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Subject: {ASSM} Karen naked in school -- Friday, part 3 of 3
Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2001 03:10:03 -0400
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She nodded, and I blushed.  I looked at the guys, then went to the
back of the room, to Fred.  He was quiet, and stammered when he talked 
to me.  He was pretty smart, though.  I thought he would probably be 
nice.

"Anyone else?" Miss Hooker smiled.  None of the girls moved.  

Fred took me over by the table, and put a collar around my neck.

"What are you going to do with me?" I asked, nervously, but I smiled
at him.

"Not sure yet," he admitted freely.  He looked over the devices on the
table.

"Okay," Miss Hooker was saying.  "We'll let the guys pick."  She
called out the names of the guys in class, and let each one pick
whatever girl he wanted.

I shivered as I overheard one of them.  "Little slut, thought you were
too good to pick anyone, huh?  I'm going to teach you a lesson, I
guess!"  I was glad I'd gone ahead and chosen for myself.

"What are you more familiar with, being helpless or pain?" Fred asked
me.

"Um... being helpless," I told him.

"Do you feel like something different?" he asked.

I blushed.  I shrugged uncertainly.  "I'm not sure," I admitted.
"Whatever you'd like, okay?"

He frowned and I felt scared.  "Of course we're going to do what I
like," he said.  "We could also do what *you* like, as far as it fits
into that."

"Something... different... sounds great!" I stammered.

He smiled.  "Turn around," he said.

I did so, and stood looking over the rest of the class.  Several of
the girls were chained or tied to rings along the wall, being felt or
kissed.  Maggie was wearing the nipple clamps Miss Hooker had put on
me the day before, and was hurting, writhing helplessly.

WHACK!  I yelped, "OUCH!" and started to turn around.

"I didn't say you could turn," Fred told me.  "Stay still."  I did so,
and he whapped me again, hard.  "OWOWWOWOW!" I wailed, struggling to
keep my hands out of the way, and to stay still.  He whapped me one
more time, and I sobbed helplessly.  "That hurts, that hurts!"

"That's what you get for not making a choice," Fred told me.  "No, I'm
not asking you to make one now.  It's too late for that now."

I rubbed my behind for a minute.  Fred grabbed me by the wrists and
tied me to a ring on the ceiling, with my hands high over my head.  He
fingered my nipples, then pinched them hard, and I gasped.

"Please, please stop!" I begged wildly.  "That hurts, it hurts!"

He shrugged.  "Think of it as a novelty," he advised me.  He stepped
back over to the table, and picked up a small whip.  I watched
helplessly as he brought it over to me, then turned me around and
stroked me across the back with it.  Then across my buttocks, then my
back again.  I couldn't even yell.  I gasped helplessly, then finally
caught my breath and took several hard panting breaths.

"Are you having a nice time?" Miss Hooker asked, smiling.

"Sure, this is great!" Fred told her, chuckling.  "We're really
enjoying it.  Aren't we, Karen?"

I managed to nod.

She laughed.  "Good.  There's still plenty of time left, so try
everything you like."

"We will.  Thanks!"

She left, and Fred patted my buttocks firmly.  "Does that still hurt?"
he asked me conversationally.

"A little," I sniffled.

He chuckled, and went back to the table again.  I watched him put the
whip back, then he came back with a bar of some kind, and some laces.
He moved behind me, then I felt my feet being tied to it, set wide
apart.  He turned me around.  "I thought I might like to feel your
pussy," he told me.  "Would you like that?"

"Yes, please!" I said as eagerly and cooperatively as I could manage.
It surely sounded a lot better than being whipped!  

He roughly probed his fingers into me.  "Karen, you horny slut, you're
all wet inside.  Did you know that?" he asked, grinning.

"I'm horny!" I admitted, blushing hard.

"You must like being treated a little roughly.  Is this the first time
you've had this kind of stuff done to you?"

"Not... exactly," I admitted, "but you're the first one who's ever
been *this* rough with me!"  I smiled at him.

"Maybe if you come over to my house sometime, leave your clothes on 
the porch, and beg me on your hands and knees to do it more, I'll let 
you feel like this again.  Maybe all night."

"I'll look forward to it!" I said eagerly.  I imagined myself doing it
just as he'd said, and shivered with an intense warm feeling.

"15 minutes, class," Miss Hooker announced.

Fred went back to the table one more time, and came back with a butt
plug.  He showed it to me.  "Want to feel that?" he asked, grinning.

I gulped hard.  "Okay," I consented reluctantly, but afraid to refuse.

