The Substitute in Middle School (DS, Mm, Fm, humil.)

The following work of fiction allegedly takes place in Karen Wagner's universe (http://www.asstr.org/~NIS/Naked.htm) and freely borrows or embellishes characters and situations invented by Karen Wagner. If it departs from Karen's vision, that's my fault. The perspective in this story is that of an adult. Like many, I find the "Naked in School" universe intriguing. My own personal interest (as if you care) is in the adults in that community.

Reading the fine stories that take place in the NIS universe, I couldn't help but wonder whether some of the mothers that chose to shop naked in the mall would succumb to feelings of arousal and enjoy liaisons with each other or with some of the men in town. I wondered whether Miss Hooker would find a way to take her rather obvious interest in submission and anal play to the next level.  And I wondered whether Mr. Dilford's last, naked day of teaching would have any interesting consequences for him. 

This story is "free as in speech."

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The Substitute thought Mrs. Cody was an elegant and charming professional. Her office was tasteful, and her suggestion of a pot of tea was traditional and comforting. It almost made up for the fact that she was, as usual, fully dressed and he was almost completely naked.

He sat on the couch, saucer balanced on his thigh, sipping tea and being very careful not to spill the tea and scald himself in his most sensitive area. The ritual of Afternoon Tea, he mused, hadn't evolved with naked men in mind. His eyes dropped to his black brogues and executive-length gray socks, the only clothes he wore.

Wearing socks and shoes was practical for his work as a teacher, but they seemed to heighten his awareness of his nudity. He would have preferred flip-flops or sandals, shoes that were suggestive of swimming or sunbathing. He felt somehow that he would be more at ease if the few articles of clothuing he wore didn't emphasize his nakedness.

The Substitute politely thanked Mrs. Cody for the tea and she continued her introduction to the school. “We introduced The Program on Monday, and after four days the students and staff have begun to adapt. It’s not like the idea is new to anyone, but some people need time to adjust to the idea of The Program for our Middle School students.”

“Now,” she continued briskly, “I see from this Letter of Introduction that you have already been substituting in schools implementing The Program. And, of course, I reviewed your psych evaluations. They are quite up to date and naturally you will be quite able to handle our students professionally.”

“I realize that some of the other schools permit, even encourage sexual fraternization between students and faculty. There will be no such activities here. Do we understand each other?” The Substitute nodded, almost abstractly. His own tastes ran to mature women, and he surveyed Mrs. Cody, idly imaging what her figure must have been like when she was in her prime.

Mrs. Cody clearly didn’t need to pretend she was still young: she wore her silver hair in a French Braid down to the nape of her neck. She was wearing a white, starched blouse that resembled an archaic pique fronted wing collar shirt, the type a gentleman once wore with white tie. In place of a tie she wore an amber broach at her collar, secured with a honey coloured ribbon. Her bosom swelled out from her waist. While the years had obviously added a few pounds to her body, her waist was still relatively slender.

Mrs. Cody’s tweed skirt draped over her swelling hips and swirled as she moved between desk and the coffee table where she had placed the tea service. She looked down to refill her own cup, then reached out to take the Substitute’s cup to refill it. She froze, concerned.

“Sir!” She seemed slightly annoyed. “What’s the meaning of this?” The Substitute followed her gaze to his lap, where the results of his idle daydreaming were asserting themselves. Aroused, his cock had begun its journey to full hardness and was jutting obviously at her.

“Umm, I’m sorry about that, it must be the stimulation of the tea, perhaps, I…” She cut his explanation off with a gesture. Her lips pursed. “This is most unprofessional! I really don’t know what to do with you.”

The Substitute felt slightly off balance and very embarrassed, but he attempted a recovery. “Look, Mrs. Cody, I agree that under normal circumstances this would be inappropriate, however the whole point of The Program is to break the conventions and patterns of social behaviour that lock people into arbitrary positions of subservience.”

Mrs. Cody’s brows wrinkled and the laugh lines around her eyes deepened. “You can’t be seriously suggesting that it is appropriate for a gentleman to sit in my office in this rampant state as if it’s the most normal thing in the world, can you?”

