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 Miss Armstrong was true to her word.  She just couldn't wait.  She had
rushed to the Principal's office as soon as she got to school the next
morning.  It was hard for her to wait, but Principal Steadworth assured her
that he would gather everyone necessary to his office at eight thirty.  He
was not looking forward to an incident with Miss Hartick.

   When the time came, the Principal was at his desk with a very satisfied
Miss Armstrong next to him.  Miss Hartick, Miss Devasquez and Shelly were
all there along with Miss Bridle.  Wearily, the Principal asked her, "Miss
Bridle, Miss Armstrong tells me that you think the locker room reporting
program can't go on."

   Miss Hartick looked just a little deflated.  She had honestly expected
this.  Miss Devasquez and Shelly weren't just a little disappointed.  They
were horrified.  Their days of voyeurism and cock teasing were at an end.

   That would be a real shitty ending to the story though, wouldn't it? 
Would I do that to my readers?  Never!  Surely you already realize that
Miss Armstrong has overplayed her hand.  Miss Bridle was so very sorry to
disappoint Miss Armstrong.  "That's not what I said.  What I said was that
it can't go on as it has.  We need a few changes.  First off, I think the
boys need to have time with the school counselor to help them adjust.  They
really haven't been shown the consideration they need.  Second, I'm still
not entirely certain that I can endorse this.  I need some observation time
in the locker room first."

   Miss Armstrong was furious already.  "What are you talking about?  You
don't need to observe it to know that they're getting away with murder!"

   The Principal said, "Miss Armstrong, please.  We all know your opinion
already.  Go on, Miss Bridle."

   "Well, having spoken to some of the boys I have come to realize that
Miss Hartick is wrong about one thing.  The boys really are embarrassed by
their situation.  However, they were most embarrassed by their own
sexuality.  They are truly frightened of their own bodies."

   "What the hell does that mean?" Miss Armstrong said.

   "It means that they might be better off learning that their natural
inclinations are acceptable.  Just as this program can help girls learn
about themselves, the boys can learn too."

   "You're crazy!  That's stupid!  I can't believe what goes on at this
school!" Miss Armstrong did what she does best.  She stormed out.

   "I'm sorry about that, Principal Steadworth."

   "It wasn't your fault, Miss Bridle.  I suppose the new rule is that you
must accompany the locker room outings every so often.  In fact, I think
it's best if you also take part as an occasional chaperone for Shelly."

   "I think so too," Miss Hartick said.

   "Wait," Miss Bridle said, "I don't know about that." It was too late. 
She had become a part of it.  As the meeting broke up, she kept talking to
Miss Hartick and Miss Devasquez, explaining how horrible it was that the
boys should be ashamed of their erections.  Something had to be done.

   Miss Devasquez knew she had a live one.  She already had a plan to reel
Miss Bridle in permanently.  She had a couple conversations with Miss
Bridle to find out just what it was that concerned their soft spoken school
counselor.

   Then she met with Mindy and Shelly.  She explained Miss Bridle's point
of view.  Mindy asked, "So she's like Miss Hartick?  She thinks this is all
a real thing?"

   "Not exactly.  Miss Hartick thinks that she's serving some social
revolution by putting Shelly in the boys' locker room.  Miss Bridle isn't
like that.  I've heard her talk, and she's crazy about naked boys just like
we are.  The difference is, she can't admit it, so she has to come up with
some idea that lets her see them.  She thinks that the boys need to learn
to "accept their sexuality"."

   Shelly chuckled.  "And to help them with that they're going to have to
strip involuntarily."

   "And let us fondle them.  I can convince Miss Bridle that's a good
idea."

   "How?"

   "Here they are now.  Come in, boys."

   Shelly and Mindy smiled at Reggie and Zack.  To think, Mindy's camera
might save the day.

   When the next locker room visit came, Miss Devasquez, Mindy, Shelly and
Miss Bridle were all there.  Mindy brought along Gayla just for the fun of
it.  Miss Hartick should have been there, but she was occupied with school
business.  Miss Devasquez put her up best front for Miss Bridle's sake. 
She was all business.  "Boys, if I could have your attention." The boys
already had the attention of every woman in the room.  None of them were
naked yet, but several were partway there.  Miss Devasquez told them,
"Today, while Shelly conducts a few interviews, Miss Bridle is going to
have to talk to a few of you."

