PART 86
Nestled in the back of Brighid's little car, the music from a CD mix blaring,
the sounds of Megan singing the words way off-key all could have made Shannon
forget about her predicament. But, anytime she looked down and saw her bare
breasts and then her bare feet, it all came flooding back to her. She was on her
way to her favorite aunt's house bare naked.
Maybe if things had happened differently, she'd be dressed in a sexy dress like
her sisters. Maybe, if she hadn't taken her car without permission and driven to
school last Monday, her father would have had some compassion and given her
clothes for the night. He had done that last week when she visited Brown. In
fact, Dad and Colleen had provided proper clothes for Carrie too. But there was
no such kindness for her today...nope, tonight she was going to pay for her
sins.
She guessed if she had never skipped school three weeks ago and earned the nude
punishment in the first place, none of this would have ever happened. She could
be one of the other girls, walking around school, laughing at the nude students,
safe and content in her plaid kilt and blouse. And most of all, she would be
wearing socks or tights and shoes. Perhaps she would even be able to slip into a
bra and panties.
Of course she could wear a bra and panties, she admonished herself. Most normal
girls are allowed to wear them every day in life. Only she, the nude and
punished Shannon Malone had to go through life nude without the support of a bra
or the covering of panties. Only she was forced to live her life with nothing to
protect her from the elements and from leering eyes. Only she had to put up with
the unwanted groping, sexual comments and nastiness. Now she had even lost the
protection of her loving father, who was throwing her to the wolves bare and
alone.
You're being totally dramatic here, she again chastised herself. She was going
to be far from alone. Alone would have been better than what she was about to
do. At least she had her sisters along with her.
"Why do you think Dad and Colleen are being such hard asses," she yelled over
the loud music. Brighid leaned over and turned the music down. "What," the
oldest sister asked.
"I said, why do you think Dad and Colleen are being such hard asses."
"It's pretty simple," Brighid replied.
"It is," Megan said puzzled.
"Yes, Shannon was the perfect daughter who has fallen from grace. He treated her
better than anyone else and she let him down."
"That's bullshit," Shannon said. "He treats me like he treats everyone else."
"Yeah Brig, Shannon's right," Megan said. "He paid your way through college,
bought you this car, lets you live rent free. Seems like he treats you pretty
good."
Brighid sighed. "That's not what I meant. He's a wonderful father who has done
so many great things for all of us. It's just that Shannon was special. She
looks the most like Mom, she was the star athlete, top of her class and
gorgeous. What father wouldn't want to treat a girl like that special?"
Shannon and Megan had no answer for that.
"He's being extra mean because he thinks he's losing you forever. He's trying to
make sure you stay a good girl."
"Let's get this straight," Megan said. "He's keeping her naked, humiliating her
in front of everyone she knows, making her live her life completely nude for six
weeks so that she stays a good girl?"
"He's just listening to that asshole Mr. Jones. We all know what a pervert he
is, but Dad is following his advice. He said that this was something that girls
especially hated so why not make it their punishment. He got the whole town to
buy into it."
The girls got quiet, the only sound coming from the radio being played at a low
volume. Then Megan spoke.
"Well, hell with them. I say the Malone sisters kick some ass tonight! We'll
show them we're stronger than them!"
"YEAH!" Shannonn yelled from the back, kicking her bare foot in the air between
the seats. The girls all started laughing as Brighid turned the music back up
and they sang at the top of their lungs as they sped towards the wedding.
***
The reception hall was a brightly lit union building with an attached ballroom.
Both Megan and Brighid had been to formal dances here...the local boy's prep
school often held proms here. Shannon wondered if Mark would be bringing
her...and if so, would she still be naked? Oh God, that would be awful.
"Do you want me to drop you guys off here in front or should we all go and
park," Brighid asked.
Megan looked at Shannon, who answered, "Let's all go and park. I want to stay
with you guys the whole time."
Brighid pulled the car into the driveway and pulled back to the parking lot
located behind the building. "Are you ready Shannon," Megan asked.
"Oh God, no but I guess I have no choice," the nude answered. "Let's go."
The three girls got out of the girl. Shannon noticed that her two older sisters
had pulled around her, almost shielding her from onlookers. They had arrived as
close to the scheduled time as possible, figuring that most people would already
be in and seated. Maybe they could squeeze in the back. It seemed a shame to sit
way in the back when your favorite aunt was getting married but desperate times
called for desperate measures.
They pushed through the door and were met by a gorgeous sight...Aunt Katie
looked beautiful in her white wedding dress.
"Oh girls, I am so glad you are here, we've been waiting for you," she said
smiling.
Shannon forgot her nakedness and ran over to hug her aunt. "Oh Shannon, thank
you for coming. You are showing such courage being here like this," Katie said,
rubbing her gloved satin hand over her niece's bare back.
"I wouldn't have missed this for anything Aunt Katie," Shannon said. "Sorry
we're late."
"Girls, I have a huge favor to ask, and it's even bigger since your father is
being such a pighead about Shannon," Katie said.
"Anything Aunt Kate," Brighid said.
"Would the three of you stand for me tonight? Be my bridesmaids?"
The three accepted right away. "There are flowers over there for each of you."
The girls ran over and grabbed a bouquet and then it hit Shannon...she was going
to be walking nude down the aisle and standing in front of the entire wedding
party. "Oh God, I can't do this...no, please no." The nude girl fell to her
knees in the little lobby, just inches from the door where they were about to
march out of. She felt the cold hard tile as she crumpled into a ball...the
self-assured girl from a few seconds ago had melted away and she was now a
quivering mess.
Shannon felt several hands on her bare body and then she felt the soft gloved
hand of her Aunt Katie, the woman who had become like a mother to her since her
own had died, embrace her.
"Shannon, I am so sorry about this. I never should have asked you. I assumed you
would be clothed and then, when I heard about the nudity, I figured you would be
used to it by now."
Shannon tried to compose herself. "I just don't want to ruin your wedding by
being naked."
"Oh sweetheart, that wouldn't ruin my wedding," Aunt Katie said softly. "What
would ruin my wedding is if you weren't here and having a good time. I would be
honored to have you stand next to me, wearing the fanciest dress or wearing
nothing. Would you do me that honor?"
The young nude girl pulled back from her aunt and wiped her tears away. "Aunt
Katie, do you mean it?"
The older woman gave her a kind smile and nodded.
"Oh God, I am so sorry. I would be honored to be in your wedding."
"That's my girl. Okay, line up oldest to youngest. Shannon, you get to walk in
just in front of me. Then the three of you will stand up next to the minister
with me. OK?"
The three women nodded. Katie whispered something to Shannon, who smiled. Just
then the doors opened and in walked Kate's father, Shannon's grandfather.
Shannon's resolve burst again. To be naked was awful...to be naked in the
presence of her grandpop was truly the worst possible thing.
"Hello ladies. Well Shannon, this is an interesting getup," he said when he got
through kissing and hugging Brighid and Megan. "You poor thing."
"Hi Grandpop, sorry you have to see me like this," she said, her blush extending
well beyond her face and down to her chest.
"Nonsense, there's nothing there I haven't seen before. Remember, I changed your
diapers. I just feel bad for you is all. I'm going to give that son-in-law of
mine a real talking to. I always admired how he was handling you girls after
your mom died, but this seems a bit extreme."
"Thank you Grandpop, but it's my own fault," she stammered.
"Well, either way, I don't like it. But that's for another time."
With that, the older man locked arms with Aunt Katie. "Well, sweetheart, you
look absolutely beautiful. I am so proud to walk you down the aisle. Are you
ready?"
The beautiful bride smiled and, with tears in her eyes, nodded.
"OK, Brig, let's get this wedding started," Grandpop said and Brighid opened
the door and started down the aisle. As soon as she took a step out in her high
heeled shoes, the organist began the wedding march. Megan shortly followed out
of the vestibule but Shannon did not step forward to take her place in the
doorway.
"Shannon, go, it's going to be okay," Aunt Katie said. Slowly the nude girl put
one bare foot out and then the other. She heard the gasps as people saw her in
the doorway. There was no turning back now and she started down the aisle. She
desperately tried to muster some of the old bravado, trying to remember the
brave words of Aunt Katie, how she was honored to be here, how she looked
beautiful nude and should be proud of that. Instead, all that popped into her
head was the humiliating fact that she was again nude in a strange public place,
nude in a room full of clothed people who were shocked and outraged by this
naked girl.
