Catherine the Great, Chapter 11 - Sport-a-Rama
Anthony went straight to the table and sat down, as from that seat he could watch the naked Catherine putting away the groceries. Mr. O'Brien stopped by the stove, and kissed his wife on the cheek, then told her that she should see what they had bought, to which Mrs. O'Brien said that lunch was ready, they should all wash their hands and sit at the table.
But it was Suzy who was just bubbling over with enthusiasm. "You should have been there, Catherine. You won't believe who we saw. It's just as well you weren't there; it would have relieved her to see you naked there, in the midst of the crowds. God, was it crowded. She was so embarrassed. You would have been so, too. You were smart to stay here, in the house, where no one could see you." While Catherine was trying to make sense of this outburst of contradictory and unconnected information, Mrs. O'Brien interrupted to make the three wash their hands and sit down at that table for lunch. During that light meal, Anthony and Suzy between them explained what had caused Suzy's outburst.
When they arrived at the mall, they had discovered that a special promotional show had been set up to promote Sport-a-Rama's trampolines. Because the owner, Mr. Assam, had made a large donation of equipment to Cronenberg, the school had assigned three girls from the gymnastics team to put on a demonstration on the trampoline from nine until noon. He knew just how big a draw a group of nubile young girls bouncing up and down on a trampoline would be; so he had set up a trampoline outside the mall, beside the area that he rented for his boating department. This area was primarily canoes and kayaks, with some smaller sailboats, but he did have a couple of power boats. He had scheduled his annual sale to coincide with the mall-wide "Bargain Day" and knew that a large number of potential customers would be there for the special sales in the other stores, and he intended to attract as many as possible to Sport-a-Rama.
It was just ten to nine when he saw Mr. O'Connor's station wagon pull into the lot, and park in the second section out, about one hundred yards from his store. He was a friend of the track coach, a drinking buddy among other things, and he knew the car. He watched as the coach got out of the far side, and two girls got out on his side; one was a blond, the other had very pale skin set off by short, jet black hair. Even from here he could see that they wore the bright blue T-shirts and little red shorts that comprised the Cronenberg School general phys. ed. uniform. He had hoped that the girls would be wearing the tight blue and red leotard that was the uniform for wrestling and gymnastics meets, but Mr. O'Connor had suggested that this outfit was more appropriate for the outdoors setup, and also looked less like a professional uniform, thus letting customers see the trampoline as suitable for their own families. Mr. Assam was not convinced by this argument, but since the school was doing him a favor, he did not wish to jeopardize the show by admitting just how much the display was influenced by the old saying "Sex Sells". Still, even in those outfits, the girls would definitely be an excellent draw. He walked into his store for a minute, just to be sure his staff was handling everything correctly, then stepped back out to the wide sidewalk.
Mr. O'Connor arrived with the two girls beside him and a third one, this one a brunette, walking close behind the three of them. The two men shook hands, and then Mr. O'Connor introduced the girls.
"Girls, this is Mr. Assam, owner of Sport-a-Rama. He is the man who so generously donated the new gymnastics equipment that you all work so hard on. I am sure you will make a great effort today to put on the best display you can." Mr. Assam wondered why the brunette blushed at that last statement. "This is Miss Sarah Fulci, an excellent performer on all the apparatus you provided to Cronenberg, including, of course, the trampoline. I'm sure she will perform an excellent routine today." Mr. Assam shook her hand firmly, looking carefully at the petite blonde, scanning her body from the ground up. Sport shoes, white socks, strong well-shaped legs topped by tiny tight red shorts with just the hint of a panty line, an equally tight, bright blue T-shirt, the outline of a bra cupping peach-sized breasts, and finally a round smiling face with bright blue eyes framed in fine blond hair that was hanging loosely. This little lady was going to be a fabulous draw for the store.
"Next we have Miss Bridget Schultz. She is also a top performer on the trampoline." Mr. Assam gave her the same once-over he had given to Sarah. The outfit was the same of course, but where Sarah's skin was golden, Bridget's was a pale, pale white; her breasts were noticeably larger, even in the bra, a bra that was more necessary for these bouncing puppies, and her hair was jet black, cut short, truly framing her pale skin and black eyes. Mr. Assam didn't think she looked quite as delectable as the other, but with those jugs, she'd certainly hold the customers' interest. Yes, this was going to be a good day.