   The boys weren't happy about that.  They already knew what had happened
when Arthur and Peter went to her office.  Miss Devasquez said, "Can I have
a volunteer?" Of course the boys were silent.  Reggie and Zack were going
to volunteer due to the photos that Miss Devasquez used to blackmail them.
They were told to let one other boy go first though.  Since no one wanted
to help out, Miss Devasquez had to sigh like she was disappointed.  "Well,
we'll have to choose one."

   Miss Bridle was a bit nervous, having to say out loud what she wanted in
a room filled with these sexy, strippable young men.  "I've, uhm, I've
already spoken to a couple of the boys who have had only a little bit of,
uh, experience.  I need to talk to one who has been exposed several times.
Just to see if there is a difference in attitude."

   Shelly couldn't help sounding happy.  "Well, I've seen Philip naked four
times, and I've seen Kent naked five times.  That's the most."

   Miss Devasquez pointed to the two boys and motioned for them to step
forward.  "All right, Miss Bridle, these two are ideal.  Which one would
you like to see naked?"

   "Miss Devasquez!"

   "Well how would you like to pick?  I'll flip a coin if you want."

   Miss Bridle couldn't look at the boys as she made her selection.  "I'll
take Kent."

   Kent grumbled.  He walked to her, and Miss Bridle led him to Coach
Grady's office for privacy.  Now that the counselor was out of the way,
Shelly could be herself.  "All right, sexy Alex?  Come on over here."

   Alex stood rigid.  "Me?  But, I, uh, you've already seen me, you know,
naked."

   "A few times," Shelly said happily.  "And I'm happy to see everything
you've got again.  Come on over and give me and Gayla a show."

   "Oh my god." He trudged over.  He was still wearing everything, but his
jersey was open so some of that sexy body was showing.  "Uhm, should I
maybe, just this time keep my clothes on?  I mean, since Miss Bridle is
here, and all."

   "Oh, that's a good excuse," Mindy said.  "But Miss Bridle is in there
right now stripping down one of your team mates.  So I think we'll be okay
getting your dick out where we can see."

   Miss Devasquez said, "Go ahead and strip down slow if you want though. I
like that.  But take that jersey off last, and leave the hat on."

   Shelly started in on her questions while Alex blushed and quivered.  He
took a deep breath and started to unbutton the moment Shelly asked her
first question.  "You must be proud of your big win over Grable High.  Can
you tell us if we should expect more big things from our Jaybirds?"

   Alex grumbled his answer while he slid his pants off.  Shelly, Mindy and
Miss Devasquez had all seen him naked already.  Gayla was the only one who
hadn't.  They had him surrounded.  He heard Gayla whisper something to
Mindy about his butt.  He couldn't listen to them while he listened to
Shelly though.  When he had been in that special detention, he was the one
who had almost resisted his erection.  Surely he could do it again.  There
had been a dozen women in that room.  Here there were only four.  He
remembered just how frustrated they all seemed when they thought he
wouldn't harden up that day.  It was like a duel between their lust and his
shame.  He was trying to get ready for it again.

   He peeled off his jock strap almost with a sense of pride.  He saw the
knowing smirks when Shelly and Miss Devasquez got that first look at his
cock.  He almost covered up, but he knew that would only make him feel more
embarrassed.  Instead he tried to ignore them.  That wasn't possible
though.

   "You didn't get a hit during the game.  Do you think you'll be ready for
your next time at the plate?"

   "Th-that was only because of Grable's pitcher.  I hate to admit it that
he's that good."

   Shelly saw Alex's fingers tremble as he started to unbutton his jersey.
It was funny.  Exposing his dick hadn't gotten to him, but this did.  She
asked, "Some of the other Jaybirds managed to do well against Grable's
pitcher.  Was it just an off night for you?"

   He threw her a furious look.  Who was she to question his batting?  And
while he was half naked?  "I'm saying it was nothing.  It wasn't even an
off night.  No one gets a hit every time."

   "Right, sorry." Shelly couldn't help chuckling.

   Miss Devasquez saw what Shelly had done, and she took advantage of it.
Alex had stopped undressing.  "It looks like you're having trouble with
that jersey.  Maybe Gayla should help you with that."

