John and Mary Naked in School

John and Mary Naked at School

by Obohobo

Chapter 1. Forced into 'The Programme'

"Good morning boys and girls," headmaster Greg Walders greeted us as usual on that Monday morning. There was no indication it was going to be anything other than a normal week. I did note a strange man sitting at the back of the hall holding a clipboard but never thought anything more about it.

"Good morning Sir," we chorused our usual reply, just as we did at every morning assembly at this small rural school. There were only 128 pupils attending, about 25 in each year class. We said prayers and sang a hymn; everything seemed normal and routine until he went to the lectern to give out the daily notices.

"Last week you were given pamphlets to take home giving details of what has become known in America as the 'Naked in School Programme'. Over here we are more pompous and gave it the grandiose sounding title, 'Inhibitions Awareness Week' but I shall continue to use the term used in most American schools and just call it 'The Programme' although of course, they spell the word 'programme' differently. It is a government backed programme and we will be the first school in England to try it out. Therefore we will be under scrutiny from the education authorities to see that we successfully complete it and to iron out any problems that might arise. We have a gentleman, a Mr. Baker, sitting at the back of the hall who is going to take notes and write a report on how well we succeed." Everyone of course turned round and stared at him which made him look a little uncomfortable. He nodded and scratched his nose with his pen.

"I am sure it is one of the pamphlets you will all have read. Basically two children from each year and where practical, it will be a boy and a girl, are chosen to be naked throughout the lesson periods for one week. The only clothing allowed are your shoes and if you have to go outside in inclement weather, some form of clothing may be authorised. This week that is unnecessary." Along with others I gasped. We hadn't believed it would start until the September term and by then I would have moved on to college.

"Yes, it was a surprise to me too," Headmaster Walders went on, "But the authorities decided it would be a good idea to have a trial run at a small school during this spell of warm fine weather. I know from the phone calls I've had that some, indeed many, of your parents disagree with it and have vociferously given me their opinion on the matter. Others have thought it a good idea. Whatever their opinion, the people chosen must take part. You cannot and will not opt out. Your parents have no say in the matter at all. The minister for education has decreed that the programme is compulsory for all children starting next September and it is also compulsory for the two I have selected for this week and for the pair from each year that will be in the programme next week. If you think of staying away from school for any reason other than serious illness, I am instructed to send the police to find you and you will have to take the programme again with penalties. Penalties that have yet to be decided. Next week and the following week we will start the full programme and have two from each year. This trial period will last just the three weeks and then in September all the schools in the country will participate." He paused and there was a great deal of muttering in the hall.

"Quiet please, boys and girls. I know it is a shock to you but we have to go through with it." He sounded sympathetic and from what I found out afterwards, I expect he genuinely was. He always behaved in a kindly manner to us and everyone liked him. An important factor in a small school like this. "For this first trial week I am only selecting a boy and a girl from the top class." I began to feel uncomfortable; I was in the top class. "One of the precepts for the English title is that the programme should help the participants to overcome their inhibitions and shyness. For a week they will be the centre of attention and everything they do will be noticed and this week and the following two weeks in particular, their reactions will be closely monitored. I know it will be particularly difficult for the first pair because of the newness of the situation and the fact that a stranger will be following them around. However, as they are senior pupils I am sure they will cope well if the rest of you give them the support they will need. Later on when the school has to participate fully you will become accustomed to seeing naked children about the place because each week there will be two from each year class. Things should become a little easier then. For this week especially, I trust all of you will help the chosen pair to get through their ordeal, and it will be an ordeal of that I am certain, with the least amount of problems." Many of the younger children were turning around and looking at the back two rows of chairs where the top class was seated. We all looked at each other. Everyone tried to guess who would be chosen and praying it wasn't him or her.

"Before I ask the two participants to come up here, I will reiterate some of the rules you all must follow. They are all given in the pamphlet but in case you didn't read them here are the main points again. They have been modified from the original ones used by the American schools.

1. Participants must remain without clothing for the whole time they are at school. Only shoes are permitted and they may carry a backpack or similar with their books during the transition from one class to another. Protective clothing may also be worn when necessary at the discretion of the staff. For example, for woodwork and home economics lessons you may be permitted to wear aprons if necessary to protect your bodies.

2. Other children may touch or fondle the participants anywhere on their bodies for a short time. Bullying and harsh treatment is not permitted.

