Author: W Jason Scott 
Title: Philmore Academy Naked in School Program - Chapter 5 - Wednesday
Part: Chapter 5 of 11 
Summary: Natalie Scott is selected to participate in the Naked in School
program at her new school, Philmore Academy 
Keywords:  NIS, mf, mff, ff, Ff, exhib, forced, humil, oral, pett, spank, strip, teen, voy

This story is dedicated to Karen Wagner, who created this genre
and encouraged other authors to use her theme.

Wednesday

Natalie opens her eyes to the sound of music emanating from the
radio.  She looks at the clock, it reads six forty-five.  As she
lies in bed trying to wake herself up she replays the previous
evening with Katie in her head.  She stretches at the thought of
Katie's first orgasm and how intense it was.  She wonders if her
own orgasms looked nearly as enthralling.

******

Natalie finishes her shower and throws on a loose t-shirt and gym
shorts.  She passes on the bra and panties, knowing she won't be
wearing them for very long anyway.

She runs down the stairs as she hears her mother yell, "Natalie,
your ride is here.  Hurry up; you don't want to be late."  She
gives her mother a peck on the cheek as she is handed a small
bag.  "Just a little breakfast for you on the ride to school, you
need to eat.  And don't forget, be a role model today."

Natalie smiles as the words carries much more weight this morning
than it did previously.

Natalie gets to school and is standing outside the entrance.  She
chats with Brad and Damian, the senior and sophomore participants
as they wait for their program partners to arrive.  Phil arrives
a few minutes later.  Natalie smiles at him, the thought running
through the back of her mind of Katie's special surprise she has
for him today.

Natalie notices a vehicle pull up in the parking lot.  It's
Katie; her father drove her to school again.  She jumps out the
vehicle, skipping her way over to join the rest of the group.

"Well, someone is awful chipper this morning."  Natalie notes as
she gives Katie a hug.

"Natalie, if you don't mind, I'm going to go in with Phil this
morning."

"Sure Katie, why would I mind?  I wish Jack was here so I could
go in and watch you two.  The look on Phil's face is going to be
priceless."  Katie puts a finger on her lips, reminding her it
was a secret.

"What are you two talking about?"  Phil asks as he approaches the
two chatting teens.

"You'll see.  Are you ready to go inside?"  Katie grabs his arm
and pulls him towards the entrance.
Natalie turns back toward the parking lot wondering what is
taking Jack so long.  She notices Katie's father getting out of
his vehicle.  He is motioning for Natalie to come over to him. 
She's confused but jogs over to him.

Katie's dad has tears in his eyes as he reaches out and gives
Natalie a hug.  Natalie is still perplexed.

"I just wanted to thank you.  I don't know what happened
yesterday, but you somehow gave me my little girl back.  I
haven't seen her so happy since her mother died."

"Mr. Schrader, I'm sorry to hear about Katie's mom, I didn't
know.  She never mentioned her mother dying."

"Her mother died of cancer when she was just ten.  She has been
so angry for so many years, throwing temper tantrums all the
time.  Therapy just didn't help.  But last night when she got
home, she was her old self again.  We talked for the first time
about her mother's death; she never opened up to me before.  I
don't know what else to say but thank you."

"Mr. Schrader, you don't need to say anything more, I'm just glad
I could be a positive role model for Katie."

"I think you were more than that.  She wouldn't give me a lot of
details, but said you were the closest she's had to a
mother-figure in a long time.  She's just never been able to get
close her stepmother like she did with you last night."  He gives
Natalie another hug and heads back to his vehicle.  He drives off
while wiping tears from his eyes.

"Natalie, let's go, were going to be late."  Jack is holding the
door to the school, urging her to hurry up.

As Natalie approaches, Jack asks, "What was that all about?"

"I'll explain later, we need to get inside before Dean Larson
sends the nurse after us."  As they run inside and onto the stage
Dean Larson is waiting for them, looking at his watch.

"Your time starts now Miss Scott and Mr. Wilson.  You have five
minutes."

"I'm not going to need that much time Dean Larson."  She pulls
off her tee shirt and drops her shorts.  She hands them to Dean
Larson and looks back at a shocked Jack.  "Well, we're waiting. 
We don't have all day Mr. Wilson." Natalie chuckles.

Jack tries to remove his clothes as quickly as Natalie did, but
fumbles and falls on his ass as he tried to pull off his shorts
over his sandals.  They all laugh as he tosses his clothes in the
bin and jogs over to Natalie.

"You may not have notices, but I think you actual got a reaction
out of Dean Larson.  And when I say reaction, I mean reaction." 
Jack says as Natalie gasps.

"I have to stop at my locker and then off to English.  Will I see
you in Geometry?"

"You bet, good luck getting to class.  I'm going to take my time;
I didn't get a chance to relieve myself this morning.  Hopefully
some farmer girls will stop me."

"EW.  I'm still trying to get that image out of my head and
you're not helping."

Natalie gets to her locker without more than just a few stares as
she walks through the halls naked.  As she closes her locker door
she feels a presence behind her.

"Freeze!  Do not move, do not turn around.  Keep your eyes
forward."  Natalie recognizes the voice.  It was the same deep
muffled voice from yesterday.

"Oh god, not you again.  Matthew?"

The mysterious voice does not respond.  He grabs Natalie by the
wrist and places her hands flat against the locker doors.  "Do I
need to bother making my request?"

"Since you won't let me see your face, I want to hear your voice.
 Please make your reasonable request for my acceptance."

"Natalie may I frisk you so I can be sure you are not carrying
any contraband?"  Natalie still cannot be one hundred percent
sure it's Matthew behind her.  She thinks he must have something
in his mouth that is changing the tone of his voice.

"I really hope you're Matthew, but yes, since that is a
reasonable request, I am required to accept your request.  And
just like yesterday, there will be no cavity searches allowed."

The teen follows the same pattern as yesterday, first feeling up
her sides, and then working his hands over her firm breasts.  He
circles his hands over her breast a few times before sliding down
her body.  "So, you're hoping I'm Matthew do you, why is that?"

"He voluntarily stripped in class for me yesterday.  It was a
nice thing for him to do, especially since he didn't have to."

"Do you have feelings for this boy, Matthew?"  His hands continue
probing her body.  As he reached her smooth mound he lets out a
moan indicating his approval.  He works his hands around her
waist then onto her ass.  Natalie again starts to feel wetness
forming between her legs.

"My feelings are pretty jumbled this week.  I'm not sure how I
feel about you, er, I mean Matthew.  I'm having a hard time
concentrating this week, as you might imagine."

The teen moves his hands down one leg then back up, stopping only
when he makes contact with her moistening sex.  He pauses at her
pussy and gently rubs along her slit, trying to slip between the
well lubricated folds.  Natalie gasps in response to his touch. 
He pulls away and slides his hands back down the other leg,
softly caressing her thighs before moving back up to the smooth
folds between her legs.  He again rubs between the wet folds,
feeling the wetness transfer to his fingers.

"Be careful officer, you are entering private property."  Natalie
somehow comes up with a clever way to warn the mystery teen.  She
could barely get the words out, her shallow breathing barely
allowing air into her lungs.

"It appears you are contraband free again today Miss."  He pulls
his hands away from her sex.  He leans against Natalie, pushing
her chest against the cold locker door.  She can feel his
erection through his pants pressing against her ass.  "But, until
I am able to give you a thorough search, I'm not convinced you
are not concealing something.  Perhaps you will allow me that
cavity search next time?"

Natalie could do nothing but shakes her head no.  She closes her
eyes and lightly raps her head against her locker door, trying to
free her head from the cobwebs of sexual tension.

"Natalie would be so kind as to stay in that position and give me
a fifteen-count.  I should be out of site by then."  He gives her
a little nudge into the cold lockers and jogs off down the
hallway.

******

After she finishes counting, Natalie stumbles down the hall
towards English class still in a fog.  She lays down her towel
and sits down at her designated desk.

"Students, please take you seats, we have a lot to cover today. 
Natalie, can you please join me up at the front and assume the
position."

Mrs. Perry looked different today; her clothes were a bit more
revealing.  Natalie looked her over, her inner voice speaks up,
"If I didn't know any better, she's not wearing a bra today.

"Today's lesson is going to cover metaphors and similes.  As you
know a simile is just a type of metaphor.  Who can define for me
what a simile is?"

"It's a figure of speech that compares two things that are alike
in some way," a teen yells out.

"Correct.  Can you give me an example?"

"She is brave as a lion."

Mrs. Perry turns to Natalie standing naked with her hands behind
her head, legs spread and chest pressed forward.  "That is a good
one, don't you think Natalie?"  She nods, still bewildered as to
where this is heading.  "That also leads us to today's lesson. 
Today we will be using Natalie to make up metaphors and similes.
We'll all take turns describing Natalie or even a part of her
body," Mrs. Perry pauses and rubs her hand over Natalie's breast,
"and describing it using a metaphor or simile.  However she will
not be standing up here alone.  Do I have any volunteers that
would like to come join Natalie up at the front?"

"Naked or clothed?" Sarah asks.  Natalie rolls her eyes, just
realizing that she is in this class.

"Well, it would only seem fair if you were naked, don't you think
so Natalie?"  Natalie nods.  "How about it, any volunteers or do
I need to pick someone?"

Natalie looks to Mrs. Perry.  "I think everyone knows by now that
teachers can make students strip.  You only have control over
me."

