Janet's Story, Part 1
By Phil E. Hebe
Story Codes: Mg oral anal pedo incest caning
"Your father and I have decided to send you to a private school this year." Mary saw that her daughter had a look of surprise on her face. The mother had her daughter's complete attention. She went on, "What with drugs, gangs, and violence in the public schools we decided our only course of action is to take you out of that environment. We moved out here to avoid that in the city, but it seems to have followed us out here."
Janet Russo, 11 years old, asked, "What school am I going to?"
Mary knew it was going to be a bombshell. "Margaret Mead. It has a high scholastic standing, it is close by, and their tuition is something we can afford."
"Mother, you can't. I won't go," Janet said in her determined voice.
"The tuition is paid and your records have been transferred. You have no choice, "her father said. The school was tucked away in the rolling hills just fifteen minutes outside the small town they lived in.
"That is not fair," Janet said, her face turning bright red. "The students are naked in school."
Her father stared right at her. "Are you ashamed of the body that god gave you?"
"No, but..." she answered. Not actually ashamed, just feeling private about the recent changes.
"No buts about it. Next week it is the naturist school for you."
"But they use corporal punishment," said Janet still trying to get out of it.
"Yes they do, and as long as you behave yourself you have nothing to worry about. Although if you do act up a caning will set you straight right quick. We signed the corporal punishment release form, so my advice is, behave."
Her parents had thought long and hard about sending her to Mead. They knew it was a drastic change for her, but felt she was mature enough to handle it. They weren't the ultra liberals that the school usually attracted, nor had they ever gone to a nudist resort, but the thought of their daughter in a naturalist school was not all that repugnant to them. It was more of a shock to them to see gang signs recently painted on buildings, and they hoped drive by shootings weren't to follow. The school may believe in corporal punishment, and she would have to be naked, but it would be a small price to pay for her safety.
The following week Tony took a day off work and they drove out to the school. It was a sizable campus just on the outskirts of town and taught kindergarten through twelfth grade. It had a high brick fence running around the perimeter with a guarded iron gate at the entrance. They waited in a line of cars as each was checked against an authorized list. Janet was getting anxious and fidgeted in the back seat. "Settle down, damn it!" Tony commanded. He hoped this new school would teach her some self control. God knows the public school didn't.
They parked in front of the administrative building. It, like all the other buildings on campus, had a picture book Ivy League look. They had another wait in line. It was sign-in for the sixth through eighth graders that day and the place was crowded with parents and their children. They finally got to the head of the line. He gave the woman behind the counter Janet's full name. She gave him paperwork and directed the family to the gymnasium.
Tables piled high with books were set up in the gym. They went from table to table, giving the attendant Janet's paperwork and getting an appropriate text book in return. To Tony it was very disconcerting because the books were being passed out by naked high school girls. It had been a long time since he saw 15 to 18 year old naked girls with perky breasts. At the final table Janet was given a padlock and a locker assignment.
Tony was given the bill by a blonde head turner that could not have been any older than seventeen, with great breasts and a shaved pussy. He wished he had gone to Mead when he was young. It took him a minute to unglue his eyes and actually look at the bill. He sucked in his breath and lost his growing erection. Damn school books were expensive.
They walked across the grass covered quad to the junior high school building, and then down the hall to her locker. She put her books away with a resigned sigh. That was it, whether she liked it or not, she was going to a naturist school. She was so confused. One minute she hated the thought of walking around naked and the next there was just a slight tingle of sexual stirring she felt between her legs.
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Janet stood in front of her house waiting for the school bus on the first day of school. She wore a simple dress sans any underwear since she would just have to take it off when she got to school. It felt strange to her to not be wearing at least panties under the dress. Janet was most upset with the thought of having to take her clothes off and having to attend classes naked in front of god and everyone.
She got to her locker and most of her class mates were undressed or in the process of getting undressed. She looked around and saw that in her section most of the bodies resembled hers, just some had larger breasts and others were still had a flat chest. Hair on the mons ranged from just short, light down like her to a curly delta. She felt good that she had started puberty and had progressed to having dark, quarter size, swollen nipples on slightly raised breasts. She blushed a bright red when she caught herself staring at a boy's genitals. It was the first time she saw real ones and soon learned what a circumcised penis looked like. She decided she preferred the cut ones.
The girl in the locker next to hers introduced herself, "Hi, I'm Jeri," and Janet introduced herself. She was glad to see the girl was no further ahead physically then she was.