The Substitute swallowed. “Mrs. Cody, I mean no disrespect. However, consider this: the rules of propriety are clearly in flux. A few decades ago no-one could have imagined that it would be appropriate for me to be seated in your office without clothes, or that we would be teaching classes where some or all of the students are without clothes. Yet here we are.”

Mrs. Cody nodded, but pressed her point. “Well said, however I am not questioning your nudity, rather your obvious state of priapus. What say you to that?”

The Substitute in turn nodded, stroking his chin. “I think I understand the issue. There is an underlying assumption that if some part of my conscious or unconscious worldview includes you in an aspect as a sexual figure, it necessarily diminishes or dilutes all professional aspects.”

“However, if we presume that our minds may simultaneously respect and admire a fellow professional while simultaneously holding a physical attraction, then there is no dilution of professionalism. In fact, the two may enhance each other: perhaps a gentleman may admire a lady even more for her professionalism when he considers how she must have overcome her femininity and pulchritude during past days when such things made professional advancement more challenging.”

Mrs. Cody smiled, and her hands unconsciously smoothed down her skirt. She took the cup from his thigh and filled it, handing it back to him with a smile.

“That is a very fine response. This is exactly what I’m looking for from my teachers: an ability to articulate why The Program provides advancement for society and an important part of the true education of a young gentleman or young lady.”

Instead of retaking her seat behind the desk, Mrs. Cody sat beside the Substitute on the couch. He took a sip of his tea and placed it on the table in front of them. Mrs Cody leaned next to him and he could smell just the faintest hint of a clean, citrus and floral perfume.

Her hand reached over and her fingers lightly danced up and down his thigh. “Perhaps I should inspect you and see what you are, ah, bringing to class?”

The Substitute bit back a groan. Obediently, his cock rose further. Mrs. Cody’s stroking intensified, and he felt her fingers grasping his thigh firmly. “Spread your legs,” she ordered, and he did so.

Mrs. Cody’s fingers were no longer delicately teasing him. Her free hand began to squeeze the muscles in his leg with authority. The Substitute marvelled at how she could control him so surely, so confidently, with her free hand while she sipped tea delicately with the other. Her legs were crossed elegantly, and he could see that her practical oxblood brogues were obviously well used but polished to a gleam.

Mrs. Cody probed for a pressure point inside his knee. Suddenly, her fingers seemed to bore directly into the joint of his knee and his body convulsed. Arching his back, he groaned as she expertly located a sensitive nerve point.

The Substitute's hands grasped the cushions of the couch, fingers digging in for purchase. He felt as if he would jacknife right onto the floor if he let go. His loins felt lke they were aflame. His erection pulsed, throbbing with every pounding heartbeat.

Mrs. Cody observed his reaction, pursing her lips, then spoke. “I do think that it is essential for those in our profession to have a complete command of both the body and the mind of the students in our charge, don’t you agree?” The Substitute could only nod. Although he wasn’t in actual pain, it seemed like his entire brain had been hijacked by the intense stimulation of his leg.

Mrs. Cody released his knee abruptly. He felt a sudden rush of heat through his body, and if he had been hard before, he now felt like his penis would explode as the heat reached his groin. His head seemed to swell even further and he felt like his testes were twice their usual weight and size.

As his leg muscles relaxed, they settled back to the couch and he felt their heat against his now extremely sensitive testicles. That slight brush was almost enough to drive him to orgasm, and for a moment he was striken, engulfed in a shameful fear that he would pump his seed right before Mrs. Cody's eyes, without her even touching his penis.

The thought of her hand around his member, of her stern caress, of her milking his sperm, excited him tremendously. He had a sudden vision of her testing his responsiveness, of her measuring the volume and force of his ejaculation, perhaps even tasting it. Once again he felt himself approach the brink and he tore himself away from the fantasy with a physical shudder. He shook himself and looked at Mrs. Cody.

Mrs. Cody stood over him, smoothing down her tweed skirt. Her breasts swelled beneath her starched blouse and heaved as she spoke.

“I am not going to rule you out as a teacher in my school. You do show some promise, and your physical devotion is remarkable. I may be able to do something with you in time, and with rigorous training. It will not be easy, and I cannot say whether you will succeed or fail. However, I am very busy and I have no more time for you today.

