The Demonstration (Part 1 Posted 12/30)

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The Demonstration - Naomi's class gets a unique opportunity for a demonstration

• Part 1: The Bully - Naomi's bully is put on display, but there's a twist.

[jastes22]

Something smacked hard into my shoulder.

“H-hey!” I yelped, pulling away from my bag.

“Oops!” Denise said with a giggle that had to be fake. “So sorry, there, Naomi. Didn’t see you there. ” She readjusted her designer purse and walked past me to her desk at the back of the classroom.

I rolled my eyes and resumed searching through my bag for my folder. What a jerk. What was worse was that it wasn’t even that original. The tall blonde cheerleader terrorizing the quiet brunette with glasses. Ever since she found out I had a crush on her boyfriend, Jared, she had gone out of her way to make my life miserable.

“Okay, settle down, everyone,” Mrs. Galloway said. She was a young teacher, barely out of college, and looked out of place teaching students just a few years younger than her. “As you know, there’s been some changes to the school’s curriculum. Apparently there’s a big grant out there regarding the female anatomy, but it’ll only go to schools who participate in certain…demonstrations. The school board has sanctioned it, but they want this class to be the first to try it and work out the kinks.”

She took a deep breath, looking out over the class of 35 students or so. The class sizes had been getting bigger and bigger for years—I knew that we needed funding badly to accommodate more students and teachers—and that the school’s administration would do anything for more money. At least they cared about their students, unlike some school systems I knew.

“For this demonstration, I will need one female volunteer to strip naked in front of the class,” Mrs. Galloway said.

Silence.

People looked at each other, confused. She couldn’t be serious, could she? Strip naked? In front of everyone?

Mrs. Galloway sighed, looking nervous herself. “Yes, I know it’s embarrassing, but it is part of the grant’s requirements. Administration asked for a student to participate, and I volunteered one of my students. Any one?”

No one moved. There were a few excited whispers from the boys in the back, but otherwise the room was silent.

“Fine,” Mrs. Galloway said, like she was swallowing a large pill. “I guess I’ll pick a volunteer.” She looked across the classroom. Her eyes locked on me, and for a terrible moment, I thought for sure she would call on me. I was short and a little nerdy, but people seemed to find me cute and attractive. The thought of stripping in front of everyone was mortifying.

Mrs. Galloway looked past me. “Denise? Why don’t you be our model?”

“M-me?” I heard my bully say.

“Yes, Ms. Smith. You have a fairly developed body and you have a good self-image. You are a cheerleader, yes? You’re used to being scantily clad?”

“W-well, that’s not—”

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be, Denise. Get up here.”

I held back a whoop as Denise, the most popular girl in the school walked up to the front of the class. I couldn’t believe my luck. My bully was about to be humiliated in front of the entire class.

Her face was pale as Mrs. Galloway positioned her in the middle of the front of the classroom. “Go ahead.”

Denise wore the same school uniform as we all did—a gray blazer with the school’s insignia on it over a white button-up shirt and a long pleated skirt with stockings and shoes.

“Can I…Can I keep my shoes?” she asked.

“No. It all has to come off.”

Her eyes glanced across the classroom. The room was silent, no one daring to break the strange anticipation that had settled over them like a fog. Was she really going to strip?

Denise flicked off her shoes and took off her blazer, and then slowly, as if to give Mrs. Galloway every chance to stop her, bent down to peel off her stockings. She stood to the side, exposing as little of her front and back as she could, but the effect was still the same. Denise Smith was stripping naked in front of the entire class. I watched with rapt attention, not wanting to miss a single moment of my bully's humiliation. The fact that Mrs. Galloway, an authority figure, was right there enforcing this made everything so much sweeter. There was nothing Denise could do, no way out.

As Denise pulled off the first stocking and placed it neatly on Mrs. Galloway's desk, something changed. She seemed to accept that this was actually happening and started to lean into it, arching her back and emphasizing her bubbly butt. As the girls' volleyball captain, she was tall and slender, with long blond hair that was the envy of those around her, myself included. Her body looked good, and was taking the opportunity--strange as it was--to show it off. My eyes went to her chest, which shuddered slightly from her heavy, ragged breathing. I didn't normally stare, but those tits were suddenly captivating.

