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Preceding story: In Karen naked in school -- Monday and Tuesday, I'm surprised to find I'm required to attend high school in the nude for a whole week, and I do so very reluctantly.
In Karen naked in school -- Wednesday, part 1 I tell about how I had to pose for Harold, a geeky photographer, before school. My history teacher explains some of the changes in recent history which led to my unusual week in school. In part 2, I pose again after school for Harold, then later experiment with public exhibitionism.
In the morning, I got up and started to get out of bed. I remembered I was bare and started to wrap a blanket around myself, then laughed and stood up and stretched. I went right downstairs and into the kitchen.
My mother was there. She smiled when she saw me. "Keeping right at it?" she asked me. "That's great, Karen!"
I nodded. "I don't get to wear anything until I've had breakfast and my shower," I told her.
I went to the bathroom and did my necessary things, then stepped out again. "Are you making breakfast?" I asked my mother.
"Sure, I thought I'd make pancakes if you'd like some," she nodded.
"Great. Thanks, that sounds great! I guess I'll go take my shower, then." I turned to go back into the bathroom. Just as I started to close the bathroom door, the doorbell rang. I waited, thinking she'd get it, but then it rang again.
I stepped back out of the bathroom and took a deep, nervous breath. Here was another chance to show how courageous I was. I went to the front door, put a smile on my face, and opened the door wide.
It was one of Jimmy's friends from last night. "Hi," he said, looking me over eagerly.
"Hi, uh..." I couldn't remember his name.
"Roger." He smiled a little nervously. "I just wanted to stop by and say 'Hi', Karen," he said.
"Would you like to come in?" I asked him. "You can join us for breakfast if you like!" I said as warmly and politely as I could manage.
"Sure, if it's all right!" He beamed.
"I'm about to go take a shower," I explained. "I'll be having breakfast before I get dressed, though," I told him, smiling a little.
"Can I watch you in the shower?" he asked eagerly.
I blushed. "Um... okay," I said reluctantly, but then giggled. 20 guys had been watching me shower after gym all week! "Come on, then," I said.
I had to leave the shower curtain open. I aimed the shower head so it wouldn't spray water all over the bathroom, then stepped in and faced him. I took a long shower in front of him, lathering myself in soap several times and then rinsing it off, then turned off the water and stepped out. He watched me towel off and dry my hair as well.
"Ready for breakfast now?" I asked him.
"Um... actually... I had better get going," he said, glancing at his watch. "But it sure was fun watching you take your shower!" He hurried out the door, and I sighed, a little relieved to have at least a little privacy.
Jimmy came in for breakfast.
"Your friend Roger was here earlier," I told him. "He watched me in the shower."
"He did?" Jimmy looked surprised, then shrugged.
"Was he a gentleman?" Mom asked.
"He was nice," I told her.
"Good," Jimmy said. "Then I don't have to break his arms." We all laughed.
I had to take off my clothes at school; I couldn't get out of that. Feeling very bold about it, I decided I'd do the best I could to be as adventurous, friendly and cheerful as I could.
After breakfast, I got dressed and walked to school, arriving early as I had the day before. I noticed it was a little cool that morning, in the mid-60s. But it was going to be a nice day.
There were a few students at the front door, and I could see others who would be arriving soon. I'd intended to just cheerfully, boldly strip, but I felt nervous as I looked at the people who were already there. A half dozen guys were eagerly, expectantly looking at me, and grinning. I blushed and took a couple of deep breaths, reminding myself of my intentions. I decided to jump right into a bold start.
"W-would any of you like to help me?" I asked timidly.
"Excuse me, did you say something?"
I blushed harder. They hadn't heard me! I realized I had an easy out. Then I took another quick breath. I didn't want to do it that way.
I spoke out more clearly and loudly. "Would you boys like to help me take off my clothes?"
They heard me clearly that time! They jostled one another and moved toward me. I stood still in front of them, and they waited.
"Go ahead," I invited them, forcing myself to smile. It was about a quarter to eight. Classes started at 8:05. "I'll let you do whatever you want until it's time to go to class."
