This is the Cronenberg Academy story Catherine the Great by dah (Honestly, I think this is my favorite of the stories on the page). It's very long, so I'll be adding a chapter every few days until it's completed.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6
Chapter 7 Chapter 8
Catherine the Great, Chapter 1 - Introduction
Suzy O'Brien was absolutely ecstatic. She had become great friends with Catherine Higgins since that day they first met on the bus. Suzy remembered that day with very mixed feelings, and remembered it very clearly even though it had been weeks ago. The day she had had the great good fortune to meet Catherine was the same day that she had been forced to spend the entire day naked as punishment -- unmerited punishment. She had been punished for possession of cigarettes, and she knew that they had been placed in her purse by Jackie Keaton, as revenge for making her late for class. To be fair, that had only caused her to lose her blazer, blouse and bra. Losing her skirt was her own fault. At least partly. Of course, she would never have called Ms. Carpenter "Miss" if Jackie's trick had not flustered her so greatly, so Jackie should bear part of the blame. The final, most humiliating punishment -- the loss of her panties -- was her brother Anthony's fault. It was he who had added his red raver socks to the washing machine while she was laundering her underwear, the underwear that by the school's regulations had to be white, and they had caused the cotton panties to become pink. Worse still, the afternoon had been an unexpected field trip to the Art Gallery in the city, where she had been seen in Eve's outfit, not only by her classmates, but by hundreds of strangers, and even by her mother and their gossipy next door neighbor.
Definitely the most humiliating day of her whole life. The only good part was that she had met Catherine, who had stood up for her when Jackie and her cohorts tried to embarrass her further. Catherine had only arrived at the school the week before, and this was the first punishment she had ever beheld. Catherine had greatly admired Suzy's spunk, and the friendship had blossomed quickly, even though the girls were in separate classes, so they only saw each other at extra-curricular events, and between classes. Since Suzy lived at home, while Catherine boarded at the school itself, they didn't even get to see each other in the evenings or on weekends.
Suzy had managed to persuade her father to let her invite Catherine to come to their place for a weekend, but unfortunately, Catherine's mother who was still back in England had not given written permission for Catherine to be allowed out without the direct supervision of the Cronenberg School staff.
Mr. O'Brien was on the Cronenberg Board of Directors and also often helped the School out by tutoring a number of students, so the headmistress had actually taken the unprecedented step of writing to Mrs. Higgins suggesting that time spent in a local home with a friend might do Catherine some good, and enclosing a permission form that she could sign and return. Mrs. Higgins had done so, and the letter had arrived on Monday. Suzy had checked with her parents that evening, and on Tuesday she and Catherine had presented her father's written agreement to the headmistress. Since she was just on her way to her last Friday afternoon class, it was only one hour until the two of them would begin the longest time together that they had yet had.
Catherine wasn't quite as happy as Suzy.
At this very moment, she was standing in front of the headmistress, beside a girl called Jenny. She did not know why Jenny had said the things she had, and she certainly deserved the slap on the face that Catherine had dealt her. Jenny's left cheek was still a fiery red, and Catherine's hand throbbed painfully from the violent contact, but that wasn't why she so regretted that she had lost her temper.
Had Catherine been aware of a couple of facts, she might have better understood Jenny's unkind words. Catherine had told nobody but Suzy how homesick she was, how much she missed her mother. She had admitted that to Suzy as they sat on the edge of the stage immediately prior to the auditions for the school's next dramatic presentation, Thornton Wilder's Our Town.
"Like all true red-heads, I have a very quick temper. I tend to fly off the handle when someone insults me. Even more so, when they insult my family or my country. My mother sent me here because she felt the humiliation punishments might work better than the canings I had received at my school in England. I got into a bit of a brawl with yet another girl, and the suspension I received was the last straw for my mother. She had heard of this place from a friend of a friend whose daughter was here several years ago. She said the girl had graduated a changed person; so my mother reluctantly decided that I had to come here."
Since Jackie was in Suzy's class, Catherine's knowledge of her was almost all second hand; therefore, she did not realize that Jackie would consider her support of Suzy during her humiliating adventure as something deserving of Jackie's revenge. And neither of the two girls had seen Jackie behind the curtain, smiling at these words. They did not see the smile grow into a positively evil grin as Catherine continued her confession.
"I think me Mum was right. As I've already told you, I think I would just die if I had to be starkers even just in one class, so I've been very successful in keeping my temper since I got here. I made one mistake that you will appreciate: I called Ms. Carpenter "Miss" and she took my blouse for the rest of the day. Thank God, it was the second last period of the day that I made that stupid mistake. I have never been so humiliated in my life. I would rather have six of the best any day. Please don't tell anyone about my problems back at home, Suzy; I am so ashamed of my actions, that I think I'd almost rather spend a whole day in class naked."
Jackie slipped away at that time, and passed through the hall, coming into the auditorium through the main entrance, all the while wondering how best to use the information she had just obtained. Jackie had always been interested in the theater, and last year, she had directed a one act play that was presented at homecoming, to the great delight of the alumni. Jackie was always surprised, as were almost all the other students, that anybody would want to come back to this horrible place once they were free, but strangely enough most of them did.
At any rate, the play was such a success, that the headmistress had suggested to Miss Copoletta that they should try a student director for a change, and Miss Copoletta agreed, reluctantly. The reluctance was not due to pique, but because she was worried about the pressure that this job would place on the young Jackie. This year, for the first time, the ten schools of the region had decided to have a drama competition involving full length dramas, instead of the usual "Festival of One-Act Plays". The plan had finally been accepted when Ed Moravoss, of the largest theater in the area, had made an offer the school trustees could not refuse. He was a great believer in promoting the arts and offered to donate the use of his main auditorium for five days. The schools would each give a performance, either a matinee or evening show; thus Monday to Friday would be just enough to allow all ten schools to participate. He pointed out that no school had facilities at all similar to his; therefore, no school would have a "home field" advantage. He would, moreover, personally donate $10,000 to be used as a scholarship to the winning school. Tickets for the shows would not, as in previous years, be free, but would be sold for two and a half dollars per show, with the entire gate for each performance going to that school for whatever purpose they wanted. Since the theater had over two thousand seats, a school that sold out its performance would receive over $5,000. What board could resist the possibility of receiving up to $15,000 with no possibility of a loss? When he had explained how, if all the schools agreed, the winner could receive another possible $55,000, the schools had agreed unanimously. In the ten months since that agreement was made, everything had been prepared.
Jackie had been a little disappointed that both Suzy and Catherine were good actresses. She had to make this play a total success, both for the school and more importantly to her, for her future in the business. If she could show that she had directed a play that won thousands of dollars, she was sure it would advance her career. When she had been preparing the one-act play the other year, Jackie had told Miss Copoletta that she very much wanted to direct Our Town; and when the headmistress had been adamant about using a student as director, even at the risk of losing the prize money, Miss Copoletta had proposed the play, and the headmistress had agreed at once. At the auditions, the two of them agreed that Catherine was really the only choice for the part of the Stage Manager, while Suzy would be a perfect Emily.
The entire school was working on the play, some in costumes, more in publicity. Mr. Moravoss had told the schools that he would print and distribute the posters, but in return for this favor, the schools would have to let the students produce the poster on their own.
Jackie was almost too involved in the play to set up any form of revenge, but, when the memo concerning the new punishments for physical violence came out last Friday, she had a brainwave. She wanted to wait until after the play was produced, but she knew that her best chance of success would be greatly diminished if anyone else was punished under the new code. Late that same day, she had had a short but fruitful meeting with two of her cohorts, Jenny and Frankie.
Frankie had finally inveigled Catherine into a game of "Truth or Dare" with several other girls. She was able just before lights out to trick Catherine into taking the dare, and the first part of Jackie's revenge was complete. Jackie had expected the whole thing to be done by Tuesday, but she had forgotten to emphasize that time was of the essence, so it wasn't until just five minutes ago that Jenny had found the chance to carry out her part. Since she was not in Catherine's class either, her chances were few and far between.
She had finally seen Catherine in the hall, reading a letter just outside Miss Copoletta's room. Since the letter was from her mother, homesickness had overwhelmed Catherine and a few tears were trickling down her cheeks. Jenny had carefully placed herself right outside the doorway, in plain sight of the teacher, and said to Frankie beside her, "Look at the baby cry! She is a true weakling, just like her mother. She was too weak to control her and so just took the easy way out, sending her away."
The slur on her mother was just too much for Catherine, especially as the letter had only emphasized to her just how far she was from the person she loved most in the world, and her hand had knocked her taunter's head sideways before she even knew she had moved.
Now she stood in front of the headmistress, and the memo on violence was foremost in her mind.
Miss Copoletta unhappily related the entire incident as she had seen it. The headmistress turned first to Jenny.
"Do you deny saying those things about Catherine?" Jenny had known she would be in trouble, but she was willing to accept the punishment for the sake of Jackie's revenge, and hers. After all, when she had pointed out the resemblance of the naked Suzy to a topless portrait in the gallery, Suzy had been totally humiliated until Catherine had retorted, "So you're saying Suzy really is pretty as a picture," thus cheering up Suzy and making her look like a fool. This revenge would be sweet.
"That was a very cruel and unnecessary comment," continued the headmistress, "and I believe you should spend a full day with no blouse." Jenny had been expecting this, and so her hands moved automatically to her top button. "On second thought, the comment was crueler than that. I think we should make that no top." Jenny gulped as she heard that, and saw Miss Copoletta's vigorous nod of agreement. She slowly removed her blouse and placed it on the corner of the desk. It was only as she unclipped her bra, slid it down her arms and dropped it on top of her blouse that the severity of the punishment struck home. She had a two special functions to fulfill tomorrow, one in the morning due to her ability in sports and one in the afternoon for which she had volunteered in order to mock people. That action had certainly backfired. She began to wonder if this would be a revenge at all.
Catherine shivered as the headmistress turned to her. "Catherine, you must realize from the punishment I have just given to Jenny that I feel you were treated shamefully; however, you must have read the memo on physical violence by now. What was the first sentence of that memo?"
"There is no excuse for a student to use physical violence at school."
"Do you feel that your case should be an exception to that rule?"
Catherine looked at the floor, cursing her quick temper, mentally kicking herself. She actually did agree with the statement. There is nothing worse than being punished when you deserve it. If a punishment is undeserved, you have the release of complaining about the unfairness of it all; but if it is deserved, you have nobody to blame but yourself. "No, ma'am. I agree with the statement and deserve punishment," she said, her voice low but steady.
"And that punishment is?" The headmistress did not let her pleasure at Catherine's response show. She had not believed that the girl would have come so far so fast.
"The basic punishment for a first offence shall be the loss of all clothing for a period of one week." Catherine's voice was still very low as she quoted the memo, but it began to quiver as she continued, "If there is a repetition, the..."
"That's enough," interrupted the headmistress. "You are ready to serve the punishment?" Catherine nodded dumbly, and Jenny visibly perked up as she thought of the possibilities this week would bring. "Very well. The final paragraph in the fine print is germane, I believe." Both girls stiffened, as neither had bothered to read that little footnote. "It says: 'In certain cases, such as exceptional provocation, the basic punishment may be reduced, but in no circumstances may it be reduced to less than half of the basic punishment'. Miss Copoletta appears to agree with me that there was extreme provocation in this case." She saw her subordinate's enthusiastic nod. "Therefore, you must remove your clothing now, and not wear anything until you get up on Tuesday morning."
CA/Catherine The Great (by dah) (Chapter 8 04/03)
CA/Catherine The Great (by dah) (Chapter 8 04/03)
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Re: CA/Catherine The Great (by dah)
Catherine the Great, Chapter 2 - Disaster
Catherine placed her mother's letter near the corner of the headmistress's desk that was closest to her, dropped her tie next to it, then glumly unbuttoned the white blouse and placed it on top of the tie. She began to blush as she reached behind her back and unclasped the bra. Unlike Jenny, however, her nipples hardened at once. Part of that was the cold air striking them suddenly, but part of it, she was surprised to find, was that she was turned on. Her 34D's were amazingly firm for breasts so large. She could see Jenny's chagrin that her 36C's were not only smaller than Catherine's, Catherine's nipples and areolae were larger and darker and standing out unbelievably well against the almost white skin of the red-haired beauty, standing out much better, whichever way you want to take "standing out", than her lighter tips against her darker skin. On top of that Catherine's breasts were firmer and pointed higher than hers. Jenny started to gnaw her lip as the bra was dropped on top of the blouse, the piles on the two corners of the desk now equal.
As Catherine slowly removed her skirt, she heard the headmistress pronounce the remainder of her sentence; something she had already realized. "Of course, you know that students being punished in this way cannot leave the school for any purpose, unless accompanied by staff. I'm afraid your weekend with Suzy has been canceled." Catherine nodded dumbly, succeeding in holding back the tears, if only barely. She knew she would have died from the humiliation of being seen in her nakedness by Suzy's parents and brother, but she also was going to miss the time with her friend. She truly needed a whole day with a close friend. She swallowed a large lump in her throat as her tartan skirt was laid over the bra and blouse.
Catherine was so involved in controlling her emotions that she did not notice how carefully, even greedily Jenny was watching her as she slowly slid her panties over her hips and down her thighs. She bent over, carefully stepping out of the basic white cotton, then stood up straight and let the item fall onto the plaid skirt, a striking contrast; forgetting for the moment the special contrast she was showing.
Jenny was remembering what had happened last night at the dare game. Jenny could see the five girls sitting around the floor in Frankie's room in the distinctive Cronenberg uniform. Frankie had carefully guided the game, and the last two girls had been asked about problems with the law, and scrapes they'd gotten into in their youth. As Jackie had predicted, when it was Catherine's turn to be asked, she chose the dare. Frankie had managed to plant the idea of a special dare in the minds of the some of the other girls.
"Have her shave her pussy," one of them cried, and a chorus of agreement followed.
"An excellent idea!" Frankie cried, watching Catherine's stunned face, seeing the expression of horror in her eyes. "But maybe a little too much. I dare you to let me trim your pussy hair."
"Not shave it all?" The tone of relief was unmistakable. Frankie had to admit that Jackie was a very shrewd psychologist; she had said that Catherine would probably refuse the dare, if it came out directly, but if it were a lesser dare, she would probably accept.
"No, just a neat little trim."
"All right, but not in public."
"Wait a minute, how will we know she has done the dare?"
"Because," Frankie hissed as she glared at the speaker, "I will tell you if we do or not... Or, are you calling me a liar?"
The three girls left at once, all agreeing that if Frankie reported to them tomorrow, they would accept her word, of course, and would you look at the time, I still have to do some more homework, and so we'll see you tomorrow.
As soon as they got up, Jenny slipped out from her vantage point in the bathroom she shared with Frankie, leaving the door to her own room half open. She slipped under a pile of clothing, with a thin white cloth covering her face. She could see through it easily enough, but since the light in her room was out, all they would see would be a heap of clothes. Catherine slipped out of her skirt and panties, and both the other girls gasped when they saw the mass of red hair covering her pubic mound. Jenny had always heard that red-heads tended to be very sparsely covered down there, but if so, Catherine was the exception to the rule. The thick curls down there exactly matched the hair on her head, a brilliant auburn. Looking at the thick rings of red gold that framed Catherine's pale face, all Jenny could think of for a moment was the little red-headed girl in the "Peanuts" comic strip with her "naturally curly hair". Jenny felt a twinge of envy at the beauty of Catherine's face.
By this point, Frankie had Catherine sitting on the closed toilet seat with her legs spread wide. She carefully trimmed the bottom of the red-gold thatch with scissors so it formed an inverted triangle, pointing directly at Catherine's slit. Next she carefully removed all the hair from those lips, and from the trimmed area with a hair removal cream. Once the area between her legs and to either side of the "arrow" was cleared of all hair, Frankie delivered the coup de grace. As Catherine sat with her head thrown back, exulting in the unaccustomed tickling of a breeze on her lower lips, Frankie quickly trimmed the top of the triangle into two equal curves, removing the stubble the trim created with another application of the cream. Only when Frankie had totally finished, and thoroughly rinsed the cream off, and had announced the fact, did Catherine look down and see that she was now sporting, not an arrow, but a three inch, bright red heart. The heart was absolutely perfect. Everyone, even her worst enemies, admitted that Frankie was an artist. That was why she would be doing the makeup for the play, creating men from the sweet girlish faces of the School's students.
As Catherine blushed as red as her hair at the idea of the symbol of love right above her sex, Frankie said to her, "Don't worry, this can be our little secret. I'll tell the girls that I trimmed it, but not the shape I made it."
Catherine murmured her thanks, as she slipped into her clothes, and then quickly exited, going back to her own room. As soon as the bedroom door closed behind her, Jenny jumped up from the pile of clothes. "Our little secret", she giggled, and Frankie joined in her laughter.
Now, because of Jenny's mean comments the "little secret" would be secret no longer, and it would not only be the girls at the game who would know of it. Jenny looked again at Frankie's handiwork. She agreed with Frankie that, with that shade of red, a heart was the obvious shape, and the brilliant red stood out unbelievably well against Catherine's pale, almost translucent skin. She smiled to herself at the thought of her in her final class today and in all Monday's classes.
The headmistress gave each girl a late slip and sent each on to her last class of the day.
"I'll see you at rehearsal, Catherine," Miss Copoletta whispered quietly to the departing redhead, who could only nod in return. "And don't forget your letter." Catherine took the envelope with no comment and left.
"It's a shame she can't be with Suzy this weekend. I think a couple of days in that home would have done her a world of good." The headmistress was genuinely fond of the girl, but could not break the rules even for her. "If only I could send someone with her."
"I have an idea about that," replied Miss Copoletta, happy to spend her spare period helping out one of her students, even if the student didn't know about it.
A brief discussion followed, then a telephone call. Half an hour later, the two women were smiling at each other. Miss Copoletta left the office to prepare the stage for the rehearsal to the headmistress's cryptic comment: "Don't make that final announcement to the cast until those two have left; I'll take care of it so far as they are concerned."
Catherine, meanwhile, had walked half-way across the large school building, marveling at the feeling of the cool air on her bare skin, blushing at the exposure she felt each time she passed an open room door. When she finally reached Ms. Carpenter's room, she took a deep breath, glancing at her still rock hard nipples, not willing to believe that the exposure was turning her on. Before she could lose her nerve, she stepped through the door and walked over to give Ms. Carpenter the late slip, trying hard to ignore the gasps and mutters from the rest of the students. The teacher looked disappointed that she would not be able to punish this student for tardiness, but smiled thinly as she looked at the naked body before her.
"Very well, Miss Higgins, you may take your seat," she said sourly.
"Nice trim," said a voice from the middle row as Catherine started to move to her seat.
