"Coming
for a game of tennis, Angela?" cried Stephanie to her form mate and
best friend, at the end of classes on Saturday.
"Sorry,
Stephanie old girl, I've got this stupid, fart-arsed essay to write.
10,000 words on why I must not talk back to Miss French. The title is
"Manners Makyth Man." Fucking stupid old cow!
"I'll
stay and sit with you, while you write it, then. Tennis is no fun
without you. Nothing's any fun without you."
After
poor Angela had been scribbling for a couple of hours, churning out, as
a penance for being too high-spirited a girl, reams of unbelievably
moronic and inconsequential drivel, Stephanie suddenly remembered a
story she had read recently.
"You
know, Ange, I read about a school somewhere where errant pupils were
punished by being stripped of some or all their clothing for a period
of time. The idea was that the humiliation of bodily exposure and the
ridicule of one's peers, would be a deterrent to bad behaviour."
"Shut
up Steph! I'm in the midst of the creative process. What's more, if
this is not handed in by seven o'clock tonight, I get landed with yet
another load of garbage to write. That really would push me right over
the edge of the abyss."
"Would
you sooner be writing that fucking stupid essay fully clothed, or be
playing tennis with me in the nude? Think about it!"
"It
was only a story, Stephie. Things don't happen like that in the real
world. It would be called child abuse or something like that. As a
matter of fact I'd love to play tennis nude -- I like doing everything
in the nude, as you so very well know, especially late at night with
you! And when I've finished this, we'll do something very special
together in the literally fucking nude."
Stephanie
had not quite finished annoying her friend with her chatter.
"I
heard a theory that this isn't the only universe. There are alternative
universes to accommodate every possible situation or combination of
situations that could ever possibly happen. Somewhere out there,
Angela, in some other dimension, a version of you is playing nude
tennis with a version of me, instead of being stuck inside this room,
writing reams of useless crap for that old cow French!"
"Will
you please be quiet my love! Come and lie down on the sofa, put your
sweet adorable golden-haired head on my lap and I can rest my essay on
that lovely, sweet back of yours"
As
Stephanie lay on the sofa, she felt her friend's warmth and softness
beneath her head and thrilled to the rhythmic motions of that darling
hand as it scribbled away above her. Soon she drifted into sleep.
The New Regime
"Stephanie
Howes-Chillingworth! It would seem that previous attempts to discourage
your impudent disregard for authority have not been effective. You will
remove your blouse and bra for three days!"
"Are you
fucking mad, Miss? You can't do that sort of thing in the Twenty First
Century. Ever heard of Human Rights? Wait till my Daddy hears about
this. He's a High Court Judge and he'll have your guts for garters, you
wicked old pervert!"
"Your father,
Sir Arthur Howes-Chillingwoth, is one of the Governors of this school,
young lady, and it was at his express insistence and with my hearty
approval that the new disciplinary code was introduced. You will
immediately comply with my orders, or it will be the worse for you."
"Fuck off, you
ugly old bat! I'll ring Daddy this minute and get him to take me out of
this shit-house of a so-called school and have you done for
child-molesting into the bargain. I know my rights, you old bag of
bones!"
A call to her
father left a terrified and chastened Stephanie pale-faced and
quivering before the irate headmistress.
"In view of
your gross insubordination and foul language, I am increasing the
punishment to total nudity for one week. Your ceremonial stripping will
take place on the tennis court before the entire school in one hour.
Furthermore, you will not be excused from any school activities on
account of your punishment, with the exception of Divine Worship on
Sunday, where you will use a secluded pew in the school chapel,
specially made to accommodate such moral outcasts as yourself."
"Yes, Miss. I
really am terribly sorry, Miss! Can't I be given an enormously long
essay to write instead, or a severe caning, even, or both, maybe?"
"Wicked girl! I
increase the punishment to two weeks! How dare you argue with me and
question my authority?"
THE
AWESOME AND DEGRADING CEREMONY
All of the
girls who were not away for weekend home visits were drawn up beside
the tennis court, prepared, and for the first of many times, to watch
the awesome, if newly instituted, ceremony of Stripping. Stephanie
stood in her full school uniform at one end of the tennis court. The
Head had given Angela the role of Stripper, and had spent the past
forty-five minutes instructing Stephanie's best friend in the details
of the solemn and terrifying ritual which was to follow.
The school band
was standing apart from the remainder of the school. As the
Headmistress, accompanied by Angela and other members of the staff,
strode onto the tennis court, the band began to play a solemn march.
The
Headmistress came to a halt before the petrified and already fully
penitent Stephanie. She summoned a subordinate member of staff to step
forward to read the Indictment. The hatchet-faced Miss French spoke in
a fiercely declamatory tone.
"Whereas
Stephanie Howes-Chillingworth has infringed the disciplinary code of
this School and compounded her felony by questioning the authority
vested in the Headmistress, soiling her lips by using the foulest of
language in so doing. It is decreed that the said Stephanie
Howes-Chillingworth shall be deprived of all clothing for a period of
fourteen days. May the Founder's name be honoured for ever!"
At this
invocation of the School's founder the band struck up the melody of the
School Song and all the assembled girls opened their mouths and sang
with their usual gusto.
"Oh blessed
name whose fame we sing, Who did our
world such glory bring.
We praise the
day that gave thee birth With glee and
joy and heartfelt mirth.
Oh, Peter
Price, thy name we praise With all our
hearts for all our days"
As the closing
bars of the song died away, Angela stepped forward and stood in front
of her delinquent friend.
"Sorry,
Stephie." she whispered.
"It's OK, Ange!
I'd sooner it was you than any one else!"
The drummer
started a steady rhythmic beat as the solemn ceremony began.
Stephanie's tie
was the first item to go. Angela removed it, folded it carefully and
took it to the headmistress, laying it on the ground in front of her on
a black velvet cloth. This cloth would, in future, always serve on
these occasions. She then returned to Stephanie and removed her blazer,
which she again carefully folded and placed before the Headmistress,
bowing to her, before returning to Stephanie to continue the ritual.
Shoes and socks
were next. Stephanie was told to raise each foot in turn so that Angela
could remove the footwear , laying shoes and socks one by one before
the Head and returning for the next. When one was removed, Stephanie
was told to remain standing motionless on one leg until Angela returned
to take off the other piece of footwear and so on until both of her
sweet and perfectly formed young feet were totally exposed to the
elements.
The newly
barefoot Stephanie began to feel the chill. It was the beginning of the
Spring Term, early in the New Year and the weather was icily cold. The
cold from the ground under her newly exposed and tender feet began to
steal up her legs and into the rest of her body.
All the while
the steady drumbeat was continuing and the assembled girls held their
breath as the time came for the shirt to be removed. First Angela
pulled the garment out from under the skirt. At each beat of the drum,
a button was undone until all were unfastened and the school shirt was
pulled gently off Stephanie's now exposed shoulders. Once again, Angela
carefully folded the shirt and placed it before the Headmistress,
bowing in the way she had recently been taught, then returning to
remove the skirt. She was really getting a feel for her important new
role by this time, feeling more and more a person of consequence,
although extremely sorry that the first victim should be her best
friend.
A shivering
Stephanie was now attired solely in her bra and panties - black lace -
very sexy, very expensive and very much non-regulation issue. Angela
first removed the bra and took it to the Headmistress who looked at it
with her nose wrinkled in disgust. Then the panties were pulled slowly
down Stephanie's long and shapely eighteen-year-old legs, exposing her
thick and extensive pubic bush to the admiring stares of hundreds of
girls and one or two staff. The trembling Stephanie raised both feet in
turn and the black lace panties joined the rest of her clothing on the
velvet cloth.
Angela went
back to Stephanie and stood before her for a few seconds, looking at
that magnificent five feet nine inches of creamy-skinned, lithe, young
body she had come to know and love so well. It was as bad for her as
Stephanie, in many respects. How she hated to have to share the
precious sight of that sweet and luscious form with hundreds of other
girls!
Angela turned
to face both the headmistress and all the assembled staff and pupils.
"Stripping
complete, Miss!"