A couple of them came over right away, and one of them experimentally rubbed his knuckles against my shirt. I blushed but forced another smile.
Someone behind me tugged my pants down to my ankles, then did the same with my underpants. I felt hands on my bare buttocks.
The guy who had brushed my chest grinned; he unbuttoned my shirt, then opened my bra. He studied my face as he began feeling my chest. I was blushing pretty hard. I didn't try to move, but looked away from him.
"Look right at me," he told me.
I looked back at him. He smiled.
Then I gasped; one of the guys behind me slid his finger in my vagina! I started to turn, but the guy in front of me held my nipples, and pinched them. "Look at me!" he insisted. I did so; it hurt when he pinched me! He grinned. "Keep looking at me. I like to watch your expressions," he said.
"Here, let me slide my fingers in there for a minute," someone behind me said, and one finger slid out of my vagina, but another slid in. I gasped again, but kept my eyes nervously on the guy in front of me. Then I jumped; someone was pushing their finger up my behind!
"No! Stop that!" I protested, trying to turn around. The guy in front of me grabbed my nipples again and pinched them hard. "Are you going to remember to look at me?" he demanded.
"I'll try!" I said, gulping.
"I thought you said we could do what we wanted with you?" a guy in back of me said.
"You... can!" I said, gasping.
"Would you lean forward a little, please?" he asked cheerfully.
I did so slowly and reluctantly, but tried to keep my eyes on the guy in front of me. I smiled at him, and he chuckled. "You like this, don't you?"
Just then the bell rang. I felt immensely relieved as the guys behind me yanked their fingers out of my behind and my vagina. The guys behind me pulled my shirt off, and my bra. I smiled at them and bent over to untie my shoes. I got goosed while I did that, and I squealed and straightened nervously, then smiled again. I kicked my shoes off and stepped out of my pants and underpants. The guys grabbed at me for a final feel, then cooperated in picking me up. They took my socks off.
"Hey, I was going to wear those!" I protested, trying to be good-natured about it. "Let me down, please, so I can get my shoes back on, okay?"
They let me down, and I hurriedly got my socks and shoes back on. I didn't see my clothes; I assumed the guys had put them in the box. I hurried to algebra class and got to my seat just as the final bell rang.
It was still awfully embarrassing to be the only student in the class who was not wearing any clothes, but I was determined to enjoy it more than I had the first three days, and also to do more than just try to live through the day. When the algebra teacher, Mr. Dennison, asked for volunteers to solve problems on the board, I raised my hand and boldly went to the board to give it a try. When I finished and returned to my seat, the class cheered.
"We don't see that kind of reaction too often," Mr. Dennison remarked, and the class laughed.
After class, a boy stopped me in the hallway. "I saw the guys outside this morning who got to feel your body," he began. "I just wondered..."
I blushed, then made myself smile at him. I'd resolved to be as friendly as possible... "You want to do it some? Okay, go ahead!"
He looked surprised, but reached for my chest and fingered my nipples. "That feels good!" I said, as brightly and eagerly as I could. I giggled and put my hands behind my head, letting him stroke me for a minute or two. Other students moved past us, grinning and chuckling; a couple of them patted my fanny.
"I guess we'd better get to class," he said reluctantly. "Thanks, Karen!"
"You're welcome," I called after him, then hurried to history class. I was a couple of minutes late, so I stepped into the classroom quietly, intending to go to my seat in the back corner.
"What the hell is this!" Our regular teacher wasn't there. The substitute was a young man. He stepped right over to the door and grabbed me by the arm.
I blushed hard. "I'm sorry I'm late," I started.
"That's not what I mean. It's not all of what I mean, anyway." He glared at me.
"She's supposed to be naked," one of the boys contributed.
"What? Why? In school?" the teacher demanded.
"It wasn't my idea," I told him. "Please let go of my arm."
He hesitated a minute, then let go.
The whole class was chiming in now, until he blared out a commanding, "QUIET!" The class stopped talking immediately, and he turned to me. "Now please explain this, briefly but clearly."
