PART 61
The two girls made it to Mr. Kelly's office at the same time. He escorted them
into the main foyer where two exercise machines that resembled the Nordic Trac
were stationed.
"OK girls, pick your machines," Mr. Kelly said. The students who were passing
through the foyer stopped to see what promised to be an interesting event.
"Excuse me Mr. Kelly," Shannon said.
"Each of you will ride these machines for a little while. Please pick the one
you want. I thought I was pretty clear."
Shannon looked at Carrie and shrugged, but got up onto the machine on the right,
closer to the main walkway. Carrie then mounted the one on the left, closer to
the wall.
"Make sure your feet are in the stirrups and begin operating the machine. You
will be on there for the first 20 minutes of the period."
The assembled students (and some teachers Shannon noticed) giggled at the order.
There was nothing particularly taxing for the young girls, 20 minutes on the
exercise machine was nothing. But being on this machine, holding the handles and
exerting force left them completely open to anyone's view, unable to close. Of
course, as they exercised, their breasts and asses would bounce and create an
erotic sight. And the sight of sweaty nude young girls in the halls would raise
most of the boys' blood pressures (among other things).
The girls started moving the machines, pulling their arms in the opposite
direction of their feet. It was long before sweat started to form on their nude
bodies as they exerted energy. Shannon was definitely in better shape than her
friend, who started to feel the burn in her thighs and shoulders, The gathered
crowd watched Carrie's amble breasts sway from the exertion but also from the
heavy breathing. Shannon's little breasts did not jiggle the way Carrie's did,
but her taut, firm body was still a sight to behold.
Finally, Mr. Kelly told the crowd to move onto their next class. Shannon and
Carrie had hoped their workout was done but he set the timer and showed them the
video camera and told them not to stop until the timer went off and he came back
to get them down. Any stoppage before the alarm going off would signal another
punishment.
The girls groaned at the knowledge that their punishment was not yet over but
continued moving on the exercise machine. Carrie closed her eyes in exhaustion,
trying to forget the heaviness in her chest and the pain in her legs and
shoulders. Shannon wanted to close her eyes but something caught them. It was
Mr. Jones, standing off in the shadows, watching their every move. She thought
he was almost nude but remembered he was wearing a tan suit that day. His hand
seemed to be moving quickly but when he saw her looking at him, he vanished into
a door and was gone.
Finally the alarm sounded and Mr. Kelly came out of his office. "Okay, girls,
part one is over. You may get off the machines."
The girls stopped moving their arms and feet and brought the machines to a
complete stop. Carrie's body felt like it was on fire every time she moved and
was a bit woozy as her bare feet came out of the holders and onto the floor.
Shannon was a bit better off but she was still a bit unsteady after 20 minutes
of full movement.
"Ladies, over here for part two."
The girls both moaned at hearing his instruction. They had hoped that part two
wasn't going to happen. They moved tentatively towards the disciplinarian who
was holding a long silver cylinder.
"OK, stand here, back to back, about a few inches apart...good girls," he said.
"Now, each of you bend over and grab your ankles."
The girls looked at him questioningly. This seemed weird, even for the recent
events. This would put them in a very vulnerable position in the middle of very
well-trafficked place.
"Come on ladies, please do not make me ask you again," the disciplinarian said
sternly.
Shannon moved first, grabbing her ankles, causing her ass to stick out and
become very prominent. From her vantage point, she saw several male students
standing behind her, pointing at her asshole, now on display, and slit which was
very prominent. She then saw Carrie's head and their eyes locked as Carrie
assumed the position, her eyes wide open and scared. Shannon smiled and mouthed
the words, "relax."
"Girls, I am going to put my hands on your upper backs to put you into position.
Please do not be alarmed, I am a gentleman."
Both girls winced a little as his cold hands touched their sweaty backs and
pulled them backwards a bit until their butts and slits met and they were
leaning on each other. He then pulled Shannon an inch away from Carrie and slit
the metal cylinder in between and wedged it between each set of pussy lips,
producing gasps from each of the girls.
"Ladies, part two of your punishment is to stay in this position until I come
and get you, roughly 15 minutes after the bell. That means you will stay like
this for the next 40 minutes."
Moans of anguish from the girls, who did not think they could stay in such an
uncomfortable spot for so long, especially with the cold metal wedged inside
their moist sexes.
"If either of you moves and this cylinder falls, the punishment will be double
your current nudity. Is that clear?"
Both girls shivered but said yes in unison. The assembled crowd laughed at the
funny way the girls were standing and forced to stay.
"Oh and one other thing," Mr. Kelly said before reaching over and switching a
button that made the cylinder vibrate. "Enjoy ladies."
The groans turned to moans as the vibrations felt good inside of them. Shannon
knew the feeling and hated what was happening to her body. She was going to cum
and hoped to God that no one knew. Also, the wetter she got, the more slippery
the cylinder became and the possibility of a slip became greater.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mr. Kelly put a sign up that said, "Please
do not touch Carrie Bartlett and Shannon Malone, our nude students, with your
hands. Punishment is one day of nudity."
One day of nudity, she thought. Carrie got three weeks for less than that. She
tried to take her mind off of the terrible buzzing between her legs but it was
getting more intense. She felt Carrie's body swaying and whispered..."please
Carrie, stay tough...we have to keep it there. Think of something else."
Both girls tried to take their minds off of the intense pleasure building in
their loins. Carrie thought about the terrible trouble she was going to be in at
home and what her father would do to her. Shannon tried to think about
basketball or something gross, but it was no use. The orgasm was coming and
coming fast.
"Caaarrieeee...ii can't sstop itt. I'mm going to cumm...heelppp mee! AHHHH!!!"
The girl's body shook as she grabbed her ankles tighter and tighter to try and
keep from moving. Her vibrations sent Carrie over the edge who cried out in
anguish from her second public orgasm of the day. Both girls were exhausted from
their impressive climaxes but somehow they managed to stay pressed tightly
together avoid having the vibrating cylinder slip away.