"Finally, our third performer is Miss Jenny O'Shea." Mr. Assam's jaw dropped, and he forgot to extend his hand as the teacher and already introduced girls stepped aside to give him a clear view of the last girl. Taller than the other two, this olive-skinned girl was wearing the same sport shoes, white socks and red shorts, showing off a great set of legs, but what had caught his attention was that that was all she was wearing. She was totally naked above the waist, her firm breasts fully visible to him. "I'm sorry that Jenny is out of uniform, but she was not being punished when we chose her, and we don't like to change their duties; they might act up to be relieved of them if we did."
Mr. Assam could not believe his luck. The other two girls would be good for business, but a topless trampoliner would be a draw unlike any he had imagined. He recovered enough to extend his hand and shake Jenny's. He shook her hand harder than he had the other two, fascinated by the movement that this imparted to the naked breasts in front of him. He raised his eyes from the small areolae and tiny nipples to the face of the embarrassed girl, her brown eyes filling with tears of humiliation as she gnawed her lower lip, and noticed that she was the only one who had secured her hair; it was tied back in a pony-tail. Remembering that as far as the school was concerned, he wanted the girls because they were artistic, not sexy, he managed to reply, "I'm sure we can accept her. We certainly don't want to interfere with the way the girls are treated, and I would not try to second guess the school when you are doing me the favor of supplying these fine athletes."
Each girl would do a routine of just under twenty minutes, then spot for the other two athletes, before doing another show. The order had been chosen by lot, and Jenny was third. She had not been getting much sympathy from the other two girls, for two reasons. Both of them had heard how nasty she had been to Catherine, and how Catherine had to stay naked until the end of Monday, and they felt that Jenny merited the humiliation she was receiving. Secondly, both of them had had to perform track and field totally nude, in front of dozens of spectators. They had been embarrassed, but they had been totally naked, showing their private parts to the spectators, and even though Jenny would be in front of many more people, she was only topless. Even if they had felt she was mistreated, the other two girls would have made no overt display of support. One day of naked sports had been more than enough, and Mr. O'Connor would strip a girl for the slightest offence.
A little more than half an hour later it was Jenny's turn to perform, and she blushed as she somersaulted onto the taut webbing. Mr. Assam had set up a barrier, like the ones banks use to manage long lines, about ten feet back from the trampoline itself on three sides, with the fence around his boat department forming the fourth side. There were now hundreds of people crowded around the display, and Jenny felt tears of shame forming in her eyes. Up till now, only the people in the front couple of rows could see her bare boobs as she stood at the end of the trampoline, spotting for the other girls; once she started bouncing, everyone in the crowd would have a clear view of her naked breasts. Mr. Assam had provided two clerks to help as spotters at the sides, as he had promised to do, and Jenny shuddered as she realized that if she bounced too far off center, these boys were required to push her back onto the trampoline; she just knew that if she did, their hands would be pressing on her breasts, "accidentally" of course.
Choking back a sob, she stood up on the webbing and started to bounce, higher and higher, until she was high enough to start a more complex routine. Her lack of a bra was a distinct hindrance, as her breasts were bouncing too. Unfortunately, when she reached the top of a bounce, and her body started back down, her breasts would continue to rise and she could feel them pulling up on her chest; back at the bottom, as she started the next leap, she could always feel her breasts pulling down; she knew this display of jiggling flesh was attracting the attention of every male in the vicinity. When her routine required her to flip, landing first on her back then bouncing up and over to land on her stomach, the rough webbing scratched her bare breasts, and particularly her sensitive nipples; the first brush on them caused them to harden, so the second landing was even more painful. When, at the top of a bounce she brought her legs up at right angles to her body, split wide apart, then leaned forward to touch her toes, her breasts just brushed her own legs, distracting her again, reminding her of just how much she was showing the watching public.