She saw her father and Colleen looking at her, it was a look of pride mixed with
apology for what she was going through. Finally she made it where her sisters
were waiting next to Tom and the groomsmen and the minister.
Shannon couldn't even look at Tom. She had always loved him...Tom and Aunt Kate
had been dating for years. He always felt like the older brother she had never
had. But now, he was seeing her in all of her naked glory and she felt about two
inches tall.
She heard the music change and came out of her revelry to see her grandfather
walking Aunt Kate up the aisle. She looked gorgeous and for just a moment,
Shannon forgot about her nudity and instead felt joy for her aunt. She was
indeed proud to stand for her.
When Aunt Kate met up with Tom, Shannon noticed that the focus of nearly
everyone had shifted to the soon to be married couple. But the minister's eyes
never left her naked body and she felt uncomfortable.
"Kathleen, what is the meaning of your bridesmaids attire or lack there of," he
asked in a menacing hiss.
"Oh Reverend, that's my niece. She's being punished by St. Mark's and has to
stay nude for six weeks. It's our bad luck that the wedding fell during this
time."
The man's face got extremely red in anger. "I don't care who agreed to this
punishment, I will not allow this kind of filth in my ceremony. She must leave
now or get dressed. I cannot have it."
Shannon's face turned ashen. She was ruining the wedding. She turned and ran
back down the aisle, hearing the gasps of the assembled churchgoers who hadn't
been privy to the private conversation.
She ran outside and sat on the cold concrete steps. She prayed that she might
die of hyperthermia...that being out in the cold would end her misery. The way
her luck was going, she would just get a bad cold.
She heard the hall doors open behind her. She knew it was someone coming to
track her down but she decided not to turn around. Her mind was made up. She was
not going to ruin her aunt's wedding...it was bad enough that she walked down
the aisle naked, causing the scene that she already had.
"Shannon, come inside this instant," she heard her father's voice say. "This is
ridiculous. Are you going to let one man's words keep you down?"
As she turned to him, her father was taken aback when he saw the hurt and the
anger in his daughter's beautiful face. He had no idea the depths of the pain
her prolonged public nudity had caused.
"I'm sorry Daddy, but you can't make me go back in there," she said, sobbing,
shaking her head from side to side.
"But sweethe---," he began.
"No Daddy, I am not going back in there. You can make me stay naked as long as
you want, but you cannot force me to go in there and ruin Aunt Katie's wedding.
I won't do it."
With that, she turned her bare back on her dismayed father. She had never stood
up to him before...had always been the picture of the perfect daughter. Now she
had skipped school, taken the car without permission and was turning her back on
him.
Silently he turned and went back into the hall to inform his sister-in-law that
Shannon was not coming back. Shannon's sobs became even harder now...though it
felt good to finally say no, she was heartbroken at what she had done to her
aunt's wedding.
"Shouldn't you be inside the hall and not outside," a voice said. Shannon looked
up and saw the shape of Mark, her boyfriend. She hadn't even heard him walk up
the path.
"Oh God Mark, I am so glad you are here," she said, getting up off her seat and
running to embrace the boy. He hugged her back, wondering what it was going to
be like to hug her when she was clothed. Until then, this sure was nice though,
he thought.
Shannon felt the smooth feel of the man's suit...the warmth of being so close to
her boyfriend...to feel safe in a way that she had not in nearly a week. Since
Monday, she had no place to be herself. Her home was a mess with no covering and
her father and stepmother being totally awful. School was terrible, with Mr.
Jones' reach extending everywhere. Here, in Mark's arms, was the only place she
could be taken care of and feel safe.
"So, why are you out here freezing instead of in there watching your aunt get
married," he asked.
She began to tell the story but he stopped her. He removed his coat and put it
around her shoulders... "here, before you catch a cold." It felt so good around
her body, the smooth interior of his coat touched her bare skin and sent shivers
down her spine.
"Mark, I can't, Daddy wil--," she said.
"No," he interrupted, "forget what Daddy wants this time. He's being
unreasonable."
Shannon nodded and continued on with her story. Mark listened and held her.
"Well, the minister said you had to be covered. You're covered now. What do you
think?"
"Like this," she asked questioningly. "I might as well be naked."
The boy stepped back. "Hate to tell you this Shan, but you are probably more
covered than half of the women in there. My coat is longer than many dresses and
there's not much cleavage showing. There's nothing I can do about the bare feet,
but you're used to that."
The girl let his comments settle for a few seconds. Of course Mark was right.
Was she kidding about this being like being naked. This was completely
wonderful...she hadn't been covered in public in so long.
"Alright, but only on one condition. You walk me in and never leave my side."
"Of course, why do you think I'm here?"
The girl took his extended arm and they pulled the door open, stepping in.
Shannon heard the minister beginning to recite the vows. Everyone in the church
turned and saw the couple moving down the aisle.
"OH Shannon, I'm so happy you came in," Aunt Katie said. "Come up here and stand
with me."
The naked girl turned to Mark who nodded and slid in next to Colleen who had
slid over to clear a spot for the boy. Shannon locked eyes with her father who
smiled and nodded his approval of her attire.
She still felt weird with her bare feet against the tile floor but remembered
all of those times when she had kicked off her heels to dance. That had been
with stockinged feet but not much different.
The girl, covered only in her boyfriend's sport coat, walked up and stood
between Megan and Aunt Katie, who whispered, "I am so glad you came back in."
The minister still looked angry but said nothing and continued on with the vows.
Shannon watched as Aunt Katie and soon to be Uncle Tom joined hands and recited
wedding vows that they had written. Then the priest pronounced them husband and
wife and the couple kissed, earning applause from everyone, including Shannon,
who was totally caught up in the moment, forgetting her near nudity and
relishing the joy of her aunt.
She walked down the aisle on the arm of one of Tom's friends and ushers. He gave
her a lecherous look and she immediately wanted out. She didn't really blame
him...after all she had displayed her entire body a few minutes ago.
She pulled away from the lech as soon as she could and joined up with her
sisters and Mark, who was chatting with Jimmy. Her father and Colleen came up to
join the crowd.
"Shannon, I'm sorry about all of that, I was wrong for making you come here
naked. Let's have a good time tonight and try and enjoy the night, ok?"
"Apology accepted," she said, grabbing her father in a bear hug. It felt so good
to be able to hug someone and not feel so conscious of your bare breasts
sticking into someone's body.
"Hello Mark, it's nice to see you again," her father said.
"Hi Mr. Malone, thanks for inviting me."
Shannon looked at her father with amazement. After the last week, she had
assumed that he hated her and wanted to torture her. Now he had done such a nice
thing.
"You invited Mark?"
"Yeah, after your little meltdown in the hallway before we left, I figured you
might need some friendly faces. And I guess Mark came just at the right time."
"Mr. Malone, the sports coat was my idea. She was freezing out there and I
just--"
The man held up his hand to stop the boy. "Please, don't even worry about it. It
was just the right idea."
With that, he extended his arm to Colleen. "Shall we go and enjoy the
reception."
Colleen smiled and took the arm and went escorted towards the dining area. Meg
and Brighid followed with Jimmy and Shannon and Mark brought up the rear. The
evening turned out to be perfect in Shannon's eyes. She ate a wonderful meal,
her first with covered breasts in nearly three weeks. Then she danced with her
boyfriend, to fast and slow songs, not worried about whether a nude girl should
be dancing to fast songs. Mark was right, his coat covered more of her than some
of the other girl's dresses, including Meg's.
The only snag came when her cousin's boyfriend, Tim, asked her to dance. He had
been really nice all night, chatting with her in a friendly way. Mark told her
that he didn't mind so the two went out for a slow number.
Things were good, the two teens chatting, when Shannon felt the sports coat rise
up her ass. She felt Tim's hand pulling up the material.
"Tim, what are you doing?"
