Believing as I do that the Bible is the true and perfect word of God, and knowing that it teaches women to be modest in dress, I can't believe that God wants me to strip naked and walk the halls of Darwin High. Is it His will that grinning boys examine my most private parts? Photograph me in all sorts of naughty poses? Touch my breasts and fanny, or even worse?
It is said that when you lie down with dogs, you get up with fleas. I choose not to lie down with sinners. I have heard that boys and girls at Darwin do a thing called "oral sex." That is just another name for sodomy. I have even heard that they fornicate before all the world, carried away by their lust, rutting like animals in hallways and classrooms, abominations in the eyes of the Lord. I do not wish to be a sodomite or fornicator. Nor will I allow my Sacred Vault to be violated by the filthy fingers of a Darwin boy. I wish to hold myself up before those unclean in spirit, choosing by my example to be representative of that modesty and chastity that God ordains for us. But here's the thing...
This morning's sermon was entitled "Man Proposes, But God Disposes." I listened carefully. Our only insights into the mind of God are through prayer, our ministers, and the Bible. But often we do not understand. Sometimes God surprises us. Sometimes He tests us. We may think that through our prayers we know the right way, that He has answered us in a way that pleases us and makes us happy. That can be a sort of arrogance. For sometimes He chooses to bring us sorrow. It is all His will, and we must be humble before it.
My family has suffered lately. My dad's job was outsourced to a foreign country and we had to sell our home and move to an apartment in this rotten town. For eight years I have gone to proper Christian private schools, but now there is no money for tuition. So just as I start high school I have to go to Darwin.
And that puts me squarely under the Mandatory Nudity in Education Act, commonly called "Rodham's Law". Every student in public high school in the US has to spend one week during the school year totally naked in class, and agree to pose for inspection and any other "reasonable request". The very phrase is disgusting. You know anything a boy asks a naked girl to do is going to be unreasonable. Every school has one or more Federal Nudity Inspectors to see that the rules are enforced. Students are chosen at random each week by computer.
There's more, but I really don't know much about the Program. They gave me a pamphlet explaining it when I registered for class this summer, but it had a filthy picture of a naked boy and girl on the cover, so naturally I threw it away without reading it. Mostly all I know is what the minister says, and it doesn't sound good. I do know that they absolutely insisted that I pull down my panties for a contraceptive-STD shot when I registered. I begged them not to do it. I know I'll never need one, as I intend to remain pure. But they went ahead anyway.
That should tell you what they expect me to do!
So I've been praying a lot. There are 36 weeks in a school year so there's a good chance I won't be picked right away, and a 50% chance I won't be picked the first semester. Maybe by then my family will be able to send me to a proper Christian school.
My duty is to God, not to man. It follows, then, that it is up to me to refuse to obey laws which go against His word. But it is hard. Even Jesus said "render unto Caesar..." I just don't know what I'd do if I got called into the office and was told to strip naked. Sometimes I think I'd rather die.
So please, God, don't let that computer choose me.
But if it is Your will that I am chosen to suffer these many indignities, then may Your will be done. And then I pray that You keep me safe from the arms of the Devil. And so I pray in Jesus's name. Chastity Lamb
I was late for school due to a misunderstanding about the bus schedule. What kind of a school has to have a guard at the entrance? After I swiped my card, the computer beeped, and he told me to go directly to the principal's office. Mr. Marberry was flanked by a man and a woman in uniform. He introduced me to Amanda Phillips and Roberto Diaz, Federal Nudity Inspectors. Oh, no, no...
"As you must have guessed by now, you are one of 22 students selected to be nude this week in class, of which 5 are freshmen. The others have already stripped and left for class. Please take off your clothes quickly." said Marberry. Amanda smiled at me sympathetically.
"It's always hard at first, but you'll get used to it." she said.
"I'll need some time to think." I said. Actually I needed time to pray. I closed my eyes and asked God to tell me what to do. I placed my life in his hands, as always. But he did not answer me at once.
"Miss Lamb? Shall we assist you in removing your clothes?" It was Principal Marberry speaking. He loomed over me, and though my eyes were still closed I could feel his hands on the top button of my dress.
"No! I'll do it!"
It was the hardest thing I've ever done. As each item came off, I was ever closer to flaunting my bare body before their lustful eyes. When I had to choose between my last two items, I slowly unclasped my bra and pulled it off. I gave a shy glance at the two men as my breasts popped out. They weren't so interested. Suddenly I realized that they must have looked at hundreds of girls undressing in the last few years. And I'm OK up top, but probably they'd seen better. Perhaps there was no thrill left. My nudity, which meant so much to me, meant nothing to them.
I was shaking too much to go on. Amanda stepped forward and gently lowered my panties. I stepped out. I was blushing furiously and staring at my feet when the flash went off. Diaz had a camera and he'd just taken a picture of my bare front! And then he made me turn around so he could do my fanny, too!
"For the school paper." he said, responding to my incredulous look.
"Actually," said Amanda, "We need you to take off everything."
What did she mean? I was totally and horribly naked.
She pointed to my chest. I have worn a small gold cross on a chain ever since I was eight, symbolizing my choice to be born again to the arms of Jesus Christ, my personal savior. Now they were even taking my cross away. Surely this was Devil's work. I began crying as she unclasped it and put it with the rest of my boxed clothing.
"Miss Lamb, what do you know about the Program? Did you not have a study unit on it at the end of 8th Grade?" Amanda said.
"I didn't, because I have been in private Christian schools all my life. I couldn't read the pamphlet you gave me either, because of the cover. But I do know from what my minister has said that what you are making me do is an abomination in the eyes of the Lord, and that come Judgment Day you shall be held accountable for this by the highest Judge of all."
I don't usually speak so harshly, but my shame had turned to anger.
The two Federals made eye contact with each other.
"Let me handle this one." said Amanda. Diaz nodded.
"Come with me." she said.