He slid it into my pussy a few times, and I moaned helplessly, almost
having an orgasm.  Then he turned me around, and started edging the
plug into my anus.  I gasped, but was helpless to get away from it.
It hurt awfully, and I sobbed, but he didn't stop.  He pushed it hard
into me, then further in, and further yet.  And amazingly, I felt
myself having an orgasm.

"We'll leave it in for a few minutes," Fred told me, and unfastened me
from the ceiling hook.  He lowered me onto a mat on the floor.  As my
butt lowered to the floor, I felt the butt plug pushing harder, and so
I lifted up with my hips.

Fred laughed and lowered his pants, then went directly onto me,
ramming himself into my wide open pussy.  Every time he'd thrust down,
I'd feel a shooting pain from the butt plug, and thrust back up.  I
came again, then again, and a long, slow, lingering time once more.
Finally he came, too, and I felt his hot cum spurting into me.  I
couldn't thrust up any more, and lay flat against the floor with him
laying on top of me, with the butt plug sharply pressing into my
behind.

He stood up, then pulled me to my feet, and yanked it out, finally.  I
groaned and started rubbing my behind, then stopped suddenly, and
looked at him anxiously.

"Oh.  Go ahead," he chuckled.  "You were a pretty good lay."

I giggled and resumed rubbing myself, while he removed the bar holding
my ankles apart, and then finally removed the collar.

"Are there whip marks all over me?" I asked him timidly.

He looked.  "Nope... well, a few really light ones.  They look like
they'll be gone in a minute or two."

"I'd better run down to the locker room and have a shower before
lunch," I said as the bell rang, and smiled at him.  "Thanks for... 
thanks!"

"Don't forget what we discussed!" he called after me.  "About the
porch and you on your knees!"

I giggled and waved.  The door was unlocked, so I hurried down the
hall.  I didn't know where the box of clothing had been taken, but all
I was missing was my shoes and socks anyway.

I took a shower in the boy's locker room, then toweled off and hurried
to the lunch room.  Jeff and Rick were looking for me, and joined me
in the lunch line.

"Quite a biology session, huh?" Jeff exclaimed, grinning.

"It was the wildest class session I ever thought I'd have," I nodded,
smiling.  "It was a little painful, though."

"A little?  I saw that guy Fred, beating you with the whip and all
that stuff," Rick said.  He looked at me.  "It did look like you
enjoyed it..."

"I didn't have much choice!" I pointed out.  "What did you guys do
with the girls you had for the class?"

"Um..."  "Well..." They both looked sheepish.

I grinned.  "I'm sure they enjoyed it as much as you did, right?" I
teased them.

"Want to come over to my place and spend the weekend as our slave?"
Jeff asked me.

"Strangely, it's not the first offer like that I've had," I said.  I
blushed a little.  "I'm not sure about this weekend," I said.  "But...
I... I might enjoy taking you up on it *some* weekend."  I looked at
them timidly.

"That would be wonderful!" Rick said eagerly.  "Will you really?"

"I might," I nodded.  "If you'd like me to.  But please don't let it
get around, okay?"

They agreed they would not.

We'd finished eating, and went for a walk in the hallway.

"Is your other promise to us still good?" Jeff asked me.

"I guess.  What one?" I asked him, blushing.

"About getting a feel any time we want?"

I blushed, but put my hands behind my head and stood facing him.
"I promised," I affirmed.

Jeff chuckled, and reached for my chest.  Rick stroked my behind at
the same time.

"Hey, I had a question for you," I suddenly remembered.  "What
happened to all the girl's clothes?  My shoes and socks are in there!"

"You have to go back to the biology classroom to get them," Jeff told
me.  "The janitors were a little late bringing them back.  Six of the
girls didn't get theirs before they had to go to their next class, and
had to leave, naked!"

I giggled.  "How shocking."

"There are quite a few girls running around with no clothes now," Rick
observed.

"Yeah," I nodded.  "I've noticed that.  All the teachers seem to be
taking away clothes from girls, or even from the guys."  I told them
about the naked gym class I'd had.

"We'd better let you pick up your shoes and socks before your next
class," Jeff said reluctantly.  They walked with me back to the
biology room, and watched me put my shoes and socks on.

"ATTENTION!"  The announcement came out over the intercom.  "All
students should report to the assembly room instead of their regularly
scheduled class.  Repeat, all students should report to the assembly
room instead of their next class."

"I guess we'll get to see how many girls there are who are naked!"
Rick grinned.

The three of us went to the assembly room together.  I was directed to
go up on the stage.  The guys left me to take seats.  All of us were
given a yearbook-style book.  As I looked at it, I gulped; it was
Harold's photography of me and other girls who'd been required to strip.
I was prominently featured on the cover, sliding my pants down and
otherwise naked, smiling timidly at the camera!