"Great job," they heard a girl's voice say and heard applause from the gathered
crowd. Carrie cringed when she heard the voice...it was Emily, the girl that she
had humiliated in photo lab.
"Wow Carrie, I always knew that you and Shannon were close, but never this
close...cumming together, how sweet. Must feel nice to know that your pussies
are so close together that you can feel the same vibrator. Cool huh."
Both nude girls wanted to say something back but knew they were not exactly in a
position of power. Carrie also knew that she deserved some of this after the
trick she pulled on Emily earlier.
"Emily," Carrie said, her voice muffled and strange from being bent over. "I'm
really sorry for what happened in photo lab. I was angry and you were being
mean."
"You think that was mean, wait until you see this."
She heard the girl take the lid off of something and smelled it...it was a
marker.
"Emily, don't, please. You'll get a punishment, read the sign."
"I'm not going to touch you, the marker is. I just want people to know the kind
of person they are dealing with."
Carrie saw the girl approach and felt the marker on her ass cheeks. She stayed
totally still, even as the marker made letters on her ass. Whatever was written
must have been humiliating because the gathered students pointed and laughed.
"Now the front," Emily said as she wedged herself in to write something on the
girl's breasts and then on her thighs. Carrie and Shannon could both plainly
read what had been written on the thighs..."I like it here" with an arrow
pointing up towards her slit. Shannon saw that the writing on her breasts said,
"Moo Moo" on the left one and "Squeeze for good luck" on the other.
Carrie closed her eyes, knowing that the marker would be hard to scrub off.
"Now, to earn three extra weeks for you and six more for your lesbo friend, try
and stay still now."
Carrie felt it at her side, a slight tickle. Then it got more intimate. She
looked up and saw that Emily was using a feather to tickle her sides and her
breasts. She was trying not to squirm but, like most girls, her breasts were
very ticklish. Then she felt it tickle her asshole and she jumped. Somehow, her
ass maintained some sort of contact with Shannon's and the vibrator stayed in
but it dropped a little and any more would be the end.
"Oh God, please no, Emily, please stop...I'll do anything if you stop," Carrie
said.
"I'll stop...right after this feather touches your little puss...try and stand
still now."
Just as the feather was about to touch her slit, Mr. Kelly came out.
"What is the meaning of this," he asked Emily. "Did you not read the sign that
said don not touch? That meant no touching."
"But sir, I did not touch them, the marker did and the feather did. Not me,"
Emily answered in a sweet voice.
Mr. Kelly looked at the girl and grimaced. He was afraid that she was right but
this was to stop.
"Alright, you got me, but now I want to be made clear. No one is to touch these
girls at all, not with an object or their hands. Got it Emily?"
The girl nodded, giving a hateful smile towards Carrie, who could barely see and
was lightheaded after the tickling attacks and the fact that her head was upside
down.
"Alright, girls, 10 more minutes. Everyone can watch these girls but no more
touching. Let me readjust this vibrator for you so it doesn't fall."
Mr. Kelly reached between the asses of the two tortured girls and pulled the
vibrator up higher, causing the girls to breathe a small sigh of relief. The
crowd started to disperse but when the bell rang, the hallway filled again.
Everyone came by to have a look and many got a laugh from seeing the writing on
Carrie's ass. By now the girls were almost too lightheaded to care but they
continued to see the feet and legs of their schoolmates, the girls in their
saddle shoes and blue socks or tights and the boys in regular brown shoes, socks
and pants.
The time was almost up when Shannon felt that familiar tingle again. "OHH God,
no," she said as quietly as she could.
"What Shannon," Carrie whispered.
"It's happening again," she said, squeezing her eyes shut.
"No, Shannon, no. I'm too weak to handle it. We're almost there. Hold off
please."
"OHHH GODD! I can'ttt!! UHHHHH!"
The noises came out like little squeaks as the girl did her best to hold off the
orgasm. Her whole body tensed but her ass remained tight against Carrie.
"Shannon, hang on, I know it's awful."
"Alright girls, time's up. You can let go."
Shannon let out a loud screaming orgasm and fell to the floor, curling up in the
fetal position. She then screamed as her muscles burned from being in the same
position for so long. Carrie could barely stand erect and needed help from Mr.
Kelly to get into a full standing position, groaning as her back straightened.
The vibrator fell to the ground with a clang and everyone gasped when they saw
what was there. They had wondered what the buzzing was and what had sent poor
Shannon over the edge.
"Oh jeez, girls, I'm sorry about the writing. I thought the sign was clear.
Honey, go to the showers and try to get it off. Maybe Shannon can help you when
she comes back to Earth."
Carrie walked gingerly over towards where best friend laid curled up in a ball
of exhaustion and humiliation. Two forced orgasms in plain view of everyone, but
the second one had been the most powerful one she had ever had. She was so
embarrassed by the fact that everyone knew it too.
"It's alright Shannon, you were right. We did it together...we made it!"
Shannon looked dazed as she looked up at her friend. She heard the words but was
not comprehending.
"Come on, come with me to the locker room and help me get this marker off."
Carrie grabbed Shannon's shaking hand and helped her to her feet. Shannon winced
as her legs straightened but soon had her wits about her and followed Carrie
down the hall. When her eyes got lower she saw what Emily had written.
"Oh God, Carrie, this is awful."
"What?"
"The writing," she said, pointing to Carrie's asscheeks.
"What does it say, Oh God, I hope it comes off."
"It says, I like it back here, push it in hard."
Carrie turned white as a ghost. "Please walk close so no one can see it. Oh God,
I hope it comes off."
PART 62
The girls separated after spending about 20 minutes scrubbing the marker
off...almost all of it came off...luckily Carrie's glean of sweat made it nearly
a bit easier...her skin had been wet when Emily had written. Still, the areas
which had been written on were raw and red, obvious to the naked (no pun
intended) eye. And the words on her ass, which falsely told the world that she
liked being butt fucked, were still there, faded but there.
