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 Author: sevispac
Title: Chastity gets with The Program
Summary: Naked in School Chapter 2 - Chastity learns the price of
defying authority, but it's all worthwhile when she finds something good to
'eat' at lunch.  Then the poor girl is in trouble again when her parents
find out.
Keywords: Naked in School, NiS, Chastity Ball
Date: 4_7_2017

   Disclaimer: This is a sexual fantasy.  The author does not advocate or
participate in underage sexual activities.  If you are offended by
pornography, for God's sake stop reading internet porn, you idiot.  If you
are underage and interested in sex, welcome to the human race.  This is a
fantasy, without consequences.  Real sex has consequences like pregnancy
(duh!), disease, and emotional devastation.  Don't ever let anybody talk
you into doing something you aren't ready for.  When you are old enough to
be ready, relish every minute.  But right now, get outta here, kid!  You
trying to get me in trouble?

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   The Chastity Ball - Part II Chastity gets with The Program

   I was so mad about what happened on Monday afternoon that I wasn't even
thinking about it might mean on Tuesday morning.  It was bad enough that
the school district lawyer forced me to leave the True Love Waits rally on
Monday afternoon and I still ended up naked on the local news.

   I was shocked when Principal Johnson was waiting for me outside the
front entrance the next morning.  I knew that I would be expected to strip
in front of everybody who was there, but I wasn't expecting what happened
next.

   He stood by while I removed the conservative blouse and skirt I had
carefully chosen to try to minimize my humiliation.  He was impassive when
the boys in the audience hooted and clapped as I unfastened my bra and
slipped out of my panties, leaving myself completely nude except for my
mandated platform shoes with four inch heals.  But when I turned to go into
the building he stepped in front of me.  Taking me by the arm, he turned me
back toward the crowd.

   "Miss Smith has completed her daily routine of undressing in the manner
required by The Program.  Unfortunately, her actions on school property
yesterday afternoon were not so satisfactory.  For those of you who are not
aware of it, Miss Smith violated the strict requirement for Program
participants to be nude on school property and at all school functions. 
She aggravated the violation by defying a legal order to from a school
authority to remove her clothing.  Worse, she incited a student
organization chartered by the district to disobey school policy.

   "As a result of her willful defiance of authority, Chastity Smith will
be duly punished as prescribed by school rules."

   Two custodians had been standing at the school entrance watching me
strip.  Now they pulled back the curtains surrounding a structure at one
side of the door.  When I caught sight of the contraption behind them it
felt like my heart stopped.  Right away I knew what they were going to do
to me.  I started to cry.

   Closest to me was a pommel horse like the ones we used in gymnastics. 
Just on the other side of it was a set of stocks right out of The Scarlet
Letter.  The two custodians grabbed my arms and pulled me forward across
the pommel horse so I bent over with my head and arms in the stocks.  Then
they slammed it shut, leaving me helpless with my butt exposed to the
crowd.

   "No, please!" I begged.  "I'm sorry.  I'll be good from now on and do
whatever I'm told!"

   "I'm sorry, young lady, but it's too late for that.  You should have
thought of that yesterday before you misbehaved and defied the authority of
this school," said Principal Johnson.

   Turning to the crowd he announced, "Chastity Smith has been found in
violation of Program Rules requiring participants to be nude at all school
functions.  Accordingly she has been sentenced to corrective action, to
wit, corporal punishment by her peers.  Each student is invited to give her
no more than one swat on her buttocks as you enter the school."

   A gasp of astonishment went up from the crowd.  This was going to be
even worse than I thought!  Why, there were more than 500 students!  I
began sobbing uncontrollably.

   "Students are admonished not to be so forceful as to cause injury.  The
school nurse will observe the proceedings and will call a halt if
blistering occurs.  Please remember that this is an example both to Miss
Smith and to any other student contemplating a violation of the rules.

   "Please begin."

   With that he stepped forward and smacked my left cheek.  I let out a
little yelp, but it didn't really hurt.  Yet.

   The first few boys who filed past just gave my bottom a light pat.

   Smack!  That one really hurt.  It was followed by a firm, but not
painful slap on the opposite cheek.

