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 The Substitute in Middle School (DS, Mm, Fm, humil.)

   The following work of fiction allegedly takes place in Karen Wagner's
universe (/~NIS/Naked.htm) and freely borrows or
embellishes characters and situations invented by Karen Wagner.  If it
departs from Karen's vision, that's my fault.  The perspective in this
story is that of an adult.  Like many, I find the "Naked in School"
universe intriguing.  My own personal interest (as if you care) is in the
adults in that community.

   Reading the fine stories that take place in the NIS universe, I couldn't
help but wonder whether some of the mothers that chose to shop naked in the
mall would succumb to feelings of arousal and enjoy liaisons with each
other or with some of the men in town.  I wondered whether Miss Hooker
would find a way to take her rather obvious interest in submission and anal
play to the next level.  And I wondered whether Mr.  Dilford's last, naked
day of teaching would have any interesting consequences for him.

   This story is "free as in speech."

   *****

   The Substitute thought Mrs.  Cody was an elegant and charming
professional.  Her office was tasteful, and her suggestion of a pot of tea
was traditional and comforting.  It almost made up for the fact that she
was, as usual, fully dressed and he was almost completely naked.

   He sat on the couch, saucer balanced on his thigh, sipping tea and being
very careful not to spill the tea and scald himself in his most sensitive
area.  The ritual of Afternoon Tea, he mused, hadn't evolved with naked men
in mind.  His eyes dropped to his black brogues and executive-length gray
socks, the only clothes he wore.

   Wearing socks and shoes was practical for his work as a teacher, but
they seemed to heighten his awareness of his nudity.  He would have
preferred flip-flops or sandals, shoes that were suggestive of swimming or
sunbathing.  He felt somehow that he would be more at ease if the few
articles of clothuing he wore didn't emphasize his nakedness.

   The Substitute politely thanked Mrs.  Cody for the tea and she continued
her introduction to the school.  "We introduced The Program on Monday, and
after four days the students and staff have begun to adapt.  It's not like
the idea is new to anyone, but some people need time to adjust to the idea
of The Program for our Middle School students."

   "Now," she continued briskly, "I see from this Letter of Introduction
that you have already been substituting in schools implementing The
Program. And, of course, I reviewed your psych evaluations.  They are quite
up to date and naturally you will be quite able to handle our students
professionally."

   "I realize that some of the other schools permit, even encourage sexual
fraternization between students and faculty.  There will be no such
activities here.  Do we understand each other?" The Substitute nodded,
almost abstractly.  His own tastes ran to mature women, and he surveyed
Mrs. Cody, idly imaging what her figure must have been like when she was in
her prime.

   Mrs.  Cody clearly didn't need to pretend she was still young: she wore
her silver hair in a French Braid down to the nape of her neck.  She was
wearing a white, starched blouse that resembled an archaic pique fronted
wing collar shirt, the type a gentleman once wore with white tie.  In place
of a tie she wore an amber broach at her collar, secured with a honey
coloured ribbon.  Her bosom swelled out from her waist.  While the years
had obviously added a few pounds to her body, her waist was still
relatively slender.

   Mrs.  Cody's tweed skirt draped over her swelling hips and swirled as
she moved between desk and the coffee table where she had placed the tea
service.  She looked down to refill her own cup, then reached out to take
the Substitute's cup to refill it.  She froze, concerned.

   "Sir!" She seemed slightly annoyed.  "What's the meaning of this?" The
Substitute followed her gaze to his lap, where the results of his idle
daydreaming were asserting themselves.  Aroused, his cock had begun its
journey to full hardness and was jutting obviously at her.

   "Umm, I'm sorry about that, it must be the stimulation of the tea,
perhaps, I..." She cut his explanation off with a gesture.  Her lips
pursed. "This is most unprofessional!  I really don't know what to do with
you."

   The Substitute felt slightly off balance and very embarrassed, but he
attempted a recovery.  "Look, Mrs.  Cody, I agree that under normal
circumstances this would be inappropriate, however the whole point of The
Program is to break the conventions and patterns of social behaviour that
lock people into arbitrary positions of subservience."

   Mrs.  Cody's brows wrinkled and the laugh lines around her eyes
deepened. "You can't be seriously suggesting that it is appropriate for a
gentleman to sit in my office in this rampant state as if it's the most
normal thing in the world, can you?"