The halls had mostly emptied by now. The only ones left were those involved with
sports or activities. Shannon was late for basketball and had scurried to the
gym. Carrie was due in the theater for rehearsal of Grease. She wondered if
there was any way out of this but knew there wasn't. Mr. Jones had already
forced Shannon to play a basketball game naked. Why not a naked actress?
She entered the theater and saw the rest of the cast gathered on stage. At least
she didn't have to worry about costumes, she thought. The gang, her best
friends, stared as she came in through the stage door and went up the steps. She
was so humiliated to be here naked with these people she so admired.
The all stood in silence as she entered the group. The guys were eying her
hungrily...the other girls were sneaking peeks to size her up. Then, Jennifer,
who was playing Rizzo, the bad girl, the play, walked up to her and stared her
in the eye.
"Couldn't let me steal all of the glory could you Bartlett," she said
menacingly. Carrie was scared for a second until the girl broke into a big smile
and the rest of the group joined in. "Gotcha ya!"
Carrie sighed and joined in the laughter...this didn't feel like it was directed
at her as much, though she knew it was in some ways. It felt good to be among
her friends.
"Cheer up kid," Jennifer said. "At least now we're going to be sure to have a
sellout."
The cast all laughed, including Carrie, and they headed off to the side of the
stage. The director, Mr. Sanders, came on stage at that point. He didn't seemed
fazed at all by the young beauty's nudity.
"Well hello Carrie, thanks for joining us. Tough to have a rehearsal without
Sandy."
"Sorry Mr. Sanders, it's just that..."
"Don't worry hon, it's fine. Mr. Kelly told me where you were. Anyway, let's get
on with it. Tomorrow is our last dress rehearsal before Friday's show. We have a
lot to get through today."
Hearing the word "dress" made her sad, but Carrie quickly forgot her nudity for
a while as she absorbed herself into the discussions about each scene. Mr.
Sanders had been an actor off-Broadway before coming to run the theater program
at St. Mark's and he had taught her a lot. She wondered if she would be able to
do this professionally. But first, she knew she had to get through the next two
weekends of the show.
Finally the discussions were over and she had to act out a scene. It was the
scene involving Danny, her love interest. They were reenacting the movie rather
than the play and this scene took place in the diner.
Carrie was fine as she entered the scene, but then she saw Craig, the boy that
had made her pussy wet that morning, the one that she had dreamt about. He was
playing Danny and this is the first she had seen him since she became nude.
He entered the scene, wearing jeans and a buttoned-up oxford. He looked
adorable, Carrie thought, and I look horrible. What must he think of me?
Somehow she got the power to make it through the scene without screwing up too
badly. Surprisingly, Craig, a very strong actor who planned to major in theater
in college, kept messing up his lines, fumbling through things.
"Craig, what's the matter man," Mr. Sanders asked. "This is not like you."
"Mr. Sanders, she's naked. How do you expect me to perform normally when there's
a naked girl so close to me? It's impossible."
Carrie felt her stomach tighten, like she might throw up. This boy, whom she
lusted after, was unable to be near her because of her nudity. She was going to
ruin this whole show that they had worked so hard on for weeks.
With tears flowing down her face, Carrie said softly, "I would quit the play if
they would let me, so that things could go on as planned. But they won't. I'm so
sorry."
She dropped her script to the floor and ran backstage, past the other actors and
actresses not used to outbursts from this girl. She ran into the one of the
unused makeup rooms and hid her head in her hands sobbing.
After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door.
"Go away," she said.
"Can I please come in," said the voice that she recognized as Craig's.
The door opened slightly and he eased into the room that was lit by one a dim
lamp on the counter.
"Please don't. I feel awful enough about ruining the play. I don't need to feel
any worse."
"Well, that's why I'm here. I wanted to say I'm sorry about all of that. Your
nudity wasn't a problem, it was how it makes me feel."
She looked up at him through teary eyes, the cute boy a blurry image.
"I really like you Carrie and have wanted to tell you for a long time. I just
never knew how. Now, with you naked, I can't concentrate. I followed you
everywhere between classes, just watching you. You are so pretty and have such a
great personality and a great body, I just can't help it."
Carrie wasn't sure what to do. The boy wasn't even looking at her, choosing
instead to concentrate on his own sneakers.
"Um, that's sweet Craig...please, look at me."
The boy raised his face and made eye contact with the naked girl. Carrie was
surprised to see his eyes on hers instead of on her breasts or pussy or bare
legs.
"Craig, it's still me, still Carrie. I'm so glad you feel this way about me,
because I feel this way about you. You were the reason I wore those sexy panties
this morning."
The boy's mouth dropped open. "Me? How?"
"Well, I had a dream about you last night and I was feeling naughty, so I wore
them."
Craig's mouth closed and turned into a smile.
"Hey, would you like to grab some dinner after rehearsal tonight?"
"Oh Craig, I can't tonight. My father is having a dinner party. Can it be
tomorrow night, after the dress rehearsal? Though I won't be getting dressed too
much."
The boy laughed and moved closer to Carrie.
"Tomorrow would be great. I'll wear something nice, though I don't think I can
say the same of you. Thanks."
He closed in and pulled her to him, giving her a long, soft hug. Carrie closed
her eyes, relishing the warmth of the boy next to her, the feel of his clothes
against her naked body. For his part, Craig could not believe that he was
feeling a nude body pressed against him, the first naked girl he had ever
touched. This was exactly what he wanted.
The two disengaged from the hug and moved out of the room. Some of the other
cast members saw the two blushing and that Craig was sporting a major hard on.
Jennifer gave a knowing smile to Carrie who grinned and then looked away as the
cast continued on with the rehearsal, Carrie feeling as comfortable as any naked
girl could on stage.