There were several girls on the stage already... all of them naked or
wearing just shoes and socks.  Within the next few minutes, another
couple of dozen girls went up on the stage, all naked.  I saw some of
the cheerleaders go up by the stage, strip and leave their clothes in
the front row, then come up to join us.

It was embarrassing standing naked on the stage in front of the whole 
school, but I was getting pretty used to embarrassing situations.
Also, there was plenty of company; there were about 30 girls up there
with me, and all of them were wearing shoes and socks like me, or
nothing at all.  I saw that a lot of them were a lot more
uncomfortable than I was.

I was looking forward to being done with school for the week.  I'd
finally get to put on some clothes, which would be very nice!  Once I
got home... I remembered I'd come to school naked.  I giggled a
little.  It would be soon enough.

I thought about what was going to happen next with my life.  I could
still come to school naked, if I wanted to.  I giggled at the thought.
It might not be too bad if I could get dressed again whenever I wanted.
I could go naked any time I wanted, anywhere at all.

I also thought about sex.  I'd definitely had a wild, exciting day
sexually, starting at Roger's house in the morning, and including gym
class and biology class.  A lot of it hadn't exactly been consensual.
But I had to admit, I'd enjoyed it just as much as if it had been, and 
I suspected when I had time to think about it, I'd be admitting to
myself I'd enjoyed it more.  The thoughts of kneeling naked at Fred's 
door and begging for him to do what he wanted, or spending a weekend
as a slave for Jeff and Rick, were terrifying in a way.  And if I
could only get up the nerve, I knew I'd do them both.

The assembly finally got started.  Mr. Harrison, the principal,
started out by dryly explaining the changes in school policies.  He
started out by outlining that all girl's athletics would be performed
in the nude; this drew applause.

Then he brought the cheerleaders to the front of the stage, all of them 
naked, and explained they would perform their duties in the nude as well.  
This drew more applause.

He went on to introduce the 10 of us girls who had been required to
attend classes naked for the week, and again, the students applauded
and cheered.  He explained about us being required to remain naked in
school for the whole week, and commended each of us for making it
through the week.

Then he introduced a few other girls, such as Melissa and Gloria from 
my gym class, who had been required to go without clothing for various 
reasons.  The freshman girl who'd been taken to the hospital on Monday 
was also introduced in this group.  There were 7 girls in this group.  
They were very nervous, even more so than the rest of us.  "These young 
ladies, we have decided, need a little more practice," Mr.  Harrison told 
the assembly.  "We've decided they will all be required to attend school 
without clothing through next week, then we will review their progress 
and make any additional determinations at that time."

There was a big cheer from most of the students when he said that.
The seven girls looked pretty dismayed, though, I noticed.

He smiled and went on.  "We'll also be meeting with their parents, to 
recommend to them that each of these young ladies be encouraged to spend 
time outside of school without clothing, and in sexual situations.  We're 
sending out a newsletter to the homes of all of the students to provide 
recommendations along these lines."

There was a short break.  "If you young ladies could please remove
your shoes, socks, and other items you still may be wearing, we'd
appreciate it very much," the assistant principal said, smiling.

I complied, leaving my shoes and socks at the back of the stage, and so 
did the others who were wearing shoes and socks.  

"The second half of our assembly today is for Miss Nude Central High,"
Mr. Harrison announced.  "If any of the other young ladies would like
to join and participate, you may feel free to join these contestants
at this time by removing your clothes and coming up onto the stage."

"The prizes are as follows," he said.  "The third place contestant will 
be given a 1 year $1000 scholarship  and a free weekend for herself and
three friends at a hotel anywhere in the state.  The runner-up will be
given a 4 year, $500 per year scholarship, a free weekend at a hotel
anywhere in the state for herself and three friends, and limousine 
service for that weekend.  The winner will receive a $2500 per year
scholarship for 4 years, and a weeklong trip to any destination in the 
state with free hotel and limousine transportation.  All of the
finalists will receive some other minor items such as gift
certificates from local stores."

A couple of girls volunteered; they giggled and stripped and hurried 
toward the stage.

"We will first narrow down the field to 10 semi-finalists," he went
on.  "Contestants, please stand at the edge of the stage so the
student body can judge you."

We all had to pose in front of the students, who had been given forms;
they were to select the 10 girls they wanted to see as finalists.
The judging was done speedily; the whole process took only a few
minutes.

Mr. Harrison stepped up to the podium again, and we moved to the back
of the stage.  He called out the names of the 10 finalists, who had to
come back out on the stage.  I was one of the finalists.

"The rest of you ladies can get dressed if you wish and if you have
clothes available, and then find seats," he told them.  "Thank you 
for participating!"