"I was met at the door of the school by the principal on Monday," I explained, "and ordered to take off my clothes. I was informed I'd have to attend school in the nude this whole week. I was given a brochure after I complied, explaining that it's part of a new state law, and a local school policy. There are several other girls who have had to do the same thing; you will probably see them around school today."
"I... see." He looked at me and thought for a minute. "I guess you can take your seat, in that case. I apologize if I embarrassed you."
"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you," I said back, sincerely, then went to sit down.
Then it turned out, him being a substitute, he didn't have much to teach for the day. We wound up putting our chairs in a circle for informal discussion. That was supposed to be about history, but all the guys in the class were clearly eying me, and the substitute was, too. After several attempts to divert everyone's attention back to history, he shrugged and looked sheepish.
"It's clear that everyone has more questions about you than about history, Karen. Let me start." He smiled. "How does it feel to be met at the door of the school and told you have to attend in the nude?"
I blushed. "It was quite a surprise," I explained. "I had no idea the school could have such a requirement."
"How about when you had to take off your clothes?"
"I had to do that in the principal's office," I told him. "There were several teachers standing around, and a crowd looking in the window. They gave me just two minutes to strip bare! Then they let me have my shoes and socks back, and sent me to my classes."
"How have the other students been?" he asked me.
"They've been nice for the most part," I said, looking around at the rest of the class. "I guess it's very much a thrill for the guys." Several of them chuckled and nodded in agreement, and I blushed a little more. "I think most of the girls are glad it's not them, and a few find it distracting, annoying or even boring." The girls all giggled.
"I wonder how they'll handle it if they have to go through it themselves," the substitute mused, smiling.
"I'd love to find out!" one of the boys contributed, and the rest of the guys laughed. So did some of the girls.
"Are there any things you've experienced that would be unexpected by the rest of us?" the substitute asked me after the laughter died down.
"I'm not sure. Well... when you sit down on a chair, it can be cold."
Some of the boys were raising their hands. The sub called on one of them.
"What was the hardest garment to take off?" he asked.
"My bra," I told him. "I took off my shirt first, but it really hit me, what I was doing, when I had to take off my bra."
"Is it still hard to undress at the school?" he asked.
I nodded. "Not as hard as it was the first time, but it's still awfully hard!"
"What private part of yourself do you like to show off the least and the best?" another guy asked me. "Your tits, your ass or your pussy?"
I blushed. "I guess... my behind is the easiest. The other two are both extremely difficult to expose."
"Which is your best feature?" one of the girls asked, giggling.
"I think... guys seem to like looking at my chest the most," I said uneasily.
Finally the class period was done. I was relieved to not be answering those personal questions any longer, but I had to go out into the hall and face the entire school. I blushed at first, then took a breath and remembered to smile at the guys. I had a brief, naughty thought to jiggle at them, and tried to quickly put it out of my mind as being too embarrassing. Then I remembered the goal I'd set for myself for the day.
I took a breath, then started jiggling my chest a little, looking into the eyes of some of the guys and smiling. I started moving my feet a little and jiggling my fanny as well. One guy started humming a fast paced dancing song, and then several others joined in; I danced to their music for a few minutes, smiling warmly and invitingly to the guys who were grinning at me.
"I have to get to class!" I said after a few minutes, and waved, then hurried down the hallway toward the gym.
Thr principal stopped me in the hallway. "Miss Wagner?" he said.
"Yes, Mr. Harrison?" I stopped and faced him, then smiled a little and set my feet apart. "I'm just heading to gym class, but I guess there's no hurry; it doesn't take me long to get ready for it!" I giggled a little.
He chuckled. "You seem to be getting more comfortable with your situation," he noted.
"Oh. Sure." I looked down at myself and nodded. "It's really kind of fun in a way to attend school with no clothes," I admitted to him brightly, trying to be as cheerful as possible. "It's completely different from anything I'd ever have done, or even thought of. It's been embarrassing, but it's also exciting!"
"Good!" He looked me over slowly, and I posed in front of him. "How are the other students treating you?"