PART 63
When rehearsal was over, Carrie headed out of the theater and was met by
Shannon, who was sporting wet hair after showering post practice.
"How was it? Was it awful?" Shannon asked her friend.
"Actually, not at all, though I don't know if I'll make it through the shows
this weekend. But rehearsal was good and Craig asked me out."
Shannon was playfully shocked but then said, "I knew he would. I saw him
following you everywhere and then he was there the whole time we were working
out."
Now it was Carrie's turn to play shocked but she couldn't contain her smile. "I
know, I was embarrassed then but now I know why he was there. He likes me."
The naked girl started to blush.
"Well, we'd better head out. Colleen is coming to pick me up and she said she
would drive you home too."
"Oh that's great, let's go."
The two nude girls were almost out the front door when Mr. Jones stopped them.
"Ah, Miss Bartlett, I was hoping to catch you. Can you come back in here for a
second?"
The puzzled girls came back into the warmth of the school.
"Well, although I did not call for you too Miss Malone, I suppose it is okay for
you to come as well. Miss Bartlett, I think my original punishment was a bit
harsh. Your crime was certainly not as bad as Miss Malone's. Therefore, your
punishment is limited to school property only. You may wear your uniform to and
from school but must strip completely nude in the atrium before entering school
and bring your clothes to my office before going on to the rest of your day. If
I find you disobeying this rule, the punishment changes to match Miss Malone's
completely in length and severity. Am I being clear Miss?"
Carrie nodded, afraid to breathe wrong and lose the chance at her precious
clothes.
"Here is your uniform, put it on. You will notice there are no panties...they
were illegal and as such, you are not allowed to wear them again. Tomorrow, I
expect an acceptable pair of panties on you young lady. Understand?"
"Yes Mr. Jones," she said quietly, accepting the bag offered to her. She reached
in and pulled her uniform out, pulling it close against her. She quickly pulled
her skirt on to cover her pussy and ass. As she pulled on her bra, she looked at
her Shannon, her best friend, who looked happy for her despite the fact that she
was still naked and would be for five more weeks.
"Oh God, Shannon, I'm a horrible friend. I'm so sorry, it's just that..." her
voice trailed off.
"Come on Carrie, please. I'm happy for you...no sense both of us walking around
the streets totally naked."
Though her words were brave, the nude girl was a bit sad. She watched as Carrie
soon became totally covered, pulling her blouse together and button it shut. She
wished Mr. Jones would have a change of heart with her too, but she knew she was
destined to be this way for a while and, if Mr. Jones had his way, possibly
forever.
"By the way Miss Bartlett," Mr. Jones said, popping his head back out of the
office. "You are still entitled to driving privileges. Your keys are in your
pocket."
"Yes," Carrie said. "Um, thank you sir."
She grabbed her book bag and uniform bag and started out the door, taking
Shannon by the hand and pulling her out into the cold winter night. Carrie felt
so warm, despite having no panties...that was nothing compared to what she had
been through all day. Shannon felt the cold cement under her bare feet and the
nasty wind hitting her bare body and wanted to run back into the school but she
saw Colleen's car mercifully pull into the parking lot.
"Shannon, thanks for everything today, I don't think I would have made it
without you," Carrie said, pulling her best friend towards her in a hug.
"No problem, that's what friends are for. Good luck with your parents tonight."
"Thanks, I'll need it. At least I don't have to face them naked...that would be
awful."
The two friends got to Colleen's car and parted, with Carrie giving a wave to
Shannon's stepmother. Shannon eased into the car and sat down on the towel
covered seat. It almost didn't bother her anymore. At least the heat was on and
pumping.
"Thank you for the ride Col, taking the bus home this late by myself in my
condition would have been rough."
The older woman laughed. "I imagine so, though I have never been...um, in your
condition."
Colleen pulled away from the school and headed the car home. Being back at the
same high school she had graduated from 25 years ago brought back memories. She
thought she still had an outstanding body, though not the same one she had back
in 1976. In some ways, she liked her body better now. She had been rail thin in
high school with no breasts. After years of maturing, her legs were still
awesome (she worked out five times a week) but her breasts had grown a bit. They
were much more round than they had been as a teen.
She had thought a lot about poor Shannon and her plight. Colleen could not
imagine being 16 and naked all the time. Teen girls always have problems with
their bodies (breasts too big, not big enough, etc.) and sometimes want to hide
it. But for Shannon, there was no hiding an inch of her body. She wondered if
she could have taken this treatment when she was a young girl.
"I guess you're excited about tonight," Colleen said.
"Tonight," Shannon asked, not even bothering to open her eyes. She was enjoying
the dark, the heat and the light music playing.
"Yeah, you get your socks tonight. You didn't forget did you?"
Shannon sat bolt upright, her eyes wide open. "Oh God, I did, I forgot all about
it. I mean, it's always been there in the back of my head, I couldn't wait for
this day but with everything going on, I forgot it was today."
Colleen was surprised, figuring that the girl would have been counting the
minutes. Maybe Shannon was getting used to the nudity thing a little.
They pulled into the driveway and Shannon saw all of the lights were burning.
She caught a glimpse of Jimmy's nude bottom as he darted past the window in the
living room. Then it hit her...she wasn't even safe from prying eyes when she
was home.
She followed her stepmother out of the car and up the porch steps and into the
house. She felt the welcome warmth again and slipped inside just as Jimmy was
heading upstairs. She watched his cute little white butt flash as he went up the
stairs and she smiled. She would actually have more clothes than him in the
house after tonight.
Although she would still go completely naked to and from school, per her
punishment, her father had lightened her sentence a bit at home. Each week she
would earn cover, starting tonight with her socks. They were just to wear at
home but they would be so welcome.
She entered the kitchen where her father was preparing something Italian.
"Spaghetti and meatballs," she asked her father just before kissing him hello.
"Yep, my specialty for our big night. I think every Tuesday is going to be
special around here for the next few weeks."