We went into the main office of the school. There were several secretaries working at computers. None of them seemed interested in me. A male teacher was pulling letters from his box. He looked at my face and smiled, then briefly ran his eyes up and down my body and smiled kindly at me again. I suppose he meant no harm, but I blushed and ducked behind Amanda.
She was speaking to one of the secretaries.
"I suppose the Exploratorium is booked today?"
"Oh, yes, today through Wednesday with couples just put in the Program, and then it's solid with volunteer pairs the rest of the week."
I didn't know what the Exploratorium was, but somehow I was glad it was booked.
"Can you find me a vacant classroom for an hour or so, also can you tell me where Brian Foelker is this hour?"
"208 is good, and Brian is in Algebra-Trig., room 318."
Amanda took me out of the office into the nearly deserted halls. Just as we got to the second floor, a fully dressed boy exited from the bathroom door. He did a quick doubletake when he saw me, and then approached us, a big grin on his face. His eyes were glittering. "I don't know your name, but I have a reasonabl..."
"Sorry," said Amanda. "Chastity and I have some business to attend to. Perhaps you can catch up to her later today or tomorrow."
"Sure." he said, disappointed. He was staring squarely at the place where my legs meet my body.
He stood there, looking at my bare behind, as we walked down to 208.
"Here's what this is all about." said Amanda. "If we were to just send you out into the halls today, feeling as you do, and with you not knowing what to expect, things could get very difficult. It is most unfortunate that the computer chose you in particular on your very first day of high school. Girls chosen early in the semester have a harder time , because the boys are exceedingly inexperienced and correspondingly eager. At some point today there might be a dozen boys surrounding you, all calling out reasonable requests. And some might not even be reasonable, but would you know? So we are arranging for you to have a private session with Brian Foelker, a sophomore. He was so kind and generous in his relationships with nude girls last year that I trust him completely to give you some basic instruction. Needless to say, you ARE a Program Girl, and that means you are required to obey any reasonable request he makes of you.
"I'm going to leave you here alone in the room while I go find Brian. Do you promise to remain in this room?"
"I promise."
"Here is a copy of that pamphlet that you haven't yet read. Please read it now. It explains your rights as well as what we expect you to do."
But I didn't read it while she was gone. Praying was much more important. But no miracle spirited me away, and I had given my word not to leave.
Brian was a nice-looking boy. You know how boys in sixth and seventh grade are all kind of cute, but then they start losing it when the get a little older and they lose some of their baby fat and their faces harden? Well, you could tell he had really been cute, and he still was, a little. And he was smiling. And most important of all, he was keeping his eyes carefully fixed above my neck.
Amanda left. Brian didn't say anything. He was still being polite with his eyes.
"Amanda told me before she went to get you that you had a very good reputation with Program girls. What did she mean?" I said. Anything to stall.
"Well, I was chosen to be in the Program in just the second week of class last year. So there were a lot of girls that wanted to look at me and touch me and some of them even made bets about what they could get me to do and it was sometimes kind of bad because it was as if I was, like, meat? But most of them were really nice to me and asked my permission and let me tell them what I especially liked, and of course lots of times I got so excited in the hall that I had to ask for Relief at the start of the next class. And it seems there was always some girl willing to help me in that way, even though she might be nervous about not doing it right. So I would tell her what to do and always praise and thank her afterward and try not to make a mess on her hair or clothing. So overall it was a pretty good week.
"But then it really got fun, because from the third week on I was clothed, and it was the girls that were nude. And I swore to myself that I would always treat them with respect and not think about my own desires as much as satisfying theirs. And pretty soon I learned always to ask, and if they were too embarrassed to say what they wanted, to make whispered suggestions. And pretty soon they started talking to each other about me and girls were saying I was the gentlest of all the boys and how they wanted me to be the one approaching them with reasonable requests when their week came. And I never got tired of it, even though there were 89 girls in the freshman class. I had playtime with every one of them, and some upperclassmen, too.
"Now, Amanda told me about your situation on the way up here. She has asked me to run through the kinds of things boys will be asking you to do and explain to you what you don't have to agree to, also. Do you have any questions?"
"Uh...you fornicated with 89 girls last year?"
"Oh, no, not at all. Most girls want to do that only with their steady boyfriend, if they do it at all. Plus, public sexual intercourse is frowned upon here at Darwin. That's why we have the Exploratorium! Of course, a few times my partner and I got carried away when the Exploratorium was booked. In times of great need, one finds a way There are a few storage areas around the school that provide some privacy.
"If there are no more questions, what I'd like to do first is describe to you some of the common poses girls in the Program are asked to take and make sure you do them correctly. I won't embarrass you by taking any photos. But many boys here carry cameras with them at all times. So when you do these poses for me, remember that later on flashes will be going off."
"I...I'm sort of ready for the first pose, if it isn't too...gross."
Now Brian had lowered his eyes. He was looking right at my chest and he had a warm smile on his face.
"This first is a simple pose that you will be asked to assume very often by the shyer freshman boys. Please stand with your legs slightly apart, clasp your hands behind your neck, and thrust out your chest. Yes, that's very nice, thank you. Can you hop a bit from foot to foot so you jiggle? Good, very nice. Can you rotate your torso quickly back and forth? Lovely. You have very nice breasts. They are just the right size for your body. I love your little pink nipples, they really look delicate nestled in the center of those pretty aureoles. Can you put your hands under your breasts and push them up? Fine. Now, can you rub the palms of your hands gently across your nipples? It feels good, doesn't it? They are getting hard, aren't they? OK, you can relax now."
He hadn't even touched me and already I felt like a slut. I hoped he had no way of knowing I was already getting wet down below.