   "What?  Wait, no, I don't need, Damn it!" He was too late.  Gayla moved
fast when Devasquez had mentioned her name.  Alex had heard this girl
gigging while he was baring himself for her.  Now she was all business. 
She had big, happy eyes behind her glasses while she unfastened button
after button.  "Can you repeat that?" he had to say when he missed Shelly's
next question.  He couldn't answer her even when she did repeat herself. 
Gayla was slipping his jersey down his arms, enjoying the feel of his
muscle.  She whispered, "Oh, he looks good.  He looks so good." She set his
jersey aside, but she never stopped staring.  He hated the way her eyes
moved up and down his body.  He finally blushed huge.

   Miss Devasquez had to comment out loud, "That was interesting.  He
wasn't this upset even when he showed us his penis.  He only got this
embarrassed being totally naked."

   Mindy came around for a frontal view.  "And he is naked.  You're naked
Alex.  You're all the way naked except for that hat."

   "God that's cute," Gayla said.  "Hee hee, what's the matter Alex?"

   Mindy said, "I know what's the matter.  He's embarrassed that we can see
him naked.  We can see him naked and he has to let us look.  Don't do that,
Alex!  You can't cover those goodies.  MmmMMm!"

   Shelly loved watching Alex fidget while they teased him, but she had to
do her job.  "Hitting aside, you looked great on the field.  How many
Grable outs were you responsible for?"

   Alex's jaw hung open.  How could she keep asking him about baseball
while they were all staring at his body?  It would have been less
humiliating if they were just taking in the sight.  Shelly acted like it
was all part of the job, and it made him feel so completely degraded to be
stripped and shamed like it wasn't even the reason they were in the locker
room.  "Oh no.  Come on, don't do this." He was talking to his own dick. 
He wanted to resist, but he was rising and rising fast now.

   "Well," Shelly said, "that looks like a home run to me."

   While Alex was being objectified out there, Kent was being subjected to
something similar in the Coach's office.  Kent took a seat.  Miss Bridle
didn't want anything in between her and her subject, so she sat on the edge
of the desk.  She was about to start, but she needed a moment to collect
her thoughts.  Kent was WOW!  And she was going to see him naked.  She
breathed in and out very heavily a few times.  In spite of herself, she
knew she was hoping that she didn't have to recommend against this
practice. First things first though.  She had to ask him a few questions.
"Kent, I know you might be a bit uncomfortable talking about it, but I need
to know just how often you've had to expose yourself to Shelly."

   Kent grunted.  "I don't know.  Five?  Is that what she said?"

   "Doesn't it get easier at all?  I mean, haven't you gotten a little bit
used to it?"

   Kent threw her a glare.  How could she ask that?  "No!  It's
humiliating. How can it get any better?" He had his pride, and that didn't
change just because he'd had to give up his penis.  That pride made his
constant stripping terrible every time.  "I think it might actually be
worse now than it was the first time."

   Miss Bridle was a bit disappointed.  She knew that she couldn't leave
this boy to Shelly's mercy.  Kent told her that he'd been bared for several
women now.  Miss Bridle didn't know why that was hot, but she couldn't help
feeling some excitement at the thought that this stud had to give up his
modesty again and again to different women.  She was about to add herself
to that list.  "Now, I know how much it bothers you, but I'm going to have
to ask you to disrobe."

   "Why?  Come on, Miss Bridle, you don't have to see it happen."

   Yes she did.  She needed to see his real reaction to the nakedness. 
"I'm sorry, Kent.  I am, but we have to do this."

   What did he have to do to convince her?  He had to hope that this would
be the last time he would have to humiliate himself.  He couldn't look at
her while he started stripping off his uniform.  Miss Bridle couldn't look
away.  She literally felt hot all over while she watched this sexy young
man change from a baseball player to a naked work of art.  She tried to
keep up her front of professionalism, but she couldn't help staring with
big eyes.  She could see why Shelly liked him so much.  "That penis is
incredible."

   "Miss Bridle!"

   "Don't the girls tell you that?"

   He blushed angrily and looked away.  "Yeah."

   "It bothers you that the girls like the way you look?"

   "No.  I just don't want them looking."

