Catholic School Girls

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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The nuns at St. Theresa’s Catholic School would be scandalized if they knew what was going on in the courtyard of the old annex.

The annex wasn’t fit for teaching school anymore and since the new building was constructed the annex sat in a hollowed out state as the school planned to refurbish it for meetings, assemblies and other adjunct activities.

Hannah called over to her friend, “Barbara, come here. I have something to show you.”

“What is it?”

“This.”

“It’s a key; so what?”

“It’s the key to the annex.”

“How did you get it?”

“Remember when they had that delivery of TVs and computers for the annex?”

“Yes.”

“Well, when they left, old man Jenson went to lock it up. Just then a big gust of wind came up and blew his papers away. He had to chase them all over the street.

Anyway, he gathered them up and came back in the school. He forgot he left the key in the door. So, I went over and I locked the place for him. I was going to give him back the key, but then I thought that we could use the place for a club house.”

“Do the rest of the girls know that you have it?”

“Not yet.”

“Have what?” a male voice interrupted.

“None of your business, Bobby” Hannah shot back.

“Say, isn’t that the key for the annex?”

“How would you know?”

“Old man Jenson sent me over with some papers for the workmen. He said to leave them in the hallway. The man’s so addled he probably forgot he sent me.”

“Well, what if it is?”

“Hey, let’s make a deal. I won’t tell that you have the key if you girls give me the key. The guys and me were thinking about taking a closer look at the cool stuff they delivered.”

“Is that what you got? We give you the key and you just walk off and don’t give it back. No way! I want some collateral.

Your phone. Give me your phone. You’ll get it back when you give me the key back.”

“OK, we’ll make the swap on Friday afternoon and swap back on Saturday afternoon.”

So the deal was made. Hannah had some concern that the boys might actually steal the equipment, but without a car, they really couldn’t make off with much.

The deal was made and Hannah did all she could to keep from laughing. The key was a small price to pay for access to Bobby’s phone.

She made arrangements to have Barbara sleep over on Friday evening. It only took a couple of guesses to get Bobby’s lock down code. He used the same number for almost everything. It was his birthday: two-digit year, month and day. It was also his locker combination, the password to his school account.

Hannah saw him type the password one day which gave her the idea. She also paid attention as he opened his locker one day. It was also probably his password at home and if he ever got an ATM card, he’d use it there too. Most importantly, it did unlock his phone.

So she and Barbara went to work riffling though his personal data. They found a couple of pictures that were disturbing: pictures of naked women which were obviously pictures of pictures either on a computer screen or from a magazine.

Then they got to “the” set of pictures. Both of them sat there in silence as they looked at the first one. After several long seconds Barbara managed an “Oh – my – God!”

There was a picture of Rodney Hill, Bobby Branson and Eli Johnson posed, in the nude! In the next picture Bobby was missing and Henry Bell was in it with the other two boys.

“I don’t know what they were doing.” Hannah remarked, “But what ever made them think taking a picture of it was a good idea?”

“Maybe somebody lost a bet. Or it’s a dare.”

“I don’t know what it was, but it’s ours now,” Hannah said, sending the pictures to herself and Barbara and the rest of the girls, Penny, Julie and Jan with a note that they would explain in the morning.

They did explain in the morning. Hannah and Barbara met with Bobby to make the phone for key exchange that afternoon. Once she had the key securely in hand, Hannah showed him the two pictures on *her* phone. Barbara did the same with her phone.

“You have to erase those,” Bobby said with an uncertain voice.

“It won’t do any good. All us girls have a copy and I even have it on my computer.”

“You’re not going to show it to anybody, are you?”

“That depends on you boys. Let’s meet on Monday after school to discuss the terms of your surrender.”

“Please don’t show anybody the pictures.”

“The girls and I have sworn ourselves to secrecy – at least for the moment. You have nothing to worry about until Monday afternoon. We’ll meet you boys in the schoolyard by the flag pole. You all, Rodney, Eli, Henry and you, better be there or the pictures will go out to every girl in the school and some of the boys too.”

Bobby just stood there so Barbara reiterated her friend’s threat, “All you boys. If a single one of you doesn’t show, the deal is off and the pictures go out. Do you understand that?”