"Nothing, just trying to see more of what I saw at the ceremony." With that, he
ripped the front of the coat open, sending the button flying, and exposing her
naked front. The girl's hand came up and slapped the boy across the face and she
ran off the dance floor, pulling the coat closed in front of her. "Oh sure, get
all modest now."
"Mark, please take me home," she said, tears welling in her eyes.
"But the weddi--," he began.
"Please take me home now Mark," she begged. He read her eyes and stood up, not
noticing his ripped button. Erin, her cousin, had seen everything and came up to
apologize for Tim who was hammered, but the girl pushed her aside. She wanted
nothing more than to be away from here.
The two slipped away and on the way home she told Mark the story. She finished
with, "I promise you that I'll sew a new button on your coat."
"I don't care about a silly coat. I'm just glad that you are okay."
By this time, they had pulled up outside of her house. The rest of the family
was still at the wedding and Shannon knew what she wanted. "Why don't you come
on in..."
As the two teens were about to enter the house, Shannon stopped and pulled the
sports coat off of her body, leaving her naked again...this time by choice.
"Shannon, what are you doing," Mark stammered.
"This," she said, pulling him by the tie up against her and kissing his lips
hard. She grinded her nude body against his hard, beautiful clothed one and
moaned...she had never wanted to lose her virginity more. She pulled him inside
the house and began stripping the boy of his suit right there in the foyer. His
hard cock sprang out of his boxers as she laid him down, locked the door and
slowly eased herself down on top of him.
"This is for my hero," she said and gasped as he slowly filled her and the two
teens made slow, passionate love. Mark took her virginity from her gently and
lovingly and Shannon closed her eyes as she rode on top of her boyfriend with
the two climaxing together. The nude girl collapsed on top of her lover in a
sweaty, exhausted embrace.
Finally the couple got the energy back to get themselves together. Mark dressed
while Shannon ran to the bathroom to clean up...for a girl who is always naked,
there wasn't the option of just throwing your panties on...a romantic encounter
and its remnants would definitely show up to anyone who looked...there was
little to hide.
Shannon finished cleaning herself up and joined Mark on the couch, lying down
with her head in his lap, just enjoying his company, while he watched a
basketball game. Just then, the front door opened and Jimmy walked in, followed
by her father and Colleen. All three smiled hellos to the two teens and went up
to bed, though Colleen gave them an odd stare. The teens wondered if the woman
knew for Shannon had seen how red her pussy was after the sex. Of course Colleen
knew, the smell of sex permeated the hallway....luckily Jack Malone had been too
tired to notice it and Colleen would never say anything. She went to bed, happy
for her stepdaughter.
For the first time in a long time, Shannon didn't feel uncomfortable about her
nudity. She luxuriated in the warmth of Mark, who had his arm over her, idly
rubbing her side and back. Occasionally he would get naughty and stray to her
breast but for the most part he was just teasing her with soft touches.
She wasn't sure how it happened, but she fell asleep...all of the emotions of
the night were too much for her. She woke up in the middle of the night, all
lights out and a throw blanket over her. In the moonlight, she saw a note on the
table from Mark...
"Shannon, Thank you for one of the best nights of my life. You looked so
peaceful I didn't want to wake you. Call me tomorrow and we can do something! I
love You! Mark."
Happy tears welled up in her eyes as she read the note over and over again. She
was so overjoyed to be in such an awesome relationship. She laid back and fell
asleep again, Mark's note pressed against her body.
PART 87
Saturday was a day of dread for Shannon, though she had almost forgotten about
it. She woke up on the couch in the living room, more relaxed and refreshed than
any morning in a while. Maybe it was the awesome sex, maybe it was falling
asleep in her lover's arms or maybe it was the feel of the blanket over her
naked body. Whatever, she woke up with the sun pouring in through the living
room windows on a gorgeous weekend day.
She stretched her arms above her in the quiet house. She saw the kitchen light
on and knew her father was probably reading the New York Times and drinking a
cup of coffee. This was his solace every Saturday and Sunday morning, getting up
before the house became crazy and enjoying the quiet.
Reluctantly she pulled the blanket from her. When her bare feet hit the carpeted
floor, the realization of her Saturday punishment hit her. Mr. Jones had told
her and Carrie that they and the other nude students would be the
"entertainment" at the carnival to benefit the field hockey and lacrosse teams.
"No sense just letting the boys teams' benefit from your, uh, predicament," he
had said laughing.
Shannon walked into the kitchen and was rewarded with a smile from her father.
"Well, you're up early. Want some breakfast?"
"No thanks, maybe just some orange juice," she said. She poured herself a glass
and grabbed a seat next to her father, grabbing a section of the paper. This had
always been something she loved...getting up before everyone and enjoying quiet
time with her dad. None of the other kids had ever thought to do it, but Shannon
had been his companion on these mornings for years. Lately she had begun to
sleep in more often than not, but the occasional weekend she would rise early to
join him.
As she sat across from him, reading the arts and entertainment section, Jack
Malone was filled with pride. Shannon had turned into a wonderful woman. She had
obviously grown into a gorgeous one physically, but he was proud of her spunk
last night while dealing with the unfair situation he had thrown upon her.
"Shannon, can we talk for a minute," he said finally. The girl looked up from a
story on a dance company in Harlem and smiled. "Sure Dad, what's up?"
"Um, I'm afraid I have been unfair to you lately and I'm sorry. This nudity
thing has made me uncomfortable from the start but that's what they recommended
so I went with it. Then I went too far and I am sorry."
Shannon's heart began to pound hard in her chest. Was she about to get clothes
back?
"I know Dad, it's been awful," she said, trying to suppress her excitement at
getting clothes back.
"Sweetheart, I'm sorry, but I've set out the rules and have to follow them," he
said. Her body sagged, realizing that she wasn't getting anything back. "But I
promise to not be such a hardass. And hey, you're halfway there."
Tears streamed down her cheeks and onto the paper. She tried to smile and said,
"yeah, halfway there. Thanks Dad." She got up from the table and went upstairs
to try and get ready for more humiliation.
She sat down the toilet to pee, door open as she had become accustomed. She saw
a hand reach in and close the door completely, giving her some privacy. She was
glad to see that things would be changing, even in such a small way.
She finished her business and turned the shower on. She wanted to get washed up
again, not wanting any remnants of last night's exploits with Mark to still be
around while she was being displayed at school. Yes, she was sure that she would
be on display big time at school.
She shaved her legs, pits and pubes and turned the water off...enjoying standing
in the heat of the steam. "Shannon, phone," she heard Colleen say. "It's Carrie.
Do you need a ride to school today?"
God bless Carrie, she thought. "Could you tell her I would love that?"
"Sure thing."
She grabbed the towel and dried herself off completely. Then she saw her
bathrobe hanging there again. She wondered why it was there but quickly put it
on, enjoying the time covered. She didn't wear any makeup and just pulled her
hair back into a ponytail after brushing her teeth. Shannon turned to leave the
bathroom but thought better of wearing the bathrobe, not knowing why it was
there. Better to stay naked and ask first before assuming she could wear it out.
She left the warmth of the bathroom and entered the drafty hallway. She noticed
that her bedroom door was back and her comforter and sheets were on the bed.
Thanks Dad, she thought, maybe he was softening a bit. She wondered if her
stockings were in there as well but didn't want to push it.
Shannon heard the doorbell and went downstairs. She saw Carrie, dressed as
normally as she had seen her lately. Carrie's dad had reacted in a similar way
to her own. Although Carrie wasn't forced to be naked, she was made to wear
ridiculously short skirts and tight tops with heels and nothing underneath. Mr.
Bartlett thought the humiliation would guarantee that his daughter wouldn't
misbehave again and he was right.
Today she was wearing a sweatshirt, jeans, socks and sneaks.
"Carrie, you look so comfortable, what's with the normal clothes?"
"Dad realized he was being too harsh on me. So, on the weekends, I get to wear
whatever I want on top...but nothing underneath. Still skirts and blouses during
the week and nude at home but only until the punishment is over."
Shannon was really happy for her friend, who looked relieved. They had both
feared that Mr. Bartlett would make Carrie wear nothing but the slutty clothes
she had been forced to wear the last two weeks. Part of her was a bit sad of
course...this gave Carrie even more covering than before and even then she was
more covered than her own nudity.
