Toward a More Complete Education 1

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

The following story is entirely fantasy. The actions described in the story should never be attempted. They are illegal and can be psychologically damaging. The author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life.

The author recognizes the difference between fantasy and reality and would never condone the actions in this story. It is for fantasy only.
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Toward a More Complete Education: Part 1
By: Cewis Larroll

Study after study has shown that sexual hang-ups, misinformation, lack of skill, and hesitance to perform, or to perform certain things, cause many problems in dating and marriage. Studies also show that many of these problems go back to childhood. Lack of proper sex education, lack of comfort, and general lack of information lead to unsatisfying sex lives in adulthood. Unsatisfying sex lives can spill over into every other area of life, making a person miserable. It can also lead to crime if a person is dissatisfied enough. So that more people with bad sex lives leads to more problems in society.

This was the problem that psychiatrist Peter van Orten had been hired to solve. He determined that sex education needed to start early, by age eight at the latest. It should be completely comprehensive and hands on, instead of going over pictures in books and talking about sexual intercourse, but learning and doing the acts themselves, learning not only about mechanics, but about how to pleasure a partner. And it needed to be co-ed. Having boys and girls in separate classes for sex education, Dr. van Orten found, made it hard for them to later communicate with each other about important sexual matters. It was one of the main causes of the hang-ups that were causing so much trouble in the first place.

So Dr. van Orten wrote up the program the school had asked for. He knew from the beginning that many parents were going to object. But that was for the school board to deal with. He had written out a program and lesson plan exactly as instructed.

Sure enough, as soon as parents got letters in mid-July detailing the new mandatory sex ed program, the school started getting calls. Everyone was told that they would not be able to keep their children out of the program unless they changed districts. And the school was not going to help them with that, either.

But there were actually only twelve families that were dead-set against it. They managed, with difficulty, to make other arrangements, whether home schooling or different schools.

A lot more parents thought it was a wonderful idea and plan. Eight sets of parents even requested permission to take the course with their offspring. These requests were granted, as long as the parents followed the instructions of the program teachers, Charles and Christine Anderson. Everyone agreed. The twelve sets of parents who were stuck in the stone age could all go fuck themselves.

Charles and Christine Anderson had been hired to teach the new sex ed course even before the course was finished. Christine was a sexologist who had done her masters thesis on sexual hang-ups and their roots in childhood. Her husband had a masters in early childhood education. The school system had seen the perfect combination and immediately offered them the job. Christine had been ecstatic to get such a great opportunity at only twenty-eight. Thirty-one-year-old Charles was glad to finally get into his field, and away from analysis. Once they saw Dr. van Orten's program, they were even more excited. It was exactly what was needed.

The second day of the school year had been chosen to begin the new sex ed classes. Each class would be four hours long, and since students would have to come from three different schools, the school board had decided that every Tuesday would be dedicated to sex ed for the children from eight to fourteen. And the few parents who wanted to be involved. The younger students would be in the program soon enough, and the older students would be put into a more intensive program soon, since they had missed the best age for dealing with such things.

So on the first day of school, all teachers in second through eighth grades told their students that they would be having special classes the next day, at a classroom set up at the elementary school. Charles and Christine Anderson were glad that eleven of the teachers and sixteen parents would be there to help them with the class of two hundred students. They hoped that enough of their helpers would know enough to properly aid them.

When two hundred students were dropped off by their parents the next morning, they did not know what kind of class it was going to be. They all noticed how many ages there were, and that was strange. There had never been such a large class, and never with so many grades together. And there were a bunch of teachers they knew, and some parents were staying. All the kids thought it must be a weird class coming up.

“Hello, everyone. I'm Mr. Anderson, and this is my wife, Mrs. Anderson,” Charles began by introducing himself. “The first thing we need to do is get this class down to a reasonable size. It took me until today to convince the school board that two hundred pupils is just too many. So I've made lists, which are posted on that wall, of who is going to be in each class. We are going to do five classes, and today will be class two. If you are in class two, please go to that side of the room, everyone else will be taken home, just for today, on the bus. Class three will be here tomorrow, class four on Thursday, class five on Friday, and class one will start next Monday. The buses will bring you here from the middle school if needed. We will meet here once a week, on the same day each week. Every other day you will be in your regular classes.”