"I see you took the dare," said the girl beside the former speaker, who was sitting directly behind Catherine's seat. Catherine was startled for a moment, then recognized the two girls from last night's game. There words suddenly reminded her that she was not just naked, she was sporting a pussy that was shaped like a heart, and all her classmates now knew she was depraved enough to do something so wild. She blushed over her whole body, then gasped as her naked butt made contact with the cool seat. She felt the moisture between her legs. Bloody hell, that was not perspiration; she was actually enjoying the humiliation.
Ms. Carpenter, for the first time in ages, decided to use the blackboard at the front of the room, and of course she called on Catherine to come up and write the answer. Realizing that the old biddy was just trying to humiliate her since she could not punish her, Catherine tried to persuade herself, "It's just my classmates. We've seen each other in the showers. This is no different than showering after phys. ed." In spite of the mental pep talk, she could not make herself believe that. She felt the stares of her classmates on her round cheeks, and even more she felt them on her trimmed pussy and naked lips as she walked back to her seat, breathing deeply. She was still trying to calm herself when the bell rang for the end of class.
She was somehow not totally amazed when the students did not make the usual Friday afternoon dash for the door, but took their time getting up, watching their naked classmate. Catherine had not made many friends since she arrived. She was too smart and pretty to be accepted immediately, and then she had made the dangerous mistake of fraternizing with a girl from a lower form. Therefore, it was not surprising that there was nobody who came over to comfort her, just a group of harpies making snide comments about her body -- her face, her breasts, her nipples, her ass, her privates, her pussy hair, especially her pussy hair.
She slipped up to her room, both to get away from the stares and to drop off her mother's letter. She sat on the bed for just a minute before she remembered that she would be needed at the rehearsal at once. Cronenberg School had drawn the coveted Friday night slot, and they would be the final presentation, but this could mean a larger audience as those attending that night would also be the first to find out the winner of the competition.
As she wended her way back down to the auditorium, she thought about the part she had to play. Jackie had made a few changes to the play, trying to make it work with only girls. She had chosen Frankie to do the makeup, and just two days ago, Frankie had arrived with a young man dressed in the uniform of the Terence Gilliam Boys' school.
"If we combined forces with Terence Gilliam's, I would be able to create believable makeup, like this young man. How do you expect me to create believable men from these girls."
"I know it will be difficult, and they won't be totally realistic, but we have to do this on our own. The rules don't allow for joint ventures. Now send him away, you know we work on a closed set." Jackie had become fanatical about protecting her vision of the play from spying eyes, and all cast and crew were sworn to secrecy. "Nothing personal, young man, but you'll have to leave now."
"Can't I even be a stagehand?" His voice was quite high, and seemed somewhat familiar to the other girls.
"NO! You canno... Jenny?!" Catherine remembered Jackie's double take clearly; it would have done credit to the best of the old British comic actors. Frankie was a real wizard at the craft of creating faces.
She had discussed her concept of the Stage Manager with Miss Copoletta and Catherine. "I don't want to waste time on creating a male persona for this character. He was created as a sort of Everyman, who is dressed as a stage manager would be at the time it was written, middle-class male; his is really a non costume. I would like to simply use a female character. We'll drop the hat, and change Mr. Morgan to Mrs. Morgan to keep the sex the same. Also since the Stage Manager speaks to the audience at the beginning talking about the producer, director and several actors, using their actual names, I think she should just wear her school uniform. And so should the stagehands. I think this would bring out Wilder's idea correctly."
Miss Copoletta was quite amazed by Jackie's vision, and just nodded slowly as she thought it over. Catherine saw the humor of the situation. "Since I'm British and playing the lead in what is probably the quintessential American play, being a school girl instead of a professional man won't make it any weirder. I'll be happy to just wear my uniform; I won't need all those costume fittings." The other changes all seemed to flow from this basic one. The hat was dropped, and the character of Mr. Morgan was changed to Mrs. Morgan. Jackie also decided that she needed a costume to remind the audience of who she was when she was playing the minister. A simple white band with velcro would be handed to her and she would put it round her neck like a minister's collar, while she said the line, "In this wedding, I play the minister."
It wasn't until they had actually begun rehearsals that it came home to Catherine that she was on stage for virtually the entire play. The hardest part, she believed, was not memorizing and delivering her lines, it was standing quietly in front of the proscenium arch, watching the other actors on stage.
As Catherine was walking naked along the corridor, Jackie was talking to a Jenny who today could not be mistaken for a boy, as she was still topless. "You were supposed to get her naked days ago, how long is the punishment for?" Jackie asked worriedly. When Jenny told her that Catherine would be getting her clothes back on Tuesday, she was amazed to hear a heartfelt, "Thank God." Jackie couldn't miss the look of surprise on her face and continued, "She'll have a couple of days to get over her humiliation, and won't be worried about being naked on the way to and from the theater. She'll be able to concentrate on the performance." Jenny was shocked that Jackie would put anything ahead of her revenge; she had not realized just how important the play was to the young woman.
Catherine placed her mother's letter near the corner of the headmistress's desk that was closest to her, dropped her tie next to it, then glumly unbuttoned the white blouse and placed it on top of the tie. She began to blush as she reached behind her back and unclasped the bra. Unlike Jenny, however, her nipples hardened at once. Part of that was the cold air striking them suddenly, but part of it, she was surprised to find, was that she was turned on. Her 34D's were amazingly firm for breasts so large. She could see Jenny's chagrin that her 36C's were not only smaller than Catherine's, Catherine's nipples and areolae were larger and darker and standing out unbelievably well against the almost white skin of the red-haired beauty, standing out much better, whichever way you want to take "standing out", than her lighter tips against her darker skin. On top of that Catherine's breasts were firmer and pointed higher than hers. Jenny started to gnaw her lip as the bra was dropped on top of the blouse, the piles on the two corners of the desk now equal.
As Catherine slowly removed her skirt, she heard the headmistress pronounce the remainder of her sentence; something she had already realized. "Of course, you know that students being punished in this way cannot leave the school for any purpose, unless accompanied by staff. I'm afraid your weekend with Suzy has been canceled." Catherine nodded dumbly, succeeding in holding back the tears, if only barely. She knew she would have died from the humiliation of being seen in her nakedness by Suzy's parents and brother, but she also was going to miss the time with her friend. She truly needed a whole day with a close friend. She swallowed a large lump in her throat as her tartan skirt was laid over the bra and blouse.
Catherine was so involved in controlling her emotions that she did not notice how carefully, even greedily Jenny was watching her as she slowly slid her panties over her hips and down her thighs. She bent over, carefully stepping out of the basic white cotton, then stood up straight and let the item fall onto the plaid skirt, a striking contrast; forgetting for the moment the special contrast she was showing.
Jenny was remembering what had happened last night at the dare game. Jenny could see the five girls sitting around the floor in Frankie's room in the distinctive Cronenberg uniform. Frankie had carefully guided the game, and the last two girls had been asked about problems with the law, and scrapes they'd gotten into in their youth. As Jackie had predicted, when it was Catherine's turn to be asked, she chose the dare. Frankie had managed to plant the idea of a special dare in the minds of the some of the other girls.
"Have her shave her pussy," one of them cried, and a chorus of agreement followed.
"An excellent idea!" Frankie cried, watching Catherine's stunned face, seeing the expression of horror in her eyes. "But maybe a little too much. I dare you to let me trim your pussy hair."
"Not shave it all?" The tone of relief was unmistakable. Frankie had to admit that Jackie was a very shrewd psychologist; she had said that Catherine would probably refuse the dare, if it came out directly, but if it were a lesser dare, she would probably accept.
"No, just a neat little trim."
"All right, but not in public."
"Wait a minute, how will we know she has done the dare?"
"Because," Frankie hissed as she glared at the speaker, "I will tell you if we do or not... Or, are you calling me a liar?"
The three girls left at once, all agreeing that if Frankie reported to them tomorrow, they would accept her word, of course, and would you look at the time, I still have to do some more homework, and so we'll see you tomorrow.
As soon as they got up, Jenny slipped out from her vantage point in the bathroom she shared with Frankie, leaving the door to her own room half open. She slipped under a pile of clothing, with a thin white cloth covering her face. She could see through it easily enough, but since the light in her room was out, all they would see would be a heap of clothes. Catherine slipped out of her skirt and panties, and both the other girls gasped when they saw the mass of red hair covering her pubic mound. Jenny had always heard that red-heads tended to be very sparsely covered down there, but if so, Catherine was the exception to the rule. The thick curls down there exactly matched the hair on her head, a brilliant auburn. Looking at the thick rings of red gold that framed Catherine's pale face, all Jenny could think of for a moment was the little red-headed girl in the "Peanuts" comic strip with her "naturally curly hair". Jenny felt a twinge of envy at the beauty of Catherine's face.
By this point, Frankie had Catherine sitting on the closed toilet seat with her legs spread wide. She carefully trimmed the bottom of the red-gold thatch with scissors so it formed an inverted triangle, pointing directly at Catherine's slit. Next she carefully removed all the hair from those lips, and from the trimmed area with a hair removal cream. Once the area between her legs and to either side of the "arrow" was cleared of all hair, Frankie delivered the coup de grace. As Catherine sat with her head thrown back, exulting in the unaccustomed tickling of a breeze on her lower lips, Frankie quickly trimmed the top of the triangle into two equal curves, removing the stubble the trim created with another application of the cream. Only when Frankie had totally finished, and thoroughly rinsed the cream off, and had announced the fact, did Catherine look down and see that she was now sporting, not an arrow, but a three inch, bright red heart. The heart was absolutely perfect. Everyone, even her worst enemies, admitted that Frankie was an artist. That was why she would be doing the makeup for the play, creating men from the sweet girlish faces of the School's students.
As Catherine blushed as red as her hair at the idea of the symbol of love right above her sex, Frankie said to her, "Don't worry, this can be our little secret. I'll tell the girls that I trimmed it, but not the shape I made it."
Catherine murmured her thanks, as she slipped into her clothes, and then quickly exited, going back to her own room. As soon as the bedroom door closed behind her, Jenny jumped up from the pile of clothes. "Our little secret", she giggled, and Frankie joined in her laughter.
Now, because of Jenny's mean comments the "little secret" would be secret no longer, and it would not only be the girls at the game who would know of it. Jenny looked again at Frankie's handiwork. She agreed with Frankie that, with that shade of red, a heart was the obvious shape, and the brilliant red stood out unbelievably well against Catherine's pale, almost translucent skin. She smiled to herself at the thought of her in her final class today and in all Monday's classes.
The headmistress gave each girl a late slip and sent each on to her last class of the day.
"I'll see you at rehearsal, Catherine," Miss Copoletta whispered quietly to the departing redhead, who could only nod in return. "And don't forget your letter." Catherine took the envelope with no comment and left.
"It's a shame she can't be with Suzy this weekend. I think a couple of days in that home would have done her a world of good." The headmistress was genuinely fond of the girl, but could not break the rules even for her. "If only I could send someone with her."
"I have an idea about that," replied Miss Copoletta, happy to spend her spare period helping out one of her students, even if the student didn't know about it.
A brief discussion followed, then a telephone call. Half an hour later, the two women were smiling at each other. Miss Copoletta left the office to prepare the stage for the rehearsal to the headmistress's cryptic comment: "Don't make that final announcement to the cast until those two have left; I'll take care of it so far as they are concerned."
Catherine, meanwhile, had walked half-way across the large school building, marveling at the feeling of the cool air on her bare skin, blushing at the exposure she felt each time she passed an open room door. When she finally reached Ms. Carpenter's room, she took a deep breath, glancing at her still rock hard nipples, not willing to believe that the exposure was turning her on. Before she could lose her nerve, she stepped through the door and walked over to give Ms. Carpenter the late slip, trying hard to ignore the gasps and mutters from the rest of the students. The teacher looked disappointed that she would not be able to punish this student for tardiness, but smiled thinly as she looked at the naked body before her.
"Very well, Miss Higgins, you may take your seat," she said sourly.
"Nice trim," said a voice from the middle row as Catherine started to move to her seat.
"I see you took the dare," said the girl beside the former speaker, who was sitting directly behind Catherine's seat. Catherine was startled for a moment, then recognized the two girls from last night's game. There words suddenly reminded her that she was not just naked, she was sporting a pussy that was shaped like a heart, and all her classmates now knew she was depraved enough to do something so wild. She blushed over her whole body, then gasped as her naked butt made contact with the cool seat. She felt the moisture between her legs. Bloody hell, that was not perspiration; she was actually enjoying the humiliation.
Ms. Carpenter, for the first time in ages, decided to use the blackboard at the front of the room, and of course she called on Catherine to come up and write the answer. Realizing that the old biddy was just trying to humiliate her since she could not punish her, Catherine tried to persuade herself, "It's just my classmates. We've seen each other in the showers. This is no different than showering after phys. ed." In spite of the mental pep talk, she could not make herself believe that. She felt the stares of her classmates on her round cheeks, and even more she felt them on her trimmed pussy and naked lips as she walked back to her seat, breathing deeply. She was still trying to calm herself when the bell rang for the end of class.
She was somehow not totally amazed when the students did not make the usual Friday afternoon dash for the door, but took their time getting up, watching their naked classmate. Catherine had not made many friends since she arrived. She was too smart and pretty to be accepted immediately, and then she had made the dangerous mistake of fraternizing with a girl from a lower form. Therefore, it was not surprising that there was nobody who came over to comfort her, just a group of harpies making snide comments about her body -- her face, her breasts, her nipples, her ass, her privates, her pussy hair, especially her pussy hair.
She slipped up to her room, both to get away from the stares and to drop off her mother's letter. She sat on the bed for just a minute before she remembered that she would be needed at the rehearsal at once. Cronenberg School had drawn the coveted Friday night slot, and they would be the final presentation, but this could mean a larger audience as those attending that night would also be the first to find out the winner of the competition.
As she wended her way back down to the auditorium, she thought about the part she had to play. Jackie had made a few changes to the play, trying to make it work with only girls. She had chosen Frankie to do the makeup, and just two days ago, Frankie had arrived with a young man dressed in the uniform of the Terence Gilliam Boys' school.
"If we combined forces with Terence Gilliam's, I would be able to create believable makeup, like this young man. How do you expect me to create believable men from these girls."
"I know it will be difficult, and they won't be totally realistic, but we have to do this on our own. The rules don't allow for joint ventures. Now send him away, you know we work on a closed set." Jackie had become fanatical about protecting her vision of the play from spying eyes, and all cast and crew were sworn to secrecy. "Nothing personal, young man, but you'll have to leave now."
"Can't I even be a stagehand?" His voice was quite high, and seemed somewhat familiar to the other girls.
"NO! You canno... Jenny?!" Catherine remembered Jackie's double take clearly; it would have done credit to the best of the old British comic actors. Frankie was a real wizard at the craft of creating faces.
She had discussed her concept of the Stage Manager with Miss Copoletta and Catherine. "I don't want to waste time on creating a male persona for this character. He was created as a sort of Everyman, who is dressed as a stage manager would be at the time it was written, middle-class male; his is really a non costume. I would like to simply use a female character. We'll drop the hat, and change Mr. Morgan to Mrs. Morgan to keep the sex the same. Also since the Stage Manager speaks to the audience at the beginning talking about the producer, director and several actors, using their actual names, I think she should just wear her school uniform. And so should the stagehands. I think this would bring out Wilder's idea correctly."
Miss Copoletta was quite amazed by Jackie's vision, and just nodded slowly as she thought it over. Catherine saw the humor of the situation. "Since I'm British and playing the lead in what is probably the quintessential American play, being a school girl instead of a professional man won't make it any weirder. I'll be happy to just wear my uniform; I won't need all those costume fittings." The other changes all seemed to flow from this basic one. The hat was dropped, and the character of Mr. Morgan was changed to Mrs. Morgan. Jackie also decided that she needed a costume to remind the audience of who she was when she was playing the minister. A simple white band with velcro would be handed to her and she would put it round her neck like a minister's collar, while she said the line, "In this wedding, I play the minister."
It wasn't until they had actually begun rehearsals that it came home to Catherine that she was on stage for virtually the entire play. The hardest part, she believed, was not memorizing and delivering her lines, it was standing quietly in front of the proscenium arch, watching the other actors on stage.
As Catherine was walking naked along the corridor, Jackie was talking to a Jenny who today could not be mistaken for a boy, as she was still topless. "You were supposed to get her naked days ago, how long is the punishment for?" Jackie asked worriedly. When Jenny told her that Catherine would be getting her clothes back on Tuesday, she was amazed to hear a heartfelt, "Thank God." Jackie couldn't miss the look of surprise on her face and continued, "She'll have a couple of days to get over her humiliation, and won't be worried about being naked on the way to and from the theater. She'll be able to concentrate on the performance." Jenny was shocked that Jackie would put anything ahead of her revenge; she had not realized just how important the play was to the young woman.
Re: CA/Catherine The Great (by dah) (Chapter 2 03/24/25)
Catherine the Great, Chapter 3 - Rehearsal
Catherine found the exposure on stage very trying, but did her best to put her nudity out of her mind. Suzy had been devastated when she told her that she could not come to her home that weekend. Suzy was so upset that she was having trouble staying in character as sixteen-year-old Emily. Jackie, of course, did not know what the problem was, and started to fume at the shy actress. Miss Copoletta, as faculty advisor, took Suzy aside, and was able to straighten her out in a couple of minutes. Jackie wondered just what magic she had to restore the youngster's acting ability.
Catherine found herself feeling very vulnerable during her speech to the audience that moves the action from afternoon to evening. Today was the first time the lighting crew was trying out the cues they had set up, and the script called for the rest of the stage to be darkened, with just a spot on her. Catherine could see her white skin shining almost like a black light poster, and could also see how dark her areolae looked in comparison. Although she managed to prevent herself from looking down, she was sure that a dark heart would be even more visible. The bright spot shining directly at her prevented her from seeing which of the actors and crew had slipped into the audience area, but she could hear the noise of people moving quietly around out there and knew that she was under the scrutiny of many eyes. She felt herself blushing, and she also felt her vagina start to moisten. She prayed, oh how she prayed, that her dew would not be noticeable to her audience.
Even worse than this, however, was the end of the first act. According to Jackie, Catherine's character represented Everyman, at least in part. "Therefore," she had said long ago, "we must incorporate some action that a man would normally do, but not a woman, at some point in the play." Jackie also indicated that, because the play already contains interaction with the audience, Catherine would not go backstage during the intermissions, but would stay front of stage. During the first intermission, Jackie wanted her to wait while the audience exited, then get down off the stage, and follow them out of the auditorium and pick up a drink -- a soft drink, of course -- at the bar. Someone would meet her in the ladies' washroom to touch up her makeup if necessary, thus obviating any need to go backstage. Since Catherine didn't want to stand there, just leaning on the proscenium arch with no actors to look at, she was reluctant at first, but finally the two decided she should bring a chair out from the set and sit on it.
