Generally speaking, Discipline is taking and enforcing control of another person for the purpose of sex. Bondage is limiting their movement. S&M is inflicting pain and accepting the inflicting of pain for sexual purposes."

She smiled. "The collar Karen was wearing is an example of both a bondage and an S&M device, since it can be used for either purpose or both. The classic example of just an S&M device is the whip." She held up several examples of whips, from a small one to a big bullwhip. "Obviously, some will cause more pain and harm than others."

"Are you going to demonstrate the whip on Karen?" a boy asked.

I shivered and blushed hard, but she shook her head.

"We have several other S&M devices to explain yet today," she told the class. "Some cause moderate pain, like the nipple clamps we showed you earlier." It hadn't felt like moderate pain to me, I thought. "That should really count as an S&M device," she went on. "Also, there are butt plugs, which are meant to be inserted anally." She held up a few rubber plugs. "They're basically a type of dildo," she told us. "They're used to prepare someone for anal sex. After using one of these, anal sex is considerably less unpleasant at least by comparison," she said, wrinkling her nose.

"There are straps and such for locking most of these into place. They can thus be used as punishment devices," she told the class, and held up a belt-sized strap.

"Show us!" one of the boys called out, grinning.

She blushed. "All... right." She looked at me, then sighed. "We'll demonstrate this one on me," she told me, a little reluctantly, I thought.

She picked up a tube of K-Y jelly.

"Isn't that cheating?" the boy asked.

"No!" she said sharply, then blushed harder as he laughed. She covered the end of one of the butt plugs with the K-Y jelly. "It has to go all the way in," she told me. "Hold it up so it goes in when I... sit on it."

I set it against a chair so it pointed up, and she positioned herself above it, then slowly lowered herself until her buttocks touched it. "Hold it steady," she said so only I could hear, and I clutched it tightly. She pulled her buttocks apart, then slowly lowered herself onto it.

"Ohhhh... OHHHH..." she groaned. She stood up, her face purple from the pain, and wet from tears. The butt plug lifted up with her, and she started reaching back to pull it out.

"Don't do it!" I told her quietly but urgently.

She looked at me, then forced a slight smile. "Thanks!" she whispered, then took a shaky breath, and lowered herself to push the plug the rest of the way in. "God, that hurts!" she gasped out, unable to stand up straight.

The boy came to the front of the room, and picked up one of the straps Miss Hooker had demonstrated earlier. "Is this one of the devices used to lock the butt plug in place?" he asked her.

She nodded.

He quickly wrapped it around her, connected it to the butt plug, and locked it into place. "Ah, and here's the key," he said, smiling. The guys in the class chuckled. Most of the girls looked sympathetic, but a few were smiling.

"Please take it off!" Miss Hooker requested, gulping.

He looked at her. "If I do," he bargained, smirking, "then for the rest of the semester you will have to teach this class in the nude."

"Once per week," she offered anxiously.

"That sounds reasonable," he said. "If you ever forget, you'll have to put the butt plug in on the next Monday and leave it in all hour, and teach this class in the nude for the entire following week."

She nodded pitifully. "Take it out now!" she pleaded.

"I think you should also stand by the door and let all the guys have a quick feel," he added.

"Okay, okay!" she agreed desperately.

He chuckled and took his time unfastening the strap, then yanked the butt plug out of her behind. She yelled in pain as he did so, and then rubbed her behind.

She didn't do any more teaching. For the last few minutes of class, the guys eagerly lined up, and she stood by the door getting felt up as they filed out of the class. I slipped out the door just as the bell rang, and went to the lunch room. Jeff and Rick cut into line behind me. A couple of girls let them.

"Are you all right?" Rick asked me.

"Me?" I smiled at him. "Sure. I was just... glad I didn't have to do what Miss Hooker did in class," I admitted a little sheepishly. "I'm sure that hurt quite a lot!"

"Would that bother you more, or the embarrassment?" Jeff asked me as we got our lunches and took a seat.

"Embarrassment is just a basic fact of life at this point," I said, looking down at myself and blushing a little. "If I could go through something like that, and then be all done with having to be naked, I'd probably do it."

"Did you like having that collar and the handcuffs on?" Rick asked.

"Better that than that butt plug," I said, blushing again.

We all ate pretty quickly, then went out of the lunch room and had a seat on a bench in the atrium.

"You're getting a lot more easy about being naked," Rick pointed out, grinning. "You didn't even put your shoes on after biology class."

"I guess I just wasn't thinking about shoes," I said after a minute. I was startled, I hadn't even realized it until he said that! I recovered a little, though. "I've been trying hard to be more relaxed about it," I told them. "After you guys dropped me off last night, I left my clothes outside and promised myself I wouldn't wear anything until this morning. My little brother had some of his friends over..."

They both grinned broadly.

"This morning, one of them came back and watched me take a shower," I continued. "Also this morning, I let a few guys undress me outside, and I've let some guys... feel me up... when they asked me nicely." I blushed. "You guys could... uh..."

Just then the intercom came on. It really blared in the atrium. "Karen Wagner, please report to the principal's office."

"Oh!" I stood up. "Well, maybe later, then." I smiled at the guys, then went right to the principal's office.

He was sitting at his desk. He didn't offer me a chair, so I stood in front of him.

"You made a certain proposition to me in the hallway," he said, looking at me coolly.

"Well... yes," I admitted, smiling as cheerfully as I could, but feeling anxious. Was he really going to spank me? I hadn't expected him to! I was just teasing.

"It was impertinent of you to make such a proposition," he told me sternly. "You will make no further mention of it to me or to anyone. Is that understood? If you do..." He smiled. "...you will be firmly punished, perhaps by continued prohibition from being dressed."

I gulped. "I... understand." I certainly wasn't going to say anything about it!

He nodded. "In order to emphasize the point, however, we'll apply a little traditional discipline." He reached into a drawer, and pulled out a paddle! He smiled at me. I blushed hard. "Step out into the hallway, please, Miss Wagner."

I started to protest, but bit my lip instead, and went into the hallway. I didn't want to spend another week attending school in the nude!

A number of students were in the hallway; they gathered around.

"Lay face down on this bench, please, Miss Wagner," Mr. Harrison said commandingly.
I did as he told me.

"Come here and help out," Mr. Harrison said. "Hold her hands and keep her stretched out, please." A boy chuckled and grabbed my wrists.

