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MY FIRST SCHOOL SKIRT - By Satinmaid under direction by Mistress Lisa
This story is loosely based on a true event. I wasn't involved but it is similar to something
Mistress Lisa did while at school, long before I met her. I hope you enjoy it, please let me
know what you think.
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I was fourteen the first time I was made to wear girl's clothes. I have been forced to many
times since then but you never forget the first time do you? Okay, I'll admit that some of
the times since I haven't actually needed much forcing but that first time I definitely
did. I would never have dreamed of letting someone make me wear a skirt in a million
years. I still don't really like it and sometimes have to be punished if I refuse to wear
whatever sexy skirt or dress I am ordered into......but that's a different story.
The first time was one day at school. We had just finished a lesson and were going out
for lunch break. It was a lovely summer day and I had a packed lunch that I intended to
sit and eat on the school field.
As I left the classroom a girl called Kelly came up to me and whispered, "Meet me
behind the art building and I'll let you kiss me."
I had fancied her for a while and had been told that she was a good kisser so I smiled and
said that I would be there. I watched her walk away, talking to one of her friends. Kelly
had gorgeous long blonde hair that she wore loose most of the time and in bunches some
of the time. She had a thin white cotton blouse on, through which I could see her black
bra straps (a sight that always made me feel a bit odd, a very nice sort of odd though) and
an extremely short, pleated school skirt that was navy blue. Sometimes she wore a very
tight skirt but not today. I could never decide which looked best on her. The tight one
looked great, taut against her thighs as she walked or sat and sometimes with her pantie
line visible but the pleated one looked just as nice in a different way as it swung freely
about her wonderful legs giving the eternal hope that it might be blown up by the wind.
She sat behind me in some of our classes and if I dropped my pencil I could sometimes
see up her skirt if she was wearing the tight one. She often wore sexy knickers made of
some shiny material and it gave me a thrill to see them when I was looking at her,
pretending to pick up my pencil. I had done that this lesson but it was harder to see up the
pleated skirt than the tight one. The pleated skirt fell between her legs when she was
sitting down where the tight one would have stretched across her thighs leaving a gap to
see up as long as she didn't cross her legs, which was hard to do at those school desks.
Behind the art building was very secluded and nobody ever went there. The kids who
smoked had somewhere else they gathered as there was only one way to get behind the
art block and no way to escape if you got caught with a cigarette there. It was at the far
side of the school grounds and most people couldn't be bothered walking that far unless
they had a lesson there. We were extremely unlikely to be seen if we went there. I went
round the back of the art block and sat down on the grass that was there. Most other
people had been on the other side of the school field and there had not been an art lesson
just before lunch so there was nobody in the art block. Even if there had been there was
only store rooms at the back and no windows looked out onto where I was sitting. I had
eaten my sandwich when Kelly appeared. I stood up and brushed myself down.
"Hi," I said and smiled at her. She looked great standing there in the sunshine with a
strange, mysterious half smile on her face.
"Hi," she said, "do you want to kiss me?"
I nodded, "That's why I came here, I thought you wanted to kiss me."
She nodded as well, "I've seen you looking at me, do you fancy me?" I blushed and
nodded again, "You're really pretty." She stepped closer and put her arms round me.
"You can kiss me now if you want."
I did so and it was wonderful. What I had been told was right, she was a good kisser, not
that I had kissed many girls before. Only two before had wanted to kiss me. She started
kissing me and I felt a little faint because it was so nice, especially when she forced her
tongue into my mouth and seemed to melt into my arms. It started to turn me on and I
tried to turn away slightly, embarrassed that she might feel my erection. Kelly pressed
hard against me and there was no way I could disguise the fact that she was making me
go hard. She pulled away a little with that odd smile on her face again.
"Do you like that?" she asked, "You seem to be enjoying it."