   The next few minutes were a drawn out routine of painful moments
punctuating short periods of merciful restraint.  Most of the kids just
walked by, grateful that it was me and not them having my fanny spanked. 
All of them looked closely at my red bottom, and the lesson took hold with
everybody.  Another large group gave my sore bottom a gentle caress and
passed on.  Some of these slipped their fingers between my cheeks as they
did it.  That was the worst torture of all.  The soreness of my ass cheeks
stirred up a response in my pussy that was simply uncontrollable.

   It wasn't the pain from the spanking that hurt the most.  It was the
humiliation of knowing that everyone could see the moisture dripping down
my thighs from my excited pussy when I came uncontrollably.

   When it was over Nurse Burton rubbed some anesthetic lotion on my butt
cheeks, unlocked the stocks, and helped me to my feet.

   "I know that really hurts," she said, "but believe it or not you're
going to fell better before the day is over.  You might have to stand for
your first few classes, but you'll probably be able to sit down again by
lunchtime."

   ___

   Chastity's Lunch

   The Program kids stick together at lunch, so all of us were sitting at
the same table.  Including me.  I could sit down, even though I was still
sore.  Everybody was over the first shock of embarrassment now, and we were
all beginning to enjoy being naked, if we thought about it at all.  The
Senior class boy in The Program, Jack Perkins, was talking about his
girlfriend, who was actually named Jill.  None of us laughed at that; we'd
all had too much experience with embarrassment lately.

   Jack and Jill had been together since 7th grade.  They were deeply in
love and were going to get married right after graduation.  I asked Jack if
Jill was jealous of the girls who were giving him relief this week.

   "A little, I guess.  Jill doesn't like it, but she knows that she always
comes first with me, and that's not going to change no matter how many
other girls bring me off.  We've been in love ever since we met.  It was
love at first sight, and I've never felt that way about any other girl."

   Wow.  How many of us are that lucky?  "Jack," I said, "it sounds like
you two would be perfect for True Love Waits.  How come I've never seen you
at a meeting?"

   "Oh!  Well.  I guess you can probably figure that out pretty easy.  It
was love at first sight, and it was sex at first date.  True Love Waits was
never an option."

   Gawd, I was mortified.  Not so much because I found out another couple
of kids was having sex, but because I was still so naive about it.  I
didn't know Jill, so I asked Jack if he had a picture.  He borrowed a phone
and pulled one down from the cloud.

   "This one's my favorite." It was a full-face shot of a pretty young
girl. She was bathed in what even I could see had to be sperm.  She looked
exceptionally pleased with herself.

   "Ew, gross," I said.  "How can you do that to someone you love?  What
makes boys want to do that to us at all?"

   "It's a power thing," said Kitty.  "They like to humiliate us.
That and they're marking their territory, just like the other animals."

   "Not really," said Phil.  "At least I don't.  Some guys do, maybe.  Most
guys are polite and respectful about cumming in a girl's face, or at least
they give them fair warning.  Some girls might do it just so they don't
have to swallow, but a lot of them really like it, too.  And all of them
look great with cum on their face."

   Ugh.  Phil Peterson, my life-long crush, likes cumming on a girl's face.
I'd found out a lot of things this week that I never suspected about
myself, but I still couldn't see how any girl could lower herself to that.
Sucking a cock was bad enough, but there was a limit to what a
self-respecting girl would do, even for love.  I told him so.

   This got an argument going, Kitty and me against Phil, Jack, and
Marissa. What really surprised me was that Daisy took their side.

   "Look, Chastity, I know you think it's really gross," said Marissa, "but
remember all the other things you thought were completely disgusting on
Monday, and now you know how much fun they are!  Don't knock it till you
try it!"

   "Yeah, Chastity," said Phil.  "Aren't you supposed to be proving that
you can stay pure, no matter what happens to you this week?  How can you do
that if you're not willing to face temptation?  No pun intended."

   "Oh, no.  There's already way too much sexual perversion going on.  Cock
sucking and facials aren't part of The Program, at least they aren't
mandatory.  I would never do something so dirty."

