Naked At The Principal's Office

[NickTwisp]

Note: This story is fictional but is based on an actual incident.
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One Friday morning during my Junior year of high school, my Homeroom teacher handed me a note stating that I was to immediately report to Principal Carter's office. I was bewildered as I was a shy, quiet 11th grader who had never been in any type of disciplinary trouble. Principal Carter was known in school as a firm, no nonsense administrator who we guessed was in her early 50s at that time.

The school secretary was not in the outer office, so I hesitantly knocked on the main office door. Principal Carter opened the door and beckoned me in. Seated in two chairs in front of the principal's desk were two women, one of whom was clad in a nurse's uniform. Principal Carter began to explain that one of the women was a nurse and the other a social worker, both from the county Child Protective Office. "Nick," she stated, "there unfortunately has been an allegation of possible child abuse against your father, so these women are here to resolve the issue." I was aghast, my parents were sometimes strict, however, I could not imagine any real abuse of any kind taking place in our home.

Principal Carter continued, "Normally, this kind of issue would be resolved over at County Services Medical Office, but we can avoid all that by taking care of this right here and now." I was now very apprehensive wondering what kind of procedure was a nurse going to do on me here in the Principal's Office?

Principal Carter elaborated, "Nick, I know that you might find this embarrassing, but we would need you to take off your clothes and allow the nurse to examine you. If no visible signs of abuse are found on your body, you can just get re-dressed and the entire issue will be taken care of. Unfortunately, I must stay here and witness the examination so it can be verified through school channels." She then went on to say that the whole ordeal would likely be over in 10-15 minutes, and I could then return to class. "Believe me," Principal Carter reassured, "I don't want it known around the school that I had a student undress in my office."

I should have objected, but I was a compliant teenager used to doing whatever adults in authority told me to do. I nodded ascent that I would cooperate in hopes this could quickly close the matter and exonerate my father. "Alright, Nick, you may start undressing. Please place your clothes on the coffee table over there."

It was difficult for me to believe I was really doing this, but I started by taking off my button-down shirt and laying it on the table. After removing my shoes and socks, I unbuckled my belt and lowered my chino pants. I slid them down and placed them on the table. As I did this, I noticed that the door to the office was just slightly ajar. I stood there in front of the three women, one of whom was the school principal, in just my white briefs. I was hoping that I would be examined in my underpants and that would be sufficient.

Just then, the door to the office opened fully and in walked a classmate of mine, Susan Weinglass, clutching a ream of papers. She looked over at me, and kind of gasped. Principal Carter asked, "What are you doing, Susan, just barging into my office when I have a student standing here in just his underpants?" Susan replied, "I'm just bringing you some Lesson Plans for next month that two of my teachers asked me to give to the school secretary, but she's not at her desk so I just brought them in." Principal Carter shook her head with obvious annoyance. "Mrs. Stomper called and said she would be late today due to a home emergency. Please just leave the papers next to the cabinet over there by the window." She added, "And don't even ask why Nick is standing here in his underpants; it's simply none of your business."

I was so flustered and distracted by my situation that I didn't even notice that Susan had placed the Lesson Plans near the window cabinet but then did not leave, kind of standing off to the side. Principal Carter didn't seem to notice either. She stated, "I'm very sorry, Nick, but you're going to have to remove your underpants for the examination."

I was mortified to have to be naked in front of them but also just wanted to get this over with, so reluctantly I grasped the waistband of my white briefs, lowered them, and placed them on the table with my other clothes. I stood naked in front of the three women, failing to notice that Susan Weinglass now had an unobstructed side view of my nudity from where she was standing by the window.

