Classroom Nudity.
The four boys from the drama class followed their instructions, and woe befall them if they departed one little bit from what Miss Braithwaite and Miss Cuff had ordered. They arrived 10 minutes before class and began nervously stripping off in the corridor, standing awkwardly on one foot as they pulled off shoes and socks. Girls had started to congregate, holding books to their bosoms and whispering and giggling. Two elderly teachers stood, eyes ablaze.
The principal's secretary Miss Assam was there too. Yes, her green eyes very riveted. Especially when she caught the sight of Colin's weight trainer's torso as his face vanished into his T shirt which he was tugging over his head. Yes, nice brown nipples, like medallions, thought Miss Assam who had become a connoisseur of the young Adonis type, so common with the protein-fed youngsters in the American mid-West in the 1950s.
Then off came Larry Fulbright's checked shirt revealing a delicious patch of blond hair on his chest- from some girls, triggering an intake of breath- and a trail of it running south from his navel. Oh nice, thought Sharon Greenlees who felt a sweet jolt in her pubis at the sight. Miss Assam, too, loved boys' treasure trails- acquired so recently, among the fresh signs of their manhood- and all they promised, snaking into their jeans.
Soon the four of them, feet and torsos bared, were shyly fiddling with their belt buckles, while more girls arrived and stood around, mouths agape. Each boy was shy about the next step. Our pants? In front of these girls and women teachers? But the arrival of Miss Cuff, eyes dancing, forced action. The boys shucked out of their slacks. And staggered as they extracted their legs, standing on one foot, blushing deeply. Folded the trousers...placed them on the bench. And shuffled shyly, fingers at the waistbands.
The waistbands of...
...Larry's baggy boxers...
...Jim's Swimmer brand jockstraps...
...the Y fronts of Colin...
...and gasp! A scarlet posing strap in the case of Glenn Blaxland...
...which made girls giggle...
...and made Miss Cuff, who never smiled, ease into a contemptuous smirk.
Those posing straps he wore! Shameful! But worn because (some of the girls had heard this from his sisters) his mother had bought a dozen posing straps from Logan's - all in girly colours, varieties of pinks, limes, faint yellows- and insisted on him wearing them because she thought them so "sexy"- yes, even used the word in front of him, sisters and his female cousins! "Sexy," she said. She called them "his little posers." They made it so nice when he had to be stripped for punishment to do washing up or vacuuming while she entertained five of her friends for coffee. Also, because she found it so "absolutely delicious" when he "suffered" erections and the little patch of satin or cotton or linen was tented- looked fit to burst- and he wriggled and twisted to avoid having his erection seen- although his bottom could be seen at all times, of course.
With big breaths and downcast eyes...
...the four boys whisked their underwear down their legs and shuffled to fold them on top of their other clothes piled on the bench.
Suddenly, totally nude.
Four cocks flopped around...
...almost as if they knew they were being stared at...
(and brother! Were they being stared at!)
...while they boys, as instructed, formed themselves into a line, like guards on sentry duty, to funnel the girls and Miss Cuff into the classroom entrance.
Stark naked, hands behind their backs (yes, like guardsmen).
In birthday suits.
Everything they had, on display.
Blushing fire engine red.
Pudgy Peggy Stepney let her eyes flicker over one after the other, as she walked between them. Larry shivered with shame, as he saw her eyes connect with his cock knowing it was lengthening slightly. He hated her complacent smile, the look she sent right into his eyes which seemed to say, "Caught you, haven't we?"
Giselle Darcy, mousy hair tugged into plaits, only had eyes for Jimmy's fleshy organ which was lazily filling out while he stood blushing, eyes right ahead so as not to see the girls' eyes. She adored the funny heads on boys' cocks- was fascinated and intrigued by how heaven had contrived to think up anything so decorative and cute and silly. Jimmy's was just like a fat, award-winning mushroom. Made her go funny inside thinking how it might enter a girl- why a girl like her! Then, greedy, she soaked up a close-up of Colin's and Larry's as she stepped between them.
With a fixed smile Miss Cuff walked by them, leaving them at the entrance while girls took their seats and she gave instructions where the boys were to sit.
Waiting, just outside, the boys looked themselves over.
"Your sisters and mum heard yet?"
"Yeah, had to put up with it all through dinner. They all reckon we did it- the drawings. So she made me strip off after dinner and do the washing up. Teach me respect for women, she said."
"Apron?"
"No, not this time. Buck naked. Got a boner, too."
"Ah, they fuckin' love that!"
"Sure do. Look at it, girls, says mom, it's 'an involuntary erection' that boys can't help getting! And I've gotta stand there and let 'em stare."
"Happens to me all the time. Especially when aunt Patricia visits. She loves seeing me nude. When it stands up she says, look it's gone perky on us!"