Shannon wasn't sure what she thought about her father making a big deal about
her getting a piece of clothing. While she was glad to get them, making a
production out of it only drew more attention to her nudity.
Shannon walked over to the table and saw the table was set with six places.
"Is Megan coming home for dinner," she asked, hoping it was her sister home from
college who was coming instead of another guest.
"Nope. I invited Mr. Firgus over for dinner. You two have become so close and
he's all alone I didn't think you would mind."
Uggh, thought Shannon. She shouldn't mind Mr. Firgus being there. After all, he
had seen her in all of her naked glory many times and had come through for her
that morning. She just wanted to put on socks and forget it. Her father had
other plans.
"Shannon, could you put out some glasses and put ice in it," her father asked.
As she began to do as he asked, the doorbell rang.
"JIMMMYYYY, CANN YOUUU GETTT THATTT!"
Shannon looked at her father. "Daddy, he's naked, remember."
"That's alright, it's probably Mr. Firgus. You answer the door naked around
here, why shouldn't he?"
They heard Jimmy's tentative footsteps on the stairs and heard the door creak
open.
"Oh my, hello James," they heard Mr. Firgus say. "Don't be embarrassed boy, I
have one of those too."
"Yes sir," Jimmy replied as the door closed.
The man and the naked boy entered the kitchen. Mr. Firgus kissed Colleen on the
cheek and shook Jack's hand. "Hello Shannon, nice to see you again."
"Hi Mr. Firgus," Shannon said, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. The old man
felt his cock flutter in his pants. "Thanks again for giving me a ride this
morning."
"Think nothing of it," he said. Colleen and Jack hadn't known that Mr. Firgus
had been called on to drive their daughter and Shannon told the story. Jack
thanked the old man himself and called everyone in for dinner.
Brighid came in and was surprised to see their neighbor there with her two naked
siblings. She looked at her father, who smiled and asked her to grab a seat. Mr.
Firgus and Jimmy had already sat down (at opposite ends of the table, Brighid
noticed) and she eased in next to the old man, giving her sister a break.
Shannon breathed a sigh of relief and sat next to Jimmy in the corner. While she
liked Mr. Firgus, she was a little uncomfortable being naked and sitting right
next to him while eating. She could tell that Jimmy was equally uneasy about the
man's presence at dinner.
Jack carried the bowl of pasta over to the table and Colleen brought over the
garlic bread. "Dig in everyone," Jack said as the gang began to reach for the
food. Mr. Firgus was in heaven, watching Shannon's naked body move with grace.
She was so unassuming, not even realizing the reaction her basic movements
caused in him. Just watching her reach for the pasta or the salad caused his
cock to get rock hard. Then watching her spread dressing on her salad or shaking
the cheese on her pasta was almost too much.
"-isn't that right Mr. Firgus?"
"Um, excuse me," he said, looking at Brighid who had caught him staring at her
sister.
"I said, it's a shame about the new rules at St. Mark's isn't it?"
"Oh, well, I think there are some benefits to it."
"Such as?"
The old man squirmed a bit, obviously uncomfortable at the line of questioning.
Shannon looked up from her meal filled with curiosity. What was Brighid doing?
"Well, I think it is an outstanding deterrent. After all, what teenager likes
having to display themselves in public. Not only in school but on the street,
etc. I know I would be more careful."
The man's words stopped Brighid's line of questioning and Colleen asked Shannon
about Carrie. Shannon had forgotten about her poor friend, who was now probably
having to endure her parents' abuse.
The rest of the family listened to Shannon's story about Carrie's nudity
punishment and the unfair acts that she and Carrie had to do during eighth
period. While Jack and Colleen were both a bit annoyed that Shannon had been
unfairly duped into punishment, a part of them was aroused by the thought of the
two naked girls working out and then having their pussies pressed together.
A look over at Mr. Firgus confirmed that he was having the same thoughts.
Brighid was a bit repulsed by the whole idea.
Finally dinner was over and Shannon and Jimmy cleared the table. Mr. Firgus
enjoyed the sight of the naked girl reaching over him to get the plates of
Colleen and her father. Her bare thighs grazed his pants leg and he almost came
right there.
Once the table was clear, Brighid said she would get dessert.
"Wait a second Brig, I think we should allow Shannon the honors of getting her
clothes for the week. I think you are going to like the special surprise that
Colleen has in store for you Shannon. This was her idea."
Shannon stood as her stepmother handed her a wrapped box. She opened it,
expecting a pair of regular knee socks and was surprised to find...
PART 64
...a pair of sheer thigh high stockings. Her mouth fell open in surprise as she
had never worn anything like this before.
"Do you like it," Colleen asked, her face filled with pride.
"Um, yeah, I like it a lot. I've just never worn these kinds of stockings
before."
"They're elastic tops. I figured they would keep you warmer than socks. They go
all the way up past your knee. Since you were only allowed socks, I figured why
not cover as much as possible."
Shannon took the stockings out of the box and held them up. They didn't look
like they covered much nor would they keep her warm. She smiled at Colleen's
thoughtfulness but yearned for her old socks.
"Great, can I put these on now," she said. "I guess I'll wear my regular socks
tomorrow night."
"Oh don't worry," her father said. "We bought you five pairs of these, one for
almost every day. That way you can always have a pair."
Shannon started shaking, feeling so depressed that she was not going to be
allowed to wear her regular socks.
"Look how happy she is, she's shaking," Mr. Firgus said smiling. The three older
people smiled at the scene.
But Brighid knew better. She knew that Shannon's reaction was negative and not
positive. These stockings not only weren't going to cover her, they would do
worse...place more of an emphasis on her bare legs. These stockings were like a
spotlight on her.
The girl's hands were shaking so much that she struggled to put on the first
stocking. Brighid got out of her chair and knelt next to her sister, rolling the
material and easing it onto the bare foot and up the leg. The elastic took hold
about two inches above her knee, leaving the upper thigh and pussy on display.
