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עוד סיפור קטן שרשמתי. 

המקור של הסיפור הזה היה שראיתי כתבה על איסור לבישת "בורקני" בחופים בצרפת. וכמה שוטרים מבקשים ממשהי להתפשט בחוף.

בלי קשר לדעה דתית או פולטית כלשהי, חשבתי שזה יהיה נחמד לנסות לכתוב עתיד אלטרנטיבי אמין ככל הניתן שבוא המאבק על הזהות של המדינה, לנוכח גלי ההגירה והזהות החילונית החזקה במדינה, מובילים לתוצאות מפתיעות. 

סיפור ממש לא בדס"מי, הרבה יותר public nudity וייבס

 

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October 24, 2104

Lori Parker, Fashion and Style correspondent

The New York Times

A Brief History of French Nude Laws

 

As I’m writing these words, I’m sitting naked, in a crowded Parisian café. I am the only woman completely nude, but compared to the others here, I look bland.

I was sent here by my editor (who had begged me to delete my brilliant first paragraph, rude!) to cover the annual Paris fashion show, and the French president, Marine Le Pen II, speech. And what does a fashion journalist have to do with politics? To answer that question, we need to go back exactly 100 years.

 

In 2004, the first law banning some kinds of garments was passed in France. The “headscarf ban” prohibited large, obvious, “ostentatious” religious symbols in schools, including the Jewish Kippa, the Islamic veil, and large crosses. It was put in place after 15 years of debate regarding whether to allow hijabs in schools. During these 15 years around 100 girls were expelled from schools for “wearing too many clothes”. All of whom were Muslim girls.

This started a century-long tug-war between Islam and secularism in France. But instead of rope, the women's wardrobe was tugged. In 2010, the parliament passed a nationwide ban on full-face covering in public. Turning the niqab and the burqa, two Islamic items of clothing for women, illegal.

In 2016 several French cities banned the burkini, a swimwear that covers the head and the body completely, leaving the face visible.

The bans didn’t specifically target Islamic wardrobes. But the stark contrast between it and the French values was usually the catalyst. It's important to understand that the literal first article in the French constitution, the Laïcité, states the separation between the government and religion. It is the principle of secularism.

At the start of the 21st century, as more and more Muslim refugees came to Europe, and other migrants from poor countries came, seeking a better life, the contrast grew sharper. As in all mass migrations, the Muslim population tended to stay together in their own neighborhoods. But as time passed, instead of slowly integrating into the local society, these neighborhoods became more separated as the locals who could leave, left, and those who couldn’t died of old age.

They began to put up signs asking people to be considerate and not enter with a dog. Which was considered a filthy animal by Islam (side note, there is a poodle here with more clothes than me). Then it was more than just asking, and reports of missing dogs grew.

Then women, Muslim and not alike, were asked to cover themselves as they entered. A picture of such a sign at the entrance to one of these neighborhoods went viral, and all the politicians raced to put all religious clothing outside the law. This did not go well. First, since all religious groups objected. Second, defining what religious clothing is, turned out to be more legally challenging than expected. And on top of that, Muslim women figured they could simply wear long, and baggy clothes, scarves, hats, and sunglasses. Some even wore face masks as if they were sick. These surely couldn’t be outlawed.

French women were still harassed in the streets. But the first violent case of Muslim migrants trying to force their faith was the burning of a small grocery store in the middle of such neighborhoods. It was an old institution kept alive by its old owner who refused to relocate and refused to stop selling pork. The man was not injured but the store was gone.

The feeling was that something must be done, and the Muslim women's clothes were the target. Special “strip squads” were formed. City patrols randomly asked overly covered women to remove a hat or a mask. If refused, a fine was given.

However, the French miscalculated the adherence of the Muslim followers. Getting a fine became a status symbol. Many Muslim women showed off the penalties on social media, and their community praised them as heroes. It even began a trend of young French women, who purposely wore baggy clothes and then refused to undress, all in the hopes of getting a fine to post online, under the hashtag #MyBodyMyChoise.

The sympathy the younger generation showed toward Islam frightened the French establishment and drove it into action.

Many agree that the turning point began, as all new social order began, at the schools. The French government ruled that during all classes, no matter the time of year, a student was not allowed to wear any head or neck cover. No hats, sunglasses, or masks of any kind. The law was considered extremely controversial, opposed by religious and feminist groups alike. It even got a condemnation from the EU. Moreover, since the law applied only to public schools, many Muslim families opted to send their children to privet Muslim schools. Hence backfiring and increasing the separation.

The second major milestone was at a small beach in Marseille, where a group of Muslims asked for a separate beach, saying that the way women dressed at the beach prevented them from using this public resource. Since at the time, Marseille had a large Muslim community and the election year found the mayor in a bad position, he agreed to a strip of beach that would be open to the public but, during specific hours of the week, would only be allowed to enter in modest clothing, meaning below the knee, pass the elbows and head cover. This small municipal decision made its way up to the supreme court.

The supreme court overruled this decision, on the basis that access to a public resource cannot be conditioned on the beliefs of one group. The parliament took it a step further, and after a year the “bikini law” had passed. Stating that any beach in France had a mandatory dress code for women, bikini, or less.

The lines marking the borders of the beach where the law is in effect became known as “bikini lines”. This also marked the first time a piece of clothing became strictly regulated since the term “bikini” had to be precisely defined. These led to a few unforeseen outcomes.

First, the term “French bikini” was coined. Much like how only champagne that had originated from the Champagne region in France could be legally called champagne, so did bikinis that stand in the regulation could be could bikinis in France. In the rest of the world, they became known as “French bikinis”.

Second, the loss of creativity. Once a global leader in the fashion industry the French major fashion houses opposed the regulation on what they considered as art. While often limitations could do good to art, this time the limitations had annihilated the production of swimwear by major French manufacturers.

And finally, a major increase in prices. Since the garment was so heavily regulated and had almost no local production. Almost all bikinis were imported, so import tax was added, on top of the inspection cost of important goods. And since only France, a relatively small market on the global scale was buying the ugly, heavily regulated clothes, it wasn’t economically valuable to mass produce. Hence the small amount that was produced was extremely expensive. But the main force that drove the price up was that women with money, usually older women who wished to go the beach but retain some cover, were basically hostages, and were willing to pay almost any price.

Thus, the anomaly of the “French bikini” was born. An ugly, unimaginative, two pieces of clothing that cost a minimum of 3,000 USD.

Many young French women could not afford such a price. Many families of young girls didn’t want to spend exuberant amounts of money on an outfit that would be outgrown in a year. And no one wanted to buy second-hand underwear. Thus, assisted by the already prevailing culture of being topless at the beach, and all-around acceptance of nudity, many young French women opted for the “or less” part of the law and attended the beach fully nude.

This process was not instantaneous. But over the years, and especially as the young generation of girls for whom attending the beach naked was the norm, seeing a non-naked woman on a French beach became a rare sight, and usually it would be an older woman, passed her fifties.

As this phenomenon grew, two subsequent social phenomena grew as well:

The first was the increase in body enhancements.  Since most young women attended the beach naked, there was no form of cover and self-expression. Many girls began to take physical fitness very seriously to make sure that when naked, they look the best they can. The men soon followed, and public health increased, and the obesity rate dropped. Moreover, as technology advanced, the application and removal of tattoos became as standard as doing nails, and many girls had various tattoos on their bodies. The added benefit of having more canvas to work on meant that tattoos began to appear in places previously uncommon. The third form of self-expression was jewelry. These had no limitation under the bikini law and many girls began to wear more braces on all limbs. Over time piercing has increased in popularity, as well as piercing in the nipples and gentiles, often with a stylish chain dangling or connecting different piercings.

The second phenomenon was known as the “expansion of the bikini line”. Since France had no laws against public nudity, the point furthest away from the beach where people felt comfortable being naked increased over time. This too was not an instantaneous change. It started small. Instead of stripping right at the bikini line, women began to strip in the parking lot of the beach because it saved the hassle of carrying the clothes and getting them filled with sand. Then grabbing a beer and light meal at a simple restaurant near the beach didn’t seem worth getting dressed for. After that, the girls who grew up in the beach towns of France, when walking to the beach from their home simply didn’t bother with clothes. For them, beach meant nudity, and especially in the smaller towns, where everyone knew each other, it wasn’t uncommon for a girl to be seen naked on the beach by all the townsfolks as she grew up, elders and classmates alike. Therefore, when a group of friends planned to go to the beach together, the girls would more often than not leave their houses naked. Then it wasn’t just the beach. If the whole town had already seen you naked, and you and they are simply indifferent to this fact why wouldn’t you go on a short trip to pick up the mail naked? Buy groceries? Many girls in these towns would sometimes spend weeks completely naked, especially during summertime, which as the effects of global warming increased, seemed to be longer with every passing year.

These two phenomena began in the beach towns. And it took many years before the general public of France did the same. For many years the “nudist culture” of the beach towns was a tourist attraction. Some came simply to look at the strange sight, others gained sexual pleasure from looking at the naked young women. Some came to take part in the local culture and go naked themselves. These women came alone, with a partner or a group of other female friends. These tourists, those who came from inland France were the ones to carry the tradition inward and extend the bikini line even further. In this case, as well, the young generation brought the change. It became somewhat of a tradition for high school seniors, after graduating to go for a summer party on one of the nation's beaches. While at first, it seemed like a trick by some horny teens to see their female classmates naked, this tradition became a rite of passage for young women. Symbolizing entrance into womanhood and accepting your body.

The shift in public perspective started with the feminist movement. The bikini law was initially opposed by feminist groups, saying forcing a woman to wear anything, hijab or bikini is wrong. When women opted to go naked many feminist groups cried out in horror. But as the phenomena grew, and its positive psychological effects on the beach town’s girls were well researched and documented, the tide had turned in the feminist movement. Going naked became the feminist thing to do. And after the feminist were on board it penetrated the mainstream culture as well.

It started slowly, but 30 years after the bikini law was passed, seeing a topless woman in the street of Paris was, while uncommon still, not a jaw-dropping event. Many women sported various levels of nudity. Some went topless, some with just one boob out. Others had skirts that had a side slit so high it occasionally flashed the crouch area. The French fashion industry, which initially took a blow to its reputation had a renaissance. Now that the constraints of modesty had been lifted, a flood of creativity swept the clothing stores. Lingerie and clothes began to mix. A matching bra and skirt became a popular outdoor outfit. Many celebrities partnered with the major fashion brands and competed to see who would have the most daring outfit. And before long nude actresses could be seen outside the movie scenes.

This radical new culture sipped into the Muslim population. By now a third generation of French Muslims was born and in it forming teenage years. While the Muslims tried very hard to maintain their culture and separation, time and proximity eroded the barriers. Most Muslim girls stopped wearing any kind of religious attire. And short shirts and pants were commonplace.

Of course, these trends didn’t go without resistance. Conservative groups in the public opposed and tried to stop the “naked plague”. The loudest of the voices was indeed the Muslim population, but both secular conservatives, mainly older ones, and all other religions opposed the trends. Through protests, social media activity, and legal manners they tried to push against it. Their main agenda was the right to modesty. They could not impose on others what to do with their body, not for lack of trying, but simply because it was so unthinkable in France in those days. They claimed it’s a basic right to be able to go down the street, your street, without encountering a naked person. And since the trends took decades to penetrate mainstream urban thought, it gained traction at first. Serious talks about setting nude-only areas, to non-nude areas to outright banning nudity in cities were taking place. The extremists of the time even claimed that nudity in any public area should be banned altogether and that the trend was simply an anomaly of a badly written law decades ago, and not an ideology.

At the pick of tension, the murder of Emmanuelle Qasim took place. Emmanuelle was a famous French actress of Syrian descent. Her family came to France as refugees during the Syrian civil war. She was technically Muslim; her Muslim father had married a French woman. But she was raised in a secular home, her parents encouraged her acting career, and the only times she practiced any form of Islam was during her father’s family events. Where sometimes she was expected to wear a hijab. But by all accounts, her views on Islamic traditions were favorable, and often remembered with fondness. Her superstar status and her unique background gave her opinion on the matter a larger weight.

She made her opinion on the matter very clear on the night of her new movie premiere. Qasim had attended the red carpet ceremony naked except for a burka that completely covered her face. She wore golden bracelets on her hands, each had 3 delicate golden chains connected to her nipple piercing, her labia piercing, and her matching golden bracelet on her leg. This was an extremely shocking outfit for the time, and what made it even more shocking was the fact that up to this moment, Qasim had never appeared naked (in any form) both in public and in film. Even the fact that she had body piercings came as a shock, and many people assumed she had them specifically for this outfit. With that, the beautiful actress made her stance clear. Forcing a woman to wear clothes is wrong. But denying women to wear something is wrong as well, since at the time as you may recall, wearing any form of face covering was illegal. When confronted by this fact she famously said, “I’m already in chains”. Qasim had tried to walk the middle ground.

A week after her red-carpet protest, Qasim was murdered by her cousin. In his investigation, he often cited the Quran and claimed that Emmanuelle had dishonored the family. It is commonly accepted among researchers that this moment marked the shift in the debate on nudity from mostly a generational divide, to an ideological one. Moreover, this shockingly violent act stopped all talks and legislation regarding the limitation on nudity almost overnight. Most groups who oppose the nudist trend, like the conservatives or the Jews stopped their campaigns and tried to distance themselves as much as possible from the extremist Muslim side. Thus shifting the debate again to, in the most basic of terms, pro-nudity or pro-Islam.