"I had to do homework nude every night this week, in my room, at my desk- after they found the nudist mag. I was sitting there just waiting for one of them to burst in and make fun of me, nude at my desk. Then it happened. Mom sent her lady friend in to 'say hello'- shit, Doris Lentern...who runs the beauty parlour? A young housewife type. I kept trying to slide myself under the desk. She kept peeping, all the time saying things like gosh, you've developed...and asking if I had a girlfriend...and how did I like going nude at home? Fuck! Humiliating. Me sitting there, crossing my legs to cover up."
"My mother booked me in for a spanking. At Mrs Reilly's..."
The last came from Jimmy, him of the fire-hose penis.
Sudden, Miss Cuff ordered them in.
Four stark naked guys shuffled around in front of the class, in front of all the grins and stares directed at them.
The eyes of 23 girls were raking them.
Staring hungrily.
Like timber wolves, eyeing prey.
Staring particularly at their midriffs.
Boys didn't know where to put their hands.
Jimmy was scouring his upper arms and chest as if fighting an itch.
Larry circled his left hand through his blond chest hair while his right dangled to his thigh. His long skinny penis was lengthening. Certainly there was a "half moon" appearance from inside its nozzle.
Glenn let both his arms drop to his sides but turned his hands outwards as if saying, here it is girls...it's all yours. His silky cock curved out of his pubic bush and his big balls dangled. He was blushing worse than than the others and when he saw Sally Wainwright who lived in his street grinning at him, he positioned his arms folded behind his back- simply not knowing what else he might do. Yet...it looked like he was displaying his genitals just for her.
Blushing, he lowered his head to study the floorboards.
Colin's hands fluttered wildly.
And then, in a panic- feeling himself beginning to stiffen- he let them drift to his groin and join up in a Venus pose...
Miss Cuff sighted it and moved with an assassin's swiftness.
She took one step to position herself behind the boy and drew back her right arm, hesitated to gather strength and take perfect aim, and then with lightning speed bring it to his left buttock with terrific force...
The crack was like gun fire. It made every girl jolt in her seat.
The concentrated swipe sent Colin into the air...
...take on the facial features of a clown fired from a circus cannon...
...and, his bladder shocked, shot a sliver of urine out of his urethra through the air to skid across the open exercise book of Alice Highcover sitting in the front row.
"Miss! He's done wee-wee on my text!"
There was uproar.
Which shocked the teacher into a whole volley of strikes on Colin's buttocks. Smack! Smack! Smack! While the boy danced in a circle- in high stepped prancing- crying with the shame and the pain.
The girls laughed out loud, pointing and nudging. The boy skipped in a circle and his cock flew in all directions. The teacher pursued him, her swipes becoming more furious and the snapping sound of the contact- stiff palm on the boy's tight bottom cheeks- resounded.
When it finished his hands had no place to settle except stroking his reddened buttocks, tears streaking and his cock wobbling uncertainly between innocent limpness and poking out parallel to the floor.
"That was a filthy performance. This boy now has a flaming red bottom. Turn and show the girls..."
He quickly obeyed and the air filled with "ohhhhs" and "ahhhhs."
Miss Cuff gazed at her handiwork with a dead eyed predatory stare, moving to view his behind as he displayed it- oh, how shaming- to the seated girls.
She glared at his bottom. Then shifted to view his midriff. His cock seemed to fill and deplete, not knowing the protocol for a nude punishment of this severity and shame.
Then the teacher got down to business.
She despatched the boys one at a time to take a seat next to a girl. A lucky girl. Lucky- to find an athletic and naked young man forced to walk to what would become a shared desk, and slide in next to her, positioning his groin and its contents in easy eyeshot. And Miss Cuff made the most of the opportunity to maximise embarrassment.
"Now I haven't allowed the boys to bring in their books. So girls let them share your's. Yes boys, shuffle in close, pull your chairs closer. It's Henry V, Act 11, scene one. Hands on the desk in front of you, by the way. That's right, Colin. I know your bottom is sore but plant it on that seat next to Delcia. She won't bite you. Don't blush and tear-up, Glenn. You boys thought it was great fun to mock females with your crude drawing and boasting about male attributes with that other shocking sketch. Now, the tables have been turned."
The girls hosting a male neighbour knew what to do.
As soon as Glenn assumed the seat next to Sally Wainwright she pressed her right thigh against his. He jolted, with dread, and when he tried to withdraw his leg her thigh followed and pressed his even harder. He couldn't withdraw further. He'd fall off his chair. She pressed his thigh with hers even more insistently. And then watched with a sleazy grin as his cock instantly inflated- out and up!- and- oh how cute!- it was slightly curved! Curved enough for the tip of his well sculpt glans to reach his abs. She began to heave with laughter. It was...so...automatic! God, they are pathetic. They have no control, she thought, none whatsoever. She was emboldened...