   Miss Bridle thought it didn't make sense for him to enjoy being good
looking, but not want to be looked at.  She wasn't really that ditzy or
biased.  It was just that she was so overcome by his undressed masculinity
and his fabulous penis that she couldn't think clearly.  Through that fog
of attraction, her mixed up ideas made sense.  He was starting to get hard
already.  "I see that you react the way the boys always do."

   He struggled for words.  He was staring at her while she was staring at
his slow momentum.  He sounded desperate.  "Miss Bridle, let me get dressed
now.  Come on.  This isn't fair."

   She looked him in the eye.  "It really bothers you, doesn't it?  Getting
hard like that?"

   "OF COURSE IT DOES!  Stop staring at me!" He was taking forever to get
all the way up, and every bit of incline was another little piece of
humiliation.

   Miss Hartick had been telling the truth.  It wasn't a sometimes thing.
These boys always stiffened up.  But they hated their own sexuality.  Of
course that wasn't true at all, but it was what she was telling herself. 
"Why does the erection bother you so much?"

   Because he couldn't even pretend that being stripped didn't bother him.
Because his body put up that shocking sign that he was entirely
embarrassed. Because he could literally feel his embarrassment in his penis
when it hardened up.  How could he say any of that though?  His cock
finally hit its peak when he said, "I don't know.  It's just humiliating.
Can I please get dressed?"

   "Just one last thing," she said with difficulty.  "I know that the girls
and maybe the teachers have touched you while you've been naked.  How does
that make you feel?"

   "It's like my body doesn't even belong to me.  Can I get dressed? 
Haven't you seen enough?"

   "Yes, Kent.  Get your uniform, and you can go." She didn't even think
about it as she led him to the door.  She wasn't even thinking about it
when she patted his ass.  He gaped at her and she gaped at him.  She
stuttered, "I-I'm sorry!  I'm s-sorry, Kent!  I didn't mean to do that!"

   She opened the door and had him step out into the locker room.  There
was a moment of surprise once she saw what was out there.  Even though she
knew that Shelly was interviewing another baseball hunk, the sight of butt
naked Alex was stunning.  And of course he was sporting an impressive
stiffy.

   The girls there all turned their eyes to Kent as he came out.  He was
clutching his clothes over his cock to protect it, but other than that he
was as naked as Alex.

   Before Miss Bridle could comment, Miss Devasquez said, "We've got a
volunteer now.  Here's Reggie."

   "Volunteer?" Miss Bridle said with surprise.  "He volunteered?"

   "Yeah," Reggie said.  He didn't volunteer so much as some naked
blackmail photos elected him, but he had to pretend it was his idea.  He
wanted to get this over with, so he strutted into the office like it was no
big deal.  He really hoped that he could keep up his cocky attitude this
time.  The moment he heard Miss Bridle shut the door behind him he knew he
was in for it.  He was already dreading this, just being shut away here
where he had first had to surrender his pride.

   On the other side of that door, Alex almost felt some relief that Kent
was there to take some heat off of him.  The girls were all staring at sexy
Kent, covering his goods with the clothes he was holding in his hands. 
While Shelly took a handful of his ass, Miss Devasquez said, "Before you
get back to your locker, let us have a look at that thing."

   Kent went white.  Miss Bridle had asked him if he ever got used to it,
and he didn't.  He was cringing at the thought of just exposing himself to
these four lusty wenches.  "Uh, uh, Can't I just, uh, can't I just go get
dressed?  You've all already seen me."

   Miss Devasquez smirked.  "Could it be that he actually gets cuter when
he's nervous?  Just look at that body.  He really has given us a lot of
entertainment, so maybe we should just let him go this time.  Oh, but Kent,
look at the girls!  They would be so disappointed!  You don't want to be a
tease do you?"

   "I don't care!" He shuffled and fidgeted in a wonderful embarrassment
dance.

   "Sorry, Kent, but I've just got to get a look at your woodie.  Move
those clothes."

   He fumed and muttered curses at the floor as he obeyed.  He slid his
handful of clothes to the side, baring his dick for the girls.  Mindy,
Shelly and Gayla all gave loud, girlish sighs of satisfaction.  "We just
love you," Mindy said.  Kent went from white to blushing pink, and of
course his penis reacted.  He was already three fourths of the way hard,
but when the girls got a look and made their noise, he rose up all the way.
"I hate that!  Can I go now?"