On Tuesday night, Catherine had suddenly linked Jackie's two ideas. She put the simple metal stacking chair down with its back to the audience and sat on it backwards, a movement far more common to boys than girls. This spread her knees wide apart in a most unladylike position, with her skirt falling between her thighs. She leaned forward until her body was against the metal back, spoke the line, "That's the end of the First Act, friends. You can go and smoke now, those that smoke" with a dismissive gesture, and then dropped her hands to her knees, sitting with arms and legs akimbo, staring at the audience haughtily. Jackie had been ecstatic about the change.
"Perfect. Just the male attitude that I needed. We'll work out something similar for the end of Act II." With that statement, the bit of business became part of the play.
Tonight, as the first act drew to a close, Catherine started the business as she had been practicing it. She placed the chair on the apron, and dropped onto it. The metal was unbelievably cold on her naked cheeks, and this chill reminded her of her nudity. She gasped from the cold, then blushed as she realized that without her clothes, her cunt was gaping wide, clearly visible by the audience through the U of the steel pipe that formed the legs and back of the chair. Trying to recover her calm she leaned forward and her breasts slid over the cold pipe until the back of the chair was firmly pressed against her torso under those mounds. The cold steel was pushing her globes up even higher than their normal position, making them appear larger and firmer than ever. Catherine had to use all her acting ability to deliver the final line without gasping for breath, as the cruel exposure was arousing her unbelievably. She dropped her hands to her knees, and stared out into the auditorium, trying to keep her breath under control, knowing that the entire rest of the cast was now in front of her, gazing at the spectacle she was presenting, feeling the deepest humiliation and the highest arousal at the same time. She could see her nipples had swollen larger than she had ever seen them before, and her vagina was moist again.
"Just sit there watching the audience leave. Keep that haughty look," Catherine heard her director say. While the others were definitely watching the exposed actress, only Jackie picked up on Catherine's conflicting emotions. She had seen them often enough in her victims to recognize the signs, and she used her position as director to keep the poor girl vulnerable while she inspected her. "I was right. The bitch is totally turned on by the exposure. Boy oh boy, once the play is over I will be able to humiliate her again. I'll never let her live this down," she said to herself, then added aloud, "OK, Catherine, time to follow the audience, then we'll take five before we start act two." She watched as Catherine got up from the chair and with a good, but to Jackie's eyes insincere, mask of haughtiness walked down the steps from the stage and then up the aisle, her pace increasing as she headed directly to the ladies' room. Jackie checked out the chair, carefully wiping up a small puddle of fluid that was neither sweat nor piss.
Catherine had run into a stall, and as soon as she sat down, her fingers flew to her vaginal lips. She barely had time to touch them before she felt an orgasm beginning. She managed not to scream, but could not suppress the long shuddering moan that accompanied her satisfaction. Jackie was just about to open the washroom door when she heard the sound, so she stopped, smiled to herself and then turned away to talk to the wardrobe mistress instead. She felt that it might be better if Catherine did not know yet that someone had heard her climax.
Catherine just relaxed for a moment, then took a quick piss. After drying herself most carefully, she left the stall, washed her hands and then splashed cold water on her face. After she had patted her face dry with a paper towel, she could not resist standing back and looking at the body reflected in the mirror. She did not want to seem vain, but she had to admit that she looked pretty good. She stood five foot seven inches in her stocking feet ("or naked", she giggled), and her 34D breasts and 34 inch hips contrasted with a waist that was just under nineteen inches. She knew she was lucky to have such an hourglass figure and she didn't have to diet to maintain it. Her mane of curly auburn hair framed a pale face with high cheek-bones and bright green eyes. Maybe her mouth was a little wide, but when she smiled her teeth were all white and even. For the first time, she looked critically at her private area. The heart right above her privates might be decadent, but it was pretty, and Frankie had done a superb job in forming it. "A heart right above my sex," she mused. "I hope they don't read it like a bumper sticker - 'love sex'." She amazed herself by smiling broadly at this little joke. She should be crying from humiliation, not laughing. "Oh well," she thought, "it is only in front of my fellow actors tonight, and I will be spending most of the next two days alone in my room. It's not like poor Suzy, forced to wander naked in the city, or like that other Catherine that I heard about, who had to dance naked with those boys."
She imagined herself in a dance class, all the other girls and all the boys still fully dressed. As the tall, handsome youngster stepped up to waltz with her, she felt his hand take her hand, his other hand on her waist. She saw his eyes shine as he stared at her firm breasts, and they started to glide round the floor. For some reason, all the other students were just watching, then they started to follow as she and her partner danced along the sidewalk, swirling in and out of the noonday pedestrians, all of whom were looking at her naked breasts and buns as she swung around between them.
As she was passing through a very dense group, a hand fell on her shoulder and the policeman said, "I think we should be starting act two." Jackie's face was reflected in the mirror right beside her own as she leaned, panting slightly, against the sinks. Jackie was smiling kindly, and Catherine hoped she did not realize just how turned on she was. Jackie, of course, had seen those dark nipples, jutting hard from the firm breasts, and had also noticed what Catherine had missed so far, a couple of beads of fluid on her lower lips.
"I want to start the second act tonight exactly as we will on Friday, so assume that it is now about five or six minutes before the end of the intermission. You've come back upstairs after your drink, and are about to enter the hall." Catherine quickly recovered herself and they continued the rehearsal.
The only other thing that was different today from previous rehearsals, was that Suzy's costumes were all ready, so she was acting in costume, giving Jackie a chance to check them out. Miss Copoletta had known about the two girls' weekend plans all week and had told Ellie, who was the wardrobe mistress for this play, to get Suzy's costumes ready first as she didn't want her to have to come back on Saturday for fittings.
Jackie had Ellie add a petticoat to the first costume, to make the skirt flounce more like a teenager might have worn then, but just said that Ellie had outdone herself with the wedding dress.
Catherine found the exposure on stage very trying, but did her best to put her nudity out of her mind. Suzy had been devastated when she told her that she could not come to her home that weekend. Suzy was so upset that she was having trouble staying in character as sixteen-year-old Emily. Jackie, of course, did not know what the problem was, and started to fume at the shy actress. Miss Copoletta, as faculty advisor, took Suzy aside, and was able to straighten her out in a couple of minutes. Jackie wondered just what magic she had to restore the youngster's acting ability.
Catherine found herself feeling very vulnerable during her speech to the audience that moves the action from afternoon to evening. Today was the first time the lighting crew was trying out the cues they had set up, and the script called for the rest of the stage to be darkened, with just a spot on her. Catherine could see her white skin shining almost like a black light poster, and could also see how dark her areolae looked in comparison. Although she managed to prevent herself from looking down, she was sure that a dark heart would be even more visible. The bright spot shining directly at her prevented her from seeing which of the actors and crew had slipped into the audience area, but she could hear the noise of people moving quietly around out there and knew that she was under the scrutiny of many eyes. She felt herself blushing, and she also felt her vagina start to moisten. She prayed, oh how she prayed, that her dew would not be noticeable to her audience.
Even worse than this, however, was the end of the first act. According to Jackie, Catherine's character represented Everyman, at least in part. "Therefore," she had said long ago, "we must incorporate some action that a man would normally do, but not a woman, at some point in the play." Jackie also indicated that, because the play already contains interaction with the audience, Catherine would not go backstage during the intermissions, but would stay front of stage. During the first intermission, Jackie wanted her to wait while the audience exited, then get down off the stage, and follow them out of the auditorium and pick up a drink -- a soft drink, of course -- at the bar. Someone would meet her in the ladies' washroom to touch up her makeup if necessary, thus obviating any need to go backstage. Since Catherine didn't want to stand there, just leaning on the proscenium arch with no actors to look at, she was reluctant at first, but finally the two decided she should bring a chair out from the set and sit on it.
On Tuesday night, Catherine had suddenly linked Jackie's two ideas. She put the simple metal stacking chair down with its back to the audience and sat on it backwards, a movement far more common to boys than girls. This spread her knees wide apart in a most unladylike position, with her skirt falling between her thighs. She leaned forward until her body was against the metal back, spoke the line, "That's the end of the First Act, friends. You can go and smoke now, those that smoke" with a dismissive gesture, and then dropped her hands to her knees, sitting with arms and legs akimbo, staring at the audience haughtily. Jackie had been ecstatic about the change.
"Perfect. Just the male attitude that I needed. We'll work out something similar for the end of Act II." With that statement, the bit of business became part of the play.
Tonight, as the first act drew to a close, Catherine started the business as she had been practicing it. She placed the chair on the apron, and dropped onto it. The metal was unbelievably cold on her naked cheeks, and this chill reminded her of her nudity. She gasped from the cold, then blushed as she realized that without her clothes, her cunt was gaping wide, clearly visible by the audience through the U of the steel pipe that formed the legs and back of the chair. Trying to recover her calm she leaned forward and her breasts slid over the cold pipe until the back of the chair was firmly pressed against her torso under those mounds. The cold steel was pushing her globes up even higher than their normal position, making them appear larger and firmer than ever. Catherine had to use all her acting ability to deliver the final line without gasping for breath, as the cruel exposure was arousing her unbelievably. She dropped her hands to her knees, and stared out into the auditorium, trying to keep her breath under control, knowing that the entire rest of the cast was now in front of her, gazing at the spectacle she was presenting, feeling the deepest humiliation and the highest arousal at the same time. She could see her nipples had swollen larger than she had ever seen them before, and her vagina was moist again.
"Just sit there watching the audience leave. Keep that haughty look," Catherine heard her director say. While the others were definitely watching the exposed actress, only Jackie picked up on Catherine's conflicting emotions. She had seen them often enough in her victims to recognize the signs, and she used her position as director to keep the poor girl vulnerable while she inspected her. "I was right. The bitch is totally turned on by the exposure. Boy oh boy, once the play is over I will be able to humiliate her again. I'll never let her live this down," she said to herself, then added aloud, "OK, Catherine, time to follow the audience, then we'll take five before we start act two." She watched as Catherine got up from the chair and with a good, but to Jackie's eyes insincere, mask of haughtiness walked down the steps from the stage and then up the aisle, her pace increasing as she headed directly to the ladies' room. Jackie checked out the chair, carefully wiping up a small puddle of fluid that was neither sweat nor piss.
Catherine had run into a stall, and as soon as she sat down, her fingers flew to her vaginal lips. She barely had time to touch them before she felt an orgasm beginning. She managed not to scream, but could not suppress the long shuddering moan that accompanied her satisfaction. Jackie was just about to open the washroom door when she heard the sound, so she stopped, smiled to herself and then turned away to talk to the wardrobe mistress instead. She felt that it might be better if Catherine did not know yet that someone had heard her climax.
Catherine just relaxed for a moment, then took a quick piss. After drying herself most carefully, she left the stall, washed her hands and then splashed cold water on her face. After she had patted her face dry with a paper towel, she could not resist standing back and looking at the body reflected in the mirror. She did not want to seem vain, but she had to admit that she looked pretty good. She stood five foot seven inches in her stocking feet ("or naked", she giggled), and her 34D breasts and 34 inch hips contrasted with a waist that was just under nineteen inches. She knew she was lucky to have such an hourglass figure and she didn't have to diet to maintain it. Her mane of curly auburn hair framed a pale face with high cheek-bones and bright green eyes. Maybe her mouth was a little wide, but when she smiled her teeth were all white and even. For the first time, she looked critically at her private area. The heart right above her privates might be decadent, but it was pretty, and Frankie had done a superb job in forming it. "A heart right above my sex," she mused. "I hope they don't read it like a bumper sticker - 'love sex'." She amazed herself by smiling broadly at this little joke. She should be crying from humiliation, not laughing. "Oh well," she thought, "it is only in front of my fellow actors tonight, and I will be spending most of the next two days alone in my room. It's not like poor Suzy, forced to wander naked in the city, or like that other Catherine that I heard about, who had to dance naked with those boys."
She imagined herself in a dance class, all the other girls and all the boys still fully dressed. As the tall, handsome youngster stepped up to waltz with her, she felt his hand take her hand, his other hand on her waist. She saw his eyes shine as he stared at her firm breasts, and they started to glide round the floor. For some reason, all the other students were just watching, then they started to follow as she and her partner danced along the sidewalk, swirling in and out of the noonday pedestrians, all of whom were looking at her naked breasts and buns as she swung around between them.
As she was passing through a very dense group, a hand fell on her shoulder and the policeman said, "I think we should be starting act two." Jackie's face was reflected in the mirror right beside her own as she leaned, panting slightly, against the sinks. Jackie was smiling kindly, and Catherine hoped she did not realize just how turned on she was. Jackie, of course, had seen those dark nipples, jutting hard from the firm breasts, and had also noticed what Catherine had missed so far, a couple of beads of fluid on her lower lips.
"I want to start the second act tonight exactly as we will on Friday, so assume that it is now about five or six minutes before the end of the intermission. You've come back upstairs after your drink, and are about to enter the hall." Catherine quickly recovered herself and they continued the rehearsal.
The only other thing that was different today from previous rehearsals, was that Suzy's costumes were all ready, so she was acting in costume, giving Jackie a chance to check them out. Miss Copoletta had known about the two girls' weekend plans all week and had told Ellie, who was the wardrobe mistress for this play, to get Suzy's costumes ready first as she didn't want her to have to come back on Saturday for fittings.
Jackie had Ellie add a petticoat to the first costume, to make the skirt flounce more like a teenager might have worn then, but just said that Ellie had outdone herself with the wedding dress.
Re: CA/Catherine The Great (by dah) (Chapter 3 03/26/25)
Catherine the Great, Chapter 4 - After the Rehearsal
After the rehearsal was ended, Jackie called the girls around and said they were doing well, then started into the details that she wanted adjusted. Jackie had wanted to get rid of the pipe that the Stage Manager smoked, and Catherine certainly didn't want to smoke, but somehow they thought something was needed to replace it. It was just yesterday that Suzy had made a suggestion.
"About the pipe," she had said to Jackie and Miss Copoletta as they sat in the auditorium just before rehearsal, discussing the progress. "About the pipe, my brother was watching TV last night and he had tuned in an old Kojak. Do you think Catherine could suck a lollipop instead of smoking a pipe?" Jackie had shown little enthusiasm for the idea, but had agreed they should try it. They had managed to find a Tootsie Roll and once Jackie had seen Catherine suck it with a Lolita-like innocence she had realized that it was the perfect prop. Today, they had purchased a whole stack of lollipops, and just for a private joke, Jackie had made sure they were all cherry flavor. Today, she had positively shivered as she watched the naked girl slowly slide the red candy into and out of her mouth.
Jackie told Catherine that she had the moves with the lollipop down perfectly, not to change a thing. She then asked if there were any questions or suggestions.
"You know I have never liked that bleeding pocket watch," Catherine replied, even though she had, of course, had to mime it all today as she had no pocket to carry it in, "but I also agree that a wristwatch isn't right. It's just that the pocket watch seems so male. Anyhow, I was wondering if we could use a watch like a lot of the nurses used in England. These are smaller than a pocket watch, and are clipped or pinned onto the uniform, hanging like a pendant or brooch. How about it?"
"It would be a good idea, but where would we find one? No, I think we will have to keep the pocket watch."
"Would a watch that hangs on a chain, like a necklace, be of any help?" Everybody jumped as the strange male voice boomed out from the back of the auditorium. One of Catherine's hands flew to cover her privates, the other swung across the chest covering her breasts. The action was unthinking and as soon as she had done it she saw the frown on Miss Copoletta's face and remembered that it was forbidden to cover up while being punished. She swallowed hard and let her arms drop to her sides; the smile of approval from her favorite teacher made her feel happier again, and almost let her forget that she was now totally exposed to a strange man. Almost.
"Daddy!" squealed Suzy.
"That sounds wonderful, Mr. O'Brien," said Miss Copoletta. "Do you know where we can buy one?"
"Nonsense!" he replied as he walked down the aisle towards them. "My wife owns one. She never wears it, and will be quite happy to loan it to you for the production." He shook hands with the teacher, then swung round so he was facing the naked young girl. "And you must be that Catherine Higgins that my daughter is always talking about. I'm Suzy's father. Pleased to meet you." Catherine was so stunned that this strange man did not even appear to notice that she was naked that she reached out and took the proffered hand without thinking. "Since you're going to be wearing it, you must not forget to remind me to give it to you before you come back here at the end of the weekend."
Catherine felt the bitter tears well up in her eyes. "I'm sorry, sir, but I can't come. I'm being punished and can't leave the school except with a staff member."
Miss Copoletta spoke up immediately. "The headmistress and I discussed the problem. Since Mr. O'Brien is a director of the school and tutors a number of the students, and as Mrs. O'Brien has also done so in the past, we decided that they could be considered staff for the purposes of this regulation. So you can have your weekend with Suzy."
Catherine gave a little scream of delight and the two friends hugged. "Miss Copoletta told me at the start of rehearsal, so I could act, but said if I told you, I would get twice your punishment, and the permission would be rescinded. The headmistress felt not knowing of the change was a bit more punishment. But I've just been bursting to tell you."
As the two youngster babbled on, Miss Copoletta asked, "You have spoken to the headmistress, and she has explained all the rules, of course." He nodded and she continued, "You know about Sunday."
"Don't worry, they'll be there."
The two friends were far too engrossed in plans for the weekend to hear this exchange, but Jackie's ears pricked right up.
"All right you two, we mustn't keep Mr. O'Brien waiting. Catherine, you know the rules. You must obey Mr. or Mrs. O'Brien as if they were your regular teachers. You must be accompanied by one of them at all times, while away from the school." Catherine gulped and nodded. As if she would want to go outside alone in this state. Suddenly her nipples hardened. She had just realized that she was going to be going out of the school totally naked except for shoes and socks. She would only be in the car, of course, but would still be visible to other cars and to pedestrians. She gulped, then realized that Miss Copoletta was still talking. "If you disobey either of them, they are under orders to report you, and you will be severely punished. Remember the rule about covering up. If you do try to cover up, they will report you, and you will be punished." Catherine shivered as she saw Mr. O'Brien nod his agreement.
"I didn't prepare my things... I... thought I wasn't..."
"That's OK," boomed Mr. O'Brien. "We have several spare toothbrushes, and you can borrow anything else you need from Suzy here."
"Sure you can," giggled Suzy. "I think my socks will fit you." The whole group broke out laughing at this statement, except for poor Catherine who blushed again at the reminder of just how naked she would be.
"All right you two, that's enough. Suzy, your costumes were all fitted today. Catherine, you will be wearing your uniform, so no fitting is necessary, and the clerical collar worked today. The two of you go with your father, Suzy. The rest of you wait here until we can arrange your fitting time tomorrow. Somebody go get Ellie, she needs to help us set up the times."
The two friends were out of the auditorium long before Ellie arrived, so they did not hear Miss Copoletta say: "Listen up, everybody. You too, Ellie. Before we get down to tomorrow's fittings, I have an announcement to make about Sunday.
