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 While Mark, Steve and Chris had endured their nude interview, Arthur and
Peter were led away by Miss Hartick.  When they got there, Peter asked,
"Miss Bridle's office?"

   "That's right," Miss Hartick said.  She waved them in, but she shut the
door behind them.  Miss Bridle was in there waiting.  She was already
breathless.  She was trying to get ahold of herself.  She managed to keep
all of that hidden when she said, "Come on in, boys.  Have a seat.  Do you
know why you're here?"

   They both said, "No."

   "Miss Hartick has asked me to evaluate the sports interview program."

   "Evaluate it?" Peter asked.

   "She wants me to help her decide whether or not it should continue."

   Arthur was a little excited already.  "You mean, if you think it's a bad
idea we might not have to get naked for Shelly anymore?"

   Miss Bridle breathed in sharply.  She wished he hadn't phrased it like
that.  She was trying to be completely professional.  These two young
athletes were both so good looking though.  In spite of herself, she
envisioned them being interviewed naked.  Before long, she would be seeing
it for real.  Miss Hartick had convinced her that it was necessary.  Just
talking to the boys wasn't enough.  Miss Hartick wanted Miss Bridle to see
them in their locker room state so that she could form a real opinion about
the effect of forced nudity on the boys.  For a moment Miss Bridle almost
felt like chickening out.  She had a job to do though.  She didn't want to
derail Miss Hartick's efforts.  She knew that Miss Hartick truly believed
that this was all for the good of all the students involved.  If she was
wrong though, then only Miss Bridle stood a real chance of putting a stop
to it.  She already knew that she should do just that.  She just couldn't
get the other opinions out of her head though.  The other students, the
girls anyway, felt that this had to go on.  That might have been just young
lust though.  How could Miss Bridle account for the positive opinions of
Miss Hartick and Miss Devasquez and Miss Fox though?  Even Miss Devasquez's
teaching aid felt very strongly that the naked interviews should continue.
Still, they were all women.  Miss Bridle wanted to help them, but it still
wasn't enough for her.  All of our fun, dear reader, would have been
spoiled if it hadn't been for two other opinions.  The Principal seemed to
side with Miss Hartick.  More convincing than that, the boys' coach even
wanted the interviews to go on.  Coach Grady had told Miss Bridle that in
person.

   She couldn't believe that when she heard it.  Coach Grady really wanted
to keep the boys' locker room open to Shelly though.  He was the one who
told Miss Bridle how much the boys had improved since the program started.
Miss Bridle had looked into it.  Everyone knew about the stunning victory
the Jaybirds had over Grable High, but that wasn't nearly enough for her.
It was also true though that the boys were doing well in school.  They had
friends and social lives that didn't seem adversely affected at all.  That
was due mostly to the fact that so many of the popular boys shared the
burden of embarrassing nudity, but Miss Bridle didn't seem to realize that.
The boys also had better grades too.  What was more, it seemed that they
were better behaved at school now as well.  Even Reggie was less of a
problem student.

   So Miss Bridle was already looking for a way to keep the program alive.
All she needed was some rationalization that she could believe in.  It
didn't even have to be a good rationalization.  She just had to convince
herself.  "Tell me, boys, so that I can be certain, have you both been
interviewed by Shelly?"

   "Yeah." "Yes." They both said it while looking away.  It clearly
bothered them.

   "And you were both nude when those interviews took place?"

   Arthur said, "That's right.  It was terrible." Peter agreed, "I've never
been more embarrassed."

   "I see.  Miss Hartick has already told me the process.  You are required
to undress while Shelly interviews you.  Tell me how that makes you feel."

   "It's the worst thing ever.  I hate it." "It's humiliating."

   "Being naked in front of a girl and some female teachers embarrasses you
that much?"

   "Of course."

   She asked them several more questions about their discomfort.  She
didn't know it, but she was carefully avoiding asking the boys if they
thought the interviews should go on.  She only asked what it was like to be
forced to undress for the women.  Arthur had once even been forced to
expose himself by pulling his underwear down just because he admitted he
thought it was all unfair.  She found that she almost enjoyed hearing about
it.  "What is the worst part about it?"

   Arthur and Peter looked at each other helplessly.  They wanted to say so
much to make all this end, but it was hard to talk about.  They stumbled
over different ideas for a bit.  "Not having a choice." "Having more than
one woman staring at my body." "Being teased about it by Shelly." "Getting
an erection."

   That one was the one they agreed on the moment Peter had said it. 
Arthur agreed instantly.  "That's the worst part.  I got hard both times I
had to show my, uh, my stuff.  And they love it."

   "You became hard both times," Miss Bridle said, suppressing a smile. 
She asked Peter, "That happened to you too?"

   "I, uh, I did.  I only had to undress for Shelly once.  Her and Miss
Devasquez and Mindy."

   "But the erection was the worst part?"

   "Y-yeah."

   "Why?"