   "Sure thing, Kent," Miss Devasquez said, but as she said it, she was
taking a fondle of his hard on.  "Thank you so much." She sent him on with
a smack to his rear.

   She heard a funny sound from Alex, and when she looked his way, she
laughed out loud.  Gayla was so affected by the sight of Kent being groped,
that she had to have a handful of dick.  She was gently running her hand up
and down Alex's tool.  That likable, nerdy girl said, "Oh my gosh.  That's
six hard dicks I've got to feel in the locker room so far.  How many are
there?"

   Shelly was happy to tell her, "There's twenty four boys on the team. 
There are still five dicks that I haven't seen yet though."

   "Oh, let's have one of those."

   "Not today.  Today is just to convince Miss Bridle."

   Miss Devasquez said, "She'll convince herself in there.  Naked Reggie is
quite a sight.  Mm, naked Peter would be a good thing for us while Miss
Bridle is busy.  Peter!  Come on over here would you?"

   Peter had just surfaced from the shower room.  He had on a towel and
nothing else.  "Uh, I'm not even dry yet."

   "Good!" Gayla and Mindy said at once.

   Alex was quick to escape.  "Can I go then?"

   Miss Devasquez nodded, but she kept her greedy eyes on Peter.  While one
boy got to get away, another blushing boy took his place.  Peter trudged
over with fear and shame in his eyes.  Shelly had winked at Mindy, so they
were ready for some fun.  Peter wasn't made to bare himself yet.  He stood
there with that towel around his waist, sexy physique bare above that. 
Shelly started with a few questions.  "I know you boys did great the other
night, but do you think that maybe overconfidence might be a bad thing? 
You play against Fosterville High next.  I know they're not as hard to beat
as Grable, but you do have to take them seriously."

   "Uh, well, it might sound cocky, but I'm just not worried about
Fosterville.  The main thing they've got going for them is their pitching
and if we can beat Grable's pitching, then Fosterville isn't a real
threat."

   "Right." Shelly was happy to hear that.  She knew he was right.  She
asked him a few more questions that bolstered his confidence.  He started
to sound like a real athlete instead of a half naked boy on display.  He
was completely comfortable.  Then Mindy whisked his towel off.  "HEY!  Oh
come on!" He had his hands over his vitals of course, but then he knew he
could only use one hand.  Mindy held his towel out to him.  When he reached
for it, she pulled it away.  He reached again, and again she pulled it
away. He backed away and said, "Give me back my towel!"

   "Okay.  I'm sorry Peter." She gave it to him and she grinned as he
quickly put it back around his body.

   The moment he was adjusted, Gayla snapped it back off of him.  He tried
to get it back, but he was embarrassed and they were determined.  Not even
his baseball reflexes could retrieve the towel while he bounced around
after it.

   Miss Devasquez said, "I don't think they'll give it back, Peter, so you
might as well continue the interview.  But what did I see on your butt?"

   He turned bright red instantly.  "Nothing."

   "Turn around," Mindy said.

   He couldn't avoid them all.  Gayla was behind him.  "Something's written
there."

   Miss Devasquez thought it was great fun to watch them play with this
boy, but she wasn't about to run around or throw a towel back and forth. 
She didn't have to.  "Peter, fun's fun, but I want to see that.  Turn
around for me.  Come here.  What is that?  It says "Eleanor Bridle".  Did
Miss Bridle do that?"

   He threw a glance over his shoulder, then he looked down at the floor.
"Yes.  She wrote her name on me when I was in her office the other day."

   Mindy was stunned.  "Miss Bridle did that?"

   "She sort of did it on accident."

   Miss Devasquez chuckled.  "You can't write your name on someone's butt
on accident."

   "No, I mean she did it without thinking.  Can I turn back around now? 
No wait!"

   "Sure," Miss Devasquez said.  It was too late for him to change his mind
now.  That signature might have been embarrassing to him, but he didn't
realize he had just asked to put his dick on display.  "Turn around.  God,
you look great like that, but move your hands, I want to see what you've
got.  Mmm.  Don't look so shy.  I've seen your dick before."

   Mindy was still trying to figure out the words on him.  "So Miss Bridle
wrote on you without meaning to.  Just like you asked to turn around.  But
why?"