"Now a lot of boys are going to want to look at your bare fanny, so we are going to do a couple poses showing that off. Can you turn your backside to me? Now spread your legs and bend forward at the waist, placing your hands on your knees. I'm going to get up real close right behind you, and I'm going to squat down and look up, but please don't be afraid. I'm not going to touch you. Oh, this is real nice. You have a lovely fanny. It shows just a little bit of the plumpness of a little girl . There's just a bit of baby fat there which is most exciting. I love to touch a soft tender butt. But overall I can see a real nice sharp definition. I bet it is really fun to stand behind you as you walk. We'll have to do that. I love to see a girl's muscles bunch and unbunch as she walks, especially if she wiggles a little. Can you wiggle for me? Thank you. Of course from this angle I can see more than just your fanny. It's extremely exciting to see your labia slightly parted and hanging down. I can see the opening to your vagina, too. There is some moisture there. I think your body is trying to tell you something!
"Now could you please straighten up and walk over to the teacher's desk? Can you put on a little more hip action as you walk? Yes, now that's good. Now please bend forward and place your torso flat on the desk so your rump sticks out nicely. Yes, very nice, that's right. Now just bring your hands back and put one on each globe. Now pull yourself apart, that's good, now I can see your little pink rear hole. I'm more of a frontal man myself, but lots of boys will be asking you to do this pose. If a boy was going to photograph you in this position, he'd probably ask you to look back over your shoulder and smile as if you liked showing your rear cleft off. Can you do that? Can you smile at me? Thank you! Ok, you can straighten up now.
"What we have done so far are sort of minor poses that you need to know how to do, but mostly boys are going to be looking for the main thing. And usually they will just holler out 'show us some pink' or 'standard pink, please'. I need you to stand and face me, please. Take a wide stance and reach down and pull your outer and inner labia apart. Yes, that's just perfect. It is very exciting for me to see inside your slit. I'm going to come up real close to you again but don't worry, I'm not going to touch you. I know you really can't see yourself from your angle, so I'm just going to tell you what I see. Just above your cute pink place there is a nice mound, it looks sweet and soft because of the fine lovely hair dusted about it. I would like to touch it and kiss it very much, but I won't right now. I like to see soft pretty hair like you have along your outer lips, as long as it doesn't obscure the view. It doesn't on you, it just nicely frames your sweet plump lips. At the top of the pink, deep inside, I see a tiny bump but I know it doesn't feel tiny when a man strokes it, kisses it, or licks it. It's your clitoris, and we will be spending a lot of time later on getting to know it. I say 'we' because I suspect that you have not been paying too much attention to it. Part of the fun here at Darwin is seeing how other people satisfy themselves. You need to learn how to do that. Lots of girls here have learned to rub themselves with their hands or use vibrators or water tools to make themselves feel good. Sometimes boys ask them to bring these things to class and demonstrate their use. Have you ever touched yourself down there to give yourself pleasure? No? Can you snake a forefinger down on top of your clitoris and rub it ever so lightly? Yes, good job. I can tell because you are shivering. But I think we'll move on now. Lower down I see a very tiny bump, that's where the pee comes out. To see some more I think I'm going to put you in a new position. Let me just take a curtain down from the window for padding underneath you. Ah, here we go.
Now just lie down, please, face up. Bring your knees up to your chest and hold them in your hands. Now use your hands to open your knees real wide. A bit wider, please, if you can. Now the weight of your legs has raised some of your fanny right off the floor and I can see the opening to your vagina very clearly. Let me just get down real close so I can see everything, but don't worry, I'm just posing, not fingering you. I see you have a sweet little bit of membrane partly across the opening. That's your hymen. I love to see hymens, not too many Darwin girls have them. But there's still room for blood to come out, or for a single finger to go in. I'd love to put a finger inside you very slowly and carefully and try to find that spot inside where nerves leading from your clitoris attach themselves to the vaginal wall. But we won't do that right now. Right now I'm just having you show me poses. I see the curtain underneath your rear end is getting wet. Do you want to give yourself Relief? Do you want me to turn my back while you do it?"
I politely said no. My voice was nearly unrecognizable. I was shook up. You might wonder why I did all the immodest, shameful, and naughty things he asked. Well, partly it was because he was so polite-- he always said please-- and partly because of the matter-of-fact way he just assumed I was going to cooperate. I knew he had examined just a whole lot of girls and he expected certain things from me. But also I did it because I was trapped. From the day my parents decided to send me here, this was in the cards, whether I knew all the details or not.
To lie is a sin. So there's one thing more I have to admit. Deep down, I felt a thrill. A thrill about sinning, and having a good excuse to sin. And a body thrill. I have never fingered myself the way Brian suggested, but sometimes I have come awake in the morning to find myself unaccountably and pleasurably wet. When Brian talked about putting a finger in me, for a long second my body cried out for it and wetted me in preparation me for it. Even now I have a sneaking desire to learn from him how to give myself Relief...but I must be true to my ideals. For now.
We took a short break while I recovered my wits. Quite by accident I noticed that Brian's pants were quite bulged out. I tried not to think about what scary thing was inside his pants. I'd never seen a boy's thingy, erect or not.
"If you are ready, we will continue with your second lesson." he said. I couldn't think what that might be. He'd already seen every single thing close up. In color.
"As you know, girls in the Program must agree to reasonable requests. Posing is just one kind of request. Allowing touching of intimate parts is another. Chastity, I have a reasonable request. If you will kindly assume the first pose, the one with your hands behind your neck and your chest pushed out, I would like to touch your breasts. Please be sure to keep your hands locked. I will be gentle."
So what choice did I have? I stood as he wanted, and he came up to me and he looked into my eyes and he brought his hands up and he started caressing me so very softly that I could barely feel him at first and he told me again and again how lovely my breasts were and then he pressed a little harder and his palms were against my nipples and they were stiffening and down below I could feel something inside of me doing flip-flops. And then he had my nipples in between his fingers and he was stroking them and he was looking at my face as I took deep breaths and now they were totally stiff and I gave a small moan. And then he lowered his face and he was licking my left nipple while his fingers played with the right one, and now my nipple was INSIDE his mouth and he was gently sucking it while he ran his tongue around it. And now his mouth was on the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. And then his hands fell on my bare fanny and he pulled me into him, and I shuddered as I felt l his insistent hardness pressing against me. And I was helpless in his hands and I began to moan and rub myself against him.
