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Subject: {ASSM} Karen naked in school -- Thursday, part 2 of 3
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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."

She smiled.  "The collar Karen was wearing is an example of both a
bondage and an S&M device, since it can be used for either purpose or
both.  The classic example of just an S&M device is the whip."  She
held up several examples of whips, from a small one to a big bullwhip.
"Obviously, some will cause more pain and harm than others."

"Are you going to demonstrate the whip on Karen?" a boy asked.

I shivered and blushed hard, but she shook her head.

"We have several other S&M devices to explain yet today," she told 
the class.  "Some cause moderate pain, like the nipple clamps we
showed you earlier."  It hadn't felt like moderate pain to *me*, I
thought.  "That should really count as an S&M device," she went on.
"Also, there are butt plugs, which are meant to be inserted anally."
She held up a few rubber plugs.  "They're basically a type of dildo,"
she told us.  "They're used to prepare someone for anal sex.  After
using one of these, anal sex is considerably less unpleasant at least
by comparison," she said, wrinkling her nose.

"There are straps and such for locking most of these into place.  They
can thus be used as punishment devices," she told the class, and held
up a belt-sized strap.

"Show us!" one of the boys called out, grinning.

She blushed.  "All... right."  She looked at me, then sighed.  "We'll
demonstrate this one on me," she told me, a little reluctantly, I
thought.

She picked up a tube of K-Y jelly.

"Isn't that cheating?" the boy asked.

"No!" she said sharply, then blushed harder as he laughed.  She
covered the end of one of the butt plugs with the K-Y jelly.  "It has
to go all the way in," she told me.  "Hold it up so it goes in when
I... sit on it."

I set it against a chair so it pointed up, and she positioned herself
above it, then slowly lowered herself until her buttocks touched it.
"Hold it steady," she said so only I could hear, and I clutched it
tightly.  She pulled her buttocks apart, then slowly lowered herself
onto it.  "Ohhhh... OHHHH..." she groaned.  She stood up, her face
purple from the pain, and wet from tears.  The butt plug lifted up 
with her, and she started reaching back to pull it out.

"Don't do it!" I told her quietly but urgently.

She looked at me, then forced a slight smile.  "Thanks!" she
whispered, then took a shaky breath, and lowered herself to push the
plug the rest of the way in.  "God, that hurts!" she gasped out,
unable to stand up straight.

The boy came to the front of the room, and picked up one of the straps
Miss Hooker had demonstrated earlier.  "Is this one of the devices 
used to lock the butt plug in place?" he asked her.

She nodded.

He quickly wrapped it around her, connected it to the butt plug, and
locked it into place.  "Ah, and here's the key," he said, smiling.
The guys in the class chuckled.  Most of the girls looked sympathetic,
but a few were smiling.

"Please take it off!" Miss Hooker requested, gulping.

He looked at her.  "If I do," he bargained, smirking, "then for the
rest of the semester you will have to teach this class in the nude."

"Once per week," she offered anxiously.

"That sounds reasonable," he said.  "If you ever forget, you'll have 
to put the butt plug in on the next Monday and leave it in all hour, 
and teach this class in the nude for the entire following week."

She nodded pitifully.  "Take it out now!" she pleaded.

"I think you should also stand by the door and let all the guys have a
quick feel," he added.

"Okay, okay!" she agreed desperately.

He chuckled and took his time unfastening the strap, then yanked the
butt plug out of her behind.  She yelled in pain as he did so, and
then rubbed her behind.

She didn't do any more teaching.  For the last few minutes of class,
the guys eagerly lined up, and she stood by the door getting felt up
as they filed out of the class.  I slipped out the door just as the
bell rang, and went to the lunch room.  Jeff and Rick cut into line
behind me.  A couple of girls let them.

"Are you all right?" Rick asked me.

"Me?"  I smiled at him.  "Sure.  I was just... glad I didn't have to
do what Miss Hooker did in class," I admitted a little sheepishly.
"I'm sure that hurt quite a lot!"

"Would that bother you more, or the embarrassment?" Jeff asked me as
we got our lunches and took a seat.

"Embarrassment is just a basic fact of life at this point," I said,
looking down at myself and blushing a little.  "If I could go through
something like that, and then be all done with having to be naked, I'd
probably do it."

"Did you like having that collar and the handcuffs on?" Rick asked.

"Better that than that butt plug," I said, blushing again.

We all ate pretty quickly, then went out of the lunch room and had a
seat on a bench in the atrium.

