Karen Naked In School
by Karen Wagner

THURSDAY

Preceding story: In Karen naked in school -- Monday and Tuesday, I'm surprised to find I'm required to attend high school in the nude for a whole week, and I do so very reluctantly.

In Karen naked in school -- Wednesday, part 1 I tell about how I had to pose for Harold, a geeky photographer, before school. My history teacher explains some of the changes in recent history which led to my unusual week in school. In part 2, I pose again after school for Harold, then later experiment with public exhibitionism.

In the morning, I got up and started to get out of bed. I remembered I was bare and started to wrap a blanket around myself, then laughed and stood up and stretched. I went right downstairs and into the kitchen.

My mother was there. She smiled when she saw me. "Keeping right at it?" she asked me. "That's great, Karen!"

I nodded. "I don't get to wear anything until I've had breakfast and my shower," I told her.

I went to the bathroom and did my necessary things, then stepped out again. "Are you making breakfast?" I asked my mother.

"Sure, I thought I'd make pancakes if you'd like some," she nodded.

"Great. Thanks, that sounds great! I guess I'll go take my shower, then." I turned to go back into the bathroom. Just as I started to close the bathroom door, the doorbell rang. I waited, thinking she'd get it, but then it rang again.

I stepped back out of the bathroom and took a deep, nervous breath. Here was another chance to show how courageous I was. I went to the front door, put a smile on my face, and opened the door wide.

It was one of Jimmy's friends from last night. "Hi," he said, looking me over eagerly.

"Hi, uh..." I couldn't remember his name.

"Roger." He smiled a little nervously. "I just wanted to stop by and say 'Hi', Karen," he said.

"Would you like to come in?" I asked him. "You can join us for breakfast if you like!" I said as warmly and politely as I could manage.

"Sure, if it's all right!" He beamed.

"I'm about to go take a shower," I explained. "I'll be having breakfast before I get dressed, though," I told him, smiling a little.

"Can I watch you in the shower?" he asked eagerly.

I blushed. "Um... okay," I said reluctantly, but then giggled. 20 guys had been watching me shower after gym all week! "Come on, then," I said.

I had to leave the shower curtain open. I aimed the shower head so it wouldn't spray water all over the bathroom, then stepped in and faced him. I took a long shower in front of him, lathering myself in soap several times and then rinsing it off, then turned off the water and stepped out. He watched me towel off and dry my hair as well.

"Ready for breakfast now?" I asked him.

"Um... actually... I had better get going," he said, glancing at his watch. "But it sure was fun watching you take your shower!" He hurried out the door, and I sighed, a little relieved to have at least a little privacy.

Jimmy came in for breakfast.

"Your friend Roger was here earlier," I told him. "He watched me in the shower."

"He did?" Jimmy looked surprised, then shrugged.

"Was he a gentleman?" Mom asked.

"He was nice," I told her.

"Good," Jimmy said. "Then I don't have to break his arms." We all laughed.

I had to take off my clothes at school; I couldn't get out of that. Feeling very bold about it, I decided I'd do the best I could to be as adventurous, friendly and cheerful as I could.

After breakfast, I got dressed and walked to school, arriving early as I had the day before. I noticed it was a little cool that morning, in the mid-60s. But it was going to be a nice day.

There were a few students at the front door, and I could see others who would be arriving soon. I'd intended to just cheerfully, boldly strip, but I felt nervous as I looked at the people who were already there. A half dozen guys were eagerly, expectantly looking at me, and grinning. I blushed and took a couple of deep breaths, reminding myself of my intentions. I decided to jump right into a bold start.

"W-would any of you like to help me?" I asked timidly.

"Excuse me, did you say something?"

I blushed harder. They hadn't heard me! I realized I had an easy out. Then I took another quick breath. I didn't want to do it that way.

I spoke out more clearly and loudly. "Would you boys like to help me take off my clothes?"

They heard me clearly that time! They jostled one another and moved toward me. I stood still in front of them, and they waited.

"Go ahead," I invited them, forcing myself to smile. It was about a quarter to eight. Classes started at 8:05. "I'll let you do whatever you want until it's time to go to class."

A couple of them came over right away, and one of them experimentally rubbed his knuckles against my shirt. I blushed but forced another smile.

Someone behind me tugged my pants down to my ankles, then did the same with my underpants. I felt hands on my bare buttocks.

The guy who had brushed my chest grinned; he unbuttoned my shirt, then opened my bra. He studied my face as he began feeling my chest. I was blushing pretty hard. I didn't try to move, but looked away from him.

"Look right at me," he told me.

I looked back at him. He smiled.

Then I gasped; one of the guys behind me slid his finger in my vagina! I started to turn, but the guy in front of me held my nipples, and pinched them. "Look at me!" he insisted. I did so; it hurt when he pinched me! He grinned. "Keep looking at me. I like to watch your expressions," he said.

"Here, let me slide my fingers in there for a minute," someone behind me said, and one finger slid out of my vagina, but another slid in. I gasped again, but kept my eyes nervously on the guy in front of me. Then I jumped; someone was pushing their finger up my behind!

"No! Stop that!" I protested, trying to turn around. The guy in front of me grabbed my nipples again and pinched them hard. "Are you going to remember to look at me?" he demanded.

"I'll try!" I said, gulping.

"I thought you said we could do what we wanted with you?" a guy in back of me said.

"You... can!" I said, gasping.

"Would you lean forward a little, please?" he asked cheerfully.

I did so slowly and reluctantly, but tried to keep my eyes on the guy in front of me. I smiled at him, and he chuckled. "You like this, don't you?"

Just then the bell rang. I felt immensely relieved as the guys behind me yanked their fingers out of my behind and my vagina. The guys behind me pulled my shirt off, and my bra. I smiled at them and bent over to untie my shoes. I got goosed while I did that, and I squealed and straightened nervously, then smiled again. I kicked my shoes off and stepped out of my pants and underpants. The guys grabbed at me for a final feel, then cooperated in picking me up. They took my socks off.

"Hey, I was going to wear those!" I protested, trying to be good-natured about it. "Let me down, please, so I can get my shoes back on, okay?"

They let me down, and I hurriedly got my socks and shoes back on. I didn't see my clothes; I assumed the guys had put them in the box. I hurried to algebra class and got to my seat just as the final bell rang.