She started to finger me through the front of my trousers and let out a little moan which
made me even harder. Suddenly she was pulling down the zip on my trousers and
pushing her hand inside to touch me through my underpants. She started kissing me again
as she was rubbing my erection and then her hand undid the button holding my trousers
closed. I tried to stop her but she started pulling away from the kiss and pushing my hand
out of the way. She grabbed my wrist and placed my hand on her small breast. I forgot
about stopping her from undoing my trousers and concentrated on how nice it felt to cup
and squeeze her breast in my hand. I could feel her nipple hard against my palm. She had
my trousers undone and let them fall round my ankles. Her knee forced its way between
my legs and pushed them apart slightly so she could fondle me through my pants more
easily. She untucked her blouse and put my hand up it so I could touch her through the
bra. As I squeezed her nipple she moaned again and started undoing my shirt buttons. I
was too busy with the wonderful feeling of her touching me between my legs to worry
when she took my shirt off and dropped it on the floor. She kissed me again and stepped
back.
"I'll just make sure no-one's coming," she said and went to look round the corner of the
art building. "We're okay, everyone's over the other side. We've got a free period after
lunch as well so we have plenty of time." She walked back to me, placed her hand on my
chest and gave me a rough shove. I stumbled backwards, tangled my legs up in my
trousers that were still round my ankles and sat down heavily. She laughed and knelt
down, pushing me to the floor so I was lying next to her. Then she leant across me and
started kissing me again. Next she moved down and flicked her tongue quickly across my
erection sending a shudder of delight through me. I was feeling too good to stop her
pulling my shoes and socks off then removing my trousers completely. She kissed me
roughly again, forcing her tongue deep into my mouth then suddenly pulled away in the
middle of the kiss.
She jumped up and grabbed my trousers, socks, shoes and shirt and said, "I saw you
trying to look up my skirt today you pervert. So I've decided to teach you a lesson." Then
she ran out from behind the art block leaving me lying there in just my underpants. In a
panic I leapt up and called after her, begging her to bring my clothes back and
apologising for looking up her skirt. I peeked cautiously round the corner of the building
and saw that she had vanished. She hadn't had time to get out of sight unless she went
into the art block which was probably locked or into the girl's toilets that were on the
other side of it. There was no way I could get out from where I was without other people
seeing me on the field and even if I could I could hardly risk going into the girl's toilets. I
would be punished severely if any of the teachers caught me, especially if I was wearing
just underpants.
I stayed hidden behind the art building, panicking and hoping that she was just joking and
would bring my clothes back after she had punished me enough. A few minutes later she
came back and she was wearing my clothes. She was holding her own blouse, skirt, socks
and shoes in her arms.
"I think I'll wear your uniform for now so you can't look up my skirt. I think it's only fair
that you wear mine so I can look up your skirt and see how you like it. Put them on," She
threw me her clothes, "and when I've had my fun I'll let you have your trousers back. If
you don't put them on I'll go away and you'll have to either wear my skirt or come out in
just your underpants."
I was nearly crying but what could I do? I was forced to put her blouse and skirt on while
she stood there watching me and laughing. I had trouble fastening the blouse as the
buttons were on the opposite side from those on my shirt. I really didn't want to put the
skirt on but when I hesitated she said, "If you don't put it on I'm going into the canteen to
have my lunch and you can stay here with no trousers."
I decided that I would have to do as she said so that she would give me my clothes back. I
pulled the skirt up round my waist, fastened the button at the back and did the zip up.
"Good, you look cute in my skirt. Put my shoes and socks on then do a twirl for me." I
did so, pulling her girlie white ankle socks on and then her black patent leather shoes that
had a strap across the top of the foot and a very slight heel. I did a twirl. "Not good
enough, twirl faster so the skirt flares up." I blushed and twirled again hating the feeling
of the skirt flying up and her laughing at my distress.
"Can I please have my trousers back now? I'm really sorry I was looking up your skirt but
you're really pretty and I fancy you. I promise I won't do it again as long as you give me
my clothes back."
She just laughed at me again, "I haven't finished having fun with you yet, I want to see
you do some girly things in that skirt." She looked around and thought for a second. "I
know," she pointed at the wall of the art block, "I want you to do a handstand so that the
skirt falls down and shows your underpants."