   "Cum isn't dirty, Chastity." Everybody was surprised to hear Daisy speak
up.  We all turned and looked at her.

   "Well, it's not like we don't see enough of it.  It's not my fault they
make us use the boy's shower.  I didn't ask them to cum on me." Daisy
blushed pink right down to her nipples.  She was so cute!

   "See," said Marissa, "even Daisy likes cum.  I think Phil's right,
Chastity.  You can't claim the moral high ground here unless you're willing
to try it yourself."

   I was feeling trapped.  This was The Program again, in miniature.  I had
to surrender to it in order to fight it.  It was my duty, just like for
True Love Waits, no matter how awful it was for me.

   "OK, then, but what does that mean?  How can I prove it's as disgusting
as I think, and what will you do if I'm right and you're wrong?  How about
this - If I let a boy cum on my face and still think it's gross, not only
will you all admit you're wrong, but you'll all stop doing it and join True
Love Waits!"

   "No way!  How would we know you didn't secretly like it?  I'm not going
to stop doing it just because you say so." None of them were convinced.

   "Wait a minute," said Phil.  "I know Chastity, and I know very well how
honest she is.  If she makes a promise, she keeps it, and she won't lie
about it.  I can't speak for the rest of you, but I'm willing to take her
word for it."

   Do you see why I've always loved this guy?

   "So how is this supposed to work," I asked.  "I've never sucked a cock
before.  I've never even had one in my mouth, let alone had sperm on my
face.  I'm not letting some random stranger do that to me just to prove a
point."

   "What if Phil did it to you?" Marissa asked.  "Phil, you wantta help
settle this?"

   Gulp.  Well, it wasn't like I hadn't sortta thought of that when the
conversation turned this way.  Phil was my dream guy, and in all the years
I'd known him, he'd never even kissed me, or even held my hand.

   This would be a lot more intimate than a kiss even if I didn't like it.
And I wouldn't like it.  For sure!

   "I dunno.  I don't want to do anything to her she might hate me for. 
I've known her for a long time and I want to stay friends with her."

   I didn't say anything for a long time.  Everybody was quiet.  I thought
about it.  If I won, I got Phil into True Love Waits, and either way we
were going to be a lot closer than we'd ever been before.

   "So you're saying I can suck your cock and you can cum on my face, huh?
And if I still think it's disgusting, I know you'll keep your end of the
bargain because I know you're an honest person, too.  OK, then, I guess I
have to do it.  Where and when?"

   Marissa took over.  "Right here, right now.  That way nobody chickens
out.  The school keeps equipment available for Program kids.  Jack, how
about going to the nurse and checking out a pair of kneepads for Chastity?

   "Just to be clear, if Chastity wins, Phil has agreed not only to join
True Love Waits, but to stop cumming on girl's faces, even if they want him
to.  If she's wrong, she's going to admit it, but that doesn't seem like
it's enough.  Does anybody have a suggestion?"

   I heard a very irritating giggle.  Bubbles had been listening at the
next table.  "I have an idea!  If Chastity loses she can't wipe the cum
off! And she has to kiss a girl with it on her face!"

   There was applause and cat calls from the kids in earshot.  The rest of
the cafeteria turned to check us out.

   "To be sure this is fair, we need some rules.  The bet is off if Phil
doesn't cum on Chastity before the lunch bell rings.  Nobody else can join
in on either side, and nobody can touch either of them.  In fact, let's
make it a rule they can't even touch each other, except for Phil's cock and
Chastity's mouth.  Do both of you agree to that?"

   Staring straight into my eyes, Phil nodded.  I was trapped.  "I agree,"
I said reluctantly.  There was scattered applause from the surrounding
tables and curious stares from kids throughout the cafeteria.  Jack showed
up with the kneepads and I strapped them on.  Now that it was happening I
was having serious second thoughts.

   "Alright, Phil," Marissa said, "stand up here at the end of the table
where people can see you.  Chastity, you get down on your knees right in
front of him."

   "Goody, goody!" Bubbles was clapping her hands and hopping up and down,
jiggling her tits as usual.