"Now who let that little secret out of the bag?" Mrs. Perry
chuckles.  "So, if I am not going to get any volunteers, then
maybe I will join you."

"Naked?" Natalie asks.

"And why not?  After all, Dean Larson has 'encouraged' all
teachers to participate in the program.  Unfortunately, although
I have no issues with complete nudity, our rules limit our
participation to being topless only."  Mrs. Perry starts to
unbutton her blouse, cheers and cat calls ring out from the boys
in the class.  She removes her shirt in one quick tug of the
lapels, revealing two perfectly firm tits.  Natalie's assumption
was correct; she was not wearing a bra.  Most of the class claps
and cheers as Natalie also broke her required pose to applaud her
efforts.

"Mrs. Perry, are those real?" a student asks, garnering laughter
from the classroom.

"They're as real as ten grand can buy you.  I was blessed with a
loving husband that always wanted to have beautiful twin girls. 
Let me tell you, he wasn't talking about children."  Everyone
laughs out loud.

"Okay, let's get back to today's lesson.  Here is how this game
is going to be played.  Each student will take a turn describing
a scenario.  The description must have a metaphor or a simile in
it.  If the scenario can be acted out, then I will do my best,
within my limits to act it out on our little model here."  Mrs.
Perry once again brushes her hands across Natalie's breast,
causing her nipples to stand at attention.

"Who would like to go first?"  Several students raise their hand.
 Mrs. Perry points to one of the boys.

"Natalie's nipples are as red as a blossoming rose."

"That's a good start.  However, Natalie's nipples are clearly not
red.  I suppose you would like me to do something about that."

The blood drains from Natalie's face as tears start to form in
her eyes.  Mrs. Perry walks up behind her and pushes her huge
tits against Natalie's back.  Natalie could feel her nipples stab
her like the point of a steak knife.  Mrs. Perry whispers in her
ear so that only she could hear.  "Allow me some latitude, but if
it I go too far, just quietly say yellow.  If I am approaching
your limit say red and I will stop immediately.  Nod your head if
you understand."

Natalie nods.

Mrs. Perry reaches around and searches for Natalie's nipples. 
Upon contact she quickly pinches - hard - with her finger and
thumb.  Natalie gasps at the sudden spark of pain emanating from
her nipples.  Mrs. Perry starts to twist, first clockwise then
counter clockwise.  Natalie lets out a yelp and whispers `yellow'
as Mrs. Perry twists a third time.  Mrs. Perry let's go of
Natalie's nipples and steps around to the front to admire her
handy work.

"Now there, your simile is now correct, her nipples are as red as
a blossoming rose.  Who's next?  Yes you," as she points to
Sarah.

"Mrs. Perry's nipples are red as a blossoming rose."   The class
burst out laughing as Mrs. Perry gives a wave of her hand in a
mock `touché'.

"That was a good one, I see where you are going with this, but
for it to count you have to think of your own metaphor."  Sarah
thinks for a second and gives Mrs. Perry another metaphor about
her red nipples.

"Okay, I guess I have to give you that one.  Natalie would you
like to do the honors?"  Mrs. Perry steps in front of Natalie,
turns and faces the class.  She stands in the same pose Natalie
is in.  Natalie pauses for a minute, not quite sure how to
proceed.  Mrs. Perry looks back as Natalie cautiously wraps her
hands around her teaches chest.  Mrs. Perry grabs her hands and
directs Natalie to her nipples.  She puts her fingers on top of
Natalie's and pinches down with all her strength.  Mrs. Perry
gasps as she starts to rotate her fingers, directing Natalie to
twist her nipples the same way she did to her.  After nearly a
minute of repeated pinching and twists she pulls Natalie's hands
off her nipples.  She looks down at the newly painted color,
"There, now your metaphor is correct."

"Can we have another volunteer to give us a simile or metaphor?"

"Natalie's ass cheeks are red as the crimson waves."

Natalie screams out, "No!" as a big smile fills Mrs. Perry face.

"Natalie, I think it's only fair that if someone is going to give
a perfect example that we make sure that it is also accurate." 
Mrs. Perry walks over to her desk, Natalie's eyes follow her. 
She opens a drawer and pulls out a wooden ruler.

"Please no, Mrs. Perry, not that."  Natalie begs as a tear
escapes from the corner of her eye.  Mrs. Perry approaches
Natalie with a look of calm; she puts her lips next to Natalie's
ear.

"Remember, give me some latitude, but know that you are in
control.  Use your safe words as you need to and know that I will
follow whatever command you give me.  Nod if you are you okay to
proceed."  Mrs. Perry wipes the tears off Natalie's face as she
hesitantly nods.
"Natalie, please turn around and face the chalkboard."  Natalie
reluctantly turns, keeping her pose as best she could.  "Natalie,
drop your hands from the back of your head, reach down and grab
your ankles.  Keep your knees straight."  Natalie does not move;
Mrs. Perry sees Natalie's entire body start to shake.  As she
approaches, she hears Natalie whisper, "Red".

"But I haven't done anything to you yet."

"Mrs. Perry, if you have to spank me, can you just do it with me
standing up?"  Natalie requests, loud enough for most of the
class to hear.

"But the affects of the ruler is so much better when you are bent
over."

"Red, Mrs. Perry."

"You don't even know how the ruler is going to feel.  I might not
do anymore than tap you," Mrs. Perry approaches Natalie as the
tears start to flow again.

"It not the ruler Mrs. Perry, I don't want to be exposed like
that.  If I bend over, everyone in the class will be able to see
Amuch more than they already have.  Please just spank me standing
up."

"Mrs. Perry?" a voice from the back of the class rings out.

"Yes, Matthew what is it?"

"Matthew?" Natalie's inner voice utters.  "Damn it, how did I
forget that Matthew is also in this class.  He's seeing all of
this."

"Mrs. Perry, I would rather see Natalie's facial expressions when
you spank her."  Matthew explains.

"Very well.  Natalie, turn back around and face the class again.
Reach down and grab your ankles.  Keep your head up and look at
your classmates."

"Yes Mistress.  I..I mean Mrs. Perry."  Natalie's inner voice
rises again, "Where the hell did that come from?"

"Mistress huh?  That has a nice ring to it.  You should call me
Mistress for the rest of the class.  In fact, I like it so much
you may call me that for the rest of the week.  I'd have you call
me Mistress for the rest of the year if I could."

Natalie doesn't respond, she just bends over and wraps her hands
around her ankles.  She looks up at the class, everyone looking
on in anticipation.

Mrs. Perry sets up to Natalie's side.  She looks down between
Natalie's legs, admiring the view.  "I'm not sure why you don't
want to show everyone this nice backside of yours, it is
fantastic.  Class, if you could only see what I see."  Mrs. Perry
places the ruler across Natalie's ass.  She gives her ass a few
light taps with the ruler, a warning of what's to come.  She
pulls the ruler back and with a whooshing sound the ruler is
brought down across Natalie's ass.

WHACK!

Natalie screams, she jumps up and puts her hands on her ass as
she taps her toes on the floor.

"Natalie, did I give you permission to stand up?"

"Noooo."  Natalie rubs her ass trying to rub out the burning
sensation.

"No what?"

"No Mistress."  Natalie slowly gets back into position.

WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!

Mrs. Perry gives Natalie three quick spankings with the ruler. 
All three making contact before Natalie could react.  Natalie
doesn't stand but is barely able to keep her hands on her ankles.
 She blends her knees and winces before slowly returning to the
designated position.

"Didn't I tell you to keep your knees straight Natalie?"

"Yes Mistress."

Mrs. Perry gives a few more light taps with the ruler.  Natalie
stays in position anticipating the pain that will follow.  She
can also feel a dampness develop between her legs.

WHACK!  WHACK!

Natalie grits her teeth, determined to stay in place.  The pain
shoots through her entire body.  Her nipples stiffen as she
expects more pain to follow.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"Are you keeping your head up so the entire class can see how you
are responding?"

"Yes Mistress.  Yellow, Mistress."  The dampness grows to wetness
between her legs, any more and she will leak onto the floor.

WHACK! WHACK!

She grits her teeth again.  A growl escapes through her lips as
every muscle in her face strains.

"Much better."  Mrs. Perry acknowledges.  "Let's see how you
handle this."

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"RED.  RED.  RED."  Natalie jumps up, covering her ass with her
hands, hoping to block any additional strikes.  Her feet again
doing a tap dance trying to shake the sting out of her cheeks.

"Natalie, please stand back over here and assume the position." 
Natalie continues to rub her ass, unable to remove the stinging.
"I'd like to continue with today's lesson, but if you've had
enough please let me know."

 "I'm okay Mistress, as long as you put that ruler away.  Please
continue."

"Okay, we are running out of time.  Does anyone have any other
metaphors to try?"  Mrs. Perry points to another teen.

"Natalie's pussy is as wet as a flooded river."

"Oh God."  Natalie reacts to the teen's metaphor.

"Yes, I think that is another excellent metaphor."   Mrs. Perry
steps to Natalie's side.  "However, I am not at liberty to touch
you there to see if the metaphor is accurate."

Natalie turns her head as Mrs. Perry approaches.  "Natalie, could
you please do me the honor and let me know if this metaphor is
true."

"Mrs., I mean Mistress Perry, the metaphor is true."

"But you haven't even touched yourself."