She spoke these
words in that ringing, resonant voice that already had won her many
plaudits in her various roles in school plays and sundry dramatic
readings.
The
headmistress came up to Stephanie. Her face was like thunder.
"Not only are
you a grossly foul-mouthed and insubordinate girl, but you have the
taste in underwear of a whore! This is an establishment which prides
itself in turning out ladies, not tarts and floozies! We WILL make a
lady out of you, whether you like it or not. Three days are added to
your punishment; maybe that will make you reflect on your licentious
and debauched ways. Further to that, I heard you exchange words with
Angela here. This is a solemn ceremony and all taking part must duly
observe the dignity of the occasion. You will serve two more extra days
for talking."
By this time
Stephanie was so cold that she doubted she would ever thaw out. All she
wanted was for this ordeal to be over and to go up with Angela to their
shared room. She lowered her head and apologised, trying to fight back
the tears and deny the headmistress the satisfaction of seeing how
broken she was by this public humiliation..
The Head now
turned to Angela.
"I saw that you
were the one to talk first. I know you are a close friend of this
miserable wretch and I take this into account. You will remove your tie
for the remainder of the day. No need to hand it to me, my dear, just
slip it into your pocket. And try to be a moral influence for good on
this abandoned hussy with whom you share a room. We must all pray for
her, Angela, you more than any, that she may, even yet, be brought back
from the brink of moral destruction!"
As she walked
back to the school building and the temporary shelter of her room,
Angela overtook her.
"Golly, Steph!
That must have been a bit of an ordeal. I doubt you'll find many other
girls risking joining you for a bit. Pity! I really enjoyed my role and
I have thought of a bit more extra ritual for next time! Looking
forward to the game later on? No shin pads, no headgear! Poor old girl."
"OH SHIT! I
surely can't play nude, Angie! I'll end up in intensive care!"
"All part of
the punishment, I'm afraid. Never mind - you'll be OK! I can feel it in
my bones!"
After the Battle
"Golly, Steph!
I don't think I've ever seen that many bruises on just one person
before. Stop fidgeting, will you! I'm trying to count them and you keep
moving around and I forget where I've got to."
The bruises in
question had been acquired earlier that afternoon during the weekly
game of hockey. Poor Stephanie had been obliged to play in her usual
position, in goal. If she had ever wondered before why she wore such
voluminous, padded clothing to play this particular game, she knew now!
For most of the game she had been shivering and jumping up and down
trying to warm herself as the play was going back and forth, and for
short, eventful and very painful periods she had been fending off the
attacks of the opposition, saving goal after goal.
It had seemed
that all of the opposing team had been single-mindedly determined to
hack her to pieces and for a time she had thought they would succeed.
Only the intervention of the concerned Miss Applethorpe, who had
refereed the game, had prevented things from being very much worse -
but even this excellent and hawk-eyed lady couldn't have her attention
in more than one place at a time. Whenever her back had been turned,
Stephanie had been on her own against vicious and pitiless opponents.
There had never
been any love lost between these two schools and Stephanie had borne
the brunt of the inter-school feud throughout the game. Despite all
this, she had been her customarily efficient self in her usual position
and had lasted through until the final whistle. As she had walked
stiffly, but unaided, off the field of play, a great cheer for her had
gone up from the school.
The
Headmistress had warmly congratulated Stephanie for her endurance and
remitted a day from her sentence. Big Deal - she thought!
Angela finally
tired of trying to count all of Stephanie's wounds and went over to a
desk drawer. She came back with a marker pen.
"If I draw a
circle round each bruise, I won't count any one of them twice. Then
I'll draw up a diagrammatic sketch for posterity. Try to keep still,
though, Stephanie!"
Some time
later, Angela wrote down a few figures on a sheet of paper, her pretty
brow furrowed with the act of concentration. Finally she raised her
head and smiled.
"I make it
seven certain and one probable bruises on your right shin and a bit of
skin totally removed - gruesome! A bruise on your right knee - keep
that cold compress on it, Steph; you don't want not to be fit for next
week's game - and three really lovely bruises on your right thigh - I
bet you felt them at the time! It is a bit harder to assess the
position appertaining to the left leg. I could see VERY clearly at the
time, how they were concentrating pretty seriously on that in the
second half, so it really looks like one big bruise. I estimate from
the number of impact marks that you must have twenty to thirty - sorry
I can't be more precise. If only you had had the presence of mind to
keep count at the time, Steph, it would have saved me all this trouble!
And the left thigh has seven or eight. I think you have about ten
bruises on your ribs, and that sweet tummy looks a bit red. And last,
but not least, that's a really beautiful shiner on your right eye!
Gosh, Stephie! This just has to be some kind of record!"
Stephanie lay
wearily on her bed and let her beloved friend twitter on. It had to be
said that she had thoroughly enjoyed the game at the time, and scored a
good few hard hits with her stick on some of the other side! It was
only later, after the adrenalin-charged excitement had faded, that the
pain had begun to make itself felt. She had spent a lot longer soaking
in the hot bath than usual, feeling the hurt slowly ebbing away. After
that, she and Angela, who had watched the game with her heart in her
mouth, went back to their shared room to take stock.
"You must be
easily the most popular girl in the whole school after today. You could
have left the field as a casualty after what they did to you in the
first ten minutes, but you stayed there and did as brilliantly as ever.
All the kids in the Junior School had stars in their eyes when you
walked past them - they worship you now!"
"It's a painful
way to achieve cult status, Angela. I don't really recommend it - there
must be plenty better! Anyway, there won't be a game for me next week.
We're playing away and I can't see St Ermyntrude's liking the sight of
me in this state - that means I have to face only one more ordeal, a
fortnight from now."
"You're surely
not going to try and chicken out of next week, Steph?"
The
disappointment showed in Angela's voice and on her face. She looked and
sounded close to tears.
"Please say you
won't! I was so looking forward to seeing you in action again."
"Looking
forward to seeing your best friend hacked and kicked half to death!
Fucking charming! With friends like you, who needs enemies!"
"I know it's
hard, Stephanie, but you've got to come through this, no matter how
painful it might be! You mustn't let me down - I couldn't bear it if
you did! Think of the honour of the school, if you can't think of me!
And I'll be here afterwards to keep a tally of all your wounds and kiss
them all better afterwards, just like I'm going to in a few minutes
with these. Hang on a jiffy! I must get my camera and photograph those
lovely bruised shins, before they start to heal. After that we can do
all sorts of lovely things together!"
The two room
mates had discovered a year ago just what delightful ways there were
for two rapidly maturing young women to use their bodies to give mutual
delight, and ever since, they had availed themselves of any and every
opportunity to experiment with each other and discover new delectable
sensations.
Shall we Dance?
The two had
been fondling and exploring each other for a few heavenly minutes, when
Stephanie remembered something. She drew her face away from Angela's
pussy.
"Oh, bloody
hell, Angela. It's that fucking awful dance tonight! I hate to go like
this, looking like one of the walking wounded but I think I'll have to!
You needn't bother - just lie here and think of what I'm going through
with all those loathsome boys!"
The dance in
question was a joint affair between Angela and Stephanie's school and a
neighbouring boy's school. The older pupils of each were encouraged to
socialise from time to time under strictly supervised conditions.
Stephanie had put her name down to go a week ago and she knew she would
have to go through with it, since no deviation from normal routine was
now allowed.
"At least no
boy will ask to dance with me the way I look - not only nude but
virtually flayed alive. It'll make them puke just looking at me! See
you later on Angela, my sweet!"
For half an
hour, Stephanie's prediction proved correct, until one of the taller
and more presentable boys approached her and asked for a dance. After a
few minutes of very skilfully guiding her around the floor he spoke.
"I've never danced with a naked girl before"
"If that's the
best opening gambit you can come up with, I suggest you stay silent, my
friend. I thought your school specialised in turning out suave, poised
and self-confident young gentlemen, not socially maladroit, mumbling
oafs!"
"Sorry. It's
not easy to think of anything to say in a situation like this! I just
thought you'd like a dance - that's all. Everyone seemed to be avoiding
you and I felt so terribly sorry for you. I think it stinks, your
Headmistress doing this to a superb girl like you! I saw the game
today. Gosh, but you were jolly brave! I was cheering myself hoarse on
your account."
