Classroom Stories Ch 03

It was the beginning of May at the St. Margaret's Academy for Wayward Girls, and between the final few days of the spring semester and the start of the mid-year break, summer fell upon the school with the promise of all it had to offer. In the typical Arcadian fashion of the open-air countryside, however, the season also brought with it a sweltering heat that seemed to swallow everything alive. Birds, beasts, man, and stone, not a single soul seemed to escape the gaze of the sun as it sat high in the sky. And for the students of the academy, trapped indoors with the windows shut, that meant little else to do but wait for the last of their classes to pass on by.

It was the perfect storm of boredom, capped only by the presence of their teacher as they gazed outside. Nine hours a day, five days a week, and a half day of prayers and chapel on Sundays. The fact that it was also about time for their annual end-of-the-year medical examination as well didn't do much either for their general disposition. Their freedom so close and yet so far, almost like a certain other category of forbidden vice, and had anyone ever bothered to point it out they certainly would not have been the first to try. The academy was infamous for its strictness after all, and it only took the first couple of trips down to the Headmaster's Office for the lesson to become more or less ingrained.

As such, it was only with the greatest sense of endurance like a sprinter upon his last breath that the girls of Mr. Johnson's class found themselves standing in front of the nurse's office waiting patiently in line.

They were not the only ones there. In front of them another group of girls, first years by their look, clutched anxiously at the hem of their skirts. Today would be their first time going through the process, and judging by the expression on their faces, they looked as if they would rather be anywhere else in the world than the present. Nobody could blame them too much for that though. They all remembered what it had been like. Only the upperclassmen, veterans by their experience, were brave enough to make light of the situation as they followed up behind. Smiling, they bickered half-heartedly amongst themselves with their voices carrying out over the head of the crowd while their younger peers tried to pretend that they weren't listening in.

It was a bit of a mistake. Especially since the current topic of conversation seemed to be centered around who had gone the longest since their last release. And, with a shrewd look towards the first-year students, the various types of instruments waiting for them in the examination booths once they were there. Typical senior bullying. No school was complete without some good old-fashioned hazing.

Ironically enough though, despite the vividness of the details, the teachers seemed to be the only ones who were nervous as they tried to corral everyone into place.

"Come on now, stick together," said Mr. Johnson, "Rachael, stop wandering off by yourself or it'll be a yellow slip and a week's worth of detention. And you too Emily, I see you back there. I know you're still sore from earlier this morning, but unless you want a repeat of our discussion later on after school, I suggest you stop dallying about and start paying attention."

He frowned, shooting her another glare, and the poor girl obeyed though not without some difficulty. All around them it was as if the entire school had been gathered together into one place, and doing her best to push back against the chaos, she let out a sigh as she tried to shuffle back into formation. There was a lot of unenthusiastic grumbling, quite a few complaints, and then with everything sorted out again, the class moved forward again as they followed along with the rest of the crowd in front of them. Despite knowing all too well of course, the frustration that lay waiting ahead.

The feeling was best described by a conversation carried out near the back between two plain-looking girls, who despite not being friends exactly, still sat next to each other in class.

"Do you think they're going to make us do that again this year?" said Tiffany, standing up on her tiptoes to see how long they had left.

Her companion was somewhat less interested in the possibility of guessing, however, as she glared down at the crumpled-up piece of paper she had been kicking along with her feet.

"Shut up," said Marie, "And stop talking about it. I don't want to hear all about your perverted dreams."

If the words had any effect though, then her companion appeared not to hear.

"I really hope they don't," she said again, "The last time they ended up strapping me down to the table so they could do it like a hundred times in a row, and it almost felt like it was going to fall off by the time they were finished."

"Tiffany...," said Marie.

"Though honestly," said the other girl, still not listening, "Sometimes I sort of wish that it did. Especially when it starts to get all tingly and stiff right after they use the cream. Hey, do you think they're going to double the dose again this year? Or is that just another rumor, since I heard from Chloe the next class over that if they use too much of it there's a small chance that they'll end up making a mistake, and then if you're really careful and manage not to make any noise you'll be able to get away with one even if you don't have enough points saved up at the end of the year."

She looked over as she blinked, and it was a testament to the tightness of the hallway that her friend didn't immediately reach over to hit her right then and there. From the look on her face, she would have already done so a long time ago already. All the same though, the teachers were right there, and so it was only with another sigh that Marie turned her head to stare off into space. The perfect image of a proper young lady, even as her thighs rubbed up against each other underneath her skirt again like she had been doing all morning.

The only condolence was that everyone else around her was probably feeling the same way. Like that a while passed, and then some more, the crowd never seeming to grow any smaller as the line pushed towards the end. Then, just as it seemed as if they really would be stuck there forever, they were through at last. The door closed behind them with a click, and the head nurse, a stern-looking woman somewhere in her early thirties, looked up from her clipboard with a curt stare.

"Mr. Johnson's class?" she asked.

Her voice was devoid of any warmth, though it was impossible to tell with how it was hidden behind a mask. Blank and sterile, almost as if it was made from the same material as the walls around them.

Mr. Johnson was quick to intervene.