Quickly she did the same with the other leg until they were both on the
trembling girl.
Shannon grabbed Brighid's hand and mouthed the words "thank you."
"Stand up sweetie, let's see you in those stockings," Colleen said. Shannon
looked at her, silently wishing that she were still nude. She stood up, feeling
the nylon against the floor. It felt so odd to no longer be bare foot after a
solid week without shoes or socks.
"Wow, those stockings are unbelievable," Colleen said. "They make your legs look
five feet tall."
The men in the room nodded, unable to form words. The girl had great legs
anyway...adding thigh-high stockings was more than anyone could have asked for.
Shannon slid back into her chair as Brighid began to serve dessert, a homemade
cherry pie. She felt the silky nylon under her thighs and thought how odd it was
to be more embarrassed about being in thigh highs than she was about being
naked.
As she ate her pie and ice cream, she suddenly thought of Carrie and how her
best friend was making out.
But Shannon was not on the mind of Carrie, who was suffering terribly. Her
father had always believed in corporal punishment, continuing to spank the boys.
He hadn't spanked her or her sisters once they got their periods, thinking it
improper for a father to lay a hand on his daughter once she became a woman.
That rule went out the window that day.
Right now, Carrie was kneeling on a hard piece of wood, completely naked. Her
ass was raw from the spanking she had received as were the front and back of her
thighs. She was sobbing from the beating, the first she had received in four
years. Even back then, it was a few smacks with a belt on the bottom or the bare
hand. But this was beyond all of that.
She had arrived home, happy to be wearing clothes. Her happiness stopped the
minute she arrived in the house. Her father and mother were sitting silently on
the couch in the living room. She could see the anger in her father's face and
knew she was in deep trouble.
"Well, look who is home. Well, if it isn't the naked student from St. Mark's?
Funny, you don't look naked. Why are you dressed?"
"Um, Daddy, um, Mr. Jones allowed me to wear clothes. He thought his punishment
was a bit too harsh."
"Too harsh...well, that's nothing compared to the punishment you will receive in
this house after you humiliated this family. You are a slut!"
Carrie's mouth opened in shock, as if her father had slapped her across the
face. She took a step back in horror at his words.
"Jed, please, she's our daughter. Maybe she can explain."
"Explain why she has brought shame and disgrace to our family? Explain why she's
now flitting around that school, showing everyone her naked body, probably
loving the attention? Where did we go wrong?"
"Daddy, that's not right at all. I hate being nake..."
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH. You have done enough. I guess wearing "fuck me" panties under
your uniform was something the school forced on you. Yes, you may have appeared
to be a nice little daughter, but deep inside, you are a slut who needs to be
punished."
Both women in the room were stunned. Carrie had never heard her father talk like
that and Maureen hadn't heard it from her husband in years. When they first
dated, Jed Bartlett had been a real son-of-a-bitch but in college he had found
religion and had begun to treat her well. He was so handsome and athletic that
Maureen had stuck with him when he was a jerk and had reaped the benefits of the
changed man. But this was the old Jed rearing his ugly head.
"Jed, please, this is Carrie. She's a good girl. She made a mistake."
"Damn right she did, and it humiliates this family. We're a God fearing,
religious family who are pillars of this community. It just does not do to have
our daughter flaunting her tits and pussy for the world to see."
Tears were streaming down her face as she saw her father in a whole, new light.
This was not the loving, caring man she had known throughout her life. She
wanted to run but her legs would not allow it, they were numb.
"Jed, we signed the paper allowing the school to follow through with their new
rules. You knew this was a possibility."
"No, not with Carrie. She was always the good girl. She was the baby. I never
thought this would happen in a million years. And to be wearing those
panties...there's no excuse! Where did you get them slut? Some guy give them to
you as payment for getting into your pussy?"
"Daddy, no, please stop. I would never do that."
"Enough crying. You'll be crying soon enough. Maureen, please gather the family.
It's time for a session."
Both women gasped. A session hadn't happened since Carrie's older brother Will
had been caught smoking dope one day in the woods. Carrie was young but
remembered her brother being stripped naked (like Jesus, her father had said)
and spanked until he almost passed out. Each member of the family took turns
spanking him until their father had said the time was up. That was almost 10
years ago but she remembered it like it was yesterday.
"Get them Maureen. Punishment time is in 10 minutes."
Carrie's mother looked at her daughter with sympathy but left the room, leaving
her daughter alone with her angry husband. Carrie just stood there as her father
seethed.
"Daddy, I'm really sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I love you."
Jed's face softened. His daughter had always gotten away with murder. She was
his favorite among the seven children. She had a cute little face and loved to
cuddle with him.
"And I love you too Carrie, that's why I am so disappointed. I hate to do this
but it's for your own good."
The other four members of the Bartlett family gathered. Carrie had an older
brother and sister who were married and no longer living at home. This left
Phil, her brother who was a year older than her, Tracey (14), Lil (12) and Rose
(11).
"Okay everyone, I know this is a bit unusual but we are going to have a
punishment session, the first one in years. But this involves the entire family
since our good name was dragged through the mud. That is why you are all being
asked to take part in it."
The other kids looked at each other with questioning stares, except for Phil,
who remembered Jason's punishment very well. It was so effective that he and his
siblings that had been there had never thought about behaving badly.
"Carrie, please explain what happened in school today."
All eyes turned towards her and she flushed. She didn't want to be the center of
attention, had been that enough today. But her father was insistent and she had
no way out.
"I had my uniform taken from me because I misbehaved at school and I walked
around naked. I'm going to be totally naked at school for a week."
The other kids gasped. They had all heard about St. Mark's punishment but never
thought Carrie would be caught up in it. She was always the good girl, a goody
too shoes, according to her brother, who was a student at the boy's prep school.
Tracey was scheduled to enter St. Mark's next year as a freshmen and the stories
she was told about Shannon had convinced her to keep herself clean of trouble.