Then Mr. Harrison moved into position, and very firmly spanked me with the paddle. It hurt!

"I'm sorry, Mr. Harrison! I won't be impertinent again!" I apologized meekly. "Now let me go, please," I said to the boy.

But he didn't let go. Whack! I jumped and moaned, he'd paddled me a second time!

"Please, Mr. Harrison! I'm really sorry! It won't happen again!" I pleaded.

Whack! He applied the paddle again to my bare bottom, and I wailed. "Please, please don't hit me again!" I begged. But I was feeling something strange in addition to the stinging pain.
Whack! He wasn't listening. I cried out; it hurt! But there was no way to deny it; I also felt... warm.

Whack! He struck me a 5th time, and I sobbed, waiting for more. Hoping for more! I was aroused.

"You can let her up now," Mr. Harrison said.

I looked up, then slowly stood up from the bench, rubbing my sore buttocks with my hands.

"Thank you," I said timidly.

"You can go now," he told me, and I hurried away, sniffling and with a sore behind, but buzzing like I was on the verge of an orgasm.

I headed toward the gym, hoping no one else would be in there so I could duck into the locker room to take a shower, and also thinking I'd relieve myself sexually by masturbating. I was hurrying; I only had a few minutes before English class.

"Hey! Karen!" It was Mike.

"Uh... hi, Mike," I said, trying to be pleasant but not wanting to be delayed.

"Are you all right?" he asked, concernedly.

"I'm fine... just... in a hurry," I said.

"I'll walk along with you," he said. "I heard your name called over the intercom. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I nodded. "The principal... gave me a paddling for being impertinent to him," I explained, blushing.

"Wow, what did you do?"

"Um... never mind!" I blushed harder.

"All right, if you want," he shrugged.

We got to the men's locker room, and I stopped. "I'm... um... going in here," I explained uncomfortably. "I want to take a shower."

"All right." He opened the door and held it open for me. "I'll watch. It's fun to watch you taking a shower." He grinned.

There was nothing I could do; I had to let him watch! I swallowed nervously, but went in and hung a towel up by the shower room. At least there was no one else in the locker room besides Mike and myself.

"Can I join you?" he asked me.

I nodded, and he cheerfully stripped, then followed me into the shower. I turned on the water, then turned around. He stood a few inches from me, smiling and erect, but just looked at me.

"We haven't got much time," I said boldly, but feeling nervous. "I'm either going to... do it myself or... or you can help. But do it quickly, please!"

He grinned and moved closer, sliding his hands between my legs. "Keep your hands above your shoulders," he directed me, and I obeyed, smiling.

He vigorously slid his fingers against my clitoris, and I panted hard, trying to be as quiet as possible. I came almost immediately, clenching my jaw tightly to keep from screaming out in glee.

I fell forward against him. "Thank you!" I whispered gratefully.

"Would you like me to wash you now?" he asked after holding me for a moment.

I nodded, giggling quietly, and he lathered me all over with soap, teasing me with his fingers. I let him touch me however he wanted for a few minutes. I was still feeling intensely excited.

"We'd better finish," he said, and I nodded; I rinsed off, and he hurried back to the locker room to get dressed. We slipped out of the locker room just as we heard the latest gym class noisily getting into the shower room.

"I'll see you later on," I said, and headed for my English class.

"Karen! I have your shoes!" Jeff called out.

"Oh! Thanks!" I smiled. "I forgot all about them!"

"You look like you just took a shower," he observed.

"I did," I told him. I sat down on the floor to put on my shoes and socks, then he helped me up.

"I wanted to ask you something else," he told me. "Did you... offer Rick and I to feel you up?'
I blushed a little, but looked him in the eye. "You've both been so nice to me," I told him. "If you want a feel... yes, you can do that with me any time you want."

"Really?" He grinned.

I nodded, then put my hands behind my head and moved my legs apart. I smiled at him encouragingly, and he didn't hesitate. He patted my face, then put both hands on my breasts and gently but firmly squeezed them. He stroked my chest for a few minutes. "Does that feel good to you?" he asked me.

"No one has asked me that," I told him.

"They all just want to get their feel," he smiled. "They don't want you to tell them they have to stop."

I nodded. "To answer your question... it feels... nice," I told him, blushing. "It makes me horny! I've been horny all week anyway," I admitted carelessly.

He grinned. "I think everyone knows that, Karen. Don't feel bad about it. There's not much you can do, and not much you can do to conceal it from anyone."

I swallowed. People were wandering by, casually looking, and smiling.

"Is there anything you'd like me to do, specifically?" he asked.

I shook my head. "We only have a few minutes before 5th hour class, though," I pointed out.
He slid a hand between my legs and probed his middle finger inside my vagina. I was startled and gasped, then clenched my jaw. He smiled. "Oops, sorry."

"It's all right," I said tensely, keeping my feet apart.

He slid his finger in and out a few times, then pulled it out. I shivered, and he chuckled. "Had enough for now?" he asked.

I nodded hastily, and he patted me on the buttocks. "Thanks, Karen," he said.

"Thanks to you!" I smiled back.

He walked with me to my next class, then hurried off to his own class. I went into the English classroom and sat down just before the bell rang.

There were still some of the poems left over from the previous day, and I was called to the front of the room several times to read the ones that were written about me. The last one pretty lurid:
"I have a saucy naked little ass It's ready for a nice hot cock Ram it up me hard and make it last I think your cum would make me rock Pinch my nipples tightly like a vise The pain will put me under your control Force me firmly, that is my advice I need a sex master to make me whole My cunt and mouth are yours however you would want My body yours to do whatever you please Whip me, tease me, tie me, use me, make me pant I'm yours for gentle sex or any sort of sleaze"

The class applauded when I read that one, and I had to stand in front of them until they finished clapping.

Finally I escaped English class, and hurried to government, my last class of the day.

Mr. Hansen was still pretty uncomfortable about having a naked girl in class, and so I had my easiest class of the day.

After the last bell, I hurried out into the hallway and eagerly headed to the front door to get dressed. I hurriedly got my clothes on. What a relief it was to be dressed! I walked home, thinking I'd pretty well done what I set out to do for the day. I was looking forward to the next day, and to getting finished with the unusual and humiliating week of school in the nude.

THURSDAY EVENING

When I got to my house, I looked around, then decided I wasn't quite ready to take my clothes off again. I went inside and up to my room to relax for a little while.

