CALL ME BOB

BY CORNER GHOST

[ part 5 ]

I looked at the group of children seated in front of me, not forgetting William who was still standing on his chair. "Sit down William, but get some paper towels first." I said to him.

He went to a large sink we had in the corner of the room and took some of the rough paper towels from it, placing them on the seat of his chair; he then sat down looking very self conscious, as did Jessica and Stuart.

I addressed the class, "Now apart from having a good laugh at the three forced to undress before you all, what were you feeling?" I asked them.

Stuart's hand was raised first and I acknowledged him, "I didn't like being up there, I felt everyone was laughing at me." He said.

I nodded, "So you were embarrassed?" I asked him and he nodded, "Well done for admitting that." I said, "Not many boys would have the courage to say that." I added.

Another girl, Evelyn, then raised her hand, I nodded to her and she stood up. "I thought it was funny at first, watching a boy undress in front of us all. But then I felt sorry for him, it wasn't right . . . him being like that and us just watching." She said and then blushed as the others in the group laughed at her.

"No, no. Evelyn's got the right idea. Should a single person be pointed out just because they're dressed differently? Isn't that why school uniforms were introduced in the first place, so that you were all equal?" I asked them, I was building up to something here.

"But he wasn't wearing a uniform?" a boy said.

"Michael! Undress and stand on your chair!" I told him. He swallowed and then stood up and started to undress. "We're still in class at the moment; remember to wait for me before you speak." I reminded them, and then continued. "But Michael was right, in a way." I said looking at their puzzled faces as they waited for me to continue.

"The basic human uniform is their birthday suit." I said looking around. There was still a puzzled look on their faces, "Well what is a birthday suit?" I asked them, and still they didn't know what I was asking them so I expanded. "It's the suit you wear when you are born." I explained.

Again a plethora of hands were raised, but the query was the same, "But sir, you don't wear anything when you're born. So what suit is it?"

"That's the answer, you don't wear anything, it the same for everybody and so that's the uniform that I think the rest of the lesson should be taught in!" I said simply.

The silence was almost deafening, the only ones not looking aghast were the four already undressed, and the rest of the class had their mouths open.

"Now class I don't want to punish you all, so please undress, and remember we've already have four naked people here, there's nothing any of you have that we've not seen before and remember please fold the clothes neatly!" I said and folded my arms.

Evelyn was the first one to stand up and start to unbutton her blouse, she looked me straight in the eyes with her mouth closed, 'My sister said you'd hear me and that I was supposed to do what you asked!' I heard her say and I smiled.

'Thank you Evelyn, I know this is hard for you but it will get easier.' I told her and saw her eyes widen in surprise, but she drew her blouse off her shoulders and folded it neatly. Around her the others in the class were also undressing, apart from one girl who was starting to sob; I went to her and sat beside her.

"What's wrong Charlene?" I asked her.

"I'm sorry sir, but although Mummy signed that . . . that thingy, she told me that I wasn't to undress or anything rude like that." She said between sobs.

"I see Charlene, by that I suppose your mummy meant that you couldn't take off your clothes?" I asked her to which she nodded, "Did she say that others couldn't take them off for you?" I asked, she thought for a moment and then slowly shook her head, I then thought for a moment, it wouldn't be fair to her to have a boy help undress her - that would come later. I stood up again.

"Jessica, Evelyn will you come here please!" I called the two naked girls over to me. "Charlene you will let these two undress you? That way you're not disobeying your mother are you?" I said to her.

"N . . . no Mr. Wilson." The sobbing girl said and stood up. I watched as the two girls started working on Charlene. As her blouse was removed I could see a purple-blue bruise showing on her shoulder. When her vest was removed the bruise wasn't just on her shoulder but extended down her body.

A gasp from Jessica brought the class around to see what was wrong. "One moment please." I said to them and then, "Charlene will you come here please." I went to a corner of the classroom, Charlene slowly approached me.

I sat down on a chair and pulled another one next to me, I patted it in invitation to sit down. Charlene did so and started crying again. "I knew it! I knew I couldn't just stay in the back." She said between tears.

"I'm sorry Charlene, that's one of the things that this course is supposed to do, allow you all to have a place in the limelight. But that's not why I want to talk to you . . . when did she last hit you?" I asked her.

She lowered her head, and shook it. I took a breath and closed my eyes . . .