It was still awfully embarrassing to be the only student in the class who was not wearing any clothes, but I was determined to enjoy it more than I had the first three days, and also to do more than just try to live through the day. When the algebra teacher, Mr. Dennison, asked for volunteers to solve problems on the board, I raised my hand and boldly went to the board to give it a try. When I finished and returned to my seat, the class cheered.

"We don't see that kind of reaction too often," Mr. Dennison remarked, and the class laughed.

After class, a boy stopped me in the hallway. "I saw the guys outside this morning who got to feel your body," he began. "I just wondered..."

I blushed, then made myself smile at him. I'd resolved to be as friendly as possible... "You want to do it some? Okay, go ahead!"

He looked surprised, but reached for my chest and fingered my nipples. "That feels good!" I said, as brightly and eagerly as I could. I giggled and put my hands behind my head, letting him stroke me for a minute or two. Other students moved past us, grinning and chuckling; a couple of them patted my fanny.

"I guess we'd better get to class," he said reluctantly. "Thanks, Karen!"

"You're welcome," I called after him, then hurried to history class. I was a couple of minutes late, so I stepped into the classroom quietly, intending to go to my seat in the back corner.

"What the hell is this!" Our regular teacher wasn't there. The substitute was a young man. He stepped right over to the door and grabbed me by the arm.

I blushed hard. "I'm sorry I'm late," I started.

"That's not what I mean. It's not all of what I mean, anyway." He glared at me.

"She's supposed to be naked," one of the boys contributed.

"What? Why? In school?" the teacher demanded.

"It wasn't my idea," I told him. "Please let go of my arm."

He hesitated a minute, then let go.

The whole class was chiming in now, until he blared out a commanding, "QUIET!" The class stopped talking immediately, and he turned to me. "Now please explain this, briefly but clearly."

"I was met at the door of the school by the principal on Monday," I explained, "and ordered to take off my clothes. I was informed I'd have to attend school in the nude this whole week. I was given a brochure after I complied, explaining that it's part of a new state law, and a local school policy. There are several other girls who have had to do the same thing; you will probably see them around school today."

"I... see." He looked at me and thought for a minute. "I guess you can take your seat, in that case. I apologize if I embarrassed you."

"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you," I said back, sincerely, then went to sit down.

Then it turned out, him being a substitute, he didn't have much to teach for the day. We wound up putting our chairs in a circle for informal discussion. That was supposed to be about history, but all the guys in the class were clearly eying me, and the substitute was, too. After several attempts to divert everyone's attention back to history, he shrugged and looked sheepish.

"It's clear that everyone has more questions about you than about history, Karen. Let me start." He smiled. "How does it feel to be met at the door of the school and told you have to attend in the nude?"

I blushed. "It was quite a surprise," I explained. "I had no idea the school could have such a requirement."

"How about when you had to take off your clothes?"

"I had to do that in the principal's office," I told him. "There were several teachers standing around, and a crowd looking in the window. They gave me just two minutes to strip bare! Then they let me have my shoes and socks back, and sent me to my classes."

"How have the other students been?" he asked me.

"They've been nice for the most part," I said, looking around at the rest of the class. "I guess it's very much a thrill for the guys." Several of them chuckled and nodded in agreement, and I blushed a little more. "I think most of the girls are glad it's not them, and a few find it distracting, annoying or even boring." The girls all giggled.

"I wonder how they'll handle it if they have to go through it themselves," the substitute mused, smiling.

"I'd love to find out!" one of the boys contributed, and the rest of the guys laughed. So did some of the girls.

"Are there any things you've experienced that would be unexpected by the rest of us?" the substitute asked me after the laughter died down.

"I'm not sure. Well... when you sit down on a chair, it can be cold."

Some of the boys were raising their hands. The sub called on one of them.

"What was the hardest garment to take off?" he asked.

"My bra," I told him. "I took off my shirt first, but it really hit me, what I was doing, when I had to take off my bra."

"Is it still hard to undress at the school?" he asked.

I nodded. "Not as hard as it was the first time, but it's still awfully hard!"

"What private part of yourself do you like to show off the least and the best?" another guy asked me. "Your tits, your ass or your pussy?"

I blushed. "I guess... my behind is the easiest. The other two are both extremely difficult to expose."

"Which is your best feature?" one of the girls asked, giggling.

"I think... guys seem to like looking at my chest the most," I said uneasily.

Finally the class period was done. I was relieved to not be answering those personal questions any longer, but I had to go out into the hall and face the entire school. I blushed at first, then took a breath and remembered to smile at the guys. I had a brief, naughty thought to jiggle at them, and tried to quickly put it out of my mind as being too embarrassing. Then I remembered the goal I'd set for myself for the day.

I took a breath, then started jiggling my chest a little, looking into the eyes of some of the guys and smiling. I started moving my feet a little and jiggling my fanny as well. One guy started humming a fast paced dancing song, and then several others joined in; I danced to their music for a few minutes, smiling warmly and invitingly to the guys who were grinning at me.

"I have to get to class!" I said after a few minutes, and waved, then hurried down the hallway toward the gym.

Thr principal stopped me in the hallway. "Miss Wagner?" he said.

"Yes, Mr. Harrison?" I stopped and faced him, then smiled a little and set my feet apart. "I'm just heading to gym class, but I guess there's no hurry; it doesn't take me long to get ready for it!" I giggled a little.

He chuckled. "You seem to be getting more comfortable with your situation," he noted.

"Oh. Sure." I looked down at myself and nodded. "It's really kind of fun in a way to attend school with no clothes," I admitted to him brightly, trying to be as cheerful as possible. "It's completely different from anything I'd ever have done, or even thought of. It's been embarrassing, but it's also exciting!"

"Good!" He looked me over slowly, and I posed in front of him. "How are the other students treating you?"

"Pretty nicely," I told him. "I let some of them help me undress this morning," I said. "I occasionally get patted or grabbed at in the hallway."

"You don't have to let anyone do that to you," he told me, looking a little concerned.

I blushed a little. "Oh... it's all right. It adds some more excitement to the day."

"Well, I just wanted to find out how you're doing." He smiled at me. "You can go on to your class now."