Naturally, the public had gravitated toward the pro-nudity side. Now walking naked was not only a feminist act, but it was also a patriotic, anti-terror act. A trend of recreating the famous “Liberty Leading the People” painting had gone viral.

 

 

More and more French women, all across the country had begun to walk naked more often, with revealing clothes, including piercings and tattoos for holistic outfits. The date of Emmanuelle Qasim's death became protest day, where each year almost all the women in France would strip naked, and many would have some form of chain jewelry to symbolize the shackling jewelry Qasim had worn to the red carpet.

Of course, it didn’t mean all women were naked all the time.  Most elderly women preferred to wear clothes. Be at as a health concern or see themselves as past their prime. But even then, the clothes were minimal, and you would be hard-pressed to find a single bra in France. During the winter, everyone wore clothes to keep them warm outside. And during important official meetings, women wore clothes. It was still perceived as casual wear. No politician or a businesswoman would go naked to an official meeting. They won't even wear anything less than full suits.

Two of the most surprising effects of this cultural phenomenon were in the medical field. The first was the invention of the suppressing menstrual pill. Most women didn't want to have their period while walking naked, therefore, especially during the summers, women would often take menstrual-suppressing pills. This way the age of childbearing women rose, since the same number of eggs lasted longer over the years. The second and perhaps the most important one was the invention of the cure for skin cancer. Since a lot of women began to constantly walk naked a lot of skin area was exposed to the sun, and therefore the risk for skin cancer grew. This was evident in the data. The number of cases of skin cancer in French women had increased as the nudity trend grew. It far exceeded the rate in men and the rate of other women in different countries. There was no denying that the nudity trend was the cause. Many conservative groups use this as an additional claim against the nudity trend. Some religious groups claimed it was punishment.

The first reaction was to encourage the use of sunscreen. It was generally accepted and most women knew of the benefits, but it also made them feel sticky and gave their skin a certain shine. An industry of next-generation sunscreen has risen, offering a variety of creams in different scents, intensity, and clarity. But it was still considered a hustle. Since France was a leading and rich nation there was a lot of funding going to new research on skin cancer, and it paid off. A permanent treatment for skin cancer was developed. Now a simple test and a pill would solve the problem.

It is important to note that it was never forced. Any woman who chose to walk naked did so of her own volition. And concerning the growing Muslim population, they eventually assimilated into the general French population. Since the French people had held to their core beliefs and values the Muslim population had no choice but to accept it, realizing there was no chance to change their environment. The gated communities were heavily restricted, and the French government invested a lot of resources to disperse the concentrations of Muslims around the country. Nowadays seeing a naked Muslim girl is a common sight in France.

The latest nudity scandal occurred a year ago in a small airport in south France. A French security guard ordered a Muslim woman from Lebanon, who came to visit her family in a small town nearby, to strip naked during a security check. The woman wore traditional clothes, which raised the suspicion of the young guard who had never seen such a thing. When she was asked to remove the clothes, in the middle of the line, and then naturally refused, it raised an even higher suspicion. She was forcibly stripped naked in the middle of the airport and taken to investigation. Under the various laws written throughout the century, it was legal (under the concern of a security risk), but this incident made it clear that while nudity was common and allowed it should not be forced. And always treated with care. Since the Muslim and religious groups in the country have long lost their power and influence, many began to wonder why there were still laws that dictated what a woman could or couldn’t wear.

After a year’s work to remove all these laws, the French president addressed the issue at the opening ceremony of the annual Paris fashion show: “100 years passed since the first law prohibiting religious attire in public school was written. Now every French woman can decide what to wear, when to wear it, or if to wear it. This is the true meaning of freedom.” It was the first time, a French president, or any politician, showed up to work naked.

 

תלמידה בקולג' מאבדת את כל הבגדים שלה במהלך סיור במוזיאון, ונקשרת עם קולר ורצועה. 

 

זה הפרק השלישי בסדרה שאני רושם (יש 10 פרקים מתוכננים).

אנני היא תלמידה אמריקאית בקולג' הבינלאומי של מדינת בולרס. יש לה נטייה להיכנס למצבים בדסמים בפומבי ומבלי כוונה.

היא גרה עם השותפה שלה הצרפתייה , ג'ולס. סטודנטית לקולנוע. 

 

לא חייבים לקרוא את הפרקים הקודמים כדי להבין את העלילה, וכל פרק הוא (כמעט) סיפור בפני עצמו. יש כאן רק מונח אחד ששווה להכיר:

 

S.E.D. - Silence Enforcer Device - מכשיר חינוכי המבטיח שקט במהלך שיעור (בייסקלי בולגאג) :)

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Annie and Jules stood together in the queue for the bus. Today was the first day of the two-day field trip they had. Today they were visiting a museum. Annie packed a small luggage, with some clothes and things for the shower.

As each student was marked ‘check’ on showing up, they handed their luggage to the bus driver to be placed in the trunk. When Annie approached the bus door, the bus driver smirked. “Miss Jackson, you seem very clothed today.”

“Bite me.”

“Is that the way to treat the knight in shining armor who carried you home that day?”

‘That day’ refers to Annie's last ordeal. After losing her skirt and panties, and having the entire school spank her, she went home on the bus like any other day, but by the time school was over her ass was so red she couldn’t sit down at the bus. And she was forced to stand up bottomless in the middle of the aisle for everyone to watch, including the driver, who should’ve been looking at the road.

“If you think your disgusting bus is some sort of white horse, you must be on more drugs than I thought.”

He laughed. “Tell you what. Flash me those perky tits of yours and when we’ll come back, I’ll give you a special ride, straight to your house.”

“Eww,” was all that Annie said.

Tamar Levi, Annie’s illustration teacher, interrupted them, “Annie, stop harassing the driver and get in, I don’t want to be late.”

“Sorry Miss Levi,” Annie said.

“Tamar,” The teacher said, reminding Annie of her preference to be called by her first name.

Annie smiled and gave the bus driver her luggage, and he smiled taking it. Out of the three Miss Levi was the only one with a genuine smile, with hints of wrinkles forming around her crystal blue eyes and thin lips. Not that Miss Levi was old, she was still in her 30’s, she simply was a happy person, who smiled a lot. 

***

Walking around the museum was an absolute joy. The artworks in this museum were plenty, diverse, and relatable. None of those modern paintings, which were just a strip of blue on a white canvas, and cost thousands of dollars. The school hired a guide to give the tour and provide explanations. His passionate approach and Miss Levi’s insightful comments caused even the more cynical students, those who didn’t view museum art as worthwhile, to linger on a piece for more than a few moments at a time.

While the class half circled a painting, with the guide in the middle explaining the composition of the characters, Annie felt the need to pee. She asked the guide for directions to the bathroom and was told to go down the aisle and look for a sign.

The sign was hard to miss. It spelled “Bathroom” with broken TV screens, computers, keyboards, and all kinds of tech that were probably recovered in a scrap yard. Annie opened the door next to the sign. It led to an empty hallway. She looked around trying to find more bathroom signs. But she found none. Annie started walking, opening all the doors she came across.

The first door she saw was locked, and so was the second. She passed a few more doors and a few more turns, but she couldn’t find the bathroom. And the more she walked the more a feeling of entering a forbidden place increased, like going backstage in a show she wasn’t on. After ten minutes of searching and with a growing need to relieve herself she reached a turn where she told herself that if she didn’t see any sign after it, she’d go back.

But right when she took the turn, she crashed into something and hit her head. She heard metal falling on the ground, making an awful, loud sound. Annie was in pain. She reached her hands up instinctively to protect herself from whatever shower of objects was raining down on her right now. When she finally opened her eyes all she could see was red. Panic got hold of her.

Is… is that blood?

Her heart raced, and with shaky hands she tried to feel for a wound in her head.

“What are you doing here?” someone yelled.

Annie jumped, scared to death. She looked up to where the voice came from. Her eyes took a minute to adjust. But then saw an old man standing on an 8 feet tall platform, holding a brush with a red tip. She looked around herself. She saw a ladder right in front of her. And a can of red paint spilled on the floor. She looked at herself and saw the red paint covering all her clothes.

“Young lady, are you all right? You took a little hit there. I hope it’s nothing serious.” the old man sounded worried now, almost caring.

“Hmm yeh, I’m fine. I think. Just a little startled. That’s all.” Annie calmed down. Her head still hurt, and she was still a bit shocked.

“Good. But you still haven’t answered my question. What are you doing here?”

“I got lost, I guess. I was looking for the bathroom and I followed that weird tech sign here.”

The old man’s expression changed like he was offended.  “Young lady! Border Kalley’s work on modern technology might look like a bathroom sign, but it is most certainly not one.”

“Oh, wait so, that was an artwork? It’s kind of misleading you know. I didn’t get it.”

“Someone of your generation not understanding that piece. Ha, now that’s what I call irony.” he chuckled at his joke.

“I didn’t get that either.”

“Of course you didn’t my dear.” Annie wasn’t sure if to be offended by his last remark. But before she could ask for clarification the old man continued. “In any case, you made a bit of a mess there. I’ll call for someone to clean it. There is an employee bathroom down this hall, you can use it to clean yourself up.”

“Wow really? Thank you, sir, it’s very nice of you.”

***

Annie stood alone in the bathroom, looking in the mirror she saw that her hair, face, and clothes were all red. She lightly touched the bruise on her head, to check if it was swollen.

“Ouch.”

And to make matters worse she noticed that she had peed herself. Back when she got hurt and startled.

“Damn it.”

Annie stripped naked. If anyone would come in, it would be a woman. And while it would be strange, Annie told herself it wouldn’t be different from any public women's shower.  She placed her shirt, skirt, and knee-high socks in a sink under running water. She threw her dirty panties into the trash; she had no use for them anymore. And her bra, which was the only piece of clothing she had that wasn’t covered in paint, she hung on a stall door. Annie spent fifteen minutes washing her hair. Then she tried to clean as much as she could from her face and body, using damp and dry paper towels. She was dripping all over the place, and the sense of the cheap paper on her skin was irritating. But she kept going, taking extra time to reach her back. And a good amount of time on her legs, using soap there to clean any trace of pee. After she was convinced that any red on her body was only the result of hard scrubbing and not paint, she turned to check on her clothes.

She started with her shoes. She cleaned the drops of red paint and spent some time on the soles as well, removing as much paint as she could. She figured she could take her time since she needed that time to dry off after the improvised sink shower. And while she wouldn’t admit it, the feeling of the cold air on her naked body was nice, and she didn’t mind staying like that for a while.

Once she had finished with the shoes she checked the sink with her clothes.

“Oh, fudge!” She yelled, “I’m such an idiot! How could I forget?”

She pulled out her school shirt from the sink. The red paint was off, and so was the shirt’s opaqueness. She forgot that when wet, the school’s white shirts turned extremely transparent. She placed her hand underneath it, and she could see her hand through two layers of fabric. She panicked. She tried to squeeze all the water out and dry the shirt under the hand dryer. But with no luck. It was soaking wet. The skirt was in a better shape. It didn’t turn see-through, but it soaked much more water. She rolled and twisted the skirt, removing what water she could. She did the same for the socks.

Except for her bra, all of Annie’s clothes were wet. She knew it would take them a long time to dry off completely. She looked down at her naked body. it still had a shine of wetness. She moved her hands across her body. squeezing her tits and pussy in frustration every time she passed them.

Not again. Why does this keep happening to me? I’m stuck naked again. Should I just put on the wet clothes and go back to class? Should I wait? No… if I’ll show up with messed up clothing I’ll be spanked. If I’ll return in two, or three hours after my clothes dried off, I’ll be punished as well. maybe I’ll go back like this. I mean the whole class had already seen every part of me. Just not all the parts at the same time. It’s technically legal and the school apparently won’t punish me for that. And if I’m honest, I don’t mind being naked… It’s… kind of nice.

A sharp thought penetrated her mind.

Stop it! You are not going naked. You have spare clothes in your luggage, you idiot.

Annie calmed. She had a plan. She’ll go to the bus and get the spare clothes she had there. Meanwhile, she would leave some of her clothes here to dry off. Besides she can't be wet when she puts on the new shirt because then it will turn transparent as well. Annie placed her shirt under the wall-mounted hand drier. Using her sock, she jammed the ‘ON’ button to remain pressed. The loud noise of the hot air drier filled the room. Annie tried putting her shoe on without a sock, but it was too painful. And putting just one shoe on one side was too uncomfortable. So, Annie decided to leave her shoes and single sock under the stream of hot air as well.

Annie put on her dry bra and wet skirt. She made her way back to the old man and asked him for directions to the bus parking lot. Luckily for her, not only there is a way there that didn’t go through the museum itself, but the old man was so caught up in his work he didn’t even bother to look in Annie’s direction, saving her some humiliation.

***

It was a pleasant day outside. The door the old man pointed at led right to the back parking lot. Annie looked around and was pleased not to see a single person. She wanted to spring but being barefoot meant she felt every small rock on the round. And it hurt like hell. Annie walked slowly then; toward the line of buses she saw from afar. She found the bus parking in line with other buses. She couldn’t believe her luck to make it all the way here without being seen by a single person. Of course, it will all have to change when the bus driver sees her. She looked around the bus hoping to meet the driver. But she didn’t. And then it occurred to her that she didn’t really think of the possibility that he wouldn’t be here. She tried knocking on the bus door, hoping he was inside, taking a nap. She knocked as hard as she could.