"Pretty nicely," I told him. "I let some of them help me undress this morning," I said. "I occasionally get patted or grabbed at in the hallway."
"You don't have to let anyone do that to you," he told me, looking a little concerned.
I blushed a little. "Oh... it's all right. It adds some more excitement to the day."
"Well, I just wanted to find out how you're doing." He smiled at me. "You can go on to your class now."
"I had one question..." I blushed again. "You mentioned a spanking on Monday..."
"Oh, I was just teasing you, Miss Wagner," he said a little hastily. "You haven't done anything to merit that."
"That's good." I looked down, then timidly looked back up. "Actually, I was thinking... a nice firm spanking on my bare buttocks would be kind of... kind of nice," I admitted, blushing hard.
He chuckled. "You'd better get to class."
I hurried into the boy's locker room. No one else was in there, so I ran out to the gym.
"There you are." Mr. Roquette had just finished taking attendance.
"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I was talking to the principal in the hallway."
"All right, but please make an effort to be on time in the future." He nodded, and I joined the rest of the class.
"Were you giving him a blow job?" a girl whispered, giggling.
"No!" I blushed.
"Are you going to?" a guy asked.
"No!" I protested.
"Will you give me one?" "How about me?" "I'd like one!" "Me, too!" "Have you ever given anyone a blow job?" "Did you like it?"
"If I can have your attention!" Mr. Roquette snapped, and I was relieved that the barrage of questions stopped.
"It's rainy outside, so we're going to do some inside work today," he said. He split us into three groups, with 5 guys and 5 girls in each.
My group started out playing volleyball. The entire group grinned at me as I put my kneepads on. "Now you're really dressed for giving blow jobs!" Mike said.
I was normally a pretty good volleyball player, but found it's a different game in the nude. The guys were playing as much to get me down on my knees as to win points.
Pretty soon, the guys on my team were playing along and had me sliding all over the floor on my knees after volleyballs.
"You're using good form," Mr. Roquette told me after watching us play for a minute or two. "You get good stability from having your knees wide apart, and you're angling yourself toward the net pretty well, too. Good job!"
"We're keeping a close eye on her form," one of the guys said, grinning.
"And what have you learned?" Mr. Roquette asked.
"She has nice tits," the guy said promptly.
Mr. Roquette smiled briefly, then blew his whistle. "Time to rotate," he called out. My group played basketball next. I got patted on the fanny a couple of times in lieu of guarding me from dribbling. I'm not a good basketball player anyway, so didn't need much guarding. Also, I was following Mr. Roquette's instructions and stretching my arms as high as I could to block a guy from shooting. He stopped dribbling and just looked at me for a minute, then grinned. "Great chest, Blondie!" he said as he passed the ball. I blushed, but nevertheless had to do the same thing the next time he had the ball.
The 3rd inside activity was badminton. We had just changed to the 3rd activity when Mr. Roquette noticed it was close to the end of the class period. "Sorry, everyone, but we have to go hit the showers," he announced.
I went into the guy's locker room once again, left my shoes and socks, and headed to the showers.
"Are you going to think about being felt up again today?" one of the guys asked me, as a group of them entered the shower.
I blushed.
"Move your feet wide apart, Karen!" another guy suggested.
I did so nervously, and desperately tried to think about something else, but my mind kept returning to that thought. I blushed even harder, imagining the guys fingering me between the legs while I posed in front of them.
"Are you getting horny?" a boy asked. "Tell the truth, now!"
I nodded nervously, and they all grinned and laughed.
"Put your hands up over your head," another guy said, and I did so.
"Anyone could see you're horny, the way you're blushing and your nipples are erect." He chuckled, and I looked down. My nipples were pushing right out. I couldn't help it!
"What made you get so aroused?" another guy asked.
"I don't know," I said timidly.
"Yes, you do," he insisted.
"I, uh, I was..." I took a deep breath. "Someone suggested I think about being felt by all you guys while taking a shower with you," I admitted. "I started thinking about that."
"Want us to help you shower?" a guy with a big, hard erection asked.