"I had one question..." I blushed again. "You mentioned a spanking on Monday..."

"Oh, I was just teasing you, Miss Wagner," he said a little hastily. "You haven't done anything to merit that."

"That's good." I looked down, then timidly looked back up. "Actually, I was thinking... a nice firm spanking on my bare buttocks would be kind of... kind of nice," I admitted, blushing hard.

He chuckled. "You'd better get to class."

I hurried into the boy's locker room. No one else was in there, so I ran out to the gym.

"There you are." Mr. Roquette had just finished taking attendance.

"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I was talking to the principal in the hallway."

"All right, but please make an effort to be on time in the future." He nodded, and I joined the rest of the class.

"Were you giving him a blow job?" a girl whispered, giggling.

"No!" I blushed.

"Are you going to?" a guy asked.

"No!" I protested.

"Will you give me one?" "How about me?" "I'd like one!" "Me, too!" "Have you ever given anyone a blow job?" "Did you like it?"

"If I can have your attention!" Mr. Roquette snapped, and I was relieved that the barrage of questions stopped.

"It's rainy outside, so we're going to do some inside work today," he said. He split us into three groups, with 5 guys and 5 girls in each.

My group started out playing volleyball. The entire group grinned at me as I put my kneepads on. "Now you're really dressed for giving blow jobs!" Mike said.

I was normally a pretty good volleyball player, but found it's a different game in the nude. The guys were playing as much to get me down on my knees as to win points.

Pretty soon, the guys on my team were playing along and had me sliding all over the floor on my knees after volleyballs.

"You're using good form," Mr. Roquette told me after watching us play for a minute or two. "You get good stability from having your knees wide apart, and you're angling yourself toward the net pretty well, too. Good job!"

"We're keeping a close eye on her form," one of the guys said, grinning.

"And what have you learned?" Mr. Roquette asked.

"She has nice tits," the guy said promptly.

Mr. Roquette smiled briefly, then blew his whistle. "Time to rotate," he called out. My group played basketball next. I got patted on the fanny a couple of times in lieu of guarding me from dribbling. I'm not a good basketball player anyway, so didn't need much guarding. Also, I was following Mr. Roquette's instructions and stretching my arms as high as I could to block a guy from shooting. He stopped dribbling and just looked at me for a minute, then grinned. "Great chest, Blondie!" he said as he passed the ball. I blushed, but nevertheless had to do the same thing the next time he had the ball.

The 3rd inside activity was badminton. We had just changed to the 3rd activity when Mr. Roquette noticed it was close to the end of the class period. "Sorry, everyone, but we have to go hit the showers," he announced.

I went into the guy's locker room once again, left my shoes and socks, and headed to the showers.

"Are you going to think about being felt up again today?" one of the guys asked me, as a group of them entered the shower.

I blushed.

"Move your feet wide apart, Karen!" another guy suggested.

I did so nervously, and desperately tried to think about something else, but my mind kept returning to that thought. I blushed even harder, imagining the guys fingering me between the legs while I posed in front of them.

"Are you getting horny?" a boy asked. "Tell the truth, now!"

I nodded nervously, and they all grinned and laughed.

"Put your hands up over your head," another guy said, and I did so.

"Anyone could see you're horny, the way you're blushing and your nipples are erect." He chuckled, and I looked down. My nipples were pushing right out. I couldn't help it!

"What made you get so aroused?" another guy asked.

"I don't know," I said timidly.

"Yes, you do," he insisted.

"I, uh, I was..." I took a deep breath. "Someone suggested I think about being felt by all you guys while taking a shower with you," I admitted. "I started thinking about that."

"Want us to help you shower?" a guy with a big, hard erection asked.

I blushed again, then took another deep breath. "I'd love it if you did!" I said daringly, and they didn't wait for any confirmation. They surrounded me, applying soap, rubbing their hands over every part of my body, and rubbing their stiff cocks against my buttocks.

Suddenly the water turned really cold. I yelped, but the guys were moaning. Mr. Roquette was standing by the control for the water. "Everyone under the water, right now," he called out commandingly. "You guys need a little cooling off. Not you, Karen."

I stepped back, but each of the boys was required to stand in the cold shower for a couple of minutes.

"There, that should do it," he said.

I giggled; their cocks were harder than ever, and purple. Mr. Roquette shut off the water, but didn't dismiss the boys; they stood shivering in the shower room.

"Now, what was going on?" he demanded. "Don't you think it's difficult enough for her to have to attend school naked, without being molested in the locker room?"

"She was... doing it... willingly," one of the boys protested, shivering. "She said she was horny!"

"Is that true?" he asked me.

I blushed and nodded.

"How was I supposed to know that?" He glared at me, then at the boys. "Well, go get dressed. You have to get to your next classes!"

"Can you turn the water on again so I can finish my shower?" I asked Mr. Roquette. I was still covered with soap.

He turned the water on, then watched me finish my shower. A couple of the guys were still watching, too. "Well, go get dressed!" he told them. You have to get to your next classes!"

I toweled off in the locker room, then put my shoes and socks back on and without further incident, I went to my biology class.

There was a long table at one side of the classroom, with a variety of plastic, rubber and leather objects on it. Several students were looking it over and nudging one another amusedly. I didn't take a closer look; I took off my shoes and socks and left them in the corner, and sat uncomfortably on the stool in front of the class.

Miss Hooker came in as the bell rang, and carefully closed the door. She turned and faced the class, seeming a little nervous. "I promised you all an interesting class today," she began.

"Is it that you're not wearing a bra, Miss Hooker?" a boy called out, and the class tittered.

"Nice observation," she retorted, blushing a little but smiling. "No, today and tomorrow we'll be talking about further practical aspects of sex, continuing our discussion from the rest of this week. You all may have noticed the paraphernalia on the display table. It's a collection I've brought in to familiarize you with some of the variations people enjoy in their sexual behavior." She stepped over to the table. "We have handcuffs, whips, dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps, cock rings, collars, harnesses, and condoms." She held up each item as she mentioned it.

She stepped to the middle of the room and blushed. "Now comes the interesting part," she said. She started taking her shirt off, and continued until she was as bare as I was! "I'll be teaching this class in the nude," she explained awkwardly.

The boys all stood and cheered. Miss Hooker stood facing them for a couple of minutes.

