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Subject: {ASSM} Celeb: Claire Danes School Days
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Claire Danes School Days
By Maxim - Originally posted in 1998 under my then non de plume
"The Bowman"

This story is a fantasy, any resemblance between the
characters in it and any living beings is only coincidental.
nor does it reflect the true disposition's of any celebs featured.

If you're not of legal age, don't read this story.

This story contains sexual and adult situations
and nudity in detail.

If you are offended by any of the previous
PLEASE DO NOT GO ANY FURTHER.

You'll find all my stories at  http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MJ11Storygroup/


Claire Danes School Days

Manhattan New York 1998

It was a Monday morning at the Ryder School for Girls and the
teen actress Claire Danes sat at the back of the class.

A smile was etched across her teenage face, Claire pretended
to write in her book, but really deep down she was very pleased
with herself.

The reason Claire was pleassed with herself was sitting right in
front of her.

It was Brooke (the bitch) sitting in her seat without a blouse.

Just her little tartan skirt, knee high socks, shoes and a bra.

This is how it happened...

Claire Danes was one of many teen actresses whose parents
had decided to send their daughters to the Ryder School for
Girls. There was also Christina Ricci and Natalie Portman
and the bitch herself, the Australian actress Brooke Satchwell.

Brooke had recently moved to Hollywood and had been to a few
auditions but was yet to find her "Big Break". Apart from being
a actress, Brooke Satchwell was also a major bitch who had done
her best  to make Claire Danes life a misery....

Claire thought it was pay back time......

Earlier that day Claire Danes has been running to class and was
late for a change, Claire could be normally regarded as a good girl.

But then most of  the pupil's at the Ryder School were good girls,
especially when public humiliation was the punishment at the Ryder
School, Claire had heard what had happened to Christina Ricci the
other day when she was forced to strip in front of a class full of Girls
and BOYS.

Thankfully for Claire's sake, the teen actress did her very best to stay out
of trouble and she intended to keep it that way

Claire was running, with only seconds to spare, when she looked up to
see Brooke the bitch in the same predicament. Being late for classes
was not looked upon kindly at the Ryder school, the loss of at least
one item of  School uniform was almost guaranteed.

Claire Danes and Brooke Satchwell hit the classroom door at the same
time, colliding with each other head on !, Brooke fell, but Claire didn't.

Brooke landed on her teen ass and looked slightly dazed as Claire Danes
smiled sweetly, opened the classroom door and walked in closing the
door after herself.

Leaving Brooke laying there in the school hallway.

It was at that moment the school bell rang.

Class had begun.

Brooke Satchwell was late.

Claire Danes smiled broadly, like the proverbial cat that had got
the cream,as Brooke Satchwell entered the classroom,
her head down, and walked up to their teacher the elderly
Ms. Carpenter.

Carpenter was a stern, humourless woman, who some of
the girls said was a lesbian who seemed to delight in humiliating
her students, only last week she'd made poor Natalie Portman
walk around bare breasted for two whole periods for
simply not doing her homework. Natalie had said she'd been
to a audition for some film called "The Expert" or was it "Leon".

Claire had seen Natalie's goosepimpled, firm nipples had been
streaked with her tears for hours as she walked around, exposed.

Carpenter was a woman you didn't want to mess with.

" BROOKE SATCHWELL, what are you doing in class late?"
Carpenter shouted as soon as she saw Brooke.

Brooke sighed deeply, she knew excuses were of no use.

"I'm sorry Ms. Carpenter, I-" Brooke stammered.

Carpenter shook her head, horn rimmed glasses trained like radar
on Brooke's school blouse.

"You take off that blouse Brooke Satchwell.

Maybe a cool shock with remind you of the importance of
punctuality."

Brooke went bright red, some surreptitious titters of amusement
twinkled around the classroom..

Brooke slowly undid the buttons of her school blouse
and with shaking hands, spread the white fabric,
 exposing her large teen breasts encased in a modest
white cotton bra.

Carpenter nodded and snatched the school blouse off
Brooke's back.

Brooke instinct was to cover herself but she knew that
would only result in further clothing losses.

Brooke stood in front of the class, shivering and blushing.

Claire leered.

Carpenter spoke: "Okay Brooke, you can get this back
at the end of class."

Brooke Satchwell sighed in relief.

At least she didn't have to walk around all day with no blouse.

She sat down in front of  Claire Danes wearing just her little
tartan skirt,knee high socks, shoes and a teenage bra.

With Claire pretending to write and smiling to herself.

Then something really strange happened.

Brooke stood up, ran one hand through her brunette locks
and picked up something from her bag.

Claire couldn't see it.

Brooke then stood up, from her school desk and seemed to trip over
on something.

Large teen breasts jiggling and more laughter from the girls in the
class....

"This just isn't Brooke's day..." thought Claire delighted.

Brooke used Claire's bag to help herself up, her hand lingering around
the edge of the bag.

Claire frowned but didn't pay much attention, she was more interested in
seeing what Brooke would do next.

Brooke walked to the front of the class and knelt next to Ms. Carpenter.

Whispering into her ear. "Something's wrong..." Claire thought.

Her intuition was confirmed mere seconds later when:

" Claire Danes could you stand up please?"

Claire was slightly bewildered but not really nervous.

I mean, after all, she hadn't done anything wrong.

Right?

So Claire smoothed down her dark blonde hair, made sure
her school tie was straight, stood up and smiled.

The redness of her lips juxtaposing with her porcelain
white skin and dark blonde hair.

"Yes Ms.?"

"Claire, could you open your school bag for me please?"
  Carpenter requested.