"Trust me mistress, I know the metaphor is true."

"I'd love to trust you Natalie, and I do.  However, I still would
prefer physical proof.  Could you please provide me with physical
proof Natalie?"

Natalie drops one of her hands from behind her head and reached
between her legs.  She rubs between her labia, slowly allowing
her fingertip to disappear between the folds.  She pulls her
fingers from her sex and lifts her hands to Mrs. Perry's waiting
eyes.  Mrs. Perry grabs Natalie's hand and pulls the fingers
close to her eyes, seeing the glistening coming off her
fingertips.   Her juices filling the void between her slightly
spread fingers.

The class reacts as Mrs. Perry pulls the fingers towards her
lips, coaxing them into her mouth.  Natalie feels Mrs. Perry's
tongue as she lick the juices from her fingers.

"Yes, I think that would confirm that that metaphor is true." 
Mrs. Perry directs Natalie's hand back behind her head and turns
to the class.  "We have time for one more simile.  Anyone?  Yes,
go ahead."

"Natalie's orgasm ripped through her body like a tornado through
a trailer park."

Natalie shakes her head, violently.  She begs Mrs. Perry with her
eyes to stop the lesson.

"Now wouldn't that be a great way to end today's class."  Mrs.
Perry ignores Natalie's plea.  "The only question is if she makes
the simile true on her own, or with some help."

"RED, Mistress, RED."

Mrs. Perry walks behind Natalie.  She wraps her arms around
Natalie's belly, pulling her back against her own tits.  Natalie
could feel the heat of Mrs. Perry's nipples, undoubtedly from the
abuse she put on them earlier.  She whispers in Natalie's ear,
"You're still holding back.  Any other girl in this class would
have had two or three orgasms by now.  In fact I think most of
them sitting at their desks have had at least one.  Why are you
holding back?"

"I'm not ready yet," she whispers back.

"Not ready?  You are so wet that I bet a couple strokes on your
clit will push you over the edge."

"That's not what I mean.  I'm not ready to share something so
personal with the class.  It's all I have left that I can still
call my own.  Everything else has been shared; everything else
has been put out on display for everyone to enjoy.  My orgasms
are still my own and I want to keep it that way for awhile
longer."

"I understand.  I will end today's lesson if you promise me one
thing."

"What's that Mistress?"

"You come to class on Friday, ready to share.  I will be
surprised if you can last that long, but if by some miracle you
do, I want you to share this special moment with me, with the
class.  Can you do that?"

"I don't know if I can make that promise.  All I can tell you is
that I will try to be ready by Friday.  Is that enough?"

Mrs. Perry releases Natalie and steps around her.  She yells out
to the classroom, "This will conclude our lesson for today. 
There is just a few minutes left in the class, keep it down to a
dull roar please.  Natalie, you can have a seat."

"Thanks Mistress, but I think I will stand."  Natalie reaches
down and rubs her ass, heat still emanating from the horizontal
red welts.

"Would you like to go see the nurse?"

"No, I'll be fine.  I really don't want to have to explain to her
how this happened."  Natalie looks at Mrs. Perry as she walks
around the front of the classroom still topless, her nipples
still sporting a deep shade of red.  "Mrs. Perry, uh Mistress
Perry, I get the feeling you have done this before?"

"Sure I have," Mrs. Perry says with a grin.  "I use metaphors all
the time in my writing.  Metaphors are a very powerful tool when
they are used properly."

The bell rings ending class.

******

Natalie steps into Geometry class, Jack is sitting in his
designated seat.  Natalie plops down into her seat

"There you are.  Oh my god what happened to your nipples?"

"It's a long story."   "Did you get stopped in the hall for a
reasonable request?" Jack asks.

"Yes, but all I would let them do is look, no touching allowed
right now.  Freshman..."  Natalie turns slightly showing Jack her
red and purple marks on her ass.

"Your ass is red too.  What the hell happened?"

"I ran into a dominatrix in English class."

"Wow, I didn't know you were into the whole BDSM scene."

"I didn't either, but I think I would rather be giving the
spanking that receiving them."

"Well, I might just take you up on that.  You can spank me
anytime."  Jack says with a chuckle.

"Ew."

"Everyone please take your seats."  Mr. Thomas instructs the
teens as he walks into the classroom.  "Whoa, Natalie, are you
okay?  Do you need to see the nurse?"

"I'm okay Mr. Thomas, thank you for asking.  It finally stopped
burning and now it's just a light sting.  If it's okay with you,
I would prefer to stand."

"Well that is fine, because I plan on using you and Jack in class
today anyway.  We have a lot more work to do with triangles. 
Would you two come to the front and assume the position please."

Natalie and Jack walk to the front of the room and turn to face
the class.  They put their hands behind their heads.  Natalie
looks down and sees Jack's cock standing straight out.

"What's up with that?"  Natalie chuckles.

"It's the thought of you being spanked by Mrs. Perry.  I wish I
was there to see it."

"I thought you weren't into girls."

"Well, if there is anything that could bring me back to the dark
side, it would be you Natalie.  The confidence that you have
shown the past couple days is very attractive.  Don't stop."

"Thank you Jack, that was very nice of you to say.  You have
handled this week pretty well yourself."

Natalie hears a noise coming from the speaker in the ceiling,
then a woman's voice rings out, "Natalie Scott, please report to
Dean Larson's office; Natalie Scott report to Dean Larson's
office."

Natalie looks at Mr. Thomas, she shrugs her shoulders.  "Sorry,
looks like Jack will have to be your triangle today.  I'll be
back as soon as I can."  Mr. Thomas sighed; his lesson for the
day would need to be quickly redesigned.  Natalie turns to Jack,
"Sorry partner, looks like you are on your own.  Good Luck."

Natalie bound out of the room, skipping down the hall to Dean
Larson's office.  Though she couldn't imagine what Dean Larson
wanted with her, she was relieved that she got out of another
embarrassing class, especially after what she went through in
Mrs. Perry's class.

"Go ahead in, he's waiting for you," Dean Larson's secretary
points to the door.

Natalie opens the door; Dean Larson was busy filing away some
paperwork in a drawer.  "You wanted to see me Dean Larson?"

"Yes Miss Scott, come in, please take a seat."

"Umm."  Natalie pauses, standing with her hands clasped in front
of her mound.  She's staring at the floor.

Dean Larson looks up at Natalie.  He points to the large, soft
leather chair.  "Please Miss Scott.  And Miss Scott, your hands
are covering yourself."

Natalie eases her way over to the chair.  She slowly starts to
sit, not knowing if the cool leather was going to ease the
stinging in her ass or aggravate it further.

"Miss Scott, stand up please."  Natalie looks up at Dean Larson,
and stands back up.  "Turn around for me please."

"Turn around, sir?"

"Yes, Miss Scott, turn around.  What are you hiding?"

 Natalie takes a deep breath and turns.  Her ass was still a
bright shade of red with purple lines where the edge of the ruler
left its mark.

"Holy...Who did that to you Miss Scott?"

"Mistress...er...Mrs. Perry, sir."

A small smile rises from Dean Larson's face to Natalie's
response.  "Mistress, huh; for some reason that really doesn't
surprise me. Did Mistress Perry go too far?  Did she hurt you?"

"No sir.  It does hurt, but she only went as far as I let her.  I
just couldn't get the safe word out fast enough when she really
put it to me."

"Safe word?  That must have been quite an educational English
class.  Can I assume those are the work of Mistress Perry as
well?"  Dean Larson points to Natalie's red nipples.

"Yes, sir."  Natalie eases down into the chair.  She was relieved
as the cool leather soothes her burning ass cheeks; the soft
cushions providing further relief.  "I am sure my red ass is not
why you called me here Dean Larson."

"You're right Miss Scott.  He taps on his keyboard, bringing
something up on his screen.  Natalie could not see what it was,
but suddenly became nervous.  "Miss Scott, I received an e-mail
from Mr. Schrader this morning."

"Katie's father?" she takes a deep breath.

"Correct.  He told me about last night and how Miss Schrader
returned to her old self after coming home from your house.  He
didn't know exactly what happened there, but he was pretty
confident that you were responsible for the dramatic change.  I
just wanted to bring you in and thank you for all you have done
for Miss Schrader and to let you know how impressed I am of your
own transformation this week.  You're a perfect example of how
this program can make a positive impact on the other students."

"Thank you Dean Larson, I appreciate it.  I am not sure what I
did, other than just be nice to her; just being a friend."

"Perhaps to her you were being more of a mother-figure than just
a friend?"

"I'm not sure what I did last night would be considered a
motherly act," Natalie smiles as she briefly replays the
evening's activities in her mind.  "But it might be more motherly
than what she's getting at home.  I get the impression she
doesn't get along with her stepmother."

"Yes, Mr. Schrader mentioned that she and his new wife don't
share a lot of interests.  He said they would sit as a family and
try to work it out, now that Miss Schrader appears to be more
open to making it work."

"That's great to hear, I will certainly encourage her to make an
effort.  Hopefully she meets them halfway."

"I have to say again Natalie, you have really impressed me. 
Maybe this is the person you have always been and we're just now
learning who the real Natalie really is."

"Dean Larson, you just called me Natalie.  I don't think you ever
called me by my first name before."

"That's because my feelings are coming from my heart.  It's
coming from Skip Larson, not the Dean of Philmore Academy.  That
came from every adult that would be proud to call you their
daughter."