If he’s not here maybe I’ll break the glass and open the trunk myself.

But the driver was there. He came to the door looking somewhat dizzy like he did just wake up from a nap. He came to his senses fast when he saw who was waiting outside. A huge smile was stuck on his face when he opened the door.

“Don’t!” Annie quickly remarked while pointing a finger at him as a sign of warning.

“I don’t want to hear any comments. All I need is for you to open the trunk and I’ll get my luggage. Ok?” Annie tried to keep a serious look on her face while she talked, to show she was not in the mood for funny business. And despite the list of witty remarks the bus driver had in mind, “ok.”  was his sole response walking down the steps.

Annie was surprised by this response.

Maybe the serious look has something in it. She thought.

“But I don’t work for free.”

And maybe not.

“Just open the trunk, I’ll get the luggage out and back. It’s hardly work on your behalf.”

“Fine, suit yourself. You can go back to the museum dressed like this. It’s not my problem.”

Annie stared at him. Trying to measure whether his serious. He turned to go up the steps, so Annie stopped him. She gave in and asked him for his price.

“Show me your tits. Don’t get me wrong, your ass and pussy were very nice, but I have always been a boobs kind of guy, you know?” Annie blushed at the way he talked about her private parts so easily. Annie stared at him again, trying to test him. “Well, I ain’t got all day. And so do you, I guess. When I see your tits, the trunk is yours.”

With a groan of defeat and anger, she raised her bra above her breasts.

“Happy?” she asked.

He lingered for a few moments, before using his remote key to open the trunk. Annie let go of her bra and went to find herself some clothes. But as soon as she got close to the trunk it closed again.

“Hay! What the fudge man?” Annie demanded to know. “We had a deal you pig!”

“Well, yes, we had a deal. ‘When I see your tits, the trunk is yours.’ I don’t see your tits, so the trunk isn’t yours. Quite clever don’t you think?” The bus driver was smirking an even wider grin than before.

Annie didn’t see any point in arguing. He already saw her tits (and every other part of her body). This time she pulled her bra down, and yank each of her breasts out. it wasn’t very comfortable but this way her hands were free to work. And considering recent events, there is no way she would voluntarily take her bra off.

Annie worked hard and fast to get the luggage out. But her bra kept riding back up. When it did so, the driver immediately closed the trunk. He laughed each time.

Asshole.

The third time it happened Annie was in the trunk itself.

“Hey!” Annie banged on the doors from inside.

“Sorry babe. I don’t make the rules.”

“Open the door!” Annie felt claustrophobic in the dark and panic took hold.

“I don’t see your boobs.”

He’s going to leave me here to die.

“Please open the door. I promise I won’t cover my boobs again.”

Annie waited a moment in the dark, not sure if he heard her. Then the trunk popped open. And Annie had already unclasped her bra and handed it to the driver.

“I’ll hold on to it.”

All Annie had on now was her skirt, wet and commando style.

She regained her strength and kept working.  She stopped a couple of times to rest and pulled her skirt down after it rode up as she worked. All the while the driver was watching from the side, admiring the look.

Finally, after taking out all the luggage, with sweat covering her body, panting, she asked, “I don’t get it. Where is my luggage? I’ve looked through all of them twice. And mine isn’t here.”

The bus driver looked baffled too. Narrowing his eyes like he was trying to remember something. “Oh right… I never put your stuff in the trunk. Ha! How funny!”

“Funny?! Funny?! How is this funny? Why didn’t you put my luggage here!?” Annie was furious. She didn’t care her tits were out, she just wanted to punch him.

“Well, you were talking shit about me and my bus earlier. I wasn’t gonna do shit for you,” he said in an apologetic tone. Like a child who knew he did something wrong.

“Are you insane? All my clothes were there, what am I supposed to wear now? Tell me!”

“I didn’t think you’d care much. The janitor told me you are some kind of nudist, that you didn’t like wearing clothes. And… look even now, you still have your tits out, and you are not even wearing panties.”

Annie looked down and saw her skirt rode up so high her pussy was showing.

“I’m not a nudist!” She decisively pulled her skirt back down.

“Give it back.” Annie motioned to the bra in his hand.

“Put the luggage back first.”

“You know what? Fuck you.” Annie said and went back without her bra.

“Hey! You didn’t put the shit back! We had a deal.”

***

 

Once inside Annie took long breaths to calm herself down. She considered the consequences of what just happened. Not having her luggage meant she would have to go commando for the next two days. She didn’t have a bra either but maybe that can be fixed. Right now, she was standing in the empty hallway, with nothing but a skirt.

I hope my shirt has dried out by now.

Annie made her way back to the bathroom. It was a challenge to find them. But when she began to recognize specific milestones, telling her she was getting close, she began to smell smoke. It grew stronger as she approached the bathroom.

“Shit!” Annie bolted to the bathroom. Inside she saw her clothes burning. She opened the tap and tried to put water on the fire with her hands, cupping them to get as much water as possible. But it was too little. Then she awkwardly tried to direct the running water onto the marble where her clothes were burning, but that too didn’t help. She couldn’t get the water to the fire.

I need to get the fire to the water.

She left all the taps running and then she tried to push the bundle of burning clothes to the sink. But it was too hot. It wasn’t a small fire. She had to do something quick. She looked around hoping to find a broomstick or something she could grab and use as protection. She couldn’t find any. She hurriedly took her skirt off. It was wet and there was enough of it to wrap around her arm. She slid the pile of clothes in one swift motion into the nearest sink. But it wasn’t all the clothes. Her sock was still jammed inside the ON button.

“Crap.”

She tried to loosen it free, but it was jammed hard, and the melting plastic fused with the sock and made it even harder to detach. The heat began to hurt. Her skirt began to catch on fire as well. Every time it did so Annie ran to the sink to put it out and reorder the skirt so her palm would have cover. She was down to the little fabric left on her skirt. She knew it was now or never. She thrusted her hand violently to the ON button, grabbed as much matter as she could, and yanked it out. it worked. She placed the burning mess in an available sink, sock, plastic, and skirt. There was no more fire.

The smell of smoke and burnt plastic stung her nose. She panted.

I almost died.

She inspected herself. Making sure the adrenaline hadn’t masked any injuries. She turned around and used the mirror. All she saw was her perfect, yet sweaty, naked self.

she stood still. The sound of water dripping on the floor after the fabric had clogged the sink woke her up. She shut off all the taps and inspected the clothes. There was nothing left. Even her skirt didn’t survive. She was utterly and completely naked.

Annie had no time to consider her options. The smell of smoke spread, and she heard people outside searching for the source. They were getting close. Annie ran to the door. She peeked outside and saw a group of people walking away from the door. Now is her chance. She ran to the opposite side with no plan in mind.

“Hey!” she heard coming from behind her.

Shit, they spotted me.

Annie just kept running. Maybe she can lose them. Maybe she’ll stumble across a magical pile of clothes she could borrow too. She ran fast.  She tried to open random doors for a place to hide. They were all locked. She kept running. She didn’t hear anyone behind her but that didn’t matter. Her mind was in autopilot mode. She saw a large door in front of her.

There. The exit. I’ll run back to the bus and steal someone else’s clothes.

Annie ran and burst through the door.

“Annie!” her teacher yelled. The whole class stared at the odd sight. “Where on earth have you been? You have been gone for almost an hour! We were worried sick about you.”

“I… I..” Annie’s brain froze. She now stood in front of her class, and some curious visitors, completely naked.

“Told you she was off doing some of her kinky stuff,” one of the boys remarked.

“Hash you!” The teacher scolded him and quickly resumed the matter at hand. She signaled Annie to approach her, and Annie complied. She came closer to the class while covering her breasts with one hand and her pussy with another.

“Tamar please I can explain. I…”

“I’m really, really, not interested in what you have to say. Leaving the group like that, all by yourself. Do you have any idea how dangerous it is?” Her voice had a genuine concern for Annie. And a complete lack of interest in her state of dress. With a sigh of disappointment, Miss Levi pulled a blue handbook from her bag.

Oh God no.

“Now I’ll admit I had issues with this country's strange education practices. But you left me no choice. And besides I heard the treatment you got so far was very effective. In terms of bad language.”

Quoting from the book, Miss Levi said, “During out-of-school activities, students that are prone to get lost, either by mistake or intent, i.e. run away, must wear the Keep Close device. In the case of a lost student reunited with the group, he or she must wear the KC immediately. Regardless of previous behavior.”

Miss Levi looked through her bag again. She took out what looked like a first aid kit, but it was labeled “mobile disciplinary kit”. She opened it up and took out a KC device. A black leather collar and a leash.

“Here, put this on,” she handed her the collar. Annie didn’t take it. Doing so would mean removing one hand from her private parts. Putting it on would mean removing both.

“I can’t…” Annie said, about to cry.

The teacher looked at her, sympathetically.

Maybe if I cry, she’ll let it go. Come on eyes! Tear up!

“Oh, I know you must be scared”

Yes!

“But look, it’s made of strong materials. There is no way it will snap, and you’ll get lost again.”

With a cracking sound, she snapped the leash a couple of times as a testimony of its toughness.

“I won’t let you out of my sight,” she reassured her.

Are you kidding me!? Does the leash being torn look like it worries me? You can’t think of anything else that might bother me?

Annie gave up on making Miss Levi aware of her embarrassment. She looked around at all the people staring at her. Annie mustered her courage and took the black collar with both hands. She tinkered with it until she found out how to open it. She did it slowly, hoping it would calm her down, and signal to the others it was not that big of a deal for her. That it didn’t faze her, being completely nude in front of them. That they had no power over her. But with her body now on full display the chatter and giggles around her increased. More and more people gathered around to see the naked student. She was not as brave as she had hoped. She hurried to put the collar on and tighten it, quickly covering herself again.

Miss Levi checked the collar. Displeased with being able to shove two fingers between the collar and Annie’s neck, she tightened it more, until there wasn’t room for even one small finger. It made Annie feel like a child who needed assistance with a simple task.

Miss Levi then attached the leash and secured the connection with a lock. She then secured the collar itself with a lock. Tugging twice at the leash as a check, the teacher was pleased with her work.

Miss Levi opened the handbook again and continued where she had stopped “Educational note: in order to increase collaboration between students, as well as the feeling of mutual caring and friendship, it is recommended that one of the students will be in charge of the KC device.”

She closed the book and looked at the class. “Anyone willing to help Annie? I’m sure she’ll appreciate it.” every boy in the class raised his hand. As well as some mean-looking girls, Jules among them.

“Timmy! Excellent, thank you for being such a good friend.”

He took the leash and pulled Annie close. He placed one hand over her shoulders and squeezed her even closer to him. “Sure thing ma’am. Anything for Annie.”  He smiled with joy. Miss Levi let out a little “Aww” sound, touched by his kind words. The tour guide, worried about the time left, tried to regain control of the class.

“Alright you guys, glad we found the missing student. But there are a lot more works of art for us to see. Follow me please.”

The class continued its tour, moving from one piece of art to another. All the while Annie was covering herself. Timmy's tugging caused her to instinctively grab onto the leash and expose herself. So she tried to stay close to Timmy as much as possible, But then he would shorten the leash and tug again. Since he kept his hand down, Annie had to bend a bit to alleviate the tugs and pulls. It made her feel like she was putting her ass on display. And there was an audience. The group of students grew bigger. Random visitors decided to join the group and have an up-close look at the naked teen.

I can’t believe this is actually happening! I feel so exposed, and horny? Why the fuck am I horny? Oh god, I really want just to rub my clit. Well, my hand is already down there… No! Bad girl! There are people in here. God how the hell did I get myself to another public humiliation?!

The class made it to the modern photography exhibit and the guide let the class roam around alone and inspect the pieces themselves. Annie, Timmy, and Jules looked at a piece together.

“I don’t get it, sorry,” Timmy said. “Photography is such a lame form of art.”

“You are an imbecile,” Jules said, offended. Her French accent was very prominent.

“It’s just snapshotting life with a piece of tech. The engineers who built the camera should get most of the credit. Where is the intent? Where is the creativity?”

Jules's face got red “What do you mean no creativity? It’s all about creativity. How to capture the right moment in time. The right photo can tell the story of an entire war, in a single frame.”

“Whatever, it’s just a picture of a building Frenchy,” he said and motioned with the hand holding the leash. Tugging Annie.

“Hey!” Annie protested. “Watch it, Timmy.”

“Here look at petite Annie,” Jules pointed at her.

“I wouldn’t call her petite,” Timmy said and moved the leash violently from side to side, causing Annie’s tits to jiggle, despite her attempts to contain them. He laughed but Jules ignored him.

“So beautiful, so out of place. Like a modern Greek goddess. If I had my camera here, I could take ten pictures of her right now, and all of them would be better than your doodles.”

“I don’t doodle,” Timmy said. “I create manga. Not that you idiot would know what it is. Am I right Annie?”

Annie was ready to enter the conversation “Amm ahh, I don’t know what manga is, but I agree with Timmy.” She said, slightly bent trying to ease the tension in the leash and looking up at the two.

“You are?” both Jules and Timmy asked at the same time.

“Yes, I never really understood photography. But I like movies though.” Her last remark came as an attempt to appease Jules.

Jules perked her lips to the side, giving her a mouse-like look. “Americans” was all she said as she left.