"Bye Dad, I'm heading to school," she yelled into the kitchen and the two girls,
one clothed in normal teen clothes, the other totally nude, headed out into the
cool morning air.
Shannon noticed that the weather wasn't as cold as it had been. Oh it was still
unbearable for a girl constantly without clothes, but it was getting better. Not
much solace for her last three weeks of nudity but it was better than nothing.
Carrie had left the car running while she had gone inside so there was instant
warmth for the nude girl. She smiled and thanked her best friend as they began
their trek to the school and a day of more humiliation.
On the surface, helping with a carnival sounded innocent. Being nude might be a
bit of an issue but otherwise, how tough could it be making sno-cones or taking
tickets. But both girls had experienced Mr. Jones' twisted mind first-hand and
both knew things would not be easy on them.
Shannon filled her best friend in on the wedding and the wonderful sex she had
shared with Mark. Carrie had lots of questions and was genuinely happy for her
friend, who seemed happier than she had been in weeks.
All too quickly, they pulled up to school. This time, Carrie knew better than
pull around front, instead going to the back where the maintenance entrance was.
They parked in the first stop and Carrie got out. Shannon took a deep breath to
steel her nerves and then opened the door, her bare feet against the cold
concrete (a feeling she never got used to) and ran to catch up with her friend.
At the door was a sobbing naked girl, another student named Rose. She and her
friends Juli and Brad were also involved in a naked punishment that was lasting
a week. All would get their clothes back on Monday. She was banging hard on the
door, her body covered with goosebumps and her nipples standing up totally
erect. She was shivering and it looked as if she had been there a long time.
"Rose, calm down," Shannon said, wrapping her arms around the girl, their naked
bodies meeting. "What's wrong?"
"I've been out here for 15 minutes. I came early to be sure I wouldn't get more
punishment for being late. I went to the front door and it said to come back
here and knock. I've been banging on the door for so long...I just want to go
inside and get warm and be away from everything."
Shannon knew the feeling and was currently starting to feel the cold herself.
Carrie, in her sweatshirt and jeans, didn't feel it yet but knew she would
before too long. She began knocking on the door and yelling for Carl, the
maintenance man.
"What's going on," came a male voice behind them. The three girls turned and saw
Brad, wearing a long-sleeve shirt and jeans. Unlike the girls, he was permitted
clothes to go back and forth from school because, during the day, he was forced
to wear a cock ring that meant he was always erect. The girl wondered why he was
getting away from the public nudity so much but figured that Mr. Jones was just
a sick man who preferred seeing his girls run around naked more than his boys.
"They're not letting us in," Shannon said, watching the boy's eyes completely
drink in the attached nudity of two girls. "And stop gawking at us, you should
understand how awful that is."
He quickly averted his eyes and looked sheepish. "I'm really sorry Shannon...you
too Rose. I didn't mean to, it's just you girls are so beautiful and so
naked...it was a natural reaction."
Shannon realized the boy was right...not that she was going to let him off easy
but she understood his dilemma.
"Can I ask why you two are hugging, not that I mind," he said.
"We're freezing and Rose has been out here for 15 minutes."
Carrie continued banging on the door. "Why the hell won't they let us in," she
wondered aloud. Her banging was interrupted by the distinct sound of slapping
feet on the concrete. The very naked Juli came rushing around the corner and met
up with them.
"Why are you guys waiting out here," she asked, crossing her arms over her
breasts and bending over at the waist to try and stay warm. Carrie explained
that they had been knocking. Brad just stared at the assembled nudity in front
of him, amazed at being in the midst of it.
Sizing them up, he thought Shannon's body was definitely the best. She had
awesome long legs and her body was tight and hard. Her little breasts just fit
perfectly on her thin body...she was a wet dream come alive.
Rose was probably his next favorite. She was small too, shorter than Shannon,
and her legs weren't as great, but her petite body was just so feminine. The
girl had hard, point tits with nipples the size of a penny and had the look of a
timer in a turkey. Those little nips were a definite turn-on for him.
As for Juli, she was the heaviest of the three nudes but she was far from being
overweight. She had nice curves but her legs were a bit thick, he thought. Her
breasts were obviously the biggest, probably a 36 C or D. She was nice and many
boys in the school had drooled over her large chest. Now they had gotten to see
her full round boobs (without a trace of sag, he noticed) up and close and
personal every day for the past week.
Finally the door opened and a smiling Carl was standing there, eying up the nude
girl flesh standing there. "What's with all the racket," he asked smiling.
Carrie stepped aside as the three nude girls pushed their way into the dirty
boiler room. They felt the grime of the floor on their bare feet but it was a
better alternative to the cold concrete...at least it was warm in here.
Brad motioned for Carrie to go in first, a show of good manners. Actually he was
very interested in seeing her ass in the tight jeans. He didn't know Carrie and
though he had seen her nude before, he rarely got up close to her. The last time
was the day she stripped him on stage and then jerked him to erection before
looping the ring around his penis. Oh that stupid ring...he hated that ring.
"What took you so long," Shannon asked, her voice quivering from her shivers.
"Mr. Jones told me to wait until all five of you were here before letting you
in," he said smiling. "Don't worry though, I was watching you with the
surveillance cameras."
The girls groaned at the knowledge that their every naked step is on film.
"OK you two, off with the clothes. You know the rules. And you," Carl said,
pointing to Brad, "put that thing on your cock. But you have to get one of the
girls to do it for you, Mr. Jones' rules, not mine. Personally I wish you had
some pants on....no reason to see that thing flying all around."
The girls giggled at how uncomfortable Carl was at the thought of the naked boy.
Nice to see someone else getting a bit embarrassed for a change. Brad just
nodded and began to strip off his clothes. He pulled his shirt and undershirt up
over his head together, revealing a buff chest and a flat stomach. He kicked off
his shoes and used his feet to remove his socks and then began to unbutton his
jeans. The girls gasped as he pulled them down, his penis desperately trying to
poke its way through the cotton of his underwear. He was obviously in major
arousal after seeing the naked girls so close and hugging each other for warmth.
He wondered if his cock would ever be flaccid again.
Shannon instantly felt herself flush, despite the cold she had felt a few
minutes before. She had noticed this feeling when she saw Brad in the hall last
week...she was turned on by his body, his strong shoulders, her tight, hard butt
and, of course, his long hard penis that was sticking straight out away from his
body.
Brad sheepishly looked down at his now bare feet on the cold, grimy floor. He
knew the next part of this would be humiliating and painful.
"Would any of you girls mind putting this on," he asked, holding up the penis
ring. Awkward silence followed as the girls just stood there. Shannon
desperately wanted to touch it, to feel that huge thing, but hesitated.
Finally, she stepped forward. "I'll do it," she said quietly. Brad mouthed
"thanks" to the girl and thrust his crotch out to make it easier for the girl.
Shannon reached out and started to slide the ring over the boy's smooth penis.
Brad moaned at the contact, at feeling the girl's soft hand graze his achingly
erect penis. She slid the harness to the base of the boy's organ and tightened
it as far as she could. She looked up and saw the humiliation and frustration at
being touched by this beautiful naked girl but unable to respond.
Shannon moved away, feeling hot all over...her sex was soaked...she could feel
the moisture poised at the entry. She fell back within the other nude girls.
Meanwhile, Carrie was still dressed, mesmerized at the sight of Shannon putting
the ring on the boy's penis.
"Come on you," said Carl. "Get those clothes off. And you, put your clothes in
this bag. Hurry up."
Carl moved to get his clothes together, his hard cock bouncing up and down as he
went. The girls all winced, wondering if that was as painful as it looked.
Meanwhile, Carrie began to strip. First, she grabbed the bottom of her
sweatshirt and pulled it up, revealing her round, full breasts. She then kicked
off her sneaks and began to undo her jeans. She tried to ignore the gawking
stares of Carl but was unable to avoid the looks from Brad. His penis was
twitching and he was groaning as she pushed her tight jeans down her legs and
off, revealing her vagina.
"Another dry cum, huh boy, poor thing," Carl said laughing. And Brad did look
like a poor thing as his body shook and his eyes glazed over. "You, put your
clothes in this bag. I will make sure it is in a safe location. Now go and meet
Mr. Jones in his office."