"And what else Carrie," her father prodded.
"And I was wearing non regulation panties so I will be bottomless for an extra
week and pantiless for a third week."
The girls gasped and Phil tried to hide his growing arousal. Even though it was
his sister, just the sound of the word panties made him crazy.
"Truth is, you were wearing panties that would be considered slutty, right? Red,
silk, thong? In fact, aren't you pantiless now Carrie," her father asked,
knowing the correct answer after receiving the call from Mr. Jones.
"Yes Daddy," Carrie said meekly.
The other kids looked at her in shock. Wearing a skirt without panties was a
no-no in their house. Even when they came from the shower, they were supposed to
be in panties and a bra if necessary under their robes. To be in public naked
was the worst thing they could imagine and knew that Carrie was in trouble.
"I'm not sure your brother and sisters believe you. In fact, I don't think your
mother and I are too sure about it either. Please lift your skirt and show us."
All eyes in the room looked at Jed Bartlett in shock. Was he really asking her
to display her pussy in the living room in front of the whole family?
"You weren't too good to show off in front of the whole school. I think you can
swallow what's left of your pride and show your family."
Just then the doorbell rang and Carrie breathed a sigh of relief, hoping for a
reprieve. Her mother left the room and warmly greeted a man at the door.
"Jim, what a wonderful treat to see you."
"Mo, it's my pleasure. Always great to see you, Jed and the kids."
Carrie saw Jim O'Neill as soon as he entered the room and remembered the last
time she had seen him. She was naked, carrying the jar of piss down the crowded
school hallway. She blushed some more but was actually glad he was here. Surely
Daddy would calm down and not humiliate her with his old friend in the house.
"Jimmy, it is great to see you. How are you old man?"
"I'm well, well," the other man replied, embracing her father.
"Carrie, it's great to see you. I see things have improved for you since the
last time I saw you."
"Yes sir," she said, not even making eye contact with the man.
"The last time? When was the last time you saw her?"
"Today at St. Mark's. She was carrying something, I think it was a jar of piss
into the boys' bathroom. She was completely naked. I'm glad to see you're
wearing something now. That must have been terribly embarrassing for you, not
that I minded seeing you that way. You have blossomed into a real beautiful
young woman."
Carrie lowered her head in shame. He had seen her at her worst hour in her worst
state.
"She was what?"
"Carrying pee into the boys' bathroom. Some sort of prank I guess."
Carrie looked up and saw her father'face turn bright red.
"That does it young lady. I am no longer even going to entertain the thought of
being lenient on you. Jim, I'm glad you are here to watch this. Tonight, you are
a member of the family in all senses and you will participate in our punishment
session."
"Daddy, no, ple..."
"That's enough from you. I think your actions have said enough. Phil, slide over
and let Mr. O'Neill sit next to you on the couch. Girls, grab a spot on the
floor. Jim, Carrie was just about to show us that she was pantiless."
PART 65
Carrie looked around the room, hesitating to follow her father's order to reveal
her pussy to her siblings, parents and her father's best friend. She waited and
looked at her father for some sort of mercy but saw none was coming. So she
reached down and grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it.
Phil leaned over to get a better view. She saw her thighs come into view and
then he saw it...her mound prominently on display. Carrie kept pulling her skirt
up until the hem reached her belly button.
Gasps of appreciation filled the room. Phil's eyes almost bugged out of his head
at the first clear view he had ever had of a live pussy. Jim took a bit longer
time admiring this young pussy, it was perfection. Even the girls on the floor
was admiring her mound, not having the chance to study another girl's pussy very
much.
For Jed and Maureen Bartlett, it was the realization that their little girl was
a woman now. Her pussy was in full flower and she was no longer a little girl.
Jed was a bit disturbed when his cock twitched a little in his pants and he had
to remind himself that this was Carrie he was looking at.
"Okay, Carrie, that's enough."
The girl breathed an audible sigh of relief as she let her skirt fall down and
cover her pussy again.
"Now, strip completely naked for us and we can start the punishment."
Carrie's eyes started to fill with tears, which flowed down her cheeks. She had
hoped that her pussy exposure would be enough.
"Jed, is this necessary," her mother said.
"Maureen, I have given you too much control over raising these girls and look
what happened. I think you need to stop questioning my methods and allow me to
discipline this girl."
Maureen Bartlett stopped speaking and closed her eyes, resigned to the moment.
Carrie knew she was out of option. She bent her knees and began to untie and
remove her shoes and socks. She then fumbled with her buttons and undid her
blouse, leaving her in bra and skirt.
Slowly, hesitatingly, she unclasped her bra and pulled the straps down her arms
and off, revealing her full 34C breasts to everyone in the room. The men looked
at her hungrily...the girls were a bit jealous, especially the younger girls who
wished for breasts. Tracey especially was small up top, barely needing the
training bra her father insisted she wear.
"Well, you must have really wanted us to see your breasts. After all, you could
have just removed your skirt first. We had already seen your vagina," her father
said.
Carrie blushed an even darker shade of red. She didn't know why she had removed
her bra, it seemed better than revealing her pussy again.
"Finish please so we can get on with the punishment."
She had thought this was the punishment. She realized she was in for a rough
time. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor in a heap. She kicked
the garment over on top of the pile of her other clothes and stood naked in
front of everyone, the way she had spent her entire day. Her time wearing
clothes hadn't even reached an hour.
"Ok, time for the remainder of the punishment. Carrie, for your crime against
our family honor, we will each get 20 spanks of your body. I will give the
spanker free reign to spank wherever they see fit. That totals 140 spanks."
Carrie groaned, thinking there was no way her body would be able to take that
kind of abuse.
Carrie started to sob from the humiliation from having her parents and siblings
touching her bare ass.
"Carrie, you will stand in any position that the spanker wishes. I will begin
and then your mother and Jim will take their turns. I have put the four
children's names in a hat to choose the spanker at random."