Reluctantly I did so, my cheeks burning with humiliation as she just stood there laughing
herself silly at how stupid I must look. It was horrible the feeling of the skirt falling down
and knowing that my underpants were in plain sight. Finally she let me come down but
then made me skip round the small area here, watching the pleated school skirt fly about
my thighs.
"You've been a very naughty girl haven't you?" She asked with a frown on her face. I said
nothing. "I asked if you had been a naughty girl, answer me." I nodded but this obviously
wasn't good enough for her. "Say it, tell me what a naughty girl you have been and how
sorry you are." She looked really angry now and I had to answer or she might not have
given me my trousers back.
"Yes Kelly, I have been very naughty. I'm sorry and I'll never look at you again. Please
forgive me."
"That wasn't what I wanted you to say. Tell me you are a very naughty girl or you can
wear my skirt to the next lesson, that would be fun wouldn't it? Would you like that? I bet
you would you pervert, I bet you'd love it if boys were trying to see up your skirt all the
time."
"No! I don't want to wear this skirt. I've been a very naughty girl. I'm a bad girl and I'm
sorry. I promise to be a good girl from now on." I hated saying that I was a girl almost as
much as putting the skirt on in the first place. It made it a lot more humiliating but it was
less embarrassing than being forced to go back into school in a skirt to get my P.E. kit
which was in my bag in our tutor room. "I'll be a very good girl Kelly, I promise I won't
look up your skirt any more."
She smiled and stepped close to me, "You'll be a good girl?" I nodded dumbly and she
took me in her arms. "Then maybe I'll forgive you. Did you like it when I kissed you?" I
nodded again, I was more embarrassed than I had ever been but I had enjoyed the kiss a
great deal. (I've been more humiliated than that in skirts since but like I said, that's whole
load of different stories.) She looked deep into my eyes and said, "I like you in that skirt,
maybe you should wear it to the next lesson. These trousers are quite comfortable and I
might keep them. I wonder what your parents willsay when you come home wearing a
skirt." I assumed she was going to make me keep the skirt on but as I tried to protest she
kissed me roughly, stifling my cries with her lips and tongue. I started to get turned on
again and Kelly put her hand up the skirt I was wearing as she felt me stiffen against her,
she let out a soft, sexy moan as she felt me go hard in her hand. After a few minutes she
pulled away again, I would have orgasmed if she had kissed and fondled me much
longer.
"Do you still promise to be a good girl? If you are I might give you your trousers back."
"I promise to be a good.....girl." I really wanted my trousers back, the skirt made me feel
very vulnerable. I could imagine how vulnerable girls must feel at boys trying to look up
their skirt or lift it up. It also scared me that Kelly could put her hand up it so easily,
especially as she was humiliating me but still turning me on.
"Well you'll have to prove you're a good girl. Go stand and face that corner. I'm going to
get my sandwiches from my bag but I'll be back soon. If you aren't still facing that corner
when I get back then you cannot have your trousers back. If I think that you are going to
be a naughty girl then at the end of lunchtime I will go into the tutor room and take your
P.E. kit as well. I can be waiting outside the room when Miss Stern arrives. Unless you
were going to run across the field while everyone's out here looking. Miss Stern might
have something to say to you if she sees you wearing a skirt and blouse and little girly
socks and shoes. She might call an immediate assembly and cane you in front of the
whole school. Everyone will see you in your little skirt as she bends you over the table
and canes you. Everyone will laugh at you. Do you want that?"
"No!" I cried again, "I've told you I will be a good girl. I'll stand and face this corner until
you come back and tell me that I've been a good girl and can come out."
She stared at me for a few seconds and I burst into tears. I was so scared that she would
leave me in this skirt that I would have done almost anything. When she saw me crying
she smiled and kissed me on the cheek. "I believe you little girl, I know you're telling the
truth but I may have to take your trousers and P.E. kit away anyway. I'd leave you my kit,
I think you'd look cute in my netball skirt and pink trainers. We'll have to see how kind I
feel when I get back. Now face your corner and think about how you can be a nicer girl
until I get back." I nodded and stood in my corner, sobbing quietly. She wasn't gone for
much more than five minutes and I didn't realise she was back until I heard a giggle and
she said, "I think you've been a good girl, you can come out of your corner now." I turned
round and walked towards her. She kissed me again and whispered, "I like good girls. Do
you want to be a good girl?"
