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Brianna, 13, finds out on her very first day how wise it is to follow all the principal's orders, no matter how embarrassing. Not all the girls are so wise. (Mf-teens, youths, reluc, forced-exh, huml, control) *** Darwin Girls' Middle School 1: Nudity Training "So, tomorrow is your first day! We're proud of you. How do you feel about it?" "Daddy, I feel great. It's like I've got a new start, a chance to really do good." "How do you feel about Darwin being an all girls' school?" "Pretty good. Boys waste class time, like showing off and stuff. I think it'll be more serious with all girls." "Where's the boys' school?" "Um, Wallace is the old Springfield Elementary, it's only a couple blocks away from Darwin." "We got some information by mail from Darwin today. Did you know all your teachers will be men, and the boys will have all women?" "I knew about our teachers. Some girls at the mall were talking about it." (Giggling was more like it. Like, what we'd do if the gym teacher barged right in the locker room!) "The literature we got says that under the new laws, corporal punishment may be administered by the principal, without telling the parents in advance and 'without recourse after the fact'. Do you know what that means?" I start to laugh. "Uh, he can kill us?" "No, that's capital punishment. 'Corporal' means he can inflict pain, usually in public, to humiliate a girl. And we can't do anything about it. They give a couple of examples, like 'striking the student with a ruler across the knuckles, or, in severe cases, giving a bare bottom spanking.' So if..." "But he couldn't, I mean he could I guess if that's what it says, but surely he wouldn't dare! That would be like, so gross! So pervy!" "I don't know the principal, so I can't say. But I don't think they would mention it unless they were prepared to carry it out. I can't imagine a good girl like you getting that badly in trouble. But I want you to promise me two things." "Yes?" "One, that you really buckle down to your schoolwork. You are 13 now and that means you aren't a child any more. And two, I want you to obey every order every teacher gives you, without any hesitation or backtalk, and if you think it's unfair we'll consider it when you get home. I don't want you to be the poster child for corporal punishment. Let some other girl be the victim." "OK." "Now there's some stuff about curriculum changes, but it's not very specific. I guess you know by now that the reason for segregating the sexes is that boys and girls are now on different learning tracks. All it says here in the literature is 'to prepare Darwin girls for their future under the new laws.' I suppose that refers to Auction Day." I just nod. It's kind of embarrassing to talk to your father about that. They showed an Auction this past summer on TV. There were all these girls who had just turned 16 standing in line on a stage. And the camera only showed them from the waist up, but you just knew they were totally naked! Then each one came forward and the 16 and 17 year old boys on the floor started calling out their bids. Then afterwards they showed the girls crying, saying goodbye to their families, and getting into cars with the boys and their parents, going to their new homes. And of course we all knew that every girl would be having sex with her new owner right away, whether she liked him or not, and not just once but every day, or even more than once a day. I've heard some boys want it, like, all the time! I just can't figure what a school could teach me that would prepare me for that! But it's in my future, in every girl's future. That was the end of the conversation, but I could tell my parents were both worried. I knew neither one had supported the new laws, but they passed, and so that is that. *** Next morning I put on my new school uniform, blue jumper over white blouse, sneakers. That marked me as a newbie, only 13 year olds wear blue. When I got to school and thumbed the plate, the computer gave me directions to the gym. Many other girls my own age, all dressed like me, were pouring in. There was a lot of chatter until the bell rang and four men entered. The best dressed man was even wearing a tie, which you hardly ever see these days. He was like, an old guy, maybe even 50, with pale blue eyes in a well-lined face. There was another man, kind of short but very muscular, with him, and then there were two younger men in blue uniforms who went to the side of the room. The older man spoke first. "Good morning. The man on my right is your gym teacher, Mr. Herringbone, and the two guards in uniform are Mr. Phillips on the left, and Mr. Cowszliz on the right. I'm Mr. Trefthen, your principal. "Ever since passage of the new laws last May, we have been struggling with developing a different curriculum for girls. As you know, each of you will be going to Auction and entering into slavery on the Saturday following your 16th birthday. Our job, our only job, is to prepare you for that day and for a lifetime of servitude. So we have had to jettison much of what we used to teach girls your age, while continuing to teach the boys at Wallace much the same as always. "Your major course, and I will say it is the only course that really matters, will last the entire morning for all three years you are here. It is called "How To Please A Boy", and you can stop giggling now, because there is a lot more to learn than just sex. We have four teachers dividing up the 72 of