She was so involved in her routine and her humiliation that she did not notice the Cronenberg School uniform inside the boat display. Suzy had arrived with her brother and her father, and they were looking at canoes, as Mr. O'Brien was interested in starting a new family vacation project, seeing America's wilderness areas, and thought by canoe would be the best way to do it. He decided to postpone the purchase until after the current display, when Suzy told him that the girl on the trampoline was the student responsible for Catherine's punishment. The three of them moved out of the compound and worked their way quickly through the crowd. Suzy stopped in the third row; she wasn't quite sure why, but she did not want Jenny to see her just yet.
When Jenny's routine ended, and she hopped to the ground, a large portion of the crowd moved off, but a sizable number remained at the barriers. The sun was warm this morning, as Catherine would soon be finding out, and Jenny was covered in a sheen of perspiration.
"I think you girls are going to need some refreshment." Mr. O'Connor pulled a bill from his wallet and held it out to Jenny. "There is a fresh fruit juice stand in the mall. Go there and buy a large bottle of one of the juices, orange, peach, whatever you like best, and bring it back with several glasses." Jenny was absolutely appalled at this request, but Suzy, peeking over the shoulders of the people in front of her, was delighted at the idea of poor Jenny walking through the mall, naked from the waist up. She whispered something in Anthony's ear; he nodded, and they whispered together for a couple of minutes.
"Please, sir. I can't go into the mall like this." Jenny hoped he would be reasonable and send one of the fully dressed girls. Bridget smiled to herself; she remembered how Mr. O'Connor dealt with reluctant students. She remembered how he had ripped off her bra and then her panties when he had punished her for getting her uniform wet at the track meet; how her large pale breasts had bounced out like beagle pups as her bra was ripped from her body; how she felt cold air touch her shaven little cunt when he had exposed it and her pale buns. This was one of the reasons she was being so careful today. She had already displayed her shaved slit to an appreciative audience once, she was not about to let her schoolmates and all these onlookers know that that had not been a one-time event; she had kept herself hairless below her waist.
"What did you say, Miss O'Shea?" Bridget and Sarah smiled to themselves, as they could foresee what was coming.
"Please, Mr. O'Connor, I don't want to walk through the mall dressed like this." Jenny's plea would have melted a heart of stone, but Mr. O'Connor was a Cronenberg teacher and all the students knew the school's teachers had no hearts.
"Very well, Miss O'Shea, if that is how you feel, you will not be sent through the mall dressed like that." Jenny heaved a sigh of relief, oblivious to the motion this imparted to her bare breasts; and the other two students stared in surprise. "You know the penalty for attempting to avoid duties assigned by the staff while you are undergoing a punishment. Remove those shorts. You can get them back tomorrow morning when your punishment ends." Jenny looked at him in horror. This would mean she would have to spend the rest of the day wearing only her panties. "Now, Miss O'Shea!"
Jenny realized that if she did not obey, and immediately, things would get worse, far worse. She would not be uncovering much that was not already uncovered, but if she made him angry enough, he might insist on her final piece of clothing as well. She could not bear the thought of being totally naked here. Quickly she slipped her thumbs into the waistband and slid the red shorts down her long legs, being extremely careful not to disturb her panties. Her panties. She suddenly remembered which panties she had worn. She had considered a G-string, as she didn't want a panty-line showing through her shorts, but thank God, had rejected that idea, since that was not an acceptable style of panty, and she would have lost it, too. But what she had chosen was bad enough. It was a sort of tanga style, basically a one inch band around the top of her hips, with a V front that narrowed to a one inch strip that ran between her legs and up the crack of her bum to join with the waist-band. Her privates and butt crack were covered, if only just, but both her cheeks were fully exposed to the public's eyes. She blushed at the thought of all those men, now able to see not only her 36C's but also her buttocks.
"Better hurry, Miss O'Shea, unless you want to try for..." Mr. O'Connor let the threat peter out, and Jenny, biting her lip to hold back the tears of frustration and shame, grabbed the bill and started through the crowd to the mall entrance, as she heard her teacher tell Bridget to place the shorts inside his car.
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Catherine the Great, Chapter 12 - Sport-a-Rama continued
"That was cold." She looked up to see a rather cute youngster, with dark hair walking beside her. She didn't know him, but he seemed sympathetic, rather than a leering monster, which was what she half expected, now that she only had her panties left. "You must be upset. Oh, I'm Anthony, by the way."