The nurse never actually touched me. Instead, she had a large magnifine glass. She began placing it over my back to look for any markings. Just as this was going on, the office door once again opened, and in walked my History teacher, Mrs. Harper, a woman in her mid-40s. She gazed over at my full-frontal nudity and exclaimed, "Principal Carter, why is Nick Twisp standing here in your office stark naked? I just came in to drop off my Lesson Plans." The principal crisply replied, "Please just ignore the fact that Nick is naked and leave your Lesson Plans over by the window." It was then that I glanced over and noticed that Susan was still there. Upon this realization that a female classmate was seeing me naked, I began to slightly shake. To make matters worse, Mrs. Harper had now joined Susan over by the window. Principal Carter had to have noticed them, but for whatever reason chose to ignore the situation.

The office door again opened, this time it was Miss Gonzalez, my Spanish teacher. Miss Gonzalez was 22-years-old and had just graduated the previous year from a foreign Teachers College. Upon gazing at my naked form, she stared and exclaimed, "Oh mi senor Jesus, esta desnudo!" [Lord Jesus, he's naked]. Also there to drop off her Lesson Plans, Miss Gonzalez joined the audience over by the window.

When the nurse got down to my private parts, she closely examined my penis. She asked me why there was some redness on the side of the organ. Not wanting her to think this was a sign of abuse, I replied, "Um....I was kind of playing with myself last night and early this morning, and I think that caused those marks." The social worker then honed in for a close look. "I don't know, she said, normal male masturbation should not cause all that redness."

Suddenly Miss Gonzalez kind of wailed and clutched rosary beads she had withdrawn from her purse. She exclaimed, "Siento verguenza al veresta, debo ir a con fesarme." [I feel shamed for seeing this, I must go to Confession]. Annoyed, Principal Carter intoned, "Why are you all still here, this is serious business. We must find out why Nick's penis is so red?" But she made no move to actually order them to leave the office.

I felt like I was about to cry. I knew that I must confess the real reason my penis had some red marks on it. A sob escaped my lips, and I croaked out, "My Mom has sore feet. She ordered an electric foot massager with a circular bulb on top that gently vibrates. Last night and this morning, I got to trying it out in a way it's not intended to be used." Then I grabbed a Kleenex from the desk as a tear was running down my cheek. I was so ashamed over what I had just admitted to in front of everyone there.

As I was wiping my eyes, in walked my track coach with his Lesson Plans. He slapped them on the principal's desk, looked over at me, and growled, "Fuck, Nick, aren't naked gang showers with your teammates enough, you have to bring this into the principal's office?" With that he quickly walked out.

The nurse then interjected, "Nick, I am going to have to ask you to please not use your Mom's foot massager to stimulate your penis. I have a soothing cream with me that I am going to prescribe. Rub it on your penis three times per day until the irritation is gone. That should take care of the redness and penile skin irritation. I know this might be difficult for a boy your age, but can you try not to masturbate for at least two days to allow for healing."

Just then Mrs. Stomper, the school secretary walked in, "I'm sorry to be late...why is a male student standing in your office bare ass naked?" Principal Carter, seemingly at the last edge of her patience, glared at Mrs. Stomper and the other females who were still standing by the window, "Would everyone please stop asking why Nick Twisp is standing here in my office, stark naked with a slightly red penis. I'm just tired of this entire ordeal!"

The nurse then suggested that I rub some of the lotion on my penis right then and there. I had now had enough of this abject humiliation in front of the principal, a fellow student, and several teachers and the secretary. "No, I am not going to touch my penis and rub lotion on it in front of you all," I firmly stated. Mrs. Harper then laughed and commented, "Thank goodness for small favors. I've seen and heard enough about Nick's penis and his jack off habits, I'm going back to my classroom." She and Miss Gonzalez then gave my full-frontal nudity one more gaze and then left the office.

Principal Carter then stated, "This matter is closed. Nick, you may get dressed and I will write you and Susan a pass to go back to class. I believe you are now due in Mrs. Harper's class at this hour." I put the penis cream in my backpack, picked up my underpants and got dressed. Then Principal Carter added, "And Susan, what went on here is strictly confidential. You are not to discuss this with any students. If I find out that Nick's nudity today in my office becomes known among the student body, you will get an hour's Office Detention."