Bobby just nodded his head.

In the end, it turned out that a video camera had been stolen. Rumors spread fast around the school. The other equipment was too big for a hit-and-run raid.

The girls spent the rest of the day Saturday and all day Sunday texting and talking with each other to determine the boys’ fate.

Never had a group of 6^th grade girls met a Monday morning with so much anticipation. The boys, passing them in the halls between classes, blushed and averted their eyes.

For the girls, classes dragged on forever. The final bell rang and instead of rushing off to the flag pole, the girls met up in a classroom overlooking the school yard. They watched as the boys arrived one-by-one.

“Should we go out now?” Penny asked.

“No,” Barbara said, “Let them stew for a while. You know how it’s like knowing you’re going to get a spanking. Waiting is worse than the spanking itself.”

The girls let the boys wait for at least 10 minutes. By that time, the rest of the students had disappeared. That only made the boys feel more exposed and vulnerable. It also intensified the drama when the girls walked out in a group: like Wyatt Earp and his group walking down the streets of Tombstone to face off against the McLaurys, Clantons and Billy Cliborne.

“I’m glad to see you are all here,” Hannah said, pulling herself up to all 5 foot 10 inches of her stature. She was taller than all of the boys except Rodney and even at that she could have looked him straight in the eye.

“What do you girls want?” Bobby asked. Apparently he was the spokesman for the boys’ group.

“I’m not going to mince words. I will not sugar coat it. You boys are going to be our slaves and do everything we say.”

Bobby looked at his shoes but said, “OK.” He had no realization what everything was going to mean.

“Follow us, boys,” Hannah ordered. “We’re going over to the annex and then into the courtyard. It’s very private there and then we can do it.”

The boys marched following the girls like a group of condemned prisoners. Each had apprehension about what the girls meant when they said they were going to “do it.”

When they got to the annex, Hannah unlocked the door and ushered the boys in. They walked through the mostly dark hallway to the courtyard.

The girls assembled facing the boys.

Hannah addressed the boys again. “The first thing you are going to do is return the camera.”

“We can’t do that. We’ll be expelled.”

“I’m not asking you to turn it into Mr. Gerard personally. Put it in the locker room hamper then leave a note. They’ll be so happy to get it back they won’t ask any questions. Sheesh, do I have to think of everything?”

“OK, we’ll do it. Anything else?”

“Oh, we’re not done with you boys yet. Not by a long shot.”

“What else is there?”

“Your clothes.”

“Our clothes?”

“As in you take them off – all of them and give them to us girls.”

“We can’t do that. It’s a sin to be naked in front of the opposite sex.”

Barbara spoke up, “It’s not a sin. Adam and Eve didn’t even know they were naked until they ate the apple. You do it for us, or every girl in school sees what you look like naked.”

The boys just stood there looking at each other confused. Before they could recover, Hannah drove home her demands. “And once you get naked, you will kneel before us and jerk off.”

“Sister says that masturbation is a sin.” Eli said, finding his voice.

Still acting as the girls’ theologian, Barbara replied, “It is for you boys, but not for us girls.”

“What?”

“When Onan fucked his wife and pulled out and spilled his seed on the ground, he denied God a baby.” The crowd, both girls and boys, gasped at her use of the word “fuck” but that was calm compared with her proposal.

When boys masturbate, they waste their sperm instead of using it to make babies. It’s like birth control or even abortion. When girls masturbate, we do not deny God a child, so it’s OK for us.

Look at it this way. Sister said that stealing stuff was a sin, but if you are hungry and you steal food, it’s OK because you are forced to do it. So you could say that since we girls are forcing you to masturbate, it’s not sin even for you.

Wouldn’t it be nice to enjoy it and not feel guilty about it?” Penny asked.

“Well then that makes it a sin for you for forcing us to do it,” Bobby protested.

Barbara fielded that one. “Not really. We already know what you look like, so that part’s been done and since it was done by accident, us girls really aren’t at fault.

Force you? Oh no. We’re not forcing you at all. You have a choice. You can masturbate for us or not. You can choose the other route: let the world see your pictures.

We know that all boys masturbate, so what’s the big deal? You’re going to do it anyway, so what’s the difference if we watch?”