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"You stupid brat! You knew that they'd do something like this. [Thwack, thwack - the blows from a belt were felt on her body] I suppose you think this will stop me?" I could see Charlene's mother was slowly turning away from me . . . No I was slowly turning! I concentrated, arms above my head, my feet weren't touching the floor.

Charlene's mother rotated back into view, her arm was swinging the belt again, the pain registered on the body but not in my mind, it was as if the number of blows already received had deaden the nerves that received the information, or that my mind wasn't in sync with hers . . . I shook my head - MY HEAD! And then looked at Charlene.

"How often does your mother hit you like that?" I asked her.

"She's not my mum! I'm supposed to call her that, my real mum left me years ago. She's the woman my dad went with." Charlene said unfeelingly. - I recalled that Charlene's father disappeared some time ago; it was thought he left the town, he also left his daughter in the charge of his common-law wife.

"Charlene, I think we need to get the nurse involved in this." I said in a gentle tone but she started to shiver.

"No, please she said I'd be taken away and locked up. She said that nobody would want me. I had to keep quiet." Charlene started to sob again. I looked at Evelyn and beckoned to her. She came up to us but didn't speak.

"Evelyn I want you to put on your skirt and blouse, then go to Mrs. Johnston's office, ask her to come to this classroom. Do not talk to anyone else and don't you dare raise your skirt." I said smiling, the not talking might give her a problem but the second part wouldn't.

Evelyn went to open her mouth but then realised what was involved - that was she'd be talking to me! - So she nodded and quickly dressed, I unlocked the door and she slipped out. I then addressed the rest of the class.

"Attention class, I didn't plan on this but we're going to be joined by a member of staff, she will be aware that a sex education class is being held but not the specifics of the lesson. In this case I will ask you that you don't play around to draw attention to yourselves, as far as we are concerned this is a normal lesson in uniform, comport yourselves in that manner." I must admit I don't think they understood the word comport but then my attitude showed them what I meant.

I turned to Charlene again. "Charlene, I think you'd better let Jessica continue undressing you, so that you can truthfully say that you obeyed your mother." Jessica then removed Charlene's skirt and underwear; the bruising was all over her body, she was crying away now.

"I'm sorry Char, but Mr. Wilson is right, you should have let us tell him!" She said which rocked me, how could I have missed this abuse in my class? I paused for a moment before I looked up at the sky. 'Oh Great! So I'm doing it again am I? Looking after these problems for you!' I didn't expect an answer . . . who did I think I was? . . . A knock on the door brought me back to my senses.

I unlocked the door and opened it, Evelyn entered the room, still keeping silent, and she smiled at me and nodded before removing her skirt and blouse. Once done she seemed to know that her task was complete. "I spoke to Mrs. Johnston she was with another boy and said she'd come here as soon as she could." She reported.

I nodded, "Thank you Evelyn, you didn't speak to anyone?" I asked her.

She smiled, "No Mr. Wilson, but I think Mrs. Wolanaski's going to complain, she asked me why I was in the hallway. But I made out that I didn't hear her." She then stopped speaking, 'I don't think she believed me Sir.' I 'heard' her say.

"Well I'll cross that bridge when she comes to it, thank you Evelyn." I said out loud, 'and I do mean thank you!' I added sending a wave of both gratitude and pleasure to her and watched her close her eyes and shiver as I did so, I might have to tone that down a bit.

I put the children into pairs, a boy and a girl, and started them off by looking at each other and learning what felt good to their partner. I had decided that they would change partners at 15 minutes intervals to learn as much as they could in the two hours left, I had a egg timer set to 15 minutes and running.

A rattle on the door-handle announced that Mrs. Johnston was outside, I unlocked it and opened the door, but not only Mrs. Johnston but also Mrs. Wolanaski was there. I looked at her and said, "Yes?"

"Mr. Wilson, I have to complain about one of your pupils. Evelyn Clanville, I asked her what she was doing in the middle of the hall, but she ignored me!" Mrs. Wolanaski said angrily. Then she looked at the class. "What is happening here? Why are these children fragrantly displaying themselves?"

Mrs. Johnston, Jackie, shook her head, "Good heavens Marjorie, didn't you read the school newspaper, Robert here is in charge of the sex education classes." Jackie said.

I nodded, "Yes indeed, and that's why Evelyn didn't want to stop to speak, she didn't have any underwear on and was frightened that you might see her." I said.