I realized something seemed wrong, but couldn't put my finger on it. I went down to the kitchen for a snack, then figured out my problem as I was heading back up the stairs. I was feeling guilty -- about being dressed!

I giggled a little and went to my room to eat my snack, and thought about what I should do. I had to do something... I thought about it for a little while, and had an idea.

I took my glass and plate downstairs, then went outside for a walk for a couple of blocks. I stopped at a corner, then crossed the street and ran up to a house, dropping my house key in the mailbox, then turned and ran all the way home. I went inside, and saw no one was home. I went upstairs and took off my clothes, then put my shoes and socks back on.

I went downstairs, then took a few breaths, blushing nervously -- and went outside. I hastily locked and closed the front door. I couldn't get back inside until I got my key! I was locked outside, and I was bare naked!

I turned and started down the steps, then looked up, gulping -- a car was coming down the street toward me! I jumped behind a bush and hid until it went past, then giggled. I shouldn't be bashful after 4 days of attending school in the nude! But it was... different... being outside like that, and not in the school.

I ran as fast as I could down the sidewalk to where I'd left my house key. I got a block from my house without any cars passing by, and began to think I could get away without anyone seeing me. I slowed a little to run across the first intersection, then dashed across and started going the next block.

My luck didn't last. A car passed me heading in the same direction. It slowed and honked, and I blushed hard, but waved.

The car continued on, and I swallowed, then sighed. Then I realized I was still being bashful.
I got to the second cross-street and stopped and looked carefully, then hurried across to the house where I'd left my key. The key was still in the mailbox, and I felt immense relief. I took it, slid it in my shoe so I wouldn't lose it, and ran back across the street.

I slowed to a walk, and promised myself I'd walk the rest of the way, not run. I decided if I started running again, or failed to smile, or hid behind anything, I'd have to walk around the block before going home.

I saw another car coming down the street, and felt anxious, but I nervously, boldly, made myself face directly toward the car, smiling and waving as it approached.

The driver was a middle aged woman, who didn't honk, but she had a couple of yougner teenagers riding with her. One rolled down his window and wolf-whistled, and I realized he was probably my brother's age. I blushed, but kept smiling.

As they passed, a van came up behind me. I didn't know it was there until it honked. I stopped and spun around and waved, then blushed even harder; the driver was a mid-20s guy with a camera pointing right at me! He took a couple of quick pictures while I was waving and smiling, then a couple more as I hastily turned the other way. He drove away laughing.
I continued walking for a few steps, then started thinking over what had just happened. I'd been shy again, and passed up a perfect opportunity to be bolder. I'd posed for hundreds of pictures for Harold, I reminded myself. Why was it such a big deal if someone else took a few, too?

I thought about it. I decided I didn't have to walk all the way around the block, but if the driver came back, I had to pose for him. I also sat down and took off my shoes and socks, and walked fully naked.

I was relieved when I got to my house. No one else had come past me at all. I got my key from inside my sock and opened the door and went in. I giggled a little; nothing bad had happened at all!

"Anybody home?" I called out, but no one answered. I left my shoes by the door, but took my socks upstairs and left them with the rest of my clothes, then went back downstairs, determined to stay naked until after dinner.

I found a note on the kitchen table; my mother had dropped in and had to run an errand; she asked me to start dinner for the family. She had left a chicken thawing in the microwave; I got it out and put it in a roaster pan along with potatoes and carrots and onions. I giggled; I'd never made dinner in the nude before! It was kind of fun.
I was setting the table when my dad got home.

"Hi, Sweethert," he said, smiling when he saw me.

"Hi, Daddy." I gave him a hug and a quick kiss.

"First time I've been hugged by a naked teenaged girl since your mother," he remarked.

"I thought you didn't get married until after college?" I asked him.

"Hmm, er, well, yes," he said, blushing a little. "Um, maybe she was older."
I grinned and made a mental note to ask my mother about it.

"How was your day at school?" he asked me.

"Um... okay," I said. "I let some boys take my clothes off me in the morning," I admitted to him.

"Did you like that?" he asked, and grinned as I shrugged.

"It was okay," I told him. "I also got groped by a lot of guys today. I was trying to be a lot more open to it." I blushed.

"Good!" he said encouragingly.

"I got spanked by the principal, too," I explained.

"What did you do to deserve that?" he asked me, frowning.

"Um... he told me not to discuss the details," I said, blushing again. "But I got punished for being impertinent."

"Were you impertinent?" he asked.

"I... guess so," I nodded slowly.

"You know your mother and I stand behind the authority of the school," he said, looking at me. "We decided long ago that we should match whatever punishment you receive while at school, doubled. How many swats did the principal give you?"

"Five... with a wooden paddle, on my bare behind" I admitted nervously. "But..."

"Don't you think that is merited?" he asked. "It's a little hard for me to know if you don't tell me why he did it. If he punished you unfairly, of course, I will back you up, Karen."

I couldn't tell him that it wasn't really a punishment. I took a deep breath, blushing hard.

"No... it wasn't unfair," I said. "Do you want to do it... now?"

"We could come up with an alternative if you prefer," he suggested.

I nodded eagerly. "Okay!" I said. "I'll do that!" Anything else sounded better to me right then.
"Fine." He nodded back and smiled cheerfully. "I'll park my car out in the front yard. If you do a really good job washing it, we'll let the spanking slide."

"Um... I... resolved... not to wear anything until after dinner," I explained uncomfortably.

"Good idea, that will keep your clothes from getting wet." He winked.

I stared for a moment. He really did mean for me to go outside and wash his car, bare naked, in front of the whole neighborhood!

And I had agreed to do it.

I nodded resignedly and went to get a bucket of warm soapy water. I took it outside, then ran a hose around to the front yard. Daddy parked his car close to the street, and I went out to start working on it.

I started out by running water from the hose over the car, and rinsing away as much dirt as I could. I looked around uncomfortably. I was going to be out there for a while; when Daddy said a good job, he meant a really good job. I reminded myself to be cheerful and not to conceal myself from anyone who saw me. Not that it would matter much; there wasn't much to hide behind anyway. I walked around the car so I was between it and the road, and continued spraying the car.

I was very exposed there. Also, it was a busy time of the day for traffic. Cars kept going by. Many of them tooted at me as they passed, and I tried to smile and wave boldly at each of them. By the time I finished spraying, and started scrubbing the car, a dozen or so guys had brought lawn chairs, or had come back and were standing around watching me wash the car. A couple of them had cameras or video recorders.