you. You will be studying and practicing such things as food shopping, cooking and cleaning, personal hygiene, application of makeup, etiquette, diction, and much more. "Your second year of Pleasing will include some physical contact with boys. You will learn, for example, how to wash and cut a boy's hair, and how to give manicures and pedicures and nonsexual massages. Boys will come up in groups from Wallace and you will have an opportunity to practice these skills on them. It is only at the very end of the second year that you will see boys nude, when you practice showering them. You will be wearing swimsuits. There were gasps from us. "Naturally, the boys will become aroused. But you will have had sufficient training with our anatomically correct dummies to know how to Please them while still maintaining your swimsuit, or at least the bottom part of it. "You will be introduced to sexual intercourse, or what we call Full Pleasing, in your third year, when you are 15. Your partner is chosen at random and varies with each visit you make to Wallace. He will give you your grade for the day. Consistently poor grades are a warning sign to potential bidders, but an occasional poor grade may be expected and can be erased by a makeup exam with the same boy the next day. Our experience has been that 15 year old boys are quite easy to Please and consequently, most girls get straight 'A's' in third year class. Some boys raise the bar by insisting that both partners experience orgasm. We try to discourage this, because it is quite unnecessary to be concerned about the pleasure of a female slave, except of course at breeding time. "You are probably pretty relieved that this won't happen for a couple more years. But there is one thing we are going to ask you to do today that may surprise and temporarily embarrass you. We are about to ask you to take off all your clothes." We all gasp simultaneously. "There are two reasons for this. The shyness you have been taught as children has served you well, but you are growing up and going into a society that, frankly, is ruled by men. And men like to look. So we want you to start getting rid of your inhibitions. All girls will be taking a mandatory one hour nude gym class every afternoon. Naturally we have modified the gym curriculum to eliminate contact sports, and we do allow socks and sneakers. Each gym session will start with calisthenics, followed by rope climbing or badminton and the like, but most of your time will be spent on gymnastics. Mr. Herringbone is an expert teacher, and will be assisting you as you learn various skills. We feel the abilities to bend and twist lithely that you learn in gymnastics will serve you well in third year Pleasing. "You are probably thinking right now about how impossible it will be for you to keep your private parts private under these circumstances. It's not possible. That's the whole point. We believe you will be surprised as to how quickly you adjust. And there are certain protections for you built into the school rules, the most important being that no teacher is allowed to touch a student, whether she is clothed or unclothed, except incidentally or to prevent imminent harm. "There are two exceptions to this rule. I am allowed to touch a girl for disciplinary or health reasons, and Mr. Herringbone is allowed to touch you while he is physically assisting you in a gymnastics routine. "As you exercise in the nude, you might notice teachers coming and going, and some of them might wish to stand on the sidelines and watch you. You will be too busy to do anything silly like cover yourselves, so I suggest you just ignore them. After gym, all girls are required to take a shower, and as our showers are limited in number, you will always share with another girl. You may wish to assist each other in soaping up hard to reach places. Do not be concerned if Mr. Herringbone or other teachers observe you while showering, we are just doing our jobs in making sure you are clean. "The other reason we are about to ask you to disrobe is that we are mandated under the law to establish for each one of you a Dossier. It will contain a record of any discipline taken against you and of your grades in all three years of Pleasing Class, plus the boys' written comments about your Pleasing skills. In addition, your Dossier will include a complete portfolio of nude photos of you, taken monthly over the years you are here. As the months run on, a record thus will be established showing how your breasts developed, hips widened, labia thickened and elongated, pubic hair developed, and so on. "This is important to bidders, because not only will they see your developmental history, but they can project in their imaginations how you might look when you are fully adult. Your Dossier remains here at the school for public viewing until the day of Auction. Any boy of any age at any time, whether of not he is a serious bidder, can come by Darwin and ask to see your Dossier. Of course, we cannot and do not try to weed out boys who just come by because they like to look at full color close-up photos of the exposed genitalia of young girls. We provide a private room for viewing. On Auction Day, the Dossier joins you in the backstage room where boys may look at it and give you one final genital examination before going out to the bidder's section. "At this point, I'm going to ask any girls who are on their periods to leave and go to Room 227. Mr. Carrington will be there to line you up and have you pull