Natalie face turns several shades of red, matching her nipples
and ass.  She smiles at him, "Your real name is Skip?"  She
giggles.

"My given name is Richard, but outside of this building, I go by
Skip.  Not many students know that, and I hope to keep it that
way."  He gives her the evil eye to strengthen his point.

Natalie's smile turns to a frown as she realizes she has a juicy
secret that she wouldn't dare share with even her closest
friends.  She instinctively starts to cross her legs and then she
covers her chest with her arms.
"Miss Scott, you're doing it again," pointing to her crossed
legs.  "Does it really bother you that you're sitting here in
front of me naked?  I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable, I'm
trying my best not to."

Natalie uncrosses her legs and slides her hands under her butt to
force herself from covering her body.  "No, Dean Larson you don't
make me uncomfortable.  Truthfully, being naked in front of you,
and the teachers, is different than being naked in front of the
students."  She pauses for a moment and then continues, "When you
talk to me, you look me straight in the eyes.  You show me and
all the program participants a lot of respect.  The students on
the other hand, they are always talking to my boobs...or other
places.  I really hate those stupid freshmen!"

"Yes, freshmen, wish I had an answer for that.  They're just a
bunch of inexperienced boys with raging hormones.  The
upperclassmen are only slightly better because most of them have
been in some form of a romantic relationship.  They're not trying
to get a cheap thrill all the time."

"I think you're right."  Natalie starts to think, "Dean Larson,
while I'm here could I make a suggestion on improving the
program."

"I'm listening."

"It's actually something Katie said to me last night, about
feeling safe when she's out in the halls.  I don't think any of
the program participants feel safe when they are out in the
halls.  I even find myself tryingto run and hide from the
students.  I've spent less time with the few friends I've made
this year because they are not in the program.  I know I'm
supposed to make myself available but it's difficult to allow
someone to grope me when I don't have a connection with them."

"What do you mean by 'a connection' Miss Scott?"

"You know... a connection...chemistry.  After all, isn't that
what sexuality is all about, making a personal connection with
another individual, building chemistry."

"I suppose you are right.  So how can we fix that?"

"My suggestion is that a student must make a connection before
they can make a reasonable request.  If they want to stare at me,
then let them stare.  But if they want to touch me, then they
have to know me, know something, anything, about me.  It's not
that hard, they can look me up on the Academy's website or any of
my profiles on social media.  If they go that extra step, then
that tells me they are interested in ME, and not just my naked
body."

"That's very insightful Miss Scott.  You've made a very
compelling proposal."  Dean Larson stares are the ceiling in deep
thought, "I can't make any promises but the Program Committee is
meeting tonight, to finalize next week's participants.  I will
put it on the agenda and ask the committee to discuss your
proposed rule change."

"Thank you Dean Larson, and could you do me one more favor; could
you tell the committee that this came from Katie and not me.  It
truly was her idea; I merely had the opportunity to present it to
you."

"How about I give you both credit for the idea."

"Sure, as long as you give Katie most of the credit."

"I think I can do that."

Dean Larson looks at his watch.  "We'll you've did a good job of
chewing up my time and most of the period.  There is no sense in
going back to class, here is a hall pass.  You can take your time
getting to your next class while the hallways are empty. 
Hopefully you can get to class before those salivating little
freshmen start chasing you down the hall."

"Thank you Dean Larson.  And thank you, Skip, for all the nice
things you said about me, I appreciate it."  Natalie chuckles.

Dean Larson gives Natalie a little scowl, "You're welcome, but
that little bit of information is not to leave this office.  Do
you understand Miss Scott?"

Natalie giggles as she turns towards the exit, "Sure Richard, my
lips are sealed."  Natalie bounds toward the door, her feet
barely touching the ground.

******

Natalie stands in the library as the class bell rings.  She makes
her way to the comfortable chairs hidden away in the back corner.
 She puts her towel down and gingerly sits down, the stinging now
reduced to a dull ache.  She sits in the chair with her back to
the rest of the room.  Her inner voice raises her hand in
victory, "I'm not hiding my body, but no one can see me either. 
Maybe I'll get a break for an hour."

Natalie takes out her books and a laptop.  She works on various
assignments for half the class.  Suddenly, her world goes black
as someone approached from behind and covers her eyes.

"Guess who?" a girl whispers in Natalie's ear.

"Hi Sarah.  What do you want, I'm trying to study."

"It's time to redeem one of my requests."

"One, we are in the library; and two, you are not supposed to
interfere with my education."

"One, there is no one in the library but us; and two, it looks
like you could use a break.  You've been studying hard for the
past half hour."

"Have you been watching me for the past half hour?"

"Yes."

"That's a little creepy.  Where is the librarian?"

"She said something about going to make some copies and getting a
cup of coffee.  I don't expect her back anytime soon."

"This is neither the time nor the place Sarah."

"But you don't even know what my request is.  You could get off
real easy by letting me suck on your nipples again."

"So, is that your request?"

"No."

"Than what is it?"

"I'm not telling you unless you agree to do it."

Natalie turns and scans the library.  She confirms no one else is
in the library and doesn't expect anyone to come in this late in
the period.  "Fine Sarah, what is your request?"

"Okay Natalie, I request that you let me taste you again.  I
haven't been able to stop thinking about how delicious you taste
since our little encounter yesterday."

Natalie sighs in disbelief.  "God Sarah, you just don't let up. 
But I'm not even wet."

"That can be remedied.  Very quickly I might add.  Let me suck on
your nipples why you work the lower nub."

"My nipples are off limits right now, thanks to Mrs. Perry."

"I'm really starting to like English class.  I want to be like
Mrs. Perry someday."  Natalie looks at Sarah knowing she is
alluding to the spanking Mrs. Perry gave her.  "Is it safe to
assume the other nub is still in operation?"

"Yes, the other nub is still in operation.  God, I can't believe
you are making me do this."  Natalie starts to feel dampness form
from within, even before she touches herself.  She reaches under
the book in her lap and works her finger between the folds.

"Remember our agreement Natalie.  I can't force you to do
anything; this has to be of your own free will."  Sarah grabs
Natalie's book and slides it away from her pussy, just enough to
see what Natalia is doing.

"Whatever you say Sarah, you just remember to leave Katie alone.
I wouldn't be touching myself out in the open in the library if I
didn't need to protect her from you."  Natalie continues to
stroke her pussy, her body jolting each time she makes contact
with her clit.  Her breathing becomes labored as wetness starts
to leak from her cave.  She reaches into the entrance of her
vagina spreading the juices for additional lubrication.

Sarah smiles as she licks her lips in anticipation.  "If I didn't
know any better it looks like you're about to cum."

"I'm not going to orgasm for you; that wasn't part of the
request.  I think I am thoroughly wet enough if you are ready to
taste me."  Natalie's inner voice appears, "Oh god, I don't
believe I just said that."

Sarah reaches down and grabs Natalie's wrist.  She pushes down on
Natalie's hand, encouraging her to slide her fingers deep into
her vagina one more time.  Sarah see her cup her fingers,
reaching deep into her sex.  She pulls Natalie's fingers from
between her legs and up to her mouth.  As the glistening fingers
reach her mouth, Sarah's tongue greedily intercepts them that at
her lips.  Sarah sucks the fingers into her mouth and licks every
square inch.  She continues until the taste of Natalie's clean
fresh juices are transferred to every taste bud on her tongue. 
Sarah's eyes are closed as she starts to purr.

Natalie pulls her fingers out of Sarah's mouth.  "Okay, times up
or you will make me orgasm."

"Just as I remembered it, maybe even better than yesterday,"
Sarah says as Natalie starts to blush.

"So are we good?" Natalie asks.

"For now, but that is just one request, I still have another one
coming to me."

"Don't remind me."

"Hey, it's almost lunch time, why don't I escort you through the
halls and to the cafeteria.  I'll make sure no one else bothers
you."

"Why's that, so you can have me all to yourself?"

"If that's how you want it."  Sarah giggles.

"Let's just go get some lunch; I'm starving."

"I didn't hear a 'no'."

"You didn't hear 'yes' either."

******

Natalie is sitting in the cafeteria.  She arrived before anyone
else, so she picks a table and sits down with her lunch tray and
starts nibbling at her food.  Brad and Jamie join her at the
table, followed shortly after by Katie and Phil.  Katie gives
Natalie a big hug as Natalie looks over to Phil.  He has a smile
that stretches from ear to ear.

"I take it from your smile you approve of Katie's new look?" 
Phil just smiles as he tries to cover his erection.  "Uh, uh, no
covering yourself, you know the rules."  Natalie chides.  "Have
you been taking good care of Katie today?"

"Oh yes he has," Katie interrupts "at least twice.  He's getting
really good with his tongue.  After we get a bite to eat I've
going to give him a chance to practice some more."

"Katie Schrader," Natalie says in a mock schoolmarm voice and a
look of surprise. "Well I never..."

"Oh, I bet you have... and if you haven't you should give it a
try."  Katie replies; Phil's face turning a crimson red.  Natalie
beams with pride at Katie's dramatic change.

"Do you mind if I sit with you today?"  Natalie looks up and sees
Matthew standing there holding his lunch tray. "I just want to
have lunch with you, nothing more.  I'll understand if you would
rather be left alone."