Stephanie felt
ashamed of her rudeness and pulled the young man closer to her, despite
the soreness of her ribs. She spoke in a friendly voice. "I'm sorry,
too! Let's start again, shall we? I'll try to be nice to you for the
rest of the evening! As nice as I possibly can be with all these
beady-eyed, frustrated old chaperones keeping tabs on us! Fancy sitting
down for a while? I'm totally shagged out after what I've been through
today - a little restful conversation would be most welcome!"
And so the
blushing young man and his naked partner found themselves a corner of
the room where they were out of sight of prying eyes and were able,
after a while, to sneak out of the ballroom and find somewhere very
private indeed, where they remained for an extremely long, and very
enjoyable, time.
Back in her
room, Angela asked how the dance had gone.
"Was it bloody
awful, Stephanie?"
"Not at all,
Angie! Boys can be quite nice, sometimes! Not that you aren't a whole
lot nicer!"
"Darling Steph!"
"Lovely, sweet
Ange!"
Parallel
Universe Part the Third
Not Quite so
Bad After All?
Stephanie
excused herself from Chapel on the following day. She was still stiff
all over from the battering she had received the previous day, though
prouder than ever to have survived so well. It had really been one in
the eye for the Headmistress, who had been forced, despite herself to
change her attitude to her very favourably! Most of the day she spent
resting and exercising her bruised knee joint. She had come overnight
to agree with Angela; she desperately wanted to be fit for the next
game. She wasn't going to let these bitches in authority break her
spirit.
On the few
occasions she left her shared room, she saw what Angela had been
getting at when she had spoken of her now being the most popular girl
in the school. It was almost embarrassing, especially the adoring looks
she got from all the little girls in the lower school. These moppets
simply could not take their wondering and admiring eyes off her
battered legs and body, and she was grateful for all this admiration.
Not only had the intended humiliation failed to materialise but she was
more respected by her peers and juniors than ever.
If only it
hadn't been for the cold weather, she would have been happy to remain
nude until she left school. If only this had happened to her later in
the year or she only had the good fortune to live in a warmer country!
Tennis, swimming and track and field events would be bliss when
partaken in naked. Hockey was a bit brutal, though, but with luck, she
should survive just one more game.
Then she had a
reminder of yet one more ordeal in store - she had just volunteered to
be in the girls football (soccer) team! All those heavy boots and she
with no shin guards -oh, Shit! More bruises for the meticulous Angela
to collate on Wednesday!
She tried a
stroll in the grounds, and was able to stay outside for about half an
hour, before the bitter cold forced her indoors. She told herself she
was certain to be forced to be out into the cold quite a few times in
the next almost three weeks - best to try and acclimatise herself in
advance.
Monday - The
Ordeal Begins for Real
Monday, of
course, was the first full day for Stephanie as the guinea pig for the
new disciplinary regime. On Saturday, when standing in the cold, having
her uniform ceremonially removed, she had dreaded this day, but the
kudos she had gained on the hockey pitch had taken away all her
misgivings. This was the fourth day of the month and her last day as
the school's sole naked delinquent would be Wednesday the Twentieth.
Two more Saturday hockey games - one if she was lucky and Wednesday's
afternoon game of football. No longer did she have the slightest doubt
of her ability, not only to survive, but to do so in style.
The only other
inconveniences she could foresee were the two Friday outdoor athletics
classes and with any luck, the weather might cause them to be
transferred indoors. Otherwise she had seventeen days of having her
battle-scarred, but still beautiful, seventeen year old body admired by
a horde of worshipping juniors and envious seniors. Not such a bad
punishment really - to think she had asked for a long essay and a
caning instead!
Since she had
not been suspended from her prefectorial duties, she positioned
herself, as usual, at the head of the main staircase, making sure
no-one committed the cardinal sins of running along the corridor and up
and down the stairs. She then helped see that the whole school filed,
in an orderly manner, into assembly. She took her usual place on the
platform with the other prefects, deeply satisfied with the raptly
admiring glances that were being cast in her direction by lower and
upper school alike.
After the
opening hymn, Stephanie stepped forward to read the lesson, something
rather minatory and sulphurous, about Hell and the fate of sinners.
Before the final prayers, the Headmistress rose to her feet and
prepared to address the assembled girls.
"Those of you
who have only just arrived back from your weekend visits to your
families and, of course, our day-girls (She pronounced 'day girls' with
disdain - a sentiment shared by all the boarders) may wonder why one of
the prefects is standing on the platform naked. This pupil has been
guilty of the most appalling act of insubordination and is the first,
and I hope, the last to be sentenced to the ultimate sanction of total
removal of clothing. As you will see from her somewhat battered
appearance, she has already found out the hard way that this punishment
is no mere opportunity to indulge in exhibitionism, but a very real
physical hardship, which she will continue to experience in full
measure, for the next two weeks and more"
"She can take
it Miss! Good old Stephie!" cried a voice from the crowded hall.
There were
cheers and a burst of applause at this and the Head treated the
assembled pupils to one of her finest and most intimidating glares. The
chatter died away and the headmistress continued.
"As you see,
Stephanie Forbes-Chillingworth is continuing to act as a prefect until
her punishment is over, after which time her status will be reviewed.
She will, of course perform all the duties to which I assign her. The
assembly will file out after the staff have left the hall, as usual."
As she assisted
in shepherding everyone out of the hall and off to their classes, those
last words of the Head caused Stephanie to feel a little less euphoric.
There was one game of unprotected hockey - maybe two - and a game of
football still to come. She would indeed almost certainly have a great
deal more pain ahead and the chance of serious injury - surely that
can't be legal, she thought to herself- I could end up in hospital or
worse!
But this was a
cloud which soon lifted. She'd survived one Saturday and she'd survive
two more, and Wednesday! And she was a heroine, adored by hundreds of
starry-eyed girls, by her friend Angela and , last but not least, by a
certain tall, good-looking and very well-endowed boy!
Her first
period that Monday morning was Ancient History, under the genial Miss
Doverhouse. After a few minutes, Stephanie became aware that it was not
as warm as usual in the classroom. Halfway into the lesson she became
uncomfortably cold. Another member of staff came into the room and
spoke to Miss Doverhouse. After this lady had left, the teacher
interrupted the project to say that the Headmistress had decided to
have the boilers closed down for essential maintenance works and that
these repairs were expected to last for just over two weeks. Pupils
would be allowed, if they wished, to wear outdoor clothing in class for
the duration of the disruption. Except for me, of course! thought
Stephanie.
Her smug
gratification at her status as a cult figure was reduced quite
appreciably by the receipt of this news. That bitch! She must be
sitting in that office of hers working out fresh ways to get back at
her. A woman in her responsible position should have better things to
do with her time! Stephanie looked out of the window - at least it was
a lot colder out there than in here, always try to count your blessings
she told herself. And so she put the cold out of her mind and got back
to the essay she was writing on the Akkadian civilisations, quickly
losing herself in her absorption in one of her favourite subjects.
The next lesson
was a free period and she went to the Library to do a bit of revision.
It seemed less cold in there. Either that or she was getting used to it.
After her
session in the School Library, she went along to the Language Room for
French literature - not her all time favourite subject. Moliere
received even less of her attention than he usually did, and the
shivers started to return as she fought to keep her mind on her studies.
"You will need
to do better than that, Stephanie, if you hope to gain a Credit!" said
the French Mistress, Miss Parkes. "You must try to keep your mind on
the subject, my dear. I know it's not easy and you really do have my
sympathy, but you must try. Don't let things get you down!"
Miss Parkes was
known to be no friend of the Headmistress and her encouragement helped
boost Stephanie's morale and got her through the rest of the morning.
By lunchtime she was beginning to enjoy herself again, especially after
an overheard conversation between two little junior girls.
"Look, there
goes Stephie, Janet! Golly! What an absolutely fantastic body! I bet
she doesn't feel the cold one little bit - not like us! She certainly
doesn't look it."
"Course she
doesn't, Viv! Nothing could ever be too tough for her!"
