(C) 2010, The Author known on the Alt Sex Stories Text Repository as Bastable QC
On the last day of the Easter holiday, Lollia Cowley received a phone call from the Headmistress of her daughter's school.
“Lollia, the Department of Education has agreed to start the Programme on Monday, are you still up for it?”
“Yes, I suppose so” Lollia replied reluctantly, looking round to see if Camilla was listening in to the conversation. Fortunately the fifteen year old seemed engrossed in the latest fashion magazine and was taking no notice of her mother.
“Are you sure?” the Headmistress asked.
“Yes, it'll be fine, you've no need to worry. I'll see you as we agreed. Goodbye” Lollia hung up a little abruptly. Perhaps she was worried that she might back out if given the chance, or maybe she was just concerned that her daughter might ask awkward questions.
“Who was that mum?” Camilla asked, confirming one of her fears.
“Someone from work, we've got a client meeting first thing on Monday, they wanted to know if I could pick them up on the way” her mother replied hurriedly.
“Ow I haven't got to walk to school have I?”
“No don't worry, I'll drop you off first”
“Thanks” her daughter yawned, before returning to her magazine.
Lollia was up earlier than usual and spent a long time in the shower, coming out to get dressed only when her daughter finally rose and demanded use of the bathroom. She had planned to wear a simple summer dress, but the business meeting story had ruled that out. Instead she opted for a grey business suit, with knee-length skirt, a red silk blouse, black stockings and court shoes, the standard outfit of a professional woman approaching middle age. An hour later and carrying her leather briefcase, containing not business papers but a half bottle of gin and a couple of packets of cigarettes she made her way out to her car. She was joined by her daughter wearing the standard outfit of a modern teenage school girl, white trainers, a daringly short skirt over black tights, a white blouse, with black bra underneath and a mobile phone attached permanently to her ear.
The drive to Camilla's school didn't take long, as despite her protests at the possibility of having to walk, it's less than twenty minutes on foot. On this day however Lollia had always planned to give her daughter a lift, partly to ensure she really did attend and partly to give herself an escape route.
After dropping her off and pretending to fiddle with the car's CD player for long enough to make sure she has actually entered the main building, Lollia drove away. Twenty minutes later, once the school's pupils had gone in and the other parents had driven away, she returned and parked just outside. Then taking a deep breath and clutching her briefcase with it's promise of Dutch courage she walked calmly into the school and asked to see the Headmistress.
“It's Lollia isn't it, the Headmistress is expecting you, you can go straight in. Good luck” the Headmistress's secretary said sympathetically.
“Thanks” Lollia smiled weakly and entered the Headmistress's office.
“Hello, dear are you okay?” the Headmistress greeted her warmly and with a look of deep concern.
“Yes, I'll be fine it's just first night nerves, that's all. Once we get started I'll be fine” she assured her.
“Look this is quite a big commitment you are making here. You've read the contract, you do know what it entails, don't you?”
“Yes, I've read the contract, I do draw up legal documents for a living remember” Lollia said wearily looking at the only piece of paper on the desk in front of her.
The Headmistress reached into the desk drawer, pulled out a pair of steel handcuffs and placed them very deliberately on the desk beside the contract. “Once we start there is no going back, I'm sorry but I will use these you know” she said firmly.
“Yes, I know you'll tie me up and let some teenage boys rape me, won't you. Can I borrow a pen” Lollia replied.
“Hold on a moment, I'm afraid the others aren't here yet and we can't start without them”
“What others, I thought I was the only one for the first week?”
“You are but I've asked the school's solicitor to witness the contract, just to be on the safe side. Incidently don't worry about the time, we've cancelled the first period and extended registration so that the form teachers can explain the Programme to the whole school. Would you like a cup of tea while you wait?”
“No thank you, I'm fine” Lollia replied. What she actually wanted was something a lot stronger, but she didn't think she could knock back the gin in front of her daughter's headmistress.
After an agonising wait of about twenty minutes, there was a knock at the door and three middle-aged men walked in.
“Good morning Headmistress, I hope you don't mind me bringing my colleagues, but we thought as today was such an important occasion three minds would be better than one.”
“That's okay the more the merrier, let me introduce you all to Mrs Cowley”
Lollia allowed herself to be introduced to the three lawyers, although her fevered mind didn't take in their names or anything they were saying. Had she really been attending a client meeting that morning it might have started with similar introductions, like so many before in her career, but she knew this was very different. That was the reality as the first man asked her if she had read and understood the contract in front of her.