Claire nodded.
Why not ?

Claire Danes knelt down, picked her schoolbag up and
opened the flap, showing its contents to Ms. Carpenter
and the front half of the class.

A gasp.

Long and deep from the girls in the classroom.

A wide eyed expression of disbelief from Carpenter.

A sly smile from Brooke, who's nipples were now pushing
through the fabric of the teen bra.

Claire Danes felt the pit of her stomach fall away,
she looked down into the bag...

What was it? Were her tampons showing? or.....

OH MY GOD.

Cigarettes. A packet of cigarettes were in her bag.

Brooke must have put them in when she fell!

OH GOD GOD!

"Ms., These aren't mine, Brooke must have put them in
when she fell over an-"

" CLAIRE DANES COME TO THE FRONT OF THE CLASS!"

Claire couldn't believe what was happening, the punishment
for smoking was... was...

"Tops or Bottoms Claire Danes"

Another gasp from the girls in the class.

Tops or bottoms.

One of the most severe punishments.

Basically it entailed removal of all clothing from
the waist up or the waist down.

ALL CLOTHING.

Claire blinked at Carpenter shocked.

" Claire do you think I'm being rhetorical?

Decide or I'll let the class decide."

"But Ms they weren't my cigarettes!"

Claire wailed, knowing all was lost.

Carpenter shook her head.

She would have none of this.

Claire went bright red.

She knew that in mere seconds she was going to have
to expose her tits, or her ass and pussy to the entire class
something she had never done in her films, not even with
Leonardo Di Carpio....

This had never happened to her before to her...

Nobody had ever seen her like this...

She'd never been punished....

Claire was a good girl.....

"Tops..." Claire Danes whispered.

Eyes downcast.

Brooke Satchwell went back to her school desk to watch the show.

As Claire Danes, the teen starlet, the star of "Romeo and Juliet" slowly
took off her navy blue school blazer and put it on Carpenter's desk.

Claire then undid her school tie and put it next to the blazer.

A buzz of anticipation was starting to sweep the classroom.

All Eyes were trained on Claire Danes's firm pert teenage breasts,
that seemed to strain against the material of her school blouse.

Quite a feel of the girls had fantasies about seeing good little
Claire Danes the Hollywood "too good to be true actress"
humiliated in front of the class and now it was about to happen...

First the top button, then the next three and finally the bottom button
Claire's blouse spread open exposing pale her white teen breasts still
hidden inside a silky bra.

But not for long.

Claire put her blouse down and reached behind her back...

Snick! The bra catch was opened., Claire Danes looked pleadingly
at Carpenter.

"Miss Carpenter they weren't my cigarettes." Claire cried

The class gasped. She'd just called MS. Carpenter MISS.

Carpenter really hated that. REALLY hated that.

Claire as yet hadn't noticed her faux pas and Carpenter was
obviously milking the moment.

She just stared straight at Claire.

Claire Danes shook her head, blinked her moist eyes
and slowly peeled her bra off.

Two pale teenage breasts popped into view.

Pert and milky white.

Two large, pink erect nipples jutted out like exclamation marks.

Never ever seen before in public,a collective sigh went around
the room and Brooke wasn't surprised to notice were panties
were soaked, she wasn't the only girl in the class to feel damp...

Claire's first tears slid down her cheeks, down her neck
and off the end of her left nipple.

She'd never been so humiliated in her life.

But the worse was to come.

"And now, for addressing me as MISS instead of Ms., your skirt please."
Claire gaped, she turned to Carpenter, her teen breasts bouncing with
the movement.

Carpenter's look told her it was in her best interest to keep quiet.

And so Claire Danes unbuckled her little tartan skirt, and slid it off,
exposing long white thighs and a tiny pair of pink panties.

Pink panties.

Pink.

Carpenter's eyes went wide.

Brooke gaped.

She couldn't believe it.

Claire wasn't wearing regulation panties! That meant...

"What colour are those panties CLAIRE DANES??" Carpenter roared.

Claire looked down, her schoolgirl legs awkward as she stood bared before
the teenage girls in the class.

She took stock of herself, a sixteen year old schoolgirl wearing nothing
but a pair of shiny black shoes, white knee high socks and PINK PANTIES.

Why were her panties pink?

Oh shit, it must have been her brother stupid socks!

They were red and he'd put them in with her whites!

She tried to stammer this but Carpenter would have none of it!

"You're an insult to your uniform Clare Danes,
therefore you won't have the privilege of wearing it..."

'Here it comes...' thought Brooke.

"... Take those panties off THIS INSTANT!"

"NOOOOOO!" Claire Danes wailed.

Her legs crossing in involuntary shame.

Not her pussy.

Not her little pussy on display for the whole class.

"Furthermore, you can remain like that
UNTIL THE END OF THE DAY!"

The class gasped.

Brooke laughed to herself.

Claire started sobbing freely.

That was four more hours of walking around the school, the halls,
the playground, with not a thing to wear.

Naked for all to see....

Claire Danes thumbs went into the elastic of her panties.

She pulled them out... and dropped them to her ankles.

There it was, Claire's bare little pussy, covered with a tiny tuft of red
hair.

It was true Claire Danes really is a redhead, Claire wept as the class drank
in the vision of her little pink sex and her teen breasts.

Then her tight ass as Carpenter made her turn around in front of the class.

"Now Claire Danes, you can get your garments after today's classes,
it's going to be a very long day."

Brooke Satchwell agreed.

As she watched the stark naked, weeping, exposed, humiliated Claire Danes
walk back to her desk.

She'd ensure it was a very long day...

THE END

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