   Peter didn't have an answer.  The fact was that it was entirely
humiliating because his own body betrayed him.  It also showed that he
wasn't strong enough to resist the girls.  It drew all attention to the one
part of his body that he wanted to hide the most.  It also made him feel
even more naked than just being naked.  Being stripped down, and then
getting hard was like being naked and being lit up like a Christmas tree.
He wanted to just die when he had been forced to strip down, and then his
penis had to shout out that it wanted to be stared at.  Peter couldn't say
all that.  He couldn't say any part of it.  He didn't even know why it was
his erection had been so mortifying.  "It just is.  I guess it's because
the girls like it so much."

   Now that had Miss Bridle's curiosity.  "You don't want the girls to like
your nakedness?"

   "Well...  no."

   "I see.  Do you think the girls find you attractive?"

   Peter blushed and grimaced.  "They said so when I was naked."

   "And it bothered you that they enjoyed looking at you?" How strange. 
Why would a young man be so bothered that women would find him attractive?
Probably because he was being taken advantage of, but Miss Bridle didn't
think about that.  Neither Peter nor Arthur answered her.  They just
shrugged and nodded.  "Tell me, tell me honestly, do you find Miss
Devasquez and Shelly attractive, Peter?  What about Mindy?"

   He couldn't look at anything.  He had to move his head around while he
admitted, "They're all pretty."

   "And me?  Do you think I'm pretty at all?"

   Peter was startled at that question.  He turned his eyes, his beautiful
eyes, to her and he said without thinking, "Yeah, doesn't everyone?"

   Miss Bridle couldn't help a little smile at that.  She knew she was nice
looking, but it was still good to hear it like that from this handsome
young boy.  "So it would bother you if I saw you take your clothes off?"

   "Uuuuh..."

   "Peter, Arthur, I want you both to understand that I'm a licensed
psychologist.  I'm only doing this for your benefit.  You and the other
boys.  I'm going to have to ask the two of you to undress now while I
watch."

   The boys were horrified.  They didn't know it was going to be like this.
They never would have expected this from Miss Bridle anyway.  She always
seemed so harmless.  She didn't seem demanding at all.  She just seemed to
expect them to do as they were told.  Arthur tried to sound confident.  "Is
that really necessary?"

   "Yes, Arthur, it is." She needed to see how it really affected them. 
She knew it would embarrass them, but would that be unlivable, the way they
wanted her to believe?  Or would it be only a little harmless
embarrassment?

   Peter said, "I really don't want to do this."

   "Boys, I have to insist.  I'm supposed to examine the process.  I can't
make a real judgment if I don't." She had actually convinced herself of
that.  Of course it was Miss Hartick's idea in the first place.

   Arthur said, "Can I at least lock the door?  A girl came into Miss
Hartick's office when I was interviewed."

   "She made you undress in her office?"

   "Some of the boys have had to strip down in Devasquez's classroom,"
Peter told her.

   She already knew that.  She was there.  In fact, she didn't think that
was traumatic for the boys.  So that only helped her accept Miss Hartick's
decision to strip them down in her office.  "Go ahead and lock the door. 
Now boys, I don't want the desk in between us.  Come on around.  Good.  I
want you to be comfortable.  I don't want you to worry."

   How could they not worry when they were about to bare themselves again?
Peter and Arthur looked at each other, hoping the other one would make the
first move.  When it didn't happen fast enough, Miss Bridle had to get the
ball rolling.  "Boys?  Take your shirts off, please."

   The please made it worse.  She was being genuinely polite.  She wasn't
abusing or demanding like the others were, but that didn't make it better.
It was just another kind of embarrassment.  It was obvious that Miss Bridle
considered it her professional responsibility to embarrass them.

   That was true, but Miss Bridle was beside herself with excitement.  She
didn't show any of that.  She was good at keeping her emotions hidden.  It
was so good to see these boys remove that first piece of clothing.  She had
to tell them to take their pants off.  Before long these sexy boys were
stripped to their underwear and looking all too nervous.  Miss Bridle
allowed her eyes to scan those wonderful physiques.  She knew the other
women had looked the boys over quite blatantly, so she had to do the same.
She saw that these two really were embarrassed.  But how embarrassed were
they?  "All right, boys, please take that off.  I have to see you both
fully nude."

   "Miss Bridle, I swear, you don't have to do this." "Really, we can just
tell you about it all.  You don't have to see everything."

   She couldn't help a little grin.  She didn't know why.  Was there some
sort of thrill derived from the power she held over these boys?  She didn't
think so.  She thought it was only that she was enjoying their discomfort.
That was wrong, but she couldn't stop now.  "Peter, Arthur, you really have
no choice.  Show me all of it."

   The boys both breathed in deeply.  As they had gotten more and more
exposed, Miss Bridle had become more and more interested.  It was terrible.
She was right though.  They really didn't have any choice if they wanted to
stay on the team.  With a heavy shiver, they both dropped their last bit of
cover.  When they stood back up, they were both shocked to be naked again.
They had really done that.  They were really standing there naked for this
woman.  Peter put his hands over his privates.  He couldn't help it.  Miss
Bridle had given a slight gasp at the sight of their cocks.