“Yes, I've read the contract thoroughly and I understand it's implications fully” she replied her eyes not on the paper but the handcuffs.
“Very well then would you like to sign it” he said handing her a fountain pen.
Lollia bent down and carefully signed her name, before returning the pen. She then watched as the solicitor added his signature as witness, before handing his pen on to one of his colleagues. She was sure the document didn't actually need two witnesses or even one for that matter, but a minute later it had three witness signatures and all eyes were on her again.
“Well then, let's get on shall we” the Headmistress said, smiling at her sweetly.
“Yes I had planned to wear a light summer dress, I'd even practised taking it off quickly, you know, kind of a sudden shock move sort of thing. Then after your call on Friday I had to make up a story for my daughter about going to a client meeting, so I had to wear this suit. I got it last year in sale, but that's neither here nor there, I was just wondering though if there was somewhere I could get changed. I mean it's sort of spoiled my plans, if you see what I mean” Lollia explained hesitantly.
“Changed into what my dear. Your daughter will have to strip in front of her classmates and you'll do the same tomorrow, but when I saw what you were wearing I realised it would be best if you stripped in here today” the Headmistress told her.
“Oh, right” Lollia replied looking round at the three lawyers, hoping that with their business concluded they were about to leave. She knew though that they had no intention of doing so, why else had three middle-aged men turned up to witness the signing of a simple contract. They gave no outward sign, but she could sense them inwardly drooling in expectation.
“Now dear” the Headmistress said firmly.
Reluctantly Lollia began to undress.
“Excellent, now let's go and see your daughter shall we, you can leave your clothes here” the Headmistress said brightly once Lollia was naked but for her sensible court shoes.
“Thank you” Lollia replied taking one last look at her discarded garments, before summoning up her courage and turning as the Headmistress opened her office door. She half expected to see the whole school outside waiting to stare at her naked body, but instead all she saw was the Headmistress's secretary. The young woman was doing some filing and turned round at the noise, when she saw the naked mother she flashed her that same sympathetic smile. It wasn't much but somehow at that moment it was enough, Lollia picked up her briefcase and followed the Headmistress.
Just outside her office the Headmistress thanked the three solicitors and politely sent them on their way. “They probably wanted to see your daughter as well, but I think they have seen enough for one day don't you” she joked as she led Lollia along the empty corridors.
“Yes, I suppose they so” Lollia replied sheepishly.
“Scotch?” the Headmistress asked suddenly.
“What?”
“The briefcase?”
“No gin and cigarettes.”
“I didn't know you smoked.”
“I don't but well, I may need one.”
“Well you are here to set an example, remember” the Headmistress warned her.
“Don't worry, I'll find somewhere quiet, where nobody can see me.”
“There are smoke detectors in the toilets and that's the only place were nobody can see you this week, remember.”
“How could I forget” Lollia replied with resignation. She hadn't paid much attention to where they were going, being more concerned with looking out for people who might see her, but they had stopped in front of a closed door.
It was labelled “Miss Greene”, the name of her daughter's form teacher, but that barely had time to register as the Headmistress tapped briskly, opened the door and strode in.
“Good morning Miss Greene I trust you have had time to explain the new Naked in School Programme to your class this morning” she said.
“Yes Headmistress” the teacher replied.
“Excellent, well then let me introduce you to the first participant, Lollia Cowley” the Headmistress called out.
As the door had opened Lollia had pinned herself to the wall outside the class to avoid being seen, but when her name was called she took a deep breath and walked gingerly in.
“Mum, what are you doing” her daughter screamed out from her seat in the front row.
“Your mother is the first to volunteer for the Naked in School Programme which means, I'm afraid my dear, that you are also going to be naked in school” the Headmistress explained calmly.
“What, no way. You can't no. Mum get dressed what's a matter with you. Stop this. What do you think you are some kind of whore” the girl shouted angrily at her naked mother.
Although her daughter didn't realise it, that last word was the key. In an instant all her mother's doubts vanished and she rediscovered the strength and courage that had first made her volunteer.
“Camilla you are fifteen years old, statistically speaking you should have been having sex for a least two years. There is a twenty percent chance that you have already had an abortion. There is a fifty percent chance that you will have an abortion before you leave this school and a seven percent chance that you will have given birth by then. In addition statistically by then you will have had twenty sexual partners, of which eight will be so called 'One night stands'. Indeed it is likely that you will have willingly permitted two young men to have sexual intercourse with you, without even knowing their names.”