How could she
ever let her public down?, she thought, as she stood outside the
cafeteria, supervising the orderly conduct of the midday meal. She ate
more heartily than usual. The cold had given her a somewhat keener
appetite than the, at best indifferent, fare usually justified.
The sun came
out in the afternoon and shone through the classroom window until the
end of classes. This kept out the chill and Stephanie went back to her
room in a reasonably happy frame of mind. At least she could look
forward to getting between the sheets with Angela!
The Regime Gets Harsher
"What the Fuck!"
Stephanie
stared at her bed, from which all covering had been removed, leaving
only the undersheet covering the mattress.
Angela came
into the room in time to hear Stephanie's horrified words.
"Sorry, old
girl, but the rules are the rules. You're lucky to have got away with
the last two nights - terrible oversight - and the Head has accordingly
reinstated the day she remitted on Saturday. I've been appointed
Punishment Monitor, Stephie, as well as Stripper. I hope it won't
affect our friendship, but I must never show fear or favour - not even
to you."
"Nothing could
ever affect our friendship my darling! I can always jump into your bed
with you - so, what the fucking hell!"
Angela shook
her head sadly.
"You must sleep
on your own bed, Stephanie. I am in honour bound to report any breach
of discipline."
"You'll have to
join me on mine, then. We'll find ways to keep warm!"
"Sorry,
Stephanie! I am also supposed to be looking after your moral
regeneration. Sleep well, darling! As you try to sleep, remember the
faults which have have brought you to this plight and resolve to
conquer them."
Stephanie lay
shivering in the dark, listening to her friend's regular breathing
coming from the other side of their shared room. This was really the
darkest moment for her. She had been deserted by her so-called friend.
If only she were at St Briavel's with Edward, that lovely boy at the
dance!
Suddenly the
breathing ceased and she heard a movement across the room. In a moment,
Angela's warm and aromatic young body was next to hers. Angela stuck
her tongue into Stephanie's ear and then whispered.
"I think you've
had enough moral regeneration for the next couple of weeks!"
"Darling Angela"
Stephanie and
Angela fell asleep together. There would be no more cold nights for
Stephanie, ever again, because from now on, they had their love to keep
them warm!
Out in the Cold - And a Meeting
At Tuesday
morning assembly, a pink-skinned, healthy and totally acclimatised
Stephanie surveyed the other people on the platform with amused, though
concealed, contempt. Even the Headmistress looked pinched with cold. As
for the other members of staff, all arrayed in their usual indoor
clothing, it was very obvious that they would rather be anywhere than
where they were at present!
After assembly
the Headmistress came up to Stephanie.
"Stephanie,
please come into my office! I have some amendments to the prefect's
roster to tell you about!"
An apprehensive
Stephanie stepped into that office where her downfall had taken place
only a few days ago.
"The only
change affecting you is that I want you to oversee some lunchtime
rubbish cleaning. There is a certain amount of litter on the lawns -
not the fault of anyone in the school, it was blown onto our premises
by last night's wind. I have detailed seven defaulters from the junior
school to do this, and I want you to see that they perform their duties
diligently. Also I hope you will make sure they come to no harm, as
there have been some rather nasty looking men hanging about lately.
That will be all, Stephanie."
"Don't they get
punished by loss of clothing, Miss?"
"I have decided
not to extend this regime to those below the age of fifteen, and it is
far too cold in any case"
"Isn't it too
cold for me if it is for them?"
"Normally, yes.
But the severity of your offence was such that I cannot make any
allowance for you. Indeed, had the weather been not been so inclement,
you would have served for very much longer."
"I see. I've
asked for it, I suppose, so I've no complaints. I am really sorry to
have been so rude to you. Good morning, Miss."
Came lunchtime,
and Stephanie had a quick meal with the seven young junior defaulters,
before taking them out to the grounds to clear up the debris from last
night's gale-force winds. She asked them what they had done wrong, and
was told that it had concerned smuggling alcohol into their dormitory.
The bottle of Scotch had, mercifully, been discovered before they had
had a chance to consume it! She chided them for their folly, but not
without a smile.
Finally she
signalled that the meal was over. She spoke to her seven charges. "Come
along, you young villains, let's get to work! The one who gets the most
in her sack can claim a little prize from me - anything you like as
long as it's only little!".
They all made
their way outside, where the wind was still pretty strong and the
wind-chill factor caused a myriad of goose pimples to form all over
Stephanie's athletic young body. She fought to suppress a shiver.
"Golly,
Stephanie, but there aren't many girls who could take what you are
having to put up with! You really are great!" said one of the seven as
she looked up for a second from her work.
"Thanks,
Gretchen! Now keep working and stop looking at me - the sooner you
finish the sooner I get inside. Believe me, I'm not exactly having a
ball out here!"
At the same
time as she oversaw the tidying up and kept the girls hard at it, she
remained on the alert for any male flashers and/or voyeurs. She
reflected that these unpleasant characters would almost certainly be a
great deal more interested in her than the seven young people she was
looking after. Suddenly, her eyes detected a young man gazing over the
fence and she went over to ask him to leave, or the police would be
called.
As she drew
nearer she saw that it was Edward, the boy from the dance! He grinned
happily, as she approached and she returned his delighted smile. They
kissed each other over the fence and Stephanie looked around and
ordered the girls to keep on working. Edward wanted to arrange a
meeting, and Stephanie agreed to come to this spot at seven in the
evening. She ordered him to bring something to lie down on and he left
after another kiss. It would be a cold lovers' tryst for her, but she
anticipated that it would be worth it.
As soon as she
was satisfied that the litter and fallen twigs had been collected, thus
restoring the grounds to their former pristine state, she ordered the
seven to line up so that she could inspect their plastic sacks filled
with debris.
"Well done
Gretchen! You beat Annie by a short head. What little prize would you
like?"
Little Gretchen
looked very embarrassed and red faced and the other six giggled and
urged her to speak, threatening dire consequences if she didn't. It was
obvious that all seven had decided what they wanted and it was
something poor little Gretchen found herself too shy to ask.
"Come on,
Gretchen my dear! I won't bite you. What have you little devils decided
on? I'm not easily shocked, so don't be scared!"
"Please,
Stephanie! Can I have a few bits of your pubic hair? It's such a super
bush and I'd love to have some to look at and so would all the others
have asked if they had won!"
The other girls
giggled uncontrollably and poor Gretchen went an even deeper shade of
red than before. Stephanie struggled with her feeling of mirth for a
few moments and said. "Of course you can. What a sweet thing to ask!
I'll cut a bit off tonight, put it in an envelope and give it to you
tomorrow - unless you want to pull a few out here and now!"
Gretchen smiled
and looked very relieved. "Gosh, Stephanie I might hurt you if I did
that, not that a brave girl like you would mind, of course, but someone
might be looking! Later will be fine!"
Stephanie leant
down and kissed Gretchen on the cheek, ruffling her hair at the same
time.
"There! That's
another little prize for you, dear. Now let's get indoors before I
freeze!"
The contrast
between the unheated school and the windy field was enough to warm her
up considerably, and Tuesday afternoon passed happily enough. She was
getting used to the cool temperature, her concentration was no longer
affected, and the afternoon's work was well received by the teacher.
She slipped out
of the school at a little before seven and found Edward climbing over
the fence. He was carrying a blanket.
"I'll have to
stay on top, if you don't mind, darling Teddy. I'm not supposed to be
covered up, even by delicious old you! We'll have to be quick, or I'll
die of exposure out here and in any case, I only popped out for a few
minutes stroll."
Edward quickly
removed his clothes and the two made love hastily and energetically on
the blanket. They were both breathless and sweating when it was over.
Stephanie rolled off her young lover and lay next to him for a few
minutes as they recovered their breath and gently fondled one other.
"I don't feel
cold any more, darling. Just thinking about you warms me up inside.
When can you come next - no, not that way!"
"I don't know,
Stephie. But I'll try to get a message to you. Always keep an eye on
the boundary fence around where you saw me today. Now I'll have to go -
like you, I don't feel cold with you around, just incredibly warm and
happy!"