"All right, that will do," she said. "Let's move on." The guys sat down, and she stepped over to the table.

"Obviously most of the objects on this table are meant to be used by men, and placed on women," she said. "Some of them can be used by or on either gender, but most commonly in American sexual relations, men do the dominating and women are sexually submissive. There's always a lot of variation, so you should keep that in mind as well.

"Today we're going to demonstrate these devices for you. Tomorrow we'll do some practical exercises. Karen, come over here, please."

I gulped and blushed. "Y-yes, Miss Wagner," I said meekly.

She smiled at me. "Face the class." She also faced the class. "Many of our devices are meant for restraint, placing the user of the device in control of the situation. This is often a thrill for both the guy and the girl." The class tittered.

She picked up a collar. "This is a basic collar," she said. "It's not too useful by itself, except for a somewhat demeaning appearance." She slipped it around my neck and adjusted it so it was firmly against my throat. "However, note it has a couple of rings on it, to which things can be attached. Also, it is nearly impossible for the wearer to remove it himself or herself. Go ahead and try, please, Karen."

I did, and she was right.

"Try hard," she urged me, smiling. "You could be wearing it until the end of the day."

I blushed hard and continued to try to get it off, but was not able to do so.

"That's all right. We won't really leave it on you after class," she told me. "As a matter of fact, we'll take it off now." She did. "There are other collars as well," she said. "The choke chain, which leaves visible marks if tightened too much." She held one up but didn't put it on me. "The spiked collar." She didn't put that on me, either. "Also, there are harnesses, which are more extensive than just a collar." She showed the class a few of them.

"Then there's the lace-up collar." It was a leather collar with leather laces to hold it together, and rings set in it like the first collar she'd put on me. She slipped it over my head. "It can be left loose," she demonstrated, sliding her fingers under it, "or tightened if desired." She tugged on the laces, and tightened it around my throat. "It can be tightened to be snug, or even tighter if you like." She tugged it tighter, making it a little difficult to breathe. I couldn't swallow, either. "This one is totally impossible for the wearer to remove," she said calmly.

I was gasping, and felt panicky. "Please..." I begged.

"You'll be all right for a minute," Miss Hooker told me. "She'd do about anything at this point, though," she pointed out to the class. "After all, one can always tighten it even more."

I shook my head anxiously.

"You'll want to be really cooperative, then," she told me, smiling. "Right?"

I nodded hastily.

"If she wasn't, it's always possible to change her mind by tightening the collar a little. Guys, if your girlfriend doesn't want your cock in her mouth, or doesn't want to swallow, well... she will!" She grinned. "Girls, it's a thrill to both the guy and the girl, too, to turn over control to him."

She loosened the collar a little, and I took several deep breaths. She continued talking.

"There are several accessories for collars," she told the class. "Let's take a look at some of those." She picked up a leash. "This is simply a leash. You attach it to the collar, and use it the same as you would for a dog." She attached it to my collar, and then led me around the front of the room. "Nothing amazing there, huh?" She unhooked it and picked up a pair of handcuffs. "You can always handcuff someone's hands in front or behind them," she told the class. "But in conjunction with a collar, you can keep someone's hands within a few inches of their neck. Hold out your hands, Karen." I reluctantly did so, and she put my hands in the handcuffs, then hooked them to my collar. "This gives full access to the person's entire body, and can be useful for applying punishment, for making sure you can touch the person as you want to, or just confining the person. It's hard to open doors like that, for example." She smiled and unlocked the handcuffs.

"There are other such accessories. We're not going to demonstrate all of them." She held up some things. "This is a leg iron; you can use it along with a collar to force the wearer to not stand straight up. It clamps around the wearer's legs, then can be attached with this chain to the collar. This, handcuffs and a collar can be used all together or in any combination."

A boy raised his hand. "Couldn't you use multiples of any of those, as well, to connect two people together?"

"Very good," she nodded. "Yes, you could." She smiled. "There are other things as well, of course. I'll go over them briefly. There are hooks and rings, used to attach the wearer of a collar or handcuffs to a wall or other object, straps which can be used instead of a collar or handcuffs to restrain someone in place, or in a particular position." She held up several different examples of these items.

"Here's a different kind of accessory for a collar," she went on. "The ones I've shown you so far have been just restraints, but other items are possible. Karen, put your hands behind your back, please."

I did, and she placed handcuffs on my wrists. "Those will just help our demonstration a little," she explained to me. "Some types of restraints are a punishment themselves. For example..." She picked up a pair of alligator clips on a wire. She ran one end through a loop on my collar, then put a clip on one of my nipples.

"Ow!" I cried out in protest.

She smiled at me. The class chuckled. "Stay still, please," she said, and tugged on the wire, putting the other clip on my other nipple.

Both of my breasts were held up by the nipples. It really hurt. "Take it off!" I pleaded desperately.

She smiled at me, then looked at the class. "There's nothing at all she can do to get those clips off, except convince someone to help her." She removed them, and I gasped; it hurt again when she opened the clips. "Of course, you don't really need a collar to use that; you can run a light chain behind the neck and have clips attached to that. There's a lot of flexibility in how you use sex toys." She removed my handcuffs while she talked, then also removed the collar.

"Bondage is a part of the Discipline variant of sex," she continued. "Another component of Discipline is Sadism and Masochism, also known as S&M. Generally speaking, Discipline is taking and enforcing control of another person for the purpose of sex. Bondage is limiting their movement. S&M is inflicting pain and accepting the inflicting of pain for sexual purposes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She picked up a tube of K-Y jelly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She nodded.

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

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

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

"Once per week," she offered anxiously.

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

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

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

"Okay, okay!" she agreed desperately.

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

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

"Are you all right?" Rick asked me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They both grinned broadly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I did as he told me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey! Karen!" It was Mike.

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

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

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

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

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

"Wow, what did you do?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Can I join you?" he asked me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Really?" He grinned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thanks to you!" I smiled back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THURSDAY EVENING

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was setting the table when my dad got home.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How was your day at school?" he asked me.

"Um... okay," I said. "I let some boys take my clothes off me in the morning," I admitted to him.

"Did you like that?" he asked, and grinned as I shrugged.