I guess at that point I was fully in the hands of Satan, for I was quite willing to do anything he wanted. But fortunately for my virtue, he broke off and stepped back.
"Wow! You are so very lovely on top! Thank you so much for giving me a chance to feel your breasts and suck on your nipples!"
Apparently he wanted us to cool off, for he sat down, a dazed look on his face. His pants were still pushed out.
"I need to take a bathroom break." he said.
"I do, too."
We went down the hall to the room the boy had come out of. I asked Brian where the ladies room was. He looked at me in utter surprise.
"All the bathrooms at Central are unisex."
I blushed at my mistake as we entered the bathroom. Over against one wall were some curious fixtures I'd never seen before. Brian turned his back to me and walked towards them. I could see he had one hand in front of his crotch, no doubt unzipping himself. I blushed even harder. Suddenly it all came to me. Those must be urinals! I couldn't believe how guys used these things, all out in the open like that. How could they be sanitary? How could you avoid looking at the guy standing next to you? I stood frozen, still watching Brian as he got in front of the urinal, fumbling with the front of his pants. Suddenly he half-turned and looked at me. He looked very surprised that I wasn't in a stall.
"Oh, did you want to watch? I should have offered you the opportunity, sorry, I wasn't thinking."
I didn't say anything. It was as if some other girl was walking towards him, but there I was. His penis was now jutting out of his fly. I was surprised by how big it was. A few minutes ago he was pressing it to me and I was thinking how it would feel inside. Now I was wondering if it would even fit. He turned to the urinal and I watched, as curious as a two-year-old, as pee spurted out of him into the bowl.
"Chastity, this brings up something you need to know. There are a lot of boys who are curious about how a woman pees, and since there aren't any doors on the stalls any more, there might be some peepers. Well, you can't do much about that, but if any boy wants to see you pee up close, you have a right to refuse, as long as you haven't taken more than three toilet breaks that day, none longer than 5 minutes. Of course we have to have a rule about time to prevent shy girls from using the john as a refuge. If, however, five minutes have passed, you have to agree to let him watch.
"Now, as to what is happening here, you can see I'm done, but at this point a boy always gives it a good shake to get the last drops off. Do you want to assist me?"
It felt strange in my hand, the skin softer than I expected, but underneath it was as hard as a diamond. Shake, shake, shake! He showed me how to put it back inside his pants pointing up towards his stomach.
"I'll be with you in a second, I need to go too." I said.
"Yes, but... your five minutes are up."
I took a deep breath.
"Well, then I guess IF you made a reasonable request, I'd...
"May I watch you pee?"
"Yes, Brian."
He got up real close to the basin and asked me to show pink. After I finished he said that was the one thing he was still curious about that he had never seen before. With all his experience, I felt kind of good that I could show him something new. Wicked as it was.
We went back to Room 208 to continue with my education. He had me stand with my back to him and he came up behind me and he put his hands under my arms and over my breasts and again I started to shiver with excitement as he caressed my nipples and brought them quickly into full arousal and then he was pressing against my rear end and I could feel how hard he was and now his hands were straying below my waist and now he was running his fingers up and down my wet slit.
And then he was lowering me onto the floor, the curtains under me, and he was kneeling between my legs and pulling them apart and saying "lovely, lovely" and now he was kissing my mound and I was pulling myself open for him without being asked and I wanted him to try and put that thing in me no matter how big it was. But instead he put his mouth on my clitoris and then he was licking and sucking and I put my hands behind his neck and drew him to me and I bucked and bucked and cried out and went up high, so high, so tense, and then I released it all in a single burst and fell back, down, down, floating, feeling so good, quivering a bit as my clitoris slowly resume its normal size.
And then the most marvellous thing happened. I felt the spirit of God enter me, just as it did when I was twelve and He broke my fever and miraculously cured my pneumonia. And God spoke to me clearly, and told me that he had ordained that what we had done was his gift to all mankind. And that all those who do it will in their pleasure come closer to Him. And He said I should feel no shame, but only joy in his creation. And I was in awe of his words and I praised his holy Name. And all the fears I had, all the shyness, even all my modesty fell away, and I turned my happy face to Brian.
But he looked more tense than happy, and then I realized that in his generousity he had thought only of me and not of himself. I glanced again at his pants, and they were still bulging out. I was trying to think of how to phrase my offer to bring him the same pleasure he had brought me when he spoke first.
"Um, Chastity? There is something you need to know. You really need to read that darn pamphlet! When it talks in there about "reasonable requests" it says that you, the naked person, are the sole judge as to whether a request is reasonable. Posing requests are always reasonable, but as far as touching is concerned, well, I doubt if you could long get away with refusing everything, but some girls are pretty careful about who they let touch them below the waist, and that seems to be OK with the Feds."
"You mean I didn't have to let you..." I broke off, giggling.
"No, you probably didn't. Funny how I forgot to tell you that."
"Tell me this. Does the pamphlet say whether a boy, let's say his name is Brian, can ask a girl if he can put his thingy inside her thingy and rub it up and down until he spurts?"
"Yes, Page 118...and she has to say yes."
"Funny, I've got the pamphlet right here and I only see eight pages. But I totally believe you. Seems like we need to find one of those private storage areas you are so familiar with!"
But he couldn't wait and we did it right there. And we both came this time, and afterwards we lay together, smiling, and I thought about the crazy things I had written just the day before about fornication being evil.