Some of the finalists complained under their breaths.  Melissa from
my morning gym class was unhappy to still have to be standing naked in
front of everyone.  The freshman girl was teary-eyed.  Gloria was 
giggling, uncomfortable but making the best of her experience.  I was
trying to be like that as well.  One of the girls was jumping up and
down with excitement.  I had to admire her spirit.

Mr. Harrison then had each of us stand in front of the podium for a
minute while he pointed out various virtues to be considered for each
of the girls.  About me, he said:

"Miss Wagner has the nicest breasts among the finalists," he said of 
me.  "She's got a pretty, attractive blush, and fine, long blonde
hair.  She's been making an exceptional effort all week, which should
be considered.  She spent an hour after school posing unclothed for 
photographer Harold Hinnis.  She has also been seen displaying her
evident charms around town on several different days, and has granted
minor sexual favors to students and others throughout the week."

A second round of voting was done by the students, and I was picked as
a finalist.  So was the reluctant Melissa.  There was a 3rd finalist
as well.

We each had to speak to the students for 3 minutes about "What I
learned by attending school in the nude this week."  My speech was the
last one.  Melissa went first and stammered terribly through addressing 
the students.  The other girl, Angela, masturbated on the stage while 
panting into the microphone.  I decided to stick to the topic if I
could.

"I learned that it can be fun as well as exciting to step outside of
your boundaries and your comfort zone," I began.  "I found out that,
while it can be very embarrassing and difficult to be placed into a
new and frightening situation, such as attending school while naked,
it has it's rewards as well.  The number of people who reached out to
touch me this week was really impressive."

There was laughter.  I smiled bravely and continued.

"I learned about new terms to me, such as 'blow job' and 'butt plug'.
Because of the program under which I was required to leave my clothing
at the school door, I personally enjoyed both of these.  I experienced 
fondling by over 50 people, exposure to almost every student, 
penetration of my vagina by around 20 guys, of my anus by 4, and a
brief lesbian encounter.  Each of these was arousing and exciting.
Some of them were *delightful*!"

There was widespread applause.  I smiled at the assembly nervously.

"Because of my experiences in school this week, I'll certainly be more
interested in experimenting in the future.  I'll take my clothes off
in front of people occasionally, when asked or sometimes without being
asked.  I'll perform different tasks in the nude, such as mowing the 
lawn and washing the car.  My default answer, when asked if I'd like 
to have sex, is not going to be, 'Of course not' any more.  And
probably nothing will ever be too weird for me again."

I got a standing ovation.

The judges were Mr. Harrison, the art teacher Mrs. Hansen, Mr. Roquette, 
and Miss Hooker.  Melissa, Angela and I waited on the stage until they
came back.  First Angela, then I, and finally even Melissa, took
suggestions from the crowd on poses for us to do while we waited.

Mr. Harrison came back to announce the results.  Angela drew 3rd
place.  Melissa was the runner-up, which made me the winner!

I got another standing ovation, hugs from the other two finalists, and
had to step to the microphone for a quick "Thanks to everyone!"  I was
given a big bouquet of roses, and posed with them for a series of
pictures.  I handed them to Melissa, who accepted them gratefully, as
they allowed her to cover herself from view by the crowd.

It didn't last for much longer, though.  "The assembly is complete,"
Mr. Harrison announced finally.  "Students do not need to return to
classes.  Girls who have had clothing taken from them during the day
today can stop by the office to have clothing items returned to them.  
We'll all look forward to Monday, when a new list of girls will be
selected to attend school naked.  Thanks very much to all of those who
participated this week!"

I sighed in relief.  Finally, it was over!  I was one of the last ones
out of the school, by the time I found and put my shoes and socks back
on and followed the crowd out of the auditorium.  I was accompanied on
the way home by a group of several guys, and I stood outside talking
with them for a while after I got home.

"Look guys," I told them all, smiling.  "Come on by anytime.  I might
answer the door in the nude.  I might invite you in while I take a 
shower.  I might be moving the lawn or washing the car in the nude; if
I am, I promise to stay that way until I'm done and you can watch all
you like.  I'll be naked or at least not fully dressed quite a lot of
the time, in school and out of it!  You'll get more chances, I
promise.  But for now, I want to have a break for a while.  Okay?"

They grumbled a little; they'd wanted to try to get me to participate
in more adventurous activities, sexual ones and with no clothes on.  

I stayed a little longer and gave each of them a warm, naked hug and 
kiss, then darted inside the house.  I hurried upstairs and got dressed 
in underwear, bra, jeans and a sweatshirt, and shoes and socks, and 
spent the rest of the evening in relaxed comfort.

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