Jenny was upset, and she needed someone to listen to her woes; her schoolmates were not supportive today; perhaps this kid would do, even if he was younger than she was. This need to talk was became even stronger when she found out that the juice stand was at the very far end of the mall. As they walked along, she told him why she was being so wrongfully punished, and how she had been chosen for this event days before she lost her top. He merely nodded in commiseration; he did not correct her view of the justice of her punishment.
As she bought a large bottle of fresh-squeezed orange juice, she continued to pour out her woes. "This morning is bad enough, but what is worse, I have to help our instructor, Miss Adler, teach four of the nerdiest guys at Terence Gilliam Boys' school to dance. The other three girls will be in their uniforms, but I'll be like this. And the absolutely worst part is that I volunteered for it!"
"Really, four nerds. I go to Gilliam's myself, as a day student. Who are these guys? Maybe I know them." Anthony wanted all the details so he could relay their enemy's humiliation to Suzy and Catherine.
"Let's see, there's Freddy..."
"Oh God, not Fat Freddy? That guy is always sweating, looks like he was dipped in grease."
"That's him. And with me dressed like this he'll be placing his sticky paws directly on my skin." She shivered, her skin crawling as she could feel those greasy hands on her back as they waltzed; and now with no skirt, he would probably grab her ass as well when Miss Adler wasn't looking. "And then there's Shorty Steinmetz. The top of his head is about the same height as my shoulders, so you just know that he will be leaning into me, his spotty face right against my..." She could not bring herself to say tits to the boy walking back beside her. "Jack, 'the Professor' isn't too bad, although his hands also sweat a lot when he is around a girl, so he'll be sweating on my body. Also those glasses of his always seem to get in the way, and dig into my head, but it's those damned pens in his pocket -- in that stupid pocket protector -- they dig into me even through my blouse and bra, they're really going to hurt when I'm unprotected." Anthony nodded sympathetically, and murmured something indistinct, but decided not to actually interrupt with a comment. "But the absolute worst will be 'Sprayin' Sam'!"
"Sprayin' Sam, the human fountain?" Anthony tried to sound sympathetic, but he was actually overjoyed, this was too good to be true. "You poor thing, if he speaks to you at all, you'll be sprayed with saliva from head to toe. And if he just holds you close, he'll be drooling all over your breasts. Why did you ever volunteer?"
Jenny was wriggling as they walked along; his description had brought the afternoon home to her. She could feel the spray of saliva coating the front of her body, then his clammy hands on her skin as they waltzed, the saliva dropping off his chin onto her unprotected tits, the slimy fluid coating her skin. Why had she volunteered? She thought of dancing rock and roll, the boys spinning her away from them, then spinning her back, their greasy paws brushing along her tit as she returned to their arms; they did that when she was dressed, how much more would they do it now she was naked?
"I volunteered because I wanted to make fun of those four geeks." She blurted out the truth before she had time to think. "I thought I'd be in uniform; I never in my wildest dreams thought I'd be almost naked when I danced with them. I figured I could put up with the pawing, because the teasing and taunting would be worth it. But like this..." Tears were forming in her eyes again, and she had to gnaw her lip to prevent herself from breaking down entirely. To top it off, she still had two more trampoline acts to do.
Anthony said goodbye to her as they exited the mall, and moved away from the display, rather than joining his sister. He believed she was right, it would be better if Jenny didn't see them together just yet. His father and sister joined him as Bridget began to give the first performance of the second set. They spent the next half hour plus in buying two nice canoes, large enough to handle the family, and even take a guest or two on short trips. They got the entire outfit needed -- canoes, paddles, life-jackets, even a trailer to carry everything.
They returned to the crowd to watch Jenny's second show, and she was showing a lot; she was obviously not at peak form, because she bounced too near the side at one point, and the clerk standing there had had to push her sideways to keep her from landing on the metal frame. Naturally, one of his hands had cupped her cheek. This really delighted the children and when Mr. O'Brien suggested that they should head home, they persuaded him to wait; it was their desire to relay the whole mornings events to Catherine that persuaded him to stay; he felt it was only right she should know the punishment that Jenny's nasty words had inflicted on her. He and the children went to MacDonald's for a coffee; he had a coffee, they each had a soda. The youngsters were finished and headed back to the trampoline in time to see the last half of Sarah's routine.
