Forced At School

By Steve DeSomer

Copyright 2016 by Steve DeSomer, all rights reserved

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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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When I was a kid about 12 years old, I was a little stubborn. Also, considering how I am today; a little shy. My folks sent me to a private school noted for its discipline. Justifiably so; they did things public schools would never dream of.
 
Well, it all started with my liking to shower after gym class, as I was too embarrassed to undress in front of anyone. They tried many things, including paddling (it hurt). Well, it still did not work. I thought I was home free. Wrong.
 
Every week there was an assembly to discuss with the student body, the entire student body, what was happening the following week, upcoming test, awards for various sundry things meant to boost spirits and recognize good deeds. The kids thought it was lame, unless they got one; however, it was a way to get out of class for an hour.
 
Anyway, I was shocked to hear my name called. I never got anything except a scolding. So, up on stage I went, in my black slacks, plaid shirt, and tie shoes (school uniform). As I took my place in the center of the stage,  the principle, Mr. Gomez, introduced me and then called coach Mathers up to the podium. I could not see how that could be a positive turn of events. He was not smiling either. There was a commotion in the back of the assembly hall, and I noticed my Mom walk in. She had also tried to convince me to get over this stupid modesty thing.
 
The coach started to explain what was going to happen, and why. I began to realize that this could not be good. The coach went into detail about my "problem," and outlined everything  they tried to do to fix it. As a result, this became a last resort. He started without saying exactly what that last resort was; he just started executing the plan.
 
He said Jimmy, I want you to remove your shirt. I foolishly said that was not going to happen. He said, "It will happen, or I will make it happen"; scary. I was a smart ass; I went"ooooooo", you can't do that in school. He said, "if I had done it in gym class, you would be correct; however, since we were doing it in public, with 320 witnesses, it is all above board. We ran it past the school board, and they required we get permission from your parent. We ran it past your mom, and she consented; so it is going to happen. I said meekly "okay," losing my shirt is not too bad.
 
Soo, off it went, and there I stood with my skinny hairless chest exposed. He handed my shirt to Miss Carter, the Home EC teacher, who had suddenly appeared at the back of the stage. The coach then told me to remove my shoes and socks. Odd I thought. I did and they handed them to Miss Carter. This was beginning to look dire. Next coach said, "trousers." I shook my head no. He started walking towards me. I put my hand up, and reluctantly starter to unzip my pants. The audience was becoming a little bit rowdy with hoots and hollers. I removed them, and Miss Carter received them. There I am in my tidy whities, in front of 320 of my closest friends; and need I add, my Mom; even she had a grin on her face.
 
The coach said he was going to leave it up to the class as to whether my underpants stayed on or came off, leaving me completely naked. The coach asked what they thought. Immediately shouts of "naked, naked, naked" came raining down. The coach said, "You heard em'." I was terrified. "Let's go" he said, "take them off." "Please coach, I promise I'll shower like I am supposed to"; please. Smiling he said, " I'll tell you what, NO. "You brought this on yourself; take them off". I reached for the elastic, hooked my thumbs and slipped them off, and had them unceremoniously given to Miss Carter. There I stood, completely naked. I mean totally nude, I had no watch or jewelry, nothing; completely naked. Coach made me walk back and forth across the stage. A couple of times  I had to hold my arms up, so nothing was covered. At last, it was over; or so I thought. I walked back to Miss Carter, but she withheld the clothes. Coach said, "no, no, no, you do not get those until tomorrow." Addressing the entire assembly, he told them that I was to remain naked for  the rest of the day. If anyone teases or touches him, the same will befall that person. That also meant I had to ride the bus home, naked.
 
I noticed my mom had left the building. When we were done, it was early afternoon. I had a chemistry class and a study hall. Both were uncomfortable; however, I made it. I was one of the first on the bus. All the kids had a good look as they filed onto the bus. Fortunately, mine was the first stop. We stopped on my corner, and I flew off the bus. I had to go an entire block to my house. As I entered and closed the door behind me, I looked up and my mom's weekly Majongg party was in full swing. Three of her friends were there. They asked me to come over there; I looked at mom, and she shook her head yes. As I approached, I said, "mom, how could you let this happen?" She said, "you needed a lesson," in this case, following the rules is not an option." There was more humiliation as I had three soccer moms gawking at me. They actually made me climb on the table, so they could examine me. They had me turn this way and that. Though I must have liked it some, because suddenly I was sporting a mini hard on, which the women noticed right off.
 
Up in my room. I reflected on the day's happenings. In retrospect, it was exhilerating. I attribute that one experience for my love of being naked in front of people.

 

 



 

   
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