   The Substitute swallowed.  "Mrs.  Cody, I mean no disrespect.  However,
consider this: the rules of propriety are clearly in flux.  A few decades
ago no-one could have imagined that it would be appropriate for me to be
seated in your office without clothes, or that we would be teaching classes
where some or all of the students are without clothes.  Yet here we are."

   Mrs.  Cody nodded, but pressed her point.  "Well said, however I am not
questioning your nudity, rather your obvious state of priapus.  What say
you to that?"

   The Substitute in turn nodded, stroking his chin.  "I think I understand
the issue.  There is an underlying assumption that if some part of my
conscious or unconscious worldview includes you in an aspect as a sexual
figure, it necessarily diminishes or dilutes all professional aspects."

   "However, if we presume that our minds may simultaneously respect and
admire a fellow professional while simultaneously holding a physical
attraction, then there is no dilution of professionalism.  In fact, the two
may enhance each other: perhaps a gentleman may admire a lady even more for
her professionalism when he considers how she must have overcome her
femininity and pulchritude during past days when such things made
professional advancement more challenging."

   Mrs.  Cody smiled, and her hands unconsciously smoothed down her skirt.
She took the cup from his thigh and filled it, handing it back to him with
a smile.

   "That is a very fine response.  This is exactly what I'm looking for
from my teachers: an ability to articulate why The Program provides
advancement for society and an important part of the true education of a
young gentleman or young lady."

   Instead of retaking her seat behind the desk, Mrs.  Cody sat beside the
Substitute on the couch.  He took a sip of his tea and placed it on the
table in front of them.  Mrs Cody leaned next to him and he could smell
just the faintest hint of a clean, citrus and floral perfume.

   Her hand reached over and her fingers lightly danced up and down his
thigh.  "Perhaps I should inspect you and see what you are, ah, bringing to
class?"

   The Substitute bit back a groan.  Obediently, his cock rose further. 
Mrs.  Cody's stroking intensified, and he felt her fingers grasping his
thigh firmly.  "Spread your legs," she ordered, and he did so.

   Mrs.  Cody's fingers were no longer delicately teasing him.  Her free
hand began to squeeze the muscles in his leg with authority.  The
Substitute marvelled at how she could control him so surely, so
confidently, with her free hand while she sipped tea delicately with the
other.  Her legs were crossed elegantly, and he could see that her
practical oxblood brogues were obviously well used but polished to a gleam.

   Mrs.  Cody probed for a pressure point inside his knee.  Suddenly, her
fingers seemed to bore directly into the joint of his knee and his body
convulsed.  Arching his back, he groaned as she expertly located a
sensitive nerve point.

   The Substitute's hands grasped the cushions of the couch, fingers
digging in for purchase.  He felt as if he would jacknife right onto the
floor if he let go.  His loins felt lke they were aflame.  His erection
pulsed, throbbing with every pounding heartbeat.

   Mrs.  Cody observed his reaction, pursing her lips, then spoke.  "I do
think that it is essential for those in our profession to have a complete
command of both the body and the mind of the students in our charge, don't
you agree?" The Substitute could only nod.  Although he wasn't in actual
pain, it seemed like his entire brain had been hijacked by the intense
stimulation of his leg.

   Mrs.  Cody released his knee abruptly.  He felt a sudden rush of heat
through his body, and if he had been hard before, he now felt like his
penis would explode as the heat reached his groin.  His head seemed to
swell even further and he felt like his testes were twice their usual
weight and size.

   As his leg muscles relaxed, they settled back to the couch and he felt
their heat against his now extremely sensitive testicles.  That slight
brush was almost enough to drive him to orgasm, and for a moment he was
striken, engulfed in a shameful fear that he would pump his seed right
before Mrs.  Cody's eyes, without her even touching his penis.

   The thought of her hand around his member, of her stern caress, of her
milking his sperm, excited him tremendously.  He had a sudden vision of her
testing his responsiveness, of her measuring the volume and force of his
ejaculation, perhaps even tasting it.  Once again he felt himself approach
the brink and he tore himself away from the fantasy with a physical
shudder. He shook himself and looked at Mrs.  Cody.

   Mrs.  Cody stood over him, smoothing down her tweed skirt.  Her breasts
swelled beneath her starched blouse and heaved as she spoke.

   "I am not going to rule you out as a teacher in my school.  You do show
some promise, and your physical devotion is remarkable.  I may be able to
do something with you in time, and with rigorous training.  It will not be
easy, and I cannot say whether you will succeed or fail.  However, I am
very busy and I have no more time for you today.

