Re: Extreme Therapy - Book 1 Complete Book 2 Chapter 21 Posted (11/30/2024)

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Good to see you back in action, Edith, and thanks for the new chapter!

Thanks Bucker. I’ve finally worked out some time on my schedule for writing. I hope to have this story finished in the next few weeks so I can start working on the one we discussed

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Good to see you back in action, Edith, and thanks for the new chapter!

Thanks Bucker. I’ve finally worked out some time on my schedule for writing. I hope to have this story finished in the next few weeks so I can start working on the one we discussed

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In school, you're taught a lesson and then given a test. In life, you're given a test that teaches you a lesson. - Tom Bodett

More Therapy – Chapter 21

When Principal McDaniel opened the door to the dressing room, I could hear the murmurs of my fellow students whispering to one another. According to the plan, she had just told them that I would be attending the school in the nude. In my heart, I wanted to run away. Unfortunately, Sophie was in charge of my body and she was very obedient.

Leading me by the leash, Sophie followed Mrs. Daniels out of the dressing room. Josh was walking next to me as we made our way to the edge of the stage, just out of view from the hundreds of my classmates. Kids I have known my entire life. Ex-boyfriends. Girls I barely liked and others who had been close friends. They all expect me to walk out on the stage and put myself on display like a Greek goddess.

I listened as Dr. Crowe explained to them that even though I looked like Annie, in my mind, I was actually Sophie, and most of them were complete strangers to her. She insisted that they treat Sophie with respect and be kind to her.

Sophie watched Dr. Crowe. She didn’t exactly know what was happening, but when Dr. Crowe mentioned her name, her ears perked up and she took three steps onto the stage. I felt the tug when we reached the end of the leash.

Suddenly, someone in the audience had noticed and shouted, “It’s true!”

After that, the rest had noticed and a loud cheer erupted. Boys and girls all screamed our a loud “Whooooo!” My heart sank. They had all seen images of me being passed around last year. But that was nothing compared to my having to stand here in front of the entire class.

Dr. Crowe turned and looked over at me. Her expression was unreadable, but I knew that impassible look was covering her irritation. She liked things to be done according to her specifications, and I am certain she wanted to time bringing me on stage when she was 100% certain. Nonetheless, since I was already standing in full view, she signaled Principal McDaniel to walk me out.

To my surprise, she handed the leash over to Josh and instructed him to bring me to Dr. Crowe. Josh barely hesitated, but once we began moving, Sophie was so excited at all of the kids suddenly giving her attention that she burst out onto the stage. The cheers didn’t die down and actually grew a bit louder as we got closer to Dr. Crowe, mostly because Sophie began to bounce on her heels as we moved.

Sophie was watching Dr. Crowe for commands, but I could tell that she was eager to go meet these new friends. As excited as she was, I was feeling a sense of dread the longer this went on.

“Students, quiet down.” Principal McDaniel instructed. “Quiet!”

The cheers subsided to a murmur.

“Thank you.” Dr. Crowe said to nobody in particular. “This is Sophie.”

Dr. Crowe gestured and Sophie took a step forward. I stood there in full view of all of my classmates. Sophie had no shame, so there was nothing covering my breasts or shaved pussy. I was standing only a couple of feet from the edge of the stage. Looking down, I could see Ashley and Peggy, two girls I used to sell Girl Scout cookies with when I was 11. They stared up at me looking mortified. Somehow, it made me feel a little better that my friends were feeling embarrassed on my behalf.

Next to Ashley was a boy named Darin. He used to have a crush on me. He had been too shy to ask me on a date, but before all of this started, Ashley said he told her that he liked me. Now he just sat there with his mouth open staring at my naked body.

Sophie looked around at the kids who were now all fixated on me. I didn’t know everyone in school by name, but so many familiar faces brought out flashes of memories from my childhood. All of them were gawking at me. The boys were all the same, excited to see a naked girl standing in front of them. The girls had a mix of expressions. Some were laughing at my humiliation. Others looked shocked at what they were seeing. Still, others looked furious that I was standing here in the nude in front of everyone. I could see them mouthing the word slut or whore.

I was vaguely aware that Dr. Crowe was still talking to the students, but I didn’t think anyone was paying attention. I know that I wasn’t.

