intended to keep
it that way Claire was running, with only seconds to
spare, when she looked up to see Brooke the bitch in the
same predicament. Being late for classes was not looked
upon kindly at the Ryder school, the loss of at least one
item of School uniform was almost guaranteed.
Claire Danes and Brooke Satchwell hit the classroom door
at the same time, colliding with each other head on,
Brooke fell, but Claire didn't.
Brooke landed on her teen ass and looked slightly dazed
as Claire Danes smiled sweetly, opened the classroom door
and walked in closing the door after herself.
Leaving Brooke laying there in the school hallway. It was
at that moment the school bell rang. Class had begun.
Brooke Satchwell was late.
Claire Danes smiled broadly, like the proverbial cat that
had got the cream, as Brooke Satchwell entered the
classroom, her head down, and walked up to their teacher
the elderly Ms. Carpenter.
Carpenter was a stern, humorless woman, who some of the
girls said was a lesbian who seemed to delight in
humiliating her students, only last week she'd made poor
Natalie Portman walk around bare breasted for two whole
periods for simply not doing her homework. Natalie had
said she'd been to a audition for some film called "The
Expert" or was it "Leon".
Claire had seen Natalie's goose pimpled, firm nipples had
been streaked with her tears for hours as she walked
around, exposed.
Carpenter was a woman you didn't want to mess with.
"BROOKE SATCHWELL, what are you doing in class late?"
Carpenter shouted as soon as she saw Brooke.
Brooke sighed deeply; she knew excuses were of no use.
"I'm sorry Ms. Carpenter, I-" Brooke stammered.
Carpenter shook her head, horn-rimmed glasses trained
like radar on Brooke's school blouse. "You take off that
blouse Brooke Satchwell. Maybe a cool shock with remind
you of the importance of punctuality."
Brooke went bright red, some surreptitious titters of
amusement twinkled around the classroom. Brooke slowly
undid the buttons of her school blouse and with shaking
hands, spread the white fabric, exposing her large teen
breasts encased in a modest white cotton bra.
Carpenter nodded and snatched the school blouse off
Brooke's back. Brooke instinct was to cover herself but
she knew that would only result in further clothing
losses.
Brooke stood in front of the class, shivering and
blushing.
Claire leered.
Carpenter spoke: "Okay Brooke, you can get this back at
the end of class."
Brooke Satchwell sighed in relief. At least she didn't
have to walk around all day with no blouse. She sat down
in front of Claire Danes wearing just her little tartan
skirt, knee high socks, shoes and a teenage bra.
With Claire pretending to write and smiling to herself.
Then something really strange happened.
Brooke stood up, ran one hand through her brunette locks
and picked up something from her bag.
Claire couldn't see it.
Brooke then stood up, from her school desk and seemed to
trip over on something. Large teen breasts jiggling and
more laughter from the girls in the class....
"This just isn't Brooke's day..." thought Claire
delighted.
Brooke used Claire's bag to help herself up, her hand
lingering around the edge of the bag.
Claire frowned but didn't pay much attention; she was
more interested in seeing what Brooke would do next.
Brooke walked to the front of the class and knelt next to
Ms. Carpenter. Whispering into her ear.
"Something's wrong..." Claire thought. Her intuition was
confirmed mere seconds later when...
"Claire Danes would you stand up please?"
Claire was slightly bewildered but not really nervous. I
mean, after all, she hadn't done anything wrong. Right?
So Claire smoothed down her dark blonde hair, made sure
her school tie was straight, stood up and smiled.
The redness of her lips juxtaposing with her porcelain
white skin and dark blonde hair.
"Yes Ms.?"
"Claire, could you open your school bag for me please?"
Carpenter requested.
Claire nodded. Why not?
Claire Danes knelt down, picked her schoolbag up and
opened the flap, showing its contents to Ms. Carpenter
and the front half of the class.
A gasp. Long and deep from the girls in the classroom.
A wide-eyed expression of disbelief from Carpenter.
A sly smile from Brooke, whose nipples were now pushing
through the fabric of the teen bra.
Claire felt the pit of her stomach fall away; she looked
down into the bag... What was it? Were her tampons
showing? Or.... OH MY GOD!!
Cigarettes. A packet of cigarettes were in her bag.
Brooke must have put them in when she fell! OH GOD GOD!
"Ms., These aren't mine, Brooke must have put them in
when she fell over an-"
"MISS DANES COME TO THE FRONT OF THE CLASS!"
Claire couldn't believe what was happening, the
punishment for smoking was... was...
"Tops or Bottoms Claire Danes!"