   "She was surprised by Arthur's butt.  Shelly's name was written on him."

   Mindy, Miss Devasquez and Gayla all turned curious eyes to the young
reporter.  "You wrote your name on Arthur's butt?"

   Shelly didn't often blush, but she did when she had to explain that. 
"Only because Jean and Danielle were putting their names on Chad and
Philip."

   "Oh my God," Mindy said.  "A bunch of boys are running around with
girls' names on their butts?"

   Miss Devasquez couldn't figure it out.  "Miss Hartick let you do that?
That doesn't sound like her."

   "Well she wasn't in the room.  She was called to the office."

   "You mean Miss Hartick left three naked boys alone with three girls? 
Oh, that's priceless.  Oh look, Peter's coming to."

   All of a sudden, the names weren't as important as the slowly awakening
penis.  Peter tried to talk them into ending the interview, but no one was
having that.  Mindy said, "We weren't even paying that much attention to
you, you silly boy.  It was so hard to get you to rise up during that first
interview.  Now you do it when we're barely looking?"

   Peter shivered.  "Can we get back to the interview?"

   While Peter suffered all that embarrassment, Reggie was faced with Miss
Bridle.  Miss Devasquez had told him how to answer one question, but
everything else he was supposed to be honest about.  Miss Bridle said, "I
saw you undress once before, at that detention.  I suppose you thought that
whole thing was unfair."

   "It's all unfair.  It's ridiculous for Miss Devasquez and Shelly to just
do whatever they want to us."

   "That's something of an exaggeration isn't it?"

   "We can't exactly say no can we?"

   "I suppose not.  Is it really that bad, being naked in front of the
girls?" She was still amazed that this boy, of all boys, had volunteered
for this.  He probably expected her to shut down the locker room reporting.
She realized though that this notorious troublemaker had been causing much
less trouble lately.  Did that have anything to do with Shelly and Miss
Hartick?

   Of course it really had more to do with the photos that Reggie didn't
want being spread around.  He knew that Miss Devasquez wouldn't really do
that, but he wasn't willing to chance it.  Being stripped bare for them all
was so totally humiliating that he couldn't stand the thought of all the
girls in school seeing pictures of his dick.  At least he could tell Miss
Bridle just how embarrassing and how wrong it all was.  She seemed to
listen too.  That didn't stop her from asking him to take his clothes off.
"I suppose I have to," he said.

   "Reggie, I have already seen you in the nude."

   "Th-that doesn't make it easier," he said as he doffed his shirt.

   But he was cooperating.  Miss Hartick said the boys did this willingly.
That didn't seem to be entirely true, but they weren't refusing either.  It
was all so confusing.  She was waiting to see what Reggie's penis would
tell her.  She had seen him harden up once.  If he did it again, then
didn't that say something?  She watched him drop his underwear.  She didn't
even know that she gave a happy little moan.  She did manage to sound
entirely professional when she asked, "Can you see this from Shelly's
perspective at all?"

   "Her, her perspective?  But she just wants to see us naked."

   That wasn't true at all.  Miss Bridle didn't need any rationalization to
know that even if there was no nudity involved, Shelly would have loved her
job as sports writer.  Miss Bridle knew that for a fact.  So she started to
doubt the validity of Reggie's complaints.  Especially since he was already
growing.  "Now, I hate to embarrass you, Reggie, but I have to ask what
it's like to have an erection while a woman watches."

   Reggie didn't know what to say.  "I just hate doing this."

   "Is it more embarrassing to be naked when you are erect though?"

   He didn't understand why she was tormenting him like that.  How could he
answer a question like that?  "Of course it is.  It's, it's..."

   "Is it the worst part?"

   "Yeah."

   "It's worse than being touched?"

   Reggie shook in horror for a moment.  This was the part where he had to
lie.  Miss Devasquez told him what to say, and she would ask Miss Bridle
later.

   Miss Bridle had to repeat her question.  "Reggie?  Tell me what it's
like to have the girls touch your body when you're like this."

   "I hate to say it, but I kind of like that.  When Miss Devasquez puts
her hand there..."

   Miss Bridle couldn't help leading him to the answer she wanted to hear.
"Does it make you feel more comfortable?"