3. Sexual intercourse in any form is not allowed on the school premises.

4. Participants should help each other and provide sexual relief (without intercourse), should that become necessary."

He went on and read all the rules to us and made sure everyone understood them. I hardly heard him reading but I had read them several times over the weekend and had wondered what I would do if selected but then dismissed the idea, as the programme wasn't due to start until next term. I realised now, that was for the general run of schools, not ours. We'd been selected for a test trial. A pilot scheme. Like everyone else in my class I was sweating when the head paused ready to announce the unlucky pair. I prayed to all the gods I could think of, that it wasn't me. Yet I knew I was a prime candidate. I was shy, I didn't mix with others, I hated my bulky body; I hated team sports. I could have named a dozen reasons. It would just be so overwhelmingly embarrassing to have to walk around and be stared at by the rest of the school. I knew I was working myself mentally into high state of anger for a situation that may not arise but I had a gut feeling that it would.

"Will John Blake and Mary Watkins come up to the stage please."

"NOOOO!!" I yelled at the top of my voice. I heard a loud wail and bitter tears coming from along the row. I knew it was from Mary. "NOOO!" I yelled again, "I won't do it." Mary screamed so loud it virtually drowned my voice.

"Bring them here," the headmaster said sternly. It took the P.E and History teachers to control me and get me on to the platform. I struggled and kicked but eventually I was dragged on to the stage. Two mistresses were dragging Mary. She was fighting and screaming too. I could see she was terrified. "Leave her alone, you've no right to do this to her," I yelled in my anger. Mary was a friend, a girl I often worked with on projects. Not a girlfriend but about the only girl in my class I could talk to without clamming up. She, like me, was rather on the plump side and on mother's orders, always covered her body and wore a long skirt even in warm weather. The teachers held me with some difficulty as I tried to go to her aid. Mary fought bravely and it took a further member of staff to get her on the stage where she slumped to the floor and sobbed piteously. The home economics mistress wasn't too pleased either; Mary had raked her nails down the teacher's cheek.

"I'm very sorry John and Mary but you have to go through with this. No amount of stubbornness will let you off. You have to undress now."

"You've got to be bloody joking!" I don't usually swear but I was so angry that I didn't care what I said.

"Sorry, I'm not joking. Either you both undress now or we'll have to undress you" The head's voice was stern again. I knew he meant what he said and I felt he didn't want to have to say it. Still I refused and Mary just lay in a heap on the floor. The hall was silent except some of the girls were crying in sympathy with us or particularly Mary. I pretended to start unfastening my shirt and suddenly shook myself free from the teachers' hold and went and lay on the floor and clasped Mary around her shoulders. She twisted slightly and held me so tight I could hardly breathe.

"Stop this nonsense at once the pair of you!" The head was getting angry. He hadn't expected this amount of resistance. We ignored the command. "Separate them!" It took some time for a whole group of teachers to get us apart and afterwards we both fought like tigers punching and kicking at everything in sight. I didn't care that they were teachers that I liked and got on well with. This morning they were the enemy and I would fight to the death if need be. The children started chanting so it all became very messy, more like a night at a wrestling match. Mr. Jacobsen the history teacher took a blow from my fist to his eye that quickly started turning black. He was not best pleased I can tell you. He resisted punching me back but I expected that I would show bruises from the rough way that the staff held me. "This physical abuse of a pupil. It's illegal," I yelled but the head muttered something about restraining us for our own good. Mary too was fighting bravely. She must have hit Miss Hakonby because the woman's nose was pouring blood. My shirt was torn and I yelled "You'll have to pay for that" but no one seemed to notice. Inevitably the sheer number of staff overpowered us and we were stripped, our arms forced behind our backs and we were displayed naked to the whole school. A loud cheer sounded through the hall and I thought it was as much for the fight we put up as for the sight of us without our clothes. I hoped the stranger at the back of the hall was taking note of all that happened. Still we struggled but for the time being, much of the fight had gone out of me and I was out of breath. Never before could I remember being so angry but I was still determined to fight the system the whole way.

My body was covered with sweat and tears were flowing down my face as I looked out over the children staring and laughing at us. My prick I knew had started to rise and that added to my embarrassment and humiliation. All the children in the front row were year seven, most only twelve years old. I hated everyone for what they were doing but at the moment I was helpless and not able to do anything about it. To my left I saw Mary sobbing, her breasts heaving, her nipples erect. Miss Dobson, the P.E. mistress she hated, held her. Like me, Mary detested sport although both of us with our large framed bodies, could probably have done well at some events, we preferred more intellectual things. For a moment our eyes met before we turned our heads away. I knew she'd seen my erection.