"You're getting a lot more easy about being naked," Rick pointed out,
grinning.  "You didn't even put your shoes on after biology class."

"I guess I just wasn't thinking about shoes," I said after a minute.  
I was startled, I hadn't even realized it until he said that!  I
recovered a little, though.  "I've been trying hard to be more relaxed
about it," I told them.  "After you guys dropped me off last night, I
left my clothes outside and promised myself I wouldn't wear anything
until this morning.  My little brother had some of his friends
over..."

They both grinned broadly.

"This morning, one of them came back and watched me take a shower," I
continued.  "Also this morning, I let a few guys undress me outside,
and I've let some guys... feel me up...  when they asked me nicely."
I blushed.  "You guys could... uh..."

Just then the intercom came on.  It really blared in the atrium.
"Karen Wagner, please report to the principal's office."

"Oh!"  I stood up.  "Well, maybe later, then."  I smiled at the guys,
then went right to the principal's office.

He was sitting at his desk.  He didn't offer me a chair, so I stood in
front of him.

"You made a certain proposition to me in the hallway," he said,
looking at me coolly.

"Well... yes," I admitted, smiling as cheerfully as I could, but
feeling anxious.  Was he really going to spank me?  I hadn't expected
him to!  I was just teasing.

"It was impertinent of you to make such a proposition," he told me
sternly.  "You will make no further mention of it to me or to anyone.
Is that understood?  If you do..."  He smiled.  "...you will be 
firmly punished, perhaps by continued prohibition from being dressed."

I gulped.  "I... understand."  I certainly wasn't going to say
anything about it!

He nodded.  "In order to emphasize the point, however, we'll apply a
little traditional discipline."  He reached into a drawer, and pulled
out a paddle!  He smiled at me.  I blushed hard.  "Step out into the
hallway, please, Miss Wagner."

I started to protest, but bit my lip instead, and went into the
hallway.  I didn't want to spend another week attending school in the
nude!

A number of students were in the hallway; they gathered around.

"Lay face down on this bench, please, Miss Wagner," Mr. Harrison said 
commandingly.

I did as he told me.

"Come here and help out," Mr. Harrison said. "Hold her hands and keep
her stretched out, please."  A boy chuckled and grabbed my wrists.

Then Mr. Harrison moved into position, and very firmly spanked me with
the paddle.  It hurt!

"I'm sorry, Mr. Harrison!  I won't be impertinent again!" I apologized
meekly.  "Now let me go, please," I said to the boy.

But he didn't let go.  Whack!  I jumped and moaned, he'd paddled me
a second time!

"Please, Mr. Harrison!  I'm really sorry!  It won't happen again!" I
pleaded.

Whack!  He applied the paddle again to my bare bottom, and I wailed.
"Please, please don't hit me again!" I begged.  But I was feeling
something strange in addition to the stinging pain.

Whack!  He wasn't listening.  I cried out; it hurt!  But there was no
way to deny it; I also felt... warm.

Whack!  He struck me a 5th time, and I sobbed, waiting for more.
*Hoping* for more!  I was aroused.

"You can let her up now," Mr. Harrison said.  

I looked up, then slowly stood up from the bench, rubbing my sore 
buttocks with my hands.  "Thank you," I said timidly.

"You can go now," he told me, and I hurried away, sniffling and with a
sore behind, but buzzing like I was on the verge of an orgasm.

I headed toward the gym, hoping no one else would be in there so I
could duck into the locker room to take a shower, and also thinking I'd 
relieve myself sexually by masturbating.  I was hurrying; I only had a
few minutes before English class.

"Hey!  Karen!"  It was Mike.

"Uh... hi, Mike," I said, trying to be pleasant but not wanting to be
delayed.

"Are you all right?" he asked, concernedly.

"I'm fine... just... in a hurry," I said.

"I'll walk along with you," he said.  "I heard your name called over
the intercom.  Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I nodded.  "The principal... gave me a paddling for being
impertinent to him," I explained, blushing.

"Wow, what did you do?"

"Um... never mind!"  I blushed harder.

"All right, if you want," he shrugged.

We got to the men's locker room, and I stopped.  "I'm... um... going
in here," I explained uncomfortably.  "I want to take a shower."

"All right."  He opened the door and held it open for me.  "I'll
watch.  It's fun to watch you taking a shower."  He grinned.