"It was okay," I told him. "I also got groped by a lot of guys today. I was trying to be a lot more open to it." I blushed.

"Good!" he said encouragingly.

"I got spanked by the principal, too," I explained.

"What did you do to deserve that?" he asked me, frowning.

"Um... he told me not to discuss the details," I said, blushing again. "But I got punished for being impertinent."

"Were you impertinent?" he asked.

"I... guess so," I nodded slowly.

"You know your mother and I stand behind the authority of the school," he said, looking at me. "We decided long ago that we should match whatever punishment you receive while at school, doubled. How many swats did the principal give you?"

"Five... with a wooden paddle, on my bare behind" I admitted nervously. "But..."

"Don't you think that is merited?" he asked. "It's a little hard for me to know if you don't tell me why he did it. If he punished you unfairly, of course, I will back you up, Karen."

I couldn't tell him that it wasn't really a punishment. I took a deep breath, blushing hard. "No... it wasn't unfair," I said. "Do you want to do it... now?"

"We could come up with an alternative if you prefer," he suggested.

I nodded eagerly. "Okay!" I said. "I'll do that!" Anything else sounded better to me right then.

"Fine." He nodded back and smiled cheerfully. "I'll park my car out in the front yard. If you do a really good job washing it, we'll let the spanking slide."

"Um... I... resolved... not to wear anything until after dinner," I explained uncomfortably.

"Good idea, that will keep your clothes from getting wet." He winked.

I stared for a moment. He really did mean for me to go outside and wash his car, bare naked, in front of the whole neighborhood!

And I had agreed to do it.

I nodded resignedly and went to get a bucket of warm soapy water. I took it outside, then ran a hose around to the front yard. Daddy parked his car close to the street, and I went out to start working on it.

I started out by running water from the hose over the car, and rinsing away as much dirt as I could. I looked around uncomfortably. I was going to be out there for a while; when Daddy said a good job, he meant a really good job. I reminded myself to be cheerful and not to conceal myself from anyone who saw me. Not that it would matter much; there wasn't much to hide behind anyway. I walked around the car so I was between it and the road, and continued spraying the car.

I was very exposed there. Also, it was a busy time of the day for traffic. Cars kept going by. Many of them tooted at me as they passed, and I tried to smile and wave boldly at each of them. By the time I finished spraying, and started scrubbing the car, a dozen or so guys had brought lawn chairs, or had come back and were standing around watching me wash the car. A couple of them had cameras or video recorders.

"Can you spray water over your front?" one guy asked me.

"Sure!" I took the hose and sprayed myself. The water was cold, and I shivered, but drenched myself, then posed open-legged in front of them for a few minutes before returning to washing the car.

"Bend over more!" a man hollered, and I did so, leaning over with my legs straight, washing the bottom of the car.

"How was that?" I asked, blushing but smiling.

"Wonderful! This is fun!" he grinned.

"Thanks!" I turned back around and kept scrubbing the bottom of the car the same way until I'd done the whole side.

"Can you do it a different way?" a boy asked me.

"Hi, Karen," my mom called out. Jimmy was standing next to her and laughing.

"Hi, Mom," I waved. "I started dinner, but then Daddy sent me out here to wash his car."

"I... see," she observed, a little uncomfortably. "I guess I'll go check on dinner." Jimmy ran inside ahead of her. She walked toward the house.

"Can you do the front of the car while kneeling and bending backward?" the boy asked me hopefully.

"Uh... I can try." I faced away from the car and knelt on the grass, then bent backward and scrubbed the underside in front. "How's that?" I called out.

"Super!" he said enthusiastically.

It was very difficult, but I finished doing the front underside that way, then rolled over and stood up. The wet grass was sticking to my front.

"Time to spray yourself some more," a man with a videocamera told me.

"Would anyone like to spray me?" I offered.

A 20-ish man grinned and took the hose. I put my hands behind my head and boldly posed in front of him, letting him spray me all over. The water was getting colder. My teeth were chattering, but I stayed in position for a couple of minutes.

"That looks great!" "Look at her nipple erection!" "Love those goosebumps." "I can warm her up." I heard a lot of comments from the growing crowd of guys.

"That's enough for now!" I protested, dancing away from the cold spray. "But... if you want... you guys can... use the hose... on me a little... as I keep... washing the car." I was pretty chilly. Also, I wanted to finish the job and get away from the crowd!

I moved to the side of the car away from the road, and the crowd shifted over to continue watching me. I scrubbed the bottom edge of the car thoroughly, taking a short break when my arms got too tired. Whenever I'd stop, I'd turn and face the crowd on my knees, and each time someone picked up the hose and sprayed me again.

I went to the back of the car, and washed the underside of it as I'd done the front; kneeling and leaning over backward.

After I finished that, I started washing the rest of the car, slowly and methodically moving around it and trying to get every bit of it as clean as possible. The guys kept spraying me occasionally as I worked my way around, keeping me shivering and covered with goosebumps.

"I'll be back in a minute," I told them, and raced to the house. I turned off the water, then brought out a few towels. First I dried myself, declining the offers from many of the guys to help towel me off, then, feeling much warmer, I carefully, thoroughly dried off the car.

"Karen! Dinner is in 5 minutes," Jimmy called out from the front door.

"That's it for now, guys," I told the crowd, smiling. "I'll be back after I eat to wax it, though."

"Naked?" a younger guy asked me.

"Naked," I confirmed, blushing.

"Did you have a nice time?" Daddy asked me, grinning.

"Uh... sure," I said, but blushed as I did so.

Dinner came out really good.

"You should cook in the nude all the time," Jimmy told me.

"Thanks." I smiled at him. "I'm not sure if I want to do that, but it's nice of you to say!"

When we finished eating, I left the dishes to Jimmy, and went back outside to wax Daddy's car. I felt apprehensive; I was still completely bare. There were only a few guys hanging around and waiting, though.

"Hi, guys," I said, smiling at them. I got right to work and waxed and buffed the car in about a half hour. Finally... I was done! I waved goodbye to the guys who were still there, then hurriedly went inside the house.

"Let's go take a look at it," Daddy said.

"All right," I nodded, and went out with him to inspect it. He looked it over carefully while I stood anxiously watching, but finally he decided it was all right. I dashed back inside.