“I have tried to provide you with a good home life and moral guidance since your father died, but I know that the influences of modern society are all around us. I was a virgin when I met your father and he has been my one and only sexual partner. He died ten years ago and I have considered remarrying, but I've always put him and you first before my own happiness.”
“You think that I look like a whore today, well I think you dress like a whore everyday. What is more, I'm worry every second of every day that my only child might soon become a whore, if you aren't already. That is why I am standing here naked. This is my body. The body of a thirty-nine year old woman. I'm not ashamed of it, I am a thirty-nine year old woman and I have a body and this is it. I'm not wearing a sexy black bra under a white blouse in order to draw attention to my budding young breasts. These are my thirty-nine year old breasts, fifteen years ago they provided my daughter with her first meal, now they sag a little understandably. I'm not ashamed of them, I'm not covering them provocatively to tease the boys in this room. Here they are have a good look” Lollia said calmly pointing at her own chest.
“And this is my vagina” she went on, pointing at the neat triangle of public hair between her legs.
“I'm not hiding it. This is my vagina and you are all welcome to see it. I'm not wearing a short mini skirt to tease you. I don't want you to stare at my legs all day hoping for that little flash of knickers which gives you a thrill. Here is my vagina, I'll be here all this week and I'll be naked all this week and you can stare at my vagina all week long if you like.”
“In reality you'll probably be bored long before then. When my late husband and I were courting we spent a day in Brighton, we walked along the beach hand in hand as young couples do and came across the nudist beach. To the day he died my husband always maintained that he didn't know it was there. Looking back on it now I believe him, because I know he never lied to me, At the time though I was livid, I thought he had lured me there so he could get me undressed and have his wicked way with me. The more he protested his innocence the more I wanted to teach him a lesson, so when he said we should leave I told him we were going to stay. I sat down right there in the middle of the nudist beach and started unpacking the picnic. Needless to say he was suitably shocked and, as he admitted later, hopeful of getting me out of my things.”
“When after about ten minutes I had made no move in that direction he started to protest again, saying that it wasn't fair us staying if we weren't going to join in. I told him I had no intention of moving and pointed to a couple that were coming up from the water's edge towards us. The woman was wearing a very conservative one piece swim-suit, whilst the man was completely naked. I could see his penis dangling between his legs, actually it was the first time I'd seen one in the flesh as it were.”
“Yes Camilla your whore of a mother was very old-fashioned” Lollia paused for a moment.
“'You're right it's not fair, I think we should follow their example. Go on you obviously want to' I whispered to your father after they had walked passed us. It took him few minutes and it was obvious that he didn't want to, but he did and we spent a pleasant afternoon summer afternoon on Brighton nudist beach. Me in my best summer frock and my husband to be in the nude.”
“I saw plenty of naked men that day and a few naked women and at first it was mind blowing. A young innocent girl of sixteen surrounded by all that naked flesh, all those penises, all shapes and sizes, you would might have expected me to get turned on. To start imagining what each one might feel like taking my virginity and I suppose I did think that way for the first few minutes. Then it dawned on me they were just men and men have male sexual organs and some are big and some are small and I really didn't need one inside me just to know what it felt like.”
“That was the only time I visited a nudist beach, it was the only time I saw my husband's penis until the night of our wedding four years later, when he also saw me naked for the first time. Now here I am naked in front of my daughter's classmates.”
“On reflection I've come to realise that at the start of that day trip to Brighton I had been desperate to lose my virginity. All my friend's were talking about their boyfriends and the great or not so great sex they were having and I want it too. When I complained that my boyfriend had only got me down to the nudist beach to have his wicked way with me. Well 'Me thinks the lady doth protest to much'. Yes, honestly I was protesting too much, precisely because I wanted it so much. I didn't get it that day though, I didn't get it for four years, because that day I realised there was more to life than sex. I hope that my week in the Programme will encourage some of you to feel the same way” Lollia finished eloquently.
“Thank you Lollia, that was very well put” the Headmistress said warmly. “You see children the rationale behind the Naked in School Programme is very simple. By encouraging children and particularly girls to accept their bodies become more comfortable with nudity, we hope to change the way they approach their burgeoning sexuality.”
“It is well know that in those societies where nudity is more socially acceptable people tend to start engaging in intercourse much later, have fewer partners and more stable long-term relationships. Paradoxically in societies where nudity is frowned upon, children often start having sex as soon as they physically can and relationships tend to be short-term and founded wholly on immediate gratification.”