Natalie looks at the others at the table; she doesn't get any
dissenting looks.  "Sure Matthew, you are more than welcome to
join us."

"Thank you, I appreciate it.  And just Matt is fine.  Matthew is
so formal."

Natalie scoots over, giving him room to sit next to her.  Natalie
tells the table about Matt voluntarily stripping with her in
Spanish class yesterday.  As she recaps the story, she starts to
giggle like a little schoolgirl.  The further she gets into the
story, the more she snuggles up to him.  He doesn't discourage
the closeness.  As she finishes the story she wraps her arms
around his, pulling his hand into her lap.  Matt places his hand
between her legs but rests it on her thigh, almost on her knee. 
Natalie puts her hand on top of his and squeezes.  "Matt was such
a good sport and I appreciate him doing that for me."  She feels
wetness build up again between her legs.

After Natalie finishes her story, Jamie tells them about one of
her recent encounters in the hallway.  She said she let a
freshman boy finger her.  She chuckles as she threatened him that
if he didn't put his finger in his mouth and taste her she would
see to it that he would never touch any other program participant
again.  The entire table started laughing when she said the boy
nearly pissed his pants.  "He thought that was so gross; the look
on his face when he tasted me was priceless." Jamie laughed.

"Well, let me tell you about my cop friend here who likes to
shake me down every morning."  Natalie interjects.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa; what are you talking about?  You have no proof
that's me."  Matt stammers.

"So, you're telling me that wasn't you frisking me the past two
days."

"All I am saying, I know who's doing it."

"So who is it then?"

"I can't tell you that; I've been sworn to secrecy."

"NATALIE!" Sarah's voice freezes the table, interrupting their
conversation.

"Sheeee's baaaack" Katie chuckles.

"Hi Sarah.  Man it has been such a long time since I've last seen
you," Natalie says sarcastically.

"I know; I've missed you too."  Sarah smiles at Matt as she
notices Natalie practically sitting in his lap.  "I didn't
realize you let clothed students sit with you.  I would have
joined you days ago."

"Would you like to join us Sarah?" Brad asks.

"Sorry, no time; I just came to grab Natalie.  We have some
business to take care of."

"Business?  What business?"  Katie asks.

"I'll explain it to you later, but right now I have to go with
her for a request." Natalie answers.

Matt interrupts, "But you're not supposed to disturb them during
lunch, program rules."

"It's okay Matt; I want to get this over with."  Natalie replies.
 "Thank you for sitting with us."

"It was my pleasure.  Hey Natalie, if you don't have any plans
would you care to grab an ice cream or something after school?" 
All the teens at the table start oohing and aahing.

"I'd love to.  You'll know where to find me at the end of the
day.  Alright Sarah, let's go."

Sarah grabs Natalie by the arm and starts to walk towards the
exit.  She pauses as she taps her chin in deep thought.  "Hey
Matthew, would you like to join us?"

Natalie quickly responds, "Sarah, NO."

"I didn't ask you Natalie, I asked Matthew.  What do you say; it
could be worth your time."

"I want to say yes, but I think Natalie would rather I not. 
Natalie, your decision; either way I will still see you after
school for that ice cream."

Natalie's inner voice appears, "Remember the program; explore
your sexuality.  Stop holding back.  What's the worst that could
happen, he sees you naked?".  Natalie reaches out her hand to
Matt, giving him a `let's go' look.  The teens at the table give
more oohs and aahs.

Sarah leads Natalie and Matt to the boy's bathroom.  As she
barges through the door she sees a boy at the sink washing his
hands.  "GET OUT NOW!"  The boy shuts off the water and bolts for
the door, not bothering to grab a paper towel to dry his hands. 
Sarah closes the door behind the boy and grabs the door stop. 
She wedges it under the door preventing it from being opened.

Natalie and Matt stand in the back of the bathroom, waiting for
further instructions.  Matt looks nervous, Natalie looks like she
is about to pass out.  Sarah turns around and starts taking off
her blouse.  She looks at Matt, "Well, what are you waiting for?
Get undressed.  From what I've heard, that won't be a problem for
you."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Matt turns to Natalie.  "I'll
leave right now if you say so."

"I...I'm sure, I think."  Natalie reaches over and starts to pull
his shirt off.  Matt pulls the shirt over his head as Natalie
reaches for the button on his shorts.  Within seconds they are
all standing in the bathroom naked.  Matt is already sporting a
large, stiff erection.

"Okay Sarah, make your discretionary request.  Don't forget, you
know my limits."

"Natalie, the taste I got of you earlier was just an appetizer; I
need the main course now.  I request that you let me give your
little bud down there a tongue lashing while you do the same to
your LARGE boy-toy over there," pointing to his cock.

"Sarah, I don't know if I can do that.  I've never done that
before, to a guy.  I've given a handjob or two, but never oral."

"Then agree to a handjob but don't rule out the oral.  Let's see
where this takes us.  Matt, you okay with this?"

"Only if she is," Matt points to Natalie.  "Natalie, I will still
leave if you want me to."

Natalie takes a deep breath, "Sarah, I accept your discretionary
request.  But remember, no penetration...from either of you."

Sarah grabs Natalie by the hips and helps her up onto on the
bathroom counter then pushes down on her shoulders indicating for
her to lie down.  Natalie's head hangs over the edge of the
counter while Sarah scoots Natalie's butt toward the front edge
of the counter.  Natalie looks nervous as she covers her pussy
with her hand, temporarily blocking Sarah from going down on her.


Sarah looks into Natalie's eyes as she grabs her hand and slowly
directs it towards Matt's stiff cock.  She guides Natalie's
fingers as it wrap around his throbbing erection.  As Natalie's
focus shifts to Matt, Sarah spreads Natalie's legs, looking down
at the feast that awaits her.  She drops to her knees and reaches
for her labia, spreading her folds, revealing the ultimate
target.

Natalie slowly starts to stroke Matt's cock, but is more focused
on what Sarah is doing between her legs.  Sarah's first contact
is with her tongue directly on her sensitive clit.  Natalie's
entire body starts to shake as Sarah licks up her slit to the
cleft.  She sticks her tongue at the entrance of the cave,
licking the juices as they flow out of her pussy.  Sarah spreads
the juices all through her sex, occasionally returning for long
soft stokes to her clit; each stroke bringing Natalie deeper and
deeper into a sexual daze.

Natalie's pace on Matt's cock increases.  Matt can feel Natalie
pulling him, pulling his cock closer to her head.

"Do you want me to get a condom," Matt whispers softly.  The
noise out of Natalie's mouth was unrecognizable, but the slight
shaking of her head gave him the answer he was hoping for. 
Natalie then turns her head and pulls his cock into her mouth.

Sarah glances up to see what Natalie was doing to Matt. 
"Natalie, whatever I do to you with my tongue, I want you to do
the same to Matt's cock."  Natalie could only respond with a
moan.  Matt braces himself by putting his hands on the wall, his
knees buckling.

Sarah puts an onslaught on Natalie's clit; flicking it, lapping
it, sucking it.  Based on the noise coming from both Natalie and
Matt, Sarah could tell she was trying to match the motions as
best she could.

"Natalie, I'm getting real close.  Do you want me to pull out?" 
Again, no recognizable words come from Natalie, only by her
tighter grip and being pulled deeper into her mouth does he get
his answer.

A few more strokes with her hand on Matt's cock combined with the
tongue treatment inside her mouth and Matt's heavy breathing
increases to panting.  Sarah puts a full assault on Natalie's
clit, removing her tongue and rubbing the stiff nub with her
fingers.

"Natalie, I'm cumming."  Natalie feels the first spurt hit her
tongue.  This sends her over the edge as her own orgasm rips
through her body.  She screams but it's muffled as Matt's cock
continues to unload in her mouth.  Sarah continues to stroke
Natalie's clit as jolt after jolt racks Natalie's body.

Natalie finally reached down and pushes Sarah away from her
pussy.  She pushes Matt out of the way as she leans over the sink
to spit out his jizz.  Natalie collapses on the counter
completely spent from her first program orgasm.  Natalie starts
to weep.  Matt steps over and lies on top of her.  He wraps his
arms around her as best he could; trying to protect her from the
emotional aftermath that comes with such an incredible explosion.
 Sarah puts a hand on each of Natalie's cheeks and gives her a
kiss.  Natalie returns the kiss with tears running down her face.

"You taste like semen."  Sarah says to her softly, causing
Natalie to laugh uncontrollably.  Matt laughs as well, "Yeah,
sorry about that, but I warned her."

Natalie jumps into a bathroom stall why the other two get dressed
and clean up the mess they caused.

Natalie hears the bell, lunchtime is over.

******

Natalie walks into Biology class, Jack is already standing at the
front of the class in the standard program pose.  Natalie is
still a little flush and in a daze from the preceding events.

"Whoa sister, what happened to you?  It looks like you just got
hit by a bus."

"Two actually, one is named Sarah and the other one is named
Matt."

"You didn't!  Give me a high-five girl." Jack puts his hand in
the air.  Natalie musters enough energy to slap his hand.

Mr. Jacobs looks up from his desk as he hears the loud slap. 
"Natalie, I'm sure you can guess, but I expect you to take your
position next to Jack."

"Yes Mr. Jacobs."  Natalie stands next to Jack, faces the class
and puts her hands behind her head.  She spreads her legs just
slightly, concerned of possible leakage from her still wet pussy.