Upon entering Mrs. Harper's classroom, the teacher gave me a kind of wink as Susan handed her our late to class excuse forms. Turns out the threat of an hour's Office Detention was wholly insufficient to deter Susan from letting everyone know what had occurred in Principal Carter's office that morning. Even as we walked out of Mrs. Harper's classroom at the end of the class period, Susan loudly yelled in front of a gaggle of exiting students, "Don't forget to apply your penis cream, Nick, to take care of your problem." By lunchtime the episode in the principal's office had become the talk of the school. I became famous in high school, for a while anyway, for all the wrong reasons.

Even my track teammates could not resist. We ran for an hour as usual that afternoon and then took our customary naked gang shower to clean up. As the nude group of us soaped up under the shower nozzles, David Perkins shouted, "Hey Nick, seems like you're dressed just right now to go see Principal Carter again!"

[Jeepman89]

Hilarious story! Very enjoyable.

[Hooked6]

Nicely done and the addition of the foot massager tale was hilarious.

Hooked6

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[Jonjon2]

Great story. You say that it is fiction but based on a real event - it would be great to hear about the real event too!

Note: This story is fictional but is based on an actual incident.
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One Friday morning during my Junior year of high school, my Homeroom teacher handed me a note stating that I was to immediately report to Principal Carter's office. I was bewildered as I was a shy, quiet 11th grader who had never been in any type of disciplinary trouble. Principal Carter was known in school as a firm, no nonsense administrator who we guessed was in her early 50s at that time.

The school secretary was not in the outer office, so I hesitantly knocked on the main office door. Principal Carter opened the door and beckoned me in. Seated in two chairs in front of the principal's desk were two women, one of whom was clad in a nurse's uniform. Principal Carter began to explain that one of the women was a nurse and the other a social worker, both from the county Child Protective Office. "Nick," she stated, "there unfortunately has been an allegation of possible child abuse against your father, so these women are here to resolve the issue." I was aghast, my parents were sometimes strict, however, I could not imagine any real abuse of any kind taking place in our home.

Principal Carter continued, "Normally, this kind of issue would be resolved over at County Services Medical Office, but we can avoid all that by taking care of this right here and now." I was now very apprehensive wondering what kind of procedure was a nurse going to do on me here in the Principal's Office?

Principal Carter elaborated, "Nick, I know that you might find this embarrassing, but we would need you to take off your clothes and allow the nurse to examine you. If no visible signs of abuse are found on your body, you can just get re-dressed and the entire issue will be taken care of. Unfortunately, I must stay here and witness the examination so it can be verified through school channels." She then went on to say that the whole ordeal would likely be over in 10-15 minutes, and I could then return to class. "Believe me," Principal Carter reassured, "I don't want it known around the school that I had a student undress in my office."

I should have objected, but I was a compliant teenager used to doing whatever adults in authority told me to do. I nodded ascent that I would cooperate in hopes this could quickly close the matter and exonerate my father. "Alright, Nick, you may start undressing. Please place your clothes on the coffee table over there."

It was difficult for me to believe I was really doing this, but I started by taking off my button-down shirt and laying it on the table. After removing my shoes and socks, I unbuckled my belt and lowered my chino pants. I slid them down and placed them on the table. As I did this, I noticed that the door to the office was just slightly ajar. I stood there in front of the three women, one of whom was the school principal, in just my white briefs. I was hoping that I would be examined in my underpants and that would be sufficient.

Just then, the door to the office opened fully and in walked a classmate of mine, Susan Weinglass, clutching a ream of papers. She looked over at me, and kind of gasped. Principal Carter asked, "What are you doing, Susan, just barging into my office when I have a student standing here in just his underpants?" Susan replied, "I'm just bringing you some Lesson Plans for next month that two of my teachers asked me to give to the school secretary, but she's not at her desk so I just brought them in." Principal Carter shook her head with obvious annoyance. "Mrs. Stomper called and said she would be late today due to a home emergency. Please just leave the papers next to the cabinet over there by the window." She added, "And don't even ask why Nick is standing here in his underpants; it's simply none of your business."