They were in a large room, with plastic chairs along one wall, and thin carpet covering the floor. There were no desks. As large as the room was, it was crowded with so many people, another reason Charles and Christine had asked the school board for less children per class. There were lists of students on the wall opposite the chairs. Parents and teachers had already taken up most of the chairs.

The school board had seemed to assume that the Andersons would be able to teach any size class. The Andersons had not expected there to be two hundred students. As soon as he found out, Charles had started arguing with the school board. He had met with each member, and finally agreed that he could handle a class of forty, or even fifty, if he had enough helpers. So the board had reluctantly, since it meant splitting things up and having a sex ed class going every day, agreed to split things into five different classes. They had helped Charles and Christine divide the children, doing their best to keep all ages in every class, and had chosen four teachers to help each day until permanent aides could be hired.

So the children all checked the lists, often with help from older kids who could read better, and got into the right places either for staying or being taken home. Three parent couples were staying for the day, as well as Mr. Hutto, Miss Crane, Mrs. Donahue, and Mr. Sanders.

“Okay, everyone,” Christine said once the class was settled, seated on the floor, and most of the children had left, “welcome to sexual education.” Many of the forty children left gasped. The eight, nine, and ten-year-olds had never imagined receiving sex ed, and the older kids had come to expect sex ed much later in the year, as part of health class. And none of them had ever been in a sex ed class with boys and girls together.

“This class is based on an entirely new teaching system, “ Christine continued. “It's time kids really learned about sex and sexuality. It's time you not only heard it talked about, but saw it, explored it, and really got to know it. So today we are going to start with getting to know about bodies.”

All the children were interested now. Sex was something that most of them had at least thought about. Many of the children had seen their parents and other children naked, so they knew basics about the body. But they knew almost nothing about sex, even the teenagers. They were unsure what it Mrs. Anderson had meant about seeing and exploring sex meant, but they figured it would be interesting. But none of the children were prepared for what they were going to be taught, and how it would be taught.

“The first thing we are going to do is get comfortable with bodies, our own and other peoples',” Charles told the room. All the children's ears perked up, and they wondered what that meant. A few of the more perceptive kids were starting to worry. “So, we want everyone to start by taking their clothes off.”

As Charles was speaking, he began to unsnap the fly on his jeans, as his wife reached behind her back and unzipped the dress she was wearing. The four teachers in the room quickly did the same. Five of the parents were also quick to follow suit, Melissa Aldridge being the only one who suddenly felt very modest. As she saw her husband pull his shirt off and push his pants down, revealing his three inch flaccid penis, however, she was, with only a little reservation, able to overcome her modesty, and she began taking off her own clothes.

Nine of the children in the room, seeing that the adults were all stripping, also followed suit. They were quickly naked, but just as quickly embarrassed, naked in a room with many other children, and now full of twelve naked adults. Even nine-year-old Anna Palm, who had followed her parents' example, felt herself blushing.

All of the other children were completely shocked. Fourteen-year-old Gary Aldridge, and his twelve-year-old brother Alan, the only black students, were dumbfounded. Their parents had always been very open with them, but they could not remember ever seeing either of them completely naked. Alan was staring at his naked mother, her 32B breasts on full display, her trimmed pussy hair seeming to glare at him.

“Come on, kids,” Christine Anderson said from the front of the room. Her dark brown pubic hair fully covered her crotch, and her 34C tits, with small pink nipples erect in the cool air, were firm and perky. “Everyone has to get naked now. You have to get comfortable being naked around other people, and seeing other people naked. None of you have anything to be ashamed of, and everyone is going to see everyone else, so there's nothing to hide.”

Seeing that only two more children began undressing, and very slowly even then, Charles suggested that the adults help the ones who were reluctant. All the parents immediately went to their own children, while the teachers headed for whoever was closest to them. There was resistance and loud complaining everywhere. Ten-year-old Daniela Hernandez was actually screaming as her father, Julio, wrestled her to the ground and pulled her clothes off her. Her thirteen-year-old brother, Felipo, resisted less as his mother, Isabel, undressed him.