Another gasp from the girls in the class. Tops or
bottoms. One of the most severe punishments. Basically it
entailed removal of all clothing from the waist up or the
waist down. ALL CLOTHING.
Claire blinked at Carpenter shocked.
"Claire do you think I'm being rhetorical? Decide or I'll
let the class decide."
"But Ms. Carpenter they weren't my cigarettes!" Claire
wailed, knowing all was lost.
Carpenter shook her head. She would have none of this.
Claire went bright red. She knew that in mere seconds she
was going to have to expose her tits, or her ass and
pussy to the entire class something she had never done in
her films, not even with Leonardo Di Carpio....
This had never happened to her before to her. Nobody had
ever seen her like this. She'd never been punished.
Claire was a good girl.
"Tops..." Claire whispered. Eyes downcast.
Brooke Satchwell went back to her school desk to watch
the show.
As Claire Danes, the teen starlet, the star of "Romeo and
Juliet" slowly took off her navy blue school blazer and
put it on Carpenter's desk. She then undid her school tie
and put it next to the blazer.
A buzz of anticipation was starting to sweep the
classroom. All Eyes were trained on Claire Danes' firm
pert teenage breasts that seemed to strain against the
material of her school blouse.
Quite a feel of the girls had fantasies about seeing good
little Claire Danes the Hollywood "too good to be true
actress" humiliated in front of the class and now it was
about to happen.
First the top button, then the next three and finally the
bottom button Claire's blouse spread open exposing pale
her white teen breasts still hidden inside a silky bra.
But not for long.
Claire put her blouse down and reached behind her back...
Snick! The bra catch was opened. Claire looked pleadingly
at Ms. Carpenter. "Miss Carpenter they weren't my
cigarettes." she cried.
The class gasped. She'd just called MS. Carpenter MISS.
Ms. Carpenter really hated that. REALLY hated that.
Claire as yet hadn't noticed her faux pas and Carpenter
was obviously milking the moment.
She just stared straight at Claire.
Claire shook her head, blinked her moist eyes and slowly
peeled her bra off. Two pale teenage breasts popped into
view. Pert and milky white. Two large, pink erect nipples
jutted out like exclamation marks. Never ever seen before
in public.
A collective sigh went around the room and Brooke wasn't
surprised to notice were panties were soaked; she wasn't
the only girl in the class to feel damp.
Claire's first tears slid down her cheeks, down her neck
and off the end of her left nipple. She'd never been so
humiliated in her life. But the worse was to come.
"And now, for addressing me as MISS instead of Ms., your
skirt please."
Claire gasped; she turned to Carpenter, her teen breasts
bouncing with the movement. But Ms. Carpenter's look told
her it was in her best interest to keep quiet.
In despair Claire unbuckled her little tartan skirt, and
slid it off, exposing long white thighs and a tiny pair
of pink panties.
Pink panties. Pink.
Carpenter's eyes went wide.
Brooke gaped. She couldn't believe it. Claire wasn't
wearing regulation panties! That meant....
"What color are those panties MISS DANES?" Ms. Carpenter
roared.
Claire looked down, her schoolgirl legs awkward as she
stood bared before the teenage girls in the class. She
took stock of herself, a sixteen-year-old schoolgirl
wearing nothing but a pair of shiny black shoes, white
knee high socks and PINK PANTIES. Why were her panties
pink? Oh shit, it must have been her brother stupid
socks! They were red and he'd put them in with her
whites!
She tried to stammer this but Ms. Carpenter would have
none of it. "You're an insult to your uniform Clare
Danes, therefore you won't have the privilege of wearing
it."
'Here it comes,' thought Brooke.
"...Take those panties off THIS INSTANT!"
"NOOOOOO!" Claire wailed. Her legs crossing in
involuntary shame. Not her pussy.
Not her little pussy on display for the whole class.
"Furthermore, you can remain like that UNTIL THE END OF
THE DAY!"
The class gasped.
Brooke laughed to herself.
Claire started sobbing freely. That was four more hours
of walking around the school, the halls, the playground,
with not a thing to wear. Naked for all to see....
Finally Claire's thumbs went into the elastic of her
panties. She pulled them out... and dropped them to her
ankles. There it was, bare pussy, covered with a tiny
tuft of red hair. It was true Claire Danes really is a
redhead, Claire wept as the class drank in the vision of
her little pink sex and her teen breasts. Then her tight
ass as Carpenter made her turn around in front of the
class.
"Now Claire Danes, you can get your garments after
today's classes, it's going to be a very long day."
Brooke Satchwell agreed. As she watched the stark naked,
weeping, exposed, humiliated Claire Danes walk back to
her desk. She'd ensure it was a very long day...
THE END
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