"Carrie, please bend over and hold your ankles while I spank."
She did so, humiliated at the vulnerability of the position. She felt the 20
smacks from her father and then her mother. Mr. O'Neill rearranged her so that
he could spank the insides of her thighs and she was forced to sit on her bare
ass on the chair while he alternated smacking her left thigh and then right 10
times each. She was so mortified as she laid there, her ankles out wide on
either side and her bare pussy on blatant display.
Finally, she was allowed to close her legs but she did it too fast and her
thighs rubbed, causing her to groan.
"Now, the kids. First is Tracey."
Tracey walked over and mouthed sorry to her sister. She had Carrie bend over and
grab her ankles, causing her to moan. Both girls knew there was no alternative.
Tracey gave Carrie's ass 20 half hearted whacks and walked back to her seat. Her
father looked at her sternly but knew he couldn't do anything about it.
The next two to go were the youngest two sisters. Both of them did what Tracey
did, barely hitting Carrie but the girl's ass was so raw even their light hits
caused her pain.
Finally, it was Phil's turn. He smiled and said, "Carrie, come and lay across my
lap."
The girl rolled her eyes and somehow made it to where her brother was sitting.
She hesitated but then laid over her knees, feeling the rough fabric of his
jeans against her soft, battered thighs. She also felt something poking her and
got sick in her stomach when she realized it was her brother's penis.
WHACK! WHACK! Her brother started in on her bruised, painful ass. She felt
terribly vulnerable in this position over Phil's lap and the pain and burning in
her ass and thighs. Finally he was done and her head slumped beside his leg, her
face mashed against the side of his jeans. She was exhausted and mentally beaten
up. The pain in her ass and thighs would subside but the feeling in her psyche
was really damaged.
She felt a hand pulling her up and saw her mother and sister showing concern for
her. Her father looked worried as well. He came over and pulled him to her,
giving her a huge bear hug.
"Carrie, this was for your own good. I'm sorry it had to be this way."
Carrie began sobbing, burying her face in his sweatered shoulder. Despite his
meanness earlier, the familiar smell of him soothed her. "Please Daddy, I never
meant to embarrass the family. I'm so sorry."
"I know sweetie, I know. Now, this whole event is over, except for a few new
rules."
Carrie pulled away, hoping that there was no more.
"First, you will strip your clothes off at this time every night and remain
naked you leave for school in the morning. If you have plans out of this house,
we can discuss it but mostly, you will be naked after 6 every night until your
punishment is over three weeks from today. Is that understood?"
Carrie nodded. "Yes Daddy."
"Good. I don't want you to ever forget the humiliation of stripping naked. You
going to be disrobing in front of people a lot in the next three weeks and I
want each time to be humiliating. Now, for the rest of the night, you will serve
the meal and do the chores. You will not have dinner. Instead, I will show you
where you will stay throughout this meal. Everyone, dinner is ready."
The entire family headed into the kitchen. Carrie saw the piece of wood in the
entryway.
"This is the new punishment spot. You will kneel here whenever I tell you.
Tonight, you will serve the meal and then come and kneel here until you are
needed for something. You will come to dread this wood and hopefully there will
be no repeat of today."
She had then served the meal, feeling the hot and cold of the food as she
carried the bowls next to her body. After each serving, she would go and kneel
on the wood, her knees pressed hard against the unyielding surface. Her knees
hurt almost immediately and joined her ass and thighs as problem areas. She
would get short reprieves when someone requested something (usually Mr. O'Neill
or Phil) but then had to go and kneel again.
Finally dinner was done. She cleared the table. She started washing dishes when
she heard Tracey ask if she could help. Carrie was grateful to her sister for
her concern and slid over to allow room at the sink. The clothed teen dried as
her naked sister washed in silence. Finally, Tracey got up the courage to speak.
"I think what Daddy did was awful. You don't deserve this humiliation."
"Thanks Trace, but I did bring shame to the family. I probably deserve some kind
of punishment."
The two continued washing the dishes in silence.
"So, how is it?"
"How is what," Carrie asked.
"Being naked all the time. Oh God, I don't think I could even imagine it,
everyone seeing my things, having nothing to cover me. Oh man, that must be
awful."
"It is terrible...at school and here. You know, you wouldn't think it would be
so bad here. I mean, it's our home. But it's just as bad...it just feels so
wrong."
Carrie looked and saw her sister staring directly at her tits. "Um, excuse me
Tracey. Do you like them?"
"Oh yes, you have beautiful breasts. Oh God, what am I saying. I don't mean, um,
it's not that I'm a lesb--, um, it's, uh, they're so nice and perfect. Mine
haven't grown at all."
"Relax Tracey, admiring another girl's breasts doesn't make you a lesbian. Now
if you were looking at my other place, that might make you one."
The two girls laughed. Then Tracey's smile turned serious.
"What's the worst part?"
Carrie's smile went away as well. She looked around to make sure they were
alone.
"Well, two things. There's the obvious thing about everyone having total access
to your private parts. I hate the fact that everyone now knows what my pussy
looks like or my breasts. It's awful."
"Man, that sounds bad. I can't even imagine. What's the other thing?"
Again, Carrie looked around the room, making sure they were alone. "I'm
constantly aroused."
"WHAT?!?"
Carrie put her finger to her mouth. "Shush Tracey, Dad will kill me if he finds
out."
"This is arousing to you? Being completely naked in public turns you on," Tracey
whispered.
"I know, I don't believe it either. I have no idea why it happens, but I was so
wet and aroused that I, oh God, I masturbated in the boys bathroom after I
dumped the piss."
"No way," Tracey gasped, shocked at her sister's revelation.
"Tracey, this has to be a secret among sisters. Promise me no one will ever know
about this but us."
"I promise. Man, I don't believe it. I wonder if I would react the same way."
The two girls finished the dishes, oblivious to the fact that Phil was sitting
quietly in the next room, smirking and hearing everything.