All around the room, children watched as the teachers forced other kids out of their clothes. Realizing that resistance would only make things worse, the kids not already being stripped by an adult began taking their own clothes off. Within five minutes, fifty-two people stood naked in the room. Most of the children were holding their hands in front of their crotches, and many of the girls crossed an arm over their chests to hide their developing breasts from view.

“Okay, boys and girls line up facing each other,” Christine instructed. Slowly the children moved into two lines, about four feet apart still covering their privates from onlookers. The parents, on impulse, all got into line, too, each parent facing their spouse. Christine hadn't even thought of that, but was glad it had happened.

Only in class five were the number of boys and girls not equal. There would be two boys with no girls to match them on Friday, but Christine would deal with that when it came. For now, there were two equal lines facing each other, but only the adults were looking across. While all of the children thought it would be fascinating to look at a member of the opposite sex naked, all of them were so embarrassed to be naked themselves, in a crowded room, that they were keeping their heads down and their eyes on the carpet.

Christine had expected a lot of embarrassment the first day. She had planned for it, in fact, and assumed that half of the four hour session would be spent getting the kids comfortable with their own nudity and the nudity all around them, and that she would then end early. She hoped that after a break of a week, all the work would not be undone before their second lesson, so she had a plan to help with that, she hoped. For the day, though, her task was to get all the children to uncover their genitals and breasts, and to look at each other.

“Okay, thank you for quickly getting into lines, kids,” she praised them. “But this isn't going to work at all if you all cover yourselves and look at the floor. So I want everyone to put their hands at their sides and look at the person across from them. The teachers will be happy to help anyone who takes their time.”

Hearing that threat, the children all slowly dropped their hands to their sides, all of them blushing as they did so, knowing they were now completely exposed to anyone's gaze. Christine, Charles, and the other adults all watched as the children lifted their heads to look at others. The children were mixed together without regard to age, so many of the younger children, still years away from puberty, were looking across at teenagers with pubic hair and breasts. In turn, teens were looking at small, hairless penises dangling in between boys legs, and bald slits.

As the children looked across the room, their shame eased somewhat, and their curiosity began to take over. They began looking up and down the rows. The girls noticed that there were many different sized penises on the boys, even if they were the same age or close. This became even more apparent as the boys, looking up and down the line of twenty completely naked girls, as well as three grown women, began to get erections.

The boys were all drinking in the sights. Most of them had never seen a girl naked at all, much less been able to stare at twenty of them all at once. They could all feel their little dicks getting hard despite their embarrassment. The girls' nipples were all hardening, as well, in the cool air of the room. This intrigued the boys even more, and increased their arousal. It was only a couple of minutes before there were twenty young boners, and five large adult ones, sticking out.

“Okay, I want you all to take good looks at everyone in the room,” Christine said. “I want you to see how different people can look. Look at this boy,” she said, standing behind a ten-year-old with a five inch, pencil-thin erection. “Look how long and thin his penis is, compared to, say, that one.” With that, she pointed to a thirteen-year-old two boys down, whose boner was only about four inches long.

As soon as the teacher had pointed out his boner, which Andrew knew from being in the locker room was a little small, he felt embarrassed. Christine was quick to address that. “Now there is nothing wrong with having a shorter penis, or a longer one. Just like there is nothing wrong with having smaller or larger breasts. You see that two of these women have much bigger breasts than I have, and two of them have smaller. But you don't see us being embarrassed about it.

“You can also see that I have inverted nipples, sort of like an inny belly button, while the other women have nipples that stick out. All of you teenage girls have nipples that stick out, too, I see. Some of your nipples are bigger, and some are smaller. Some will grow more, and some will grow less. It just shows that everyone is different.

“You can also see that there are kids in different stages of puberty. Some of you have more pubic hair already, and some of you don't have any. The same goes for the size and growth of breasts.”

Even though Mrs. Anderson was speaking very clinically, the children were all hanging on what she said. Besides the joy of looking at naked people, the children were actually finding Christine's explanations and descriptions interesting. They would not remember much of it by the end of the day, but that was okay since the information was going to be pounded into their heads every week for the rest of the semester, if not longer.

“We've all had a good look now, I hope,” Charles said. “Now let's introduce each other. Walk around the room and greet anyone you don't know. We'll all get to know each other pretty well in this class, so let's get started.”