Eventually the head was able to calm the children and he started to again explain the supposed advantages of the project. Vaguely I heard him stating, "Try and treat the fact that boys and girls become sexually aroused when naked in front of others. This is likely to be particularly the case when they are exposed for the first time as you can see from the reaction of John's penis and Mary's nipples."

Anger swelled within me again. "Yeah, and don't forget each and every one of you will at sometime be forced to parade yourselves like this! Like animals in a zoo!" I yelled. Mary too was crying out but her words were not very intelligible. Mr. Jones my P.E. teacher pulled my arms higher at the back and hissed for me to be quiet. I tried unsuccessfully to back kick him in the groin. He disliked me as much as I disliked him. In my early years at the school he'd forced me to take part in games and when I didn't do it willingly had forced me to do press ups and had humiliated me, but even then I was stubborn. When the football actually came near me, I deliberately kicked it off the field or passed it to a player on the opposing side. Now in my final year, I was more or less left alone at games periods.

The head was still speaking and suggesting it would be a much more pleasant experience for everyone if we co-operated and took part in the programme of our own free wills but if that wasn't the case we would still have to participate. I yelled, "No way!" Mary let out a tremendous cry and I heard a thump. Somehow she'd freed her arms, turned and head butted Miss Dobson, knocking her to the floor. In a flash Mary was up and running. She charged between a row of teachers and disappeared through the side door. We guessed she was headed for the girl toilets. I struggled but Mr. Jones again forced my arms up. I swore at him but that only caused him to hurt me more.

Miss Dobson picked herself up and she and another member of staff started after Mary. "Leave her." The head called them back. Turning to me he said, "John, go and talk to her and bring her to my office. We'll try and sort this out there." It was a cunning move. If the staff had gone there would have been another altercation, sending me as her friend might calm her and perhaps me as well. My arms were released and I too fled from the stage.

On the way to the girl's loos, I passed Miss Hakonby coming out of the staff toilets. Her nose had stopped bleeding but her blouse was stained with her blood. She looked angry too but I didn't pause to find out and she didn't follow me.

As I expected, the door to the cubicle was locked but I could hear Mary sobbing inside. I knocked, "Mary, it's me, John. Let me in."

"No! Go away. I want to die."

"Mary, I feel the same but they won't let us do that. If you don't come out soon they'll get the caretaker to bring his special key that unlocks the door from this side. We have to talk Mary. Let me in. I'm your friend. I'm alone at the moment."

"You only want to come in so you can poke me with that thing of yours."

"No Mary, much as I would like to, I would not do that until we are calmer and you want to. Please open the door so we can talk. The head has given me ten minutes to persuade you to come and discuss the whole programme mess in his office. If we can't come up with some sort of plan then the staff'll drag us there. That'll mean another fight and I don't want to keep hurting people."

"You really won't try and…fuck…me John?"

"You should know me better than that Mary."

After a long pause I heard the latch click and the door opened. I slipped inside and locked the door again. Immediately Mary surprised me by giving me a hug. "Please John, help me. Get us out of this."

"I'll try," I replied, "But at the moment they seem to have the upper hand. However, they won't get very far if we oppose every thing they try and make us do." I sat on the seat and Mary sat on my lap. My erection was tight against her thigh. It felt nice to me but I guessed it would worry her. "Mary, I can't help my prick getting hard but I promise I won't do anything with it with you until you want to."

"Would you want to do it with a lump like me?" Her reply took me by surprise.

"Yes, of course I would. I like you Mary. I like you a lot. I've wanted to ask you out but I never go out and am always too shy to ask anyway. In any case your mother would have had a fit if she thought we were alone together. I've loved those evenings when we've had to work together on projects." We were whispering in case anyone crept into the toilet room. Our bodies were of necessity very close in the confines of the cubicle and with her sitting on my lap with my arms around her body and hers around my neck our lips were only inches apart. Tentatively I kissed her. At first her face registered shock but then she kissed me back. It was only a light kiss but from it I knew our relationship had changed. Maybe she wanted me as much as I wanted her. "Let's make a dash for the roof, Mary. We can sit in silent protest there for a bit. I doubt whether the caretaker has fixed the lock yet."