After the rehearsal was ended, Jackie called the girls around and said they were doing well, then started into the details that she wanted adjusted. Jackie had wanted to get rid of the pipe that the Stage Manager smoked, and Catherine certainly didn't want to smoke, but somehow they thought something was needed to replace it. It was just yesterday that Suzy had made a suggestion.
"About the pipe," she had said to Jackie and Miss Copoletta as they sat in the auditorium just before rehearsal, discussing the progress. "About the pipe, my brother was watching TV last night and he had tuned in an old Kojak. Do you think Catherine could suck a lollipop instead of smoking a pipe?" Jackie had shown little enthusiasm for the idea, but had agreed they should try it. They had managed to find a Tootsie Roll and once Jackie had seen Catherine suck it with a Lolita-like innocence she had realized that it was the perfect prop. Today, they had purchased a whole stack of lollipops, and just for a private joke, Jackie had made sure they were all cherry flavor. Today, she had positively shivered as she watched the naked girl slowly slide the red candy into and out of her mouth.
Jackie told Catherine that she had the moves with the lollipop down perfectly, not to change a thing. She then asked if there were any questions or suggestions.
"You know I have never liked that bleeding pocket watch," Catherine replied, even though she had, of course, had to mime it all today as she had no pocket to carry it in, "but I also agree that a wristwatch isn't right. It's just that the pocket watch seems so male. Anyhow, I was wondering if we could use a watch like a lot of the nurses used in England. These are smaller than a pocket watch, and are clipped or pinned onto the uniform, hanging like a pendant or brooch. How about it?"
"It would be a good idea, but where would we find one? No, I think we will have to keep the pocket watch."
"Would a watch that hangs on a chain, like a necklace, be of any help?" Everybody jumped as the strange male voice boomed out from the back of the auditorium. One of Catherine's hands flew to cover her privates, the other swung across the chest covering her breasts. The action was unthinking and as soon as she had done it she saw the frown on Miss Copoletta's face and remembered that it was forbidden to cover up while being punished. She swallowed hard and let her arms drop to her sides; the smile of approval from her favorite teacher made her feel happier again, and almost let her forget that she was now totally exposed to a strange man. Almost.
"Daddy!" squealed Suzy.
"That sounds wonderful, Mr. O'Brien," said Miss Copoletta. "Do you know where we can buy one?"
"Nonsense!" he replied as he walked down the aisle towards them. "My wife owns one. She never wears it, and will be quite happy to loan it to you for the production." He shook hands with the teacher, then swung round so he was facing the naked young girl. "And you must be that Catherine Higgins that my daughter is always talking about. I'm Suzy's father. Pleased to meet you." Catherine was so stunned that this strange man did not even appear to notice that she was naked that she reached out and took the proffered hand without thinking. "Since you're going to be wearing it, you must not forget to remind me to give it to you before you come back here at the end of the weekend."
Catherine felt the bitter tears well up in her eyes. "I'm sorry, sir, but I can't come. I'm being punished and can't leave the school except with a staff member."
Miss Copoletta spoke up immediately. "The headmistress and I discussed the problem. Since Mr. O'Brien is a director of the school and tutors a number of the students, and as Mrs. O'Brien has also done so in the past, we decided that they could be considered staff for the purposes of this regulation. So you can have your weekend with Suzy."
Catherine gave a little scream of delight and the two friends hugged. "Miss Copoletta told me at the start of rehearsal, so I could act, but said if I told you, I would get twice your punishment, and the permission would be rescinded. The headmistress felt not knowing of the change was a bit more punishment. But I've just been bursting to tell you."
As the two youngster babbled on, Miss Copoletta asked, "You have spoken to the headmistress, and she has explained all the rules, of course." He nodded and she continued, "You know about Sunday."
"Don't worry, they'll be there."
The two friends were far too engrossed in plans for the weekend to hear this exchange, but Jackie's ears pricked right up.
"All right you two, we mustn't keep Mr. O'Brien waiting. Catherine, you know the rules. You must obey Mr. or Mrs. O'Brien as if they were your regular teachers. You must be accompanied by one of them at all times, while away from the school." Catherine gulped and nodded. As if she would want to go outside alone in this state. Suddenly her nipples hardened. She had just realized that she was going to be going out of the school totally naked except for shoes and socks. She would only be in the car, of course, but would still be visible to other cars and to pedestrians. She gulped, then realized that Miss Copoletta was still talking. "If you disobey either of them, they are under orders to report you, and you will be severely punished. Remember the rule about covering up. If you do try to cover up, they will report you, and you will be punished." Catherine shivered as she saw Mr. O'Brien nod his agreement.
"I didn't prepare my things... I... thought I wasn't..."
"That's OK," boomed Mr. O'Brien. "We have several spare toothbrushes, and you can borrow anything else you need from Suzy here."
"Sure you can," giggled Suzy. "I think my socks will fit you." The whole group broke out laughing at this statement, except for poor Catherine who blushed again at the reminder of just how naked she would be.
"All right you two, that's enough. Suzy, your costumes were all fitted today. Catherine, you will be wearing your uniform, so no fitting is necessary, and the clerical collar worked today. The two of you go with your father, Suzy. The rest of you wait here until we can arrange your fitting time tomorrow. Somebody go get Ellie, she needs to help us set up the times."
The two friends were out of the auditorium long before Ellie arrived, so they did not hear Miss Copoletta say: "Listen up, everybody. You too, Ellie. Before we get down to tomorrow's fittings, I have an announcement to make about Sunday.
Re: CA/Catherine The Great (by dah) (Chapter 4 03/28)
Catherine the Great, Chapter 5 - The Ride Home
Catherine and Suzy trotted quickly to keep up with Mr. O'Brien's long strides. In no time at all he had reached the headmistress's office, right beside the main door. He looked in the open door, and the girls stood in the doorway behind him.
"I have the two of them now. We'll be sure to get Catherine back first thing Monday morning."
"Very well." The old lady smiled at the naked girl standing in the doorway. "Have an enjoyable weekend, Miss Higgins. But remember that you are always representing the Cronenberg School, and be sure to act like a young lady."
"Yes, Ma'am," Catherine blushed, wondering how a person could act like a young lady and still be running around starkers. She bobbed a little curtsy and received a delighted smile in return, then she turned and hurried after the other two. She caught up to Suzy just as she stepped out of the large front door of the school. A deep breath and two painful steps forward, and Catherine was standing on the large stone landing, outdoors naked for the first time in her memory. The thunk of the door closing behind her, increased her feeling of vulnerability, her feeling of total nakedness. Naked. This was the first time she had ever been so naked. She had thought she was naked, sitting on that chair with her legs split wide her breast being presented to the rest of the cast by the metal back of the chair, yes, she had thought that was naked, but it wasn't a patch on her current feeling. She was exposed to the entire world, naked, vulnerable and alone. Bloody hell, she was alone. Both Suzy and her father had reached the bottom of the great stone staircase, and were starting along a walkway. Catherine stumbled forward, and started down the steps. The weather was definitely not a nudist's delight; a very fine but also very cold drizzle was falling from the leaden sky. She could not tell whether her goose-bumps were due to the cold rain or to her felling of vulnerability, but she could feel and see them all over her body.
It wasn't long, certainly nowhere near as many hours as it seemed, before they arrived at the car. Catherine caught up to the others just as they reached it.
"Would you like to ride up front with me," Mr. O'Brien asked the shivering young lady. "You'll have a better view, and the heating is better there."
Catherine knew she would be unable to shift away from the window if she sat up there, so she said that she would much prefer to ride in the back. Mr. O'Brien had unlocked the driver's side door, and he pulled forward the seat back to let her climb into the back. She shuddered inwardly to think of the display she was giving the other to as she clambered awkwardly over the seat corner.
"Suzy?"
"I'll sit with my friend, Dad." And with those words, she followed her into the back of the car.
"Seatbelts, both of you." At that phrase, Catherine thought she would be forced to sit over near the passenger side window, but just in time she realized that there was a belt in the center of the seat she could use. She hoped this would make it harder to see her.
The car glided out of the parking lot and down the long driveway. In no time at all they were out on the main street, and flowing along with the traffic. Catherine thanked her lucky stars that the rehearsal had lasted till six o'clock, they were not inching along in a rush hour traffic jam, although she was sure that pedestrian after pedestrian was seeing her naked breasts. The thought made her shiver.
Suzy's arm immediately draped across her shoulders, the hand squeezing her arm, loving, supportive. "I know exactly how you feel."
"You can't know," Catherine snapped back at her, then remembering the first time she saw her young friend, naked on that bus, she smiled and corrected herself. "I'm sorry, I guess you do know. I shouldn't have snapped at you, but when I felt your blouse on me and knew you were fully clothed, well..."
"Don't worry about it. Words don't hurt unless accepted. Just don't slap me - I saw Jenny's face earlier today, and I know that hurt." She started to giggle and Catherine, thinking of the red splotch on Jenny's face, hearing the infectious laughter, and feeling the laughter through the arm on her shoulders, could not help but laugh herself. "That's better," continued Suzy. "It does get better, well, not entirely, but some. I think you start to get numb, at least until the situation changes."
The two girls continued to talk to each other for the next few minutes, and didn't look out of the window until the car turned sharply and they heard the crunch of gravel under the tires.
"This isn't the way home," Suzy exclaimed.
"Oh my god," were Catherine's only words, as she saw that they were driving up the semi-circular drive of a large building. They pulled to a stop in front of a group of over twenty young men, all in the uniform of the Terence Gilliam School for Boys.
"Your brother had to work late on an experiment, and phoned earlier, asking if I could pick him up when I got you." Suzy saw her brother step out of the group of boys, many of whom had by now noticed the bare tits in the back seat of the car, and open the door.
"Thanks, Dad. This is Doug, my lab partner. I called Mum and she said it would be just fine to bring him to dinner tonight." Catherine felt herself turning red again. She had almost come to terms with being naked in the car, but she was feeling very upset at the number of eyes that were currently staring at her. On top of that, she had totally forgotten that Suzy had a fifteen year old brother. She had come to terms with the fact that she would be naked in front of Suzy and her parents, but she had forgotten that there was going to be this bundle of teenage hormones gawking at her as well. And now she would have to make that two bundles of male hormones. She shuddered at that thought, and not even Suzy's gentle squeeze of support could allay her nervousness.
"I think you should let your guest ride up front, Anthony." Mr. O'Brien knew as well as anyone just how volatile teenagers were, but he knew that Anthony understood the Cronenberg system, and trusted him not to actually do anything stupid, although he was sure to be looking. After all, Mrs. O'Brien had been so upset at seeing her daughter sitting naked on a restaurant patio in the city, that she had kept her naked from her return Friday night until after breakfast on Sunday. And, since both children had appointments for a dental checkup Saturday morning, Anthony had seen his sister naked in the car and in the dentist's office only a few weeks ago. He had to know the system.
"OK, Dad." Anthony struggled through the entry and squeezed into the passenger seat. Since Catherine had been trying to give Suzy plenty of room, Anthony's clothing was rubbing against Catherine's naked skin, reminding her forcefully of her nudity. "Hi, I'm Suzy's brother, Anthony, and you must be Catherine."He twisted sideways, and held out his hand to her. She took it and nodded dumbly at him, noticing that while he tried to look her in the eyes, he could not prevent his eyes from flicking down over her naked body. As soon as he dropped her hand he started to fish around for his seatbelt she felt the back of his hand press against her as it slid the entire length of her outer thigh, and then felt the cold metal of the buckle and then his knuckles against the side of her buttocks. She knew that some contact was inevitable, but she was also sure that he was touching her more than was absolutely necessary, but she couldn't be certain enough to accuse him.
"Doug, that's my father, my sister Suzy over by the window, and beside me is Catherine."
"Hello, all. I'm pleased to meet you." Doug's words encompassed everybody, but his eyes took in only one person, and primarily her bare tits, and exposed pussy.
"Fasten your seatbelt, Doug." Mr. O'Brien's tone was quite abrupt. He was not happy at Doug's actions. He did expect boys to look, hell, he looked himself, but they should show a modicum of self-restraint. This youngster was all but slobbering. He had noticed that his own son had checked out the naked body beside him, but he had been relatively circumspect.
"Doug's new in town." Anthony's voice filled the time required for Doug to buckle up. "He transferred to the school just last week, and doesn't know anything about the local area. I'm supposed to bring him up to speed, and I hope I have time to get the main points in before we sit down to dinner." Mr. O'Brien smiled. He had two very smart, polite and kind children. He was easily able to translate what his son had said: "Please cool it, Dad. I know you're upset, but Doug doesn't understand about Cronenberg. Make sure Mum gives me a little time before supper, and I'll try to clue him in so he'll stop acting like a jerk." And he had said it right in front his friend without insulting him or hurting his feelings.
Doug secured his belt, the twisted around in his seat to get another view of the naked angel behind him. As he was looking at her, he noticed that Anthony was quietly trying to get his attention. When he glanced over, Anthony made a "quiet down" gesture with his right hand, one that neither girl saw. Doug was excited and not experienced with naked girls in the car, but he was not stupid. He realized at once that he was acting the fool, so when Anthony asked his sister how her part was coming, Doug looked over at her. A very pretty brunette is what he saw; perhaps not quite as striking as the redhead next to her, and definitely not as naked; but a lovely face that glowed when she smiled. After Suzy described her costumes and the fittings they had had today, Anthony answered Doug's questioning look by explaining that her sister was playing Emily in Our Town and would be performing in exactly one week's time.
"I see. I know the play from school Never liked it. But I'm going to try to get in to see your performance." Suzy grinned delightedly; perhaps this Doug wasn't quite as bad a jerk as he had seemed earlier. He could be quite a charmer, and he seemed older than her brother. "And are you in the play too, uh... Catherine?" Asking the question of her at least gave him an excuse to look at her again, but he did try to concentrate on her face. He succeeded moderately well at that.
"Uh, yes, I am." Catherine was still feeling very nervous, under the scrutiny of the two boys. She saw now that if she had taken Mr. O'Brien's suggestion, she would have been hidden from the boys. Then she realized she might have had to get out at the school to let the two boys in, and would have had to stand naked in front of that crowd, not even the window glass between them. Her stomach did a flip-flop at that idea, and the nervousness came through in her voice. Her British accent became stronger than usual, giving her an exotic quality in addition to the obvious ones. "I will be playing the Stage Manager. I'm a little nervous about it."
"They're gonna make you up as a man!!" Doug's eyes traveled down her body, then back up, pausing at her breasts. The expression on his face was a ludicrous mixture of surprise, disappointment and disgust. Catherine and Suzy both broke out laughing at it.
"No, I'll be a female stage manager," she finally manage to gasp out, although her breasts were still bouncing from the large guffaws, this movement generating a smaller but very significant movement in both boys' bodies. "Actually, I will be dressed in my school uniform for the part."
Doug looked over at the still giggling Suzy and imagined what the redhead would look like in that outfit. While he would prefer to see her on stage as she was dressed now, she would still be well worth seeing in that costume, particularly if her skirt was as short as Suzy's.
The small talk continued until they suddenly stopped and then backed into the O'Brien's driveway. As soon as the car was stopped Doug was out of his door. He flipped the seat back forward before turning away to surreptitiously adjust the front of his trousers. Tonight would be difficult to get through without making a fool of himself, but it was also going to be extremely enjoyable.
Anthony got out of the car next, as Mr. O'Brien was washing the windshield before shutting off the car, to remove the worst of the road grease that had been thrown up. Anthony managed to readjust himself as he was stepping over the corner of the front seat, so he was able to turn around immediately and offer a gentlemanly hand to the nude young lady.
Catherine took the hand, knowing full well that a large part of Anthony's "politeness" was simply an excuse to watch her as she climbed over the seat. She figured that they had already seen everything so she took a very broad step over the seat. She smiled to herself as she thought how many times she had taken great pains to keep her skirt down while getting out of a car so she wouldn't show her panties. She knew they could see far more than her panties this time, but had forgotten that with her newly trimmed pussy, this would show them her lips for the first time. With the long stride and a weird twist to her body as she squirmed out, her lower lips parted and Doug gulped has he had his first ever live glimpse of the inside of a woman's vagina.
As Catherine straightened up, a woman who for some odd reason looked oddly familiar walked down the next-door driveway carrying a recycling blue box to the curb. This woman gave her a glare that almost froze her blood.
Suzy followed Catherine out the passenger side as her father was just getting out on his side, and she saw the look. She grabbed Catherine by the hand, smiled at her and pulled her over to the low hedge that separated the driveways, arriving as Mrs. McCready started back from the curb.
"Hello, Mrs. McCready. Do you remember my friend Catherine? You saw us the other week, having lunch together in the city. Catherine, this is our next-door neighbor Mrs. McCready."
"Pleased to meet you, Mrs. McCready," Catherine said sweetly, stretching her hand out.
"Humph!" Ignoring the outstretched hand of friendship, Mrs. McCready flounced back to her house; yes, flounced was the only word for it. Catherine had read that word many, many times, but this was the first time she had ever seen anybody actually do it. Catherine would have been very upset, but she could feel Suzy's suppressed laughter through the hand she was still holding, and when she turned around she could tell that Mr. O'Brien was suppressing his own laughter with great difficulty.
"You'll have to forgive Mrs. McCready" he finally managed to say, "but I think she believes Cronenberg is an den of the devil, and we are dooming our daughter to perdition by sending her there. Of course, that means you must be another doomed soul, or perhaps one of his minions."
The five of them walked laughing to the house.
Catherine and Suzy trotted quickly to keep up with Mr. O'Brien's long strides. In no time at all he had reached the headmistress's office, right beside the main door. He looked in the open door, and the girls stood in the doorway behind him.
"I have the two of them now. We'll be sure to get Catherine back first thing Monday morning."
"Very well." The old lady smiled at the naked girl standing in the doorway. "Have an enjoyable weekend, Miss Higgins. But remember that you are always representing the Cronenberg School, and be sure to act like a young lady."
"Yes, Ma'am," Catherine blushed, wondering how a person could act like a young lady and still be running around starkers. She bobbed a little curtsy and received a delighted smile in return, then she turned and hurried after the other two. She caught up to Suzy just as she stepped out of the large front door of the school. A deep breath and two painful steps forward, and Catherine was standing on the large stone landing, outdoors naked for the first time in her memory. The thunk of the door closing behind her, increased her feeling of vulnerability, her feeling of total nakedness. Naked. This was the first time she had ever been so naked. She had thought she was naked, sitting on that chair with her legs split wide her breast being presented to the rest of the cast by the metal back of the chair, yes, she had thought that was naked, but it wasn't a patch on her current feeling. She was exposed to the entire world, naked, vulnerable and alone. Bloody hell, she was alone. Both Suzy and her father had reached the bottom of the great stone staircase, and were starting along a walkway. Catherine stumbled forward, and started down the steps. The weather was definitely not a nudist's delight; a very fine but also very cold drizzle was falling from the leaden sky. She could not tell whether her goose-bumps were due to the cold rain or to her felling of vulnerability, but she could feel and see them all over her body.