I whispered back that I did as I thought she was going to kiss me again. "I know a way
you could be a good girl, if you want to be a good girl." I nodded but she told me to say it
to her, to tell her what I wanted.
I said, "I want to be a good girl, Kelly. Please tell me how to be a good girl for you."
She smiled again and said, "A fourteen year old girl shouldn't be wandering around
without a bra should she? Only a tart would refuse to wear a bra. I could lend you mine if
you want. Unless you are a tart? A tart wears short skirts but a good girl might be allowed
to wear trousers. Which are you a tart or a good girl?" My heart sunk as I realised what
she was getting at. She wanted me to beg her to let me wear her bra so that I could be a
good girl. The thought horrified me but I wanted my trousers back.
My cheeks burned again as I was forced to ask, "I'm a good girl Kelly. May I borrow
your bra please? It's so pretty and I'd love to wear it so that people don't think I am a tart."
She smiled and said, "Of course you can borrow it. Do you need help putting it on?" I
nodded and she made me take the blouse off. She took her bra off without having to
remove my shirt which she was wearing. I was quite impressed at how easily she
managed this. Then she made me put my arms through the straps of the bra. I nearly
started crying again at the humiliation of being forced to stand there while this girl put
her bra on me.
Finally she had it on me and fastened it at the back. I reached round but couldn't reach the
clasp. I was trapped in it until she decided to let me take it off. She fondled me through it
and kissed me for a minute then made me put the blouse back on. Looking down I could
see that the blouse was fitted and this along with the slight padding made me appear to
have two very small breasts. I blushed again. I could also see the black material of the bra
through the thin white cotton of the blouse.
Suddenly there was the sound of conversation and laughter getting nearer, somebody
must be coming this way. I panicked and tried to find somewhere to hide in case they
came round the back of the art building. There was nowhere. I begged Kelly to hurry up
and give my trousers back but she waved me to silence and said, "I'll just go see who it is
and if they are coming this way." She pushed me away as I tried to grab her and stop her
from leaving me here in the skirt again. Then she went to the edge of the art building and
looked out onto the field. She looked back at me with a huge smile on her face then
turned back and shouted to someone, "Come over here and see what I've made John do.
You'll piss yourself laughing. Quick, over here."
I nearly screamed and stood there wondering whether to hide in a corner as I crouched
and clasp the skirt between my legs so it looked like I was wearing shorts or whether to
put my hands in front of me to try to hide the skirt. None of this would have worked of
course but I was in a total panic. I was trembling in terror at the thought of others seeing
me like this.
With nothing else to do I was standing in plain sight when a group of people appeared.
Most were in my class. They were mostly girls but there were a few boys with them.
Every single one of them laughed as they saw what I was wearing. "Doesn't he look
sweet?" said Kelly. Then she turned to me and said, "Tell them what you told me. Tell
them why you asked to borrow my bra." I just stood there speechless, surely she couldn't
make me say it in front of everybody. When I refused to answer she came closer and said,
"Maybe you want to borrow my makeup as well, maybe you want me to keep your
trousers and make you wear a skirt to the next lesson."
I realised that she might force me to wear her makeup and go to my next lesson dressed
as a girl so I said, "I want to be a good girl, I wanted to borrow your bra so I wasn't a tart
for not wearing one. Please say that I'm a good girl."