"Can you spray water over your front?" one guy asked me.

"Sure!" I took the hose and sprayed myself. The water was cold, and I shivered, but drenched myself, then posed open-legged in front of them for a few minutes before returning to washing the car.

"Bend over more!" a man hollered, and I did so, leaning over with my legs straight, washing the bottom of the car.

"How was that?" I asked, blushing but smiling.

"Wonderful! This is fun!" he grinned.

"Thanks!" I turned back around and kept scrubbing the bottom of the car the same way until I'd done the whole side.

"Can you do it a different way?" a boy asked me.

"Hi, Karen," my mom called out. Jimmy was standing next to her and laughing.

"Hi, Mom," I waved. "I started dinner, but then Daddy sent me out here to wash his car."

"I... see," she observed, a little uncomfortably. "I guess I'll go check on dinner." Jimmy ran inside ahead of her. She walked toward the house.

"Can you do the front of the car while kneeling and bending backward?" the boy asked me hopefully.

"Uh... I can try." I faced away from the car and knelt on the grass, then bent backward and scrubbed the underside in front. "How's that?" I called out.

"Super!" he said enthusiastically.

It was very difficult, but I finished doing the front underside that way, then rolled over and stood up. The wet grass was sticking to my front.

"Time to spray yourself some more," a man with a videocamera told me.

"Would anyone like to spray me?" I offered.

A 20-ish man grinned and took the hose. I put my hands behind my head and boldly posed in front of him, letting him spray me all over. The water was getting colder. My teeth were chattering, but I stayed in position for a couple of minutes.

"That looks great!" "Look at her nipple erection!" "Love those goosebumps." "I can warm her up." I heard a lot of comments from the growing crowd of guys.

"That's enough for now!" I protested, dancing away from the cold spray. "But... if you want... you guys can... use the hose... on me a little... as I keep... washing the car." I was pretty chilly. Also, I wanted to finish the job and get away from the crowd!

I moved to the side of the car away from the road, and the crowd shifted over to continue watching me. I scrubbed the bottom edge of the car thoroughly, taking a short break when my arms got too tired. Whenever I'd stop, I'd turn and face the crowd on my knees, and each time someone picked up the hose and sprayed me again.

I went to the back of the car, and washed the underside of it as I'd done the front; kneeling and leaning over backward.

After I finished that, I started washing the rest of the car, slowly and methodically moving around it and trying to get every bit of it as clean as possible. The guys kept spraying me occasionally as I worked my way around, keeping me shivering and covered with goosebumps.

"I'll be back in a minute," I told them, and raced to the house. I turned off the water, then brought out a few towels. First I dried myself, declining the offers from many of the guys to help towel me off, then, feeling much warmer, I carefully, thoroughly dried off the car.

"Karen! Dinner is in 5 minutes," Jimmy called out from the front door.

"That's it for now, guys," I told the crowd, smiling. "I'll be back after I eat to wax it, though."

"Naked?" a younger guy asked me.

"Naked," I confirmed, blushing.

"Did you have a nice time?" Daddy asked me, grinning.

"Uh... sure," I said, but blushed as I did so.

Dinner came out really good.

"You should cook in the nude all the time," Jimmy told me.

"Thanks." I smiled at him. "I'm not sure if I want to do that, but it's nice of you to say!"

When we finished eating, I left the dishes to Jimmy, and went back outside to wax Daddy's car. I felt apprehensive; I was still completely bare. There were only a few guys hanging around and waiting, though.

"Hi, guys," I said, smiling at them. I got right to work and waxed and buffed the car in about a half hour. Finally... I was done! I waved goodbye to the guys who were still there, then hurriedly went inside the house.

"Let's go take a look at it," Daddy said.

"All right," I nodded, and went out with him to inspect it. He looked it over carefully while I stood anxiously watching, but finally he decided it was all right. I dashed back inside.

I headed for the bathroom and took a shower. I decided I'd been naked long enough, and went up to my room and got dressed. It felt kind of odd to have clothes on, and I laughed at myself and went downstairs.

Mike called at 7:30, and asked if I'd like to join him at the ice cream shop.

"Sure," I agreed.

"Come as you are, okay?" he said, chuckling.

"Okay, but only because you didn't call a half hour ago," I giggled. "I was in the shower."

"Darn," he groaned. "I knew I should have dropped by on my way home from football practice."

"I'll meet you at the ice cream parlor," I said, and hung up.

He was there before me, sitting at a picnic table.

"How have you been doing?" he asked me pleasantly when I sat down.

"Oh, I'm fine," I shrugged.

"Looking forward to the end of the day tomorrow?"

I nodded. "I sure am!" I blushed a little. "But I've been doing... things... outside of school," I admitted. I told him about walking around the park the previous evening, and about my dare with the house keys after school earlier that day. I also told him about washing the car in the nude.

He grinned. "Not bad at all for a shy girl!" he said, looking impressed. "Let's go get some ice cream, okay?"

I nodded, and we went to the counter. We had to wait in line; it was a busy night. While we waited, Mike pointed to a new sign.
Girls! Half price if you're half dressed! 50% off ice cream for topless ladies!
For every 3 topless girls served, a waitress will have to take off one item of clothing!
He winked at me, and I blushed. I saw that one of the girls working at the counter was not wearing a shirt or pants, and looked pretty nervous.

"Isn't she a cheerleader?" Mike asked me.

I nodded. "Jennifer. She was laughing pretty hard on Monday when I had to take off my clothes in school," I remembered out loud.

"What are you waiting for?" he asked cheerfully.

I looked around. I thought at first that none of the other girls were participating, but then I saw two younger girls, 13 or 14 year olds, look at each other and giggle, and pull off their shirts and bras.

I blushed but shrugged and pulled my sweatshirt over my head, and took off my bra, too. I saw Jennifer hanging her bra on a hook on the side of the ice cream counter; she was down to just her underpants and blushing furiously.

The two girls in front of us got ice cream cones and went to sit down, then it was our turn.

"Hi Jennifer," I said, smiling.

"Hi, Karen," she said. "What can I get for you?"

"I'd like a pecan sundae," I said.

"That sounds good to me, too," Mike nodded.

"All right," she nodded. "Also... you can take an item of clothing from one of us," she said, obviously very uncomfortable about it.

"Why don't we make that you?" Mike chuckled.