Mr. Jacobs settles the class and stands next to the two program
participants.  "On Monday we talked about the various biological
systems.  Today, we will focus on just one system.  Does any want
to venture a guess at what system we will talk about today?"  A
couple teens raised their hands.  "How about you Natalie, any
guess what system we will learn today?"

"Oh god, something tells me it's going to be the reproductive
system."

"You are not only beautiful, but smart as well Miss Scott."  Mr.
Jacobs pulls out his special wet erase markers.  "We will need to
highlight certain areas, but since I am not allowed to touch the
area of what we will be discussing today, I will need a couple
volunteers to help me with illustrations.  Who would like to help
with Jack over here?"  Several girls raise their hands as well as
a couple boys.  "Let's go with Jenny.  Jenny what is your
preferred color?"

Mr. Jacobs hands her the orange marker.  Natalie's inner voice
sighs, "Thank god, I did not want my crotch colored orange
again."

"Now, who would like to help Natalie here with the
illustrations?"  Nearly all the boys raised their hand; Natalie
was surprised to see a couple girls also with their hands raised.
 "Okay, David, why don't you come up and help me.  What is your
favorite color?"  He holds up the remaining markers.  "Green it
is."

"Let's begin with a discussion of the various players involved in
reproduction..."

Mr. Jacobs went through the class, each time he talked about a
body part, he had the student draw or color on the corresponding
body part.  Throughout the lesson, Mr. Jacobs made the two
students switch between Natalie and Jack.  Neither was overly
thrilled about having to switch, but still followed the teacher's
instructions.

By the end of the class, Jack's balls and testicles were
completely colored blue and orange while Natalie had a fairly
accurate drawing of a uterus on her belly.  Her tits were also
colored blue and orange.

"Thank you Jenny and David, you can take your seats now.  Jack
you may also have a seat; Natalie you can remain standing.  "Oh
god, what is he going to do to me now," her inner voices screams.
 "He better not want to color my pussy again."

"On Monday we put Jack and Natalie through quite a bit of
torture, especially since it was their first day in the program.
I promised her that I would let her get even with Mr. Stewart for
his very accurate coloring of her vulva."   The entire class
chuckles as one student yells out, "Paybacks a bitch."

"Mr. Stewart, could you please come to the front of the class."

Matt stands up, he too still recovering from the previous
festivities in the bathroom.  He walks to the front and stands
next to Natalie.  "I suppose you want me to assume the position
like Natalie?"  Without waiting for a response he puts his hands
behind his head and spreads his legs shoulder width apart, maybe
even slightly further apart.

"Mr. Stewart, as I am sure you are aware by now I cannot make you
do anything you don't want to do.  I only have control over
Natalie here.  All I can ask is that you be a good sport and give
Natalie a chance to return the favor from Monday."

"I will stay in this position.  You can command Natalie to do as
you wish and I will not object...nor will I assist."  Matt says
with a chuckle.

"Very well Mr. Stewart, I will take that as your permission to
proceed.  Natalie would you like to disrobe Mr. Stewart or should
I seek another volunteer."

"First of all, thank you Mr. Jacobs for the opportunity to give
Matthew a taste of his own medicine.  Second, I think I can
handle the disrobing all on my own."  Natalie steps behind Matt
and reaches around for his waist, unsnapping the button and
pulling down on the zipper.  The girls in the class start yelling
out cat calls.  Natalie puts her thumbs under the waist band of
his boxers and yanks both his shorts and boxers to his ankles. 
The entire class cheers and whistles.  Natalie grabs the bottom
of his shirt and pulls it up.  Natalie senses he is not going to
move his arms, and since he is so much bigger than her she
probably won't be able to move his arms either, she decides to
just pull the shirt over his head, exposing just his six-pack abs
and rock-hard chest.

 Mr. Jacobs turns to Natalie with all the markers in his hand. 
"Pick a color Natalie."

Natalie smiles, nods at Mr. Jacobs and grabs them all.  The class
is laughing hysterically now.

"Miss Scott, there is just under ten minutes left in class.  I'm
going to give you five minutes to do your thing."

Nothing was going to wipe off the smile on Natalie's face as she
walks around the front of Matt and turns to face him.  She opens
the pink marker and colors in his nipples.  When she is done she
steps back and looks at the class.  She gestures, asking for
their approval.  Everyone applauds.  She then grabs the orange
marker and holds it up in front of his face.  "Can you see what
color this marker is through your shirt?"  Matt nods.  "Do you
know what I am going to color with this marker?"  Matt nods
again.

When the five minutes was up Matt had blue balls, an orange
penis, and his entire ass was a bright shade of yellow.  Natalie
also drew a picture of a stomach on his belly, but that was
mostly so she could feel his rock hard abs.  She finished with a
bright red heart over his left chest and then drew a crude
looking picture of handcuffs over the heart.  Natalie's inner
voice purrs, "How cute, he's captured your heart.  Do you think
he is smart enough to get it?"

As Natalie pulls the shirt down she whispers to Matt, "The last
thing I drew has a hidden meaning to it. Promise me you will not
look at this drawing until you get home tonight.  I want you to
wonder about it the rest of the day.  Text me when you think
you've figured it out.  Oh, and you will find my number somewhere
on your body, but you may need a mirror to find it."  Matt just
nods.

"Natalie and Jack, if you would like to run to the restroom and
wash some of the marker off, please feel free.  You both still
have one more classes to get through, while Matthew here can just
put his clothes back on and no one will notice.

"Thank you Mr. Jacobs, but I'm good."  Jack responds.

Natalie looks at Jack then Mr. Jacobs, then down at her belly. 
"I need to at least wash off this uterus and maybe my boobs;
thank you Mr. Jacobs."

******

Natalie grabs her backpack and towel and heads for the restroom
to wash off the marker.  Fortunately since class hadn't let out,
she is able to reach the bathroom without being stopped.  She
goes to the sink, wets a paper towel and starts to scrub.  The
uterus comes off fairly easily but she's having a hard time
getting the multiple colors off her tits.  She finally gives up
when she hears the bell ring, there only remains a slight
discoloration around her areola.

Natalie grabs the handle to the door.  She cannot seem to shake
the nervousness that comes with being naked in the hallway and
being at the mercy of any boy or girl that wishes to stop her. 
She stops briefly at her locker before heading to the last class
of the day.

"Natalie?"

Natalie freezes momentarily.  The voice is different, one that
she doesn't recognize.

"Natalie Scott?"

"Yes, that's me."  Natalie turns around quickly.  In front of her
appear to be another pesky freshman.  "I bet you are here to ask
me for a reasonable request."

"No not necessarily."  He looks down to the grounds as he
nervously sweeps his foot along the floor.  "I won't deny you are
quite beautiful, but I really just wanted to meet you; to just
say hi."

"Really, just say hi?  No request, just want to talk?"

"Yeah, does that seem strange to you?"

"A freshman boy walks up to a naked girl during the first week of
the Naked in School Program and just wants to talk.  Yes, I find
that strange, but at the same time interestingly refreshing."

"Well, that's all I want, I will leave alone so you can get to
your class," the boy says as he starts to walk away.

"Hey, hold up.  I'm going that way too, I'll walk with you." 
Natalie closes her locker and joins the boy.  "I didn't catch
your name?"

"Michael."

"Hi Michael, it is nice to meet you.  So what is so interesting
about me that you thought you needed to come over and `just say
hi'?"

"I too recently move down here from Illinois, not too far from
where you lived.  I was a soccer player too, but not nearly as
good as you.  I read about you in the local news all the time.  I
just think you are an amazing soccer player and I can't wait to
watch you play for the Academy.  That's all there is to it.  Just
a fan I guess, nothing more."

"You were from the Chicago area too?  Wow what a small world. 
That is very nice of you to say, but obviously you wanted to see
me naked too."

"I'm a guy, of course I wanted to see you naked too.  But whether
you were in the program or not, I still wanted to meet you."

"And you still don't want to ask a reasonable request?"

"Not if you don't want me to.  Unlike most freshmen, my hormones
are pretty well in check," he laughs.

"Well, I want you to ask me a request."  Natalie's inner voice
screams, "What the hell are you doing, you could have just walked
away."

"Okay.  Natalie can I feel your legs?"

"My legs?"

"Yeah, sorry but I'm a leg guy.  As I said, I play soccer like
you and I love soccer girl's legs.  They are just so muscular but
feminine at the same time."

"Okay Michael, that is a reasonable request and I must comply. 
You can feel my legs, but no looking at my crotch."

"What?  I can't look..."

"I'm just kidding; I know you are going look to anyway."  Natalie
starts to stand in the standard program pose but then realized
she wasn't asked to pose.  "Oh screw it, he was very nice and
polite, I might as well give him something to remember," her
inner voice reasons.

Michael drops to one knee and puts his hands on Natalie's thighs.
 He moved his hands around as if he was a doctor searching for an
injury.  Natalie starts to giggle as his fingers started to
tickle.

The bell rings for class to start.

"Thank you Natalie for letting me touch your legs.  I've always
wondered what girls' soccer legs felt like."

"You're welcome, Michael, now get to class."

******

Natalie steps into History class and sits down at the designated
desk.  She quickly jumps up, "Stupid cold chairs.  How did I
forget to put my towel down first?" Natalie's inner voice
screams.