   But I wasn't thinking about Bubbles.  Yes, we've established that I have
a weakness for cocks, and I also have a thing for Phil.  And we've also
established that I had a duty to overcome my base instincts and keep my
dignity even in the worst conditions.  I was determined to go through with
this while keeping my horniness completely under control.  Yes, I had to
admit I was horny.  You would be too if you were a sixteen year old girl on
her knees in front of the guy she'd fantasized about as long as she could
remember.

   Phil felt the same way.  I could tell because his penis, which had been
soft a moment before, was now sticking out straight toward my face.  He
wasn't fully hard yet, but already there was a drop of clear fluid right at
the tip.  Now that it was an inch away from my face I realized just how
enormous it was.  How in the world was a girl supposed to get that in her
pussy?  How was I even going to get it in my mouth?

   I already wanted to change the rules.  I wanted to reach up and wrap my
hand around his cock, but I wasn't allowed to use anything but my mouth to
touch anything but his cock.

   The cafeteria was dead silent as I studied his penis.  I looked at the
shaft and the purple veins showing though his skin.  I watched the drop of
clear fluid grow at the tip, stretch, and drip slowly to the floor.  I
looked at the way that skin loosened at the bottom to form a sack
containing two walnut sized testicles.  I inhaled the musky fragrance of
his pubic hair.  I looked up at the swelling pink helmet at the top of his
shaft, and I looked beyond, into his deep blue eyes.

   His cock swelled even more and stood straight up, at least seven inches
from base to tip.  I moved closer, and his kinky hair tickled my nose. 
Remembering the rules, I stuck out the tip of my tongue and touched his
testicle sack, wiggling my tongue just slightly.

   The cafeteria was dead quiet.  The students, the teachers, and the
servers were all watching, but I wasn't thinking about them.  I stuck my
tongue further out and nestled one of his balls on it.  Then I drew it
gently into my mouth and sucked, surprised to find I wasn't at all
disgusted.  I was horny.

   Rules violation or not, I nuzzled the length of Phil's cock against my
face as I slowly released his testicle and licked up, up, up, from the base
of his cock, along the warm, soft skin bulging out of the front of the rock
hard shaft, to the helmet shape at the top.  A couple of inches down the
shaft I got my first taste of boy cum.  It was slippery and a little salty,
but there wasn't enough to decide if I liked the flavor.

   This was the moment of truth.  I was still a virgin everywhere, but that
was about to change for my mouth.  There would be no going back.

   Phil groaned.  I opened my mouth and slipped his warm cock head inside.
Already it filled my mouth, and I tried hard not to scrape it with my
teeth. Out of curiosity I sucked out a little more of his pre-cum.  I still
wasn't sure, but so far I liked what I tasted.

   Then I remembered I had something to prove.  I was feeling horny, but I
had to keep control.  It didn't matter if I liked the taste, this was a
nasty, perverted thing to do and I was never going to do it again!  Never,
ever.

   Still, I had a duty to go through with the bet.  I certainly didn't want
to end up humiliated, kissing some slut while Phil's cum dripped off my
chin.  I just wanted to get this over with so I could prove that teenage
girls aren't just slaves to their sexual desires.

   But right at that moment I couldn't honestly say my sexual desires were
completely under control.  My mouth was full of Phil Peterson's cock, and
that was something I'd wanted for a long time, even if I never admitted it
to myself.  This wasn't going to stop before he came, so I might as well
enjoy it.

   I started bobbing my head.  Almost right away his dick hit the back of
my throat and I gagged.  Involuntarily I pulled my mouth off.  I looked up
at him apologetically, a thin strand of spit (or was it cum?) dangling
between my lips and his cock.

   To my surprise he didn't look mad.  More than anything he looked
sympathetic, and a little apologetic.  And amazingly, he looked adoring. 
I'd always wanted him to look at me like that.  "It's alright," he
whispered.  "Try again.  Don't go deep so fast."

   This time I kept my lips tight around his shaft as I slowly slipped it
back in my mouth.  Right away I started bobbing my head, wishing he could
put his hands behind my head and force himself deeper, but knowing the
rules made this impossible.  It was up to me.