I headed for the bathroom and took a shower. I decided I'd been naked long enough, and went up to my room and got dressed. It felt kind of odd to have clothes on, and I laughed at myself and went downstairs.

Mike called at 7:30, and asked if I'd like to join him at the ice cream shop.

"Sure," I agreed.

"Come as you are, okay?" he said, chuckling.

"Okay, but only because you didn't call a half hour ago," I giggled. "I was in the shower."

"Darn," he groaned. "I knew I should have dropped by on my way home from football practice."

"I'll meet you at the ice cream parlor," I said, and hung up.

He was there before me, sitting at a picnic table.

"How have you been doing?" he asked me pleasantly when I sat down.

"Oh, I'm fine," I shrugged.

"Looking forward to the end of the day tomorrow?"

I nodded. "I sure am!" I blushed a little. "But I've been doing... things... outside of school," I admitted. I told him about walking around the park the previous evening, and about my dare with the house keys after school earlier that day. I also told him about washing the car in the nude.

He grinned. "Not bad at all for a shy girl!" he said, looking impressed. "Let's go get some ice cream, okay?"

I nodded, and we went to the counter. We had to wait in line; it was a busy night. While we waited, Mike pointed to a new sign.

Girls! Half price if you're half dressed! 50% off ice cream for topless ladies!

For every 3 topless girls served, a waitress will have to take off one item of clothing!

He winked at me, and I blushed. I saw that one of the girls working at the counter was not wearing a shirt or pants, and looked pretty nervous.

"Isn't she a cheerleader?" Mike asked me.

I nodded. "Jennifer. She was laughing pretty hard on Monday when I had to take off my clothes in school," I remembered out loud.

"What are you waiting for?" he asked cheerfully.

I looked around. I thought at first that none of the other girls were participating, but then I saw two younger girls, 13 or 14 year olds, look at each other and giggle, and pull off their shirts and bras.

I blushed but shrugged and pulled my sweatshirt over my head, and took off my bra, too. I saw Jennifer hanging her bra on a hook on the side of the ice cream counter; she was down to just her underpants and blushing furiously.

The two girls in front of us got ice cream cones and went to sit down, then it was our turn.

"Hi Jennifer," I said, smiling.

"Hi, Karen," she said. "What can I get for you?"

"I'd like a pecan sundae," I said.

"That sounds good to me, too," Mike nodded.

"All right," she nodded. "Also... you can take an item of clothing from one of us," she said, obviously very uncomfortable about it.

"Why don't we make that you?" Mike chuckled.

She blushed harder, but nodded and took off her underpants and was fully naked. She went to make our sundaes, then came back with them.

"Are you going to have to stay naked for the rest of your shift?" Mike asked her.

She nodded, humiliated. "Until 11:00 tonight," she said unhappily.

"Have a nice time!" I said, smiling brightly. Then I whispered, "You've got a nice body." I stepped away as she gave me a dirty look.

I had to sit and eat my ice cream while topless. It was embarrassing, but it was worth it. Jennifer was a lot more embarrassed than me.

"Ready to go?" Mike asked me.

I nodded and stood up, then giggled and put my bra and sweatshirt back on. I walked by the counter and grinned at Jennifer. "Have an exciting night," I told her. "Flaunt that body!"

"I'll see you in school tomorrow," she retorted, blushing.

Mike and I walked down some side streets, and I noticed we were walking by the side-street where I'd left my clothes the night before, when Jeff and Rick had come across me. I explained about my dare for myself, and admitted that I hadn't completed it, blushing.

"Obviously, you ought to do it now," he suggested.

I blushed and fidgeted.

"Show me where you left your clothes last night," he said, and we walked down the street. I pointed out the house. The pickup truck wasn't there, though.

"You can just leave them behind a bush," he suggested, grinning. "That one, maybe," he indicated, nodding toward the house.

I looked around uneasily.

"Are you going to do it?" he asked.

"All... right," I nodded jitteringly. "I'll... be right back." I started over toward a tree.

"Karen... you're going to run around naked anyway," he pointed out, laughing.

"Oh. That's true," I said after I thought about it for a moment. I giggled a little and stepped out into the middle of the street. I looked around, then smiled at him and took off all my clothes. I ran over to the house and stuffed them under the bushes.

"I have to go 6 blocks from here before I can turn around," I told Mike.

"How did you decide that?" he asked interestedly.

"The address of the house on the corner is "609"," I explained. "I added the digits together until I got a single digit number."

"But then you didn't finish. Shouldn't there be a penalty for that?" he smirked.

"Um... all right... 6 times 9 is 54. 5 plus 4 is 9. How about if I go 9 blocks from here before I can turn around?" I offered hesitantly.

He grinned. "Okay! No turning back tonight, though, right?"

I nodded, and we walked to the end of the street. We turned onto the sidewalk and continued along. I walked in the grass, which was a lot more comfortable on my bare feet.

"How does it feel to you now to be walking along a public street in the nude?" he asked me. "Is it more exciting, frightening, humiliating, or what?"

"It's pretty embarrassing," I told him. "Anyone at all might come by and see me out here like this! It's exciting, too, though," I admitted, then giggled. "You ought to try it!"

"I would be arrested if a police officer saw me," he pointed out. "You will not be."

That was true.

"I might try it sometime anyway," he said, winking.

A car came down the street. I blushed, wanting to dodge behind a tree, but I couldn't do that with Mike right there watching me. Instead I boldly stepped out toward the street and waved as it went by.

"You do that so well!" Mike remarked, grinning. "Is it fun for you?"

"Um... not exactly, no," I said, shivering.

"Then why did you do it?"

"I promised myself I wouldn't be bashful," I explained uncomfortably. "I've been going around school in the nude for four days now, and I'm going to have to do it again tomorrow, too. I'm trying to get used to it so it'll be easier when I'm in school."

"Is it working?"

"A little, I guess. It's pretty hard to keep standing right out in the open and letting people see me all bare naked," I confided.

He chuckled. "You look great doing it!" he told me enthusiastically.

We got to the corner. "I'll let you pick what direction we go, if you want," I told him. "I know people are going to see me, but... please... let's not go anywhere that's really crowded!"

"You don't want to go downtown or anything, huh?" He smiled. "All right."