down your panties to your ankles. Then he will walk down the line and ask each of you to raise your jumper. We will assume any girl not wearing a pad or tampon is lying to us, and she will be subject to discipline." A number of girls left, looking relieved and embarrassed. "We have now come to the point where I am ordering you to undress. At the end of five minutes, any girl who is not completely naked will be singled out for special attention and probably for discipline. You may retain your shoes." For maybe fifteen seconds nobody did anything. We all started talking and looking around to see what everyone else was doing. But then I thought about what I'd promised my father. And I looked at the two guards, who were grinning like hell, and I wondered exactly what Mt. T. meant by 'special attention' and I realized I didn't want to find out. So I fixed my eyes on him, took a step forward, grasped the hem of my jumper, and began to raise it. Immediately some of the others started to do the same thing. The hard part was after my blouse was off and I had to choose between my little training bra and my panties. I hesitated, then turned around with my back to Mr. T., facing the girls. A few were already topless. Of course there wasn't that much to see, basically just small mounds, that's all I have, too. With my back to the principal, I shucked off the bra and just slid my panties right down and off before I had time to think about it. When I turned carefully around, Mr. Trefthen was looking squarely at me. He had been looking at my bare fanny! I squeaked and covered my breasts with one arm and my pussy with the other hand. He frowned. I looked back over my shoulder and saw most of the girls still had their panties on. I turned back, smiled at Mr. T., uncovered myself. He smiled back, took a good look, then ostentatiously looked at his watch. "Two minutes left. Hands at your sides when you are bare." At the end of the five minutes, we were all nude except for two girls. One was a little thing, looked more like twelve than thirteen, who was bare from the waist up, looking pretty much like a boy on top, except for bigger and softer-looking nipples. She still was wearing panties. Her face was very red and her hands were at her waistband. She appeared to be frozen. Mr. T. didn't say a word, just motioned to one of the guards. Mr. Cowszliz stepped forward and leaned down and whispered something in the girl's ear. She gasped and started to tremble. Then he kneeled in front of her and very slowly peeled her panties down, his nose just about touching her tiny bare slit. Mr. Trefthen then turned his attention to the remaining girl, who was still fully dressed. She was taller than most of us and appeared to be older than thirteen, but I don't think she could be. She had jet black hair and a slightly darker complexion, possibly Mediterranean. "Your name is?" "Golna Akham." "And why aren't you naked, Miss Akham?" "Because, sir, I am Muslim, and my parents would not allow me to undress before a man not my husband." "Miss Akham, I understand what you say, but your parent's wishes, frankly, do not matter. Under the new laws, while you are at school, the principal is considered to be legally your parents. It is called 'in loco parentis'. If you cannot remove your clothing , we will remove it now. We will remove it gently if you do not put up a fuss. But if you struggle, your clothing will be removed forcibly, and you may suffer some pain as it is ripped off your body." There were gasps from the girls, followed by dead silence. Miss Akham wet her lips as if to speak, then compressed them. Suddenly a girl standing next to her spoke. "Let the perverts do it, Golna. If you do not assist, there is no shame." A very sad look came over Golna's face. She nodded and raised her arms. Mr. Trefthen had her turn around and face us girls. He undressed her from the rear gently, as he had promised. When she was down to undergarments, he calmly unhooked her bra and lifted it off, showing us the largest breasts in the room. Her aureoles, even darker than her skin, surrounded prominent nipples. He grasped her panties by the waistband and lowered them all the way down, revealing a totally bare mound and slit, the latter set off by two tender pouting lips. Then he came around to her front. "What's this?" said Mr. T., pointing. "It is fitrah, all Muslim men and women shave themselves in that place." "Fitrah?" "It is the right thing, it is part of hygiene, we think it is necessary, and looks better." "I told you all that any girl who was not naked at the end of five minutes would get special attention, or even discipline. There were two such girls. I would like the girl who had to have her panties pulled down to come here." The poor little thing sidled forward, an absolutely terrified look on her face. "What is your name?" "Melissa, sir." "Melissa, I think you wanted to pull your panties down, but just kind of froze, so I'm just going to give you one spank on your bare fanny. Please turn around and bend slightly forward, placing your hands on your thighs just above your knees." It was over in a second. His hand made a kind of a loud smack, but I think that's just how Mr. Trefthen curled it. I don't think he hit her very hard, even though she started crying. I felt sorry for her that she was so embarrassed in front of us, but at the same time I was glad to think I was smart enough to avoid discipline. "Miss Akham, your case is a bit more serious. I want you to continue