“Sophie, come!” I heard Dr. Crowe command. Without hesitation, Sophie ran back and stood in front of Dr. Crowe. Josh was still holding the leash and did his best to keep next to me. “Down.” Dr. Crowe said.

Sophie squatted down. The only mercy here was that I was now facing away from the crowd. Otherwise, with my knees shoulder distance apart, they would be getting a straight shot at my shaved pussy.

I could hear my classmates still murmuring behind me. I was glad I could no longer see their faces. I’d spent the entire summer naked as could be, but here, in front of the kids I grew up with, I really wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

“You,” I heard Dr. Crowe say to someone in the audience, pointing her index finger at someone behind me. “Come up here.”

After an awkward moment, she continued, “What’s your name?”

“Uh, Jenny. Miss Crowe.” I heard a young girl’s trembling voice.

“It’s Doctor Crowe.” Principal McDaniel corrected.

“Josh, hand Jenny the leash and go have a seat.” Dr. Crowe said. “Jenny, I want you to take Sophie for a walk. Sophie, you listen to Jenny and do as you’re told.”

I felt a slight tug as the leash changed hands. “How do I?” She began.

“Have you ever had a dog?” Dr. Crowe asked. For some reason the kids in the audience laughed at that question.

“Yes, um… Dr. Crowe.” Jenny managed.

“What commands did it know?” Dr. Crowe asked.

Jenny seemed to understand, “Sit, Stay, Come. Oh, she also knew Fetch and Heel.”

Dr. Crowe smiled. “Walk Sophie like you would walk your dog.”

“Um, okay… where do you want me to take her?” Jenny asked sounding a bit more confident.

“Take her to your homeroom.” Dr. Crowe said. “You’re responsible for her today. After school, find Josh and he’ll bring her home.”

With that, Principal McDaniel dismissed the assembly, and Jenny reluctantly brought me to her homeroom. It turned out her name was Jenny Parks. She was a freshman whom I’d never met before. Her entire class was new to me. That somehow made me feel a little better. However, the idea of being under the charge of a bunch of 14-year-old strangers should have had me terrified, with the teacher present I felt safe.

“Mrs. Ballantine?” one of the boys asked.

“Yes, Freddy?” Mrs. Ballantine said.

“Will Sophie be in our class every day?” Freddy wanted to know.

“Principal McDaniel said that she will rotate with different students. Some days she may be here, but mostly not.” Mrs. Ballantine answered.

“Can I volunteer?” another boy asked, followed by the rest of the boys and a few of the girls, all clamoring to be the one to keep me for the day.

“Sorry, students. Mrs. McDaniel will have the list of who gets to keep Sophie for the day. No volunteers.” Mrs. Ballantine said with a smirk.

I really hoped that Principal McDaniel didn’t send me off with any of the boys. Other than Josh, of course.

“Everyone take your seats.” Mrs. Ballantine said.

I felt the tug of the leash as Jenny started walking toward her seat without saying anything. “Sophie, come!” she screamed.

Sophie followed her to her desk. Jenny took a seat, but I was standing right in front of her. “Sophie, sit!”

Immediately, Sophie sat down on the cold tile floor. I was still facing Jenny, which seemed awkward as Mrs. Ballantine began teaching her lesson behind me. Jenny’s desk was in the front row, so I was also facing the rest of the class. This was really a distraction to the boys who couldn’t stop staring at me.

“Jenny!” Mrs. Ballantine said harshly.

“Yes, Mrs. Ballantine?” Jenny squeaked.

Mrs. Ballantine took a deep breath and exhaled before saying in a calmer tone, “Sophie is being a distraction. Please take a seat in the back of the room.”

Jenny looked crushed. She must be the kind of girl who always sits in the front row and is first to raise her hand. I guessed that was why Dr. Crowe had picked her. She wanted to keep my under the charge of responsible students, and who is more responsible than the teacher’s pet?

“Yes, Mrs. Ballantine.” Jenny said sadly. “Sophie, come.” She led me to the back of the room, where she took a seat at an empty desk. The look she gave me once she sat down was no longer sad, but fierce.

Since she didn’t provide instruction, Sophie remained standing generally facing the back wall of the classroom. There were various charts, a periodic table, and an inspirational poster. I could hear Mrs. Ballantine continuing the lesson. This, being the first day of school, was mostly going through the syllabus for the class schedule and orientation to high school.