We continued down the street in the same direction for another block. The next corner was a busier one; there were three cars waiting at the stop signs. I nervously stepped right out to the corner and waved and smiled at them all.

"Let's go this way," Mike suggested, and we turned and crossed the street going left. Then we crossed again going right, as a couple of other cars pulled up and stopped. I stepped out in view of them as well, blushing hard.

We continued along the same street we'd been walking on for another block, then turned left for a block. I stepped out by the street for each car that came by, doing my best to smile cheerfully for them.

We crossed the street to the right. Just as we got back to the sidewalk, I saw another car coming. I stepped out to the street, and saw it was a van. Then I blushed hard; it was the guy who'd tried taking pictures of me earlier. He pulled to the opposite side of the street, and I saw him picking up his camera.

I started to turn to dash behind a tree, but saw Mike looking at me curiously. I stopped, then, and took a deep breath. There was no valid reason for me to avoid the guy with the camera, I realized. And no way to do it anyway.

I turned back around, still blushing. The guy had his camera pointing at me and was grinning broadly. He'd already taken a few pictures of me from behind, I knew.

"You took a few pictures of me earlier, didn't you?" I called out to him.

"I sure did. You ran behind a bush, so I only got a couple of shots." He took several of me from in front as I stood facing him. "You seem more willing about it now than you were before," he remarked in a friendly tone.

I nodded. "I guess so," I agreed.

"You still seem pretty uncomfortable, though," he observed.

"I am. That's true!" I looked down at myself, then back up. "I'm not used to being... without my clothes."

"But you'll let me take pictures of you. That's nice. Will you pose for me?" he asked hopefully.

"All right," I consented. "For a little while, if that's all right with you, Mike," I said, turning around.

"Sure, I guess so," Mike nodded. "If he sends me copies of his best pictures, anyway," he added.

"Sure!" the man grinned readily. He got out of his van, then pulled a tripod out from the back of it.

He had me do poses for him for about a half-hour; walking along the street, kneeling in the grass, turning toward him and away from him and frmo both sides. Several cars came by; I stopped to wave and smile at them, and he took pictures of me doing that as well.

"That should be enough for now," he said. "Thanks for posing!"

"You're welcome," I told him. "If you see me walking around again, feel free to ask me to pose for you more."

"Thanks again!" He drove off.

Mike and I kept walking along. "Did you enjoy posing for that guy?" Mike asked me.

"I... owed it to him, I guess," I shrugged, blushing a little, and explained about ducking away from him on my earlier naked walk in the afternoon.

He looked amazed. "You've really been active about this, girl!" he said.

I giggled a little. "I guess so. But after doing it in school... that's really hard."

The street we were on was busier. I kept darting between the sidewalk and the street, showing myself off to the passing cars. "I might as well walk right on the street!" I said after about the 4th vehicle.

"All right," he nodded, and I blushed; I hadn't really meant to commit myself to doing that. But he was already stepping over toward the street. I did so, too, and walked along the edge of the curb for the rest of the block. Oh, well, it was a little easier that way to wave and smile at passing cars.

It was getting a little easier, I noticed, to face the cars going by and to be cheerful while doing so. It was still embarrassing, but not as terrifying.

"How much further have I got to go?" I asked Mike.

"Three more blocks," he said.

"Three! I thought it was one or two!" I protested.

"I think it's three. Let's count as we go back, and if you didn't go far enough, we'll do it all over again," he suggested.

"Uh... no... we'll go three more," I gave in hastily.

We crossed another street and continued walking.

"There's a park a little further along, how about if we go there before turning around?" he suggested.

"All right," I agreed.

When we got there, I thought we'd turn right around, but instead, Mike suggested we go play on the playground. I found out sliding doesn't work when you have a bare behind, and swinging was kind of chilly. Mike urged me to climb on the monkey bars and go across the hand over hand, and those worked all right.

"Can you please hang onto that bar?" he asked me.

I reached above my head and grabbed ahold of it with both hands. He stood in front of me and palmed my breasts. I blushed but hung on to the bar, letting him touch me however he wanted. He gently rubbed my nipples, making me gasp and shudder, but I didn't let go. He chuckled. "Do you like that?"

"Yes!" I said. I was very excited! He did it again, and I felt like wriggling like a puppy.

Then he slowly moved his hands down my body and fingered my crotch. I moaned and hung on to the bar.

"You've really got her hot." I opened my eyes, shocked. There were several teenagers standing on the sidewalk, watching. They jostled each other and grinned and giggled.

"Let go," Mike told me quietly. I did so slowly. I didn't want to stop, but we couldn't continue.

He squeezed my hand. "Let's go," he suggested.

"Going to get laid?" someone called out.

"He sure is," I said without thinking about it. Then I blushed as the small crowd cheered. We sprinted down the sidewalk, hanging onto each other's hands. I was relieved they didn't follow us.

"Come on, let's go in here," Mike suggested, and we darted up to a house. Mike didn't knock; we just went inside. A guy was sitting in an armchair, watching TV. He looked up, then looked again and grinned at me.

"Mind if we use your room?" Mike asked him.

"Go ahead. It's a little messy, though," the guy apologized.

"No problem," Mike said. "Thanks!"

The bed was unmade, and the room was untidy, but it didn't smell bad or anything. There was no door, though. The bed was a bunk bed.

I sat down on the bed, and Mike sat next to me. He put his arm around me and began stroking my breast. "What would you like to do now?" he asked me.

"Whatever you want," I told him. "Just tell me what to do."

He grinned. "All right! Kneel on the bed, and hang onto the upper bunk."

"All right." I smiled and positioned myself as he told me.

"Knees wide apart," he directed me, and I complied. He slid his hand against my crotch, and I blushed. He slid his fingers inside me, and I squirmed. "Still hot and wet," he said, looking satisfied. "Do you think you can stay still like that, while I play with your body? I can tie you up if you're not sure."

"Tie me?" I said nervously.

"Haven't you ever been tied up to a bed?" he said, winking.

"No!" I gulped.

"How about if we try it without that," he suggested. "But if you let go or move away from me, I'll tie you into position."

I nodded tensely. He slid his fingers lightly against my nipples until I gasped. It hadn't taken him long. I already felt as excited as I had on the playground. He chuckled and fingered my nipples some more, then slid his fingers into and out of my vagina several times. I was panting.