Well, there you are, Amanda. You were so flabbergasted that I sailed so easily through my naked week that you asked me to write up my first day's experiences for the Naked in School website so other shy girls can read it and learn. Here it is! Chastity Lamb
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Believing as I do that the Bible is the true and perfect word of God, and knowing that it teaches women to be modest in dress, I can't believe that God wants me to strip naked and walk the halls of Darwin High. Is it His will that grinning boys examine my most private parts? Photograph me in all sorts of naughty poses? Touch my breasts and fanny, or even worse?
It is said that when you lie down with dogs, you get up with fleas. I choose not to lie down with sinners. I have heard that boys and girls at Darwin do a thing called "oral sex." That is just another name for sodomy. I have even heard that they fornicate before all the world, carried away by their lust, rutting like animals in hallways and classrooms, abominations in the eyes of the Lord. I do not wish to be a sodomite or fornicator. Nor will I allow my Sacred Vault to be violated by the filthy fingers of a Darwin boy. I wish to hold myself up before those unclean in spirit, choosing by my example to be representative of that modesty and chastity that God ordains for us. But here's the thing...
This morning's sermon was entitled "Man Proposes, But God Disposes." I listened carefully. Our only insights into the mind of God are through prayer, our ministers, and the Bible. But often we do not understand. Sometimes God surprises us. Sometimes He tests us. We may think that through our prayers we know the right way, that He has answered us in a way that pleases us and makes us happy. That can be a sort of arrogance. For sometimes He chooses to bring us sorrow. It is all His will, and we must be humble before it.
My family has suffered lately. My dad's job was outsourced to a foreign country and we had to sell our home and move to an apartment in this rotten town. For eight years I have gone to proper Christian private schools, but now there is no money for tuition. So just as I start high school I have to go to Darwin.
And that puts me squarely under the Mandatory Nudity in Education Act, commonly called "Rodham's Law". Every student in public high school in the US has to spend one week during the school year totally naked in class, and agree to pose for inspection and any other "reasonable request". The very phrase is disgusting. You know anything a boy asks a naked girl to do is going to be unreasonable. Every school has one or more Federal Nudity Inspectors to see that the rules are enforced. Students are chosen at random each week by computer.
There's more, but I really don't know much about the Program. They gave me a pamphlet explaining it when I registered for class this summer, but it had a filthy picture of a naked boy and girl on the cover, so naturally I threw it away without reading it. Mostly all I know is what the minister says, and it doesn't sound good. I do know that they absolutely insisted that I pull down my panties for a contraceptive-STD shot when I registered. I begged them not to do it. I know I'll never need one, as I intend to remain pure. But they went ahead anyway.
That should tell you what they expect me to do!
So I've been praying a lot. There are 36 weeks in a school year so there's a good chance I won't be picked right away, and a 50% chance I won't be picked the first semester. Maybe by then my family will be able to send me to a proper Christian school.
My duty is to God, not to man. It follows, then, that it is up to me to refuse to obey laws which go against His word. But it is hard. Even Jesus said "render unto Caesar..." I just don't know what I'd do if I got called into the office and was told to strip naked. Sometimes I think I'd rather die.
So please, God, don't let that computer choose me.
But if it is Your will that I am chosen to suffer these many indignities, then may Your will be done. And then I pray that You keep me safe from the arms of the Devil. And so I pray in Jesus's name. Chastity Lamb
I was late for school due to a misunderstanding about the bus schedule. What kind of a school has to have a guard at the entrance? After I swiped my card, the computer beeped, and he told me to go directly to the principal's office. Mr. Marberry was flanked by a man and a woman in uniform. He introduced me to Amanda Phillips and Roberto Diaz, Federal Nudity Inspectors. Oh, no, no...
"As you must have guessed by now, you are one of 22 students selected to be nude this week in class, of which 5 are freshmen. The others have already stripped and left for class. Please take off your clothes quickly." said Marberry. Amanda smiled at me sympathetically.
"It's always hard at first, but you'll get used to it." she said.
"I'll need some time to think." I said. Actually I needed time to pray. I closed my eyes and asked God to tell me what to do. I placed my life in his hands, as always. But he did not answer me at once.
"Miss Lamb? Shall we assist you in removing your clothes?" It was Principal Marberry speaking. He loomed over me, and though my eyes were still closed I could feel his hands on the top button of my dress.
"No! I'll do it!"
It was the hardest thing I've ever done. As each item came off, I was ever closer to flaunting my bare body before their lustful eyes. When I had to choose between my last two items, I slowly unclasped my bra and pulled it off. I gave a shy glance at the two men as my breasts popped out. They weren't so interested. Suddenly I realized that they must have looked at hundreds of girls undressing in the last few years. And I'm OK up top, but probably they'd seen better. Perhaps there was no thrill left. My nudity, which meant so much to me, meant nothing to them.
I was shaking too much to go on. Amanda stepped forward and gently lowered my panties. I stepped out. I was blushing furiously and staring at my feet when the flash went off. Diaz had a camera and he'd just taken a picture of my bare front! And then he made me turn around so he could do my fanny, too!
"For the school paper." he said, responding to my incredulous look.
"Actually," said Amanda, "We need you to take off everything."
What did she mean? I was totally and horribly naked.
She pointed to my chest. I have worn a small gold cross on a chain ever since I was eight, symbolizing my choice to be born again to the arms of Jesus Christ, my personal savior. Now they were even taking my cross away. Surely this was Devil's work. I began crying as she unclasped it and put it with the rest of my boxed clothing.
"Miss Lamb, what do you know about the Program? Did you not have a study unit on it at the end of 8th Grade?" Amanda said.
"I didn't, because I have been in private Christian schools all my life. I couldn't read the pamphlet you gave me either, because of the cover. But I do know from what my minister has said that what you are making me do is an abomination in the eyes of the Lord, and that come Judgment Day you shall be held accountable for this by the highest Judge of all."
I don't usually speak so harshly, but my shame had turned to anger.
The two Federals made eye contact with each other.
"Let me handle this one." said Amanda. Diaz nodded.
"Come with me." she said.