I was so flustered and distracted by my situation that I didn't even notice that Susan had placed the Lesson Plans near the window cabinet but then did not leave, kind of standing off to the side. Principal Carter didn't seem to notice either. She stated, "I'm very sorry, Nick, but you're going to have to remove your underpants for the examination."

I was mortified to have to be naked in front of them but also just wanted to get this over with, so reluctantly I grasped the waistband of my white briefs, lowered them, and placed them on the table with my other clothes. I stood naked in front of the three women, failing to notice that Susan Weinglass now had an unobstructed side view of my nudity from where she was standing by the window.

The nurse never actually touched me. Instead, she had a large magnifine glass. She began placing it over my back to look for any markings. Just as this was going on, the office door once again opened, and in walked my History teacher, Mrs. Harper, a woman in her mid-40s. She gazed over at my full-frontal nudity and exclaimed, "Principal Carter, why is Nick Twisp standing here in your office stark naked? I just came in to drop off my Lesson Plans." The principal crisply replied, "Please just ignore the fact that Nick is naked and leave your Lesson Plans over by the window." It was then that I glanced over and noticed that Susan was still there. Upon this realization that a female classmate was seeing me naked, I began to slightly shake. To make matters worse, Mrs. Harper had now joined Susan over by the window. Principal Carter had to have noticed them, but for whatever reason chose to ignore the situation.

The office door again opened, this time it was Miss Gonzalez, my Spanish teacher. Miss Gonzalez was 22-years-old and had just graduated the previous year from a foreign Teachers College. Upon gazing at my naked form, she stared and exclaimed, "Oh mi senor Jesus, esta desnudo!" [Lord Jesus, he's naked]. Also there to drop off her Lesson Plans, Miss Gonzalez joined the audience over by the window.

When the nurse got down to my private parts, she closely examined my penis. She asked me why there was some redness on the side of the organ. Not wanting her to think this was a sign of abuse, I replied, "Um....I was kind of playing with myself last night and early this morning, and I think that caused those marks." The social worker then honed in for a close look. "I don't know, she said, normal male masturbation should not cause all that redness."

Suddenly Miss Gonzalez kind of wailed and clutched rosary beads she had withdrawn from her purse. She exclaimed, "Siento verguenza al veresta, debo ir a con fesarme." [I feel shamed for seeing this, I must go to Confession]. Annoyed, Principal Carter intoned, "Why are you all still here, this is serious business. We must find out why Nick's penis is so red?" But she made no move to actually order them to leave the office.

I felt like I was about to cry. I knew that I must confess the real reason my penis had some red marks on it. A sob escaped my lips, and I croaked out, "My Mom has sore feet. She ordered an electric foot massager with a circular bulb on top that gently vibrates. Last night and this morning, I got to trying it out in a way it's not intended to be used." Then I grabbed a Kleenex from the desk as a tear was running down my cheek. I was so ashamed over what I had just admitted to in front of everyone there.

As I was wiping my eyes, in walked my track coach with his Lesson Plans. He slapped them on the principal's desk, looked over at me, and growled, "Fuck, Nick, aren't naked gang showers with your teammates enough, you have to bring this into the principal's office?" With that he quickly walked out.

The nurse then interjected, "Nick, I am going to have to ask you to please not use your Mom's foot massager to stimulate your penis. I have a soothing cream with me that I am going to prescribe. Rub it on your penis three times per day until the irritation is gone. That should take care of the redness and penile skin irritation. I know this might be difficult for a boy your age, but can you try not to masturbate for at least two days to allow for healing."