   "I guess it does.  Can I get dressed now?"

   Miss Bridle was gratified beyond words.  As unorthodox as it sounded,
there was an obvious cure for the boys' unnatural fear of their own sexual
reactions.  She was in a hurry to get to the next boy.  She led Reggie
along to the door before he could put anything on.  He panicked wordlessly
as he realized he was being ushered out to Miss Devasquez and the others
while he was still naked.  He clutched his clothes over his hard on,
wishing he could have defied Miss Devasquez.

   Miss Devasquez was waiting for Miss Bridle.  "Miss Bridle, we had
another boy volunteer to talk to you.  Miss Bridle?" Miss Devasquez smiled.
Miss Bridle was staring at naked Peter.  It was wonderful seeing that poor
boy being embarrassed all over again.  Miss Devasquez had to repeat
herself. "Miss Bridle?  We have the next boy ready for you.  Zack has
volunteered."

   "Oh.  Oh good." She looked at Zack.  "Very good."

   Miss Devasquez was so amused that she almost forgot to ask, "Uh, we
noticed that you took a certain liberty with Peter.  You wrote your name on
him?"

   Miss Bridle blushed now.  "Oh!  Uhm, I didn't really mean to do that. 
I'm sorry, Peter," she said.  "It was just an impulse.  I didn't mean to,
uhm, lose control like that.  I guess I also patted Kent's bottom when we
were in there.  It's kind of hard to be completely dispassionate."

   "It can't be done," Miss Devasquez said.  "That's why we allow Shelly so
much freedom."

   "Right.  Thank you for understanding.  Oh, I'm so embarrassed.  And
Peter, I am sorry for that."

   He really just wished she would leave him alone.  She kept glancing at
his goods and he couldn't make himself lower at all.  His dick just stood
there at attention.  He was happy when she took Zack into that office. 
Reggie had been trying to slip past Miss Devasquez without being noticed,
but she and Mindy managed to politely block him off while they talked to
Miss Bridle.  Now that she was gone, they could enjoy.  "Uhn-uhn, Reggie.
You're not going anywhere until you give us a look at that arrogant cock of
yours."

   He sure didn't seem arrogant at that moment.  He just bared his rod for
them all while he shuddered.  He was still completely stiff, pointing all
the way up.  Mindy giggled.  "You must like Miss Bridle, huhn?  You didn't
drop a bit.  Let me have a handful of that.  Come here."

   He didn't move.  He just stared at her blankly like he hadn't heard.  He
almost put his uniform back over his goods, but Miss Devasquez put her hand
on his arm to stop him.  She said sternly, "Go on, Reggie.  Give Mindy your
penis."

   Reggie suddenly gave them both hateful looks.  He did what they said
though.  With small timid steps, he moved to the teachers aid.  She
beckoned him to her with her finger and her smile.  Once she had him, she
ran both hands down his body slowly.  As she fondled his cock, she bragged,
"That's what a boy is supposed to do.  Respect a woman no matter how you
have to show it.  And you certainly are a hard handful of respect right
now, aren't you?"

   Predictably, Gayla had taken to fondling Peter's peter while that went
on.  "That's seven," she said, keeping score.  "I just love it down here.
Thank you, Peter."

   "You're welcome," he said reluctantly.  "Can I go shower now?"

   "Since you were so polite, I can't refuse," Miss Devasquez said.  As
they watched the two naked boys walk away, she hated to say it but, "That's
it for us.  When Miss Bridle is done with this last one, I want to be ready
to leave."

   "Can I at least go watch them shower?" Gayla asked.

   "Better if we act casual about it all.  Like it doesn't matter.  Let's
let Miss Bridle get used to it all."

   Shelly asked, "You're sure she'll let us keep coming down here?"

   "Trust me.  She's so dizzy for Zack's stiffy right now that she won't be
able to help herself."