By the time she was getting off the apparatus, the two of them had made whispered plans to shock Jenny. Mr. O'Connor had given each of the girls a final glass of orange juice, using the break before the final performance to finish off the bottle. Anthony moved up to the barrier and spoke to Jenny.
"Hi, I hope you're feeling better now, you looked a little upset when I left you last time."
"A bit better, thank you." Jenny was glad to see a friendly face in the crowd, particularly since he had not hung around after talking to her. He had left like a gentleman. She had not seen the three O'Briens hidden in the mob during her previous performance. "Just one more routine, and then I will have a break until the dance class this afternoon." Anthony just smiled and nodded.
"Hi there, Jenny. I'd forgotten you were working here today." Jenny jumped, appalled to hear the voice of Suzy, her enemy. She brought her arms across her breasts reflexively but dropped them back to her sides at once. She certainly did not wish to be punished any more, and covering up was a very punishable offence. "I see you've met my brother, Anthony." Jenny's chin quivered as she fought back the tears of frustration and anger. She had told this boy everything, her feelings, the humiliation she was going to undergo this afternoon, how her desire to humiliate the geeks backfired. And she knew that Suzy would be telling Catherine. Her humiliation was complete. Nothing worse could happen to her today.
"Miss O'Shea!" Jenny spun around to face Mr. O'Connor. "What is that on your uniform?"
Jenny looked down at her white panties, all that was left of her uniform, except of course for shoes and socks. The panties were wet with an orange stain. When she had flung her arms across her chest, her drink had splashed onto her, and had run down onto her panties.
"It was just an accident, sir," she began, but before she could offer a proper explanation, she heard the voice of doom.
"You threw the juice on yourself while trying to cover up. Apparently breaking the rules is more important than respect for your uniform... and if you don't respect your uniform, Jenny, then why should I allow you to wear it?"" Sarah both smiled and shivered as she heard these words; they were a direct echo of what he had said to her on sports day; she could hear the next sentence before it was spoken. "You can't stay in wet clothing, remove those soaked panties."
Jenny slowly peeled the last remaining protection of her modesty down her legs; this time the tears were actually running down her cheeks. Not only did she have to undergo the humiliation of being stripped in such a public place, but it was happening in front of her enemy. Mr. Assam was ecstatic; a topless athlete had been a tremendous draw, but with a totally naked girl performing as the final act, he just knew that his store would be crowded during the lunch hour, a period that was notoriously slow on Saturdays.
Jenny felt the final humiliation as her sweet-faced enemy said in a voice that just oozed sympathy: "Look on the bright side. Now you won't have to dance with the nerds while almost naked."
Jenny went through her final performance in what can best be described as a state of shock. She knew that each time she landed on the webbing with her legs apart she was showing her private parts to the audience. And there were so many moves that displayed her. Landing on her stomach with arms and legs stretched out gave everyone at her feet a clear view up between her legs. And since she landed facing one way then did a turn on the bounce and landed facing the other way, she knew she had displayed herself to both sides of the watching crowd. To add injury to insult, not only did the webbing scratch her delicate breasts, but each time she landed on her front a couple of pubic hairs would catch between the strips and be pulled very painfully. Then there were the mid-air moves. A somersault, with her legs drawn up and apart and her head between them, this move exposed both her vagina and her naked asshole, and unlike the landings she was high enough that everybody in the crowd could get a clear view of her most private parts. Spreading her legs and touching her toes; she did that twice facing different directions, so everyone in the crowd got a view of her total nudity, front and back.
At last the routine was complete, and she was able to hop down from the apparatus, out of the view of all but the front rows. She was blushing and breathing hard, but she would not feel the full humiliation until she returned to the school and replayed the entire shameful episode in her mind.
"Good-bye, Jenny. Enjoy teasing the geeks this afternoon." Anthony waved to her as he called out this parting shot, and the two youngsters ran over to the car, which was now hooked up to the purchased trailer, and jumped in. Jenny was left standing alone, naked, crying gently, dreading the humiliation she knew would be her entire afternoon.