“If you wish to teach in this school, I suggest you prove yourself worthy of my time. You may begin at once. There is another teacher here who, despite having a very fine mind and, in my opinion, excellent potential to work within The Program, has not satisfied my expectations. He will be leaving the faculty today.

“His class has been disrupted by his actions and may need remedial work to be brought up to the standards of The Program. Proceed to Mr. Dilford’s classroom, observe the students, and formulate a plan of action for restoring the class to full harmony with The Program. I’ll meet you in the classroom at the end of the period to obtain your report.”

“That’s all.” Mrs. Cody turned from him, her rear swaying. She sat at her desk. The Substitute swallowed and made as if to speak.

“I said that’s all. Be so good as to close the door behind you.”

The Substitute nodded and took his leave, closing the door behind him. Mrs. Cody appeared to take no notice, busying herself with paperwork. His mind was agog as he walked down the hallway. Her mastery of the situation was breathtaking: he knew that had she desired it, he would have submitted to any degradation, to any painful act. She simply had a talent for taking control.

The Substitute also couldn’t help speculating about her body. What, he wondered, would she look like stripped of her clothes, naked and kneeling before him? Perhaps, he mused, he would allow her the ribbon around her neck to enhance her nakedness.

The Substitute was so engrossed in his daydreams that he walked to Mr. Dilford’s class and entered it without giving any thought to his own nakedness and enormous erection. He suddenly became aware of his surroundings.

“I said, what the hell is going on here?”

The Substitute blinked. He was standing in the entrance of the classroom. The voice he heard must have come from the angry man standing in front of him. Make that the angry naked man: it appeared that the class was being taught by a naked teacher.

“Mr. Dilford, I presume? I’m…” But The Substitute was interrupted.

“I don’t care who you are or what you think you’re doing here. This is my last day in this school and I’ll not tolerate anyone marching in here advertising sex, sex, sex. Get out!”

The Substitute raised his hands deferentially. “I beg your pardon, I meant no disrespect. I’m here to assist you and I certainly wish to preserve the decorum of your classroom exactly as you wish. If you’ll just give me a moment, I’m sure I’ll have things, um, under control.”

Mr. Dilford laughed. “I doubt that very much. You youngsters are all the same, not a shred of self control.” He turned to the class. “You see here why I am personally opposed to The Program. There’s a lot of fine talk about learning to accept your bodies and respect each other, but at the end of the day it turns every class into sexual education. Even the teachers need some education, like this youngster.”

“Pardon me?” The Substitute queried.

“I said you need some education. Climb up here on what used to be my desk. Hurry, there isn’t that much time left and I want to use this opportunity to discuss the importance of Passion in Literature.”

The Substitute hesitated. Mr. Dilford pressed him. “You said you are here to assist me. Well, I’m telling you how you can help. Climb up here on my desk. Go ahead, get up on the desk and lie down on your back.”

The Substitute followed Mr. Dilford’s instructions, climbing onto the desk and laying on his back. His feet dangled foolishly over the edge, his side to the students. Mr. Dilford roughly moved the Substitute so that his head was in the middle of the desk and his buttocks were on the edge. He placed The Substitute’s hands at his sides. The Substitute’s cock remained hard.

“Class,” Mr Dilford turned to the class, picking up a pointer, “I want you to observe this man as he attempts to control his passions.” Mr. Dilford began to lightly tap the pointer on The Substitute’s body, making him aware of his sensitivity to touch. He felt its rough and impersonal caress on his thighs, his belly, his armpits, and his nipples. Mr. Dilford continued his lecture.

“Writing is about passion. Through our literature we tell future generations of our passions, our desires, our inner thoughts. But to write, we must have something to write about. We must be passionate.”

The pointer now stroked The Substitute’s thighs, lightly caressing his testes as it moved into his groin. The Substitute was not calming down, he was becoming even more aroused as this stern and domineering man controlled his senses.

Mr. Dilford moved to the front of the desk and suddenly grasped The Substitute’s ankles. Lifting them up, he rolled The Substitute backwards until his body was upside down and he was resting on his shoulders with his torso in the air. Mr. Dilford expertly continued rolling The Substitute over until his knees rested on the desk behind him.