   In the office Miss Bridle had asked the relevant questions.  Zack had
answered honestly that he hated Shelly's reporting, and he wished she'd be
banned from the locker room forever.  Being forced to strip naked for
Shelly and the others was unfair and he hated it more every time it
happened.  Miss Hartick was a crazy female chauvinist.  Miss Bridle
listened and even seemed to sincerely consider everything he was saying. 
That didn't keep her from asking him to undress for her.  The strange thing
was, she seemed to really think that it was a legitimate request.  Zack
wondered if she weren't as crazy as Miss Hartick.  She sure did gasp at the
sight when he took his jersey off.  He really wished that he didn't have to
feel embarrassed by that, but it wasn't possible for him to pretend that he
wanted to do this.  As he got more and more naked, he saw Miss Bridle
become more interested.  He couldn't tell because she stared or smiled.  He
could tell because she had to hold so still as he went on.  She was
struggling to maintain her self control.  Zack thought that Miss Bridle
really might be more lusty than Mindy was.  He got down to his jock strap
and he just had a hard time going any farther.

   She managed to keep the sound of her voice flat though when she said,
"You'll have to take that off, Zack." She felt a real thrill from telling a
handsome young man to strip, and then watching it happen.  She knew that
about herself, but she also knew that she wasn't doing this just for fun.

   She couldn't help her wide eyes when she saw him totally bare.  "N-now,
h-hm, now, Zack, I have to ask you what part of the whole process bothers
you the most."

   Zack shut his eyes.  He was naked right then!  He was naked because Miss
Bridle, quiet and demure Miss Bridle, had told him to do it.  He couldn't
help it.  He had to turn around.  Miss Bridle couldn't help it either.  The
sight of that body from behind just pulled out a very breathy, "Oh my
goodness, that's nice!"

   He threw a wide eyes stare over his shoulder.  "Miss Bridle!  You said
this was supposed to be respectful!"

   "I'm sorry, Zack.  Oh my.  You must know that you're quite a specimen.
Do turn around though.  I promise I'll try to be, uh, professional." Her
pulse was racing.  That only got worse when he turned and she saw that he
was starting to rise already.  He wasn't even a third of the way up yet. 
He was certainly getting there though.  In spite of her promise she just
stared intently at his dick.  She didn't even know that she was doing that.
"You, uh, you do seem to respond to your nudity quite well."

   "Oh God, don't say that.  I hate this."

   She returned to her senses a bit.  This was the part that concerned her.
"You hate getting an erection?  The other boys said the same thing.  Why
does that embarrass you?"

   Because it wasn't the right kind of erection.  It was based on
humiliation, not pleasure.  It was like his body didn't even know the
difference.  But his mind sure did.  He couldn't even answer her.  He just
put his hands over his cock to hide it.

   She let him do that for a moment.  "Have any of the girls ever touched
you there?  I know Miss Hartick lets them.  She thinks its good for them
and for you."

   That was crazy and he would have said so, but this was the part that
Miss Devasquez told him to lie about.  He didn't know why, and he didn't
know how it could hurt him.  Besides, she had those naked pictures.  If an
erection here and now with Miss Bridle was this bad, then he couldn't have
those pictures getting out for everyone to see.

   She had to repeat herself.  "Zack?  Have any of the girls or teachers
touched you?  And how did that feel?  Please move your hands."

   "But, but, I can't!"

   "You can't?  Why not?"

   Because he was all the way hard.  He knew that didn't matter to her
though.  He dropped his hands and gave up his modesty again.  He was at
least grateful that Miss Bridle kept her reaction to just a quick grin.  He
struggled for the words.  "I guess I don't mind it so much when the girls
put their hands on me.  Especially Miss Devasquez."

   Miss Bridle couldn't believe her ears.  Now she smiled.  Her mind was
made up.  She could really help the boys past their harmful inhibitions. 
"All right, Zack.  That's enough.  Except for this." She stepped to him and
took his rod in hand.  "Oh, I hope that helps."

   "Miss Bridle!  Don't do that!"

   "It's all right, Zack.  Don't worry about it if it makes you feel
better."

   Zack was too stunned to say anything.  She let go quick, but he hadn't
expected that.  She led him to the door and brought him out just like the
others, naked and covering.  She was smiling with such supreme satisfaction
that Miss Devasquez knew it had worked.  "Well, Miss Hartick?  What are you
going to tell Principal Steadworth?"

   "Oh, you were so right, Miss Devasquez.  I wouldn't have believed it,
but this really is the best thing for these boys.  Oh, I'm going to be so
proud to be a part of this."

   Miss Devasquez told her, "Just remember that it's a good thing to enjoy
your work."