He stepped back.

"What are you doing? Please don't stop now!" I said.

He smiled, but didn't say anything. I moaned helplessly, then let go of the upper bunk and reached down to rub myself between the legs.

"No, Karen," he told me, and stepped forward, grabbing my wrists. He roughly pulled one hand back up to the upper bunk, and tied it into position. I gulped but didn't object. He tied my other hand up, too, then tied my knees apart onto the lower bunk. I tried to struggle free, but was unable to move more than a couple of inches.

He grinned. "Want me to untie you?"

I swallowed and tried to pull my arms free again. "No, that's okay," I told him, but felt very nervous. I was completely helpless.

He went back to fingering me; lightly rubbing my nipples, and sliding his fingers into my vagina. I was about ready to scream from the intense feeling. I thought he was going to finger me into having an orgasm, and was really looking forward to the intense release of pressure.

Then he stepped back again. I felt desperate. There was nothing at all I could do! "Please don't leave me like this!" I begged. I struggled again to free myself, but couldn't.

He didn't say anything, just watched me, smiling.

"Please!" I begged, quietly but urgently.

He left me waiting for a few minutes, then slowly slid his pants and underpants down. He had an enormous erection.

"Please, put it right into me!" I said eagerly. But he finished undressing, taking a long time to do it. I watched impatiently, very frustrated.

He smiled. "Are you ready for something different?" he asked me.

"I'm ready for anything!" I said.

He winked, then knelt down in front of me. I had no idea what he was doing. He moved his face against my crotch, then started licking me! His tongue darted around against my vagina.

"Hey! Stop that!" I protested, but he didn't have to stop. I couldn't do anything to stop him. He kept right on licking, and also nibbled on me gently.

I'd thought I was aroused before, but the feeling got much more. I was moaning uncontrollably, and yelling out, "Fuck me! Please, fuck me!" I dimly saw the other guy, grinning in the doorway, but I didn't care.

Finally I came, screaming out but not forming any words. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever felt. I felt drained of energy, and slumped against my bonds, but grinned in delight. "That was wonderful!" I told Mike.

"You never did that before, huh?" He smiled.

I shook my head.

He began fondling my breasts again. "We can do it again!"

"What? No!" I struggled again, uselessly of course. He could do whatever he wanted with me. "Please!" I protested. "It was great, but I don't know if I could stand it again!"

"You can stand it," he assured me, lightly rubbing my nipples with his fingers. "But of course, if you tell me I have to stop, I'll do so and untie you."

I didn't want to do that. "I won't say you have to!" I told him, starting to squirm again already.

"Good girl," he told me cheerfully. He took his time, but pretty soon I was panting and moaning all over again.

"Please just fuck me!" I begged. "Put your big cock right into me!"

He chuckled, and as he had done before, he knelt in front of me and slowly began licking my crotch. I was moaning helplessly from this, when he moved back from me.

"Don't... stop!" I panted. "Please, keep going!"

He sat on the floor, watching me.

"I'll do anything you want later, but don't stop! Keep going! Ohh!"

"All right, that sounds reasonable." He moved forward again and resumed licking me. Pretty soon I came -- and I couldn't believe it. It was even more intense than the previous orgasm! I couldn't even scream. Finally it ended.

He untied me from the bed, and I slumped against the sheet. "Oh, that was great, that was wonderful!" I told him happily. "Now what would you like to have me do, so you have one, too?"

"Have you ever given a blow job?" he asked.

I looked at him blankly.

"That's where you lick and suck on someone's cock until they come. No risk of pregnancy that way," he explained.

"I've never done that," I said slowly. "But... I will!" He sat down on the edge of the bed, and I knelt in front of him, then giggled and slid my mouth over his hard penis, sucking on it and licking the end with my tongue. It didn't take him very long, only a couple of minutes, and he spurted warm cum down my throat. I moved my head back and he spurted more on my face.

"Swallow it," he told me. I did, then he used his finger to wipe more off my face, and made me lick it off and swallow that, too.

He took me in the shower, and we took a nice long shower together, rubbing the soap against each other, and when we were done, toweling each other.

"Want to borrow a t-shirt or something?" he asked me as we stepped back into the bedroom. "I'm sure I can get one for you."

"Who is that guy?" I asked.

"My brother," Mike explained. "He's a pretty good guy," he grinned. "Maybe I should ask him to drive us back to your clothes."

I nodded eagerly. "That sounds great! In that case... I won't need a shirt or anything," I told him, a little nervously.

"All right. If you're sure." He looked at me closely.

I nodded. "It doesn't really matter," I told him. "And your brother would be awfully nice to me if he gives me a ride," I added.

He did give me a ride. Mike came along, too. Mike got out of the car and ran up to the bushes where I'd left my clothes, and brought them back to the car for me. I giggled and stepped out. "Thanks!" I said and gave him a big hug and kiss. "And thanks to you, too," I said to his brother, smiling, then went around the car and kissed him, too. I took my clothes from Mike and put them on.

"Would you like a ride home?" Mike's brother asked me.

"Well... sure, if you don't mind!" I said, smiling gratefully.

They drove me home, then let me out of the car. I got out, then giggled and stripped bare again, waving at them as they drove away. I picked up my clothes and turned and ran into the house.

"Where were you?" my father asked as I came inside the house.

"I went for a walk with a friend from school," I told him. I giggled. "We left my clothes on a side street, then went for a long walk around town!"

He nodded, smiling. "Did you have sex?"

"Well... yeah... oral sex," I told him. "He tied me up! And we took a shower together, too."

"Good!" He nodded, pleased. "You're really making some progress, Karen!"

"I'm glad you think so," I said, smiling. "From now until the end of the school day tomorrow, I'm not going to wear anything at all," I added, smiling. "I'll walk to school naked, stay naked all day, and come home naked."

"And this is the same girl who was so timid and embarrassed to take her clothes off in school on Monday?" he teased me.

"It's still embarrassing," I told him, blushing.

"Are you glad we made you do it now?" he asked me seriously and a little anxiously.

"Truthfully... yeah, I guess I am!" I grinned. "I have to get to bed now. Good night, Daddy!" I kissed him on the forehead and carried my clothes upstairs.

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