She blushed harder, but nodded and took off her underpants and was fully naked. She went to make our sundaes, then came back with them.

"Are you going to have to stay naked for the rest of your shift?" Mike asked her.

She nodded, humiliated. "Until 11:00 tonight," she said unhappily.

"Have a nice time!" I said, smiling brightly. Then I whispered, "You've got a nice body." I stepped away as she gave me a dirty look.

I had to sit and eat my ice cream while topless. It was embarrassing, but it was worth it. Jennifer was a lot more embarrassed than me.

"Ready to go?" Mike asked me.

I nodded and stood up, then giggled and put my bra and sweatshirt back on. I walked by the counter and grinned at Jennifer. "Have an exciting night," I told her. "Flaunt that body!"

"I'll see you in school tomorrow," she retorted, blushing.

Mike and I walked down some side streets, and I noticed we were walking by the side-street where I'd left my clothes the night before, when Jeff and Rick had come across me. I explained about my dare for myself, and admitted that I hadn't completed it, blushing.

"Obviously, you ought to do it now," he suggested.

I blushed and fidgeted.

"Show me where you left your clothes last night," he said, and we walked down the street. I pointed out the house. The pickup truck wasn't there, though.

"You can just leave them behind a bush," he suggested, grinning. "That one, maybe," he indicated, nodding toward the house.

I looked around uneasily.

"Are you going to do it?" he asked.

"All... right," I nodded jitteringly. "I'll... be right back." I started over toward a tree.

"Karen... you're going to run around naked anyway," he pointed out, laughing.

"Oh. That's true," I said after I thought about it for a moment. I giggled a little and stepped out into the middle of the street. I looked around, then smiled at him and took off all my clothes. I ran over to the house and stuffed them under the bushes.

"I have to go 6 blocks from here before I can turn around," I told Mike.

"How did you decide that?" he asked interestedly.

"The address of the house on the corner is "609"," I explained. "I added the digits together until I got a single digit number."

"But then you didn't finish. Shouldn't there be a penalty for that?" he smirked.

"Um... all right... 6 times 9 is 54. 5 plus 4 is 9. How about if I go 9 blocks from here before I can turn around?" I offered hesitantly.

He grinned. "Okay! No turning back tonight, though, right?"

I nodded, and we walked to the end of the street. We turned onto the sidewalk and continued along. I walked in the grass, which was a lot more comfortable on my bare feet.

"How does it feel to you now to be walking along a public street in the nude?" he asked me.

"Is it more exciting, frightening, humiliating, or what?"

"It's pretty embarrassing," I told him. "Anyone at all might come by and see me out here like this! It's exciting, too, though," I admitted, then giggled. "You ought to try it!"

"I would be arrested if a police officer saw me," he pointed out. "You will not be."
That was true.

"I might try it sometime anyway," he said, winking.

A car came down the street. I blushed, wanting to dodge behind a tree, but I couldn't do that with Mike right there watching me. Instead I boldly stepped out toward the street and waved as it went by.

"You do that so well!" Mike remarked, grinning. "Is it fun for you?"

"Um... not exactly, no," I said, shivering.

"Then why did you do it?"

"I promised myself I wouldn't be bashful," I explained uncomfortably. "I've been going around school in the nude for four days now, and I'm going to have to do it again tomorrow, too. I'm trying to get used to it so it'll be easier when I'm in school."

"Is it working?"

"A little, I guess. It's pretty hard to keep standing right out in the open and letting people see me all bare naked," I confided.

He chuckled. "You look great doing it!" he told me enthusiastically.

We got to the corner. "I'll let you pick what direction we go, if you want," I told him. "I know people are going to see me, but... please... let's not go anywhere that's really crowded!"

"You don't want to go downtown or anything, huh?" He smiled. "All right."

We continued down the street in the same direction for another block. The next corner was a busier one; there were three cars waiting at the stop signs. I nervously stepped right out to the corner and waved and smiled at them all.

"Let's go this way," Mike suggested, and we turned and crossed the street going left. Then we crossed again going right, as a couple of other cars pulled up and stopped. I stepped out in view of them as well, blushing hard.

We continued along the same street we'd been walking on for another block, then turned left for a block. I stepped out by the street for each car that came by, doing my best to smile cheerfully for them.

We crossed the street to the right. Just as we got back to the sidewalk, I saw another car coming. I stepped out to the street, and saw it was a van. Then I blushed hard; it was the guy who'd tried taking pictures of me earlier. He pulled to the opposite side of the street, and I saw him picking up his camera.

I started to turn to dash behind a tree, but saw Mike looking at me curiously. I stopped, then, and took a deep breath. There was no valid reason for me to avoid the guy with the camera, I realized. And no way to do it anyway.

I turned back around, still blushing. The guy had his camera pointing at me and was grinning broadly. He'd already taken a few pictures of me from behind, I knew.

"You took a few pictures of me earlier, didn't you?" I called out to him.

"I sure did. You ran behind a bush, so I only got a couple of shots." He took several of me from in front as I stood facing him. "You seem more willing about it now than you were before," he remarked in a friendly tone.

I nodded. "I guess so," I agreed.

"You still seem pretty uncomfortable, though," he observed.

"I am. That's true!" I looked down at myself, then back up. "I'm not used to being... without my clothes."

"But you'll let me take pictures of you. That's nice. Will you pose for me?" he asked hopefully.

"All right," I consented. "For a little while, if that's all right with you, Mike," I said, turning around.

"Sure, I guess so," Mike nodded. "If he sends me copies of his best pictures, anyway," he added.

"Sure!" the man grinned readily. He got out of his van, then pulled a tripod out from the back of it.

He had me do poses for him for about a half-hour; walking along the street, kneeling in the grass, turning toward him and away from him and frmo both sides. Several cars came by; I stopped to wave and smile at them, and he took pictures of me doing that as well.

"That should be enough for now," he said. "Thanks for posing!"

"You're welcome," I told him. "If you see me walking around again, feel free to ask me to pose for you more."

"Thanks again!" He drove off.

Mike and I kept walking along. "Did you enjoy posing for that guy?" Mike asked me.

"I... owed it to him, I guess," I shrugged, blushing a little, and explained about ducking away from him on my earlier naked walk in the afternoon.

He looked amazed. "You've really been active about this, girl!" he said.

I giggled a little. "I guess so. But after doing it in school... that's really hard."