"Natalie, don't get comfortable.  I'm setting up the projector
and once this is ready to go, I'm going to need your help."  Mrs.
Gibbs was a few rows behind her with her tablet and a projector.

"Sure Mrs. Gibbs, do you want me to just go lower the video
screen now?"

"No Natalie, I won't be using the video screen today."

"Oh god," it didn't take Natalie long to realize that she was
going to BE the video screen for the period.  Natalie sees the
light from the projector shine against the wall.  Mrs. Gibbs
gives Natalie instructions to stand in front of the projector and
assume the position.  She directs Natalie to move slightly one
way, then the other until the picture was clearly projected on
her body.

"Okay class today we are going to talk about Operation Desert
Storm.  Who can tell me what Operation Desert Storm was? Yes, go
ahead," she points to one of the students.

"It was the U.S. invasion of Iraq to remove Saddam Hussein from
power under a ruse that he was storing weapons of mass
destruction."

"Good answer.  President Bush also thought Saddam was part of
Al-Qeada and was hiding Osama Bin Laden.  Now here on Natalie's
stomach is a map of Iraq."  Mrs. Gibbs pauses squinting at
Natalie's chest.  "Natalie, what is on your nipples?"

"Marker, Mrs. Gibbs."

"Marker?"

"Yes Mrs. Gibbs, marker.  Mr. Jacobs has special markers that
wash off with some effort.  I couldn't quite get it all off."

"Mr. Jacobs - biology.  Okay, I guess I understand.  It's making
it hard to see the map, why don't you turn around and see if it
shows better on your backside."

Natalie takes a deep breath and turns around.  Mrs. Gibbs gasps,
"Natalie what is on your ass?"

"That would probably be the remains of marks from a ruler, Mrs.
Gibbs."

"A ruler; who put a ruler to you?"

"That would have been Mrs. Perry, first period English."

"Sounds like you have had quite a day Natalie.  I think I need to
come up with some better ways to use the next wave of program
participants as props.  I'm clearly not being creative enough. 
Are you sure you are up for one more class?"

"Yes Mrs. Gibbs, being back to the class is the least exposed
I've felt all day.  Please continue."

Mrs. Gibbs pulls out a laser pointer and steps back.  "Okay, so
as I said, this is a map of Iraq," she states as she runs the
beam of light around Iraq's border.  "The capital, Baghdad, is
here.  Iraq was made up of mostly Shiites and Sunnis; they were
separated by an imaginary border running north and south."

The class starts to laugh.  Natalie turns around and catches Mrs.
Gibbs running the beam of light up and down the crack of
Natalie's ass.

"Sorry Natalie, I couldn't resist.  Now, during Operation Desert
Storm..."

Mrs. Gibbs continues on with a full lecture on the Iraqi Wars. 
She projected a few different maps on Natalie's body, on both her
back and occasionally on her front so the class could get a good
look at both sides of her.  Mrs. Gibbs rarely passes up the
opportunity to point the beam at Natalie's various body parts;
each time getting a chuckle from the students.

The class wraps up just as the final bell rings.  Mrs. Gibbs
yells out a reading assignment as the students scurry out the
door.

Natalie takes her time gathering her books; she grabs her
backpack and towel.  As she heads towards the door her inner
voice screams with excitement, "MATTHEW - ICE CREAM!  What are
you waiting for, let's go."  Natalie sprints to her locker,
throws what she doesn't need into her locker and heads for the
front door.  She passes the main office just as Dean Larson steps
out of the doorway.

"Miss Scott, where are you going?"

"I can't talk right now Dean Larson; I'm meeting someone after
school."

"Miss Scott stop right there."  Natalie stops at the doors, she
turns around in disgust at being held up.  "First of all program
participants have their own exit, and second, you're about to
walk out into the main parking lot NAKED."

Natalie looks down, her face turning white as a sheet of paper. 
"Thank you Dean Larson.  What an interesting turn of events;
usually you're ensuring that everything I do is embarrassing, but
for once you actually prevented me from completely humiliating
myself.  Thanks again."

Dean Larson extends his arm, motioning for her to come with him.
"And you didn't think I cared about you program participants. 
Now let's hurry up, everyone is probably waiting for me to unlock
their boxes so they can get dressed."

Dean Larson and Natalie walk up onto the stage, all the other
program participants were just standing there naked, waiting. 
Natalie notices Matt in the front of the bleachers.  Dean Larson
slowly unlocks the boxes, leaving Natalie's for last.  Natalie
pulls her clothes from the box; she pauses as she looks at her
clothes and then looks back in the box.  She fumbles through her
clothes again and then looks in the box again.

"Is something wrong Miss Scott?"

"Yes Dean Larson, someone took my bra and underwear.  There not
in here.  Who could get into these boxes during the day, they are
supposed to be locked."

"Miss Scott, perhaps I need to remind you about your record time
in getting undressed this morning.  If I recall, you weren't
wearing a bra OR underwear this morning."

"Oh god, you're right.  What the hell was I thinking?  I can't go
out in public with just these on," she says as she holds up just
a pair of gym shorts and a semi-sheer tee shirt.  "What am I
going to do?"

"Hey Natalie, are you still up for some ice cream?"  Natalie
turns and sees Matt standing by the stage.

"Matt, I have some bad news; I don't think I can go."  She sees
Matt's dejected look.  "I want to go, but being an idiot I
thought it would be smart to only wear these."  Natalie is
standing on the stage still buck naked, with a pair of shorts in
one hand and a tee shirt in the other.

"Well truthfully, I think you should just go as you are.  Or you
can just put on what you have and make the best of it."

"You want me to go into an air conditioned ice cream parlor with
just these on?"

"No, I want you to go just as you are, but I would settle for the
shorts and shirt."

"But its air conditioned, and I have no bra."

"Natalie."  She turns and sees Katie walking her way; Phil
following closely on her heels. "Are you still going for ice
cream with Matt?  Oh, hi Matt, I didn't see you there."

Natalie starts to put on her shorts and shirt.  "I have a little
problem; I have no bra or underwear.  Not really the ideal attire
for eating ice cream."

"Then let's do Outreach."

"Outreach?"

"Yeah, Phil and I were thinking of going for ice cream or
something as well.  If you don't mind a couple freshmen tagging
along, I'll do Outreach with you.  We'll just hang out at the ice
cream parlor and...er...hang out."

Natalie looks at Matt, confused as to what to do.

"As long as I get to spend time with you, I really don't care who
joins us.  I'd offer to do Outreach with you, but you made me
promise not to look at this drawing on my chest until tonight. 
If I do Outreach with you, then I will have to look."

Natalie still couldn't make up her mind.  Matt interjects, "Okay,
here is another option.  Don't you live right around here, why
don't we just stop at your house, get the clothes you need and
then we'll go get ice cream."

"Alright, I like that plan.  Let's go this way; hopefully my
driver is still waiting for me in the parking lot.  I need to
text my mother and let her know what we're doing."

"You have a driver?  I thought I was spoiled," Matt says with a
chuckle.

The four teens run out the back door, the driver is still
standing there, waiting patiently for Natalie.  As she runs up to
the car, the driver asks, "Will your friends need a ride home as
well, ma'am?"

"They are actually coming with me Mr.....  I'm sorry, I don't
know your name."

"Mr. Cavanaugh, ma'am."

"I'm really sorry about that, you've been so nice driving me back
and forth to school this week; it was rude of me not to know your
name."

"Quite alright ma'am, shall we get going?"

The teens pile into the car, two in the back seat facing forward
and two in the seat facing to the rear of the car.  "Mr.
Cavanaugh, can you take me home first, and then take us into town
to the ice cream parlor?"

"I am at your disposal as long as you need me; I just need to get
clearance."

"From my father?" Natalie asks.

"Yes ma'am."

"This limo is so cool," Katie giggles as reaches into her shirt.

"Katie, what are you doing?"

"Taking off my bra; remember - Outreach."

"No, we're stopping at my house first so I can get my bra and
panties."

Katie starts to pout, "Look who's the shy one now."  Matt and
Phil just look at each other, with smirks on their face.

"Mr. Cavanaugh, change of plans.  We're going straight to the ice
cream parlor."

"Very well ma'am, I have been given clearance.  We'll be there
shortly."

"Woo-hoo!!"  Katie pulls off her shirt and sports bra and is
suddenly topless.

"Well, it looks like I have created a monster."  Natalie pulls
off her tee shirt and then points at Phil, "This is your fault."

"Me?  I haven't done anything.  Well, at least not since lunch
time."  They all laugh.

"The ice cream parlor ma'am," Mr. Cavanaugh indicates as he stops
the car at the entrance of the mini-mall.

"Okay, here goes nothing."  Natalie tries to build up some
courage as Mr. Cavanaugh opens the door.  Katie jumps out first,
dragging Phil behind her.  Matt looks at Natalie, "No time like
the present."  Natalie takes a deep breath as Matt grabs her hand
and pulls her out of the car.

They walk into the entrance to the ice cream parlor.  There's a
half dozen teens in the parlor, a couple of them were even
topless.  Natalie was puzzled, not sure why teens would be half
naked in an ice cream parlor.

She realizes why when Matt points out a sign, "Hey look, 'Female
patrons get twenty-five percent off if topless, fifty percent off
if completely nude.  Male patrons get fifty percent off if
completely nude'."