They rose from
the rug and kissed again. Stephanie ran back to the school, leaving
Edward to get dressed and climb back over the fence. What a fantastic
time she was having, she thought as she made her way back to her room
and the loving and passionate embraces of Angela. A super boy who took
all sorts of risks just to be with her and the loveliest girl in the
whole world, both of them anxious to be all over her - both of them
thinking possession of her body to be the most glittering prize life
had to offer! Not only all this, but the adulation of several hundred
other girls.
Before getting
on with her evening school work, she took a pair of scissors and cut
away a handful of hairs from her bush, taking care not to make it
obvious that it had been trimmed. She collected quite a nice clutch
from various parts of her dark, curly little forest and put them in an
envelope, which she sealed and marked with the words 'To Gretchen, with
love - Stephanie'.
She placed a
sheet of absorbent paper on the chair as she worked away, opposite
Angela and there was soon a dark patch, where the after effects of her
recent encounter with her darling Teddy oozed out. She hoped Angela
would be very understanding, and large minded enough not to deny her
the comfort and warmth of her body later tonight. She need not have
feared. Just lately, Stephanie was a girl who could do no wrong!
A
Splinter
Wednesday
dawned and the two girls woke up to find that the South Westerly winds
were continuing to bring rainy, but reasonably mild weather. The first
class was handicraft, an optional subject which Stephanie was already
regretting opting for. This class was held in a building on the other
side of the quadrangle and a walk in the rain was necessary in order to
reach it. Angela had an umbrella, but Stephanie was obliged to walk
across nude and unprotected, the heavy pelting rain beating against and
streaming down her body. The embargo on running to and from classes
applied to all girls and to all classes, whether the class was in the
main building or not.
The wind was
driving the rain almost horizontally and Stephanie could not decide
whether the wet or the stinging, as her body was lashed with the
downpour, were worse. She was still trying to make up her mind about
this when the two reached the Handicraft Workshop and the process of
drying out could begin. The handicraft teacher, a Miss Wilson was about
to hand Stephanie a towel when Angela intervened to say that the ever
growing body of rules governing Stripping forbade the use of towels
except for after Games and morning ablutions.
"Thanks,
friend! I'll never forget how good you've just been to me! I bet you
just made that bit up!" said a shivering and dripping Stephanie.
"Teach you go
shagging that boy from the dance and come back to me with your pussy
still dripping from the load he shot into you!"
"Bitch!"
"Tart!"
"I still love
you, Angela . It's just that I'm a healthy girl with an inquiring mind
and a need to explore all areas of physical experience. I need a bit of
variety now and again, but I still love you best of all!"
"Tart!"
Stephanie's
spirits took a little while to recover from this tiff with Angela, and
it was not until her friend darted a quick grin in her direction and
winked broadly, indicating that her displeasure was passed, that she
began to feel better, both about life in general and enforced nudity in
particular.
Stephanie had
been occupied for the past few months on the making of a bathroom
cabinet. Owing to one or two botched attempts to cut dovetails, the
dimensions of the said article of furniture had already been reduced
from thirty six inches by twenty to thirty two by eighteen and further
reductions seemed all too likely. Why had she ever volunteered for this
bloody awful class, she asked herself for the thousandth time. When I'm
grown up, I'll have a husband to do things like this for me - or
Angela, who's brilliant at woodwork. And this week she'd been soaked
and chilled to the bone, as well as humiliated, as ever, by her lack of
manual dexterity.
On the way back
to the main school building Stephanie paused and raised one foot,
turning it so that she could inspect the sole.
"Fucking
nuisance! I've got a splinter in it and I can hardly bear to walk! They
should never have an uncovered wooden floor in there - very dangerous
to people with bare feet. Bareoot people have rights too, you know!"
Angela knelt
down beside her -after first folding up her umbrella in order to
deprive the delinquent Stephanie of unauthorised shelter, and had a
look. She saw where the little splinter had pierced the skin, placed
her mouth on the affected sole and managed to suck out the offending
sliver of wood. Stephanie balanced herself by holding on to Angela's
shoulders.
"Golly, Ange!
Thanks a million!"
"OK Stephie! My
extremely great pleasure! I really enjoyed sucking that lovely darling
foot of yours. I've fantasised about your feet for ages, only I didn't
like to mention it for some reason!"
"Silly girl!
Suck any part of me you like, any time you like, sweetheart. You don't
ever have to ask. Just go ahead! S'matter of fact, I'm really into your
pretty feet as well!"
Angela did not
raise her umbrella again in a demonstration of solidarity with her
roommate, and both girls were dripping wet when they reached the
shelter of the main building. Angela's return to good humour was not
accompanied, alas, by a disposition to bend the rules. A small pool of
water soon formed on the floor around Stephanie's desk and the notebook
she was writing in quickly became rather damp. She stole a glance at
the rest of the class and was pleased to be able to read in their
looks, that same continuing and highly gratifying admiration for her
fortitude. She took heart from this, returned to her note-taking and
soon forgot her discomfort.
The
Game - More Glory
Despite the
continuing downpour it was decreed that the afternoon game of football
should go ahead as planned and twenty two soaking and shivering girls
and one very disgruntled member of staff gathered on the field of play
at two o'clock prompt. The girls on the other team looked at
Stephanie's slowly healing shins, and the object of their attention saw
them conferring and giggling among themselves.
"I wonder what
they're talking about, Angela" she whispered to her friend who had
arrived a little late and passed by the opposing players as they talked.
"They're saying
they won't go easy on you, because of your bare unprotected legs,
Stephie - they say you'd be insulted if they did, and you would,
wouldn't you?"
"Oh, sure I
would be! I can't wait to end up in hospital! I'm only flesh and blood,
Angie - remember that."
"Yes, but
pretty special flesh! And special blood too, I don't doubt!"
"You'll get a
chance to find out, Angie, there'll be enough of it spilled soon
enough!"
This turned out
to be rather too gloomy a prediction and it was a disappointed Angela
who inspected her friend's few additional bruises later that day.
"You're so
quick, Stephanie, they never had a chance to do much damage. I make it
one extra bruise on the left leg and none on the right. And a rather
spectacular abrasion on your left ankle, as I expect you already know.
I'll put something on that - hang on old girl!"
"Bet that
stung, didn't it?" Angela asked as she applied something to stop the
blood oozing from her friend's ankle, "But you're so brave it'd take
more than that to make you squeal!"
Once again
Stephanie basked in the warmth of both her friend's and the rest of the
school's admiration. As the game had progressed she had seen the
windows packed with little faces, as the Junior School, not allowed out
in the wet, watched every move of the game, which Stephanie's team had
won, with their heroine scoring one of the goals. What were a few
contusions, when they brought the acclaim that she was now enjoying?
Outdoor Games
Friday was
possibly the wettest day of the week, and at a little before lunchtime
the school porter came into the room and handed a note to the teacher.
As expected it was an announcement that afternoon games had been
transferred indoors in view of the atrocious weather conditions.
Stephanie sighed with relief, and then the teacher continued.
"This
announcement does not apply to Stephanie Howes-Chillingworth, since her
penalty stipulates that she must not alter her routine in any way.
Accordingly she will proceed to the athletics track as usual and a
member of the PE staff will go with her to ensure that she completes
the lesson."
Stephanie could
scarcely credit the news she had just heard. She must be imagining it!
It was not possible to see twenty yards in the downpour and it was dark
as night out there. Not only that, but the playing field was already
under a foot of water and the athletics track would be a lake by this
time. They must be out of their tiny little minds sending her out in
such conditions!
At two in the
afternoon, she made her way with some trepidation to the school
entrance and there was Miss Rosemount, wearing oilskins which protected
her from head to foot and carrying a large umbrella to boot. She did
not look happy to be going out in this, even if she was well protected.
She gave the naked Stephanie a vicious glare.
"Next time you
cheek the Headmistress, you foul-mouthed little bitch, you might care
to think of the inconvenience you are causing others besides yourself.
Well! Come on! And I hope you bloody drown out there!"