   This time I knew what to expect, and as the tip of his cock touched the
back of my throat I made a conscious effort to control my gag reflex.  I
carefully bobbed my head, pulling him just a little deeper each time, until
I was taking a solid thump on the back of my throat with each eager stroke.
As I concentrated on my sucking, my determination to keep control began to
slip.  The rules said I couldn't use my hands on Phil, but without
realizing it one of them slipped down to my pussy and I began playing with
myself again.  It felt so good!  My finger was doing to my pussy what
Phil's cock was doing to my mouth!

   Lost in masturbation, I didn't feel him begin to fuck his hips into my
face until suddenly he drove his shaft into my mouth with a thrust that
couldn't be resisted.  There was only one place for it to go, so I
desperately tried to swallow, and suddenly I felt it slide past my tonsils
and deep into my throat.  My audience gasped as his entire shaft
disappeared between my lips, and my nose pressed tight into his pubic hair.

   For a moment I couldn't breath, and I started to panic, but then he
pulled back and rammed himself into my throat a second time.  I began to
gasp through my nose each time he pulled back.  At first his fucking motion
was too much for me, and he took charge, but as he pounded repeatedly into
my mouth and throat I began to fuck my head back against his strokes. 
Every ounce of my determination was gone.  I was totally devoid of
self-control, utterly unable to do anything except suck the cock in my
throat for as long as it was there.

   Suddenly it was gone!  Without giving me warning of any kind, he had
pulled his huge dick out of my mouth!  I opened my eyes just in time to see
the first blast of his jizm come hurtling from the tip of his cock and
splatter all over my nose and cheek.  Phil groaned and the cafeteria
erupted in cheers as his cock erupted all over me.  A second streamer
struck my right eye and dripped down to mingle with the first one on my
cheek.  I opened my poor, abandoned mouth and was rewarded instantly with
the strongest geyser yet!  Some it shot straight down my open throat, some
of it pooled in my mouth, and some ran down my chin, forming little strings
as it dripped onto my titties.

   On and on he went, covering my face, getting in my hair, splattering my
shoulders, dripping all over my tits.  Each warm, wet splatter was
delicious in a way I had never guessed nor suspected.  Even as he moaned
out his orgasm and covered me with his sticky cum, my fingers pushed into
my pussy and danced over my clit, bringing me back to that delirious
ecstasy I had discovered so long ago, or was it yesterday?  For the first
time my girlish squeals and moans mingled with a man's as we shared our
joyous climax.

   Phil caught me as I passed out, but it wasn't his lips I felt on mine as
I came to a moment later.  I didn't admit defeat, I didn't give her
permission, I didn't want her to do what she did.  But when Bubbles joined
me on the floor in an open mouth kiss, smearing Phil's jizm all over both
our faces,

   I kissed her back.

   --

   Something bad happened after all the fun I had at lunch on Tuesday. 
Missy Frazier, my best friend since first grade, stopped talking to me.

   Missy was vice-president of True Love Waits, and she believed in staying
pure until marriage.  She was horrified by what was happening to me, and
she tried to get me to stop.

   As much as I love Missy, my hormones and the situations The Program was
putting me in were way too powerful for her to change.  And on her side,
nothing short of a week in The Program was going to break her out of her
attitude.  Her parents were just like mine.  They convinced her that sex
was dirty and that she had to fight her animal urges.  It was even worse
for her because she was kind of mousey and plain.  Boys always paid
attention to me, even when I didn't want them to, but they always ignored
her.  I never saw her wear anything except long skirts down below her knees
and heavy, shapeless tops.

   She really was a good person, though, and it hurt that she didn't want
to be friends anymore.  But I couldn't think of what to do.

   --

   Teaching Chastity

   Mr.  Woodcock teaches History of Sex right after lunch.  He's about the
most popular teacher in school.  He's pretty young and lets us call him
Steve, which might be to keep us from laughing at his last name.  Most of
the girls have a crush on him, and a lot of girls fool around with him,
too, even though he's married.  Today he was teaching us the history of The
Program.

   `To understand the first sexual revolution, we have to know what caused
it.  Ken, can you tell us what the key reason was?"