There was nothing I could do; I had to let him watch!  I swallowed
nervously, but went in and hung a towel up by the shower room.  At
least there was no one else in the locker room besides Mike and
myself.

"Can I join you?" he asked me.

I nodded, and he cheerfully stripped, then followed me into the
shower.  I turned on the water, then turned around.  He stood a few
inches from me, smiling and erect, but just looked at me.

"We haven't got much time," I said boldly, but feeling nervous.  "I'm
either going to... do it myself or... or you can help.  But do it
quickly, please!"

He grinned and moved closer, sliding his hands between my legs.  "Keep
your hands above your shoulders," he directed me, and I obeyed,
smiling.

He vigorously slid his fingers against my clitoris, and I panted hard,
trying to be as quiet as possible.  I came almost immediately,
clenching my jaw tightly to keep from screaming out in glee.

I fell forward against him.  "Thank you!" I whispered gratefully.

"Would you like me to wash you now?" he asked after holding me for 
a moment.

I nodded, giggling quietly, and he lathered me all over with soap,
teasing me with his fingers.  I let him touch me however he wanted for
a few minutes.  I was still feeling intensely excited.

"We'd better finish," he said, and I nodded; I rinsed off, and he
hurried back to the locker room to get dressed.  We slipped out of the
locker room just as we heard the latest gym class noisily getting into
the shower room.

"I'll see you later on," I said, and headed for my English class.

"Karen!  I have your shoes!" Jeff called out.

"Oh!  Thanks!"  I smiled.  "I forgot all about them!"

"You look like you just took a shower," he observed.

"I did," I told him.  I sat down on the floor to put on my shoes and
socks, then he helped me up.

"I wanted to ask you something else," he told me.  "Did you... offer
Rick and I to feel you up?'

I blushed a little, but looked him in the eye.  "You've both been so
nice to me," I told him.  "If you want a feel... yes, you can do that
with me any time you want."

"Really?"  He grinned.

I nodded, then put my hands behind my head and moved my legs apart.  I
smiled at him encouragingly, and he didn't hesitate.  He patted my
face, then put both hands on my breasts and gently but firmly squeezed 
them.  He stroked my chest for a few minutes.  "Does that feel good to 
you?" he asked me.

"No one has asked me that," I told him.  

"They all just want to get their feel," he smiled.  "They don't want
you to tell them they have to stop."

I nodded.  "To answer your question... it feels... nice," I told him,
blushing.  "It makes me horny!  I've been horny all week anyway," I
admitted carelessly.

He grinned.  "I think everyone knows that, Karen.  Don't feel bad
about it.  There's not much you can do, and not much you can do to
conceal it from anyone."

I swallowed.  People were wandering by, casually looking, and smiling.

"Is there anything you'd like me to do, specifically?" he asked.

I shook my head.  "We only have a few minutes before 5th hour class,
though," I pointed out.

He slid a hand between my legs and probed his middle finger inside my 
vagina.  I was startled and gasped, then clenched my jaw.  He smiled.  
"Oops, sorry."

"It's all right," I said tensely, keeping my feet apart.

He slid his finger in and out a few times, then pulled it out.  I
shivered, and he chuckled.  "Had enough for now?" he asked.

I nodded hastily, and he patted me on the buttocks.  "Thanks, Karen,"
he said.

"Thanks to you!" I smiled back.

He walked with me to my next class, then hurried off to his own class.
I went into the English classroom and sat down just before the bell
rang.

There were still some of the poems left over from the previous day,
and I was called to the front of the room several times to read the
ones that were written about me.  The last one pretty lurid:

   I have a saucy naked little ass
   It's ready for a nice hot cock
   Ram it up me hard and make it last
   I think your cum would make me rock

   Pinch my nipples tightly like a vise
   The pain will put me under your control
   Force me firmly, that is my advice
   I need a sex master to make me whole

   My cunt and mouth are yours however you would want
   My body yours to do whatever you please
   Whip me, tease me, tie me, use me, make me pant
   I'm yours for gentle sex or any sort of sleaze

The class applauded when I read that one, and I had to stand in front
of them until they finished clapping.

Finally I escaped English class, and hurried to government, my last
class of the day.  

Mr. Hansen was still pretty uncomfortable about having a naked girl in
class, and so I had my easiest class of the day.

After the last bell, I hurried out into the hallway and eagerly headed
to the front door to get dressed.  I hurriedly got my clothes on.
What a relief it was to be dressed!  I walked home, thinking I'd
pretty well done what I set out to do for the day.  I was looking 
forward to the next day, and to getting finished with the unusual and 
humiliating week of school in the nude.