The force of
the downpour and gale quite took Stephanie's breath away as she stepped
out of the school and began to walk beside the teacher to the athletics
track, about four hundred yards away. It also took away Miss
Rosemount's umbrella and Stephanie ran after it and handed it back,
totally ruined, to the ever more infuriated lady. The ground was so
sodden that Stephanie's feet sank into it at every step, coming up
again with a very satisfying squelching sound that she began to quite
enjoy listening to.
She was even
happier when Miss Rosemount lost one of her shoes, which stuck fast in
the ever more boggy ground. Funny how everything they did to make her
life hell only made things better! The poor teacher finally extricated
her shoe and then removed the other one, carrying both in her hand as
they reached the track.
"Well,
Stephanie, I'm going to shelter in the timekeeper's box and you can
just run around the track for an hour. I'll be watching and keeping
time and I want no slacking unless you particularly want an extension
of your penalty."
She did as she
was told and found it easier than she had feared to keep from slipping
on the water-covered track. The sound of her feet on this surface was
different to the squelching they had been making on the soaking wet
muddy grass. It was a regular slap, slap slap which went on for mile
after mile as her long, well-muscled legs carried her around circuit
after circuit. When she was running into the wind, the rain tore into
her breasts, stomach and face. She was forced to keep closing her eyes
to stop the rain from hurting them and she could not do other than keep
them lowered to the ground. The constant pounding of the rain against
her head was making it ache excruciatingly and she doubted she could
take too much more of this.
Amazingly and
happily, the intense pain in her head reached a climax and then began
to ease after some minutes, finally dying away altogether, so that
after an hour, her only sensation was utter exhilaration. As she drew
level with the hut, Miss Rosemount emerged and Stephanie came to a halt.
"Very good,
Stephanie. I really can't think of anything else for you to do in these
conditions. Carry on running until we can go inside. You really are a
very splendid girl, you know! I take back my nasty remarks earlier.
It's been a pleasure watching you and a great privilege!"
Angela was
waiting for her as she got inside the school building and she was
holding an enormous towel for Stephanie to drape around herself. She
was about to accept it gratefully, when she noticed, in the distance,
her seven junior offenders of the other day. She paused. If they saw
her take the towel, they might be disappointed in her and think she was
getting soft!
"No thanks,
Angie. I'll dry off in the room. Let's get up there, shall we?"
Bruises and Romance
Stephanie
walked stiffly up to her room, accompanied by Angela. It was Saturday
evening and she had just got back from the away game at St
Ermyntrude's. Her hopes of being refused permission by the opposing
school had not materialised. The authorities at this school were
thinking of instituting a similar disciplinary regime of their own and
thought the appearance of Stephanie would have a salutary effect on
their more difficult pupils. The sight of this girl enduring all the
consequent rigours of nakedness for all activities, including contact
sports would make many think twice about a regimen which had initially
appealed to the exhibitionist tendencies of some.
A contingent of
girls from the school had made the trip and seen Stephanie once more
make it throughout the entire game, getting very badly knocked about
once more, but giving at least as good as she got.
"I'll never
survive next Saturday, Angela. Today was as much as I can take - the
absolute, frozen limit. I don't care who I disappoint. I'll refuse to
play! I'll get a sick note from the school doctor. He couldn't possibly
refuse, not if he wants to be true to his Hippocratic Oath!"
"You're just a
bit depressed, dear," said Angela "Post match depression. You'll be
fine in the morning, after a night's rest and my special recuperative
therapy! Now lie down and stay nice and still and I'll see what new
bruises I need to note down."
"As you wish,
Ange, but please don't give me the details. I really truly don't want
to know any more. Another week of this will kill me, that's for sure.
Maybe if I offer to make a full public apology in front of the entire
school in the most grovelling terms, the Head will let me off the rest.
I'll ask her first thing on Monday."
Angela repeated
the procedure of marking the contusions with a felt pen, causing
Stephanie to wince several times - the least pressure was painful after
the ferocious battering she had just had. Finally the meticulous Angela
finished and put down her revised chart with a satisfied smile.
"An even more
impressive score than last week! I think I've still quite a bit of film
in my camera - hang on while I take another photo. In years to come
you'll thank me for recording those beautiful legs for posterity."
"I'm more than
grateful already!"
Unfortunately
for Stephanie the sarcasm of this last reply was lost on the
enthusiastic Angela.
"I think that
referee had a bloody nerve, Angela, telling me off for hitting that
vicious bitch. She must have seen what she'd been doing to me. Anyway,
the sadistic coward didn't try anything else for the rest of the game -
thank Heaven."
Angela finished
photographing Stephanie's latest battle scars and announced with a
delighted smile that there were still films left for next week's game.
At the mention of the next game, Stephanie groaned and turned her face
to the wall. Surely there must be easier ways then this to become
admired. She fell asleep, despite the chill which nowadays permeated
the entire building and dreamt of her seven little admiring litter
cleaners.
She awoke
later, to find her spirits improved a little. After all, she was almost
half way through now - the Head had restored the one day remission and
added another for her performance that afternoon. A week on Tuesday
would be the last day, and with no football next week, she would have
seven days to recover in time for next Saturday, and Edward had passed
a message to her through little Gretchen, his sister (!). He would be
at the usual place later tonight. Maybe her desperate idea of offering
to grovel before the entire school was too big a step to take, even in
her present low state.
Somehow,
Stephanie found the energy to struggle to the meeting place with the
eagerly waiting Edward and she was once more on top of him, feeling his
warmth both beneath and within her. After they had finished, they lay
side by side in silence. Finally Edward spoke.
"I managed to
get to the game again today - I took little Gretchen along. She really
has a thing about you! Says she has something very special you gave her
which she will treasure all her life - what is it exactly?"
Stephanie told
him and he chuckled. "And I thought she was such an innocent, sweet
little thing!"
Once more, the
lovers' meeting had to be curtailed far sooner than either wished and
once more Stephanie left Edward to dress, while she returned to her
room and the reproachful stare of a hurt Angela. No doubt her jealous
friend would discuss further refinements to the new discipline code at
her meeting with the Head on Monday! They would almost certainly try to
find some way between them of adding to her woes, but Stephanie doubted
that things could possibly get any more stringent than they already
were. It would be interesting to see what they came up with, though.
She had decided
to go to Church on Sunday, but was so stiff on getting out of bed, that
she realised she must keep herself moving all day in order not to seize
up altogether and went to the gym to have a few gentle exercises which
took her most of the morning. In the afternoon she went back to the
running track, now almost free of surface water and jogged around for
half an hour, before returning to her room and sleeping for a couple of
hours. By the time Sunday was over, her joints were regaining their
usual suppleness and she went to bed with Angie with her morale at
least partly restored, albeit with much apprehension concerning the
next week and a bit.
Games - And Fun (i) Games
Friday was the
day which she had been dreading all week. Would there be a repetition
of the awful rainstorms of the week before? Stephanie had heard no
sounds of tempest during the night and woke up feeling optimistic that
the afternoon would not be too bad an ordeal. Her legs were healing
well and she felt reasonably sure of surviving tomorrow's game. Then it
would be into the home straight!
When she looked
out of the window, her heart froze with horror. No wonder the night had
seemed more than usually chilly, despite Angela's warm and buxom young
body beside, and those strong arms and firm young thighs wrapped
around, her. The whole area of the school grounds was covered in a deep
blanket of snow, which was still falling thick and fast. Surely they
wouldn't send her out in that? Her fears soon subsided - of course they
wouldn't!
Even the Head's
great antipathy toward her for her foul-mouthed rudeness would not
cause her to subject her to exposure of that severity! Nobody could
ever be that vindictive, she told herself confidently.
The final
morning period was halfway through when the school porter came in with
a note for the teacher - the same as last week. The teacher opened it
and then read it aloud to the class. This afternoon's Games session
will be transferred indoors once again because of weather conditions.
Stephanie Forbes-Chillingworth will once more make her way to the
athletics track at two o'clock, accompanied by Miss Rosemount. The
Headmistress would like to see Stephanie in her office after this class.
A numbed
Stephanie made her way to the Head's office as ordered.