“Yeh, we are!” Timmy shouted back vulgarly. “And we stick together right Annie?” he said and pulled her close. placing a hand on her ass.

***

It was lunchtime. Each student got a factory-made sandwich. Annie asked Timmy to grab a sandwich for her, but he raised one hand holding the leash and another holding his food to indicate he had no way of holding hers. reluctant to let go of her private parts she bent to grub one using her mouth, giving all the people behind her a good view of her ass. Timmy went to sit on a wall bench next to some other classmates. There was no sit left on the bench, and Annie could tell he did that on purpose. But she didn’t mind. She rather kneel on the floor than sit on a chair. This way she could hide her private bottom parts and free up one hand for eating.

Timmy tried to pull Annie to sit and kneel right in front of him, right next to his legs. Which he had opened wide as to make room for Annie’s food, like a small table next to his cock.

“Pfft,” Annie muttered. She sat at the side of the bench, in a corner, facing the wall. She tried to be at a perfect 45-degree angle to the corner to get optimal coverage from all sides. While kneeling she kept her knees as close as possible, the upper part of her feet flat on the ground, toes pointing back. Her ass rested on her feet. It was far from comfortable, but it was the most modest form of sitting she could manage, with her pussy tucked from view.

Annie freed one hand, the one that covered her crouched so far and began tearing the plastic wrap. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was. With all the running and luggage moving she burnt a decent amount of energy. As she ate, she became acutely aware of the collar around her neck. It was tight to begin with. But now with every bite and swallow she felt it resisting her neck. Timmy’s constant tugging hadn’t helped either.

By the time lunchtime was over, Annie had finished only half of her sandwich.

“Let’s go baby,” said Timmy.

“I’m not done.”

He tugged the leash.

“Timmy, just leave me alone.” She said and took a bite of her sandwich.

“Aww, sorry, can’t do that. Your stupid ass might get lost again.” he laughed.

Timmy pulled the leash hard, tilting her back and forcing her up on her feet. Annie rose awkwardly and without balance. She began to walk backward, chasing her center of mass. her hand flying in all directions trying to find something to hold on to. Timmy panicked and dropped the leash, causing it to get entangled between Annie’s legs. She fell and tipped over a vase that was decorating the rest area.

The loud crashing noise brought both Miss Levi and a security guard quickly.

They found Annie, lying on the floor, still naked. Shards of blue and white ceramics were all around her, and a half-eaten sandwich in her mouth.

“What is going on here!?” The guard yelled.

Annie spat the sandwich out, “Fucking Timmy! He tripped me!”

“Did not!”

“Did to! You asshole!” Annie was trying to get up.

“Tamar look, she’s cursing again!”

Annie tried to leap forward, wanting to choke him. Not caring anymore

The security guard grabbed her instead. She yelled and the security guy cuffed her, with her hands behind her back.

“Hey!” Annie yelled.

The teacher was also scared, “Wha… What are you doing? She’s just a kid, no need to arrest her.”

“Ma’am this isn’t an arrest. Just museum policy against people who damage the artworks. We’ll be taking her to see the curator. He would decide if to press charges.”

The guard grabbed Annie below the armpit and walked her away.

“You’re hurting me!” Annie yelled, just drawing more attention to herself, except now she had no way to cover.

***

At the curator’s office stood two guards, the completely nude Annie, her hands tied behind her back, and with the KC device held loosely in Miss Levi's hands. Who seemed to be more ashamed than Annie. Annie was surprised to learn the old man she saw restoring a painting before was the curator.

“Young lady, it seems you had quite an adventure since we last met,” he chuckled. “The boys here tell me you broke the vase in the rest area.”

“I hope it wasn't too valuable,” said Miss Levi, trying to make light of the situation. “I’m sure it was just an accident. Right Annie?” she tugged on the leash and Annie nodded.

“If it was of no value, we wouldn’t have shown it in our museum. So a fine will need to be paid. But you are correct that it wasn’t too valuable. Otherwise, we wouldn’t put it in the rest area. A small fine of 5,000 dollars and a letter of apology to the artist should suffice.”

Annie gulped. “5,000 dollars?! This is what you call a small fine?”

“Relatively speaking, yes.”

“I can’t,“ Annie said simply. Her head down, humiliated.

Fucking Timmy. I’ll kill him.

“Isn’t there anyway else she can repay the loss?” Miss Levi asked. “She might be a bit light-headed at times, but she has a good heart and is a hard worker. Right Annie?” she tugged the leash again.

“Yes sir, I’ll do anything.”

The curator thought it over. “I… have an idea,” he said finally.

“Are any of you ladies familiar with the work, `Helena & El Pescador` by Marco Evaristti?”

Both Annie and her teacher shook their heads.

“It’s quite a famous piece. The artist wanted to see how cruel or moral people are by placing goldfish in blenders and giving the audience an option to turn the blenders on. However, a new radical artist claims this piece was flawed, for two reasons. The first is only giving the people an option to do evil, without an option to do good. The second flaw was to use goldfish as if people would care for them as much as they care for people.”

Annie found this line of thought reasonable.

“This young promising artist has some great ideas for fixing these flaws. And he wants to debut this exhibition in our museum, today! But…” the curator sounded troubled. “The model canceled at the last moment. This was supposed to be a big win for our little museum. But now the artist is threatening to walk out, and bringing a last-minute call for this job will be extremely costly.” He paused.

“If I can call him right now and tell him we found a model, this will mean a lot for us.”

“I’ll do it,” Annie said, not seeing many options, but mainly because the idea of getting some clothes for a modeling gig seemed very appealing at that moment.

As soon as she said that, the old man picked up his desk phone gleefully.

“Hello… yes... We found you a model…”

While the curator talked to the artist on the phone, Miss Levi looked through her bag and took out an S.E.D. device. Annie watched with disappointment.

“I’m sorry Annie, but you cursed. It’s not allowed.”

“Come on Miss Levi, Timmy Had it coming. Please don’t. I hate wearing it. It hurts and makes me drool.”

“Come here,” Miss Levi said softly as she pulled the leash firmly until Annie came standing right in front of her, ass facing the teacher. Miss Levi reached her hand above and passed Annie’s shoulder and then, much to Annie’s surprise, placed one firm hand on her collared throat, pushing her back.

“Here bent down a bit sweety.” The teacher said. While maintaining the hard grip on Annie’s throat, she used her other hand, the one holding the S.E.D., to push Annie’s lower back, encouraging her to arch her back and bring her head lower and closer to the teacher’s shoulder. With her hands tied behind her back Annie leaned her weight on her teacher, and the chokehold was the only thing keeping her balanced.

“Just a minute,” the teacher said and skillfully pulled out a wet napkin from her bag which she used to clean the small remains of the sandwich from Annie’s face.

“Miss Levy…”

“Tamar.” She corrected. “Open up.” The teacher said as she brought the S.E.D. to Annie’s mouth.

While the Teacher placed the large red ball inside Annie’s mouth, the curator intervened, his palm blocking the phone's microphone.

“Miss Teacher, thank you for your help but this will not be necessary. We will gag her ourselves.”

***

“I really loved that last section, really makes you think, doesn’t it?” Mark said. His girlfriend Eve agreed.

“What’s that over there?” She asked.

There was a large crowd of people looking at something, reacting to it, gasping and laughing.  There was also a large queue near that crowd.

Mark and Eve made their way to the start of the line where they saw her.

A girl, naked except for a solid latex hood covering her face completely. Her hands were tied above her head, and her legs were tied and spread apart. A small missile, attach to the ground from its tail, had its tip stuck in the girl’s pussy. She was jolting and moaning, her body covered with sweat.

“What. The. Fuck?” Eve said.

Mark pointed her attention to the info sign, which read:

“Before you, a test.

A person, whose name you do not know, whose face you cannot see. Who cannot plead, who cannot beg,

Who… are you? A Sadist, a Voyeur, or a Moralist?

Next to you are two buttons: One for good, and one for evil.

one will cause the missile to vibrate and bring pleasure.

The other will bring pain by electrocution.

You could spend your precious time standing in line and bring joy, or harm, to a complete stranger. Or you could simply stay here and watch.”

Mark and Eve saw how the girl would jump and whimper every time someone would press the evil button. And how she’d melt and moan every time someone would press the good button.

“How long has she been here?” Mark asked.

“I’ve been here for 20 minutes now,” someone next to them said, “but from what I gathered she’s here for almost two hours.”

“Two hours?!” Mark and Eve said simultaneously.

“Yeah, and there are at least three more hours until the museum closes.”

The girl seems exhausted, covered in sweat, her pussy was dripping all over.

“Do you want to go stand in line?” Mark suggested.

Eve looked down on the bulge in Mark’s pants, “Oh yeh, I’m going to fry this bitch!”

תלמידה מוצאת את עצמה טופלס, ואז ללא מכנסיים ותחתונים במהלך יום הלימודים. 

 

זה הפרק השני בסדרה שאני רושם (יש 10 פרקים מתוכננים).

אנני היא תלמידה אמריקאית בקולג' הבינלאומי של מדינת בולרס. יש לה נטייה להיכנס למצבים בדסמים בפומבי ומבלי כוונה.

היא גרה עם השותפה שלה הצרפתייה , ג'ולס. סטודנטית לקולנוע. 

 

Annie's next few weeks went uneventful. She still was embarrassed to go to school every day, but as the days went by people talked about her ordeal less and less. And everything seemed back to normal. Of course, Annie learned her lesson to keep quiet in class and to always wear a bra.

Annie started her day with the mandatory gym class. She loved gym class. Her hyperactive nature and naturally athletic build made her good at sports, whatever kind she participated in. The students sat on the benches next to the open stadium, a large, ellipse-shaped field of green grass and a running track around it. The coach was reading the list of everyone’s names, and each name was answered with a tired “Here”. Once he finished, he picked up a box and said,

“These are our new sports uniforms,” he said, in perfect English, but with a West European accent. German perhaps? No one knew for sure. But Coach, which was how everyone called him, did look like the poster man of some nazi propaganda.

“This uniform should improve mobility and prevent injuries.” He explained.

“I heard the school board is pissed” Jules, sitting next to Annie, said.

A short and decisive “Shh” was all she got from Annie.

“I heard there were some international sports trials last week, and no one from the school passed. That must have hurt that Bolarian ego of theirs. I bet these uniforms are their way to throw money at the problem.” Jules said.

Coach reached his hand into the box and pulled out a sealed plastic bag, explaining that each student would receive one outfit.

“Can we see what they look like?” asked a boy next to Annie.

“Of course.” The teacher replied.

He looked at the label on the box and said that these were the girls' outfits. And then he opened the plastic bag and took out the first thing his hand came across with. It was a navy blue, high-cut bikini.

Annie was shocked. “Am I supposed to wear this during gym class? Are they fucking serious?” She looked around to see the response of the other students. While the girls seemed equally shocked, none of the boys even bothered to try and hide his glee.

“Now I'm going to call your name, one by one, and you will get up and take the outfit.” He looked down at his list and called out “Jackson Annie!”

Annie thought it was strange she was called first, she never was before. J is the middle of the alphabet.

“Umm my last name starts with a J how come I'm first?”

“The list is ordered by physical achievements so far,” he replied. “Letting people play to their strengths. You have shown the greatest potential so far, Miss Jackson. Maybe you could save the school’s name after last week's trials.” There was bitterness in his voice. It showed on his face he saw the failure as a personal one.

Annie, for her part, was beaming with pride. “I’m the best in the class?”

“Told you,” Jules said.

Annie got up and the teacher handed her the same outfit he used for the demonstration. He then put the box down and started talking again.

“OK, that's it. We only got one outfit so far and you lucky Annie won it.” He tried to joke.

“Wait what?” Annie asked confused.

“Yeah, the next shipment won't come for a few months.”

“Is he serious?” her joy and pride slipping away.

“But it doesn't mean you don't have to wear it. In fact, this is the only thing you are allowed to wear...”

“Allowed? Allowed?! What do they think they are?! Telling us what to wear” Annie was now furious “Does he really expect  me to be the only one to run around in underwear?”

“Annie” the teacher tried to get her attention, but she was too upset to notice it.

“And this bikini it looks so slutty! Like they came out of some dirty movie with this high-cut figure.”

Annie snapped out of her rage storm when she felt the slap in her ass. “Not paying attention in class,” the teacher said like he was reading from a book. “I heard you already got punished once for this, I'm sure you don't want to repeat it.”

Annie was paying attention now. But she took one hand back to rub her sore ass “damn his slaps hurt a lot more than Mr. Brown’s.”

“Well? Are you going to change?”

“Change? Here?” Annie wasn't sure what to do, so she decided to do exactly as she was told. She slipped her thumbs in her waistband and started to pull it down. “What are you doing? I told you to go change in the locker room. The rest of you start stretching!”

***

Annie threw her top to the open locker. “This is so humiliating!”  she thought as she removed her sports bra and threw it as well. “I can’t believe I was going to undress in front of the whole class! I’m such an idiot!”. Annie set down on a bench to undo her shoelaces and decided to look into the outfit bag. She poured the contents of the bag on the bench. Two items came out. Annie looked inside the bag to look for more, but it was empty. That was it, two pieces of clothing.

“That's it? Just two things? Top and bottom? What kind of skimpy outfit did this pervs have in mind for us?! Let's just see what I got. The same ridiculous bikini from earlier and… the hell is that?”