Just then Mrs. Stomper, the school secretary walked in, "I'm sorry to be late...why is a male student standing in your office bare ass naked?" Principal Carter, seemingly at the last edge of her patience, glared at Mrs. Stomper and the other females who were still standing by the window, "Would everyone please stop asking why Nick Twisp is standing here in my office, stark naked with a slightly red penis. I'm just tired of this entire ordeal!"

The nurse then suggested that I rub some of the lotion on my penis right then and there. I had now had enough of this abject humiliation in front of the principal, a fellow student, and several teachers and the secretary. "No, I am not going to touch my penis and rub lotion on it in front of you all," I firmly stated. Mrs. Harper then laughed and commented, "Thank goodness for small favors. I've seen and heard enough about Nick's penis and his jack off habits, I'm going back to my classroom." She and Miss Gonzalez then gave my full-frontal nudity one more gaze and then left the office.

Principal Carter then stated, "This matter is closed. Nick, you may get dressed and I will write you and Susan a pass to go back to class. I believe you are now due in Mrs. Harper's class at this hour." I put the penis cream in my backpack, picked up my underpants and got dressed. Then Principal Carter added, "And Susan, what went on here is strictly confidential. You are not to discuss this with any students. If I find out that Nick's nudity today in my office becomes known among the student body, you will get an hour's Office Detention."

Upon entering Mrs. Harper's classroom, the teacher gave me a kind of wink as Susan handed her our late to class excuse forms. Turns out the threat of an hour's Office Detention was wholly insufficient to deter Susan from letting everyone know what had occurred in Principal Carter's office that morning. Even as we walked out of Mrs. Harper's classroom at the end of the class period, Susan loudly yelled in front of a gaggle of exiting students, "Don't forget to apply your penis cream, Nick, to take care of your problem." By lunchtime the episode in the principal's office had become the talk of the school. I became famous in high school, for a while anyway, for all the wrong reasons.

Even my track teammates could not resist. We ran for an hour as usual that afternoon and then took our customary naked gang shower to clean up. As the nude group of us soaped up under the shower nozzles, David Perkins shouted, "Hey Nick, seems like you're dressed just right now to go see Principal Carter again!"

[Jeepman89]

Why post the story again, JonJon? Yikes.

[NickTwisp]

Sequel: Nick Gets Naked at the Slattery House
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A few days after my naked exposure in Principal Carter's office, it was time for me to do yardwork for my next-door neighbor, Mrs. Slattery. Coach had excused me from running after school that day, since he liked us to make money to defray some costs associated with our participation on the track team. Usually after doing the yardwork, Mrs. Slattery would invite me in for a coke and perhaps a snack. It had rained earlier that day, so cutting her lawn had been a bit messy. My jean shorts had wet grass clippings on them and my t-shirt was damp.

When I entered her kitchen, Mrs. Slattery was reluctant to allow me to sit down on her Ethan Allen kitchen furniture in my rather dank clothing. She said, "Before I get the coke for you, Nick, why don't you slip out of those jean shorts and your shirt and I will run them through the laundry with some other things I was going to wash? Mrs. Slattery and her 9-year-old daughter had already seen me in my underpants at the pediatrician's office at one time, so in some ways I didn't see the real harm in stripping to my underpants in front of her and Sally, who had now entered the room. Plus, it would feel good to get out of these damp clothes. I removed my t-shirt, sneakers, socks, and finally slipped off my jean shorts. I stood there in just my white briefs. Sally laughed and stated, "There's Nick in his underpants again."

After Mrs. Slattery had taken my clothing into the washing machine alcove just off the kitchen, she poured me a coke and put out a plate of sugar cookies which she had baked earlier that day. I was feeling rather relaxed, enjoying the refreshing snack as I sat there at the table wearing only my underpants. She then commented, "I also baked a pie to contribute to the upcoming high school faculty luncheon. Your history teacher, Mrs. Harper, is coming by this afternoon to pick the pie up. Just as she said this, the doorbell rang. Mrs. Slattery went into the living room to answer it.