"Sit down,
Stephanie. I would like a word with you. You may be surprised that you
are being asked to have an outdoor
Games session, when all the others are indoors. I certainly don't wish
you to suffer unnecessarily. If you agree to serve one more week after
the termination of your present penalty, I will permit you to join your
classmates inside."
"Thanks, Miss.
I'll take the extra week AND go outside to the track this afternoon.
Will that be all, Miss?"
She couldn't
believe herself to be saying anything so stupid! She heard those
amazing words as if they were coming from far away rather than her own
lips! Was she going mad under the strain? The answer was to be found in
a conversation with young Gretchen. As she had been going to the Head's
room, this sweet little go-between had given her a message from her
brother. He had asked for a meeting that evening, saying he knew that
the super-woman Stephanie would not mind making love naked in the snow.
Gretchen had had some words of her own.
"All seven of
us just can't wait to watch you go out there this afternoon! I don't
think there's anything you can't do - in fact, I know there isn't!"
This was why
she had decided, even before entering the office, that she would go
ahead with the afternoon, come what may. Her pride in her cult status,
and determination not to be unworthy of the adulation she had inspired,
drove her to make that suicidal reply to the Headmistress's offer.
Miss Appleyard
went white with anger at this latest act of defiance.
"Very well,
Stephanie you will go out there this afternoon and on your own head be
it! As for the extra week, that hardly seems fair, but I will reinstate
the two remitted days. You may go."
"I'll get those
two days back again after the game tomorrow, plus one more, with luck!
God knows how I am going to fare this afternoon, though!" She thought
this as she made her way to the cafeteria for her lunchtime prefect's
duty and a last hot meal before going out into the wintry wilderness
outside.
Once again she
heard a whispered aside from two of the other girls, confidently
predicting that there was nothing that was too much for Stephanie. Once
again she felt a surge of excited pride and excitement at the prospect
of testing out her physical hardihood against yet another challenge.
The waiting
Miss Rosemount smiled as she saw Stephanie approaching. She was wrapped
up in furs this time, and was obviously going to be as warm as toast
all afternoon!
"Good for you,
Stephanie! I heard about the offer the Head made. You really are a girl
of great spirit! I admire you so very, very much. Come to see me
afterwards in my flat. I think I might have a warming drink for you!
And now, my brave young pupil! Let's both get out there and together
we'll show the world what fantastic stuff you're made of!"
As soon as
Stephanie came out into the open air, the cold hit her. The wind had
dropped off, but so had the temperature! Although the air was still,
the cold seemed to be attacking her from every angle. It didn't seem
possible that the human body could withstand this kind of deadening,
crushing extremity of chill. Her feet kept sinking into deep snow and
the initial agony was quickly replaced by numbness.
"Come on,
Stephanie! We've got to on to the track before you freeze solid! It'll
be better when we get there! We put salt over it last night."
This proved to
be true.
As on the
previous week, Miss Rosemount directed her sole Friday afternoon pupil
to run around the track for an hour. Gradually, as she pounded around
the circuit, Stephanie felt sensation creeping back into her numbed
feet. The walk across to the track from the school had been, without a
shadow of doubt, the most appalling time of her punishment to date. At
first her feet had cried out to her in an extremity of mind-blowing
agony and then they had become totally numb.
As soon as she
started to feel more comfortable and the wintry grip on her body began
to loosen, Miss Rosemount came out of the hut. Stephanie was amazed to
see that the young teacher had removed her furs and was wearing micro
length shorts, sports bra and trainers.
"OK, Stephanie
- lets have a bit more variety than last week, now you've got the blood
flowing again! Watch me closely for a minute and then do the exercises
I show you."
For twenty
minutes, the athletic and semi-nude Miss Rosemount took her totally
naked pupil through a variety of very demanding stretches and bends.
Then she stood with her hands and arms outstretched.
"Now,
Stephanie, I want you to kick hard as you can and bring your feet up
and kick the palms of my hands. Keep it up until I tell you to stop and
keep your toes straight. Kick as hard as you can!"
This was a new
one as far as Stephanie was concerned and it took a while to get the
hang of it. Twice she lost her footing and fell. She was too intent on
getting it right to have much time to study the teacher, but reflected
that Miss R must be getting a splendid view of her pussy every time one
of her legs kicked up.
She was sent to
run around the track for the last half hour and when she finished the
teacher was once more muffled up against the cold. As soon as they got
back inside, Angela was again present with the towel and Stephanie once
more refused it. Miss Rosemount said, in a voice loud enough to be
overheard by several girls who had gathered to watch Stephanie return
unscathed from her worst ordeal so far, that she had a training video
which Stephanie might benefit from watching and would she please,
therefore, come up to her apartment in twenty minutes.
(ii) Fun
Twenty minutes
later, Stephanie knocked shyly on Miss Rosemount's door and the teacher
let her in with a welcoming smile.
"Come and sit
here next to me Stephanie. I'll just go and get the drink I was talking
about - I'll put a bit of rum in it! That should warm you up a bit."
Miss Rosemount
returned with two steaming mugs and the two sat side by side, sipping
the delicious brew for a while.
"Thanks a lot,
Miss Rosemount, that was delicious!"
"Call me Mary,
Stephanie, my love! Just stay here a minute - I'll be right back."
When Mary came
back into the room, she was as naked as Stephanie. She was twenty two
years old, having just obtained her diploma in Physical Education, and
was a tall and athletic woman with a hard muscular abdomen and firm,
strong limbs. Stephanie noticed that her underarm hair was as thick,
wiry and untrimmed as her pussy hair. She felt tremendous excitement at
the physical propinquity of this healthy animal and the powerful
sexuality which radiated from her.
Instead of
resuming her place next to her on the divan, she knelt in front of the
startled, but delighted, girl and placed her hands on her hips, burying
her face in her pubic mound and inserting her tongue with quick darting
probes into her welcoming womanhood.
Mary was much
more skilful at this than Angela, knowing how to massage and titillate
one area just long enough to arouse the young girl and not so long as
not to make her long for more - much more. She began to gasp and moan
as the teacher's expert seduction continued and she reached one of the
most frighteningly fierce climaxes of her short life.
Bit by bit
Stephanie slid off the sofa and onto the floor next to Mary. They
writhed and thrashed around on the rug for a blessed age until
exhaustion finally forced both to rest from their ardour and lie
entwined in each others arms, breathing in the smell of each other's
sweat and aroused femininity.
"Gosh, Mary! I
sure have learned a lot from you today! I'll never forget this
wonderful evening as long as I live."
"Nor I, my
darling girl! I hope this won't be the last time. May it be the first
of many - but we'll have to be very careful. I know you and Angela are
very close - believe me, it sticks out a mile! I mind awfully, sharing
you with her , but I'll have to endure it, I suppose. Come back soon,
my angel! Maybe I'll be able to fix up a weekend together somehow -
would you like that?"
"More than
anything in the whole world, my darling Mary. And don't worry about
Angela - she's history!"
"No! You
mustn't break off with her just yet. People might put two and two
together and I need this job! Run along now, my darling lovely Stephie!"
Her mind was in
a whirl as she returned to her room. She sat in a daze as Angela busily
finished writing up her History notes. Then she remembered - Edward!
"Must dash,
Angela. Be back in a few minutes."
It was dark by
this time and only the lights from the school windows illuminated the
way to the boundary fence where her young male lover was waiting. It
was quite an experience forcing herself to experience arousal in the
freezing snow and Edward was obviously finding similar difficulty
coming to his usual vigorous climax. They managed ultimately to perform
and after a quick kiss, the frozen Stephanie made her way up to her
room and Edward managed to put on his clothes seconds before he himself
was about to freeze solid. They were both satisfied to have had the
experience, but vowed never to repeat it!
When the time
came to sleep next to Angela and Stephanie felt her dear friend's
loveliness pressed against her again, she began to feel ashamed of her
recent escapade with the firm-bodied young teacher. So what if Mary
were so much more skilled a lover than her darling friend? She resolved
to try and avoid her in future. In retrospect, the efficiency of the
young mistress's performance came to seem merely soulless and
mechanical. She and Angela might be inexpert and rather amateurish
lovers, but at least their love came straight from the heart and she
doubted very much that that was the case with Mary.