She stopped to scold the class several times to keep their eyes up front. For some reason, she blamed Jenny for the distractions, though clearly it was because of the naked girl standing at the rear of the classroom.

After a while, Mrs. Ballantine stopped trying to compete and addressed the issue. “Jenny, since everyone if going to be staring at her anyway, just bring Sophie up to the front of the class.”

Jenny led me back to her original desk. Mrs. Ballantine took the leash and said “Sophie come here.”

Sophie followed, and Mrs. Ballantine had her stand at the front of the room facing the class. “Class, Sophie is going to be with us all day, and you have to get used to this. So tell me, what do you see?”

Immediately every hand in the class shot up. She called on a boy with blonde hair and freckles in the third row. “Jason.”

“A naked girl.” Jason said, followed by laughter from the other boys.

“Obviously, it is a naked girl. What are you looking at when you see her?” She pressed.

“Her, um…” He hesitated. “I s-see her b-boobs and pu…rivates.” He sputtered.

Mrs. Ballantine nodded. “You see her breasts and vagina. Does anybody have any questions about these?”

Jason sat down looking embarrassed. Everyone else popped their hand back up. “Clara, what question do you have?”

Clara was brunette about an inch shorter than I was, with cropped brown hair held back by a red bow with white poke-a-dots.

“Why doesn’t she have hair on her vagina?” Clara wanted to know. From the reaction of the girls in the class, they all had the same question.

“Good question.” Mrs. Ballantine said, lowering her head to take a closer look at my pubes. “It looks like someone has been shaving her.”

“How can you tell?” Said one of the boys in the back.

“Wait to be called on, Jacob.” She said sternly. She pointed to another boy and he repeated the same question.

“Does everyone want to know this?” She asked. Everyone agreed, so she had the class come forward to get a closer look. “You see those little bumps?” She asked, brushing her fingers over my hood. “These are razor burns. Whoever has been shaving her isn’t doing a good job protecting her skin.”

“Can I feel?” Asked a ginger girl with a long ponytail.

“Me too!” Asked another girl.

Mrs. Ballantine stood there silently considering the request. Eventually, she said, “They didn’t give me instructions on what you can do with her, but… Fine. Sophie, come.” She led Sophie over to her desk and took a moment to clear the papers and books off before guiding Sophie sit on the edge of the desk. “Sophie, lie back.”

Sophie didn’t know that command, so she merely looked her Mrs. Ballantine. “Here, like this.” Mrs. Ballantine took me by the shoulders and gently pulled me down on my back. “Boys on the right, girls on the left.”

The students formed two lines, and she had them each go one by one where she instructed them to touch parts of my body. I was shocked by how forward everyone was once they had their teacher’s permission. Girls and boys were not shy about grabbing my breasts, teasing my nipples and massaging my pussy.

“Do you feel the bumps from the razor?” She asked one of the boys. He denied feeling anything and insisted on touching longer until she told him his turn was done.

Sophie was enjoying the extra attention. So many hands and fingers rubbing every part of my body was so arousing. Sophie had no sense of propriety or morality, and absent those, it was sheer pleasure for the sake of pleasure.

“I think she needs to pee.” One of the boys yelped, pulling back in disgust.

“What makes you say that?” asked one of the girls.

“Look, there’s water dripping down her leg!” another boy said.

The teacher, finally coming to her senses said, “Jenny, please take Sophie for a walk. Here is the bathroom pass.”

“Yes, Miss Ballantine.” Jenny said, taking the leash from one of the boys who had procured it in the commotion. “Sophie, come.”

“I think she already came.” One of the girls said.

“Angie!” Miss Ballantine scolded. “Everyone else, back to your seats.”

Jenny led Sophie out of the classroom and closed the door. As we walked down the hall toward the bathroom, she started talking to me. “Annie? I’m not sure what is happening with you… Dr. Crowe explained it, but I really don’t get it.”

She paused, seeing if somehow I was going to answer her. When Sophie didn’t say anything, she continued.

“Are you faking this just so you can come to school naked? Why would you want to do that? I mean… this is just really weird! Like… Who shaved you?”

We got to the girl’s room and Jenny stopped. “Well, do you need to go?”