The girls that were watching squealed with delight when they heard me say this and the
boys laughed even harder. A couple of the girls came near and said, "How does it feel
wearing a skirt? Would you like me to lift it up like boys do to us?" I shook my head but
they ignored me and tried to grab the hem of my skirt and lift it. I struggled and tried to
move away but by this time I was surrounded by people all trying to lift my skirt up and
laughing at my distress. One of the boys grabbed the strap of the bra I was wearing and
pulled it before letting it snap back. I had done the same to girls before and they always
got angry, I could see why now, it was humiliating. I struggled to push through the
people who were trying to lift my skirt and ran out onto the field. I no longer cared about
people seeing me, I just wanted to get away from having the skirt pulled up and the bra
straps pulled. I was crying as I ran and some of the boys tried to grab me so that I would
be forced to stay hidden here and be humiliated some more. I managed to get free and ran
off, the skirt brushing against my thighs as I ran.
I heard laughter behind me and a girl called Anne, Kelly's best friend, shouting, "I'll kiss
any boy who grabs him and takes his underpants so I can make him wear my knickers." I
looked around and several of the boys obviously wanted to kiss her because I was
suddenly being chased. I ran as fast as I could but I was not used to the girl's shoes I was
wearing and was already worn out from trying to get away from them all lifting the skirt.
They didn't have to chase me very far before the first of them grabbed my arm and pulled
me to a halt. I tried to fight back but suddenly there were about five boys all trying to
grab me so they could claim a kiss from Anne.
I found myself wrestled to the floor with a boy holding each arm down, one holding each
leg and two who were forcing their hands up my skirt. I felt the waistband of my
underpants being grabbed and tried to yell but someone else clamped their hand over my
mouth. I struggled violently but was outnumbered with no way to stop this group of boys
pulling my underpants down. Having a group of boys groping up my skirt and trying to
pull my underpants off was far worse than anything that had happened to me so far and I
was sobbing and trying to yell through the hand clamped over my mouth. Soon they had
my underpants off and I was naked beneath the skirt which rode up my thighs as I
struggled and gave everyone even more of a laugh as I revealed myself. With my hands
held down I couldn't even pull the skirt down to cover myself.
As I was held there, Anne came and stood over me. She slowly French-kissed the boy
who was holding up my underpants and then reached under her own skirt. She started to
pull her knickers off in front of me and soon handed them to the boy who had got mine.
The knickers she handed him were pale pink silk (Anne also sat behind me in some
classes and I tried to look up her skirt as well, both she and Kelly often wore very pretty
knickers) with a lace frill round the top and a small bow on the front. The boy she had
handed them to knelt before me and with everyone's help slipped them over my ankles
and started sliding them up my legs. I was struggling as hard as I could but there was no
way they were going to let me go yet. Quickly he had the knickers on me and tugged
them into place. The skirt was still rucked up round my waist from my struggling and
everyone clapped and cheered when they saw me lying there, held down in pretty
knickers. Kelly came over and knelt next to me and pulled the hand away from my
mouth. She started kissing me before I could yell and began touching me through the
material of the knickers. I was still held down by the boys and couldn't do anything
except let her kiss and fondle me. It started to turn me on again until everyone laughed as
they saw me go hard through the silk knickers.
I started to cry again and Kelly stopped kissing me and the boys let me stand up. I tugged
the skirt down to hide the knickers and erection then put my hands on my chest to hide
the bra still visible through the thin blouse. Kelly spoke to me, "Did you like being a
good girl?" I nodded too afraid to disagree. "Then maybe you can have your trousers
back." She looked around and said to several of the boys, "Grab him again." They did so
and I struggled weakly as Kelly undid the skirt and let it fall round my ankles. She made
me step out of it and put it on over my trousers which she was wearing. Then she took my
trousers off and threw them to me. I put them on quickly to cover the knickers I was still
wearing.
She said, "You can keep the blouse and underwear on and give them back tomorrow. You
can put a jumper on to hide them if you want but I think you look cute like that."
With more laugher everyone wandered off leaving me crying in the middle of the field
with no underpants to change into and unable to reach the bra-fastener to remove it. All
the boys followed Anne for the promised kiss and the rest of the girls went off with Kelly
laughing about what she had done to me.
That was only the first time that I was forced into girl's clothes and used for another's
pleasure. It was by no means the last. Maybe I'll tell you about some of the other times
later.
End
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