The End of the Ordeal - The Last Game?
As Stephanie
took her place for her last game of naked and highly vulnerable hockey,
shivering in the cold, with snow still lying thick on the ground, she
saw that Mary and Angela were both watching on one side of the pitch
and Edward and Gretchen on the other. All were muffled up against the
severe weather and Stephanie felt another fierce burst of pride at her
own total lack of protection. Her four most fervent admirers had come
to watch and she would not let them down, despite the butterflies in
her stomach. Her battered body was still not completely healed over
from week number one, let alone from last Saturday, and she prayed that
she might be spared serious injury.
Her prayer was
favourably answered and again she was able to walk unaided from the
pitch at the end of the game and to the usual enthusiastic reception.
Most of the action had been at her end, and it would have been a one
sided game had it not been for her defensive skill. This week's
opponents had been highly rated so Stephanie had known in advance what
to expect. Angela would have much counting to do this week she thought,
as she made her way back to the showers.
As she showered
she thought with sadness that next week she would be having to change
like all the rest of them. She was getting to love this new way of life
and her legs were already hardened even after a mere three games. To
her surprise, she had scarcely felt the first few blows that were aimed
at her this week, and had made little or no attempt to avoid many that
followed, being by now able to tell which required evasive action and
which she could tolerate and withstand. Despite all the pain, she had
felt alive and in charge of her life in a way which she never had
before the start of her punishment. Not for the first time, the crazy
idea entered her head that she ought to try to commit some further
misdemeanour and get the penalty extended.
Next week's
game would be a really tough one and she desperately ached to have the
chance to play in it as naked as in the past three. What exactly should
she do - that was the problem? There was less than a week left - the
Head had, as Stephanie had foretold, reinstated the two day remission
and added another for her performance this afternoon. Monday would be
her last day as a naked delinquent and she dreaded returning to her
former clothed state - winter or no winter.
The idea had
occurred to her to be found 'in flagrante' with Edward, but he was a
sweet boy and might get into trouble with his own school, and such an
offence as that might result in expulsion for both of them. She was
still puzzling what to do when Mary Rosemount caught up with her and
put her arm around her.
"Well done,
Stephie! You're getting as hard as nails! I saw you taking all those
blows without flinching, and even last week you would have winced. My
word, Stephanie, but it turns me to jelly inside when I think how tough
you are getting! I went wet several times during that game, every time
I heard a stick crack against you and I saw you just shrug it off. Come
up to my flat later!"
Stephanie
blushed at this compliment, but steeled herself to reject the older
woman's advances. She must be loyal to Angela (and Edward). This
refusal was greeted by an angry frown and the disappointed mistress
walked away without a word.
Monday
Monday duly
came and a sad Stephanie prepared reluctantly to rejoin the world of
the fully clothed - a world she now fervently hated. After the morning
Assembly, the headmistress indicated that she should come to her
office. She went along to the Head's room, expecting some kind of
lecture and exhortation to good behaviour in future, now that she was
near the end of her 'punishment'. She was surprised and a little
disconcerted to see Miss Rosemount standing by the Head's desk.
"I won't ask
you to sit down, Howes-Chillingworth"
Golly, she
thought. No 'Stephanie' - no 'Miss'. She's not in a good mood!
"Miss Rosemount
has just made the most serious allegation about you. She says that
during the two outdoor games periods, you consistently failed to obey
her instructions, attempted to shelter from the weather inside the
timekeeper's hut and even made lesbian advances to her, which she of
course rejected, as some kind of inducement to her to relax the
conditions of your punishment. I have to say that I am greatly
disappointed in you. I had thought that you were improving and was
pleased at your progress. Unfortunately, your experience has not yet
had the effect I desired. You will therefore remain unclothed for the
remainder of the academic year. Have you anything to say?"
She shook her
head dumbly, frightened that her amazed delight would show and maybe
cause her new-found happiness to be nipped in the bud. She glanced at
Mary and thought she detected just the merest phantom of a smile pass
across her face.
"Very well,
Stephanie. I am glad to see that you accept your increased punishment
with such stoicism. Perhaps we may yet make something worthwhile out of
you. You may go."
She stepped out
into the corridor and felt with joy the by now familiar and loved touch
of the cold stone floor under her bare feet, knowing that not again
would those feet be forced to wear any form of covering, that every
blade of grass, every irregularity in the ground, every stone and every
object whatever that she stepped on would be felt pressing against her
naked soles for the rest of the year.
She had a free
period and decided to utilise it by going to the running track, walking
across the fields still partially covered by the fast melting snow. As
soon as she was out of sight of the main building she gave vent to her
feelings, whooping with joy and doing a series of exuberant cartwheels,
before taking off around the track, running her heart out for half an
hour, when it was time to go in for Ancient History.
Before going
back to the main building, she gave a look around the track and was
surprised to see Miss Rosemount come out of the hut. How long had she
been there? thought the startled girl. She allowed the teacher to catch
up.
"Well,
Stephanie. Going to thank me?"
"Oh Yes! I
don't know if you you meant to do me any favours, Mary, but you
certainly did. I can't remember feeling this happy for ages!"
"Oh, I meant to
make you happy, my love. I could see the way you were thriving as a
result of your so-called 'punishment'. I could also see your distress
at the prospect of having to go back to normal tomorrow. Hence my
dramatic allegation this morning. After all, darling, I could have told
her about you and Angie and then they would have split the pair of you
up and that would have broken your heart and I would never hurt you. I
adore you far too much to harm a solitary golden hair on that precious
head. Keep in touch, darling. My door is always open to you. Any time
you call, I will make you welcome, either a nice drink and a bit of a
chat, or nice sex , or both - entirely up to you."
"I really think
you did do it for me, Mary! We'll have that weekend together sometime
and if you really don't mind playing second fiddle to Angela -and a
lovely boy I've met , we can have sex whenever you like! You're so
absolutely fantastic, the way you turn me on and keep making me come
back for more. But I can't hurt my darling, precious Angela - she must
never know."
At Tuesday's
assembly, the Headmistress announced that Stephanie's punishment was to
be extended for the remainder of the year because of new offences,
although she did not specify the alleged further offences.. At the end
of what she had dreaded would be her first day with clothes, and what
was instead a glorious new beginning, she walked up to her room and
cast herself triumphantly and happily face down on the bed.
Angela returned
a little while afterwards and came over to her, prodding her in the
back.
The Essay Part Two
"Come on
sleepyhead. Wake up - I've finished the essay. I'll go and hand it in
and we'll still have time for a game. Golly! Your face is all red from
lying on my knee."
Angela eased
herself from under the still sleepy Stephanie, gently lowering her back
on to the sofa and went into the bathroom to wash the ink from off her
fingers. She shouted back at her friend.
"Nice dream,
sweetheart?"
"Very wonderful
one indeed Ange. I was in that parallel universe I was talking about,
forced to be naked all the time at this school. It was right in the
middle of Winter and I thought I'd die at first, but it became better
and better as the days went by. It's a hard place, Angela, that
Universe, but if you can endure it, the rewards are very great. This
old Universe of ours seems awfully dull and humdrum by comparison. I so
wish I could really be there - I truly do! There's no Miss Rosemount at
this school, though - funny thing that."
"How do you
know about her Steph? She's a new assistant PE mistress - starts next
term in October - I know because she's a friend of a friend so to
speak."
Angela came
back into the room and, without looking at her friend dashed out to
hand in her essay.
"Start getting
changed, my love and get out my tennis gear, there's a darling!" she
shouted back as she sped to hand in the ten thousand words.
Stephanie
undressed and stood naked in her room awaiting Angela's return. She did
not have to wait long before she heard her friend's footsteps
approaching. The door flew open. Angela's smile vanished from her
pretty face. She looked at Stephanie in horror.
"Stephie! Your
face - it's not red from resting on my knee. That's a black eye, well
on the way to healing and a bruised cheekbone. And your legs and
ribcage - covered in bruises, some fresh and some weeks old. But this
morning there wasn't a mark on you. What in Heaven's name is going on?"