They had the same first class together and walked down the hall toward the classroom.
"You a newbie?" Jeri asked. Her brown hair was highlighted with blonde and hung down to the top of her dark tan nipples. Janet wished her hair was that beautiful.
"Yes, my parents think the public schools are too violent."
"Mine too. I have been going here since fourth grade. Are you in one of the dorms?"
"No, I take the bus in."
"Oh, one of those cheap rate townies, huh."
"What do you mean?"
"You don't know? The kids from the three cities by the school get a special discount on their tuition. It is some kind of good will gesture for not making a stink about the nudity."
"I didn't know that."
"With tuition and housing this is no cheap school to go to, just ask my father."
Then Jeri bent toward Janet and whispered in her ear, "Let me pass on a bit of advice, don't block the view of your sex with a book. That is a dead give away that you're new and the other kids will pick on you."
Janet shifted the book away from her crotch, blushing at the same time. Taking the cue from Jeri, Janet whispered back, "It is just so hard to go from hiding my body for most of my life to letting everybody see it."
Jeri again whispered, "Believe me, you will get used to it. By this time next week you won't even think about being naked."
That was the first clue that sex and nudity was not talked about out loud. Janet doubted very seriously that she would get used to being naked.
When she walked down the hall between classes she forced herself to only look at faces, but every time she saw a good looking boy she looked at his genitals to find out how long it was and which way the penis hung. It was all so fascinating. "Stop it!" she would scream inside herself and she would stop until she saw another good looking boy. These were just the junior high school boy; most of them had not even started puberty. Janet wondered what it was like in the high school when the boys' cocks started growing. That was a sight she would like to see.
Janet's sixth period was Sexology. She had no idea what it was about since they had nothing like it in the public school. Unlike her other classes, that class had tables instead of desks. Each table seated two students. The teacher went to the black board and wrote, "Mr. Cartwright," in large script. He was in his twenties. He had to admit he liked to look at nice young naked flesh, not that he would ever act on his impulses and possibly lose the best job he ever had.
"Okay, kids. Everybody up. Boys to the right side aisle and girls to the left." There was a scrambling as everyone went to where they were supposed to be. Once they were sorted out, the teacher said. "Now, smallest pupils to the front and the largest pupils go to the back." Again there was the shuffling of bodies. Mr. Cartwright went down the rows and made some minor changes. When he got back to the front of the classroom he pointed at the first boy and said, "You take the first seat in the first row." He pointed at the first girl. "You, take the second seat in the first row." He went through the whole class that way, boy, girl, boy, girl, smallest to largest. It ended up that Janet sat right in front of his desk, and the view of her cunny became his favorite. Not that she would ever know it, but her pussy became the pussy of his dreams, at least for that semester.
"Boys!" He said it loudly to get their attention. "Turn to your left. The girl sitting next to you will be your partner for the semester. Girls, look at your partner to your right. I want all of you to look closely at your partner, not just their face, but their whole body. You are going to become very intimate with their every sexual detail. This class, you are going to find out, goes beyond only the theory of sex."
In grammar school there was always the rustle of clothes and paperwork. If the teacher turned his back to the class there would be the murmur of whispers among the students. Janet thought, well, okay there would not be the rustling of clothing, of course, but there was no other sound except the screech of chalk on the blackboard. That she thought was weird. It had been like that in her other classes too, dead silence except for the teacher or the pupil if called upon.
Each student had to rise and give his or her name, if they had a nick name and what their home town was. They were told to remember their seat assignments. Mr. Cartwright then asked, "How many students had some type of sexual contact with parents or relatives?" Janet was astonished to see ninety percent of the students raise their hand. That got her wondering if her family was some kind of odd ball.
When she saw Jeri by their lockers, she asked, "Has your daddy ever touched you? Sexually, I mean."
"Of course. Don't tell me your dad hasn't. Oh, come on girl, this isn't the last century. Oh, wait, I bet your parents aren't naked at home."
"No, they are not."
"That explains it. Familiarity breeds sex. When I am home for summer vacation and holidays we are one big naked, happy, sexually active family."
Janet was too stunned to say anything.
She was glad the first day was over with, although it went much better then her wild imagination had conjured, there was no horse play anywhere, not even outside at recess, no one pinched her butt, and, thank God, she didn't get caned. She still could not get over how well behaved everyone was. It certainly was completely different then public school. She couldn't get over the feeling of being so exposed. It felt good to slip on her dress and go to the waiting bus.