Mrs. Slattery had a rather loud voice, so I could hear her from the kitchen talking to Mrs. Harper. "I've got Nick Twisp in the kitchen. I'd invite you to sit down for a cup of coffee, but Nick is in his underpants," she said. Mrs. Harper laughed and replied, "What difference does that make, I saw him completely naked last week in Principal Carter's office?" Mrs. Slattery answered, "Oh yes, I heard something about that. Poor Nick, he must have been mortified. He's such a sensitive boy. Is it true that the nurse gave him some kind of cream to treat the abrasion they found on his penis?" Mrs. Harper replied, "Yes, turns out the abrasion was caused by some type of excessive masturbation utilizing his Mom's foot massager."

The two ladies entered the kitchen. Mrs. Harper greeted me. Of course I had been in her history class earlier that day. Mrs. Slattery then asked me, "Nick, I heard about the penis cream. Did you follow instructions applying it and is the abrasion gone?" Flushing with embarrassment, I replied, "Oh yes, the cream was very effective, and my penis is just fine now." Mrs. Slattery continued, "That's great, Nick, but did you have either of your parents inspect your penis just to make sure?" I answered, "Well no, I'm not too keen on my Mom seeing my penis and my Dad just said he didn't want to see it."

Mrs. Slattery was undeterred, "Nick, I think it's important that some responsible adult check your penis just to make sure. I want you to stand up, lower your underpants, and allow myself and Mrs. Harper to view your penis just to be on the safe side." Mrs. Slattery gazed at me with that domineering frown she sometimes displayed. It was always difficult for me to resist anything she asked of me when she gave me that stare. Moreover, part of my brain actually like the idea of once again being exposed to my history teacher, and then letting Mrs. Slattery see me naked, too. The other half of course dreaded the humiliating aspect of becoming the naked teenage lawn boy. Then I remembered that Sally was also in the room. "But Sally will see my penis, too, shouldn't she leave the room?"

With that, Sally kind of whined and said, "Please Mommy, let me stay. I want to see Nick's penis." Mrs. Slattery appeared to give this a moment's consideration, and then replied, "Oh, I guess it won't really affect you adversely if I allow you to stay. It's probably about time you and I had 'the talk' anyway. Seeing Nick totally bare might be a good way to introduce the topic of sexual development to you. You're going to get this type of sex education in school in a year or so anyway."

With that Mrs. Slattery stated, "Showtime, Nick, stand up and get those underpants off." Kind of shakily, I stood up from the table and pushed my underpants down to my feet and stepped out of them. I was now totally naked in front of the two women and Sally. Mrs. Harper, gazing at my flaccid penis, asked, "Nick, were you able to abstain from masturbation for the two days that the nurse advised?" As intrusive as the question was, I decided to be perfectly honest. Something about being naked in front of others kind of has that effect on me. I replied, "Yes, I didn't jack off for the two days that the nurse requested." Mrs. Slattery then asked, "What about since then?" I responded, "Since then I've either used my right hand to rub my penis or sometimes I put a towel down on my bed. Then I lay down on the bed and hump my penis against the towel. I used to just press my hard penis against the mattress, but I had to stop doing that because my Mom complained about the stains on the sheets."

At this point I felt close to tears, having spoken so intimately about my masturbation habits. Another flush of humiliation came over my face. Mrs. Slattery gave me a look of approval. She stated, "That sounds good, Nick. About how often you masturbate, anyway?" I responded, "Average is twice per day, usually I hump the bed towel when I first wake up in the morning. My penis is always so stiff then. At night before bedtime, after doing my homework, then often I use some lube and then wank with my right hand." Mrs. Slattery almost beamed in appreciation of my jack off habits being revealed to her.

Mrs. Harper interjected, "Nick, I heard some rumors around school that some of you track team boys perform some questionable acts in the Lockeroom after your afternoon runs. Any truth to those rumors?" I blushed and confessed, "Well there's been a few times in the shower with David Perkins...but that's all I'm going to say about that."