Natalie just shakes her head.  She looks over the counter;
standing behind the display case is an older teen, she is also
topless.  They walk up to the counter to place their order. 
"Those look painful," Natalie looks to the young lady behind the
counter; her nipples were sticking out nearly an inch and they
were glowing bright red.

"You get used to it.  It really hurts when I have to reach down
in the cooler and they touch the icy walls but it's worth it in
the long run.  I get an extra twenty-five percent per hour by
going topless.  They offered fifty percent to go completely
naked, but the fear of my bottom hitting the edge of the cooler
tells me it isn't worth it."

Natalie looks at Katie just as she reads the sign about the fifty
percent discount for going completely naked.  "Don't even think
about it, this is as far as I am going.  Do what you want, but
twenty-five percent is good enough for me.  Besides, it's
freezing in here."

"Yeah, I guess your right" Katie agrees.  "They need to figure
out a way to warm it up in here without melting the ice cream."

Phil adds, "If they do that, they will probably go out of
business with all the discounts."

They place their order and watch as the topless server carefully
scoops out the ice cream.  After everyone is served, Matt insists
on paying the entire tab.  He wanted to show off the new phone
that pays the tab by simply tapping his smart phone on the
checkout display.  They all thank him for paying then sit down at
a large booth in the corner and start licking away at their
cones.

"So, who is this Sarah chick that keeps pulling you out the
cafeteria, especially since their not supposed to bother us
during lunch?" Katie asks.

"She's the school's lesbian predator," Matt answers.  "She did
the same thing last year during the pilot program.  It's like she
has a scorecard and her goal is to get a piece of every girl in
the program," Matt answers.

"Every girl?"  Katie was confused, "She hasn't tried to hit on
me?"

"I may have had something to do with that," Natalie responds as
Katie looks at her with confusion.  "I made a deal with her to
leave you alone.  I just had to agree to two discretionary
requests...per day."

All three of them look at Natalie with shock.  "Two? 
Discretionary?  Per day?"

Katie looks up to Natalie, "I know why you did that for me, and I
appreciate it.  But I don't need you to be my bodyguard anymore.
I have Phil to protect me now.  But unless Phil objects, I might
just want to find out what this Sarah chick is all about."

"Object, no objections here.  I just request that you allow me to
watch; like Matt got to do today."

"Yes, watch, right.  That's what I did, just watched."  Matt
chuckles.

"Okay, that concludes this conversation.  It's bad enough that I
am sitting topless in an ice cream shop; I am not going to
discuss my sex life too.  Besides, my mom just sent me a text;
she wants to know if anyone is coming for dinner."

"Thanks for the offer but Phil and I are having dinner at my
house.  We actually need to get going.  Can your driver give us a
ride to my house?"

"Definitely.  Matt, how about you.  Dinner? My place?"

"Sure, I don't see why not."

"Okay, let's get going then.  But I'm putting my shirt back on. 
If my father thinks I'm getting comfortable with the program, he
might take back his driver.  I still have to pretend I'm mad at
him until at least Friday."

******

Mr. Cavanaugh makes his rounds, dropping off Katie and Phil and
then finally arriving back at Natalie's house.  He opens the door
to let them out.  Natalie thanks him again for driving them
around town, and then they walk into the house.  Natalie yells
"Mom, Dad, we're home."

"In the kitchen honey," her mother's voice yells back.

"Mom?  What are you doing?" Natalie questions in shock.

"What are you talking about honey?"

"Um, maybe you haven't noticed, but you're not wearing a
shirt...or a bra."  Natalie tries to block Matt's view.

"Oh, I guess I didn't notice," her mom jokes.  "I went without
all day and I was so comfortable; I just didn't want to put
anything on."

"But I texted you I was bringing company.  Didn't you get my
text?"

"I got your text.  I didn't think you or your friend would be
concerned with breasts."

"But it's a boy?"

"Something tells me your `boy' friend has seen breasts before,"
she says with a laugh.  "Besides, look at what you're wearing, or
NOT wearing I should say.  Why don't you just take off that shirt
and join me, it's not concealing much as it is." Her mom flips up
the bottom of the shirt, giving Matt a quick flash of her tit. 
"How soon you forget that you and Katie ate dinner in the nude
last night.  That didn't seem to be an issue."

"MOM!  Matt didn't need to know about that."

"Well he does now, so lose the shirt or I will have you lose the
shorts too.  Are you wearing any underwear under those shorts?"

"Fine!"  Natalie pulls off her shirt, "And no I'm not wearing
underwear...bad decision on my part."  Natalie looks through the
doorway into the living room, "Um, Daddy isn't going to come into
the kitchen buck naked is he?"

"If you want me to, then I can take these off," her father's
timing was perfect as always.  "And who is this here?" he asks as
he sits at the table sipping on a glass of wine.

"Mom, Dad, this is my friend Matt."

"Matt?  Matt Stewart? Philmore Academy's all-conference short
stop.  Hit three-sixty-eight last season with thirty-two RBIs and
twelve homeruns.  That Matthew Stewart?
"Yes sir, nice to meet you sir.  You seem to know a lot about
me."

"Well, when a boy is going to color my daughter's genitals..."

"Daddy!!!"

"What?  You're the one that told me," he chuckles at the
opportunity to embarrass his daughter in front of her friend. 
"Like I was saying, if someone is going to paint my daughter,
then I feel it is my duty to find out more about who this person
is."

"That's fair I suppose."

"Not to mention that your father is my CIO.  He talks about you
all the time, he's quite proud of you."

"Well thank you sir.  My dad, and my mom, supports me anyway they
can.  It makes me want to work hard for them."  Matt pauses, "And
if it's any consolation, your daughter has returned the favor
today."  He looks down at his crotch.

"Matt!!"

"Let me guess - orange, bright orange."

"Daddy!!!"

"And blue balls no less."

"Matt!"  She turns to her mother, "Mom, can you make them stop."

"What would you like me to do?"

"Feed them.  Stuff some food in their mouths to get them to stop
talking."

******

They all laughed through dinner.  Natalie told more horror
stories from the day's program, obviously leaving out the
incident in the bathroom during lunchtime.  As the women washed
the dishes the men trade baseball and other guy stories.  Matt
mentioned it was getting late and needed to get home to do
homework.

"Dad is my, I mean, your driver still here or did you send him
home?"

"He's still here, I'll shoot him a text to let him know to bring
Matt home and then he can call it a night."

"Thanks Daddy.  Let's go Matt, I'll walk you out."

As they get to the door, Natalie yanks on Matt's arm and
practically jumps on him; her lips going straight for his.  Her
mouth opens and her tongue pushes through Matt's lips.  He opens
his mouth, and meets her tongue with his own.  As the tongue
exchange continues Matt slowly searches for her nipple.  He
slowly strokes it, forcing it to stiffen between his fingers.

"You didn't make a request."  She says as she slowly pulls away.

"Nope, I didn't.  I didn't make a request for this either."  Matt
slips his other hand down her body, sliding his hand under her
waistband.  He reached down between her legs and finds her wet
slit.  He strokes her clit a few times as Natalie wraps her arms
around his neck, she pulls tight as she lays her head on his
shoulder.  She moans into his ear.  He continues to rub her
nipples as he strokes her clit.  He slowly starts to slide his
fingers up and down her moist slit and then slides his finger
into the entrance of her vagina.  Natalie's body stiffens as she
raises her head off his shoulder.

"Shhh.  Don't say anything; I'm not going any deeper."

She lays her head back down on his shoulder.  He turns his head
and finds her ear even with his mouth. He nibbles on her earlobe
as he pulls the wetness from her entrance up to her clit.  He
alternates blowing softly into her ear and nibbling on her lobe.
His fingers continue to rub her nipples with one hand while
massaging her sex with the other, most of the focus on her stiff
nub.  He could feel Natalie's breathing change from shallow
breaths to panting, her moans getting longer and deeper.  He
bites softly onto her earlobe, not letting go as he strokes
repeatedly on her clit.  Natalie squeezes his neck as she tumbles
over the mountain, her orgasm causing her to see stars.

Natalie couldn't speak; she could barely hold her weight on her
own legs as he eases her down.  One more peck on the lips and he
turns and heads out the door.

"At some point you'll have to explain the whole penetration thing
to me," Matt mentions, "but for now I hope you sleep well
tonight.  See you tomorrow."

******

Natalie is lying in bed, she hears her phone vibrate.  She reads
the text.

"I finally figured out your phone number.  Did you really need to
bury it in the crack of my ass? LOL."

Natalie text him back, "So, did you figure out the drawing on
your chest yet?"

"I think so.  You stole my heart???  And yes you did, my heart."

"Close enough, I meant to say `You captured my heart'.  The
handcuffs were supposed to mean captures, like arrested." 
Natalie adds an emoticon for love to the text and presses send.

"Oh, I thought it was a drawing of a bandit's mask.  It must have
got smeared from all the sweat."

"Why were you sweating?" Natalie text back.

"That was one hell of a kiss goodnight!!!  LOL!!" he added an
emoticon for kissing.  Before she could think of a response
another text comes through, "Hey, the handcuffs don't have
anything to do with the whole being frisked thing, and thinking I
have something to do with it."

"It's too late to get into it with you about that right now.  I
will find out who it is and it better be you doing the frisking.
Goodnight Officer."

"Goodnight my drug-smuggling bandit.  I'll see you first thing in
the morning."

Half way through the week, what else is in store for Natalie? 
Read Chapter 6 to find out.

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