The boys were defeated. Bobby started to take off his clothes.

“What are you doing?” Eli asked,

“You’re not going to do it, are you?” asked Henry.

“Look guys, they got us. We don’t have a choice. I’d rather do it for them than have all the girls laughing at us for the rest of the year.”

“I’m not doing it,” Rodney protested.

“You all do it,” Hannah said, “or all the pictures go out. I’ll even figure out a way to link the theft of the camera to you boys.”

“Rod, you got to do it. Don’t let us down.”

“No.”

“Let me put this another way,” Bobby said standing in front of him. “You do it or the rest of us boys are going to beat you senseless and then strip you for the girls.”

“You don’t have to do all that work,” Julie said, “You hold him and us girls will strip him. Right girls?”

She got a chorus of yesses and nods on that suggestion.

“Rod?” Bobby asked.

Rod stood there, planted his feet and crossed his arms in defiance.

“Rod, don’t make us to this to you.”

The girls giggled at this internal contention among the boys. The girls were united, the boys were divided. The girls were bound to win.

Bobby made a nod to the other two boys. He stepped forward and grabbed an arm. The other boys joined in. Rob put up a fight but he was overpowered. Once they had him pinned, Bobby looked at Hannah and Barbara.

“OK girls, let’s get him,” Hannah ordered. Each of girls moved forward and started taking off his clothes. Some of the girls decided that some tickling was in order and soon had Rob squirming and screaming to their delight.

When they got him down to his underwear, they stopped. None of the girls wanted to be the one to pull down his shorts. Finally Hannah challenged the shyest girl in the group, “Jan, you do it.”

At 11 years old, Jan was the youngest girl in the group. She had transferred in from another school. The rest of the girls were already 12 and Hannah was bordering on 13. Somehow she managed to screw up her courage. Simply shouting an “OK”, she put her fingers on the waistband of his shorts and yanked them down.

Out popped his penis to the squeals and giggles of the rest of the girls.

Barbara said, “Let that be a lesson to the rest of you boys should you decide to disobey. You did the right thing. Otherwise all us girls would be pressing our Send Buttons right now.”

Turning to Rod, she said, “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it? You could have cooperated, but us girls had to forcibly strip you. Now you’re the first boy to get naked for us. At the moment, you’re the only boy who is naked for us.”

Looking at the rest of the boys, she said, “Now it’s your turn. Are you going to give us any problems or do you want to wind up like Rod. We’ll think about giving him his clothes back when this is over.

We’ll strip any boy who doesn’t get undressed willingly. Then we’ll decide if he gets his clothes back.

Now! DO IT!”

Reluctantly, the boys got undressed and handed their clothes to the girls who put them to the side neatly.

The girls smiled and giggled looking at the naked boys before them.

“On your knees,” Hannah ordered.

First Bobby and then the other boys got on their knees. In this position they were looking up at the eager faces of the girls looking down on them.

“Now here is how this will work. You boys will stay kneeling and jerking off until each and every one of you has cum. You don’t want to be the boy who keeps his friends kneeling all day, so I suggest you get to it vigorously.”

Eli was the first boy to cum. He started to get up. Barbara restrained him and said, “Stay on your knees until each boy is finished.”

Bobby was next to cum, followed by Henry. Rod was the last by still pumping. The girls cheered him on with chants of “Rod-Ney, Rod-Ney.”

Aware of how he was keeping his friends down, he redoubled his efforts and his hand was a blur along his shaft as he pile-drived himself to a forced orgasm.

As the boys were performing, the girls were busy taking pictures with their phones. The boys could do nothing about it.

The girls enjoyed the show when it was over and as the boys were getting undressed, Hannah told them. “That was really good boys. Let’s do it again Wednesday.

Oh, and Bobby, isn’t your sister two grades below us? Don’t you think she’ll like seeing this?

And you other boys. I want you all to find a girl, 4^th grade or higher, and bring her with you next time. I don’t know what you’ll have to tell her, but you better convince her to participate.

All of us girls got some good pictures of each of you boys jerking off. Any boy that doesn’t bring a girl with him the next time ... well, I hope you’ll like being the wallpaper for every girl’s phone in the class.”

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