The street we were on was busier. I kept darting between the sidewalk and the street, showing myself off to the passing cars. "I might as well walk right on the street!" I said after about the 4th vehicle.

"All right," he nodded, and I blushed; I hadn't really meant to commit myself to doing that. But he was already stepping over toward the street. I did so, too, and walked along the edge of the curb for the rest of the block. Oh, well, it was a little easier that way to wave and smile at passing cars.

It was getting a little easier, I noticed, to face the cars going by and to be cheerful while doing so. It was still embarrassing, but not as terrifying.

"How much further have I got to go?" I asked Mike.

"Three more blocks," he said.

"Three! I thought it was one or two!" I protested.

"I think it's three. Let's count as we go back, and if you didn't go far enough, we'll do it all over again," he suggested.

"Uh... no... we'll go three more," I gave in hastily.

We crossed another street and continued walking.

"There's a park a little further along, how about if we go there before turning around?" he suggested.

"All right," I agreed.

When we got there, I thought we'd turn right around, but instead, Mike suggested we go play on the playground. I found out sliding doesn't work when you have a bare behind, and swinging was kind of chilly. Mike urged me to climb on the monkey bars and go across the hand over hand, and those worked all right.

"Can you please hang onto that bar?" he asked me.

I reached above my head and grabbed ahold of it with both hands. He stood in front of me and palmed my breasts. I blushed but hung on to the bar, letting him touch me however he wanted. He gently rubbed my nipples, making me gasp and shudder, but I didn't let go. He chuckled. "Do you like that?"

"Yes!" I said. I was very excited! He did it again, and I felt like wriggling like a puppy.
Then he slowly moved his hands down my body and fingered my crotch. I moaned and hung on to the bar.

"You've really got her hot." I opened my eyes, shocked. There were several teenagers standing on the sidewalk, watching. They jostled each other and grinned and giggled.

"Let go," Mike told me quietly. I did so slowly. I didn't want to stop, but we couldn't continue.
He squeezed my hand. "Let's go," he suggested.

"Going to get laid?" someone called out.

"He sure is," I said without thinking about it. Then I blushed as the small crowd cheered. We sprinted down the sidewalk, hanging onto each other's hands. I was relieved they didn't follow us.

"Come on, let's go in here," Mike suggested, and we darted up to a house. Mike didn't knock; we just went inside. A guy was sitting in an armchair, watching TV. He looked up, then looked again and grinned at me.

"Mind if we use your room?" Mike asked him.

"Go ahead. It's a little messy, though," the guy apologized.

"No problem," Mike said. "Thanks!"

The bed was unmade, and the room was untidy, but it didn't smell bad or anything. There was no door, though. The bed was a bunk bed.

I sat down on the bed, and Mike sat next to me. He put his arm around me and began stroking my breast. "What would you like to do now?" he asked me.

"Whatever you want," I told him. "Just tell me what to do."

He grinned. "All right! Kneel on the bed, and hang onto the upper bunk."

"All right." I smiled and positioned myself as he told me.

"Knees wide apart," he directed me, and I complied. He slid his hand against my crotch, and I blushed. He slid his fingers inside me, and I squirmed. "Still hot and wet," he said, looking satisfied. "Do you think you can stay still like that, while I play with your body? I can tie you up if you're not sure."

"Tie me?" I said nervously.

"Haven't you ever been tied up to a bed?" he said, winking.

"No!" I gulped.

"How about if we try it without that," he suggested. "But if you let go or move away from me, I'll tie you into position."

I nodded tensely. He slid his fingers lightly against my nipples until I gasped. It hadn't taken him long. I already felt as excited as I had on the playground. He chuckled and fingered my nipples some more, then slid his fingers into and out of my vagina several times. I was panting.

He stepped back.

"What are you doing? Please don't stop now!" I said.

He smiled, but didn't say anything. I moaned helplessly, then let go of the upper bunk and reached down to rub myself between the legs.

"No, Karen," he told me, and stepped forward, grabbing my wrists. He roughly pulled one hand back up to the upper bunk, and tied it into position. I gulped but didn't object. He tied my other hand up, too, then tied my knees apart onto the lower bunk. I tried to struggle free, but was unable to move more than a couple of inches.
He grinned. "Want me to untie you?"
I swallowed and tried to pull my arms free again. "No, that's okay," I told him, but felt very nervous. I was completely helpless.

He went back to fingering me; lightly rubbing my nipples, and sliding his fingers into my vagina. I was about ready to scream from the intense feeling. I thought he was going to finger me into having an orgasm, and was really looking forward to the intense release of pressure.
Then he stepped back again. I felt desperate. There was nothing at all I could do! "Please don't leave me like this!" I begged. I struggled again to free myself, but couldn't.
He didn't say anything, just watched me, smiling.

"Please!" I begged, quietly but urgently.

He left me waiting for a few minutes, then slowly slid his pants and underpants down. He had an enormous erection.

"Please, put it right into me!" I said eagerly. But he finished undressing, taking a long time to do it. I watched impatiently, very frustrated.

He smiled. "Are you ready for something different?" he asked me.

"I'm ready for anything!" I said.

He winked, then knelt down in front of me. I had no idea what he was doing. He moved his face against my crotch, then started licking me! His tongue darted around against my vagina.

"Hey! Stop that!" I protested, but he didn't have to stop. I couldn't do anything to stop him. He kept right on licking, and also nibbled on me gently.

I'd thought I was aroused before, but the feeling got much more. I was moaning uncontrollably, and yelling out, "Fuck me! Please, fuck me!" I dimly saw the other guy, grinning in the doorway, but I didn't care.

Finally I came, screaming out but not forming any words. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever felt. I felt drained of energy, and slumped against my bonds, but grinned in delight. "That was wonderful!" I told Mike.

"You never did that before, huh?" He smiled.
I shook my head.

He began fondling my breasts again. "We can do it again!"

"What? No!" I struggled again, uselessly of course. He could do whatever he wanted with me.

"Please!" I protested. "It was great, but I don't know if I could stand it again!"

"You can stand it," he assured me, lightly rubbing my nipples with his fingers. "But of course, if you tell me I have to stop, I'll do so and untie you."

I didn't want to do that. "I won't say you have to!" I told him, starting to squirm again already.

"Good girl," he told me cheerfully. He took his time, but pretty soon I was panting and moaning all over again.

"Please just fuck me!" I begged. "Put your big cock right into me!"