We went into the main office of the school. There were several secretaries working at computers. None of them seemed interested in me. A male teacher was pulling letters from his box. He looked at my face and smiled, then briefly ran his eyes up and down my body and smiled kindly at me again. I suppose he meant no harm, but I blushed and ducked behind Amanda.
She was speaking to one of the secretaries.
"I suppose the Exploratorium is booked today?"
"Oh, yes, today through Wednesday with couples just put in the Program, and then it's solid with volunteer pairs the rest of the week."
I didn't know what the Exploratorium was, but somehow I was glad it was booked.
"Can you find me a vacant classroom for an hour or so, also can you tell me where Brian Foelker is this hour?"
"208 is good, and Brian is in Algebra-Trig., room 318."
Amanda took me out of the office into the nearly deserted halls. Just as we got to the second floor, a fully dressed boy exited from the bathroom door. He did a quick doubletake when he saw me, and then approached us, a big grin on his face. His eyes were glittering. "I don't know your name, but I have a reasonabl..."
"Sorry," said Amanda. "Chastity and I have some business to attend to. Perhaps you can catch up to her later today or tomorrow."
"Sure." he said, disappointed. He was staring squarely at the place where my legs meet my body.
He stood there, looking at my bare behind, as we walked down to 208.
"Here's what this is all about." said Amanda. "If we were to just send you out into the halls today, feeling as you do, and with you not knowing what to expect, things could get very difficult. It is most unfortunate that the computer chose you in particular on your very first day of high school. Girls chosen early in the semester have a harder time , because the boys are exceedingly inexperienced and correspondingly eager. At some point today there might be a dozen boys surrounding you, all calling out reasonable requests. And some might not even be reasonable, but would you know? So we are arranging for you to have a private session with Brian Foelker, a sophomore. He was so kind and generous in his relationships with nude girls last year that I trust him completely to give you some basic instruction. Needless to say, you ARE a Program Girl, and that means you are required to obey any reasonable request he makes of you.
"I'm going to leave you here alone in the room while I go find Brian. Do you promise to remain in this room?"
"I promise."
"Here is a copy of that pamphlet that you haven't yet read. Please read it now. It explains your rights as well as what we expect you to do."
But I didn't read it while she was gone. Praying was much more important. But no miracle spirited me away, and I had given my word not to leave.
Brian was a nice-looking boy. You know how boys in sixth and seventh grade are all kind of cute, but then they start losing it when the get a little older and they lose some of their baby fat and their faces harden? Well, you could tell he had really been cute, and he still was, a little. And he was smiling. And most important of all, he was keeping his eyes carefully fixed above my neck.
Amanda left. Brian didn't say anything. He was still being polite with his eyes.
"Amanda told me before she went to get you that you had a very good reputation with Program girls. What did she mean?" I said. Anything to stall.
"Well, I was chosen to be in the Program in just the second week of class last year. So there were a lot of girls that wanted to look at me and touch me and some of them even made bets about what they could get me to do and it was sometimes kind of bad because it was as if I was, like, meat? But most of them were really nice to me and asked my permission and let me tell them what I especially liked, and of course lots of times I got so excited in the hall that I had to ask for Relief at the start of the next class. And it seems there was always some girl willing to help me in that way, even though she might be nervous about not doing it right. So I would tell her what to do and always praise and thank her afterward and try not to make a mess on her hair or clothing. So overall it was a pretty good week.
"But then it really got fun, because from the third week on I was clothed, and it was the girls that were nude. And I swore to myself that I would always treat them with respect and not think about my own desires as much as satisfying theirs. And pretty soon I learned always to ask, and if they were too embarrassed to say what they wanted, to make whispered suggestions. And pretty soon they started talking to each other about me and girls were saying I was the gentlest of all the boys and how they wanted me to be the one approaching them with reasonable requests when their week came. And I never got tired of it, even though there were 89 girls in the freshman class. I had playtime with every one of them, and some upperclassmen, too.
"Now, Amanda told me about your situation on the way up here. She has asked me to run through the kinds of things boys will be asking you to do and explain to you what you don't have to agree to, also. Do you have any questions?"
"Uh...you fornicated with 89 girls last year?"
"Oh, no, not at all. Most girls want to do that only with their steady boyfriend, if they do it at all. Plus, public sexual intercourse is frowned upon here at Darwin. That's why we have the Exploratorium! Of course, a few times my partner and I got carried away when the Exploratorium was booked. In times of great need, one finds a way There are a few storage areas around the school that provide some privacy.
"If there are no more questions, what I'd like to do first is describe to you some of the common poses girls in the Program are asked to take and make sure you do them correctly. I won't embarrass you by taking any photos. But many boys here carry cameras with them at all times. So when you do these poses for me, remember that later on flashes will be going off."
"I...I'm sort of ready for the first pose, if it isn't too...gross."
Now Brian had lowered his eyes. He was looking right at my chest and he had a warm smile on his face.
"This first is a simple pose that you will be asked to assume very often by the shyer freshman boys. Please stand with your legs slightly apart, clasp your hands behind your neck, and thrust out your chest. Yes, that's very nice, thank you. Can you hop a bit from foot to foot so you jiggle? Good, very nice. Can you rotate your torso quickly back and forth? Lovely. You have very nice breasts. They are just the right size for your body. I love your little pink nipples, they really look delicate nestled in the center of those pretty aureoles. Can you put your hands under your breasts and push them up? Fine. Now, can you rub the palms of your hands gently across your nipples? It feels good, doesn't it? They are getting hard, aren't they? OK, you can relax now."
He hadn't even touched me and already I felt like a slut. I hoped he had no way of knowing I was already getting wet down below.