"All accounted for," he said smoothly.

"Alright then," said the nurse, turning to face the girls again, "You know the drill. Uniforms off, underwear stays on for now, and stand in a line. Tallest to shortest, and be quick about it since it's not like you're the only ones here."

She tapped her fingers against her wrist, and hesitating for as long as they dared the class looked over towards their teacher. If they thought he was going to step in and save them though then they were sorely mistaken, since the only thing they got was another brief nod to do as they were told before they were forced to reach over and strip. All at once with each girl looking over at the person standing beside them since it was a lot less humiliating when they weren't the only one undressing, and soon the sound of clothes being taken off filled the room as each layer was carefully peeled away until they were left standing in only the thin fabric of their underwear.

The silence that followed was deafening. To say that it was humiliating was understating it. The scene was like something straight out of a movie. Plain white panties to match the school's dress code, some with only just a tiny bit of lace, and a simple bra for those who were lucky enough to have one. Otherwise besides that, it was simply down to the nakedness of their bare skin as they shivered against the coldness of the air. As embarrassing as it was to be seen like that though, not a single one of the girls attempted to cover themselves up with their hands. Even as their nipples rose up from their chest, since having gone through it once already, there wasn't a single student there who didn't know the consequences of putting their fingers where they shouldn't be.

Like that, with the light bouncing off every last inch of their bodies, they stood there under the nurse's watchful gaze. Bravery in the face of adversity, a core motto of their education, though that didn't stop several of them from biting down on their lips.

"Two minutes and thirty-two seconds," said the nurse, "That has to be the shortest one yet."

Mr. Johnson beamed at the praise. The class a little less so however, as the woman stepped forward to stand in front of the first girl in line. Which just so happened to be Alyssa Blair, a mousy-looking girl with her round reading glasses perfectly framing her face, and she blinked as the dark strands of her hair trailed down just short of her chest. Why me, she seemed to think, even as her instincts took over and she got into position. Arms by her side, hands on top of her head, and her eyes glued to a very specific and imaginary spot on the wall across from her as a pair of fingers slip past the waistband of her panties.

"Stop moving," said the nurse, "And stand up straight."

"I'm sorry, ma'am," said Alyssa automatically, "I promise I won't do it again."

As sincere as it sounded though, the apology didn't do much for her in the end since a short tug of her underwear down to her knees later, and she blushed as her privates were exposed for the entire room to see. Perfectly smooth and shaved, and aside from the sensitive little bump peeking out at the top of her slit, there was no mistaking her inexperience as the nurse ran her fingers over the V-shape of her vulva and the nub in between. Almost like a tiny little pebble of pinkness hidden between her lips, over which there was nothing but the constant minute stiffness that always seemed to plague the students wherever they went, and it wasn't until the nurse had completed a dozen or so strokes around the very edges that she stopped to pull away.

"Clear," she said, and Alyssa breathed out a sigh of relief.

Then, moving back into place, she resumed staring up at the wall in front of her as if it were a painting. Which it might as well be, since it wasn't as if there was much else to look at besides the naked bodies of her classmates of which Sophia was next. And then Charlotte, and then Olivia, a brunette with hazel-colored eyes that perfectly matched her hair, and as the nurse stopped in front of each one to draw their panties to the side and examine them for anything that might have been considered suspicious, it was as if the experience was the same between the entire group of girls as they endured the feeling of her fingers pressing down against their clits.

One by one, they closed their eyes and held their breath. Gina, whose breasts were quite small and whose nipples felt rather sensitive got thirteen strokes and a small prod against the opening of her entrance. Avery had freckles, and the small brown dots only seemed to stand out even more against the red of her face as she was made to squat down and open her legs. After that it was the twins, Lucy and Lia, their lips pressed together into a thin line as they were made to bend over and spread their cheeks, and past that it wasn't long before it became a game of who else was to get their anuses examined as well in addition to their privates.

"Clear," the nurse called out again and again, marking it down on her chart with a pen. Then it was onto the fifth and then the sixth girl after that, or maybe it was already the seventh or the eighth, though aside from the usual whimpers of discontent, there were no abnormalities to speak of save for one of the girls near the end who couldn't help but pull away. And by the time the assistants led her over into a separate room for a much more careful inspection, there were already tears running down her face.

The entire class watched her go. Oh dear, what a shame. If only she had the willpower to last another couple of seconds. With not too many girls left to get through though, it was soon back to business as usual as they were finally allowed to pull their panties back up into place. Then, as the nurse waved her hand and they formed up together into another line, it was only a short stop from there to the various examination stations already set out ahead of them in the back of the office.

Slowly, the group marched forward. The fact that most of them seemed to be standing rather stiffly now with their legs parted did not go unnoticed. Or the way their hips seemed to move every time the fabric of their underwear rubbed up against their slits. The reaction was only to be expected though. Accounted for even, as a sea of blushes rose up across their faces. They had only managed to get through the first part of the process after all, and there was still the rest of the day to complete. And as their nipples rose up once more against their chests, it was almost with a tired sigh that they seemed to resign themselves to the frustration that they knew would be waiting for them once they were finished.