Everyone began milling about, shaking hands and introducing themselves. As the kids moved around the room, they became less conscious of their own nudity. They took the opportunity to look each person with whom they shook hands up and down, taking in the views of penises, vulvas, breasts, pubic hair patterns. The adults looked each other and the children up and down, too, but they had all seen so many naked bodies in their lives that they were less curious and fascinated.

It took about an hour for everyone to make introductions. Christine and Charles both wished the class was still a little smaller, but there was no way it could be done and still have weekly classes. Still, the kids were making progress. None of them seemed put off by their own nudity anymore, and all seemed very curious about the other bodies in the room. That was good, since it would make the next week's class easier. Christine was hoping that all her classes went as well as this one was going.

“I'm very glad to see that everyone is getting more comfortable,” Christine said, and with that most of the children were suddenly very embarrassed again. “It's pretty easy to get comfortable when everyone is naked, though. So now we are going to take just a short walk outside.”

There were groans and protests throughout the room at this announcement. “Now, no use complaining, protesting, or yelling at us,” Charles said, his deep voice carrying over the noise being made the children. “Now line up at the door, and we will go outside, and we are going to walk around the school.”

With reluctance and trepidation, but knowing that they were going to be made to do it, the children headed for the door. The adults in the room felt some embarrassment as well, but showed it less. This gave at least their own children a little more confidence. So Charles and Christine led the way out of the classroom into the hall. It was a short walk to the door outside, where the children tried again to hesitate, but Mr. Hutto, who was accompanying them, pushed several kids forward, and the rest, seeing no way out, followed.

It felt incredibly strange to the children to be naked outdoors. It was a new experience for all of them, and so far none of them liked it. They had come out in front of the school, and there was a stream of traffic going by on the busy street they were now facing. Hands immediately went to cover genitals and breasts. The teachers let it slide, recognizing that this new experience was going to take getting used to. They led the way on a walk around the school, the children struggling to walk with their hands over their crotches, and still leaving their young butts on full display for anyone who was looking.

It took twenty minutes to walk a circle all the way around the elementary school. The adults all adjusted quickly and walked proudly nude the whole way, but none of the children moved their hands an inch. Their embarrassment was plain in their blushing faces and their attempts to hide as much of their young bodies as possible from view. At least it was not recess while they were walking, so that after they turned up the side of the school, away from the busy street, there were few people to see them. They all got back into the classroom gratefully.

The glee of being back inside was short-lived, however, as the children immediately noticed that their clothes, all of which had been left in piles where they had stripped, were gone. Each child's backpack was there, but no clothes, except for those of the adults, were left in the room. They soon found out the horrible reason why.

“Okay, we are going too let you out early today, and the bus is ready to take you all close too your homes,” Christine explained. “But, as you may have guessed, you are going home like this. You will all walk from the bus stops naked, so that you can get more comfortable with your bodies and with being naked. You will get your clothes back from your teachers tomorrow.

“For home work this week, yes this class is going to have homework every week, I want all of you to be naked whenever you are in your house. You will each get a note to your parents as you leave here, and you will bring them back signed next week. Have a good week, and we will see you next Tuesday.”

As the children filed miserably out of the classroom, each was given a note to take home. The notes explained to the parents that the children needed to become comfortable being nude, and for that reason they should be nude whenever they were indoors. And since the program was for all students between eight and fourteen, parents were encouraged to have their children naked with friends as well. The parents were to sign the forms affirming that their children had obeyed the rule to go naked as much as possible.

The adults all dressed as the children, still trying their nest to hide their bodies, walked to the bus waiting in front of the school. The bus driver had instructions to drop each child off one block from their home, so that they would have to walk the rest of the way. Only nine-year-old Anna Palm's parents were going to allow her to ride with them instead of taking the bus. But they were still going to have her walk the last block. And she would be leaving her backpack in the car, so that she would not even have that to cover herself with like the other kids.

After everyone had left, Christine and Charles sat down to talk about their first class. They both felt it had gone well, and that they were finally going to be able to help people the reason both of them had chosen their careers. Together they looked over the list of students, parent participants, and teacher helpers for the next day.

(The End)