“Camilla, your mother has already told you the statistical likely-hood of you being sexually active. I don't know if you are and neither does she, but I can say that if you had grown up in a family that practised nudism, you would be a virgin today and you would still be a virgin when you left this school.”
“I'm not going to become a nudist, not for my mum or you or anybody” the girl retorted violently.
“Well I can't make you become a nudist, but for this week your mother has agreed that you will attend school in the nude. So I'd like you to come out to the front of the class and take off your clothes. Now please” the Headmistress demanded.
“No, I won't do it. I just won't” Camilla insisted.
“Very well, Miss Greene will you fetch a couple of boys from the upper-sixth class next door please. Lollia will you turn around and place your hands behind your back please” the Headmistress asked quietly.
The naked woman said nothing as the handcuffs bound her wrists.
“Now will you bend over Miss Greene's desk face down, you may shut your eyes if you wish” the Headmistress told her.
“What are you going to do” Camilla asked.
“I'm not going to do anything, but unless you get up here and take off your clothes very soon, one of the upper-sixth boys will hold down your mother whilst another rapes her.”
“What you can't do that. Mum you can't” Camilla screams hysterically.
“Well legally it won't be rape as your mother has agreed to it, but one of the boys will have penetrative sex with her. The body which until now she has kept only for your father will soon be used by an eighteen year old boy that she has never met. That was the deal, your mother is sacrificing her body for you. Miss Greene has already explained to you that girls taking part in the Programme can't be touched against their will, but their mother's certainly can be. You only have to strip, your mother can be violated by two total strangers. Your choice.”
“No, No, No” Camilla kept repeating as she stared at her naked mother bent obscenely over her teacher's desk.
The rest of the class were also watching in stunned disbelief. When their teacher had explained the Programme, none of them had believed it, although the boys certainly wanted to. When a naked woman had walked into the room, the boys started to believe it and thank their lucky starts for it, whilst the girls shock swiftly gave way to relief that it was Camilla's mother and not their own. When the Headmistress had explained what was about happen disbelief had returned in a big way. The girls were horrified and even for the boys this was too much to handle. Most had watched pornographic videos of one kind or another and some had fantasised about rape or forced sex, but to actually witness it in school was way beyond the limit.
Three minutes elapsed before Miss Greene returned with two upper-sixth boys.
“Ah welcome boys, she's all ready for you. You can take her from behind, no need to be gentle, this has nothing to do with love, it's just raw hard sex. Make sure you use the right hole though I'd like to keep that tight little sphincter for tomorrow” the Headmistress told them calmly.
As one of the boys moved to hold down her mother and the other started to unzip his trousers Camilla looked pleadingly at the Headmistress.
“Last chance, young lady, what's it to be” the Headmistress asked her.
“Allright I'll do it” the girl replied weakly.
“Hold on a moment boys” the Headmistress stopped them just as the second boy was moving into position behind the naked woman before turning to her daughter “Stand in front of the class please Camilla.”
The fifteen year old slowly stood up, moved to face her classmates and began to undress. She went very slowly and kept glancing over to where her naked mother was pinned down, but in a few moments she too was naked.
“Thank you Camilla that wasn't too difficult was it” the Headmistress said sweetly before turning to the boys. “I'm sorry chaps but I'm afraid your services are not going to be needed. I know it must be difficult for you to be stood down, as it were, at this late stage, if you wish you can pop along to Nurse Fraser in the medical room. I'm sure she will be happy to help you with your predicament.”
The two boys looked at each other quizzically before leaving the room, without saying a word.
“You can get up now and join your daughter, Lollia” the Headmistress said as she removed the handcuffs from her wrists.
When both mother and daughter were standing together in front of the class the Headmistress handed the cuffs to the former.
“I'm giving your mother these, but I'm going to keep the key in my office. If at any time today, any member of staff or even your mother sees you attempting to cover your body or hide your nudity in any way, they will ask you to put your hands behind your back so they can put these on. You will then be remain cuffed and exposed for the rest of the day. If you refuse to comply the cuffs will be put on your mother's wrists and at the end of the day she will return to this room to be raped. Do you understand?”
“Yes Miss” Camilla said quietly. “How could you let them do this mum” she added tearfully.
“A mother will do anything for her child. I don't want you turning into just another teenage slut and if I have to sacrifice my own body to make you see sense I will. I've no regrets about what I'm doing, because I want to make sure that in five years time you've no regrets either” Lollia said calmly.