   Ken Anderson wasn't a very good student.  He looked a little puzzled and
said, "Uh, the baby boomers?"

   "That was one factor, but it wasn't the key.  The generation after the
civil war was even bigger in proportion to the population, but the 1880s
were nothing like the 1960s.  It wasn't demographics, it was medicine,
specifically, it was `The Pill'."

   "Within ten years after effective birth control became available,
women's fashions reflected the new sexual freedom.  The mini-skirt, hot
pants, see thru tops without bras, all of them were street attire for young
women.  Most of the restrictive sexual laws had had been repealed, and
those that hadn't were ignored.  Pornography was getting going as a
legitimate business.  Honest sexual language was used by almost everyone,
so basically things were just like they are now.

   "But then, beginning in the 1980s, things turned around.  If `The Pill'
launched the sexual revolution, STDs put a stop to it.  Most STDs were
cured by antibiotics, but in the 70s they made a comeback, along with new
and incurable versions.  A repression set in.

   "Around the turn of the century the web made pornography instantly
accessible to everyone.  This had an interesting side affect.  Women
started shaving their pussies, because digital cameras and social media
meant they could show them off much more safely and much more often.  How
many of you girls shave your pussies?"

   All but two or three of the girls in class raised their hands, even the
ones in True Love Waits.  I was embarrassed, but at least I didn't have to
raise my hand.  Everybody could see I shaved mine, too.

   "Then, almost ten years ago there was a breakthrough even more
important than `The Pill'.  `The Shot' eliminated all danger of STDs while
providing months of foolproof birth control.

   "The second sexual revolution moved even faster than the first. 
Mini-skirts are back, along with all the hot styles of the 60s.  As Ayn
Rand said, `Short skirts are the height of feminine elegance, and feminine
elegance is the highest of the Arts'.  We've had some innovations, too,
like the Nipple Ring dress and the Sorenson style blouse most of you girls
are wearing.  It's nearly impossible to buy a woman's top that doesn't come
pre-stained today.  Even little girls wear tops embroidered with patterns
that are clearly represent cum stains."

   He was right.  All my blouses looked like boys had cum all over them. 
It was shameful, but unless your family made your clothes at home, girls
could only buy what was for sale.  At least I was no different from
everybody else.

   "The result is an openly sexual society.  We enjoy more feminine
promiscuity than any other generation in history.  Surveys of happiness
among both sexes are the highest ever.

   "Which brings us to The Program.

   "Children aren't ready for sex, so they are still protected by law. 
When children reach puberty, their bodies are ready for sex, but their
emotions are still transitioning from childhood to sexual maturity.  For
most of us, this is a confusing and frustrating time.  It's even worse if
society or our families are trying to stifle our newly developing sexual
desires.

   "The Program solved this problem.  By forcing adolescents into nudity
and sexually charged situations in a school environment where they've been
trained to obey authority, Program students are freed from their natural
and social inhibitions.  Their hormones take over, and by the end of their
week they've grown up and reached a level of sexual enjoyment that previous
generations didn't achieve for six to ten more years.

   "The Program works.  Practically every boy and girl graduating High
School today has already been sexually active for an average of five years,
and surveys show they now average over thirty partners.  Everybody wins."

   ___

   The Truth about Chastity

   When I got home Tuesday night my parents were waiting for me.  "Sit
down, young lady," said my dad.  "Your mother and I would like an
explanation of what you've been doing at school."

   I licked my lips and tried to decide what to say.  I'd been dreading
this moment, but I knew they'd find out eventually.  "Well, daddy, you and
mom know about `The Program', and even though we all hate it there isn't
any choice when a girl gets picked for it.  If she doesn't undress she
won't graduate."

   Daddy sighed.  Mother looked angry.  I plunged ahead.  "You know that
TLW had a rally on Monday to protest The Program.  I was there even though
they forced me to be naked, because they said it was a school function."

   Both of them looked surprised, but mother didn't look any less mad and
daddy didn't look any less stern.  "Why didn't you tell us this?  We would
have supported you.  We've raised you to be a very decent and proper young
lady and we're proud of the way you always stood up for that."