What it was, was an elastic band with a piece of 10-inch white cloth stitched around it. “Is that supposed to cover my breasts? There is no way that will do the job!” Annie pressed the cloth to her boobs to see what it could cover. Not much was the answer.

Annie was furious but her options were to go through with it or lose her scholarship. Reluctantly Annie put on the upper half of the outfit. She tried to center the piece of clothing, but the elastic band pressed on her tits causing it to ride up. No matter how hard she tried Annie couldn't keep it down. The white cloth draped over her breasts, dangling in the air, ending right where her breasts ended.   

She couldn't believe she was made to wear such a revealing outfit. Even more, she couldn't believe she was going along with it. Grinding her teeth, she took her pants and panties off and flung them into her locker as hard as she could, causing an avalanche of personal effects. She huffed, wore the high-cut underwear, and rushed back to class.

***

The class was still doing warm-up exercises when Annie came back. but they all stopped once they saw her.

“Annie!” the coach screamed. “What the hell are you doing?”

“What? I put on the outfit like you said.”

“Where is your shirt?”

“My shirt? You said that this is the only thing I’m allowed to wear. these were the only two things in the bag.”

“I said that these are the only things you are allowed to wear below the waist. that’s a skirt you're wearing as a top.”

The class burst out laughing, boys and girls alike. Annie turned red and immediately covered her breasts with her hands, which only added to her shameful position of being half-naked in front of her class.

“If you weren't daydreaming so much you might have heard what I said.”

Annie felt so humiliated and so stupid. It didn’t even occur to her that this tiny piece of fabric could be a skirt. “Damn it! why can’t I just pay attention to what people are saying to me!”

“I’m so sorry coach. I’ll go change right away.”

“You already wasted enough time as it is. You going to have to make do with what you have on right now.”

“But I… I can’t train like this.” Annie almost begged.

“Why not? You came out of the locker room ready to train with this outfit. If you don’t want to participate, I can’t force you. But need I remind you that this is a mandatory class. Failing it means failing the semester.”

Annie knew that meant losing the scholarship. She didn’t have many options. “Fine, I’ll stay.”

“Good, now start stretching. The rest of you, 2 laps around the stadium”.

Annie looked around to find a place where she wouldn’t be visible, but the stadium was wide open. The class was running in circles, and she was in the middle. So, she decided it was best to finish it as fast as she could. She took one arm over her half-exposed breasts and used the other the stretch it. She felt how the top was sliding up, and when she was done her nipples were out, but she quickly pulled the fabric down. The same happened for the second arm. Annie could see it didn't go unnoticed by almost everyone in the stadium. Annie raised her arm for the next exercise and immediately felt the top go up again, but she figured that instead of pulling it down again she should finish the exercise as fast as she could. So, another hand came up and with a familiar movement, she placed one hand behind her back and reached as far as she could with the help of her other hand on her elbow. after doing both arms Annie saw that her nipples were well out in the open and again pulled her top down.

“I can’t keep the damned thing down. Oh God everyone could see my boobs. Shit everyone already saw my boobs. they must think I’m such a slut.”

Annie moved on to stretch her legs and spread them wide. That position alone made her feel vulnerable. Almost nothing covered her down there. She bent over and reached the ground, and at the same time felt the skirt over her breasts falling toward her shoulders, while her firm teen tits stayed mostly in place, for everyone to see.

“Annie you done yet?” yelled the coach from a few feet away.

Annie wasn’t half done but given the opportunity to stop her predicament, she immediately yelled back in agreement, and the coach sent her running with the rest of the class.

Annie was a pretty good runner and once she gained some speed she felt the wind in her inner thighs and hips. Making her once again aware of the lack of fabric on her. but she also noticed that the bikini really did give her more freedom of movement, and didn’t limit her. As much as it hurts her to admit it, this outfit made it seem like doing a mid-air split was not much of a problem… if worn properly. But in Annie's current state, every step she made caused her “top” to jump and expose a bit of her nipples, and Annie ran extra fast to catch up with the rest of the class causing the top to jump even higher.

When finished, Annie even past some of the slower girls. panting, her chest rose up and down giving a nice show for the class while the coach waited for the rest to finish the laps.

“ok, you’re all here so I want to explain what are we doing today. today we will be focusing on strength and power exercises. we’ll be working in pairs so team up!”

Every person sought his friends or was content with the person next to him. Annie searched for her friends, the few she made so far. But every time she was about to look into another girl’s eyes, she was snatched by a different girl. And before she knew it the class was paired up. unfortunately for Annie, the class had an odd number of students, and she was the only one without a partner. Annie knew what it meant, the person without a partner was teamed with the coach and used for demonstrations. And sure enough when the coach saw Annie had no partner he told her to come and stand by his side. Annie was frightened.

“we’ll start with some basic push-ups. Annie, care to demonstrate?”

Annie knew it wasn’t a question. and she knew bending down will cause the skirt to drape over and leave her boobs exposed. so she bent down facing the class hoping the skirt would provide cover. She put her hands on the ground, sent her legs back, and did two quick push-ups.

“Excellent!” the coach encouraged. “did you notice how she kept her back straight?” the coach said.

Timmy, one of the boys, an obnoxious American, raised his hand and said, “But coach how can we see her back when she’s facing us?”

“Good point Timmy. Annie, could you turn to the side so the class could see your profile? and this time do it slower if you may.”

Annie looked at Timmy with a burning hatred. There was no escape. She turned on all four and resumed the pushup position. the entire class stared at her “straight back”. She did another push-up, slowly lowering her chest, and only when she felt the grass tickling her breasts, did she push up.

“Great job Annie! I hope you all caught that because I want all to give me twenty of those. And one more thing, since we’ll be working in pairs I want each of you to face his partner and make sure he does a proper push-up”. He said and went to the supply closet.

Annie was relieved. If everyone were to watch their partner no one would be watching her. But once the coach was out of sight the boys turned their gaze toward Annie, but she kept her head down trying to shut everyone out and concentrate on the push-ups instead of the fact she was half naked in public. The last few push-ups were harder to complete, and in each one Annie lingered down and felt the grass caressing her breasts while panting.

When the coach returned with a box in his hand he told everyone to stand up regardless of whether or not they had completed the twenty push-ups. When Annie rose, tired of the push-ups, she didn't notice that her top was caught up by one of her nipples and didn’t make its full way down to cover her breasts. She stood next to the coach so the class had an uninterrupted view of her one uncovered boob. It didn’t seem like the coach noticed Annie's state at all, and even if he did, he certainly did not care. He took out of the box a round object.

“This is a discus. You might have seen it in the Olympics. It’s very much like a frisbee except it doesn’t come back. Now the real thing is made of metal, but since we can’t have you guys throwing heavy metal discs all over the place, this thing is made of plastic. So if it hits you,” he tapped Annie’s head with the discus, “you won’t die.”

“Ouch,” Annie said and bowed her head to protect it. Causing her to see the exposed tit. She instinctively covered herself but she had to wonder whether or not there was any point since her boobs were on display more than off display throughout the lesson.

“So each couple gets a disc. One will throw and the other will watch where it landed.”

After every couple took a discus the class lined up like a firing squad with Annie in front of them for demonstration. “Okay listen closely, I don’t want to repeat myself. Annie grab the disc with your dominant hand and hold it under your wrist. Good, now what you want to do is to spin really fast and release the disc about a quarter of a spin before you face the direction you want to throw. Now let us see.”

Annie knew exactly what would happen once she started to spin - Her top would rise like the skirt it is, and everyone would once again have a full view of her boobs. So to avoid it Annie kept her elbows close to her body. But unfortunately, it resulted in a terrible throw.

“You can do better than this,” the coach said. So Annie tried this time to spin slowly instead of limiting her hands. “Spin faster!” ordered the coach. So Annie used her free hand to hold her top in place, but it just made her spin even worse.

“Annie, what’s the matter? I know you can do much better!” the coach said. “Ahmm the… my top… it’s… I can’t spin because my shirt bothers me.” She tried to use subtle words to explain the obvious.

Jules raised her hand, “Well if the shirt bothers you maybe take it off, oui?” her tone made it sound like an innocent, casual suggestion. But the grin on Jules's face made her intentions clear.

“Oh shut up Jules you French perv!”

“Hey there! No cursing!” The coach intervened “Annie, apologize to Juliette.”

 Annie shrugged.

“And besides Juliette’s idea isn’t bad, your ‘shirt’ isn’t supposed to be a shirt at all.”

“But coach I can’t take my top off.”

“Sure you can, I’ll allow it. Heck, it’ll be like ancient Greece, where athletes were naked during the Olympic games!” Annie was horrified “Nonononono, no need for that. Here, I’m sorry Jules.” Annie figured it we’ll be better to flash her boobs to the class for the short time she’s spinning instead of losing her top completely. But the coach just stared at her.

“Horney bastard! If he could, he’d have me training naked. Damn it, there is nothing I can do!”

Annie grabbed her top with both hands. She could see the anticipation in everyone’s eyes, the girls too. She yanked the mini skirt down to her waist where it belonged. Her tits jiggled due to the sudden movement but Annie quickly cup them in both hands. Cheers and hooting calls came from the class and Annie lowered her head in shame. She saw how her hands covered too little of her breasts. Side boob, bottom boob, it was all there. But surprisingly her bottom outfit bothered her the most. The high-cut thong towered over the mini-skirt, making two arches. And the skirt itself ended just under her crotch.

“All right settle down, let's get back to work,” the coach said with a big smile on his face. “Annie you’re up.”

“I was literally ‘just up’, why is it my turn again?” she thought.

Annie grabbed the disc with one hand and used the other to cover herself. She started to spin but the coach stopped her immediately. “Dammit Annie! You can’t be that dumb. Put your arm down and give me a proper spin. No more funny business, you don’t have the shirt that bothered you anymore!”

“Not having a shirt is what’s bothering me, you asshole!”

Annie reluctantly lowered her arm and started to spin right away thinking that would obstruct everyone’s view of her tits. It didn’t.

Annie released the disc and it flew far away. She was truly a natural athlete. And a very competitive one too, once she saw how far it went she jumped and raised her hands. In her joy, she even forgot for a moment her state of dress and simply started to walk back to the class. But the stares she got reminded her, and she quickly cupped her breasts with her hands.

And so it went for the rest of the class, Annie flashed the class for a brief moment every time she threw and then resumed covering herself. The boys ogled her every time, and when the coach whistled to signal the end of the lesson the boys sighed with disappointment, they hadn’t had enough. The coach said a few words before sending the class to the shower, he reminded Annie to come with the right uniform next time, but he also joked (or maybe he wasn’t) that if she decided she liked training in her current outfit he wouldn’t object.

***

Annie took her time in the showers. After what just happened in class, she thought she earned at least that. On top of that, she really didn’t want to talk or see anyone so she stayed in the shower until she was the only one left in there. She got out, dried herself with a towel, and looked at the clothes hanger.

“Strange. I can swear I put my gym clothes here. not that you can call them clothes.”

She wrapped herself with the towel and looked around. It wasn’t anywhere in the showers area. Annie went out of the showers area and into the locker. Again looking around and not only she didn’t see her clothes, she didn’t see anyone else in the locker room. She looked to the far end of the locker row that was in front of her, but she saw nothing. She took a few steps to the right and looked down another row of lockers, and again, nothing.

“Damn it, where are my stuff?”

She hurried to the left side. But she screamed when she saw what was there. It was a man. In the girls’ locker room! He wasn’t a student but a grown man, and Annie knew him. He’s the janitor.

“What are you doing in here!?” Annie asked with the rage that accumulated throughout the morning.

He too was surprised to see her there. He stopped mid-act, right before he was going to through a dirty towel to the laundry basket. Annie continued with her rant.

“This is the girls’ locker room, you are not supposed to be in here.” She said, clenching the towel closer to her. The man's initial shock had passed, and the surprised expression on his face was replaced with a calm smile.

“Actually young lady, you are the one who’s not supposed to be in here.” He said, in perfect English, as all Bolarians have.

“What are you talking about? Boys are not allowed in here.”

“How am I supposed to clean here if I’m not allowed to enter? I come here during class time to clean, when no student should be here. How come you're not in class?”

Annie was confused. What he said made sense, but she was still completely shocked from seeing him here. “I’m… ahh..” she pointed toward the showers as an explanation.

“Well whatever reason you’re still here, I need to finish up cleaning before I go to the boys' locker room. And trust me, I’m going to need my time to clean there. So, if you could just...” he reached his hand forward asking for something Annie didn’t understand. The janitor caught on to this confusion and said in the most polite way possible “The towel please.” Again, Annie felt pinned down.

“He’s asking me to strip in front of him. I’m already late for class and I don’t want to know what he can do to me if I’ll bother him from doing his job. Damn it not again! Being forced to strip by every man in school. This is so humiliating. What is wrong with this country?!”

Annie took a big breath and removed the towel slowly, handing it to the janitor. She used one hand to cover her crotch and the other to cover her breasts. “Happy?” she asked sarcastically.

“Well, yeah. But I didn’t mean for you to give it to me right now. You could’ve gone dressed up before.”

“I’m a fucking idiot.” She thought.

“Say, are you Annie Jackson by any chance?” he asked right before he turned to leave.

“Yeah, why?”

“Nothing. I just heard you liked to show yourself to people. I thought it was just a rumor made up by horny teens, but I guess it was true after all. Well then, have a great day Annie Jackson.”

He said and left the locker room.