The five nude teens started out of the grimy boiler room. As they reached the
door, the janitor said, "by the way, use that rag to wipe off your feet.
Otherwise, you'll be working for me cleaning footprints off the hallway floor on
Monday."
For some reason, the comment cut right through the nude students, who dutifully
wiped their feet on rags left by the door and headed into the school for an
uncertain day of carnival fun.
PART 88
The five naked teens-four girls and a boy-walked uncomfortably through the cold
hallways of their Catholic high school. They were part of a very special
Saturday detention.
Shannon was just about to finish the third week of her six-week totally nude
session for skipping school and then calling in a false sick call. She was given
double the time. Plus, her father was extending the punishment to home so she
was completely naked every minute of the day.
Carrie was just about to finish her second semi-nude week after "misbehaving"
during a public school function. Truth was, her only crime was standing up to
some perverts while walking with Shannon to a recruiting event at the local mall
but her word was not enough against the priest whop leveled the charge against
her. Her first week had been complete nudity and this second week, which ended
on Tuesday, had just been bottomless. This Tuesday she would get her skirt back
but no panties or bra and she had to lift her skirt and reveal her pantiless
pussy and ass to anyone who requested for a full week.
At home, her father had forced her to go without panties or bra either and had
done away with pants or any skirt that went below her knee. He had relented and
allowed her to wear comfortable clothes on the weekend but the punishment still
stood during the week. And no panties or bra on the weekends either.
Juli, Rose and Brad were all about to finish their one week of total nudity
after helping each other cheat on a test. Actually Juli and Rose were helping
Brad pass a quiz and they had all gotten caught. Juli and Rose had a week of
complete nudity to and from and at school while Brad was allowed clothes for his
trip back and forth. In exchange for the clothes, the boy was forced to wear a
ring around his penis to keep his organ hard for the entire day.
The five were walking from the boiler room, where they had entered, to the
principal's office, where they would receive their instructions. As they went,
they all cringed when they saw posters advertising them and the carnival. Each
one had a photo of one of the nude students, blown up to poster size. Most were
of the girls but Brad had one or two hanging around as well, all showing how
well-endowed he was.
The five walked silently down the hall to face their humiliation. They heard a
buzz coming from the gym as they passed it and could only guess what was in
store. The group entered the anteroom of Mr. Jones' office and waited as the
door to the principal's office was closed.
Not that the man did not know they were there. He had rejoiced at the misery he
had caused the nude girls waiting outside...he had seen every second of it
through the video surveillance. Now he was just going to make them stew for a
little bit outside.
The five teens stood miserably, trying to stay calm. Shannon and Carrie knew
first hand about how awful these things could be...both had been forced into a
naked car wash for the football team last Saturday. This might even be worse.
Finally, the door opened and a smiling Mr. Jones motioned for them to come in.
Shannon and Carrie entered first and both dropped to their knees in their
required positions. The other three teens stared, not knowing what they were
doing, having never been summoned to the principal's office.
"Yes, I see you three are confused. Miss Bartlett and Miss Malone are in their
required position. You see, I prefer not getting my new chairs all wet with the
juices that leak from naked girls. I hope you understand. Please, kneel next to
the other two please."
The girls were humiliated after the comment about "juices that leak from naked
girls." It was a natural thing, they all knew, but he made it sound so dirty,
like they were at fault. Juli and Rose sank to their knees into the plush
carpeting. It already hurt their knees as the carpet fibers poked up into their
bare skin.
Brad was about to join them when Mr. Jones stopped him.
"Please, Mr. Davis, sit in the chair. Us men don't have to worry about the
juices like the girls do, especially with that little thing on you."
The girls seethed as they watched the boy sit into the chair, spared the
humiliation of being forced to kneel in front of this man. It was clearly a
sexist attitude...Mr. Jones strongly believed in the superiority of men and was
showing it here. The boy, while punished by nudity, was spared the indignation
of kneeling on the floor and being nude on the trek back and forth from school.
The nude boy was still one level above the nude girls.
"Now, thank you to all five of you for being on time for our little project," he
said, as if the students had a choice. "Today, you will be part of our carnival
in support of the lacrosse and field hockey teams. Please take these papers and
sign them before we continue."
The papers contained statements that St. Mark's High School was not responsible
for any injury, physical or mental, suffered during the performance of their
tasks today. It also stated that they had "volunteered" for duty today and that
they were freely giving themselves for this community service activity. It also
said that $1,000 had to be raised for the community service to be deemed a
success.
Shannon and Carrie knew that they had no choice but to sign and did, placing
their signed documents back on the principal's desk. The other were reading
intently and shaking their heads at parts. Rose was crying again.
"Please hurry up. The carnival is set to start in 30 minutes and you all need to
get set up."
"But, Mr. Jones, we didn't volunteer for this, you made us come here today,"
Rose said.
"Well, Rose, here is your choice. You can work on the carnival here today or
spend the rest of your time here at St. Mark's in your current state. Now do you
volunteer for this activity or not?"
The girl nodded her head and signed on the dotted line. Mr. Jones smiled as he
saw the other two nude students do the same thing. He knew that he held power
over these students, especially the girls. They so much valued their modesty
that they would go to any lengths to be clothed. He silently gave thanks to the
school's Board of Trustees for instituting the nudity rule.
He collected the five consent forms and put them into a drawer.
"Now, you five can make your way to the gym. Heather Johnson will be there to
assign you to your jobs. Smile and make St. Mark's proud!"
The four nude girls got off their knees and started walking towards the door.
Brad stood up and followed the girls, but not before Mr. Jones said, "sorry for
all of this son, but I have to punish you like the girls or I'll get a sexual
harassment suit thrown at me, you know." The boy nodded and exited the room,
following after the nude girls. He hated this ring around his penis but he liked
being so close to nude females.
The five naked students wandered through the cold, drafty hallway towards the
gym. Again the noise made them all cringe.
Finally they pushed through the door. Inside, roughly 30 or so girls were there,
most wearing t-shirts representing the team they played for, either lacrosse or
field hockey. Shannon felt another wave of humiliation as she was about to be
humiliated by the girls that she used to hang out with.
Heather, a tall pretty girl, walked towards them. She went right over to Brad
and pulled him by the penis, causing him to moan. "Good boy," she said smiling.
"You stay here with me. Her hand began to masturbate the boy, who was moaning
despite the humiliation of the situation and the knowledge that her movements
were only going to cause him frustration. Still, having a gorgeous senior
jerking him off was quite a turn-on.
She continued to jerk him off while issuing orders to the nude girls. "Juli, you
go with Pam and Tracey. Rose, you go with Anne and Grace. Carrie, walk over
there and meet Jenny and Kyra and Shannon, you go over with John and Rick."
The girls' stomachs fluttered with the uncertainty of the next stage of their
humiliation. Shannon was especially apprehensive, going over to the only boys in
the room. Little did she know that girls can sometimes be meaner than boys!
The nude girls went off to meet up with their handlers while the shamed Brad had
another dry orgasm, one of many he knew he would suffer in the next few hours.
He was led away by Heather, who never relinquished her grip on his penis.
PART 89
The carnival was underway and already the nude students were suffering from the
awful humiliation and exposure. Each one had a different degrading task to
perform and each one was undergoing ingenuous torture.
JULI
Juli had gone over to her handlers, Pam and Tracey. In this case, they might as
well have been handlers because as she walked over to meet the two athletes, she
saw the sign: "Pony Rides, 25 cents." She hoped that she was simply helping in
the booth that contained a real pony but soon found out that she was indeed the
pony.
The girls told her to get on her hands and knees. Quickly a bit gag was put into
her mouth which was connected to leather restraints that would allow her to be
ridden. They then inserted a small tube into her ass which was covered in horse
hair for her tail. It wasn't painful but she felt the hair brushing against her
mound, causing her to water up from the arousal as it lightly brushed her bare
pussy.
"Alright, she looks ready," Tracey said. "Let's give her a try."
Juli tried to turn to see what was happening but felt some weight on her back.