   "I know, daddy, but I was scared.  I tried to object when they put me in
The Program, but Principal Johnson said that I should do it anyway, so that
I could prove to the whole school that a girl with real moral beliefs can't
be corrupted even when she is forced to be naked.  I thought it was my duty
to show them.

   "Then after they made me undress at the protest I gave an interview to
the TV news.  I was really afraid you'd see that and be ashamed of me, so I
went straight up to my room last night.  I didn't want to talk about it, I
just wanted it to be over."

   "All right, young lady.  If that's what happened, you should have told
us.  But you still have to explain this." Daddy turned on his iPad and
handed it to me.  A video started playing.  It was a from a camera in the
cafeteria at lunch today, and I got a sinking feeling when I recognized
every one of the kids in the picture.  Including me.  Mother looked away,
but daddy moved to where he could see better.  I was mortified and tried to
turn away, but he forced me to watch as my friends and I had a discussion
that couldn't be heard over the lunchroom noise.  We saw Bubbles join in.
"This afternoon your school emailed us a link to their web site.  They were
sending us a progress report, and they actually seemed to think we would be
proud of you." Daddy watched me get down on my knees in front of Phil.  He
saw Phil's stiff penis pointing at my face.  "We shouldn't have to tell you
that your mother and I are very ashamed of you.  We did not raise you to
behave like a strumpet, even when you are a fully grown, married woman."

   Now daddy watched me stick out my tongue and wiggle it on Phil's
scrotum, then lick up the length of his shaft and slip his cock head in my
mouth.

   "This kind of behavior reflects on your whole family.  This link is on
your High School web site, and the whole world can see it.  They can see MY
DAUGHTER sucking a boy's cock in her school cafeteria while all her friends
look on.  How do you think I feel about that?"

   I know how I felt.  Embarrassed.  Humiliated.  Mortified.

   And suddenly, surprised!  Daddy was holding the iPad on his knees, and
there, only inches away, was a huge bulge in his pants!

   I was shocked before.  Now I was stunned.  Momma was clearly angry, and
daddy was trying to look stern, but now I noticed that he was watching the
video with the same look that I'd been seeing in the eyes of boys since I
first took off my clothes on Monday.

   No.  This couldn't be right.  I had to be imagining things.  I'd known
my daddy all my life, and never once had there been a single moment when he
had thoughts like that about any woman; not even my mom, and certainly not
me!

   On the screen, Phil began shooting streams of white cum all over my
face.

   Daddy couldn't take his eyes away.

   Mom and Daddy lectured me for two hours, then they sent me up to my room
for the rest of the night.  They couldn't get me out of The Program, but I
was grounded until further notice.

   I was reading in bed when I heard a knock at my door.  Daddy came in and
sat down at the foot of my bed.  He told me that even though I was a very
bad girl, he and my mother still loved me and wanted to help me get through
my week.  "We understand what it's like to be a teenager, and we know how
hard it is to be good sometimes.  That's why we're going to change the
rules a little."

   I thought I was done being surprised for the night, but I was wrong. 
"Have you ever touched yourself on your pussy?"

   I was too scared to admit I'd almost gone out of my mind playing with my
pussy last night.  I shook my head.

   "This is something boys and girls your age do.  After what happened to
you this week, it's a pretty tame thing to do.  I just want you to know
that it's all right.  In fact, it's a very good way to make yourself feel
nice, and it helps keep your horniness under control so you don't do things
like you did at lunch today.  In fact, I want you to do it whenever you
feel like it.  You should try it as soon as I leave.

   "Also, it's OK if you sleep in the nude.  It's good practice for
school."

   "OK, daddy.  I will.  Thank you, and I'll try to be a good girl for you
and momma."

   Daddy gave me a kiss goodnight and walked out of my bedroom.  It was an
accident that his hand brushed my breast as he stood up to go.

   But he left my door wide open.

   Part III.  Wednesday

   Chastity's Answer (NiS, Mf) Chastity learns that there's no such thing
as 'Just Fucking'.  It's important to do it right!  She imparts her new
knowledge at the meeting of True Love Waits, but the best lesson is the one
she teaches her parents.



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