It wasn't long, certainly nowhere near as many hours as it seemed, before they arrived at the car. Catherine caught up to the others just as they reached it.
"Would you like to ride up front with me," Mr. O'Brien asked the shivering young lady. "You'll have a better view, and the heating is better there."
Catherine knew she would be unable to shift away from the window if she sat up there, so she said that she would much prefer to ride in the back. Mr. O'Brien had unlocked the driver's side door, and he pulled forward the seat back to let her climb into the back. She shuddered inwardly to think of the display she was giving the other to as she clambered awkwardly over the seat corner.
"Suzy?"
"I'll sit with my friend, Dad." And with those words, she followed her into the back of the car.
"Seatbelts, both of you." At that phrase, Catherine thought she would be forced to sit over near the passenger side window, but just in time she realized that there was a belt in the center of the seat she could use. She hoped this would make it harder to see her.
The car glided out of the parking lot and down the long driveway. In no time at all they were out on the main street, and flowing along with the traffic. Catherine thanked her lucky stars that the rehearsal had lasted till six o'clock, they were not inching along in a rush hour traffic jam, although she was sure that pedestrian after pedestrian was seeing her naked breasts. The thought made her shiver.
Suzy's arm immediately draped across her shoulders, the hand squeezing her arm, loving, supportive. "I know exactly how you feel."
"You can't know," Catherine snapped back at her, then remembering the first time she saw her young friend, naked on that bus, she smiled and corrected herself. "I'm sorry, I guess you do know. I shouldn't have snapped at you, but when I felt your blouse on me and knew you were fully clothed, well..."
"Don't worry about it. Words don't hurt unless accepted. Just don't slap me - I saw Jenny's face earlier today, and I know that hurt." She started to giggle and Catherine, thinking of the red splotch on Jenny's face, hearing the infectious laughter, and feeling the laughter through the arm on her shoulders, could not help but laugh herself. "That's better," continued Suzy. "It does get better, well, not entirely, but some. I think you start to get numb, at least until the situation changes."
The two girls continued to talk to each other for the next few minutes, and didn't look out of the window until the car turned sharply and they heard the crunch of gravel under the tires.
"This isn't the way home," Suzy exclaimed.
"Oh my god," were Catherine's only words, as she saw that they were driving up the semi-circular drive of a large building. They pulled to a stop in front of a group of over twenty young men, all in the uniform of the Terence Gilliam School for Boys.
"Your brother had to work late on an experiment, and phoned earlier, asking if I could pick him up when I got you." Suzy saw her brother step out of the group of boys, many of whom had by now noticed the bare tits in the back seat of the car, and open the door.
"Thanks, Dad. This is Doug, my lab partner. I called Mum and she said it would be just fine to bring him to dinner tonight." Catherine felt herself turning red again. She had almost come to terms with being naked in the car, but she was feeling very upset at the number of eyes that were currently staring at her. On top of that, she had totally forgotten that Suzy had a fifteen year old brother. She had come to terms with the fact that she would be naked in front of Suzy and her parents, but she had forgotten that there was going to be this bundle of teenage hormones gawking at her as well. And now she would have to make that two bundles of male hormones. She shuddered at that thought, and not even Suzy's gentle squeeze of support could allay her nervousness.
"I think you should let your guest ride up front, Anthony." Mr. O'Brien knew as well as anyone just how volatile teenagers were, but he knew that Anthony understood the Cronenberg system, and trusted him not to actually do anything stupid, although he was sure to be looking. After all, Mrs. O'Brien had been so upset at seeing her daughter sitting naked on a restaurant patio in the city, that she had kept her naked from her return Friday night until after breakfast on Sunday. And, since both children had appointments for a dental checkup Saturday morning, Anthony had seen his sister naked in the car and in the dentist's office only a few weeks ago. He had to know the system.
"OK, Dad." Anthony struggled through the entry and squeezed into the passenger seat. Since Catherine had been trying to give Suzy plenty of room, Anthony's clothing was rubbing against Catherine's naked skin, reminding her forcefully of her nudity. "Hi, I'm Suzy's brother, Anthony, and you must be Catherine."He twisted sideways, and held out his hand to her. She took it and nodded dumbly at him, noticing that while he tried to look her in the eyes, he could not prevent his eyes from flicking down over her naked body. As soon as he dropped her hand he started to fish around for his seatbelt she felt the back of his hand press against her as it slid the entire length of her outer thigh, and then felt the cold metal of the buckle and then his knuckles against the side of her buttocks. She knew that some contact was inevitable, but she was also sure that he was touching her more than was absolutely necessary, but she couldn't be certain enough to accuse him.
"Doug, that's my father, my sister Suzy over by the window, and beside me is Catherine."
"Hello, all. I'm pleased to meet you." Doug's words encompassed everybody, but his eyes took in only one person, and primarily her bare tits, and exposed pussy.
"Fasten your seatbelt, Doug." Mr. O'Brien's tone was quite abrupt. He was not happy at Doug's actions. He did expect boys to look, hell, he looked himself, but they should show a modicum of self-restraint. This youngster was all but slobbering. He had noticed that his own son had checked out the naked body beside him, but he had been relatively circumspect.
"Doug's new in town." Anthony's voice filled the time required for Doug to buckle up. "He transferred to the school just last week, and doesn't know anything about the local area. I'm supposed to bring him up to speed, and I hope I have time to get the main points in before we sit down to dinner." Mr. O'Brien smiled. He had two very smart, polite and kind children. He was easily able to translate what his son had said: "Please cool it, Dad. I know you're upset, but Doug doesn't understand about Cronenberg. Make sure Mum gives me a little time before supper, and I'll try to clue him in so he'll stop acting like a jerk." And he had said it right in front his friend without insulting him or hurting his feelings.
Doug secured his belt, the twisted around in his seat to get another view of the naked angel behind him. As he was looking at her, he noticed that Anthony was quietly trying to get his attention. When he glanced over, Anthony made a "quiet down" gesture with his right hand, one that neither girl saw. Doug was excited and not experienced with naked girls in the car, but he was not stupid. He realized at once that he was acting the fool, so when Anthony asked his sister how her part was coming, Doug looked over at her. A very pretty brunette is what he saw; perhaps not quite as striking as the redhead next to her, and definitely not as naked; but a lovely face that glowed when she smiled. After Suzy described her costumes and the fittings they had had today, Anthony answered Doug's questioning look by explaining that her sister was playing Emily in Our Town and would be performing in exactly one week's time.
"I see. I know the play from school Never liked it. But I'm going to try to get in to see your performance." Suzy grinned delightedly; perhaps this Doug wasn't quite as bad a jerk as he had seemed earlier. He could be quite a charmer, and he seemed older than her brother. "And are you in the play too, uh... Catherine?" Asking the question of her at least gave him an excuse to look at her again, but he did try to concentrate on her face. He succeeded moderately well at that.
"Uh, yes, I am." Catherine was still feeling very nervous, under the scrutiny of the two boys. She saw now that if she had taken Mr. O'Brien's suggestion, she would have been hidden from the boys. Then she realized she might have had to get out at the school to let the two boys in, and would have had to stand naked in front of that crowd, not even the window glass between them. Her stomach did a flip-flop at that idea, and the nervousness came through in her voice. Her British accent became stronger than usual, giving her an exotic quality in addition to the obvious ones. "I will be playing the Stage Manager. I'm a little nervous about it."
"They're gonna make you up as a man!!" Doug's eyes traveled down her body, then back up, pausing at her breasts. The expression on his face was a ludicrous mixture of surprise, disappointment and disgust. Catherine and Suzy both broke out laughing at it.
"No, I'll be a female stage manager," she finally manage to gasp out, although her breasts were still bouncing from the large guffaws, this movement generating a smaller but very significant movement in both boys' bodies. "Actually, I will be dressed in my school uniform for the part."
Doug looked over at the still giggling Suzy and imagined what the redhead would look like in that outfit. While he would prefer to see her on stage as she was dressed now, she would still be well worth seeing in that costume, particularly if her skirt was as short as Suzy's.
The small talk continued until they suddenly stopped and then backed into the O'Brien's driveway. As soon as the car was stopped Doug was out of his door. He flipped the seat back forward before turning away to surreptitiously adjust the front of his trousers. Tonight would be difficult to get through without making a fool of himself, but it was also going to be extremely enjoyable.
Anthony got out of the car next, as Mr. O'Brien was washing the windshield before shutting off the car, to remove the worst of the road grease that had been thrown up. Anthony managed to readjust himself as he was stepping over the corner of the front seat, so he was able to turn around immediately and offer a gentlemanly hand to the nude young lady.
Catherine took the hand, knowing full well that a large part of Anthony's "politeness" was simply an excuse to watch her as she climbed over the seat. She figured that they had already seen everything so she took a very broad step over the seat. She smiled to herself as she thought how many times she had taken great pains to keep her skirt down while getting out of a car so she wouldn't show her panties. She knew they could see far more than her panties this time, but had forgotten that with her newly trimmed pussy, this would show them her lips for the first time. With the long stride and a weird twist to her body as she squirmed out, her lower lips parted and Doug gulped has he had his first ever live glimpse of the inside of a woman's vagina.
As Catherine straightened up, a woman who for some odd reason looked oddly familiar walked down the next-door driveway carrying a recycling blue box to the curb. This woman gave her a glare that almost froze her blood.
Suzy followed Catherine out the passenger side as her father was just getting out on his side, and she saw the look. She grabbed Catherine by the hand, smiled at her and pulled her over to the low hedge that separated the driveways, arriving as Mrs. McCready started back from the curb.
"Hello, Mrs. McCready. Do you remember my friend Catherine? You saw us the other week, having lunch together in the city. Catherine, this is our next-door neighbor Mrs. McCready."
"Pleased to meet you, Mrs. McCready," Catherine said sweetly, stretching her hand out.
"Humph!" Ignoring the outstretched hand of friendship, Mrs. McCready flounced back to her house; yes, flounced was the only word for it. Catherine had read that word many, many times, but this was the first time she had ever seen anybody actually do it. Catherine would have been very upset, but she could feel Suzy's suppressed laughter through the hand she was still holding, and when she turned around she could tell that Mr. O'Brien was suppressing his own laughter with great difficulty.
"You'll have to forgive Mrs. McCready" he finally managed to say, "but I think she believes Cronenberg is an den of the devil, and we are dooming our daughter to perdition by sending her there. Of course, that means you must be another doomed soul, or perhaps one of his minions."
The five of them walked laughing to the house.
Re: CA/Catherine The Great (by dah) (Chapter 5 03/31)
Catherine the Great, Chapter 6 - Friday Evening
Catherine discovered that she was far more nervous about meeting Mrs. O'Brien than she had been about anything yet today. She couldn't think why she should be so upset. It never occurred to her that the only time she had seen Mrs. O'Brien, Suzy's mother had been angry and upset that a student, her daughter, was naked in public, and that subconsciously she feared that the same anger would fall on her head today. However, in spite of her fears, she discovered that Mrs. O'Brien was the sweetest possible hostess. She just enveloped Catherine in a bear hug, as she welcomed her to their home, and assured her that they would try to make her stay a very happy one.
She also welcomed Doug very warmly. However, as soon as the welcomes were over, she said at once that dinner would be ready in a quarter of an hour, and the children should take this opportunity to wash their hands and freshen up. Suzy nodded and started to lead Catherine upstairs. As they were climbing the stairs, she heard Anthony's voice say something about getting out of the blasted uniform, and then heard the two boys start up the stairs behind them. The thought of the two horny guys watching her naked ass swing from side to side as she climbed the staircase renewed her feeling of humiliation. This anxiousness, on top of the extreme nervousness of just a few minutes ago, was having a very nasty effect on her bladder. She whispered to Suzy that she had to go, badly! Suzy led her directly to the bathroom which was at the far end of the upstairs hall, so her naked backside was visible to the two boys for an even longer time.
When they stepped into the bathroom, Catherine ran to the toilet, swung around and sat down even before Suzy had the door completely closed. After the extreme emotions she had experienced over the last few hours, she let go immediately with an unbelievable force. The urgency and force of the stream shocked Catherine, and was noticeable even to the relatively innocent Suzy.
Suzy quickly pulled off her blouse, and started to wash her face and neck, as she had also been feeling certain unaccustomed feelings, and wanted to cool herself down. As the stream from Catherine lessened, she unthinkingly gave a loud sigh of relief.
"Good thing you weren't wearing panties. You wouldn't have had time to get them down," giggled Suzy as she reached for a towel, and started to dry her face.
Catherine relaxed at this comment, and then giggled back, "I would never have thought it, but I guess being dressed, uh... make that undressed like this has its advantages." She wiped herself, got up, and flushed. As she started to wash her hands, her friend sat down and took a quick pee herself. Catherine could feel the dried perspiration, panic sweat from earlier, on her body and looked longingly at the bathtub. "I guess there isn't time..." she started as Suzy washed her hands again.
"No, and we don't want to be late to table. My parents are quite as strict as the teachers, and tardiness can be heavily punished. They might even ask the teachers to punish you, as you are already naked." Catherine was dumbfounded at this suggestion. "However, we can..." And with those words Suzy dampened a face cloth, soaped it up and gave Catherine's back a quick rub. Her arms, buttocks and upper legs were next followed by her chest and stomach, with special gentle attention to her sensitive tits. When Suzy finally soaped her between the legs, Catherine admitted to herself that the cleaning was definitely necessary there.
Catherine examined her feelings as Suzy repeated the cycle to rinse the soap from the body. As her friend was stroking her body using a cloth carefully dampened so that water would not run down onto her white socks, she could feel the arousal in her body. She wondered how much was just the gentle touch, and how much was the sight of those two large orbs being presented to her by Suzy's white bra. On the trip to the gallery, she had felt more protective than lustful, almost motherly towards the scared, vulnerable girl. Since then she had been looking for companionship, and this had been somebody who was willing to have long, intimate talks with her. But these feelings... Catherine knew she wasn't a lesbian. Well, she wasn't.... Was she? The feel of the large yellow towel that Suzy was wrapping around her, the gentle massage through the terrycloth to dry her skin, the innocent hand on her breasts, on her buttocks, between her legs, these were not helping reduce her feelings.
"Suzy, get your butt in gear. There are other people who need to use the bathroom." Catherine jumped at Anthony's words and the loud pounding on the door.
"All right, all right!" Suzy hung the towel back on the rack, picked up her blouse and slipped her arms into the sleeves, then opened the door before starting to button it up.
"Mom just gave us the two minute warning, so you had better get down there. We've still gotta wash up." Catherine shivered slightly as she realized she was once more exposed to the lustful gazes of two teenage boys. "Catherine had better pull up her socks, or else."
Catherine wondered why Anthony was singling her out. After all, it was Suzy who had delayed them. She dropped her eyes as she walked between the two men. Because of this, she caught a glimpse of her shoe, and the sock that Suzy had pushed down to allow her to wash more of the legs. Anthony had meant "pull up her socks" literally. She blushed as she realized he must have studied the whole of her body if he was looking as low as her ankles. She glanced over her shoulder, and saw both boys were standing at the sink washing their hands, backs to the door, so she just bent over at the waist and pulled the socks up to her knees. She did not notice the boys both froze, as they got a very good view of her taut buns as well as her vagina reflected in the medicine cabinet mirror. She was, however, thinking about them. Anthony had the same round face and brown hair as his sister, and the T-shirt and jeans he had changed into showed a solid body, while Doug's face was thinner, and his hair was jet black, and of course he was still wearing the school uniform. She wondered just how different the kisses of each would feel. Then it struck her. No, she was definitely not a lesbian, she wanted the touch of men; but as she knew from the "Health" texts, even a heterosexual girl could enjoy the caresses of another female.
By the time the two girls reached the stairs, Suzy had her blouse re-buttoned and tucked properly into the short tartan skirt, and so she was properly clothed when the two entered the living room. The two boys had caught up with them by this time, and entered the room only feet behind.
Mr. O'Brien put down his magazine when they entered and invited them to sit down until dinner was ready, but before they could take seats, Mrs. O'Brien stuck her head in the doorway to say that dinner was served, and they all trooped across the hall to the dining room.
Mrs. O'Brien had the seating all planned, complete with place-cards at each setting. Mr. O'Brien was, of course, at the head of the table, and Doug was seated at his right hand, looking directly at the naked breasts of the beauty seated at Mr. O'Brien's left. Anthony was overjoyed to discover that his mother had placed him right beside Catherine so he could sneak sideways glances at her during the entire meal. Suzy was seated beside Doug, with Mrs. O'Brien at the foot of the table.
A fruit cup was already at each place, and after Mr. O'Brien said grace, they started in. Catherine discovered two things with her first bite; one, that this was a homemade mixture of fresh melon, oranges, grapefruit, cherries and apple, not a tinned item in the lot; and two, that in spite of her humiliation -- or perhaps because of it -- she was ravenous. This was not too surprising as she had eaten only a small lunch, and it was already past seven o'clock. She was the first to finish, as the others were all talking and laughing more than she was. Both Mr. and Mrs. O'Brien were great raconteurs, and their tales, particularly those of the children's past misdeeds brought gales of laughter from all present, including whoever was the subject of the embarrassing tale. Catherine did not realize that the parents had chosen this method to put her at ease, but by the end of the appetizer, she was laughing like the rest of them and had actually forgotten her nude state, until she picked up the napkin to dry her lips. Then she remembered; all the other diners had found large linen serviettes as part of their setting, but, because Cronenberg regulations said that covering up was not allowed and so a student with skirt removed could not place a serviette in her lap, Mrs. O'Brien had graciously placed a much smaller linen napkin that could be more easily left up on the table. Catherine marveled at how happy she felt in spite of her exposure.
Doug had turned to speak to Suzy, and Catherine checked out her reflection in the picture window behind him. She could clearly see her face and her breasts against the dark background, and smiled at herself. Then she noticed something else. She could see into a dimly lit room, the light flickering. In the gloom she could just make out Mrs. McCready sitting in an armchair with some man, probably Mr. McCready, sitting in another armchair beside her. They were obviously watching TV, and were seated at about a 45 degree angle to the window. The slightest turn of the head, and they would see her.
Catherine felt vulnerable again, and was about to ask Mr. O'Brien why the curtains had been left open when she answered her own question. She remembered the look on Mrs. McCready's face that day in the city, and she also remembered the look on Suzy's face earlier tonight as she introduced the two of them and Mr. O'Brien's comment about Mrs. McCready's ideas on Cronenberg. He obviously disagreed with the neighbor who Suzy said was "the biggest gossip in the neighborhood" who would "tell any tale she could, and the meaner the better" and was doing this to taunt her. Catherine felt sure Suzy would be trying to get the old biddy's goat if she were the one being punished, so she would be only too happy to help her friend. But she must keep an eye on them to see if she could catch their reaction.