facing the girls and start doing jumping jacks." Of course it was very humiliating for her. It was even embarrassing to watch. Her breasts bobbled about every which way, and every time her legs came wide apart, her outer labia pulled open and she flashed us pink. She must have regretted being shaved. "OK, stop." Mr. T. turned to the guards. "I want you to pick up a mat or two and take her to Mr. Herringbone's office. Have her do hard calisthenics, anything you can think up, until she is hot and sweaty. Then spend an additional 15 minutes making her pose for you in any naughty manner you can imagine. You cannot touch her. If she refuses any request, come see me and we will proceed with more punishment." As they left with her, both sickos were grinning. "OK girls, I'm going to hand out to each of you a medical history form and a pen, it's a little awkward, but you can sit on the mats to fill it out." I kept my legs tightly together while I filled it out. The form was just the usual stuff, immunizations, ever break a bone, what drugs are you taking, surgery history, etc. Until I got to the last page. "Date of first period. ...Date last period started, Date ended... Date of first appearance of pubic hair...Age at time of first masturbation...Approximate frequency of masturbation, weekly...Describe in an essay of 100-300 words your masturbatory techniques, i.e., one or both hands, foreign object usage, if penetration is effected, etc....In the last week, how many men or boys have placed their penises in your vagina...In the last month, year, lifetime. History of VD, pubic lice? Of course I'm a virgin. As far as the masturbation, I figured I could safely underestimate how often, didn't want Mr. T. to think I'm like, a slut. Plus I kind of toned down what I do. I mean, really 300 words isn't enough to cover everything, if you know what I mean. He had us put down our forms. "Now I'm going to take girls one by one into the training room for photography, the rest of you can form a line, hands by your sides, and Mr. Herringbone will start you out on calisthenics." He looked at me. "Come, you were the first girl to completely undress, please bring your form, thank you." He pointed to the examination room and walked behind me, no doubt enjoying how my little bare butt waggled as I walked. Inside, he took my weight and height. They were the first things to go in my Dossier. Then while I just stood there, he went right to the last page of my medical history form. I blushed when I saw he was reading what I wrote about masturbation. Then that went in the file, too. Suddenly I realized any boy could read it anytime. Backstage on Auction Day, a boy could look at hundreds of explicit pictures of me, read what boys I had Pleased had to say, make me pose for an intimate examination, read about or make me tell him exactly what I do to jill off...and only then decide how much to bid. Finally it was time to be photographed. T. took one shot of me facing him, legs together, so really there wasn't very much to see, certainly not much on top. I don't have much hair down below and what I have is pretty fine (I'm blonde.). So really all he could see is a tiny crease way down low. Then he took a side view and one from the back, well, 'that's not too bad', I thought, 'who cares about butts anyway.' But then he had me bend forward, hands on ankles, legs wide apart, snapping a half dozen pics from behind. And then I had to get up on the examination table, feet in the stirrups which he opened wider than I thought possible. And then he crouched down and snapped away, naming every part as he centered it in the lens, telling me how nice I looked down there, embarrassing me beyond belief. I didn't have the brains to keep my trap shut, I was so ashamed I couldn't think straight, I just blurted out: "Do you see lots of vaginas?" Of course as soon as I said it, I felt like an idiot. "Actually, Miss Carruthers, I don't expect to see any vaginas. Vaginas are internal organs that can't be examined without a speculum, and I don't intend to do that. I think you are trying to find the right word. A fancy word for what I'm looking at is pudendum, but few people know what that is, Vulva is a reasonably polite word, and I prefer to use that. Some will say slit, some pussy, and the vulgar word is cunt. " To answer your question, I suggest you think about it. There are 219 girls in this school. But the new laws did not go into effect until this semester. This is first period and you are the first girl in this room. So while I expect within a month I will have photographed all 219, yours is the very first young girl's vulva I have ever seen." My next thought was to ask him if I got him hot, fortunately I had learned my lesson and kept silent. And when he told me he was done and I could leave, I carefully kept my eyes above his waist. I can't exactly tell you what happened with Golna. She never came back to school after that day, and I understand her parents took the family elsewhere, which would have to be out of the country, because the new laws are national. Some of the girls say that the guards made her masturbate in front of them, and got mad when she couldn't come, but maybe that isn't true. *** That night, my father asked me how my first day of school went. "OK, no problems, filled out some paperwork and like that." "Good, I'm glad. Did you make some new friends?" "Yes, and I met the principal." To be continued in part 2... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 62