Annie stood for a while processing what just happened. She voluntarily stripped naked in front of a stranger and found out that people in school think she’s some kind of an exhibitionist. But she was late, and she dreaded the thought of being spanked again. As she walked back to her locker, she thought about how it meant that the spanking did, technically, work.

Open. Her locker was already opened. “strange” she thought. She took her black flat shoes and knee-high socks from the top shelf, and her bra and white school shirt from the door hanger. And that’s it. The rest of her clothes were not there. Not her ‘old’ gym uniform or her skirt and panties. Annie's mind was racing trying to figure out how could it possibly happened. Did someone break into her locker and steal her clothes? Is it the wrong locker? Did she come to school bottomless in the first place? Could she really be an exhibitionist? Or is it just a bad dream maybe?

She tried to rewind her last visit to the locker room in her mind. She remembered being furious and she remembered changing her clothes, tossing them to the locker. And then it hit her. Her clothes fell to the floor, her skirt probably included. Someone must have taken her clothes. But who?

“The janitor!” popped in her mind. “He must have thought it was laundry”.

“Shit. I’m stuck here. I’ve already searched the place so I know there is nothing here I can use to cover myself. Shit! Shit! Not again, I can’t go out like this. People already think I’m some kind of slut. I can’t go prancing around the school like this. Come on Annie, think!”

And again, the janitor popped into her mind.

“He’s in the boys’ locker room. And it’s just next door. And no boys are there. I’ll go in, take back my clothes, and get out. Easy peasy.”

Now that Annie had a plan in mind, she calmed down. She wore whatever clothes she did have and walked to the exit but stopped when she saw her reflection in the long mirror next to the exit. It’s such a weird feeling, wearing a shirt, without wearing panties. She could feel the fabric of the shirt grazing, teasing her pussy. It’s a kind of a hot look she thought. She turned to the side, her ass preventing the shirt from falling all the way down and leaving her ass completely exposed.

She slid her hand along the curves of her waist, down her exposed thigh, and up again. She reached her hand under the shirt and started massaging her breasts, she felt her erect nipples and knew it meant she was completely turned on. She took her other hand down, moving it back and forth across her lower tummy, clenching her belly every time she got near her pussy. She started moaning. She placed the lower part of her shirt in her mouth and bit down. Her tits were now exposed to the cold air of the locker room, and her sensitive nipples felt everything. She stopped teasing herself and moved her hand south. One hand worked her cunt, without sliding in yet, and the other kept her nipples erect. The pleasure made Annie close her eyes, lock her knees and slightly bend over. Ever since the spanking incident, Annie didn’t “play” with herself, or anyone else for that matter. And she needed this relief badly. She started moving faster and faster. The massaging of her breasts turned into nipple pinching. Her middle finger found its way into her pussy…

“WAIT STOP! What am I doing? I don’t have time for this.”

Annie came to her senses. Her hands reluctantly retracted from the fun parts to the sides of her body while she straightened up with the shirt still in her mouth. She looked at herself again in the mirror, she was sweaty, her boobs out, her pussy wet and her leg trembling with anticipation. The disappointed look on her face resembled that of a puppy that didn’t get that slice of pizza it wanted.

“Damn,” Annie said, and with that, her shirt fell back down.

 

***

 

The hallway was clear. With a quick dash, Annie went to the boy's locker room and closed the door behind her. Even that short streak made her heart race, and only after 30 seconds of heavy breathing did she calm down and look around. No one’s here. Or at least at first look. And she didn’t hear anything either, but then again, she didn’t hear the janitor when he was in the girls’ locker room. Annie made the same search she did in the girls’ locker room, she checked every row of lockers, and then the showers themselves. No janitor.

“Shit.”

Annie decided to do another search around the locker room, this time for clothes, a much more meticulous search. She even checked every locker for the off chance it would be open and have clothes inside. She spent a while searching for a lousy piece of fabric to cover herself with. And every once in a while, she reached her hand down to wipe off the juices that ran down her inner thigh. And she shivered every time. It took all her willpower to stop herself from masturbating and to concentrate on the mission at hand. But the mission failed. No open locker or clothes lying around. Which made sense she thought. If the janitor had been here, he must have taken all the clothes and towels, the same as in the girl's locker room. And then Annie started thinking about something else. The janitor is not here, and he said it would take him a while to clean the boys’ locker room…

“Jesus, how long did I fool around back there? I must’ve lost track of time. Oh, fuck me! Hehe, that would be nice right now. Maybe just a quick one, I’m already on edge. NO! Concentrate Annie! There is no janitor and no clothes here. What now?”

Annie practically jumped, repeatedly, due to the mixture of irritation, frustration, and arousal that coursed through her body. Her hand cupped her pussy, squeezing it.

“Man oh man, what now?! What’s next?”

Washing machine. When you have these many dirty clothes, the first thing you do is wash them. And the washing machine is in the janitor's room.

“I must hurry. If he puts my clothes in there I’m screwed. It will take them hours to dry off!”

Annie didn’t waste time. She poked her head through the boys’ locker room door to check if the coast was clear. It was. She looked down. Her pussy was completely visible. And she assumed her ass was as well. If anyone would see her, he would see almost all of her. And worst, if she gets caught, she will most certainly be punished.

The stadiums, the showers, and the janitor's room were all in the administration building. The “etc.” building, where they shoved all the service rooms and small classes that had no other logical place to go. Luckily for Annie, it meant she didn’t have to go outside.

Annie took a deep breath and sprinted to the closest corner. Once there she rechecked her surroundings. Still no one. good. The way to the janitor’s room is not far, but she will have to pass some classrooms on her way. She peeked ahead, to a long hallway, with lockers and classrooms on each side.

“Pass this hallway and into the right, the janitor’s room is just there.“ Annie appreciated the design of the school even more now. “Keep the showers and the laundry close. Makes the janitor’s job easy. I bet they had the accidental nudist in mind too when designing it.” She smiled at the last thought.

Annie had no intention of sprinting this hallway, and making enough noise so some teacher would go out to look for the source. She’s going to take this slow.

She turned the corner, with her back pressed against the wall. And she kept moving, slowly, back still pressed against the wall, like a spy in an enemy base. The cold metal of the lockers on her ass was another sensation an already extremely aroused teen didn’t need, so she arched her back a bit. Her senses were on full alert, to detect if anyone came by. Her eyes were fixed on a classroom door on the opposite side of the hallway since it had a glass window just above the waistline.

“If there is a teacher in this class, he’ll surely see me.”

Annie moved as slowly as possible. Increasing her view angle into the classroom.

“I don’t see anyone, maybe the class is empty.”

Just as Annie was about to be convinced that the class was empty and turn her attention to the classroom door on her side of the hallway, a teacher passed through the window. Annie dropped to the floor.

“OH CRAP! Did he see me?”

Annie waited a while to see if someone would come out of the classroom. But no one did. Annie reconsidered her options. She could crawl past this class. But next time she gets up, she’ll have to keep track not only of the class in front but also of those behind her. She looked again at the class where the teacher was. She could only see the ceiling.

“If I can’t see him, he can’t see me.“ she recalled that basic fact.

Annie decided on a new course of action. Instead of walking to the janitor's room, she’ll crawl there. So she got on all four and started crawling.

“Damn it. I’m. Still. So. Fucking. Horny!”

Annie couldn’t help it. And she started to think maybe stopping halfway in the locker room was a bad idea. she arched her back, lifted her ass, and kept her thighs close, all to get the slightest of touches against her throbbing pussy, it was her body working on its own accords. And it slowed her down. A minute walk turned into a ten-minute crawl of agonizing pleasure. With stops along the way where she spread her legs, bent one hand to the elbow, and sent the other hand to furiously rub her pussy. Only to stop a few seconds later, after the rational part of her brain bit her lip and ordered her to continue crawling.

Finally, she got to the janitor's room, without being seen. Still on her knees, she reached the doorknob and pushed the door open. She didn’t even care if the janitor was inside, she needed clothes, and she needed them now. Luckily for her, the room was empty. The lights were off, but she did hear something. A washing machine. Annie got up and ran toward the sound. Her fears came true. The janitor had already put the clothes there.

“No!” she cried out loud.

Annie felt defeated. She took a deep breath and then let out a long sigh. She placed both her hands on top of the washing machine and with a tired push, she got herself up there. She sat in the corner and leaned back. There is nothing else she can do, so she might as well get that orgasm she so desperately wants. She planned to cum, and then hide in the janitor's room until school was over. After that, the washing machine will probably be done, and she’ll just take her wet clothes and go home.

She didn’t care about the punishment for skipping school, which would probably be her being expelled from school. All she could think of is how much she wants to cum. And how amazing the rocking of the machine feels between her legs. Her hand moved down and she was ready to get lost in pleasure.

“LOST!”

Bring-Bring! Bring-Bring!

“What? What is happening?”

Annie jumped scared in her place.

“Calm down, calm down. What just happened? That sound? The school’s bell. So soon? And that other thing, what was it? Lost! Yes, what about it? The lost and found box! There could be clothes there. And maybe my clothes are there too! But shit, the bell already rang. Well, it’s in the dean’s office, at the secretary's desk. And it’s one floor above, and the stairs are right here. I’m doing it!”

Annie bolted toward the door, but on her way out her shirt was snatched in one of the many sharp tools lying around the janitor's room. Annie heard her shirt being torn, but instead of stopping, she did a little twirl, so the shirt would be torn faster, and her momentum wouldn’t be stopped.

Annie had never run as fast as she did between the janitor's room and the dean’s office. She climbed the steps two at a time. On the way, she looked down to check her shirt. The shirt was shorter by a few inches and her belly button was showing. She had shirts the length of this, even shorter. The difference was that she usually wore pants with these shirts. If earlier she could tug her shirt to cover her pussy, now it was hopeless. She was utterly bottomless.

The dean’s office wasn't just his office. When you open the door in the hallway labeled “Administration”, there will be two more doors inside. The left one was for the actual dean's office, and on the right was the vice dean's office. And in the middle sat a secretary behind a tall counter.

When Annie burst through the administration door, the secretary was facing the other way. Before she could turn Annie pressed herself to the tall counter. And its height was perfect. Just where the shirt ended the counter began.

“What is all this commotion?” 

Annie was panting. She looked down. Good, the counter covered her just as she had hoped. She looked backward, great, the glass on the administration door was cloudy, so no one could see through it, and see the half-naked girl standing in the middle of the office.

“You know you are supposed to knock before coming in here.” scolded the secretary.

Annie caught her breath. She pressed herself even harder to the counter.

“I need to look at the lost and found box,” Annie said, forcing a smile.

“Why?”

“I… I lost my pencil case,” she replied, pleased with the clever response.

“No one came by today to bring a pencil case.”

“It was yesterday.”

“Today is Monday.”

“I meant last week.”

“Nope. no one came by last week as well.”

Annie squeezed the edge of the counter with her hand from frustration. Someone could open the door any minute now, and she’ll be screwed.

“Well, maybe they brought it when you were on break or something. Please, I looked everywhere already.”

The secretary sighed. “Fine.”

The secretary went under the counter, and Annie took the chance to take another look around. The secretary got up, with a large cardboard box, ‘lost and found’ was written in black sharpy.

Annie snatched the box from her hands, put it on the floor, and started rummaging around. She checked and double-checked but there were no clothes there. The closest thing she found was a red scarf. She took the scarf out of the box and returned the box to the secretary.

“Well did you find it?”

While telling the secretary she had no luck here as well. She wrapped and tied the scarf around the waist. It was by far the shortest skirt anyone had ever worn, ending just under her pussy. Annie knew that even a large enough step would reveal her private parts. Let alone sitting or taking the stairs. But she figured it was better than nothing.

The door behind her opened.

“Oh, that’s convenient.” a young woman with a French accent said.

Annie turned. It was Jules.

“Oh great, this bitch.” Annie thought, holding a grudge for causing her to go topless earlier.

“I was looking for you mon chéri,” Jules said smiling. She looked at her roommate from top to bottom. The torn shirt and the micro skirt turned Jules's smile into a smirk.

“Juliette, I’m not in the mood for your nonsense,” Annie said.

The secretary perked up, “Are you Juliette Jacob?” she asked.

“oui” Jules said.

“Great, listen we called you here so you can help us find your roommate, Annie Jackson. You live together, right? She didn’t respond to the PA announcement, and she wasn’t in her class. The dean wants to talk to her. And we are beginning to worry.”

Jules and Annie looked at each other. And then Jules turned to the secretary and pointed a finger at Annie.

“She’s Annie Jackson.”

“oh, Lovely!” the secretary was happily surprised, “please go in. he’s in there.”

 

***

 

The dean, a local man, and an acclaimed academic, was sitting at his desk. His eyes rose from a paper he was reading when Annie opened the door. The anticipation on his face to see who came to visit, turned into disappointment when he saw it was Annie, in a ridiculous outfit.

“Sit,” he said.

And Annie did. But first, she made sure to bring the chair as close as possible to the desk so the dean wouldn’t get a sneak peek.

“You know why you are here?”

Annie wasn't sure which of her recent fuck ups earned her this talk so she simply said, “I can explain.”

“I’m not interested in your explanation! All I’m interested is in keeping this school at the top, and that includes your discipline and good behavior. Which both seemed lacking. You trained in unauthorized gym uniforms. You missed the second period, and now this! Corruption of school property, and this… skirt.”

Annie was confused. “Corruption of school property sir?”