   She had to recover while she said, "P-Peter, you have to move your
hands, please.  There.  Good.  Oh my.  Uh, now, I hope you'll forgive me,
but I have to ask you a few questions.  First, is it much worse now that I
can see your penises?"

   They both clutched their goods again.  Arthur hung his head as he let go
to let her look.  Peter had to be told to move his hands again.  She
repeated her question.  "I hate this," was all Arthur could say.  "Can we
get dressed now please?" Peter said.

   "Not yet boys." Miss Bridle had to know if what Miss Hartick had said
was true.  Did these boys really get erections every single time they were
made to get naked?  She was really beginning to believe that it was proof
that they weren't entirely embarrassed.  But how was that possible?  She
saw their body language and their expressions.  They weren't faking this.
As for herself, she would have loved to question her own motives, but she
forgot to.  She had no idea that the pleasure she was taking from this was
helping to blind her to the truth of the situation.  Her eyes roamed those
bare boys.  She realized that she was handling this differently than the
other women did, and she couldn't afford to if her judgment was going to be
true.  She felt a bit nervous, but she had to admit, "You boys really are
attractive young men.  You're good looking all over."

   That did it.  She wasn't crude or insulting, but that didn't matter. 
She had just admitted that she was loving the sight of their dicks.  So
their bodies responded.  Arthur's jaw quaked when he felt his penis stir.
Peter had to scrunch his eyes shut and turn his head away.  Miss Bridle was
amazed.  It was really happening!  Both of these boys were going to harden
up for her.  She couldn't help a satisfied little hum.  It started so slow
that the suspense was killing her.  Then the boys rose up fairly quickly.
Arthur was ahead of Peter by just a moment.  Miss Bridle didn't know that
she was breathing hard enough for them to hear it.  "Very impressive, boys.
You really do have some admirable penises."

   Arthur and Peter both colored at the sincere compliment.  They were
holding stock still and refusing to make eye contact.  Miss Bridle couldn't
help smiling.  She tried very hard, but she couldn't keep the grin off of
her face.  She whispered, "Gorgeous.  Just gorgeous." She saw the change in
the boys though.  She became truly concerned.  "You really meant it that
your erections embarrass you that much."

   "Y-yeah." "Of course."

   She had it.  The part of her mind that was ready to accept it all had
the one piece of evidence needed to push aside any other concern.  "I'm
telling you that your bodies and your erections are exceptional.  That
bothers you?"

   "Miss Bridle, can we please get dressed now?"

   She wanted to stall a bit so that she could keep staring, but she knew
that it would be wrong.  "Go ahead.  Thank you for your cooperation. 
Wait!" The boys had turned away while they got their clothes.  "Don't get
dressed just yet.  Come here."

   The boys looked at each other nervously.  What was it now?  She said to
them, "Turn around, please.  Arthur, what is that?  It says "Shelly Marks"
on your bottom."

   Arthur almost exploded with humiliation.  He had tried to wash that
away, but the marker had only faded.  He didn't know that it was still
clear enough to be read.  He put his hand over that signature.  "Shelly
wrote her name on me during the last interview."

   Miss Bridle moved his hand.  She marveled at the sight of his naked ass.
"She wrote her name on you?  You're telling me that this girl signed her
name on your bottom, but you were more embarrassed by your own erection?"
She glanced over at Peter.  He had a great butt too.  She didn't even know
she was surrendering to impulse until it was too late.  She had a permanent
marker on her desk, so she took it, and she signed her name to Peter's
right cheek.  She didn't even hear Peter's whine while she put her name
there.  She just sat back and admired her handiwork.  Then she realized
what she had done.  And it was too late to undo it.  "OH!  Oh, I'm sorry,
Peter.  I shouldn't have done that.  I shouldn't have done that!  Oh, I'm
sorry!  Put your pants on!"

   She felt a chill.  She was finally able to turn away from the boys. 
"Thank you for helping me.  You've helped me make up my mind.  Are you
dressed yet?" She couldn't bear to look again until she knew they were
covered.

   "Yes, Miss Bridle." "Can we go now?"

   She got up and led them to the door.  "You can go back to the locker
room now.  Good job, boys." While they walked away, Miss Bridle watched
them.  She had to lean against the door and catch her breath.  While she
steadied herself, she heard someone call her name.  "Miss Bridle."

   "Oh, hello, Miss Armstrong."

   Miss Armstrong was curious about the two boys who left that office
wearing their baseball uniforms.  "What was that about?  Did it have
something to do with Miss Hartick?"

   "That's right.  I was talking to the boys to learn more about the
reporting."

   "And?"

   "And I've decided that the reporting program can't go on the way it
has."

   Miss Armstrong's eyes were huge with gratitude.  "That's great!  I'm
going to talk to Principal Steadworth first thing in the morning!"

   "Miss Armstrong, wait!" Miss Bridle was in no shape to go running after
that busybody teacher.  So she just returned to her office where she spent
quite a bit of time daydreaming about her experience with Arthur and Peter.