Her feet bare, it was time for her to really start losing clothing. She bit her lower lip as her fingers fumbled with the bottom button of her shirt. Her cute little belly button came into view, and she moved to the third button. Still trying to keep up the confident bravado, she leaned forward, slowly moving the fabric of her shirt around the button. The edge of her pink bra came into view, and just the hint of her lower cleavage

Her fingers moved away from her shirt, and the classroom let out a collective sigh. Everyone was holding their breath. A quick glance around the room revealed many of the boys' hands hidden underneath desks. Normally, embarrassing, no one cared at this point, witnessing this act so openly.

Rather than finish unbuttoning, Denise's fingers moved to the zipper of her skirt. The bzzzzrrt of the zipper coming undone was deafening in the silence of the classroom.

Her skirt fell to the ground around her bare feet, and suddenly she was standing there in only her panties and a shirt that was half-way on. She looked over us and blushed at the fierce and undivided attention directed towards her. Her fingers hurriedly worked to unbutton the last two buttons of her shirt and pull it off her shoulders. Mrs. Galloway took the shirt and placed it on the teacher’s desk.

Her underwear was a set of light-pink cloth panties and bra, cute and frilly. Her panties were conservative without being embarrassing, and her bra was large and clung to her body. Even when humiliated, she still looked good.

She flushed deeper and folded her arms in front of her chest and leaning back, as if to make herself smaller. A few times she would take a sharp breath and lean forward as if she was about to move her arms, but then hesitated and returned to her huddled cocoon-like position.

"Go on, Denise," Mrs. Galloway prodded. "We don't have all day."

Denise let out a quiet whimper and with one arm still wrapped over her bra-clad chest, she tugged on her pink panties. The fact that she wasn't using both hands drew out the process, each tug like a punch.

Finally, her cute pussy came into view, red, swollen, and dripping with moisture. She was so turned on, and she knew it was humiliating. I held back a grin, instead focusing on etching this memory into my brain. My fingers itched to reach for my phone. Mrs. Galloway didn't say we couldn't record this, but I didn't dare make a wrong move and risk ending this glorious experience prematurely.

The panties fell completely at her toes, and she took in a deep, ragged breath. I frowned at the sight of her perfectly-waxed pussy. If I hadn't known better, I would have guessed that she was expecting her body to be put on display. It was so unfair how easily some people had it and how perfect their bodies were. Still, this moment was penance enough for me. She stepped out of her panties and they were snatched up by Mrs. Galloway who was also starting to blush for some reason.

I reined in my thoughts as Denise reached for her bra. I didn't want to miss this. She gave one last desperate glance at Mrs. Galloway, who simply shook her head. With a defeated sigh and with one hand still over her womanhood, she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the ground.

And suddenly she was there, standing in front of all her classmates without a stitch of clothing. The thing of nightmares. Well, her nightmares--I was living the dream.

"Mrs. Smith? We need to do a proper evaluation. Hands behind your back, please," Mrs. Galloway said.

For a moment, she just stared at the teacher, frozen in fear. Then the spell broke and she moved her hands to clasp them behind her. As her breasts were revealed, whispers started in a fury. Her chest was so flat, with tiny little nipples. I realized—along with everyone else—that Denise, the most popular girl in school, padded her bra.

I suddenly felt a little angry. She’d make fun of me for my big boobs. They weren’t huge, per se, but they were definitely disproportionately big for my diminutive frame.

"Good," Mrs. Galloway said, obviously trying not to look at Denise too directly. "It's time for your instruction."

"Actually..." Denise said, and I felt my blood run cold. What was she doing? "I was thinking...if this is supposed to be educational, why don't we get a second model? You know...for comparison. I even have the perfect person in mind."

Mrs. Galloway considered it for a moment. "Sounds like a good idea. Who did you have in mind?"

Naked and on display, Denise looked at me. Even completely nude and humiliated, in a single moment, she had all the power. "I was thinking Naomi might join me."

[TeenFan]

Perhaps Denise gave in too readily? Considering there was something about her that is extra embarrassing, she would have more strongly
resisted.

The description of Naomi makes me think of Christina Ricci.