I blushed again, then took another deep breath. "I'd love it if you did!" I said daringly, and they didn't wait for any confirmation. They surrounded me, applying soap, rubbing their hands over every part of my body, and rubbing their stiff cocks against my buttocks.
Suddenly the water turned really cold. I yelped, but the guys were moaning. Mr. Roquette was standing by the control for the water. "Everyone under the water, right now," he called out commandingly. "You guys need a little cooling off. Not you, Karen."
I stepped back, but each of the boys was required to stand in the cold shower for a couple of minutes.
"There, that should do it," he said.
I giggled; their cocks were harder than ever, and purple. Mr. Roquette shut off the water, but didn't dismiss the boys; they stood shivering in the shower room.
"Now, what was going on?" he demanded. "Don't you think it's difficult enough for her to have to attend school naked, without being molested in the locker room?"
"She was... doing it... willingly," one of the boys protested, shivering. "She said she was horny!"
"Is that true?" he asked me.
I blushed and nodded.
"How was I supposed to know that?" He glared at me, then at the boys. "Well, go get dressed. You have to get to your next classes!"
"Can you turn the water on again so I can finish my shower?" I asked Mr. Roquette. I was still covered with soap.
He turned the water on, then watched me finish my shower. A couple of the guys were still watching, too. "Well, go get dressed!" he told them. You have to get to your next classes!"
I toweled off in the locker room, then put my shoes and socks back on and without further incident, I went to my biology class.
There was a long table at one side of the classroom, with a variety of plastic, rubber and leather objects on it. Several students were looking it over and nudging one another amusedly. I didn't take a closer look; I took off my shoes and socks and left them in the corner, and sat uncomfortably on the stool in front of the class.
Miss Hooker came in as the bell rang, and carefully closed the door. She turned and faced the class, seeming a little nervous. "I promised you all an interesting class today," she began.
"Is it that you're not wearing a bra, Miss Hooker?" a boy called out, and the class tittered.
"Nice observation," she retorted, blushing a little but smiling. "No, today and tomorrow we'll be talking about further practical aspects of sex, continuing our discussion from the rest of this week. You all may have noticed the paraphernalia on the display table. It's a collection I've brought in to familiarize you with some of the variations people enjoy in their sexual behavior." She stepped over to the table. "We have handcuffs, whips, dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps, cock rings, collars, harnesses, and condoms." She held up each item as she mentioned it.
She stepped to the middle of the room and blushed. "Now comes the interesting part," she said. She started taking her shirt off, and continued until she was as bare as I was! "I'll be teaching this class in the nude," she explained awkwardly.
The boys all stood and cheered. Miss Hooker stood facing them for a couple of minutes.
"All right, that will do," she said. "Let's move on." The guys sat down, and she stepped over to the table.
"Obviously most of the objects on this table are meant to be used by men, and placed on women," she said. "Some of them can be used by or on either gender, but most commonly in American sexual relations, men do the dominating and women are sexually submissive. There's always a lot of variation, so you should keep that in mind as well.
"Today we're going to demonstrate these devices for you. Tomorrow we'll do some practical exercises. Karen, come over here, please."
I gulped and blushed. "Y-yes, Miss Wagner," I said meekly.
She smiled at me. "Face the class." She also faced the class. "Many of our devices are meant for restraint, placing the user of the device in control of the situation. This is often a thrill for both the guy and the girl." The class tittered.
She picked up a collar. "This is a basic collar," she said. "It's not too useful by itself, except for a somewhat demeaning appearance." She slipped it around my neck and adjusted it so it was firmly against my throat. "However, note it has a couple of rings on it, to which things can be attached. Also, it is nearly impossible for the wearer to remove it himself or herself. Go ahead and try, please, Karen."
I did, and she was right.
"Try hard," she urged me, smiling. "You could be wearing it until the end of the day."
I blushed hard and continued to try to get it off, but was not able to do so.
"That's all right. We won't really leave it on you after class," she told me. "As a matter of fact, we'll take it off now." She did. "There are other collars as well," she said. "The choke chain, which leaves visible marks if tightened too much." She held one up but didn't put it on me. "The spiked collar." She didn't put that on me, either. "Also, there are harnesses, which are more extensive than just a collar." She showed the class a few of them.