He chuckled, and as he had done before, he knelt in front of me and slowly began licking my crotch. I was moaning helplessly from this, when he moved back from me.

"Don't... stop!" I panted. "Please, keep going!"

He sat on the floor, watching me.

"I'll do anything you want later, but don't stop! Keep going! Ohh!"

"All right, that sounds reasonable." He moved forward again and resumed licking me. Pretty soon I came -- and I couldn't believe it. It was even more intense than the previous orgasm! I couldn't even scream. Finally it ended.

He untied me from the bed, and I slumped against the sheet. "Oh, that was great, that was wonderful!" I told him happily. "Now what would you like to have me do, so you have one, too?"

"Have you ever given a blow job?" he asked.

I looked at him blankly.

"That's where you lick and suck on someone's cock until they come. No risk of pregnancy that way," he explained.

"I've never done that," I said slowly. "But... I will!" He sat down on the edge of the bed, and I knelt in front of him, then giggled and slid my mouth over his hard penis, sucking on it and licking the end with my tongue. It didn't take him very long, only a couple of minutes, and he spurted warm cum down my throat. I moved my head back and he spurted more on my face.

"Swallow it," he told me. I did, then he used his finger to wipe more off my face, and made me lick it off and swallow that, too.

He took me in the shower, and we took a nice long shower together, rubbing the soap against each other, and when we were done, toweling each other.

"Want to borrow a t-shirt or something?" he asked me as we stepped back into the bedroom.

"I'm sure I can get one for you."

"Who is that guy?" I asked.

"My brother," Mike explained. "He's a pretty good guy," he grinned. "Maybe I should ask him to drive us back to your clothes."

I nodded eagerly. "That sounds great! In that case... I won't need a shirt or anything," I told him, a little nervously.

"All right. If you're sure." He looked at me closely.

I nodded. "It doesn't really matter," I told him. "And your brother would be awfully nice to me if he gives me a ride," I added.

He did give me a ride. Mike came along, too. Mike got out of the car and ran up to the bushes where I'd left my clothes, and brought them back to the car for me. I giggled and stepped out.

"Thanks!" I said and gave him a big hug and kiss. "And thanks to you, too," I said to his brother, smiling, then went around the car and kissed him, too. I took my clothes from Mike and put them on.

"Would you like a ride home?" Mike's brother asked me.

"Well... sure, if you don't mind!" I said, smiling gratefully.

They drove me home, then let me out of the car. I got out, then giggled and stripped bare again, waving at them as they drove away. I picked up my clothes and turned and ran into the house.

"Where were you?" my father asked as I came inside the house.

"I went for a walk with a friend from school," I told him. I giggled. "We left my clothes on a side street, then went for a long walk around town!"

He nodded, smiling. "Did you have sex?"

"Well... yeah... oral sex," I told him. "He tied me up! And we took a shower together, too."

"Good!" He nodded, pleased. "You're really making some progress, Karen!"

"I'm glad you think so," I said, smiling. "From now until the end of the school day tomorrow, I'm not going to wear anything at all," I added, smiling. "I'll walk to school naked, stay naked all day, and come home naked."

"And this is the same girl who was so timid and embarrassed to take her clothes off in school on Monday?" he teased me.

"It's still embarrassing," I told him, blushing.

"Are you glad we made you do it now?" he asked me seriously and a little anxiously.

"Truthfully... yeah, I guess I am!" I grinned. "I have to get to bed now. Good night, Daddy!" I kissed him on the forehead and carried my clothes upstairs.

FRIDAY

When I got up in the morning, I stretched, then grinned to myself, remembering what I'd told my dad. No clothes for me at all. I came downstairs and used the bathroom. Just as I started running the water for the shower, I heard the doorbell ring. I started to get in the shower anyway, but it rang again.

I left the water running, but went to answer the door, blushing because I was naked. It was Jimmy's friend Roger.

"Hi -- wow!" he said enthusiastically, looking me over.

"Hi, Roger," I said, smiling nervously.

"I just came over to see if you'd taken your shower yet," he said.

"Not yet," I admitted. "Would you like to come in and watch me again?" I offered reluctantly.
He shook his head, and I almost sighed right out loud. Then he looked at me, smiling hopefully. "Would you mind coming over to my house to shower?"

"Your... house?" I asked, then blushed hard. "W-why do you want me to do that?"

"It's just a block away," he said persuasively. "My older brother in college is home for the weekend with a few of his buddies," he explained.

I reminded myself I didn't expect much in the way of privacy for the day. I remembered my walk around town from the previous day, and for that matter, I'd done the same thing the evening before. Not to mention all of my other adventures.

I giggled. "Sure, I'll do it. Just give me a second, though." He stepped inside, and I went to the bathroom to shut off the water. I also told my mother I wouldn't be having breakfast at home, and would see her after school. I put on shoes and socks, then came back to the door.
Roger was surprised I was still bare, I guess. "Aren't you going to take any clothes?"

I smiled and shook my head. "I'm ready right now. Let's go!"

"All right," he nodded, and we stepped outside and walked over to his house. He seemed surprised; when we saw cars come by, I was clearly blushing, but stood right out in the open, letting them look me over if they wanted to.

"What do you want me to do, exactly?" I asked Roger uneasily as we walked along the sidewalk. "Are you all just going to come into the bathroom and watch me take a shower?"

"Well... yeah, I guess," he said, looking a little anxiously at me. "That's all right, isn't it?"

"Sure!" I reassured him with a quick smile. I took a breath. "But... I'll do whatever you want me to while I'm in the shower."

"You will?" he asked.

I nodded, blushing a little. "I've... gotten kind of used to people looking at me while I'm naked," I explained. "You can have me do... anything you like."

"That sounds like a lot of fun," he grinned.

We stopped outside his house and I left my shoes and socks by the door, then went inside. It was a big, nice house; I'd never been in it before.

The other guys were in the living room, and grinned and stared as I walked in. I blushed, but then smiled at them and kept my hands to my sides, letting them look at me. There were three of them, plus Roger.

"This is my brother Jack," Roger introduced. "Jack, this is Karen."

"Hel-lo, Karen!" He grinned broadly.

"Hi, Jack," I said to him, smiling timidly.

"This is George, David and Ted," he introduced the others, and I smiled and said hello to each of them.

"You wanted me to shower in front of these guys. Shall we get started?" I asked Roger nervously.