   "If you wish to teach in this school, I suggest you prove yourself
worthy of my time.  You may begin at once.  There is another teacher here
who, despite having a very fine mind and, in my opinion, excellent
potential to work within The Program, has not satisfied my expectations. 
He will be leaving the faculty today.

   "His class has been disrupted by his actions and may need remedial work
to be brought up to the standards of The Program.  Proceed to Mr. 
Dilford's classroom, observe the students, and formulate a plan of action
for restoring the class to full harmony with The Program.  I'll meet you in
the classroom at the end of the period to obtain your report."

   "That's all." Mrs.  Cody turned from him, her rear swaying.  She sat at
her desk.  The Substitute swallowed and made as if to speak.

   "I said that's all.  Be so good as to close the door behind you."

   The Substitute nodded and took his leave, closing the door behind him.
Mrs.  Cody appeared to take no notice, busying herself with paperwork.  His
mind was agog as he walked down the hallway.  Her mastery of the situation
was breathtaking: he knew that had she desired it, he would have submitted
to any degradation, to any painful act.  She simply had a talent for taking
control.

   The Substitute also couldn't help speculating about her body.  What, he
wondered, would she look like stripped of her clothes, naked and kneeling
before him?  Perhaps, he mused, he would allow her the ribbon around her
neck to enhance her nakedness.

   The Substitute was so engrossed in his daydreams that he walked to Mr.
Dilford's class and entered it without giving any thought to his own
nakedness and enormous erection.  He suddenly became aware of his
surroundings.

   "I said, what the hell is going on here?"

   The Substitute blinked.  He was standing in the entrance of the
classroom.  The voice he heard must have come from the angry man standing
in front of him.  Make that the angry naked man: it appeared that the class
was being taught by a naked teacher.

   "Mr.  Dilford, I presume?  I'm..." But The Substitute was interrupted.

   "I don't care who you are or what you think you're doing here.  This is
my last day in this school and I'll not tolerate anyone marching in here
advertising sex, sex, sex.  Get out!"

   The Substitute raised his hands deferentially.  "I beg your pardon, I
meant no disrespect.  I'm here to assist you and I certainly wish to
preserve the decorum of your classroom exactly as you wish.  If you'll just
give me a moment, I'm sure I'll have things, um, under control."

   Mr.  Dilford laughed.  "I doubt that very much.  You youngsters are all
the same, not a shred of self control." He turned to the class.  "You see
here why I am personally opposed to The Program.  There's a lot of fine
talk about learning to accept your bodies and respect each other, but at
the end of the day it turns every class into sexual education.  Even the
teachers need some education, like this youngster."

   "Pardon me?" The Substitute queried.

   "I said you need some education.  Climb up here on what used to be my
desk.  Hurry, there isn't that much time left and I want to use this
opportunity to discuss the importance of Passion in Literature."

   The Substitute hesitated.  Mr.  Dilford pressed him.  "You said you are
here to assist me.  Well, I'm telling you how you can help.  Climb up here
on my desk.  Go ahead, get up on the desk and lie down on your back."

   The Substitute followed Mr.  Dilford's instructions, climbing onto the
desk and laying on his back.  His feet dangled foolishly over the edge, his
side to the students.  Mr.  Dilford roughly moved the Substitute so that
his head was in the middle of the desk and his buttocks were on the edge.
He placed The Substitute's hands at his sides.  The Substitute's cock
remained hard.

   "Class," Mr Dilford turned to the class, picking up a pointer, "I want
you to observe this man as he attempts to control his passions." Mr. 
Dilford began to lightly tap the pointer on The Substitute's body, making
him aware of his sensitivity to touch.  He felt its rough and impersonal
caress on his thighs, his belly, his armpits, and his nipples.  Mr. 
Dilford continued his lecture.

   "Writing is about passion.  Through our literature we tell future
generations of our passions, our desires, our inner thoughts.  But to
write, we must have something to write about.  We must be passionate."

   The pointer now stroked The Substitute's thighs, lightly caressing his
testes as it moved into his groin.  The Substitute was not calming down, he
was becoming even more aroused as this stern and domineering man controlled
his senses.

   Mr.  Dilford moved to the front of the desk and suddenly grasped The
Substitute's ankles.  Lifting them up, he rolled The Substitute backwards
until his body was upside down and he was resting on his shoulders with his
torso in the air.  Mr.  Dilford expertly continued rolling The Substitute
over until his knees rested on the desk behind him.