"Now a lot of boys are going to want to look at your bare fanny, so we are going to do a couple poses showing that off. Can you turn your backside to me? Now spread your legs and bend forward at the waist, placing your hands on your knees. I'm going to get up real close right behind you, and I'm going to squat down and look up, but please don't be afraid. I'm not going to touch you. Oh, this is real nice. You have a lovely fanny. It shows just a little bit of the plumpness of a little girl . There's just a bit of baby fat there which is most exciting. I love to touch a soft tender butt. But overall I can see a real nice sharp definition. I bet it is really fun to stand behind you as you walk. We'll have to do that. I love to see a girl's muscles bunch and unbunch as she walks, especially if she wiggles a little. Can you wiggle for me? Thank you. Of course from this angle I can see more than just your fanny. It's extremely exciting to see your labia slightly parted and hanging down. I can see the opening to your vagina, too. There is some moisture there. I think your body is trying to tell you something!
"Now could you please straighten up and walk over to the teacher's desk? Can you put on a little more hip action as you walk? Yes, now that's good. Now please bend forward and place your torso flat on the desk so your rump sticks out nicely. Yes, very nice, that's right. Now just bring your hands back and put one on each globe. Now pull yourself apart, that's good, now I can see your little pink rear hole. I'm more of a frontal man myself, but lots of boys will be asking you to do this pose. If a boy was going to photograph you in this position, he'd probably ask you to look back over your shoulder and smile as if you liked showing your rear cleft off. Can you do that? Can you smile at me? Thank you! Ok, you can straighten up now.
"What we have done so far are sort of minor poses that you need to know how to do, but mostly boys are going to be looking for the main thing. And usually they will just holler out 'show us some pink' or 'standard pink, please'. I need you to stand and face me, please. Take a wide stance and reach down and pull your outer and inner labia apart. Yes, that's just perfect. It is very exciting for me to see inside your slit. I'm going to come up real close to you again but don't worry, I'm not going to touch you. I know you really can't see yourself from your angle, so I'm just going to tell you what I see. Just above your cute pink place there is a nice mound, it looks sweet and soft because of the fine lovely hair dusted about it. I would like to touch it and kiss it very much, but I won't right now. I like to see soft pretty hair like you have along your outer lips, as long as it doesn't obscure the view. It doesn't on you, it just nicely frames your sweet plump lips. At the top of the pink, deep inside, I see a tiny bump but I know it doesn't feel tiny when a man strokes it, kisses it, or licks it. It's your clitoris, and we will be spending a lot of time later on getting to know it. I say 'we' because I suspect that you have not been paying too much attention to it. Part of the fun here at Darwin is seeing how other people satisfy themselves. You need to learn how to do that. Lots of girls here have learned to rub themselves with their hands or use vibrators or water tools to make themselves feel good. Sometimes boys ask them to bring these things to class and demonstrate their use. Have you ever touched yourself down there to give yourself pleasure? No? Can you snake a forefinger down on top of your clitoris and rub it ever so lightly? Yes, good job. I can tell because you are shivering. But I think we'll move on now. Lower down I see a very tiny bump, that's where the pee comes out. To see some more I think I'm going to put you in a new position. Let me just take a curtain down from the window for padding underneath you. Ah, here we go.
Now just lie down, please, face up. Bring your knees up to your chest and hold them in your hands. Now use your hands to open your knees real wide. A bit wider, please, if you can. Now the weight of your legs has raised some of your fanny right off the floor and I can see the opening to your vagina very clearly. Let me just get down real close so I can see everything, but don't worry, I'm just posing, not fingering you. I see you have a sweet little bit of membrane partly across the opening. That's your hymen. I love to see hymens, not too many Darwin girls have them. But there's still room for blood to come out, or for a single finger to go in. I'd love to put a finger inside you very slowly and carefully and try to find that spot inside where nerves leading from your clitoris attach themselves to the vaginal wall. But we won't do that right now. Right now I'm just having you show me poses. I see the curtain underneath your rear end is getting wet. Do you want to give yourself Relief? Do you want me to turn my back while you do it?"
I politely said no. My voice was nearly unrecognizable. I was shook up. You might wonder why I did all the immodest, shameful, and naughty things he asked. Well, partly it was because he was so polite-- he always said please-- and partly because of the matter-of-fact way he just assumed I was going to cooperate. I knew he had examined just a whole lot of girls and he expected certain things from me. But also I did it because I was trapped. From the day my parents decided to send me here, this was in the cards, whether I knew all the details or not.
To lie is a sin. So there's one thing more I have to admit. Deep down, I felt a thrill. A thrill about sinning, and having a good excuse to sin. And a body thrill. I have never fingered myself the way Brian suggested, but sometimes I have come awake in the morning to find myself unaccountably and pleasurably wet. When Brian talked about putting a finger in me, for a long second my body cried out for it and wetted me in preparation me for it. Even now I have a sneaking desire to learn from him how to give myself Relief...but I must be true to my ideals. For now.
We took a short break while I recovered my wits. Quite by accident I noticed that Brian's pants were quite bulged out. I tried not to think about what scary thing was inside his pants. I'd never seen a boy's thingy, erect or not.
"If you are ready, we will continue with your second lesson." he said. I couldn't think what that might be. He'd already seen every single thing close up. In color.
"As you know, girls in the Program must agree to reasonable requests. Posing is just one kind of request. Allowing touching of intimate parts is another. Chastity, I have a reasonable request. If you will kindly assume the first pose, the one with your hands behind your neck and your chest pushed out, I would like to touch your breasts. Please be sure to keep your hands locked. I will be gentle."
So what choice did I have? I stood as he wanted, and he came up to me and he looked into my eyes and he brought his hands up and he started caressing me so very softly that I could barely feel him at first and he told me again and again how lovely my breasts were and then he pressed a little harder and his palms were against my nipples and they were stiffening and down below I could feel something inside of me doing flip-flops. And then he had my nipples in between his fingers and he was stroking them and he was looking at my face as I took deep breaths and now they were totally stiff and I gave a small moan. And then he lowered his face and he was licking my left nipple while his fingers played with the right one, and now my nipple was INSIDE his mouth and he was gently sucking it while he ran his tongue around it. And now his mouth was on the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. And then his hands fell on my bare fanny and he pulled me into him, and I shuddered as I felt l his insistent hardness pressing against me. And I was helpless in his hands and I began to moan and rub myself against him.