When she got home she changed into her street clothes, and then went out to play with her neighbor and best friend. She told her friend that she was going to a private school and let her friend think it was one of the near by religious academies. She wasn't ready to admit she was going to Mead.
Janet's mother called her in for supper. She took her seat at the table. Tony asked his daughter about her first day of school. They talked and the subject of her being naked in school never did come up. After supper she went to her room and did her home work. With nothing more to do, Janet walked out of her room and into the living room where her father was watching TV. "Come," he said, "sit by me." And he patted the cushion next to him. "So, tell me, how did it feel to be naked in school?" he asked.
"It was strange. On the one hand nobody says a single word about being naked, but on the other hand it was considered improper for me to hide my crotch behind my books."
"Does it bother you a lot to be naked in school?"
"Well... yea...I guess so. In regular school we talk about clothes, who is wearing what. At Mead I worry that behind my back they are talking about my body, how small my breasts are or my lack of pubic hair"
"But aren't all the girls in your class bout the same, maturity wise."
"That is true."
"You shouldn't worry. You are a pretty girl. You have a very nice figure for a girl of eleven."
Her daddy always had the knack of making her feel better.
It was the next week when another bomb hit Janet's life. It started after supper in a family discussion.
"We got a letter from your school," her mother said.
"They strongly suggest that we follow the naturalist philosophy at home. Your father and I talked it over and as of tomorrow..." Janet could guess what was coming...."we won't be wearing any clothing inside the house."
The next afternoon she got off the school bus and mounted the steps to her house. On the front door was a poster board sign that read, "CAUTION, NATURISM PRACTICED INSIDE." In smaller letters it read, "Don't ring the bell if you are offended by nudity." Janet entered the kitchen and she saw her mother was only wearing a small half apron.
There was something that she did not think of the previous day, but had bothered her all day in school. "What about when my friends come over?" she asked her mother.
"They have a choice whether or not to take their clothes off, but you will be naked as long as you are in the house or back yard."
"But they will see you, daddy and me naked."
"If that offends them then I suggest they stay away."
That night was the first time she saw her father naked. When she gave him the usual hug his cock pressed directly against her stomach. She told herself time and again that his cock always pressed against her stomach, she just did not realize it because of the layers of clothing they used to wear. She watched her mother as she hugged her husband and noticed that her mother liked to rub herself against his penis. Janet asked herself if she could ever do that and shocked herself for even asking the question.
Every day Janet rushed into the house from the bus, dropped off her book bag and rushed outside before her friends could get to the front door and read the sign. They knew she was going to a private school, but not which school. Life was getting complicated trying to live two separate lives, but she was sure they would be shocked if they knew about her nude life style.
Janet finished her homework and as she had done in years past snuggled up close to her father as they watched TV. During a commercial break she said, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Shoot."
"Have you ever wanted to have sex with me?"
He laughed, "You are a delightful and devoted daughter. It has crossed my mind that I would love to make love to you, to have the same intimacy as I have with your mother."
"So why didn't you?"
"First, a lot of people don't think a daddy-daughter relationship is proper, and second I wasn't sure how you felt about it. I wasn't going to force you to do something you didn't want to. Why do you ask?"
"Almost all the kids in my sexology class had some kind of sex with their family and I guess I felt left out."
"If you want we can start solving that tonight."
"What do I have to do?"
"Nothing, I will do it all. You just lay back, relax, and enjoy."
He kissed her full on the mouth. He turned her head, kissed her on her ear and then down her neck. His hand went to the slight mound of her breast and his fingers circled the areola of her nipple.
"Oh, that feels good," she said.
He father kissed and licked her nipple. When her nipple became swollen he bit at it lightly. He went back to fingering her nipple, and then added pinching and pulling at it.
She felt heat, moisture and a crazy kind of feeling in her sex. She opened her legs in hope that he would get the message, but he didn't go there. He continued to kiss her lips, her face, her neck, and her breasts. He sucked and bit her nipples, and then rolled the nipple between two fingers. She did not know how long he continued doing that, all she knew is that she did not want it to stop.
"I think that is enough for tonight," he said.
She wanted to yell, "Go on. Go on. Don't stop there. Touch my pussy, please." Janet looked at the clock and saw it was ten. She could not believe they had been at it for an hour. She saw his penis was thick and sticking straight up. She smiled as she thought that she had caused that.