   The Substitute's neck was bent and he looked upwards at his own swollen
cock.  Mr.  Dilford continued his harangue.  "Sexual desire and
gratification are all too easy to mistake for passion.  And through The
Program you will be exposed... I beg your pardon I did not mean to
introduce a pun, I should say you will observe and participate in numerous
acts of a sexual nature."

   Mr.  Dilford reached out and grasped the Substitute's cock with his free
hand.  The Substitute groaned softly.  He was torn.  He was thrilled,
excited immensely by Mrs.  Cody's earlier domination of him.  Submitting to
her, even for such a brief moment, opened up a new world of feeling and
sensation.

   But he didn't want to submit to the arrogant Mr.  Dilford.  He
especially wanted to deny Mr.  Dilford victory over him in the form of an
orgasm.  Yet Mr.  Dilford's controlling behaviour brought irresistible
echoes of Mrs.  Cody... The Substitute knew he could get up and leave the
situation, but that would also be a victory for Mr.  Dilford, a clear
admission that Mr.  Dilford had control over The Substitute's body.  If he
could somehow hold out until the end of the class he would have a respite
over the commanding Mr.  Dilford.

   Mr.  Dilford began to stroke The Substitute's cock gently as he spoke to
the class.  "Sex without passion is a part of human sociology and deserves
description in print.  But the line between pornography and literature is
defined by passion, not by vocabulary.  When sex occurs without passion,
there is nothing to celebrate, nothing to communicate."

   Mr.  Dilford looked down at The Substitute.  "You poor fellow, you're
going to come, aren't you?  I can feel how much you want to release
yourself, how much you want to let your juices explode from your hard
cock." The Substitute turned his head, ashamed.

   "Look at me when I'm speaking to you!" Despite himself, The Substitute
turned his head back, obeying Mr.  Dilford's command.

   "Yes, you must obey me.  You are quite the little submissive.  And that
shames you, doesn't it?  I can see you're ashamed.  And you don't want to
come, do you?  Because you're ashamed, isn't that right?  You don't want to
come all over yourself in front of a classroom full of adolescents, do you?
And yet your shame excites you, doesn't it?  Your shame is what gives you
fear and yet gives you such desire."

   With every hissing question, The Substitute's excitement grew.  Mr. 
Dilford's eyes narrowed.  "Your mind is open to anyone who cares to read
what is printed across your face.  Obviously you've had a little session
with Mrs.  Cody, and she has indulged herself." Mr.  Dilford laughed.  "Oh
yes, I know all about her, and I have my own plans to deal with her in the
fullness of time.  But now..."

   As Mr.  Dilford spoke of Mrs.  Cody, The Substitute couldn't help
thinking of her, of how much he wanted to please her and be worthy of her.
She would find his present situation disgraceful.  She would be
disappointed.

   The Substitute thought of meeting with her later in the day.  He thought
of her body in his arms, moving against him, her breasts against his chest,
the feeling of her bottom in his hands.  He thrilled at the memory of her
remarks about his manhood.  Mr.  Dilford continued to masturbate The
Substitute and his hips began to respond.  He desperately wanted to hold
out, to reserve his semen for Mrs.  Cody, but he was being milked expertly
by Mr.  Dilford.  He felt his cock begin to throb and knew it was too late
to stop.

   "Yes, you cannot hold back, cum for me, cum right now, accept your shame
and release yourself to me.  Accept your submission to my control." The
Substitute cried out as Mr.  Dilford's contemptuous words struck him like a
lash.  He felt the rush of semen though his cock and then the hot, wet
spurts as his come erupted onto his chest.

   Mr.  Dilford milked him, directing the spurts first here and there as
The Substitute's semen continued to shoot all over himself.  Mr.  Dilford
made sure that the come ran down his chest and onto his face, directing one
particularly long burst onto The Substitute's neck, under his chin, and
then across his lips.

   The Substitute shuddered as the flows diminished until he was twitching,
giving only dry, empty thrusts.  He was completely drained.  He collapsed
from his position and curled up on the desk.  He was barely aware of the
bell and the sounds of the class as they rushed from the room.  The school
day was over.

   Mr.  Dilford leaned over him and whispered into his ear.  "Please give
my regards to Mrs.  Cody.  I think I hear her coming to inspect your
progress." And then he heard Mr.  Dilford's footsteps and he was alone,
utterly alone.