THURSDAY EVENING

When I got to my house, I looked around, then decided I wasn't quite
ready to take my clothes off again.  I went inside and up to my room
to relax for a little while.

I realized something seemed wrong, but couldn't put my finger on it.
I went down to the kitchen for a snack, then figured out my problem as
I was heading back up the stairs.  I was feeling guilty -- about being
dressed!

I giggled a little and went to my room to eat my snack, and thought
about what I should do.  I had to do something... I thought about it
for a little while, and had an idea.

I took my glass and plate downstairs, then went outside for a walk for
a couple of blocks.  I stopped at a corner, then crossed the street
and ran up to a house, dropping my house key in the mailbox, then
turned and ran all the way home.  I went inside, and saw no one was
home.  I went upstairs and took off my clothes, then put my shoes and
socks back on.

I went downstairs, then took a few breaths, blushing nervously -- and
went outside.  I hastily locked and closed the front door.  I couldn't
get back inside until I got my key!  I was locked outside, and I was
bare naked!

I turned and started down the steps, then looked up, gulping -- a car
was coming down the street toward me!  I jumped behind a bush and hid
until it went past, then giggled.  I shouldn't be bashful after 4 days
of attending school in the nude!  But it was... different... being
outside like that, and not in the school.

I ran as fast as I could down the sidewalk to where I'd left my house
key.  I got a block from my house without any cars passing by, and
began to think I could get away without anyone seeing me.  I slowed a
little to run across the first intersection, then dashed across and
started going the next block.

My luck didn't last.  A car passed me heading in the same direction.  
It slowed and honked, and I blushed hard, but waved.

The car continued on, and I swallowed, then sighed.  Then I realized I
was *still* being bashful.

I got to the second cross-street and stopped and looked carefully,
then hurried across to the house where I'd left my key.  The key was
still in the mailbox, and I felt immense relief.  I took it, slid it
in my shoe so I wouldn't lose it, and ran back across the street.

I slowed to a walk, and promised myself I'd walk the rest of the way, 
not run.  I decided if I started running again, or failed to smile, or
hid behind anything, I'd have to walk around the block before going home.

I saw another car coming down the street, and felt anxious, but I 
nervously, boldly, made myself face directly toward the car, smiling
and waving as it approached.

The driver was a middle aged woman, who didn't honk, but she had a
couple of yougner teenagers riding with her.  One rolled down his
window and wolf-whistled, and I realized he was probably my brother's
age.  I blushed, but kept smiling.

As they passed, a van came up behind me.  I didn't know it was there 
until it honked.  I stopped and spun around and waved, then blushed 
even harder; the driver was a mid-20s guy with a camera pointing right 
at me!  He took a couple of quick pictures while I was waving and 
smiling, then a couple more as I hastily turned the other way.  He 
drove away laughing.

I continued walking for a few steps, then started thinking over what
had just happened.  I'd been shy again, and passed up a perfect
opportunity to be bolder.  I'd posed for hundreds of pictures for
Harold, I reminded myself.  Why was it such a big deal if someone else
took a few, too?

I thought about it.  I decided I didn't have to walk all the way
around the block, but if the driver came back, I had to pose for him.
I also sat down and took off my shoes and socks, and walked fully
naked.

I was relieved when I got to my house.  No one else had come past me
at all.  I got my key from inside my sock and opened the door and went
in.  I giggled a little; nothing bad had happened at all!  

"Anybody home?" I called out, but no one answered.  I left my shoes by 
the door, but took my socks upstairs and left them with the rest of my
clothes, then went back downstairs, determined to stay naked until
after dinner.

I found a note on the kitchen table; my mother had dropped in and had
to run an errand; she asked me to start dinner for the family.  She
had left a chicken thawing in the microwave; I got it out and put it
in a roaster pan along with potatoes and carrots and onions.  I
giggled; I'd never made dinner in the nude before!  It was kind of
fun.

I was setting the table when my dad got home.

"Hi, Sweethert," he said, smiling when he saw me.

"Hi, Daddy."  I gave him a hug and a quick kiss.

"First time I've been hugged by a naked teenaged girl since your
mother," he remarked.

"I thought you didn't get married until after college?" I asked him.

"Hmm, er, well, yes," he said, blushing a little.  "Um, maybe she was
older."

I grinned and made a mental note to ask my mother about it.

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