"Giddy up horsey," she heard and felt a slap right against the side of her
hanging breasts. She cried out but began crawling around the course laid out for
her. Her knees ached terribly against the hard floor and her large breasts were
being tortured by swaying from side to side as she crawled. She had to stay up
high so that the legs of the rider were not on the floor...if not, she got a
slap against the side of her now aching breasts.
Finally she arrived back at the starting point and Tracey got off. "Good
horsey," she said to her, laughing. Then it was Pam's turn. This girl was a bit
heavier and Juli groaned when she was carrying all of the girl's weight. Again
she felt the slap at the side of her breasts and she began the journey around
the circle, a trip she would know well by the end of the carnival.
ROSE
Meanwhile, Rose walked over to where Annie and Grace stood. Both of these girls
had always been pseudo friends of hers...they had gone to elementary school
together and had played sports together. They looked at her with sympathy and
smiles.
"Sorry about this Rose, but we have no choice," Grace said, leading Rose by the
arm. She was placed with her hands tied above her and her ankles tied at the
base so that she was in an X shape. She then saw Annie remove paper from tape
and stick it to the back of a target and then slap it on her bare right breast.
"Yeow, jeez, that hurts," she whispered.
"I know Rose, but this is going to happen a lot today. You are going to be
squirted with water guns from about 20 feet away. Boys pay 25 cents and get 30
seconds to spray you and get points if they get each target."
With that she slapped one on the other breast and then had a third in her hand.
"What's that for," Rose asked, then she closed her eyes and started to sob. She
had figured it out-her pussy.
"Sorry again Rosie," Annie said and slapped the target onto her pubic mound. She
knew this would hurt most of all because her hair would be pulled out along with
it.
"After each one gets wet, we'll have to replace them. They'll probably get wet
every time. We have about 3,000 of these so we should be good, but I don't think
you'll have much pubic hair left."
She closed her eyes and rolled her head back. She knew that she was going to be
in for a rough day.
CARRIE
Carrie padded over on her bare feet towards Jenny and Kyra. They were standing
at the dunk tank and she winced, knowing that she was going to be the clown in
the tank.
"Here you go Carrie, hop up and give it a try," Kyra said, almost kindly. The
nude girl climbed the ladder and walked out on the plank. She sat down and
realized that she had to put her legs down spread wide apart for leverage. With
the clear plastic tank in front of her, she knew the image she was presenting.
"One last thing," Jenny said, reaching over from the ladder. She took both of
Carrie's wrists and tied them together behind her. Now the girl had no way of
covering herself and climbing back up would be an adventure.
"OK, I guess you have to wait there until the carnival begins. Don't fall asleep
on us up here," Kyra said smiling.
She started away when she stopped. "Oh yeah, by the way, unlike most dunk tank
clowns, you are not allowed to say anything. So, here," she pushed a ballgag
into the girl's unsuspecting mouth, rendering her speechless.
The two girls giggled and left her helpless and gagged on the ledge, waiting for
the carnival goers to enter. Carrie just wanted to close her eyes and drift off
to sleep but was afraid she would fall off her perch and drown. So she kept
alert and looked all around, taking in the sights of the weirdest carnival in
history. She saw Juli at the pony rides and her heart ached for the girl. Then
she saw Rose at the target shooting contest and started to cry.
"Please get me through this," she prayed.
BRAD
The nude boy was led through a throng of cheering girls as Heather continued to
jerk him off. He had already dry cum once at her hands and was certain he was in
for many more.
The girl led him to bench where he was forced to lay down flat on his back, his
achingly hard penis sticking straight up. His torso was tied with a leather
strap to the bench as were his ankles so he could not move.
"You are the ring toss," Heather said laughing. "I'll show you."
He turned his head and was able to see the girl toss a ring towards his penis.
It hit the top and bounced off. Two more also banged off of his cock and to the
floor. Finally the fourth one landed over his penis and spun around, causing him
to groan in pleasure and frustration.
"One point for me," she said loudly and went to retrieve the ring, her hand
lingering over his penis. He groaned again with need of cumming but he knew that
it wasn't in his near future.
"Make up the sign, five rings for 25 cents," she said smiling. Heather walked
away, leaving the boy nude and attached to the bench.
SHANNON
Shannon walked slowly towards the two boys. They were leering at her and
grinning. She thought that they should be beyond this immature behavior...after
all, she had been naked in school for nearly three weeks. But the boys never
seemed to tire of seeing her nude body, no matter how many times they had seen
it.
She walked to the boy who she thought was John. He smiled and took her hand.
"We've been busy getting you equipment ready all week in shop class," he said.
The thought of a bunch of boys preparing her "equipment" did not make her happy
but she smiled and said ok.
They led her to a chair that resembled the gynecologist chair from her trails in
biology class. The two boys enjoyed feeling her bare body under the guise of
"helping" her into the chair. She groaned as she felt her ankles being wrapped
with straps and then pulled back. Her arms were then pulled above her and tied
to the back of the chair, rendering her unable to move.
"Now for the tits," Rick said. She felt them groping her breasts and then
sliding a smooth thing over it. She looked down and it looked to be metal with a
large pointy end. "Oh, I forgot," he said, inserting a ballgag in her mouth,
this one also having a long, thin metal thing attached to it.
Meanwhile, John was working on her left breasts, mauling it before sliding a
metal thing over her little breasts. She saw him twisting a screw on the side
and she felt the metal tighten around the base of her breasts, slowly squeezing
her little tits tighter and tighter until she moaned. He looked up at her and
smiled again before giving another twist. She saw her breasts getting redder and
more swollen.
She was in some pain now as both of her tits were squeezed by these vice-like
apparatuses. She tried to yell at them that it was too tight but the strange gag
in her mouth made it useless.
"Finally, my pride and joy," John said laughing. He held up another large stake,
this one attached to a smooth cylinder. "Guess where this one goes Shannon?"
With that he slid the cylinder into her wide open and vulnerable pussy, causing
her to gasp. She had been dry and there was little lubricant on the cylinder but
it went in to the hilt. She looked down and saw the large stake sticking up from
her pubic mound, looking like a penis. She saw the boy working on another screw
and felt something moving outside her pubic mound and inside. The boy screwed
until she started to scream as the two metal pieces pinched her.
"Now, that's in place," John said smiling. "Just right for the water balloon
toss. Let me demonstrate."
He took the water filled balloons and tossed one at the stake protruding from
her pussy. It hit and water exploded all over the nude girl. What was worse was
the impact caused the metal inside of her to shake and cause her great
discomfort.
"Or I can throw at your tits," he said, letting another one go. Her breasts were
now sore from the strain and stung as the balloon his her left breast. She was
soaked again, this one completely flooding her chest and face.
"Or your mouth," he said, throwing a balloon right at her face. She could go
nowhere and got the latex balloon right in the face, causing her to be
completely soaked.
Rick then came towards her with a towel. He rubbed the thin towel all over her
body, getting her feels in while also absorbing the water.
"Should make us a fortune. Three balloons for a quarter," he said laughing.
THE CARNIVAL
The fair attracted nearly every student in the school, with many bringing
disbelieving friends from other schools. Not that any of the nude students
noticed. They spent much of the afternoon being barraged by their jobs. Carrie
was a mess, soaked and freezing, constantly working to get back on her little
ledge. Juli's knees were in terrible pain after riding all of the carnival goers
around the circle. Rose had little red marks from where the stinging little
sprays from the water uzis hit her bare body. She also had almost no public hair
left after they were pulled out from the hundreds of times the targets was
removed and readministered to her pubes.
Shannon was in a state of agony as well...her breasts were nearly purple from
the squeezing and the impact of the balloons, her vaginal walls were scraped raw
by the metal tongs and she was freezing from the soaking she was receiving.
Brad had cum more times than anyone could remember, though Heather had tried to
keep track. Each girl (and it was nearly all girls who came to the booth)
lingered while removing the rings from his hard cock, all admiring the long,
wide organ. He had shut his eyes and was trying to imagine a pleasurable way
that this could be happening but each dry cum snapped him back to reality.
Finally the carnival was over. After three long and grueling hours, the nude
students were released from their bonds and allowed to go. As the five gathered
themselves, they heard Heather call out, "$997.75...not bad for a day's work.
Thanks to you five."
