Author Notes:
This story can be read as a stand-alone story.
Annie is a young American girl who starts learning Arts in the international college of the fictional country Bolares. Annie has an act of finding herself naked, humiliated, and punished in public.
She lives with her French classmate, Jules, an aspiring filmmaker.
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Annie and Jules stood together in the queue for the bus. Today was the first day of the two-day field trip they had. Today they were visiting a museum. Annie packed a small luggage, with some clothes and things for the shower.
As each student was marked 'check' on showing up, they handed their luggage to the bus driver to be placed in the trunk. When Annie approached the bus door, the bus driver smirked. "Miss Jackson, you seem very clothed today."
"Bite me."
"Is that the way to treat the knight in shining armor who carried you home that day?"
'That day' refers to Annie's last ordeal. After losing her skirt and panties, and having the entire school spank her, she went home on the bus like any other day, but by the time school was over her ass was so red she couldn't sit down at the bus. And she was forced to stand up bottomless in the middle of the aisle for everyone to watch, including the driver, who should've been looking at the road.
"If you think your disgusting bus is some sort of white horse, you must be on more drugs than I thought."
He laughed. "Tell you what. Flash me those perky tits of yours and when we'll come back, I'll give you a special ride, straight to your house."
"Eww," was all that Annie said.
Tamar Levi, Annie's illustration teacher, interrupted them, "Annie, stop harassing the driver and get in, I don't want to be late."
"Sorry Miss Levi," Annie said.
"Tamar," The teacher said, reminding Annie of her preference to be called by her first name.
Annie smiled and gave the bus driver her luggage, and he smiled taking it. Out of the three Miss Levi was the only one with a genuine smile, with hints of wrinkles forming around her crystal blue eyes and thin lips. Not that Miss Levi was old, she was still in her 30's, she simply was a happy person, who smiled a lot.
***
Walking around the museum was an absolute joy. The artworks in this museum were plenty, diverse, and relatable. None of those modern paintings, which were just a strip of blue on a white canvas, and cost thousands of dollars. The school hired a guide to give the tour and provide explanations. His passionate approach and Miss Levi's insightful comments caused even the more cynical students, those who didn't view museum art as worthwhile, to linger on a piece for more than a few moments at a time.
While the class half circled a painting, with the guide in the middle explaining the composition of the characters, Annie felt the need to pee. She asked the guide for directions to the bathroom and was told to go down the aisle and look for a sign.
The sign was hard to miss. It spelled "Bathroom" with broken TV screens, computers, keyboards, and all kinds of tech that were probably recovered in a scrap yard. Annie opened the door next to the sign. It led to an empty hallway. She looked around trying to find more bathroom signs. But she found none. Annie started walking, opening all the doors she came across.
The first door she saw was locked, and so was the second. She passed a few more doors and a few more turns, but she couldn't find the bathroom. And the more she walked the more a feeling of entering a forbidden place increased, like going backstage in a show she wasn't on. After ten minutes of searching and with a growing need to relieve herself she reached a turn where she told herself that if she didn't see any sign after it, she'd go back.
But right when she took the turn, she crashed into something and hit her head. She heard metal falling on the ground, making an awful, loud sound. Annie was in pain. She reached her hands up instinctively to protect herself from whatever shower of objects was raining down on her right now. When she finally opened her eyes all she could see was red. Panic got hold of her.
Is... is that blood?
Her heart raced, and with shaky hands she tried to feel for a wound in her head.
"What are you doing here?" someone yelled.
Annie jumped, scared to death. She looked up to where the voice came from. Her eyes took a minute to adjust. But then saw an old man standing on an 8 feet tall platform, holding a brush with a red tip. She looked around herself. She saw a ladder right in front of her. And a can of red paint spilled on the floor. She looked at herself and saw the red paint covering all her clothes.
"Young lady, are you all right? You took a little hit there. I hope it's nothing serious." the old man sounded worried now, almost caring.
"Hmm yeh, I'm fine. I think. Just a little startled. That's all." Annie calmed down. Her head still hurt, and she was still a bit shocked.
"Good. But you still haven't answered my question. What are you doing here?"
"I got lost, I guess. I was looking for the bathroom and I followed that weird tech sign here."
The old man's expression changed like he was offended. "Young lady! Border Kalley's work on modern technology might look like a bathroom sign, but it is most certainly not one."
"Oh, wait so, that was an artwork? It's kind of misleading you know. I didn't get it."
"Someone of your generation not understanding that piece. Ha, now that's what I call irony." he chuckled at his joke.
"I didn't get that either."
"Of course you didn't my dear." Annie wasn't sure if to be offended by his last remark. But before she could ask for clarification the old man continued. "In any case, you made a bit of a mess there. I'll call for someone to clean it. There is an employee bathroom down this hall, you can use it to clean yourself up."
"Wow really? Thank you, sir, it's very nice of you."