"But why?. . . I mean she could have. . ." Marjorie started to say.

"Because she was following my instructions! I told her not to speak to anyone except Jackie. Now if that's all Marjorie, I still need Jackie's expertise and the less anyone else knows at the moment the better!" I said while steering Marjorie out of the room and closing the door firmly in her face.

"Well I don't. . ." She tried to say but the door cut off the rest of her words. I turned to Jackie and shook my head.

"I'm sorry Jackie but if Marjorie knew about this she'll be on the phone to Social Services before we can sort things out." I said and then drew her over to where Charlene was still sitting down with a towel around her, crying away.

"Hello Charlene you know me, Jackie, I'm the school nurse. Now what's the problem?" Jackie asked the girl, but Charlene wouldn't answer. I walked to them and gently pulled on the towel that Charlene had wrapped around herself. She looked up in mute appeal but then relinquished her hold.

"Oh my .. ." Jackie said and then went quiet. I looked at her, even in this darkened area I could see she was white with shock. Then she swallowed and looked at me, "I don't know what you want me to do, she needs hospital attention at the least."

I shook my head and drew her away from Charlene. "If we do that she'll be taken into care, I don't think she needs that do you?" I kept my voice low so that Charlene couldn't hear me.

"What else can we do? We're supposed to keep an eye out for abuse of any kind. You know the routine, we report this to the police, and social Services, and they have to decide on what action they're going to take." Jackie said her voice equally as low.

I had to think about this, Charlene would need medical attention, but she was so scared of being taken away from her friends, I didn't want to have that happen to her, 'We're going to have to convince them to allow me to look after her!' I ordered her.

Jackie blinked, "It will be difficult, you're single and currently you are an invalid," I went to interrupt her but she held up her hand to stop me. "I didn't say you couldn't, I just said it was difficult. Let me think about this."

She sat down and concentrated, while she was thinking I heard a bell go 'ting', "Alright class, change partners." I said resetting the timer, and watched as all the children - following my instructions - as they kissed their partner and then moved, the girls to the right and the boys to the left, so that it was a change of two instead of one.

I heard one girl say out loud, "I'm not touching you George, you're too fat!"

I turned to Jackie, "Excuse me a moment." And walked over to the pair, George Bunette was in tears and April Walker was smiling away. "April did you make a comment?" I asked her.

"No, sir." She said realising that she'd overstepped the bounds of the class.

"Why do you lie? I heard you from over there - Now do you feel superior to George because of what you said?" I asked her. But April kept quiet not wanting to answer. "George how did you feel about what April said?" I asked him, aware of the focus of the class on us.

"I . . . I didn't like it Sir, I know I'm fat, but mum says there's nothing I can do as it's glandular, I mean I've tried to lose weight but it just makes me ill." He finally said. It was something I'd already seen in the class notes -they were restricted to teachers only, it wasn't something for the pupils to read! George had been to see experts but they couldn't do anything about it, short of reducing his stomach which they had avoided.

"Is illness something to make fun of April?" I asked her, she hung her head and then shook it. "I think you need to apologise to George." I said

She glanced up at him and mumbled, "'orry" but her heart wasn't in it.

So I spoke again, "Also April I think you need to learn that it isn't nice to make fun of people, so for tomorrow when you are in this classroom you will be naked, you may wear your blouse and skirt for the breaks and lunch period only." As my words sunk in I heard some of the boys laugh at that, I turned and calmly said, "And if I hear of any one else making fun of their partners they will also have the same punishment. I have a supply of skirts for any boy who requires them!" This time the girls giggled away at the thought of a boy wearing a skirt and shirt during the break time.

April looked glum but stayed with George and took his hand, "I'm sorry George." She said.

"That's okay April, you weren't to know how this affects me!" George said looking at his body. "But I've got to live with it! I wish I had a normal body like yours" He added.

"What! But my body is yucky, you wouldn't want it!" April sounded surprised.

"At least you don't have people pointing at you and laughing." George said despondently, April surprised me - and some of the others - by hugging George and then she took his hand and brought it to her pussy.

I returned to Jackie and sat beside her she looked at me, "You mean that April will be . . ."

"April will be punished as I directed, although I might cut it short just before lunch time, but don't tell her." I said smiling.

Jackie was also smiling, "Well I think I know how to go about this." She said and outlined her plan, as she did so I glanced out of the window - I found myself looking at a rainbow . . . In a clear blue sky!