The words cut like a knife through the five nudes who knew they had missed their
goal by $2.75. Wordlessly, they made their way back to MR. Jones' office, who
dismissed them to go home.
"Oh and don't forget you five, that you now owe us another Saturday. See you
then. And the same rules apply to that day that applied today...if you arrived
naked today, do the same then. If you stripped nude here, do the same next week.
And Mr. Davis, remember about taking care of your condition."
Brad looked down and remembered that he had to have one of the girls relieve him
of his erection. He looked around and silently begged for some mercy. Juli came
forward and undid his ring and began to jerk him off. Within seconds he came,
shooting his stuff all over the girl. She was handed a towel by the principal
and wiped off the spunk.
"Take the towel and wash it for me honey," the principal said. "Return it on
Monday."
The humiliated five walked quickly out of the office, wanting to erase the whole
day from their memory banks. Carrie and Brad dressed in the boiler room and the
group left without a word. Shannon and Carrie barely exchanged a word on the
drive home, humiliated by the entire day.
Shannon arrived home, leaned over and hugged her best friend and ran up the
steps to shower and go to bed and put this awful day behind her. She had just
entered the house when she saw a note.
"Shannon, We had to run out and Megan and Brighid took Jimmy to the mall. Dinner
is alone for you but Mr. Firgus asked if you could give him a hand today. It
means a lot to the old guy. Love, Dad and Colleen."
The nude girl sighed, knowing that her day from not yet over. Being the nice
girl she headed over to her old neighbor's house to see what he had in store for
her.
PART 90
Shannon walked over to Mr. Firgus' house, her naked feet padding against the
hard, cold street. The sun was setting already and it was barely 4:30. The day,
which had been mild earlier, was turning cold with a stiffer wind blowing up the
street.
The very naked teenager felt that wind with every part of her bare body. Her
feet against the cold street...the wind up her long, bare legs and slamming into
her bare pussy. Up higher, her nipples were hard as rock, threatening to break
off from her firm breasts. Her hair was blowing in the wind and her cheeks were
red from the blowing gusts.
She had to stop and was mortified as a minivan full of high school boys, fresh
from their basketball game, drove past her. She saw the mother driving, looking
embarrassed for the girl but angry that her son and his friends were exposed to
such a thing. The boys, who looked to be about her age, were staring at her,
mouth wide open, eyes big as silver dollars.
Despite being completely naked for nearly every hour of the last 19 days, this
exposure still humiliated her. There was nothing ever hidden from view...her
entire body was on display for anyone who cared to look, even these boys and
their mother in a minivan just driving down the street going God knows where.
Mercifully the car passed and she continued her journey across the street to her
neighbor's house. She went to the front door and saw a sign directing her around
back. She always seemed to enter through the back door and exit through the
front. She went around the side of the house, grateful at being away from prying
eyes of the street, and opened the back door. There on the table were two pieces
of pizza. She realized that she was starving after having missed lunch due to
the carnival. She had dinner plans with Mark but figured she needed to eat
something now.
"Mr. Firgus," she called. "Mr. Firgus, it's me Shannon."
Of course the old man knew that Shannon had indeed arrived. He had watched her
every step, from her arrival home from school to her journey across the street
and around the back of his house. He kept very close tabs on the naked girl with
his binoculars...her room was at the front of the house and her window was
usually easily seen from his bedroom.
He had already "prepared" the two slices of pizza. It was a special blend of a
pie from the local pizza store with cheese and some of his own "juices." He
would think of her and jerk off, leaving some of his special stuff on the pizza.
He had done this the first night she had come over and the naked girl had raved
about the new special "cheese" so he made sure that there were more slices each
time she was over. It was the least he could do, he figured, after all she did
for him. And the thought that a young woman would be tasting his cum and not
knowing it turned him on immensely.
"Yes Shannon, I'll be down in a minute. Feel free to finish those last two
slices of pizza until I come down."
YESS! The girl thought as she sat in the chair, wincing a bit at the cold wood
but quickly forgetting all of that as she dug into the large slice of pizza. She
wondered if she could get some pizza like this and would ask Mr. Firgus if she
could get her own supply.
She bit down on the first slice, loving the taste of the pie. But pizza brought
back some unpleasant memories. Last Tuesday and Wednesday, as part of the
punishment for not earning enough money on the car wash, she and Carrie had been
forced to work in the kitchen during lunch hours. This meant revealing her nude
body in a more intimate way to the workers in the kitchen and then serving the
food to her classmates.
The workers, especially the men, had a field day with her bare pussy, staring at
it, making comments about it, seemingly mesmerized by it. They weren't
threatening in any way...in fact everyone was polite as could be. The forewoman
Estelle, an older lady who ran the kitchen, made sure of it. She had said, "Look
all you want boys but no one touches this girl or you will deal with me. And
make sure no one is slacking so that they can ogle the young lady. She is here
to do her job the same as you."
She had felt so vulnerable as she worked in the kitchen...her bare feet against
the hard tile floor, sometimes made slippery by the grime that comes from
cooking. She would also feel the heat from the stoves as she worked to make the
pizzas and then the grill as she helped cook the burgers. She hated the grease
from the grill that would splatter, causing little red welts to form along her
body. The only covering she was allowed was the humiliating hairnet she was
forced to put on over her head to keep hair out of the food.
While the workers just devoured her with their eyes, her schoolmates were a
completely different story. She heard so many rude comments from them, some
uttered under their breath, others just blatantly spoken.
"What's the topping, smells like anchovies," one boy had teased the day she
served pizza. "Looks like we're getting our burgers heavy on the pussy, light on
the tits," another said when she worked the grill.
Carrie hadn't fared much better. At least Shannon could hide behind the counter
and in the kitchen. But despite being given back her blouse, shoes and socks,
she was forced to strip completely nude for the lunch periods and then bus the
tables and take out the garbage from the cafeteria.
When Shannon volunteered to take her friend's place, Estelle had quieted her.
"She can't work back here nude like you because she had that pussy hair."
Finally, an advantage to having her pussy shaved, she thought. But she still
felt bad as she watched Carrie out there, in the presence of everyone, lugging
large bags of trash, and then being forced to clean tables and grab trays.
Back to the present, she took another bite of pizza, realizing how hungry she
was. She grabbed the newspaper sitting on the kitchen table and began to read
the sports pages. It had been a bad year for the Knicks and the Rangers,
something which would cause her father great distress. Of all of her siblings,
she was the most into sports. Often, Daddy would take her to the Garden to watch
games. Jimmy was into his computer and games, Brighid and Megan never had any
time for sports. But she and her dad would sit there, watching the games on TV
for hours. As she dove into that sports page, she was lost in the warmth of
those memories, so far away from her naked reality.
Mr. Firgus watched from the doorway as the girl sat so unselfconsciously. It was
rare to catch her like this these days, he realized. Her nudity had made her so
aware of her body and of the many eyes feasting on it that she was rarely in
this state.
He watched her as she sat there, chomping on her slice of pizza and reading the
paper. Her face was so pretty like this, so innocent and engaged. Her small
breasts, round with those two hard nipples, were perfect for a girl her size.
Her saw her legs were spread, her bare feet flat against the floor. She was the
picture of naked perfection, from the tips of her little toes, up her long,
slender legs, past her bare, full pussy lips, up her flat, smooth stomach, over
her small but round breasts, up her neck, across her cute, freckled face with
its gorgeous eyes to her long hair.
Just as she was devouring the second slice, he entered the kitchen. She was not
surprised to see him walking in naked. The man had been nude nearly every time
she had been here, supposedly to make her feel comfortable because of her own
nudity. In actuality, the man got off on the thought of being naked so near to a
naked teenager.
"Hi Shannon, enjoying the pizza," he asked.
"Oh yes Mr. Firgus, this is unlike any pizza I've ever tasted," she said. He
noticed that relaxed state was gone as soon as he entered. In its place was a
tension unlike anything he had ever seen in a young girl. "Thank you for saving
me some."
"My pleasure Shannon. Now, onto the job I have for you. I need you to paint my
basement for me."
He led her out of the kitchen and down some steps that she did not existed. Down
in the basement was mostly storage with a small area finished. There was a
computer, TV and a couch.