***
Annie stood alone in the bathroom, looking in the mirror she saw that her hair, face, and clothes were all red. She lightly touched the bruise on her head, to check if it was swollen.
"Ouch."
And to make matters worse she noticed that she had peed herself. Back when she got hurt and startled.
"Damn it."
Annie stripped naked. If anyone would come in, it would be a woman. And while it would be strange, Annie told herself it wouldn't be different from any public women's shower. She placed her shirt, skirt, and knee-high socks in a sink under running water. She threw her dirty panties into the trash; she had no use for them anymore. And her bra, which was the only piece of clothing she had that wasn't covered in paint, she hung on a stall door. Annie spent fifteen minutes washing her hair. Then she tried to clean as much as she could from her face and body, using damp and dry paper towels. She was dripping all over the place, and the sense of the cheap paper on her skin was irritating. But she kept going, taking extra time to reach her back. And a good amount of time on her legs, using soap there to clean any trace of pee. After she was convinced that any red on her body was only the result of hard scrubbing and not paint, she turned to check on her clothes.
She started with her shoes. She cleaned the drops of red paint and spent some time on the soles as well, removing as much paint as she could. She figured she could take her time since she needed that time to dry off after the improvised sink shower. And while she wouldn't admit it, the feeling of the cold air on her naked body was nice, and she didn't mind staying like that for a while.
Once she had finished with the shoes she checked the sink with her clothes.
"Oh, fudge!" She yelled, "I'm such an idiot! How could I forget?"
She pulled out her school shirt from the sink. The red paint was off, and so was the shirt's opaqueness. She forgot that when wet, the school's white shirts turned extremely transparent. She placed her hand underneath it, and she could see her hand through two layers of fabric. She panicked. She tried to squeeze all the water out and dry the shirt under the hand dryer. But with no luck. It was soaking wet. The skirt was in a better shape. It didn't turn see-through, but it soaked much more water. She rolled and twisted the skirt, removing what water she could. She did the same for the socks.
Except for her bra, all of Annie's clothes were wet. She knew it would take them a long time to dry off completely. She looked down at her naked body. it still had a shine of wetness. She moved her hands across her body. squeezing her tits and pussy in frustration every time she passed them.
Not again. Why does this keep happening to me? I'm stuck naked again. Should I just put on the wet clothes and go back to class? Should I wait? No... if I'll show up with messed up clothing I'll be spanked. If I'll return in two, or three hours after my clothes dried off, I'll be punished as well. maybe I'll go back like this. I mean the whole class had already seen every part of me. Just not all the parts at the same time. It's technically legal and the school apparently won't punish me for that. And if I'm honest, I don't mind being naked... It's... kind of nice.
A sharp thought penetrated her mind.
Stop it! You are not going naked. You have spare clothes in your luggage, you idiot.
Annie calmed. She had a plan. She'll go to the bus and get the spare clothes she had there. Meanwhile, she would leave some of her clothes here to dry off. Besides she can't be wet when she puts on the new shirt because then it will turn transparent as well. Annie placed her shirt under the wall-mounted hand drier. Using her sock, she jammed the 'ON' button to remain pressed. The loud noise of the hot air drier filled the room. Annie tried putting her shoe on without a sock, but it was too painful. And putting just one shoe on one side was too uncomfortable. So, Annie decided to leave her shoes and single sock under the stream of hot air as well.
Annie put on her dry bra and wet skirt. She made her way back to the old man and asked him for directions to the bus parking lot. Luckily for her, not only there is a way there that didn't go through the museum itself, but the old man was so caught up in his work he didn't even bother to look in Annie's direction, saving her some humiliation.
***
It was a pleasant day outside. The door the old man pointed at led right to the back parking lot. Annie looked around and was pleased not to see a single person. She wanted to spring but being barefoot meant she felt every small rock on the round. And it hurt like hell. Annie walked slowly then; toward the line of buses she saw from afar. She found the bus parking in line with other buses. She couldn't believe her luck to make it all the way here without being seen by a single person. Of course, it will all have to change when the bus driver sees her. She looked around the bus hoping to meet the driver. But she didn't. And then it occurred to her that she didn't really think of the possibility that he wouldn't be here. She tried knocking on the bus door, hoping he was inside, taking a nap. She knocked as hard as she could.
If he's not here maybe I'll break the glass and open the trunk myself.
But the driver was there. He came to the door looking somewhat dizzy like he did just wake up from a nap. He came to his senses fast when he saw who was waiting outside. A huge smile was stuck on his face when he opened the door.
"Don't!" Annie quickly remarked while pointing a finger at him as a sign of warning.
"I don't want to hear any comments. All I need is for you to open the trunk and I'll get my luggage. Ok?" Annie tried to keep a serious look on her face while she talked, to show she was not in the mood for funny business. And despite the list of witty remarks the bus driver had in mind, "ok." was his sole response walking down the steps.