That night she slipped between the sheets of her bed. The sheets felt cool against the warmth of her body. Her right hand moved up to her left breast. She rolled and squeezed her nipple, just like her daddy did. Her left hand snaked down to her sex and she played in the moist heat, finding her clitoris and pulling on it just like she wished her daddy would have done. The orgasm felt great, but she knew it would have felt even better if her daddy did it to her. Maybe, just maybe, she thought, maybe someday he would go all the way and stick his prick into her. It gave her the shivers just thinking about it.
All the next day she had a smile on her face thinking about how good the sex had been with her father.
Everyday that week was better then the day before as she got used to being naked in school. Every night she was in her daddy's arms for more petting. By the weekend he was petting her pussy, but just on the outside. Oh, how she longed for him to push his finger past her outer lips.
On Wednesday she saw her first caning. A boy got caught doodling cartoon in his notebook when he was supposed to paying attention to the teacher's lecture. The teacher told him. "You know the drill, get on the caning table". He used the step stool to get up on the table then got on his hands and knees with his butt facing the class. She nearly laughed out loud. She had no idea why it struck her funny to see his ball sack hanging between his legs like a dog. Janet sobered up real quick when the teacher brought the cane to bear on the poor boys buttocks that left a red streak across both cheeks. The sound of the smack reverberated through the room and Janet realized how hard the boy was struck and how serious the teacher took caning.
By Monday Janet had to admit Jeri was pretty much right. She still thought about being naked, but she did not mind it all that much. No one said a single word about her body, her lack of proper breasts or pubic hair. Even at home her parents made no big deal about her nudity except to ask if the house was warm enough for her. Every night, there was her daddy to play with her. He finally pushed his finger into her sex and diddled her clitoris. She could not believe how great it felt.
Mr. Cartwright gave the class an assignment that made the whole class buzz. It was very simple, in two weeks she needed to hand in a report explaining what it felt like to have her breasts played with, whether or not it aroused her, and if she liked it. Janet thought of how good it felt to have her father play with her breasts and decided it would be one of her easier assignment. The boys and girls were looking for partners to play with their breasts if they had no previous experience. Janet was asked by her table partner, but she turned him down.
The following Monday she handed in her report.
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Petting My Breasts
By Janet Russo
6th period Sexology class
I told my father about my sexology homework assignment. He told me to do my other homework first then come down to the living room. He said by then he would have everything ready. I had no idea what needed to be readied, but I did as my father said. Within the hour I finished my English and math and went back to the living room.
It was pretty dark. He had several candles burning, and some corny music playing in the background. When I asked he said it was Johnny Mathis from the middle of the last century. My father asked me to lie down on the couch. He pulled up the hassock and sat on that next to me. I fully expected him to start rubbing my breasts, but instead he kissed me on the lips. It was the softest, most tender kiss he ever gave me. It was like two clouds meeting. Then he licked my lips which was kind of ticklish. He kissed my chin, my left cheek, my forehead, and my right cheek. He licked the shell of my ear. He nuzzled my neck. My daddy told me to close my eyes and completely relax. I did, I took a deep breath and when I let it out I let out all the tension with it. It was only then that he touched my nipple with his forefinger. Round and round he went then squeezed it gently. He did the other nipple in the same way.
I could feel the nipple growing and the heat starting up in my vagina. I smiled and he said, "You like that." It wasn't a question, but a statement of fact. He continued to play with them and I could feel myself getting more and more aroused. My daddy then sucked on each one of them, slowly, sensuously and I found myself pushing up my chest least his lips leave my nipple. Right then I hear Johnny Mathis sing, "Love me, love me, say you do," and I whispered in my daddy's ear, "I love you, daddy."
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When she got the report back the next day it was marked A+ in the upper corner. Janet was very proud of herself.
School was becoming downright enjoyable. There was something about them all being naked that leveled the playing field, it brought up the working class girls like Janet and brought down the upper class who in her old school would have been snobs. Her only worry was caning, the teachers were awfully strict. She witness two more students, a boy and girl who got caught talking in class get caned and one day she counted nine students in the hallways walking with welts on their butts. Welts, she noticed, usually lasted two to three days so that meant that three or more students a day were being caned, and the middle school enrollment was not all that big. What bothered Janet the most was that the infractions that called for caning would have been nothing more then a "Sit down and be quiet." warning from teachers in the public school. Janet was sure she would faint from embarrassment if she had to get on the table and show the class her whole pussy. Just the thought of the probable pain made her wince.
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