Sophie stared at her uncertainly.

“Am I supposed to take you in? How does that work?” Jenny asked, irritated. “Fine, come Sophie.”

Jenny led Sophie into the girls room and into the stall.

Sophie had been taught this over the past couple of weeks, once it was determined that she was going to school. The only problem was that I didn’t really have to pee. So Sophie just stood there confused as to what Jenny expected her to do.

Jenny didn’t know any of that, of course, so she insisted that Sophie at least try. After some pestering, Jenny coaxed Sophie to sit on the toilet. When nothing happened, Jenny gave an exasperated sigh and said, “You are worse than my little sister!”

She finally led Sophie out of the bathroom and back to class. When we got back inside, Miss Ballantine asked, “Is she dry now?”

Jenny replied, “She didn’t do anything” in a disgruntled tone.

Miss Ballantine made Jenny stay at the front of class with Sophie. She had evidently been lecturing them on female anatomy, as she began pointing at different areas of my body and asking the class for the anatomical term.

“Here?” she asked.

“Mammary,” said the class.

“And here?” she touched my right nipple.

“Areola,” they said.

“Why are they so pointy?” Asked one of the boys. The class laughed at the question.

“Take a closer look, are they both pointy?” Miss Ballantine asked.

After a few seconds, Jenny blurted out. “No, just the right one.”

“Why do you think that is?” Miss Ballantine asked the class.

“Well, it’s the one you touched.” Clara reasoned. “Mine don’t do that when I touch them.”

“Maybe it only happens when someone else touches them.” One of the boys yelled out.

More laughter after several boys offered their assistance in helping determine if Clara’s nipples would harden when the boys touched them. Miss Ballantine cut them off and said, “Our only subject today will be Sophie. Does anyone want to volunteer for the experiment?”

Every hand in the classroom went up. “Jeremy, come up here.”

A boy about 3 inches shorter them me with short curly hair and freckles walked nervously to the front of the class. “Look at her nipples.”

“Nice.” He whispered.

“See how the left one is flat the right one is pointy?” she asked.

He nodded.

“Let’s see if there is anywhere you can stimulate, other than her left breast, to make the both nipples pointy.” She instructed.

Jeremy’s eyes bulged for a second before he asked, “Really? I can touch her anywhere?”

Miss Ballantine nodded.

Jeremy placed his palm on my stomach and moved it slowly left to right. Sophie watched him curiously. Nothing happened though. “Can you raise her arms over her head?” He asked.

Jenny and Miss Ballantine assisted, lifting my arms over my head. Sophie didn’t resist, but the two of them stood there holding my arms up while Jeremy stroked up my side and began trying to tickly my armpits.

Normally I am very ticklish, but when I am aroused, it is barely noticeable. Sophie didn’t even flinch. “I can touch the right one, just not the left one, right?” Jeremy clarified. Miss Ballantine agreed.

For the next several minutes, Jeremy began squeezing and fondling by right breast. My right nipple became even harder, but the left one remained soft and flat. He probably would have ran out the close just playing with my breast, but Miss Ballantine told him to move on.

Next, he went downstairs. “Can I touch here?” He asked, stroking his fingers across my labia. My arousal level increased a lot.

“You can, just keep an eye on her nipple.” Miss Ballantine said.

Jeremy’s fingers were gentle. He clearly didn’t want to hurt me or press it too far. He slowly drew several circles around the outside of my vagina before rubbing his middle finger down the slit.

“It’s slippery.” Jeremy exclaimed.

“But look at her nipple.” Miss Ballantine said calmly.

“Oh, wow! They are both rock hard!” Jenny said.

Jeremy confirmed by tweaking each one. “That’s cool!”

The rest of the class began to clamor, “Can we try?”

Miss Ballantine looked at the clock on the wall and said, “Time is about up for today. For tomorrow’s assignment, I want you to see if you can find out why her nipples get hard when she becomes aroused.”

Disappointment spread through the class as they realized that they wouldn’t get to molest me. Then, as she finished speaking, the bell rang indicating that the first period was over.

“What do I do with her now?” Jenny pleaded.

“Take her to your next class.” Miss Ballantine said.

Jenny scoffed before turning and saying, “Sophie, come.”

This was about to be a very long day.

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