As Mrs. O'Brien brought out the various parts of the main course, Catherine felt herself become more and more emotional. Her hostess had prepared a roast beef dinner. Just the sight and aroma of the large roast being placed in front of Mr. O'Brien made her slightly homesick. The meat was to be accompanied by cauliflower in a light cheese sauce, with a baked potato for which both butter and sour cream with chives were passed around. And Mrs. O'Brien had also made Yorkshire pudding. When Catherine was passed an obviously new bottle of Worcestershire sauce, she started to choke up; Mrs. O'Brien was certainly trying to prepare a very special dinner just for her.
Catherine had just taken her first bite of the Yorkshire pudding, and was feeling like she was back home, when she heard Mrs. O'Brien say: "You must tell me if the Yorkshire pudding is all right. I've never made it before, and am not too sure about it." That she should have take the trouble to learn a new recipe just for her was too much for Catherine. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes, and as she tried to speak and swallow her emotions at the same time she choked on a tiny bit of meat, and started coughing and crying.
"Well, I didn't think it was quite that bad," quipped the cook.
"No, it... just... perfect. Nobody... such... trouble... Nicest..." Catherine tried to tell her hostess just how much she liked the dinner, how much she appreciated the trouble she had taken, between her great gulping sobs. Catherine grabbed the Kleenex that Mr. O'Brien held in front of her, quickly dabbed her eyes, and blew her nose, as she tried to get her emotions under control. She noticed that both boys -- no, it was all three other youngsters -- were quite frankly staring at her tits. When she realized just how much they had been heaving, she decided she couldn't really blame them -- besides, if even Suzy was staring, how could she complain about the boys? This thought helped restore her natural good humor, and as her breathing returned to normal she managed to tell Mrs. O'Brien that the Yorkshire pudding was just too good, that it had reminded her of home, which had made her a bit homesick, and that when she had realized all the trouble she had taken it had been just too much. She could not believe that someone could take the time and trouble to learn a whole new dish just for her.
Mrs. O'Brien just waved it off, saying she should have learned that recipe years ago, and Mr. O'Brien brought things back to the lighter mood by saying: "Now, eat that all up, young lady, before it gets cold, and I have to spank you for destroying a good meal."
It was only the laughter of Suzy and Anthony that assured Catherine that he was just joking. "If I did let this meal get cold, I really would deserve to be punished." Doug used this statement to bring up the subject of school punishments, and Suzy explained how it was administered, giving several older examples, then detailing her own punishment the other week. Anthony followed that with his sister's Saturday punishment, describing how the dentist had had a very difficult extraction and they were not seen for over an hour; how Suzy had had to sit on the chair in the waiting room exposed to all the other backlogged patients, plus those for the other three dentists in the clinic; how one little child had toddled right over to her, pointed at her pussy and screamed, "Mommy, she's NAKED!", and how Suzy had blushed. Everyone roared with laughter, as Suzy blushed again.
"And I hadn't done anything wrong," she muttered under her breath.
"You got punished because of the trick you pulled on Jackie. Your actions were impolite, and you know how your father and I feel about that." Catherine and Doug both stared at Mrs. O'Brien open-mouthed. They could not believe that she would issue such a penalty just for being impolite. What if Suzy had actually done something wrong? Suddenly Doug remembered that staring was impolite, and turned away. His sudden move reminded Catherine of her manners, and she quickly recovered herself.
Catherine was next to tell of her punishment and she had a very attentive audience as nobody, not even Suzy, had yet heard the full story. She admitted she did deserve the punishment, unlike poor Suzy, but told why she had slapped Jenny and what Jenny's punishment was. "I know I deserve the punishment," she added, "but it was almost worth it to see the look on Jenny's face."
Mr. O'Brien agreed with the school that Jenny did deserve to be punished, but that they were right in only giving Catherine the absolute minimum punishment, even though he did not condone the violence.
Catherine discovered that she was far more nervous about meeting Mrs. O'Brien than she had been about anything yet today. She couldn't think why she should be so upset. It never occurred to her that the only time she had seen Mrs. O'Brien, Suzy's mother had been angry and upset that a student, her daughter, was naked in public, and that subconsciously she feared that the same anger would fall on her head today. However, in spite of her fears, she discovered that Mrs. O'Brien was the sweetest possible hostess. She just enveloped Catherine in a bear hug, as she welcomed her to their home, and assured her that they would try to make her stay a very happy one.
She also welcomed Doug very warmly. However, as soon as the welcomes were over, she said at once that dinner would be ready in a quarter of an hour, and the children should take this opportunity to wash their hands and freshen up. Suzy nodded and started to lead Catherine upstairs. As they were climbing the stairs, she heard Anthony's voice say something about getting out of the blasted uniform, and then heard the two boys start up the stairs behind them. The thought of the two horny guys watching her naked ass swing from side to side as she climbed the staircase renewed her feeling of humiliation. This anxiousness, on top of the extreme nervousness of just a few minutes ago, was having a very nasty effect on her bladder. She whispered to Suzy that she had to go, badly! Suzy led her directly to the bathroom which was at the far end of the upstairs hall, so her naked backside was visible to the two boys for an even longer time.
When they stepped into the bathroom, Catherine ran to the toilet, swung around and sat down even before Suzy had the door completely closed. After the extreme emotions she had experienced over the last few hours, she let go immediately with an unbelievable force. The urgency and force of the stream shocked Catherine, and was noticeable even to the relatively innocent Suzy.
Suzy quickly pulled off her blouse, and started to wash her face and neck, as she had also been feeling certain unaccustomed feelings, and wanted to cool herself down. As the stream from Catherine lessened, she unthinkingly gave a loud sigh of relief.
"Good thing you weren't wearing panties. You wouldn't have had time to get them down," giggled Suzy as she reached for a towel, and started to dry her face.
Catherine relaxed at this comment, and then giggled back, "I would never have thought it, but I guess being dressed, uh... make that undressed like this has its advantages." She wiped herself, got up, and flushed. As she started to wash her hands, her friend sat down and took a quick pee herself. Catherine could feel the dried perspiration, panic sweat from earlier, on her body and looked longingly at the bathtub. "I guess there isn't time..." she started as Suzy washed her hands again.
"No, and we don't want to be late to table. My parents are quite as strict as the teachers, and tardiness can be heavily punished. They might even ask the teachers to punish you, as you are already naked." Catherine was dumbfounded at this suggestion. "However, we can..." And with those words Suzy dampened a face cloth, soaped it up and gave Catherine's back a quick rub. Her arms, buttocks and upper legs were next followed by her chest and stomach, with special gentle attention to her sensitive tits. When Suzy finally soaped her between the legs, Catherine admitted to herself that the cleaning was definitely necessary there.
Catherine examined her feelings as Suzy repeated the cycle to rinse the soap from the body. As her friend was stroking her body using a cloth carefully dampened so that water would not run down onto her white socks, she could feel the arousal in her body. She wondered how much was just the gentle touch, and how much was the sight of those two large orbs being presented to her by Suzy's white bra. On the trip to the gallery, she had felt more protective than lustful, almost motherly towards the scared, vulnerable girl. Since then she had been looking for companionship, and this had been somebody who was willing to have long, intimate talks with her. But these feelings... Catherine knew she wasn't a lesbian. Well, she wasn't.... Was she? The feel of the large yellow towel that Suzy was wrapping around her, the gentle massage through the terrycloth to dry her skin, the innocent hand on her breasts, on her buttocks, between her legs, these were not helping reduce her feelings.
"Suzy, get your butt in gear. There are other people who need to use the bathroom." Catherine jumped at Anthony's words and the loud pounding on the door.
"All right, all right!" Suzy hung the towel back on the rack, picked up her blouse and slipped her arms into the sleeves, then opened the door before starting to button it up.
"Mom just gave us the two minute warning, so you had better get down there. We've still gotta wash up." Catherine shivered slightly as she realized she was once more exposed to the lustful gazes of two teenage boys. "Catherine had better pull up her socks, or else."
Catherine wondered why Anthony was singling her out. After all, it was Suzy who had delayed them. She dropped her eyes as she walked between the two men. Because of this, she caught a glimpse of her shoe, and the sock that Suzy had pushed down to allow her to wash more of the legs. Anthony had meant "pull up her socks" literally. She blushed as she realized he must have studied the whole of her body if he was looking as low as her ankles. She glanced over her shoulder, and saw both boys were standing at the sink washing their hands, backs to the door, so she just bent over at the waist and pulled the socks up to her knees. She did not notice the boys both froze, as they got a very good view of her taut buns as well as her vagina reflected in the medicine cabinet mirror. She was, however, thinking about them. Anthony had the same round face and brown hair as his sister, and the T-shirt and jeans he had changed into showed a solid body, while Doug's face was thinner, and his hair was jet black, and of course he was still wearing the school uniform. She wondered just how different the kisses of each would feel. Then it struck her. No, she was definitely not a lesbian, she wanted the touch of men; but as she knew from the "Health" texts, even a heterosexual girl could enjoy the caresses of another female.
By the time the two girls reached the stairs, Suzy had her blouse re-buttoned and tucked properly into the short tartan skirt, and so she was properly clothed when the two entered the living room. The two boys had caught up with them by this time, and entered the room only feet behind.
Mr. O'Brien put down his magazine when they entered and invited them to sit down until dinner was ready, but before they could take seats, Mrs. O'Brien stuck her head in the doorway to say that dinner was served, and they all trooped across the hall to the dining room.
Mrs. O'Brien had the seating all planned, complete with place-cards at each setting. Mr. O'Brien was, of course, at the head of the table, and Doug was seated at his right hand, looking directly at the naked breasts of the beauty seated at Mr. O'Brien's left. Anthony was overjoyed to discover that his mother had placed him right beside Catherine so he could sneak sideways glances at her during the entire meal. Suzy was seated beside Doug, with Mrs. O'Brien at the foot of the table.
A fruit cup was already at each place, and after Mr. O'Brien said grace, they started in. Catherine discovered two things with her first bite; one, that this was a homemade mixture of fresh melon, oranges, grapefruit, cherries and apple, not a tinned item in the lot; and two, that in spite of her humiliation -- or perhaps because of it -- she was ravenous. This was not too surprising as she had eaten only a small lunch, and it was already past seven o'clock. She was the first to finish, as the others were all talking and laughing more than she was. Both Mr. and Mrs. O'Brien were great raconteurs, and their tales, particularly those of the children's past misdeeds brought gales of laughter from all present, including whoever was the subject of the embarrassing tale. Catherine did not realize that the parents had chosen this method to put her at ease, but by the end of the appetizer, she was laughing like the rest of them and had actually forgotten her nude state, until she picked up the napkin to dry her lips. Then she remembered; all the other diners had found large linen serviettes as part of their setting, but, because Cronenberg regulations said that covering up was not allowed and so a student with skirt removed could not place a serviette in her lap, Mrs. O'Brien had graciously placed a much smaller linen napkin that could be more easily left up on the table. Catherine marveled at how happy she felt in spite of her exposure.
Doug had turned to speak to Suzy, and Catherine checked out her reflection in the picture window behind him. She could clearly see her face and her breasts against the dark background, and smiled at herself. Then she noticed something else. She could see into a dimly lit room, the light flickering. In the gloom she could just make out Mrs. McCready sitting in an armchair with some man, probably Mr. McCready, sitting in another armchair beside her. They were obviously watching TV, and were seated at about a 45 degree angle to the window. The slightest turn of the head, and they would see her.
Catherine felt vulnerable again, and was about to ask Mr. O'Brien why the curtains had been left open when she answered her own question. She remembered the look on Mrs. McCready's face that day in the city, and she also remembered the look on Suzy's face earlier tonight as she introduced the two of them and Mr. O'Brien's comment about Mrs. McCready's ideas on Cronenberg. He obviously disagreed with the neighbor who Suzy said was "the biggest gossip in the neighborhood" who would "tell any tale she could, and the meaner the better" and was doing this to taunt her. Catherine felt sure Suzy would be trying to get the old biddy's goat if she were the one being punished, so she would be only too happy to help her friend. But she must keep an eye on them to see if she could catch their reaction.
As Mrs. O'Brien brought out the various parts of the main course, Catherine felt herself become more and more emotional. Her hostess had prepared a roast beef dinner. Just the sight and aroma of the large roast being placed in front of Mr. O'Brien made her slightly homesick. The meat was to be accompanied by cauliflower in a light cheese sauce, with a baked potato for which both butter and sour cream with chives were passed around. And Mrs. O'Brien had also made Yorkshire pudding. When Catherine was passed an obviously new bottle of Worcestershire sauce, she started to choke up; Mrs. O'Brien was certainly trying to prepare a very special dinner just for her.
Catherine had just taken her first bite of the Yorkshire pudding, and was feeling like she was back home, when she heard Mrs. O'Brien say: "You must tell me if the Yorkshire pudding is all right. I've never made it before, and am not too sure about it." That she should have take the trouble to learn a new recipe just for her was too much for Catherine. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes, and as she tried to speak and swallow her emotions at the same time she choked on a tiny bit of meat, and started coughing and crying.
"Well, I didn't think it was quite that bad," quipped the cook.
"No, it... just... perfect. Nobody... such... trouble... Nicest..." Catherine tried to tell her hostess just how much she liked the dinner, how much she appreciated the trouble she had taken, between her great gulping sobs. Catherine grabbed the Kleenex that Mr. O'Brien held in front of her, quickly dabbed her eyes, and blew her nose, as she tried to get her emotions under control. She noticed that both boys -- no, it was all three other youngsters -- were quite frankly staring at her tits. When she realized just how much they had been heaving, she decided she couldn't really blame them -- besides, if even Suzy was staring, how could she complain about the boys? This thought helped restore her natural good humor, and as her breathing returned to normal she managed to tell Mrs. O'Brien that the Yorkshire pudding was just too good, that it had reminded her of home, which had made her a bit homesick, and that when she had realized all the trouble she had taken it had been just too much. She could not believe that someone could take the time and trouble to learn a whole new dish just for her.
Mrs. O'Brien just waved it off, saying she should have learned that recipe years ago, and Mr. O'Brien brought things back to the lighter mood by saying: "Now, eat that all up, young lady, before it gets cold, and I have to spank you for destroying a good meal."
It was only the laughter of Suzy and Anthony that assured Catherine that he was just joking. "If I did let this meal get cold, I really would deserve to be punished." Doug used this statement to bring up the subject of school punishments, and Suzy explained how it was administered, giving several older examples, then detailing her own punishment the other week. Anthony followed that with his sister's Saturday punishment, describing how the dentist had had a very difficult extraction and they were not seen for over an hour; how Suzy had had to sit on the chair in the waiting room exposed to all the other backlogged patients, plus those for the other three dentists in the clinic; how one little child had toddled right over to her, pointed at her pussy and screamed, "Mommy, she's NAKED!", and how Suzy had blushed. Everyone roared with laughter, as Suzy blushed again.
"And I hadn't done anything wrong," she muttered under her breath.
"You got punished because of the trick you pulled on Jackie. Your actions were impolite, and you know how your father and I feel about that." Catherine and Doug both stared at Mrs. O'Brien open-mouthed. They could not believe that she would issue such a penalty just for being impolite. What if Suzy had actually done something wrong? Suddenly Doug remembered that staring was impolite, and turned away. His sudden move reminded Catherine of her manners, and she quickly recovered herself.
Catherine was next to tell of her punishment and she had a very attentive audience as nobody, not even Suzy, had yet heard the full story. She admitted she did deserve the punishment, unlike poor Suzy, but told why she had slapped Jenny and what Jenny's punishment was. "I know I deserve the punishment," she added, "but it was almost worth it to see the look on Jenny's face."
Mr. O'Brien agreed with the school that Jenny did deserve to be punished, but that they were right in only giving Catherine the absolute minimum punishment, even though he did not condone the violence.
Re: CA/Catherine The Great (by dah) (Chapter 7 04/02)
Catherine the Great, Chapter 7 - Friday Evening Continues
During Catherine's story, they had finished the main course, and Mrs. O'Brien was starting to clear the table. When Mr. O'Brien shoved the carving utensils further onto the meat platter, and started to get up, Catherine jumped to her feet, and said, "Please let me take that." She moved right to his side and leaned forward to pick up the tray, oblivious to the fact that she was once again showing all her naughty bits to the whole table. As she balanced the tray after picking it up, she happened to glance out the window, and she saw it. She didn't know what had been the cause, possibly her sudden movement in getting up, possibly a gleam of light from the silver tray, but something had caught Mr. McCready's eye and he was now staring through the window directly at her nakedness. Catherine shivered slightly at the thought of being seen by this stranger, but then an evil smile flashed across her lips. She carried the remains of the roast out to the kitchen, but returned to the dining room as quickly as possible. Standing at the center of the table, between her empty chair and Anthony, she leaned forward to pick up the few remaining items from the table. She saw that Mr. McCready's eyes were still on her, but that her wife had not yet noticed. She had her plan now, and made another quick trip out to the kitchen and back.
However, she did not return to her own seat, but instead walked around the foot of the table, and over to the planter that ran along just underneath the picture window. She knew this would give the McCreadys an unobstructed view of her nudity. Carefully she bent forward, moving her shoulders slightly to impart a gentle swing to her pendant breasts, a swing she was sure would fascinate the watcher across the way. Anthony and Doug were of course looking at the taut buns that this position displayed, but Catherine was oblivious to them. She picked up a small plant in its pot from the planter and turned to ask Mr. O'Brien a question about it. She noticed that his eyes were looking out the window, and had to swing back to her. He replied that it was actually Mrs. O'Brien who had the green thumb. When Catherine saw his gaze flick to the window and back again, she knew she had been correct about the curtains, and winked at Mr. O'Brien. She glimpsed the sudden look of surprise on his face as she turned further from the window, and repeated the question to Mrs. O'Brien, who had just carried in a large, hot bowl that she placed on the table beside her own place setting. She answered the question and then hurried back out to the kitchen.
Catherine continued her turn until she was directly facing the window again, having given Mr. McCready a full 360 degree view of the nakedness. She bent over again carefully replacing the flower, then leaned forward, fingertips on the glass stretching forward, with her face up to the sky. "I'm surprised that they get enough sun, with another building so near," she said, knowing full well that her breasts were now being presented properly to him. She made sure to stay far enough back from the window that the transom lights would illuminate her body at all times. As she dropped back, and looked down at the planter again, preparatory to selecting another flower, her eye caught a sudden movement. Without seeming to, she carefully watched the drama in the far room.
Mrs. McCready had noticed her husband's fixed stare out the window, and Catherine watched her head spun round to follow his gaze. She knew that Mrs. McCready saw her, standing still naked in front of the uncurtained dining room window. Catherine saw, and even thought she heard the "Humph!" as the woman got up from her chair, walked to the window, and snapped the curtains closed.