“Your shirt Miss Jackson, you can’t just modify it as you see fit.”

“But sir…”

“No buts. No explanations. Our rules clearly dictate what’s the punishment for unfit, immodest appearance. And I believe it’s your second offense on the matter. Plus now, you have skipped class.”

Annie was scared shitless now. Another punishment?

“Take off your shirt.” the dean said casually while getting up to bring something from a closet behind him.

Annie didn’t respond. The dean sat back down and held an unfolded, orange t-shirt in front of her. Annie calmed down.

“It’s just a new shirt. He wants me to change to a fitting outfit. That’s all.”

“For the rest of the day, you are to wear this shirt. Maybe that will teach you a lesson.”

Annie smiled. She didn’t know how wearing a shirt counts as a punishment. But she wasn’t about to argue.

“Oh wait a second.” the dean said.

He flipped the shirt and revealed its back side. It had a writing on it, with big bold letters.

“I DIDN’T FOLLOW THE SCHOOL DRESS CODE. WILL YOU PLEASE EDUCATE ME?”

 “What the fuck is this?” Annie demanded an explanation.

“First of all, language! Second of all, it’s your punishment.”

“I don’t get it.”

Then the dean raised his finger, to gesture ‘just a minute, then you’ll understand’, and then he plunged the finger onto the PA button.

“Dear students, your friend, Miss Annie Jackson, has failed to follow our school rules. And therefore, she will be punished… by you. If you happen to see Miss Jackson in the halls, you may slap her rear end once, so she may learn from her mistakes, and you may learn not to repeat them. You will be able to recognize her by the shirt she’s wearing. This permission is valid for the rest of the day, and only for today. May this be an educational experience for us all. Thank you.”

Annie was dumbfounded. The dean repeated his request to take off her shirt, bringing back her attention.

“Your shirt Annie, take it off and put this on.”

Annie knew it was pointless arguing.

“Here?” she asked, not sure if it was a dumb question or not.

“Yes here, now.”

Tired of fighting, Annie did as she was asked. She got up, took off her torn shirt, and threw it into the trash. It was worthless now. Now she stood with a bra and an ultra mini skirt in front of her dean. She took the other shirt from the dean's hands and put it on.

The dean stared at her, waiting. But Annie didn’t know what for.

“Can I go?” she asked.

The dean chuckled and his head fell forward, in a gesture of disappointment.

“No, you may not go. Look I know you are not a STEM major, but it’s basic logic.”

Annie was offended.

“You skirt Miss Jackson. It is not a proper school uniform.”

“Oh, this? No, you see, I had a problem, and well… this is all I got.”

The dean didn’t look like he cared.

“I mean all I got. I don’t even have…” She was embarrassed to say the last word, “panties.”

“So?” the dean asked simply.

“So, I can’t take the skirt off.”

That seemed to make him angry.

“You. Can. Not. Wear. This. Skirt. To. School.” He said, emphasizing each word. “You can only wear proper school uniforms, and you must wear them properly.”

“But I’ll be naked. This can’t be okay. It’s not allowed either.” She argued.

“Who said that?”

“You did, ‘immodest appearance’. Going around naked is very immodest.” she said triumphantly. Since this argument, in her mind, was irrefutable.

The dean took in a deep breath like he was explaining to a child why touching the hot stove was bad for the fifth time.

“Is it proper school uniform?” he asked in a tone that made it clear he was repeating himself, and that he was growing impatient.

“No,” Annie said.

“Then you cannot wear it.”

“But I also won’t be wearing a school uniform properly.”

“Do you have a school uniform to wear properly?”

“No.”

“Then it’s settled.”

Annie wasn’t sure what just happened but now she seemed to almost agree with the dean’s logic. Except, “But wait. Why am I being punished then? Wasn’t it because I was topless during gym class?”

“I believe that was asked of you by Coach Fridrich. You cannot be punished for doing what is asked of you by one of the staff members. You are being punished for wearing your uniform in an immodest manner.”

Annie looked at him.

“Your skirt Miss Jackson. You wore it on your chest. Making a fool of yourself, and the school.”

“And in Mr. brown’s class?” she asked, not sure if she was pushing it.

“The proper way to wear the uniform is when dry. Now you have wasted enough of my time, fix your attire and leave.”

Annie reached a hand inside her makeshift skirt and covered her pussy before pulling the scarf off and throwing it in the trash. She used her other hand to pull the T-shirt in the back to cover her ass. The dean looked at her, and Annie waited for permission to leave.

“You are on thin ice young lady.” He said while enjoying the view. “Firstly, you are not allowed to interfere with the punishment, so move your hand forward.”

Annie pulled the shirt from the front to provide double coverage for her pussy. And left her ass fully exposed.

 “Secondly, you must thank every student that will take part in your education.”

Annie stared at him.

“You can go now,” he said.

Outside of the dean's office, Jules was still there. With an even bigger smirk on her face. Annie had nothing to say. She was still angry with her for what she did, even though she had just learned that Jules technically helped her be more properly dressed. She kept her head down and walked toward the exit.

“Annie wait,” Jules said, then proceeded to open her bag and pull out a camera. And before Annie could react Jules snapped a picture of Annie’s predicament.  “Look at this new camera I bought,” Jules said, her eyes gleaming with joy.

“Jules! What are you doing? You can’t take pictures of me like that.” Annie objected.

Jules didn’t hear her or chose to ignore her.

“Thank you for being my first-ever model,” Jules said and went to hug Annie, squeezing her tight.

Annie knew about Jules’s dream of becoming a filmmaker. That’s why she is in the art program with her. Annie didn’t want to come across as rude, so she hugged her roommate back, lightly, to show her support.

“How nice of you Annie, helping your friend like that.” The secretary added.

“That is nice of you Annie, here let me reward you,” Jules said and gave Annie the hardest spank she could.

Annie jumped. She quickly covered her rear with both hands, not caring that her pussy is now exposed. “Not so much of a reward, Jules”. She said rubbing her ass.

“I’m helping to educate you. You should be grateful.”  

“Fuck off, Jules”

“Oh! Language dear Ann.” Jules said with an obvious fake offense. “You don’t want me to tell the dean you still need the S.E.D. right?”

“Oh shit, please don’t!” Annie begged her.

“Shit? Wow, you American girls are dumb.” Jules genuinely laughed.

Annie shut her own mouth with both her hands, like the sculpture of the monkey.

A cough was heard from behind them. The dean was standing at his door.

“I believe an S.E.D. is in order.” The dean said. causing Annie’s gut to turn.

“But starting tomorrow. Today we’ll work on her manners. And make sure she can thank her fellow students.”

“But until then, you cursed once in my office, which I was willing to let slide by the way. A mistake on my part, won’t happen again. And twice right now, with your friend. Miss Jacob, would you be so kind as to spank Miss Jackson three more times.”

“She cursed at gym class too,” Jules said.

“How many times?” The dean asked.

“At least once I think.”

“Then let's call it two to be on the safe side. Five spanks. Miss Jacob if you may?”

Jules was beaming with joy, and jumped right next to Annie, 

“This time Miss Jackson, don’t forget to thank her.” The dean said.

Jules stood next to Annie, she held Annie’s front with her left hand, almost hugging her, and used her right hand to spank her.

Smack! “Thank you,” Annie said.

Smack! “Ouch, Thank you.”

Smack! “Thank you.”

Smack! “Thank you.”

Smack! “Fu… thank you Miss Jacob for educating me,” Annie said, not knowing where this sentence came from. But it caused Jules to burst out laughing and hug Annie.

“You are so very welcome mon chéri” she said.

“Very well,” the dean said. “Miss Jacob, if I can trouble you some more, I would like to ask you for a favor. Until tomorrow, if you happen to catch Miss Jackson cursing again, could you please spank her? On the spot, one for each bad word. And by the end of the day report back how many times she cursed.”

Annie looked at Jules horrified. Jules on the other hand seemed very content.

“No problem, sir,” Jules said.

The dean smiled. “that’s what I like to see. And I know this is a lot to ask, but could you make sure Miss Jackson will be here in my office tomorrow at 8 a.m., to have her S.E.D. installed? And for the love of God, could you make sure she won’t come in naked?”

Jules nodded. “Yeh about that, Annie I have your…”

Annie was gone.

“Annie?” Jules asked the air.

 

***

Epilogue

The rest of the day was a nightmare for Annie. Not only did she try her best to avoid the now spy/punisher Juliette, fearing extending her S.E.D. sentence, but she also had to do so while the whole school searched for her. She got spanked every second she was standing up. And every time she turned and thanked them. People were laughing their asses off, some read the back of her shirt out loud, and added witty remarks in the line of “by all means” and “my pleasure”. Sitting down hurt too. everyone could see her pink ass. She didn’t even try to cover it. And she couldn't cover her pussy the whole time too, sometimes you simply need both hands. Holding the tray in the cafeteria is an example of one, Annie struggled to keep the tray balanced while the students practically queued to spank her.

By the time Annie got back to her flat, still bottomless, her ass was red after every student at the school had a go. Jules was already there, cooking dinner in their shared kitchen.

“Mon chéri there you are. I was beginning to worry. I haven’t seen you all day.”

Annie let a long sigh out, she didn’t bother to cover her pussy anymore.

“I had to run like this in the street, from the bus station to here,” Annie said.

Only now did Jules see Annie was panting. Jules liked Annie’s disheveled look and snapped a quick picture of her. Capturing Annie’s profile, with the red ass slightly showing.

“Is this going to be a thing now?” Annie asked as she threw her backpack on the living room couch, noticing a plastic bag on the coffee table.

“What’s this?”

“Your clothes.”

Annie looked at Jules blankly.

“They were on the floor in the locker room. I didn’t want anyone to take them, so I picked them up for you.”

Annie processed that.

“But why did you take them out of the locker room? I had to go naked because of you!” Annie was getting angry.

“I didn’t know. I waited for you in the locker room for a long time. But then the cleaner came, and I was getting late. I thought you had already left.”

“Wearing what? You had my clothes.” Annie shot back.

“I don’t know. And I tried giving them back at the dean’s office, but you ran away. And then I spent the whole day looking for you.” 

Annie clenched her jaw. Her friend had only good intentions in mind. And she did actively try to avoid her.

“Okay,” Annie said, after taking all the information in.

“Magnifique! Now get dressed and come eat. I made risotto.”

Annie dreaded the thought of anything, chair or even pants, touching her sore ass. But she was hungry, and Jules was a wonderful cook.

“Thanks, Jules. But I think I would rather stay like this and eat standing up. Is that okay with you?” Annie knew how the French were sensitive when it came to food.

Jules's smile was huge. “Fine by me.”

Jules began to set the table for the two of them when she remembered to tell Annie about the dean’s request.

“Oh, and tomorrow you need to be in the dean’s office by 8 a.m. to get your S.E.D. installed for the day.”

“Oh fuck me, are you kidding me?” Annie sighed.

“One bad word,” Jules said. “Eat, and I’ll spank you later. Bon Appetit!”

“Where is it?” Annie said out loud, frustrated.

She stood naked in front of her closet, still damped from the rushed shower, and even rusher toweling, Looking for a bra. She should have some, she knew it. But she can’t find any.

Annie hated been late. Every time she began to think she was about to be late, her stomach started to ache. It was especially true for first times. She always wanted to leave a good impression on people, and being late for the first day of college was sure way to leave the wrong impression on her peers and teachers.

“Jules!” she called out. Hoping her roommate will have a clue on the whereabout of her bras.

And a moment later, Annie’s bedroom door flung open. Juliette stood there, as if she was waiting for a call just outside the door. She wear the school uniform. A white button-up shirt, with a thin red tie. A tartan red skirt, with knee-high socks. The traditional school outfit. It’s the kind of thing that gets stuck in a culture. Even long after the colonial British had left. The only things that weren’t traditional about Juliette’s outfit were her bright pink hair and the 6 piercing she had on her left ear.

“Mon chéri, why are you not ready yet?” Jules asked, with a sweet, and faint, French accent. “you’ll be late.”

“Juliette!” Annie yelled, covering herself with her hands. “Don’t barge into my room like that!”

“What is ah… barche?” Jules asked, her accent twisting the last word.

Annie took a big breath. She must be more tolerable to her foreign friend. Not everyone is so lucky to be born in America, she kept reminding herself. Although they are both foreigners here, she reckoned.

“It means to walk in, to enter, aggressively” she explained.

“But you called.” Jules seemed genuinely confused.

“Yes, but I… never mind.” Annie sighed “have you seen my bra? I can’t find any. And I even remembering saving my favorite bra for today.”

“The black one?” Jules asked.

“Yes!”  Annie said, suddenly filled with hope.

“Oh yes it’s great.” Jules said, perking her breasts and swaying.

It took Annie a few moments to realize that Jules was wearing her bra. But now she could clearly see the familiar black bra underneath Jules’ white button-up school shirt.

“Give it.” Annie said.

“No can-do petite Annie.”  Jules said. “I need it for today. I’ll give it back tomorrow.”

Annie was a little shocked. “What do you mean no? It’s my bra. Give it.”

“no” Jules said simply, and in French. Like stating a fact.

“Juliette! That’s not funny give me my bra back!” Annie said, now angry. “We are not even the same size, it’s too big for you.”

Jules reached for the bra and pulled out cotton padding that she stuffed inside the bra, “always leave a good first impression, Oui?” Jules smiled and placed the padding back in the bra. “Look, I’m going to be late. I’ll save you a sit next to me.” And then she left.

