Stripped in front of high school friends, in a room full of mirrors

[Pants_Down]

Back in the 1950's...

High school. You have a math exam this morning, and you're not prepared.

So just as some of your friends on the bus suggested, you tell the math teacher you're sick, and she gives you a hall pass, telling you to report to the infirmary.

The nurse is skeptical. She tells you to pull down your pants, and get onto her exam table, face down. As you unbuckle your belt, undo the button at the top of your pants, and open them, you notice — to your horror — that the door to the infirmary isn't firmly closed. It drifts open, and there are plenty of staff and a few off-duty teachers, passing in the hall outside.

The nurse is pissed. "Get to it, young man. I'm very busy. You either have a fever, or you don't."

The door has drifted open wider. In the hall, staff and teachers of both sexes have started to notice what's happening in the infirmary, and a few of them stop to watch... including two female teachers who don't bother to suppress their grins.

The nurse is out of patience. "I think you're faking. You're five seconds away from a trip to the assistant principal's office."

Hoping to minimize the trouble you could be in, you turn your back to the doorway. Your hands shake a little, as you slide down your pants and underwear, but that the gawpers in the hall can only see your bare hips... not your dick.

You do hear giggles and snickers, and one low whistle, from the onlookers out there.

With your pants and underwear at your ankles, feeling clumsy, you lie face down on the nurse's exam table. The crinkly paper feels strangely erotic on your bare skin, as the nurse twirls and guides a cold, greasy thermometer into your bottom hole.

You continue to hear all the noise from the hallway, telling you that the door is still open. A growing number of witnesses, including some students with hall passes, are peeking at your bare bum with the thermometer being manipulated vigorously between your cheeks

You hear a budding swell of titillated conversation, just as the nurse opens your nether globes widely and slowly slips out the thermometer.

You can't see the onlookers' faces without turning, which you are not about to do. But you can see the nurse as she reads the thermometer, and shakes her head.

"Perfectly normal." The nurse scowls as she wipes and rinses the thermometer. She crumples a paper towel and wipes roughly at your Vaselined hole.

Still with your tummy against the examination table, and your pants down, as still more onlookers in the hall outside gather, gawk and giggle, you blush and think furiously about your friends on the bus, Jim, Andy and Sally, who recommended this tactic. You recall what else they said. There's a chance it may work!

"Umm...my doctor said this might happen, but my fever only spikes when I get really nervous. Like on a math test."

The nurse looks at you strangely, with something very close to a suspicious smile. She turns and shoos away the giggling spectators at the door, then pulls it closed with a loud click.

Still glaring at you, she says, "Pull up your pants and come with me." She indicates a door at the back of the clinic.

Your back door still feels slightly cold and greasy as you pull your underwear and pants back into place, and fumble your belt into position. But at least, you're dressed again.

You shiver and follow the nurse down a dimly lit back hallway you've never seen. Where is she taking you?

Finally, you arrive at a rusty door that opens onto an exercise room full of mirrors. Lying on their bellies on rubber mats, naked from waists to ankles and their hips fully exposed, with a gleaming thermometer embedded in each, are Jim, Andy and Sally. The boys have their corduroy pants, belts and underwear bunched around their heels. Sally's skirt has been flipped up in back, and her pink panties have been pulled down to her feet.

They look at you, miserable and humiliated, then back at the mimeographed tests and pencils in front of them, and at the humming clock on the wall. Sally in particular is blushing beet red. Her ass is quivering and beautiful...you've never seen it before...but her squirming under your gaze just exposes it in different angles in the wall mirrors.

The nurse laughs softly. "They had a quiz this morning, too, so that's the fourth time I heard this story."

With that, she drops a rubber mat in front of you, and then unbuckles your belt again. She makes short work of your pants and underwear, yanking them to your ankles. You are mortified to see your body, naked from the waist down, reflected in the mirrors, your limp penis and scrotum jangling from the ubrupt stripping. Your bottom is simultaneously visible to all. Despite herself, Sally lets out a muffled peal of laughter.

You try to hide your genitals with your hands. The nurse shakes her head and hands you the quiz. "Never mind that. Get on your belly and get busy. You've only got twenty minutes before the girls' gymnastics class is in here."

After you crouch and then cringe onto the cold rubber mat, the air of the room chill against your bare cheeks, you feel the nurse's fingers dab your anus with Vaseline again. You can't watch in the mirrors as the thermometer slides in again. But you know your friends are watching every moment.

"Good luck on the quiz," the nurse says, as she settles in to proctor. "And I'd better see some high temperatures by the time you're done. You won't like what happens next, if I don't."