"Thank you," Mr, O'Brien murmured quietly as Catherine sat back down to a heaping bowl of creamy rice pudding topped with a mountain of fresh whipped cream.
"You're welcome; any time." Catherine replied as she picked up her spoon.
As quietly as Mr. O'Brien had spoken, Anthony had caught the words, and asked for an explanation. Everyone laughed and applauded as they heard how Catherine had helped Mr. O'Brien taunt Mrs. McCready by flaunting herself to her husband. Catherine blushed at the applause, but was very pleased at the expressions of respect, almost awe that had passed over the faces of the two boys.
Shortly they had finished their dessert, and they moved into the living room at Mr. O'Brien's suggestion after the offers to help clean up were rejected by Mrs. O'Brien. When Doug glanced anxiously at the clock on the wall, Mr. O'Brien informed him that he had called the school, and that Doug could stay past the normal curfew; they would be sure he got back before the midnight extended curfew. Doug was very surprised at this, but pleased, and both Anthony and Suzy appeared delighted. Catherine found she had mixed feelings. She was still feeling a bit embarrassed about her nudity and it would have been nice to have fewer eyes taking it in. On the other hand, she had noticed during dinner that Anthony was looking at Suzy quite as often as he was looking at her and that his eyes had lit up at the story of Suzy's naked day outdoors in a way that they didn't at other times. He seemed to be falling for the younger girl, and Catherine had the feeling that Suzy liked him too; therefore she wanted him to stay around so Suzy would have a better chance with him.
They spent quite a while sitting in the living room, just talking. Unbelievably they were quite comfortable chatting with the parents; the O'Briens had the knack of fitting in with their teen children. Catherine had finished telling her own history; how her redhead's temper had gotten her into trouble, and how her mother had finally sent her over here to Cronenberg School as a last resort, hoping she would be calmed down by the punishments, and had learned that, like her, Doug was just seventeen years old, but he was in the younger brother's class because his archeologist father had taken him to digs in Europe and Africa which caused him to fall behind in his formal studies, although he maintained that he had received an education like no other.
She just lay back in the armchair, quietly listening to the questions and answers of the others, her nudity almost totally forgotten. She heard how Suzy had thrown tantrums when her parents told her she would be going to Cronenberg instead of the neighborhood school like all her friends, how the parents had threatened to send her there as a boarder, and how, in order to be able to live at home and see all her old friends after school, she had agreed with her parents demand that she wear the uniform at all times, just as if she were a boarder.
"Just a couple of weeks ago, I didn't do the laundry as I should have on Saturday morning, and then I dripped mustard on the last clean regulation blouse at lunch. I slipped on an old cream blouse, but Mum caught me at it, and punished me for being out of uniform." Doug looked at her questioningly, and was about to ask her about the punishment, but Suzy continued on her own. "She made me remove the blouse, and forbade me to wear a shirt until Monday morning. I started to protest, but she just added: 'Say one word and it will be topless', so I just shut up. Of course, I had planned to go to the movies with my old school chums..." She just looked into space, remembering that day.
"Too bad you had to miss the movie," Doug commiserated. He was shocked by the roar of laughter that filled the room, and a little upset as he had thought he was being kind, not funny.
Luckily, Suzy saw the expression on his face before she replied, so as soon as she had herself more or less under control, she gasped out, "Sorry... You just... couldn't know..." A brief pause was necessary to get her breath under control. "According to Cronenberg regulations, a punishment can never be used as an excuse to avoid any school event, or any other already arranged activity. Mum is quite as strict as the school, and insisted I go the show anyhow, so I hade to walk to the cinema, line up for tickets where everyone could see me, sit through the entire show, and finally go to the coffee shop, all with only a bra as my top." Doug was astonished at this story. "But that wasn't the worst! While it was embarrassing to have my friends see me like that, at least there were a lot of people around in some relatively skimpy clothing; tube tops, cut-off T-shirts, shorts. Next morning we all went to church. If you think it was bad standing in line at the show, you can't even imagine how it felt sitting in church with everyone else dressed up in their very best outfits and me in a white bra."
When Doug saw how much she was blushing at the memory of that humiliation, he changed the subject by asking why Anthony didn't have to wear the uniform. Anthony said it was because he was smart enough not to make a fuss when he was enrolled in his school; Suzy retorted it wasn't that he was so smart, it was that he had had her example, and besides, his school wasn't like Cronenberg.
Just as things started to heat up, each sibling claiming they were smarter, Mr. O'Brien broke in with the suggestion that if they wanted a contest, they should have a game of some sort; something everyone could play.
After a brief discussion, during which Catherine just lay back and thought about how easily he controlled his family, the decision was made; they would make it an evening of "Charades", men against women. Apparently this was a great favorite of the whole family, as they had a set of hundreds of cards with clues on them. There were enough that nobody could memorize them all, and therefore the game would be quite fair. Since neither Catherine or Doug had ever played much, the teams were balanced as to experience as well.
It was decided the parents would lead each team, and the guests would go last, to give them a chance to see the game in action. A coin flip had the boys going first, and Catherine marveled at how thoroughly both Mr. and Mrs. O'Brien threw themselves into the game; there was no worry about making fools of themselves. Both were excellent actors, and their clues were quickly solved. Anthony managed to extract the entire answer from his team just as the one minute time limit was reached; but Suzy had problems with one word and, although Catherine finally got the word, the buzzer went before either she or Mrs. O'Brien could start to say the whole answer.
Doug selected a movie that he had not seen, and so he had a bit of trouble putting the whole thing together, but he did manage just in time. Catherine suddenly realized that she had to get up and stand, and probably run around, in front of the whole group, totally naked. But her side was already down one, and she was determined not to be the cause of them falling any further behind. She stood up, taking a deep breath, and walked over to draw a card for her clue. They had placed the cards in a bowl on a small coffee table on the far side of the room, so the player's teammates would not be able to see the words of the clue. As she walked, she could feel their gaze on her naked buttocks; she had been seated in an armchair since supper, and this was the first time she had exposed her backside since dinner. She suddenly felt vulnerable again. As she bent over to draw a clue, she knew that they could all she her denuded lips between her legs and blushed again.
She stood up, turned around, read the clue and just gulped. It was a common phrase. "Squatters' rights!" How could she pantomime that? Well, she knew how, but how could she bring herself to do it? She took a couple of deep breaths as she read it again. It hadn't changed. "Squatters' rights" still stared back at her. With a sigh, she handed the card to Mr. O'Brien (it had been agreed that the captain of the opposing team would act as timer, and would hold the card to show it to the player if necessary), and waited for his words: "Ready. Set. Go."
She gave the standard symbol and heard "Phrase". She tapped her upper left arm with her index and middle right fingers, her arm brushing her the underside of her breast, bringing the thought of her nakedness to the front of her mind again.
"Two words."
She tapped her left biceps with the middle finger.
"Second word."
She threw her right arm straight out to the side pointing, then turned so she was facing to the right.
"Point. There. Turn." "Direction. Aim. Point." The shouts were enthusiastic but so wide of the mark. She had to try something else. She turned away from the couch with her two teammates (and her two young opponents) sitting on it, and ran a few steps back, then she turned back to face them. She stood at attention, then started to march forward for three steps, and then snapped to her right in a perfect parade ground manoeuver, her breasts swinging widely with the sudden move. She touched her right hand, arm and leg with her left hand, threw her right arm out, pointing, used her left arm to point across her body, and finally heard the word "right". She nodded wildly and crooked her little finger in the stylized symbol. "Rights."
Catherine touched her nose. "Rights" her teammates chorused. She tapped her left biceps with the index finger of her right hand, while trying to think of some other way to mime the word.
"First word."
She pointed between her breasts, then did a deep knee bend, keeping her legs tightly together. She could see all four people, on the couch eyeing her steadily, and felt the arousal beginning again. She bounced up again.
"Exercise. Bend. Kneel." She pointed at herself. "Me."
There was nothing for it. She took a deep breath, and blushing furiously sank down so her buttocks were almost resting on her heels, her knees wide apart, forearms resting on those spread knees. This was a real squat; she hadn't wanted to do it as with her knees apart she was totally exposed to the audience. She was particularly embarrassed at the thought of those two young men; she could see their eyes locked on her gaping sex, knowing they could see right up inside her.
The words were coming thick and fast, and she tried to concentrate on them, but none was correct. She stood up again before she lost he balance, then squatted one more time, once again exposing her deepest self to all those eyes. She was blushing, her nipples had hardened, she could feel just how moist her vagina was; she could not believe that this exposure was turning her on so much.
"Yes!" Anthony suddenly jumped up and ran over to his father, who showed him the clue. He just smiled and nodded. This infuriated Susy, but she did say "squat" just as Anthony started back. Catherine nodded vigorously and pointed repeatedly to herself.
"Squatter?" Mrs. O'Brien seemed unsure of the word.
"Squatters' rights!" screamed Suzy, and Catherine sighed with relief as she stood up, feeling almost covered since she was no longer gaping wide. She could not believe how she had just flaunted her sex, her sex still topped by that bright heart, at these people. But nobody made any comment. When she asked Suzy later, in the privacy of the bedroom, Suzy said that her parents expected everyone to try their hardest to win, and if something got shown in the attempt, so be it.
During Catherine's story, they had finished the main course, and Mrs. O'Brien was starting to clear the table. When Mr. O'Brien shoved the carving utensils further onto the meat platter, and started to get up, Catherine jumped to her feet, and said, "Please let me take that." She moved right to his side and leaned forward to pick up the tray, oblivious to the fact that she was once again showing all her naughty bits to the whole table. As she balanced the tray after picking it up, she happened to glance out the window, and she saw it. She didn't know what had been the cause, possibly her sudden movement in getting up, possibly a gleam of light from the silver tray, but something had caught Mr. McCready's eye and he was now staring through the window directly at her nakedness. Catherine shivered slightly at the thought of being seen by this stranger, but then an evil smile flashed across her lips. She carried the remains of the roast out to the kitchen, but returned to the dining room as quickly as possible. Standing at the center of the table, between her empty chair and Anthony, she leaned forward to pick up the few remaining items from the table. She saw that Mr. McCready's eyes were still on her, but that her wife had not yet noticed. She had her plan now, and made another quick trip out to the kitchen and back.
However, she did not return to her own seat, but instead walked around the foot of the table, and over to the planter that ran along just underneath the picture window. She knew this would give the McCreadys an unobstructed view of her nudity. Carefully she bent forward, moving her shoulders slightly to impart a gentle swing to her pendant breasts, a swing she was sure would fascinate the watcher across the way. Anthony and Doug were of course looking at the taut buns that this position displayed, but Catherine was oblivious to them. She picked up a small plant in its pot from the planter and turned to ask Mr. O'Brien a question about it. She noticed that his eyes were looking out the window, and had to swing back to her. He replied that it was actually Mrs. O'Brien who had the green thumb. When Catherine saw his gaze flick to the window and back again, she knew she had been correct about the curtains, and winked at Mr. O'Brien. She glimpsed the sudden look of surprise on his face as she turned further from the window, and repeated the question to Mrs. O'Brien, who had just carried in a large, hot bowl that she placed on the table beside her own place setting. She answered the question and then hurried back out to the kitchen.
Catherine continued her turn until she was directly facing the window again, having given Mr. McCready a full 360 degree view of the nakedness. She bent over again carefully replacing the flower, then leaned forward, fingertips on the glass stretching forward, with her face up to the sky. "I'm surprised that they get enough sun, with another building so near," she said, knowing full well that her breasts were now being presented properly to him. She made sure to stay far enough back from the window that the transom lights would illuminate her body at all times. As she dropped back, and looked down at the planter again, preparatory to selecting another flower, her eye caught a sudden movement. Without seeming to, she carefully watched the drama in the far room.
Mrs. McCready had noticed her husband's fixed stare out the window, and Catherine watched her head spun round to follow his gaze. She knew that Mrs. McCready saw her, standing still naked in front of the uncurtained dining room window. Catherine saw, and even thought she heard the "Humph!" as the woman got up from her chair, walked to the window, and snapped the curtains closed.
"Thank you," Mr, O'Brien murmured quietly as Catherine sat back down to a heaping bowl of creamy rice pudding topped with a mountain of fresh whipped cream.
"You're welcome; any time." Catherine replied as she picked up her spoon.
As quietly as Mr. O'Brien had spoken, Anthony had caught the words, and asked for an explanation. Everyone laughed and applauded as they heard how Catherine had helped Mr. O'Brien taunt Mrs. McCready by flaunting herself to her husband. Catherine blushed at the applause, but was very pleased at the expressions of respect, almost awe that had passed over the faces of the two boys.
Shortly they had finished their dessert, and they moved into the living room at Mr. O'Brien's suggestion after the offers to help clean up were rejected by Mrs. O'Brien. When Doug glanced anxiously at the clock on the wall, Mr. O'Brien informed him that he had called the school, and that Doug could stay past the normal curfew; they would be sure he got back before the midnight extended curfew. Doug was very surprised at this, but pleased, and both Anthony and Suzy appeared delighted. Catherine found she had mixed feelings. She was still feeling a bit embarrassed about her nudity and it would have been nice to have fewer eyes taking it in. On the other hand, she had noticed during dinner that Anthony was looking at Suzy quite as often as he was looking at her and that his eyes had lit up at the story of Suzy's naked day outdoors in a way that they didn't at other times. He seemed to be falling for the younger girl, and Catherine had the feeling that Suzy liked him too; therefore she wanted him to stay around so Suzy would have a better chance with him.
They spent quite a while sitting in the living room, just talking. Unbelievably they were quite comfortable chatting with the parents; the O'Briens had the knack of fitting in with their teen children. Catherine had finished telling her own history; how her redhead's temper had gotten her into trouble, and how her mother had finally sent her over here to Cronenberg School as a last resort, hoping she would be calmed down by the punishments, and had learned that, like her, Doug was just seventeen years old, but he was in the younger brother's class because his archeologist father had taken him to digs in Europe and Africa which caused him to fall behind in his formal studies, although he maintained that he had received an education like no other.
She just lay back in the armchair, quietly listening to the questions and answers of the others, her nudity almost totally forgotten. She heard how Suzy had thrown tantrums when her parents told her she would be going to Cronenberg instead of the neighborhood school like all her friends, how the parents had threatened to send her there as a boarder, and how, in order to be able to live at home and see all her old friends after school, she had agreed with her parents demand that she wear the uniform at all times, just as if she were a boarder.
"Just a couple of weeks ago, I didn't do the laundry as I should have on Saturday morning, and then I dripped mustard on the last clean regulation blouse at lunch. I slipped on an old cream blouse, but Mum caught me at it, and punished me for being out of uniform." Doug looked at her questioningly, and was about to ask her about the punishment, but Suzy continued on her own. "She made me remove the blouse, and forbade me to wear a shirt until Monday morning. I started to protest, but she just added: 'Say one word and it will be topless', so I just shut up. Of course, I had planned to go to the movies with my old school chums..." She just looked into space, remembering that day.
"Too bad you had to miss the movie," Doug commiserated. He was shocked by the roar of laughter that filled the room, and a little upset as he had thought he was being kind, not funny.
Luckily, Suzy saw the expression on his face before she replied, so as soon as she had herself more or less under control, she gasped out, "Sorry... You just... couldn't know..." A brief pause was necessary to get her breath under control. "According to Cronenberg regulations, a punishment can never be used as an excuse to avoid any school event, or any other already arranged activity. Mum is quite as strict as the school, and insisted I go the show anyhow, so I hade to walk to the cinema, line up for tickets where everyone could see me, sit through the entire show, and finally go to the coffee shop, all with only a bra as my top." Doug was astonished at this story. "But that wasn't the worst! While it was embarrassing to have my friends see me like that, at least there were a lot of people around in some relatively skimpy clothing; tube tops, cut-off T-shirts, shorts. Next morning we all went to church. If you think it was bad standing in line at the show, you can't even imagine how it felt sitting in church with everyone else dressed up in their very best outfits and me in a white bra."
When Doug saw how much she was blushing at the memory of that humiliation, he changed the subject by asking why Anthony didn't have to wear the uniform. Anthony said it was because he was smart enough not to make a fuss when he was enrolled in his school; Suzy retorted it wasn't that he was so smart, it was that he had had her example, and besides, his school wasn't like Cronenberg.
Just as things started to heat up, each sibling claiming they were smarter, Mr. O'Brien broke in with the suggestion that if they wanted a contest, they should have a game of some sort; something everyone could play.
After a brief discussion, during which Catherine just lay back and thought about how easily he controlled his family, the decision was made; they would make it an evening of "Charades", men against women. Apparently this was a great favorite of the whole family, as they had a set of hundreds of cards with clues on them. There were enough that nobody could memorize them all, and therefore the game would be quite fair. Since neither Catherine or Doug had ever played much, the teams were balanced as to experience as well.
It was decided the parents would lead each team, and the guests would go last, to give them a chance to see the game in action. A coin flip had the boys going first, and Catherine marveled at how thoroughly both Mr. and Mrs. O'Brien threw themselves into the game; there was no worry about making fools of themselves. Both were excellent actors, and their clues were quickly solved. Anthony managed to extract the entire answer from his team just as the one minute time limit was reached; but Suzy had problems with one word and, although Catherine finally got the word, the buzzer went before either she or Mrs. O'Brien could start to say the whole answer.
Doug selected a movie that he had not seen, and so he had a bit of trouble putting the whole thing together, but he did manage just in time. Catherine suddenly realized that she had to get up and stand, and probably run around, in front of the whole group, totally naked. But her side was already down one, and she was determined not to be the cause of them falling any further behind. She stood up, taking a deep breath, and walked over to draw a card for her clue. They had placed the cards in a bowl on a small coffee table on the far side of the room, so the player's teammates would not be able to see the words of the clue. As she walked, she could feel their gaze on her naked buttocks; she had been seated in an armchair since supper, and this was the first time she had exposed her backside since dinner. She suddenly felt vulnerable again. As she bent over to draw a clue, she knew that they could all she her denuded lips between her legs and blushed again.
She stood up, turned around, read the clue and just gulped. It was a common phrase. "Squatters' rights!" How could she pantomime that? Well, she knew how, but how could she bring herself to do it? She took a couple of deep breaths as she read it again. It hadn't changed. "Squatters' rights" still stared back at her. With a sigh, she handed the card to Mr. O'Brien (it had been agreed that the captain of the opposing team would act as timer, and would hold the card to show it to the player if necessary), and waited for his words: "Ready. Set. Go."
She gave the standard symbol and heard "Phrase". She tapped her upper left arm with her index and middle right fingers, her arm brushing her the underside of her breast, bringing the thought of her nakedness to the front of her mind again.
"Two words."
She tapped her left biceps with the middle finger.
"Second word."