Mrs. Harper then commented, "Oh that David Perkins. What he was doing in my class the other day was just disgusting." Mrs. Slattery asked, "Just what was David doing?" Mrs. Perkins replied, "I was lecturing on the causes of the Cold War, and David was sitting way in the back row of my classroom. I noticed several girls and one boy in the back staring intently at him instead of listening to my lecture. He seemed to have one of his arms under the desk. So, I kind of casually moved to the rear of the room as I continued lecturing. I soon saw what was going on. David had pulled his corduroy pants down to his knees, revealing his white briefs. He was actually stroking his penis through his underpants."

Mrs. Slattery exclaimed, "Well, I'll be, the horny little rascal could not even wait until he got home, or at least in the Boys Lockeroom after their afternoon run. So, what did you do about David's perverse in-class masturbation?"

Mrs. Perkins replied, "I halted my lecture, walked over to David's desk, and said, 'pull up your pants, David, and go to the Boys Room right now to take care of your shameful urges'. Red faced, David pulled up his pants and strode out of my classroom. He never returned for the rest of the class period. I should have given him Detention, but I just decided not to bother. I did, however, verbally warn the rest of the boys in the class that they'd better keep their pants up and hands off their private parts during my class, or else they'd all get Detention. Then I just continued my planned lecture."

I knew about all of this. David had described what had happened to him in Mrs. Perkin's class during our run that afternoon. This occurred the day before my own naked humiliation in Principal Carter's office. I had cautioned David to be more careful in satisfying his urges. "At least wait until you get down here in the Lockeroom with just us guys," I had admonished him.

At this point Mrs. Harper turned to me, still naked in front of her, and stated, "I must be going, Nick, it has been rewarding to see you in an out of school environment. Don't be at all concerned, I won't tell that nosey Susan Weinglass that I saw you naked again today. That girl just can't seem to get over her experience seeing you naked in Principal Carter's office last week." With that Mrs. Harper took the pie and left.

I sat down at the table after putting my underpants back on. Mrs. Slattery suggested I just return home in my underpants as it would be a while before my clothes were finished in the laundry process. She said, "Please come back to cut my lawn and do trimming again next week. Now that Sally and I have seen you naked, there's no reason why I can't wash whatever clothes you have on afterwards. We'll make this a regular practice." Great...now I realized that Mrs. Slattery and her daughter Sally were going to see me naked, or at least in my underpants depending on what was going to be washed, every week.

We lived next door to the Slattery's. I carefully exited their back door in just my underpants. I had to go around to the front to get into our house, which made me viewable from the street. As I walked across the lawn in my underpants, Susan Weinglass happened to ride by on her bicycle, with two other girls I recognized from school riding with her. "Looking good, Nick," Susan called out. When I entered our house, I tried to sneak up to my bedroom without being seen. Fat chance of that! Mom and my sister were sitting in the den as I passed through. "Please don't even ask me why I'm just in my underpants," I kind of pleaded. They didn't ask, Mom just kind of sighed as I ascended the stairs.

[NudeBaG]

This is fun, but a bit rushed.
I don’t exactly mind that at this point, as this seems to be your style, I look forward to what you have planned next!
Student relations are always fun!
As well as student/teacher relations!
Just glad for more fresh stories

[Jeepman89]

I loved it but I was hoping for a reaction from 9 year old Sally to seeing a 16 year old boy stark naked. Maybe there will be more interaction when he does the lawn cutting next time.

[NudeBaG]

I loved it but I was hoping for a reaction from 9 year old Sally to seeing a 16 year old boy stark naked. Maybe there will be more interaction when he does the lawn cutting next time.

Agree 100%
Between 8 and 11 is when you start to learn/be curious about sex.
9 year old Sally must have been extremely confused/excited seeing a naked boy like that!