He nodded. "Come on, guys, let's go in the bathroom. Karen said she'll do anything we want in the shower."

I smiled at them, and followed Roger into the bathroom.

"Go ahead and start, Karen," he told me.

I turned on the water and adjusted it so it was warm, then got under it. Roger pulled the curtain open as wide as possible. I giggled at the guys, then jiggled my chest for them a little.

"Can you face us and spread your legs wide?" Roger asked me.

"All right," I agreed, and faced them, setting my feet wide apart.

"Reach up and touch the top of the shower with both hands," another of the boys said. He was George, I remembered after a moment.

I did as he said. The boys all grinned, staring at me.

"Wow, what great tits!"

"Look at those pretty blonde curls!"

"I'd like to get my face between her breasts!"

"How about a nice look at your ass, now, Karen?" David suggested after a couple of minutes.

"Bend over and put your palms against the bottom of the tub, but keep your knees unbent."

I nodded and bent over, and let the boys look at me that way as well.

"Stand up straight again," Ted told me. "Face us, set your feet apart... wider... good... now spread open your pussy."

I did so, blushing, but trying to be as obedient as I could.

"How long are you going to keep doing what we say?" George asked me curiously.

"Well, I have to go to school. Until I have to leave, I guess," I told him.

"What limits do you have?" he asked.

"I'm only going to do it in the shower," I said firmly. "I guess I'll do whatever you want as long as it's part of my shower. And you have to let me get ready for school!"

"All right, you can wash yourself, and use shampoo," Roger told me. "Just let us watch."

"Sure," I nodded, smiling, and lathered myself with soap.

One of the guys reached in and turned off the water.

"What did you do that for?" I asked him uncomfortably.

"I thought it would be nice to see you all covered with soap lather, without it washing off," he explained. "Just keep going, please."

I did so, and was soon covered all over with thick lather. "Can I rinse it off now?" I asked him.

"Sure, get under the shower head and I'll turn it on," he said. "Look up at the shower head, and don't look down until the soap is all rinsed off, okay? And stay under the water until you're all rinsed."

I nodded, and he turned the water back on.

I kept my eyes on the shower head as requested, and turned myself back and forth to rinse off the soap. As I did so, I felt the water getting a little cooler, and started to ask him to adjust it to be a little warmer. Then it got really cold. I gasped, and started to hastily reach down to adjust the temperature.

"Keep looking up, Karen," the guy told me, chuckling. "And leave the water temperature to us, please!"

"P-p-please, make it warmer!" I begged. "I'm freezing!"

"I will, when you finish rinsing off," he said, laughing.

It seemed to take forever, but I stayed under the chilly water, and finally I felt the water get warmer. "There, you can adjust it for yourself now," he told me.

I turned it warmer, then warmer again, and rubbed my arms and thighs under the water until I felt warmer.

"That was interesting," the guy told me, grinning broadly.

"It... was?" I asked, feeling a little hostile toward him.

"Your nipples got big and really firm looking," he explained cheerfully.
The other guys were chuckling.

"All... right," I shrugged finally, blushing, then giggling. "I'm glad it was fun for you!" I shampooed my hair, then rinsed it out, and got out of the shower.

"Want a towel, or would you prefer to have some help drying off?" Roger's brother Jeff had a towel in his hand.

"Um... I'd like the towel, please!" I took it from him and dried myself off, then hung it up and grinned at the guys. "I'm glad that's over!"

"Are you going to get dressed now?" one of the guys asked me.

I shook my head. "I didn't even bring any clothes," I told him. "I walked over here naked. I'm not going to wear anything all day, until I get home from school. Except shoes!" I smiled at them. "Roger, what time is it? Don't we have to get to school pretty soon?"

"School starts at 10:00 today," he told me.

"Well, we have time for breakfast, anyway, then, right? Want me to make it?"

We had pancakes, which I made, with the guys eagerly looking on. When we were done, it was still only 9:00.

"Are you guys up for a dare?" I asked them all with a challenging grin. "I've been doing all kinds of stuff for you," I pointed out.

"What did you have in mind, Karen?" Jack asked me.

"You guys ought to find out what being exposed is like," I said. "I'd like to see all of you take off all of your clothes and run out the front door, go around the house and swimming pool, then come in the back door."

Several of them looked uneasy about the idea.

"We can't!" Ted protested. "We might be arrested for indecent exposure."

I shrugged and laughed. "Do it, or I think I'll just go home," I said. I looked down at myself. "I've been running around bare naked for several days. Surely you can make it around the house!"

They argued about it for a few minutes. Then Jack held up his hand. "I can see her point," he said slowly. "Anyway... it'll be kind of exciting. We probably won't be seen by anyone. And even if we were, we probably wouldn't be arrested." He looked around grinning. "Come on, guys!" He started taking off his clothes in the living room.

A couple of the other guys followed his example, and I grinned, watching them. A couple of the others blushed and hesitated, but then started slowly undressing. One of them, Ted, turned around.

"Hey now!" I complained good-naturedly. Look right at me while you do that!"

He sheepishly faced back toward me and uneasily went on with removing his clothes.
One guy was left... that was Roger, who was my brother's age; 13.

"Either everyone does it, or I'm leaving," I told him, giggling. "You too, Roger! Come on, you had a lot of fun making me walk over here, shower in front of you, and cook for you in just my skin."

The other guys teased him; they were all either naked or nearly so. "Come on, Roger!" "Show it to her, Roger!" "It's your damned house, you can do it, too!" He turned really red, but slowly took off his clothes. I giggled; I knew what he felt like, though!

They all ran out the front door together, and I grinned broadly, watching them go around the edge of the house. Then I dashed through the house and locked the big patio door in back, then ran back and locked the front door as well.

I watched outside the back until they came dashing as fast as they could around the pool and up to the back door. I laughed at them as they desperately tried to get in.

"Hey! Open the door!" "Come on, Karen!" "Please, open it!"

"Go back to the front and try that one!" I called to them.

They pleaded with me for a couple of more minutes, then went dashing back around the house. I watched out the front door, waiting for them to come back and find out they couldn't get in that way, either.

They surprised me, though; a minute later I heard them coming up the basement stairs. I gulped and ran back through the house, then decided I'd better leave; they weren't going to be very happy with me! I dashed for the back door, but had trouble opening it. Jack and Ted caught my arms from behind.

"You weren't thinking of leaving, were you, Karen? Just when we were all having so much fun?" Jack pushed m