The Substitute’s neck was bent and he looked upwards at his own swollen cock. Mr. Dilford continued his harangue. “Sexual desire and gratification are all too easy to mistake for passion. And through The Program you will be exposed… I beg your pardon I did not mean to introduce a pun, I should say you will observe and participate in numerous acts of a sexual nature.”

Mr. Dilford reached out and grasped the Substitute’s cock with his free hand. The Substitute groaned softly. He was torn. He was thrilled, excited immensely by Mrs. Cody’s earlier domination of him. Submitting to her, even for such a brief moment, opened up a new world of feeling and sensation.

But he didn’t want to submit to the arrogant Mr. Dilford. He especially wanted to deny Mr. Dilford victory over him in the form of an orgasm. Yet Mr. Dilford’s controlling behaviour brought irresistible echoes of Mrs. Cody… The Substitute knew he could get up and leave the situation, but that would also be a victory for Mr. Dilford, a clear admission that Mr. Dilford had control over The Substitute’s body. If he could somehow hold out until the end of the class he would have a respite over the commanding Mr. Dilford.

Mr. Dilford began to stroke The Substitute’s cock gently as he spoke to the class. “Sex without passion is a part of human sociology and deserves description in print. But the line between pornography and literature is defined by passion, not by vocabulary. When sex occurs without passion, there is nothing to celebrate, nothing to communicate.”

Mr. Dilford looked down at The Substitute. “You poor fellow, you’re going to come, aren’t you? I can feel how much you want to release yourself, how much you want to let your juices explode from your hard cock.” The Substitute turned his head, ashamed.

“Look at me when I’m speaking to you!” Despite himself, The Substitute turned his head back, obeying Mr. Dilford’s command.

“Yes, you must obey me. You are quite the little submissive. And that shames you, doesn’t it? I can see you’re ashamed. And you don’t want to come, do you? Because you’re ashamed, isn’t that right? You don’t want to come all over yourself in front of a classroom full of adolescents, do you? And yet your shame excites you, doesn’t it? Your shame is what gives you fear and yet gives you such desire.”

With every hissing question, The Substitute’s excitement grew. Mr. Dilford’s eyes narrowed. “Your mind is open to anyone who cares to read what is printed across your face. Obviously you’ve had a little session with Mrs. Cody, and she has indulged herself.” Mr. Dilford laughed. “Oh yes, I know all about her, and I have my own plans to deal with her in the fullness of time. But now…”

As Mr. Dilford spoke of Mrs. Cody, The Substitute couldn’t help thinking of her, of how much he wanted to please her and be worthy of her. She would find his present situation disgraceful. She would be disappointed.

The Substitute thought of meeting with her later in the day. He thought of her body in his arms, moving against him, her breasts against his chest, the feeling of her bottom in his hands. He thrilled at the memory of her remarks about his manhood. Mr. Dilford continued to masturbate The Substitute and his hips began to respond. He desperately wanted to hold out, to reserve his semen for Mrs. Cody, but he was being milked expertly by Mr. Dilford. He felt his cock begin to throb and knew it was too late to stop.

“Yes, you cannot hold back, cum for me, cum right now, accept your shame and release yourself to me. Accept your submission to my control.” The Substitute cried out as Mr. Dilford’s contemptuous words struck him like a lash. He felt the rush of semen though his cock and then the hot, wet spurts as his come erupted onto his chest.

Mr. Dilford milked him, directing the spurts first here and there as The Substitute’s semen continued to shoot all over himself. Mr. Dilford made sure that the come ran down his chest and onto his face, directing one particularly long burst onto The Substitute’s neck, under his chin, and then across his lips.

The Substitute shuddered as the flows diminished until he was twitching, giving only dry, empty thrusts. He was completely drained. He collapsed from his position and curled up on the desk. He was barely aware of the bell and the sounds of the class as they rushed from the room. The school day was over.

Mr. Dilford leaned over him and whispered into his ear. “Please give my regards to Mrs. Cody. I think I hear her coming to inspect your progress.” And then he heard Mr. Dilford’s footsteps and he was alone, utterly alone.