"I'm afraid I have let the walls in this house go to ruin. I was wondering, if
you would be willing, if you could paint my house, one room at a time. I will
pay you $300 per room painted. And you can do it at any time in the next three
weeks but I would like it completed by then."
She calculated in her head that this would mean more than $2,000 to her savings,
a fee that she had never been able to earn. What harm could painting do?
"How many rooms," she asked.
"Well, here, then upstairs in the living room, dining room, kitchen, hallway,
foyer and then the stairs going up, the hallway up there and then my bedroom.
That's nine rooms...let's say for $3,000."
The girl let out a low whistle. That was a ton of money.
"Alright, I'll do it," she said. Then she remembered her nudity and the fact
that she would still be naked as she painted. But the money was just too good to
pass up.
"Well now, here is the paint and the rollers. Do you need anything else?"
The girl, not all that knowledgeable about painting, shook her head and the man
left. She did not know that a video camera was capturing her as she went,
drinking in all of her nudity.
She thought back to when her father and Colleen had painted their house. All of
the furniture had to be moved to the center of the room, no easy task for a
naked girl all alone. She went over to the end table and removed the lamp,
placing it on the floor. She then picked up the wooden table, which was cold and
hard against her nudity, and moved it over about three feet from the wall. She
did the same with the couch and then the other end table. She was conscious of
her body which was starting to perspire despite the coolness of the basement.
She was grateful that the TV was on a stand with wheels and moved easily. She
was unsure what to do about the big computer desk but decided to just start on
the other walls first.
Finding a pile of drop cloths she spread them out over the furniture and then on
to floor, trying to be certain that no part of the floor would be open. She bent
over to pull the cloth up against the wall and was oblivious to the fact that
the video camera was recording her ass and slit in great detail.
She found a radio and plugged it in, turning the tuner to a top 40 station. With
the music blaring, she got to painting. Mr. Firgus watched from the steps, her
body an erotic vision. He knew from his psychological background that women just
do not understand what it is about them that turns men on. A woman would never
be able to figure out how a man could be sexually aroused simply from watching a
nude girl paint but for Firgus it was almost like sex. His cock was rock hard
and he was stroking it while sitting prone on the steps.
But Shannon wasn't aware of his attraction. Instead, she put all of herself into
the task, singing as she rolled the paint onto the wall. A new song by the
Counting Crows filled the room and she instantly thought of Mark and their date.
She hummed happily along to it, her mind filled with pleasant thoughts.
Finally she had finished all but the fourth wall. Now she had to figure out what
to do with the computer desk. She moved towards it and as she did the computer
screen came alive. She gasped when she saw the screensaver...it was her
completely naked in a picture taken off the school website. The photo had been
taken while she was forced to masturbate during a biology lesson on the female
reproductive organs. She moved the mouse and saw that there was file called
"Shannon." Firgus watched from the steps, intrigued at what her reaction to the
photos would be. Of course he knew she would find them...he wanted her to.
She stood there, moving the mouse to see dozens of her nude photos, which he had
carefully downloaded from the school's supposed secure web site. There they were
in all of their gross, pornographic glory...taken from the web page that she
herself had designed.
"Oh I see you have found your file," Mr. Firgus said, entering the room.
Embarrassed the girl closed the screen and turns to the man.
"Why do you have these," she asks, her voice filling with emotion.
"Shannon, I am a psychologist for sexual deviants. These photos are being used
for the treatment of other patients. It is my screen saver because I am so fond
of you."
The man's answer seemed that it could be true. She knew he was a psychologist
and she desperately wanted to believe him, but it just did not seem right.
"Shannon, despite our little event at the Laundromat, have I even attempted to
hurt you or touch you inappropriately," the man asked. The nude girl shook her
head.
"Well, you are safe with me, I promise. Your family is too good to me for it to
be otherwise. I think of you like a niece."
He saw the girl's body language change from a defensive one to a softer stance.
"Are you okay," the nude old man asked of the nude young woman, who nodded.
"Good, now let me help you with this desk. I may be old but I can help out a
little."
The old man's body grazed against hers as he passed her to get to the other
corner of the desk. Together the two nudes pulled the desk a foot away from the
desk.
"Is that enough room sweetheart," Firgus asked and Shannon again nodded. And
just like that, the man was gone from the room and up the stairs. But the
presence of those pictures had ruined her mood and the rest of the painting
project was done in silence.
Finally the entire basement was completed. It had taken roughly an hour and a
half. For $300, that wasn't bad. She took the brushes and rollers over to the
sink and began to clean them off. She realized that she had some paint on her
from the splatters and wondered if maybe she could use Mr. Firgus' shower.
She put the paint away and the furniture back where it belonged, all except the
computer desk. A part of her wanted to look at the pictures again.
"Mr. Firgus," she yelled up the stairs.
"Hold on sweetheart, I am on the phone. Give me two minutes."
She quickly rushed over to the computer and sat down. Within seconds, she had
opened the "Shannon" file and began going through the photos one by one. There
were several from the basketball game and then some from her biology class, gym
class when she was shaved and had tampons inserted and then from when she had
fallen asleep in the training room. She shivered at the vulgarity of it all but
a part of her was getting wet down in her vagina. What was happening to her?
She heard his footsteps on the stairs and she quickly closed the file and got on
her bare feet.
"What did you want dear," the old man asked, an accusatory smile on his face.
"Um, I just wondered if you could help me push the computer desk back."
He laughed and again brushed past her to get to the other corner and then the
two of them pushed the desk back in place.
"You really did a wonderful job...although I see your breasts got some heavy
splatter. Would that classify as covering your body," he asked laughing.
She looked down and was mortified to see that her breasts were nearly covered
with paint. "Luckily it's water based paint," he said, still laughing.
"May I use your shower Mr. Firgus," she asked softly.
"Sure sweetie, there are towels in the closet."
She went up and spent some time in the shower, working to scrub the paint off.
She was worried that Mark would be waiting at the house and didn't want him to
see it. Finally she got out and dried off and there the man was, standing at the
door of the bathroom.
He walked over towards her and reached out and she tensed completely.
"Shannon, may I touch your shoulders? You seem so tense I was wondering if I
could give you a backrub."
The girl straightened even further than she had before. She was a bit
uncomfortable at having this man touch her.
"Um, well," she stammered.
"Shannon, please, I am old enough to be your grandfather. Please read nothing
into this but my desire to see you more comfortable."
The girl looked lost in thought and then said, "OK Mr. Firgus, I'm sorry if I'm
getting weird. Everyone hasn't been that nice to me." Including you, she wanted
to add. Their little show at the Laundromat was still fresh in her mind.
She felt the man's presence right behind her and then his hands on her bare
shoulders. He dug his fingers in strongly but not roughly. His fingers, though
old, were strong and knowledgeable as he began to massage her battered
shoulders. An afternoon tied at the carnival followed by painting had caused her
some aching.
A moan escaped her as he continued on her shoulders, neck and then down her
arms. Then he pushed her forward a bit so her hands were balled into fists and
they were braced on the counter and he moved his hands down her back and her
sides, his hands tantalizingly close to her breasts.
The old man could not believe his good fortune. He was actually being allowed to
touch the naked flesh of this perfect creature. He was actually being allowed to
use his hands to bring pleasure to her current miserable condition. His cock
twitched at the feel of her smooth skin and the sight of her flawless back and
round cheeks. This would be the subject of his fantasies for months.
Finally he was done and the girl straightened up. Her body felt like jelly but
she was more relaxed than she had been in weeks.
"Thank you Sir, that felt wonderful," she said.
"You are welcome. It was the least I could do for all you have done for me."
She finished drying off and walked down the steps. The man was there holding
$300 in cash.
"Here you go, a $300 payment to Malone Painting," the man said smiling. His eyes
locked onto hers and for the first time, she felt a bond with the man. He was
one of the few males in her life who wasn't staring at her breasts instead of
her face.
"Thanks Mr. Firgus. I'll see you tomorrow. I appreciate this chance."
"My pleasure Shannon, I'll see you then."
She exited out the front door and the man watched her. Two hours of frustration
at being so close to the nude girl was coming to a head and, as he watched her
scurry across the cold street, he erupted all over a towel that he held just for
that purpose.