She threw her right arm straight out to the side pointing, then turned so she was facing to the right.
"Point. There. Turn." "Direction. Aim. Point." The shouts were enthusiastic but so wide of the mark. She had to try something else. She turned away from the couch with her two teammates (and her two young opponents) sitting on it, and ran a few steps back, then she turned back to face them. She stood at attention, then started to march forward for three steps, and then snapped to her right in a perfect parade ground manoeuver, her breasts swinging widely with the sudden move. She touched her right hand, arm and leg with her left hand, threw her right arm out, pointing, used her left arm to point across her body, and finally heard the word "right". She nodded wildly and crooked her little finger in the stylized symbol. "Rights."
Catherine touched her nose. "Rights" her teammates chorused. She tapped her left biceps with the index finger of her right hand, while trying to think of some other way to mime the word.
"First word."
She pointed between her breasts, then did a deep knee bend, keeping her legs tightly together. She could see all four people, on the couch eyeing her steadily, and felt the arousal beginning again. She bounced up again.
"Exercise. Bend. Kneel." She pointed at herself. "Me."
There was nothing for it. She took a deep breath, and blushing furiously sank down so her buttocks were almost resting on her heels, her knees wide apart, forearms resting on those spread knees. This was a real squat; she hadn't wanted to do it as with her knees apart she was totally exposed to the audience. She was particularly embarrassed at the thought of those two young men; she could see their eyes locked on her gaping sex, knowing they could see right up inside her.
The words were coming thick and fast, and she tried to concentrate on them, but none was correct. She stood up again before she lost he balance, then squatted one more time, once again exposing her deepest self to all those eyes. She was blushing, her nipples had hardened, she could feel just how moist her vagina was; she could not believe that this exposure was turning her on so much.
"Yes!" Anthony suddenly jumped up and ran over to his father, who showed him the clue. He just smiled and nodded. This infuriated Susy, but she did say "squat" just as Anthony started back. Catherine nodded vigorously and pointed repeatedly to herself.
"Squatter?" Mrs. O'Brien seemed unsure of the word.
"Squatters' rights!" screamed Suzy, and Catherine sighed with relief as she stood up, feeling almost covered since she was no longer gaping wide. She could not believe how she had just flaunted her sex, her sex still topped by that bright heart, at these people. But nobody made any comment. When she asked Suzy later, in the privacy of the bedroom, Suzy said that her parents expected everyone to try their hardest to win, and if something got shown in the attempt, so be it.
Re: CA/Catherine The Great (by dah) (Chapter 6 04/01)
Catherine the Great, Chapter 8 - Overnight
The game continued for several hours, and Catherine could not believe how often she had to expose herself. She did a cartwheel for one clue (thank goodness it was a large living room), and did the splits for another. She found herself turned on by the exposure and started to wonder if there was something wrong with her.
It wasn't till half past eleven that Mr. O'Brien finally said that he would have to drive Doug back at once, if they were to get to the school before the midnight deadline. Surprisingly enough, the girls had actually beaten the boys by one game, but everyone, including the women, agreed that it could have gone either way, the teams were so closely matched. Catherine realized that had she not exposed herself for all those difficult clues, like squatting for "squatters' rights", they would not have won, so her humiliation had not been in vain.
Doug politely thanked Mrs. O'Brien for the meal, then walked to the door with his classmate and his two opponents. Catherine saw that Doug was glancing at Suzy nervously. Damn those teenage boys; they were so shy that a girl had no chance whatsoever. All right, so he had gawked at her the first few minutes; he was new to town and probably had not heard the Cronenberg stories, or not believed any he did hear. Anyhow, he had redeemed himself by being very polite for the rest of the evening. Besides, he really seemed interested in Suzy, and she was too shy to put herself forward.
Mr. O'Brien had gone ahead to start the car, and Doug was trying to get up the courage to say something to Suzy. He had found the naked redhead extremely exciting of course, but it was the petite, brunette Suzy who had really piqued his interest. There was something about her, but what if she wasn't interested? As he tried to get up the courage to say a proper goodbye to her, he was amazed to find a totally naked body pressed up against him, and two arms thrown round his body.
"Goodnight, Doug. Really nice to meet you. Hope I see you again." As Doug's arms closed around her naked torso, Catherine leaned forward and kissed his cheek lightly, then hissed in his ear. "You've no excuse now. Kiss her, you fool!"
If possible, this whisper surprised him even more than the naked hug. How had this girl known what he wished to do so badly? However, Doug was shy, not stupid, and he released his nude instructor immediately, then turned to the younger girl and held his arms out. "I've had a great time her tonight," he said as the brunette slipped into his arms, and gave him an even tighter hug. "I hope to see you again, soon. Maybe you could go to the movies with me some night, rather than your girlfriends." And he took the chance and kissed her on the lips, not the cheek.
Suzy returned the kiss, and said, "I'd love that" before she realized that he had heard only about her trip to the movies with no shirt. She blushed at the thought of being with him in that semi-clothed state. A short beep from the car horn made both of them jump, and Mrs. O'Brien's voice rang out from the kitchen, "Don't forget to take the recycling out, Suzy!"
"Come on, give me a hand." Suzy grabbed Catherine's hand and they flew off to the kitchen. Each took one side of the blue box filled with newspaper and crushed cans and stepped out of the side door onto the driveway. Anthony had discovered that his shoe needed tying, and for some reason had decided to do it up before getting into the car; therefore the vehicle was still in the driveway, headlights illuminating it right out to the street.
Anthony hopped into the front seat (Doug had chosen the back) just as the girls passed the stationary vehicle. Since the window was closed, they didn't hear him say, "Why don't you wait till they've put it out. Give them light so they don't trip."
"'So they don't trip.' I'm not senile yet, son, I know why you want me to wait."
"Well, helping them see their way is a good reason, too." All three men laughed at this reply.
Poor nude Catherine felt like a deer caught in the headlights. She knew that her naked backside would be totally visible to those three, and that enough spilled around her body to make her nudity apparent to anyone who should pass in the street, or anyone looking out a window on the far side. She was shaking with nervousness when they finally place the box at the side of the driveway, right at the curb, and at that moment a car passed by on the street. She knew that between the lights of the two cars, her entire body must have been exposed to at least one more person. She shivered at the thought.
As the two girls turned back towards the house, the car slowly rolled down the driveway, and all three men waved as it pulled out into the street. Catherine wanted to scream from the mixed emotions she was feeling; the humiliation had turned her on yet again.
The two girls walked back up the driveway in silence; Suzy thinking about the kiss that Doug had given her, a small kiss, true, but it had felt like he really liked her; Catherine reliving the afternoon and evening, trying to understand her feelings. When they stepped back into the kitchen, they began to help Mrs. O'Brien with the cleaning up, but she just shooed them out.
"You two had both better get to bed at once. It's already very late, and Suzy, you have that errand with your father tomorrow morning. Catherine, we have the guest room ready for you, but Suzy said she wanted you to sleep in her room. So you do whichever you prefer. Suzy, show her the guest room before making her decide. Now, scoot the two of you."
The two youngsters headed upstairs without a hesitation. Catherine was impressed by the large, well-appointed guest bedroom, but she had wanted this weekend so she could spend time with Suzy. She was alone too much at the school; here she would share Suzy's room. Suzy was delighted at her decision, jumping and clapping like a thirteen-year-old, then grabbing her hand and pulling her along the hall to her own bedroom. Catherine was amazed to find that Suzy's room was dominated by a large four-poster bed, complete with pink canopy and white lace curtains. Scattered around the room were a large number of plush animal toys. Somehow, standing naked in this "little-girl's" room seemed even more shameful than walking down the driveway. Catherine slipped off her shoes and socks as Suzy took off hers, then watched as Suzy continued to get ready for bed.
"I really like that heart. When did you get the idea for that?" Suzy asked, as she removed her tie and white blouse.
Catherine told her the story of the game of Truth or Dare and how it was Frankie who had designed and created the shameful look. Suzy was had hung up her short tartan skirt and pulled a special nightie out of the dresser drawer as Catherine finished the story. "I'm going the shave it off tomorrow," she finished. "Being bald down their would be better than the fancy shape."
"You can't do that!" Suzy had slipped the white cotton nightshirt with red hearts over her head, but not put her arms thorough the sleeves yet. She was using it to hide her body as she unhooked her bra and took it off. "Last year, Wilma was stripped to her panties by Miss Carpenter; you've seen Wilma -- very light skin and jet black hair." Catherine nodded, marveling that her friend was so shy she felt she had to hide her body. Suzy had undone her bra and let it fall to the floor, and was now wriggling her arms into the sleeves. "Well," she continued, "Wilma was upset that her dark pussy was clearly visible through the panties that she slipped upstairs at the end of the class -- lunch was next -- and shaved herself. When the headmistress saw this, Wilma lost her panties as well." Catherine stared at Suzy as she picked up the bra and dropped it into her laundry hamper with the blouse. "The memo that came out next day reminded everyone that changing something you didn't want seen while being punished would be considered to be a form of hiding yourself; therefore you would receive additional punishment." Catherine felt a chill run up her spine; the last thing she wanted was more punishment; already she would have to suffer through all of Monday, flashing this obscene heart. "Besides, I chose this nightgown especially, so we'd both be wearing matching hearts."
Catherine couldn't help laughing at her friend's joke; she was feeling better about herself once more and quite enjoyed the tour Suzy gave her of her very private room. She was introduced to all the stuffed animals, and learned that Suzy's father had made the four-poster bed for her about five years ago, a gift to fulfill a young girl's princess fantasy. As soon as this ritual was completed, the two scampered down the hall to the bathroom, where Suzy gave Catherine the toothbrush she had been promised, and the two of them giggled as they cleaned their teeth. They met Anthony, who had just returned from delivering his friend, as they walked back down the hall to Suzy's room. Catherine felt the lust in the young lad's gaze, and her body responded; but she was careful to give no sign as Anthony was not only her best friend's brother, but was also over two years younger than she was.
The two girls climbed into the big bed, and snuggled together under the covers, whispering to each other for the next hour, sharing their deepest darkest secrets. Catherine did keep secret that she found her exposure just as exciting as it was humiliating, a concept that she was afraid would disgust Suzy; however she did admit that she was now getting used to the idea of being naked, and the fact that she was spending a private weekend with her new best friend had her feeling totally relaxed and happy.
Perhaps she would have been a little less happy if she could have seen Jackie earlier that evening. About the time Catherine was teasing Mr. McCready, Jackie had returned to the auditorium, and had placed a chair on the apron of the stage. She then sat in the auditorium and stared at that chair.
"My God, but she was good tonight." she muttered to herself. "Sunday will show for sure. If it is, I must... but how?" A long silence and then. "Of course, she'd know for sure. And I must find out about old Blowhard. A better play and my revenge..."
The game continued for several hours, and Catherine could not believe how often she had to expose herself. She did a cartwheel for one clue (thank goodness it was a large living room), and did the splits for another. She found herself turned on by the exposure and started to wonder if there was something wrong with her.
It wasn't till half past eleven that Mr. O'Brien finally said that he would have to drive Doug back at once, if they were to get to the school before the midnight deadline. Surprisingly enough, the girls had actually beaten the boys by one game, but everyone, including the women, agreed that it could have gone either way, the teams were so closely matched. Catherine realized that had she not exposed herself for all those difficult clues, like squatting for "squatters' rights", they would not have won, so her humiliation had not been in vain.
Doug politely thanked Mrs. O'Brien for the meal, then walked to the door with his classmate and his two opponents. Catherine saw that Doug was glancing at Suzy nervously. Damn those teenage boys; they were so shy that a girl had no chance whatsoever. All right, so he had gawked at her the first few minutes; he was new to town and probably had not heard the Cronenberg stories, or not believed any he did hear. Anyhow, he had redeemed himself by being very polite for the rest of the evening. Besides, he really seemed interested in Suzy, and she was too shy to put herself forward.
Mr. O'Brien had gone ahead to start the car, and Doug was trying to get up the courage to say something to Suzy. He had found the naked redhead extremely exciting of course, but it was the petite, brunette Suzy who had really piqued his interest. There was something about her, but what if she wasn't interested? As he tried to get up the courage to say a proper goodbye to her, he was amazed to find a totally naked body pressed up against him, and two arms thrown round his body.
"Goodnight, Doug. Really nice to meet you. Hope I see you again." As Doug's arms closed around her naked torso, Catherine leaned forward and kissed his cheek lightly, then hissed in his ear. "You've no excuse now. Kiss her, you fool!"
If possible, this whisper surprised him even more than the naked hug. How had this girl known what he wished to do so badly? However, Doug was shy, not stupid, and he released his nude instructor immediately, then turned to the younger girl and held his arms out. "I've had a great time her tonight," he said as the brunette slipped into his arms, and gave him an even tighter hug. "I hope to see you again, soon. Maybe you could go to the movies with me some night, rather than your girlfriends." And he took the chance and kissed her on the lips, not the cheek.
Suzy returned the kiss, and said, "I'd love that" before she realized that he had heard only about her trip to the movies with no shirt. She blushed at the thought of being with him in that semi-clothed state. A short beep from the car horn made both of them jump, and Mrs. O'Brien's voice rang out from the kitchen, "Don't forget to take the recycling out, Suzy!"
"Come on, give me a hand." Suzy grabbed Catherine's hand and they flew off to the kitchen. Each took one side of the blue box filled with newspaper and crushed cans and stepped out of the side door onto the driveway. Anthony had discovered that his shoe needed tying, and for some reason had decided to do it up before getting into the car; therefore the vehicle was still in the driveway, headlights illuminating it right out to the street.
Anthony hopped into the front seat (Doug had chosen the back) just as the girls passed the stationary vehicle. Since the window was closed, they didn't hear him say, "Why don't you wait till they've put it out. Give them light so they don't trip."
"'So they don't trip.' I'm not senile yet, son, I know why you want me to wait."
"Well, helping them see their way is a good reason, too." All three men laughed at this reply.
Poor nude Catherine felt like a deer caught in the headlights. She knew that her naked backside would be totally visible to those three, and that enough spilled around her body to make her nudity apparent to anyone who should pass in the street, or anyone looking out a window on the far side. She was shaking with nervousness when they finally place the box at the side of the driveway, right at the curb, and at that moment a car passed by on the street. She knew that between the lights of the two cars, her entire body must have been exposed to at least one more person. She shivered at the thought.
As the two girls turned back towards the house, the car slowly rolled down the driveway, and all three men waved as it pulled out into the street. Catherine wanted to scream from the mixed emotions she was feeling; the humiliation had turned her on yet again.
The two girls walked back up the driveway in silence; Suzy thinking about the kiss that Doug had given her, a small kiss, true, but it had felt like he really liked her; Catherine reliving the afternoon and evening, trying to understand her feelings. When they stepped back into the kitchen, they began to help Mrs. O'Brien with the cleaning up, but she just shooed them out.
"You two had both better get to bed at once. It's already very late, and Suzy, you have that errand with your father tomorrow morning. Catherine, we have the guest room ready for you, but Suzy said she wanted you to sleep in her room. So you do whichever you prefer. Suzy, show her the guest room before making her decide. Now, scoot the two of you."
The two youngsters headed upstairs without a hesitation. Catherine was impressed by the large, well-appointed guest bedroom, but she had wanted this weekend so she could spend time with Suzy. She was alone too much at the school; here she would share Suzy's room. Suzy was delighted at her decision, jumping and clapping like a thirteen-year-old, then grabbing her hand and pulling her along the hall to her own bedroom. Catherine was amazed to find that Suzy's room was dominated by a large four-poster bed, complete with pink canopy and white lace curtains. Scattered around the room were a large number of plush animal toys. Somehow, standing naked in this "little-girl's" room seemed even more shameful than walking down the driveway. Catherine slipped off her shoes and socks as Suzy took off hers, then watched as Suzy continued to get ready for bed.
"I really like that heart. When did you get the idea for that?" Suzy asked, as she removed her tie and white blouse.
Catherine told her the story of the game of Truth or Dare and how it was Frankie who had designed and created the shameful look. Suzy was had hung up her short tartan skirt and pulled a special nightie out of the dresser drawer as Catherine finished the story. "I'm going the shave it off tomorrow," she finished. "Being bald down their would be better than the fancy shape."
"You can't do that!" Suzy had slipped the white cotton nightshirt with red hearts over her head, but not put her arms thorough the sleeves yet. She was using it to hide her body as she unhooked her bra and took it off. "Last year, Wilma was stripped to her panties by Miss Carpenter; you've seen Wilma -- very light skin and jet black hair." Catherine nodded, marveling that her friend was so shy she felt she had to hide her body. Suzy had undone her bra and let it fall to the floor, and was now wriggling her arms into the sleeves. "Well," she continued, "Wilma was upset that her dark pussy was clearly visible through the panties that she slipped upstairs at the end of the class -- lunch was next -- and shaved herself. When the headmistress saw this, Wilma lost her panties as well." Catherine stared at Suzy as she picked up the bra and dropped it into her laundry hamper with the blouse. "The memo that came out next day reminded everyone that changing something you didn't want seen while being punished would be considered to be a form of hiding yourself; therefore you would receive additional punishment." Catherine felt a chill run up her spine; the last thing she wanted was more punishment; already she would have to suffer through all of Monday, flashing this obscene heart. "Besides, I chose this nightgown especially, so we'd both be wearing matching hearts."
Catherine couldn't help laughing at her friend's joke; she was feeling better about herself once more and quite enjoyed the tour Suzy gave her of her very private room. She was introduced to all the stuffed animals, and learned that Suzy's father had made the four-poster bed for her about five years ago, a gift to fulfill a young girl's princess fantasy. As soon as this ritual was completed, the two scampered down the hall to the bathroom, where Suzy gave Catherine the toothbrush she had been promised, and the two of them giggled as they cleaned their teeth. They met Anthony, who had just returned from delivering his friend, as they walked back down the hall to Suzy's room. Catherine felt the lust in the young lad's gaze, and her body responded; but she was careful to give no sign as Anthony was not only her best friend's brother, but was also over two years younger than she was.
The two girls climbed into the big bed, and snuggled together under the covers, whispering to each other for the next hour, sharing their deepest darkest secrets. Catherine did keep secret that she found her exposure just as exciting as it was humiliating, a concept that she was afraid would disgust Suzy; however she did admit that she was now getting used to the idea of being naked, and the fact that she was spending a private weekend with her new best friend had her feeling totally relaxed and happy.
Perhaps she would have been a little less happy if she could have seen Jackie earlier that evening. About the time Catherine was teasing Mr. McCready, Jackie had returned to the auditorium, and had placed a chair on the apron of the stage. She then sat in the auditorium and stared at that chair.
"My God, but she was good tonight." she muttered to herself. "Sunday will show for sure. If it is, I must... but how?" A long silence and then. "Of course, she'd know for sure. And I must find out about old Blowhard. A better play and my revenge..."
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