I guess at that point I was fully in the hands of Satan, for I was quite willing to do anything he wanted. But fortunately for my virtue, he broke off and stepped back.
"Wow! You are so very lovely on top! Thank you so much for giving me a chance to feel your breasts and suck on your nipples!"
Apparently he wanted us to cool off, for he sat down, a dazed look on his face. His pants were still pushed out.
"I need to take a bathroom break." he said.
"I do, too."
We went down the hall to the room the boy had come out of. I asked Brian where the ladies room was. He looked at me in utter surprise.
"All the bathrooms at Central are unisex."
I blushed at my mistake as we entered the bathroom. Over against one wall were some curious fixtures I'd never seen before. Brian turned his back to me and walked towards them. I could see he had one hand in front of his crotch, no doubt unzipping himself. I blushed even harder. Suddenly it all came to me. Those must be urinals! I couldn't believe how guys used these things, all out in the open like that. How could they be sanitary? How could you avoid looking at the guy standing next to you? I stood frozen, still watching Brian as he got in front of the urinal, fumbling with the front of his pants. Suddenly he half-turned and looked at me. He looked very surprised that I wasn't in a stall.
"Oh, did you want to watch? I should have offered you the opportunity, sorry, I wasn't thinking."
I didn't say anything. It was as if some other girl was walking towards him, but there I was. His penis was now jutting out of his fly. I was surprised by how big it was. A few minutes ago he was pressing it to me and I was thinking how it would feel inside. Now I was wondering if it would even fit. He turned to the urinal and I watched, as curious as a two-year-old, as pee spurted out of him into the bowl.
"Chastity, this brings up something you need to know. There are a lot of boys who are curious about how a woman pees, and since there aren't any doors on the stalls any more, there might be some peepers. Well, you can't do much about that, but if any boy wants to see you pee up close, you have a right to refuse, as long as you haven't taken more than three toilet breaks that day, none longer than 5 minutes. Of course we have to have a rule about time to prevent shy girls from using the john as a refuge. If, however, five minutes have passed, you have to agree to let him watch.
"Now, as to what is happening here, you can see I'm done, but at this point a boy always gives it a good shake to get the last drops off. Do you want to assist me?"
It felt strange in my hand, the skin softer than I expected, but underneath it was as hard as a diamond. Shake, shake, shake! He showed me how to put it back inside his pants pointing up towards his stomach.
"I'll be with you in a second, I need to go too." I said.
"Yes, but... your five minutes are up."
I took a deep breath.
"Well, then I guess IF you made a reasonable request, I'd...
"May I watch you pee?"
"Yes, Brian."
He got up real close to the basin and asked me to show pink. After I finished he said that was the one thing he was still curious about that he had never seen before. With all his experience, I felt kind of good that I could show him something new. Wicked as it was.
We went back to Room 208 to continue with my education. He had me stand with my back to him and he came up behind me and he put his hands under my arms and over my breasts and again I started to shiver with excitement as he caressed my nipples and brought them quickly into full arousal and then he was pressing against my rear end and I could feel how hard he was and now his hands were straying below my waist and now he was running his fingers up and down my wet slit.
And then he was lowering me onto the floor, the curtains under me, and he was kneeling between my legs and pulling them apart and saying "lovely, lovely" and now he was kissing my mound and I was pulling myself open for him without being asked and I wanted him to try and put that thing in me no matter how big it was. But instead he put his mouth on my clitoris and then he was licking and sucking and I put my hands behind his neck and drew him to me and I bucked and bucked and cried out and went up high, so high, so tense, and then I released it all in a single burst and fell back, down, down, floating, feeling so good, quivering a bit as my clitoris slowly resume its normal size.
And then the most marvellous thing happened. I felt the spirit of God enter me, just as it did when I was twelve and He broke my fever and miraculously cured my pneumonia. And God spoke to me clearly, and told me that he had ordained that what we had done was his gift to all mankind. And that all those who do it will in their pleasure come closer to Him. And He said I should feel no shame, but only joy in his creation. And I was in awe of his words and I praised his holy Name. And all the fears I had, all the shyness, even all my modesty fell away, and I turned my happy face to Brian.
But he looked more tense than happy, and then I realized that in his generousity he had thought only of me and not of himself. I glanced again at his pants, and they were still bulging out. I was trying to think of how to phrase my offer to bring him the same pleasure he had brought me when he spoke first.
"Um, Chastity? There is something you need to know. You really need to read that darn pamphlet! When it talks in there about "reasonable requests" it says that you, the naked person, are the sole judge as to whether a request is reasonable. Posing requests are always reasonable, but as far as touching is concerned, well, I doubt if you could long get away with refusing everything, but some girls are pretty careful about who they let touch them below the waist, and that seems to be OK with the Feds."
"You mean I didn't have to let you..." I broke off, giggling.
"No, you probably didn't. Funny how I forgot to tell you that."
"Tell me this. Does the pamphlet say whether a boy, let's say his name is Brian, can ask a girl if he can put his thingy inside her thingy and rub it up and down until he spurts?"
"Yes, Page 118...and she has to say yes."
"Funny, I've got the pamphlet right here and I only see eight pages. But I totally believe you. Seems like we need to find one of those private storage areas you are so familiar with!"
But he couldn't wait and we did it right there. And we both came this time, and afterwards we lay together, smiling, and I thought about the crazy things I had written just the day before about fornication being evil.
Well, there you are, Amanda. You were so flabbergasted that I sailed so easily through my naked week that you asked me to write up my first day's experiences for the Naked in School website so other shy girls can read it and learn. Here it is! Chastity Lamb
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