"Then there's the lace-up collar." It was a leather collar with leather laces to hold it together, and rings set in it like the first collar she'd put on me. She slipped it over my head. "It can be left loose," she demonstrated, sliding her fingers under it, "or tightened if desired." She tugged on the laces, and tightened it around my throat. "It can be tightened to be snug, or even tighter if you like." She tugged it tighter, making it a little difficult to breathe. I couldn't swallow, either. "This one is totally impossible for the wearer to remove," she said calmly.
I was gasping, and felt panicky. "Please..." I begged.
"You'll be all right for a minute," Miss Hooker told me. "She'd do about anything at this point, though," she pointed out to the class. "After all, one can always tighten it even more."
I shook my head anxiously.
"You'll want to be really cooperative, then," she told me, smiling. "Right?"
I nodded hastily.
"If she wasn't, it's always possible to change her mind by tightening the collar a little. Guys, if your girlfriend doesn't want your cock in her mouth, or doesn't want to swallow, well... she will!" She grinned. "Girls, it's a thrill to both the guy and the girl, too, to turn over control to him."
She loosened the collar a little, and I took several deep breaths. She continued talking.
"There are several accessories for collars," she told the class. "Let's take a look at some of those." She picked up a leash. "This is simply a leash. You attach it to the collar, and use it the same as you would for a dog." She attached it to my collar, and then led me around the front of the room. "Nothing amazing there, huh?" She unhooked it and picked up a pair of handcuffs. "You can always handcuff someone's hands in front or behind them," she told the class. "But in conjunction with a collar, you can keep someone's hands within a few inches of their neck. Hold out your hands, Karen." I reluctantly did so, and she put my hands in the handcuffs, then hooked them to my collar. "This gives full access to the person's entire body, and can be useful for applying punishment, for making sure you can touch the person as you want to, or just confining the person. It's hard to open doors like that, for example." She smiled and unlocked the handcuffs.
"There are other such accessories. We're not going to demonstrate all of them." She held up some things. "This is a leg iron; you can use it along with a collar to force the wearer to not stand straight up. It clamps around the wearer's legs, then can be attached with this chain to the collar. This, handcuffs and a collar can be used all together or in any combination."
A boy raised his hand. "Couldn't you use multiples of any of those, as well, to connect two people together?"
"Very good," she nodded. "Yes, you could." She smiled. "There are other things as well, of course. I'll go over them briefly. There are hooks and rings, used to attach the wearer of a collar or handcuffs to a wall or other object, straps which can be used instead of a collar or handcuffs to restrain someone in place, or in a particular position." She held up several different examples of these items.
"Here's a different kind of accessory for a collar," she went on. "The ones I've shown you so far have been just restraints, but other items are possible. Karen, put your hands behind your back, please."
I did, and she placed handcuffs on my wrists. "Those will just help our demonstration a little," she explained to me. "Some types of restraints are a punishment themselves. For example..." She picked up a pair of alligator clips on a wire. She ran one end through a loop on my collar, then put a clip on one of my nipples.
"Ow!" I cried out in protest.
She smiled at me. The class chuckled. "Stay still, please," she said, and tugged on the wire, putting the other clip on my other nipple.
Both of my breasts were held up by the nipples. It really hurt. "Take it off!" I pleaded desperately.
She smiled at me, then looked at the class. "There's nothing at all she can do to get those clips off, except convince someone to help her." She removed them, and I gasped; it hurt again when she opened the clips. "Of course, you don't really need a collar to use that; you can run a light chain behind the neck and have clips attached to that. There's a lot of flexibility in how you use sex toys." She removed my handcuffs while she talked, then also removed the collar.
"Bondage is a part of the Discipline variant of sex," she continued. "Another component of Discipline is Sadism and Masochism, also known as S&M. Generally speaking, Discipline is taking and enforcing control of another person for the purpose of sex. Bondage is limiting their movement. S&M is inflicting pain and accepting the inflicting of pain for sexual purposes."
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