“Fuck.” Annie murmured, as she heard the door to her small 3-bedroom apartment closed shut.

***

Annie arrived at Mr. Brown’s art history class 15 minutes late. After a short, yet humiliating, scolding from Mr. Brown she went to the back of the class to sit next to Jules. Who, true to her word, kept her a sit. The only one left in fact, much to Annie’s dismay.

“You look great” Jules whispered, leaning toward Annie.

“No thanks to you” Annie replied.

“You are angry? I’ll make it up to you.”

“Will you give me back my bra?” Annie asked sarcastically. “Why did you take it? I thought you don’t wear bras.”

“I don’t.” Jules agreed, “usually. But I told you, first impressions are important.”

“Well thanks for screwing up mine.” Annie snorted.

“You want me to screw you?” Jules asked.

“No!” Annie said, louder than she meant. And a “Shhh” sound somewhere from the class was heard.

“You already screwed me.” Annie said as quietly as possible. “You hog the shower this morning and stole my bra.”

Jules laughed “I’m just teasing. I know what screw means”.

“Miss Jackson!” Mr. Brown said loudly. “Not only you were late, but now you are also talking during class. Be quiet.”

That made Annie’s heart sink. She Hated being told off by her teachers. Which happened from time to time, mainly because of her tendency to daydream, and mainly during frontal classes. But she was a good student. Not the smartest, but polite and organized. And she always did her classwork on time. This, she believed, along with a great deal of luck, is what landed her this scholarship. Full tuition and dorms, for 3 years, in the international college of Bolares.

“Sorry.” Annie said mickly. And buried her nose in her notebook.

“Asshole” Jules said, way louder than what Annie considered to be sane.

“Shhh!” Annie whispered, dreading a third scolding from the teacher.

Mr. Brown continued his class and Annie took a long breath to calm down. She opened her notebook, placed her colored pens on the table and started taking notes. But she could not concentrate. She was angry at Jules, she wanted to yell at her. And she was braless. She was worried by the thought of people seeing her nipples through the white shirt. She felt the fabric touching her over sensitive nipples, caused by the chafing of running braless.

“Say, this morning, why were you mad I barche in your room?” Jules suddenly asked.

Annie kept silent. She could see Mr. Browns ears perking up, paying attention to her.

“Annie? Mon chéri?” Jules persisted.

“Shhhhhh” Annie pleaded.

“No. You are mad at me, tell me why.”

Not a sound.

“Annie…” Jules said a bit louder.

Annie reluctantly answered. “Because I was naked.” She whispered.

“Pfffffff” Jules dismissed her. “You Americans. So prudish. Look at you now, no bra, and no care.”

"Miss Jackson!" yelled the teacher while slamming his hand on the table causing Annie, and half the class to jump scared in their sits. "Please come forth to the front of the class."

Annie was shocked. “W-What?” she muttered out.

“Come here.” Mr. Brown said, motioning with his hand.

Annie looked at Jules, petrified. Jules, for her part, was forcing her lips shut, trying not to laugh.

“Miss. Jackson you have wasted enough of mine, and the class’s time. Come here right now.” Mr. Brown said louder. Causing Annie to rise almost automatically from her chair.

As she walked over, Mr. Brown went to his desk to retrieve a small book. A deep blue and thin book, well-made and with a hard cover. When she got to his desk, she saw the book title was “A Handbook Guide for Foreign Teachers”.

Mr. Brown was, like her, an American. Most of the school staff were foreigners. Bolares, the country they were now in, had spare no expense building and operating their new international school. All the facilities were top of the line. They offered huge wages to teachers and researchers, to draw in the best professors from all around the world. All as part of their plan to rebrand themselves as an advanced and progressive nation, ready to take a leading part in the new global world of the 20th century. And rebranding was needed.

Mr. brown opened the book and looked at the table of content. He clearly was unfamiliar with the book he’s now holding. He skimped over the book.

"Amm let's see, let’s see, there!" Mr. Brown started to quote the book.

 

"In case of a student unable to remain quiet during class, and after been warned at least once, the teacher should use the silence enforcer device, or S.E.D. for short. The S.E.D would assist the troubled student and act as a deterrent to other students as well."

 

Annie was confused, she looked at the class hoping some might tell her what was going on. But the other students seemed mostly curious, meaning they knew nothing too. Mr. Brown, however, jumped into action.

“Ahh yes. I remember that one.” He said, mainly to himself.

He opened a second drawer in his desk and took out a box with the same shade of deep blue as the book. The box was built with the same craftsmanship as the book, and labeled, imprinted on the lid (No handwrite on a white sticker for the teachers of Bolares international college), “Disciplinary Kit for a Teacher”.

He opened the box, lid facing the class and Annie, so no one could see inside, and he took out a small red ball with black leather straps attached to its sides.

The class murmured in shock and excitement. One of the students laughed and yelled “That’s a ball-gag!” Mr. Brown corrected, “No. this is a silence enforcer device.”

Annie could not understand what was happening. “What the hell is this?” she thought.

“Please put it on Miss Jackson.” Mr. brown said.

“What?” Annie snapped to attention. “Where?” she asked, unsure if it was a stupid question.

“In your mouth.” Said Mr. Brown and flipped the book so Annie could see the instructing illustrations in the handbook, “Like this” he pointed.

Annie was mortified. The ball is meant to go inside of her mouth, and straps around her head, locking the ball into place.

“No.” Annie said, the word just spilled out, on a reflex.

Mr. Brown was shocked. “Excuse me?” he said in an angry tone.

“Fuck no.” she said, with more intent now.  “I can’t. I won’t. I’m not doing it” she said softly.

Mr. Brown seemed disappointed. “I can’t force you to do anything. But the rules in this school are very strict. If you refuse, you will be expelled.”

“Expelled?” Annie thought. She can’t get expelled. She must be here. Winning that lottery was one of the best things that ever happened to her. Her family doesn’t have a lot of money. Not poor, but going to such a prestigious college, to learn graphical art, instead of something more ‘practical’, like her parents wanted, was never an option.

She stared at the S.E.D for a few moments, and seeing no other choice, she reluctantly reached her hand to take it.

She looked at it with fear. The ball seems much bigger up close.

"Miss Jackson if you have a problem with putting the S.E.D on, I can help you." Offered Mr. Brown.

Annie was horrified by the idea. Annie held the straps in both hands. The whole class was watching in silence.

Annie wanted to get it over with as soon as possible, so she opened her mouth and placed the red ball there, and then she quickly tied the straps behind her head. The class was filled with whispering and giggling.

"Please turn around." asked Mr. Brown, and Annie turned her back to him. "Too loose" he murmured, and then, without warning, he tightened the gag, causing Annie to yelp and open her eyes wide with surprise. Just one more thing, he said, and soon followed a metallic click sound.

Annie reached back to feel what he had done, and at the same time turned to face him. Annie saw her teacher holding a small key, and quickly realized that he had locked the ball gag.

"Muffff!!!" Annie tried to protest.

"Nice to see the S.E.D. is working." Said the satisfied teacher. "Usually, the S.E.D. is to remain on till the end of the interrupted class, but since you cursed earlier you would have to wear it on during break time as well."

"Faaffft?!" Annie wanted to scream but only a weak voice came out.

"I believe the exact words were ‘Fuck no’. Now please get back to your sit."

Annie made her way back while looking at the mixture of grins and shocked faces of her classmates and sat in her place. Mr. Brown continued his class like nothing had happened.

“God it's so big! My mouth is wide open and my jaw hurts! Every time I try to close my mouth a bit it springs back!” she thought.

It took Annie a few minutes to get used to it. The initial shock and unease subsided. She learned to unclench her throat and breathe normally through her nose. Annie looked around the class and saw that everyone was extremely quiet. So, besides her utter humiliation she had to admit the S.E.D. did this part of its job well. And even she got back to studying, After the big gag that stuffed her mouth became a mild, constant pain. Not being able to speak, with the pain that kept her grounded, did wonders for her concentration problems. Not that she had any intentions of keeping the S.E.D. for other classes. But there she was, with a notebook and pen, listening. Writing.

That is of course until she started to drool. Annie tried to contain the situation, but when her shirt started to be covered in saliva, she raised her hand.

"Yes, what is it?" asked Mr. Brown.

And in response Annie answered "cef I fef if off?"

"Miss Jackson I'm afraid you will have to come to my desk and write down your question." So, she did.

"I'm drooling, can I take it off?" Read the teacher out loud, causing Annie to turn red.

"Well miss Jackson, you most certainly cannot take it off. But you 'may' go to the bathroom to clean yourself up."

***

Luckily there was no one else in the hallway and the bathroom, so no one else saw her in this humiliating state. "At least one thing is going my way." she thought. Looking at herself in the mirror with the ball gag in her mouth and saliva all over her shirt, all she could think about is how she got herself in this mess. "Damit! I look so stupid! Well... There is no point in crying, I don't want Mr. Brown to give me any other ridiculous punishments for taking too long in the bathroom."

Annie then took some paper towels and cleaned her mouth and chin. Afterwards she tried to clean her shirt, but something was wrong. It smeared the saliva instead of drying it. So, Annie took more paper towels, this time with some tap water she rubbed her chest. "Oh crap!" Annie panicked. Not only that the water didn't help, but they also made things worse. The shirt became transparent where the water and the saliva were. "What the hell is this shirt made of!?" 

Annie looked in the mirror to check the damage. The upper half of her boobs were completely visible! In a closer look she could see part of her pink areola.

"That's it, I'm going home. Wait! Mr. Brown has the key for the S.E.D., I mean ball gag." Annie started to calm down once she had a plan. "I'll go back to class and ask Mr. Brown for the key. He'll surely agree once he see my shirt."

Annie was once again lucky enough not to encounter anyone else in the hallway on her way back. Before entering the class Annie decided on a strategy of facing the board once she enters the class. When she opened the door, the classroom went quiet. Annie quickly turned to face the board and walked towards Mr. Brown's desk. Trying to make it look like she is reading from the board, so she won't look too suspicious. When she finally got the desk after what felt like eternity. She turned to write down her request but before she could even pick up the pen Mr. Brown yelled.

"Miss Jackson!!! What are you wearing? I sent you to the bathroom not a wet T-shirt contest!"

The class burst out laughing. And Annie felt utter humiliation. "Au nuf unerfend!"

"Don't bother with excuses. I won't understand anyway." The teacher reached again for his guide, causing Annie to freak out.

"No no no no!" her mind yelled.

"Uniform related issues" he started from the headline. Mr. Brown moved his finger down a list of offenses with a number next to each offence. "Severe indecency. That sounds about right." Then he moved his finger to the number next to it. "10 spanks" he declared.

Annie was mortified. She looked down to the notebook to see for herself but all she could see before Mr. Brown closed it was that one offence had the number 50 next to it, With a bunch of side notes. "What could possibly result in such punishment? Going fully naked around the school?" She wondered.

Mr. Brown then got up and moved his chair to the front of the class, sat on it and tapped on his lap. Annie didn't see any other option. She stood there flashing most of her tits to her classmates, already completely humiliated and if she will refuse now, she'll still lose her scholarship. So, she bent down and laid on her teacher's lap. Her boobs hung in the air and her ass lifted.

"The guide recommends that the student count the spanks. But since you can't, the class will do the counting."

"Oh God this is just getting worse and worse." She thought.

Smack! came a blow without warning, making Annie jump.

"Muffff!" she yelped.

No one in the class was ready too so no one counted. "I see you didn't understand. You need to count." explained Mr. Brown. "When I do this,"

Smack! Again, without any warning. And this time even harder to stress his point. "You count. Let's call that an example and try again from the top.”

"Wafff?!" Annie screamed at this injustice.

Smack! Came the third spank.

"One" answered half the class, hesitating. "Good" encouraged them the teacher.

Smack! “two" This time the whole class answered.

Smack! "Three! " Now they were yelling. The boys with grater enthusiasm. And most girls with a grin on their faces.

Smack! "Four!" Every blow caused Annie to jump. She tried to protect her rear with her hands, but the teacher moved them out of his way.

Smack! "Five!" "Aww fuck that hurt. This son of a bitch is spanking harder every time!"

Smack! "Six!" Every blow made her ass turned redder under her skirt.

Smack! "Seven!" and every count made her face redder.

Smack! "Eight!" But it was actually the tenth.

Smack! "Nine!"

Smack! "Ten!" Mr. Brown saved his hardest blow for last. Causing Annie to yell "muuuffffff!!!"

The class cheered and laughed for a few minutes before Mr. Brown regained control over the class. And only then he turned to Annie and asked her to get up and go back to her chair. Still shocked by what had just happened she walked back. Her ass sored when she sat down. Overwhelmed by humiliation and anger, Annie started to blame herself for being so stupid and letting it happen. "Why the fuck did I come without a bra today?! I could have picked something from the laundry."

The bell interrupted her train of thought. "OK class we are done for today. And thanks to miss Jackson's interruptions you would have to complete the class by yourself. Pages 20 to 25 in your textbooks".

The class stared at Annie, but not all out of anger. Annie didn't care anymore so she crossed her arms and let out a decisive "mff!"
Of course, she immediately felt dumb again for not thinking to cross her arms when she walked back to class.

The class dispersed, each to his next class and so did Annie, reluctantly, with half her boobs exposed and a ball gag in her mouth.