"That was cold." She looked up to see a rather cute youngster, with dark hair walking beside her. She didn't know him, but he seemed sympathetic, rather than a leering monster, which was what she half expected, now that she only had her panties left. "You must be upset. Oh, I'm Anthony, by the way."
Jenny was upset, and she needed someone to listen to her woes; her schoolmates were not supportive today; perhaps this kid would do, even if he was younger than she was. This need to talk was became even stronger when she found out that the juice stand was at the very far end of the mall. As they walked along, she told him why she was being so wrongfully punished, and how she had been chosen for this event days before she lost her top. He merely nodded in commiseration; he did not correct her view of the justice of her punishment.
As she bought a large bottle of fresh-squeezed orange juice, she continued to pour out her woes. "This morning is bad enough, but what is worse, I have to help our instructor, Miss Adler, teach four of the nerdiest guys at Terence Gilliam Boys' school to dance. The other three girls will be in their uniforms, but I'll be like this. And the absolutely worst part is that I volunteered for it!"
"Really, four nerds. I go to Gilliam's myself, as a day student. Who are these guys? Maybe I know them." Anthony wanted all the details so he could relay their enemy's humiliation to Suzy and Catherine.
"Let's see, there's Freddy..."
"Oh God, not Fat Freddy? That guy is always sweating, looks like he was dipped in grease."
"That's him. And with me dressed like this he'll be placing his sticky paws directly on my skin." She shivered, her skin crawling as she could feel those greasy hands on her back as they waltzed; and now with no skirt, he would probably grab her ass as well when Miss Adler wasn't looking. "And then there's Shorty Steinmetz. The top of his head is about the same height as my shoulders, so you just know that he will be leaning into me, his spotty face right against my..." She could not bring herself to say tits to the boy walking back beside her. "Jack, 'the Professor' isn't too bad, although his hands also sweat a lot when he is around a girl, so he'll be sweating on my body. Also those glasses of his always seem to get in the way, and dig into my head, but it's those damned pens in his pocket -- in that stupid pocket protector -- they dig into me even through my blouse and bra, they're really going to hurt when I'm unprotected." Anthony nodded sympathetically, and murmured something indistinct, but decided not to actually interrupt with a comment. "But the absolute worst will be 'Sprayin' Sam'!"
"Sprayin' Sam, the human fountain?" Anthony tried to sound sympathetic, but he was actually overjoyed, this was too good to be true. "You poor thing, if he speaks to you at all, you'll be sprayed with saliva from head to toe. And if he just holds you close, he'll be drooling all over your breasts. Why did you ever volunteer?"
Jenny was wriggling as they walked along; his description had brought the afternoon home to her. She could feel the spray of saliva coating the front of her body, then his clammy hands on her skin as they waltzed, the saliva dropping off his chin onto her unprotected tits, the slimy fluid coating her skin. Why had she volunteered? She thought of dancing rock and roll, the boys spinning her away from them, then spinning her back, their greasy paws brushing along her tit as she returned to their arms; they did that when she was dressed, how much more would they do it now she was naked?
"I volunteered because I wanted to make fun of those four geeks." She blurted out the truth before she had time to think. "I thought I'd be in uniform; I never in my wildest dreams thought I'd be almost naked when I danced with them. I figured I could put up with the pawing, because the teasing and taunting would be worth it. But like this..." Tears were forming in her eyes again, and she had to gnaw her lip to prevent herself from breaking down entirely. To top it off, she still had two more trampoline acts to do.
Anthony said goodbye to her as they exited the mall, and moved away from the display, rather than joining his sister. He believed she was right, it would be better if Jenny didn't see them together just yet. His father and sister joined him as Bridget began to give the first performance of the second set. They spent the next half hour plus in buying two nice canoes, large enough to handle the family, and even take a guest or two on short trips. They got the entire outfit needed -- canoes, paddles, life-jackets, even a trailer to carry everything.
They returned to the crowd to watch Jenny's second show, and she was showing a lot; she was obviously not at peak form, because she bounced too near the side at one point, and the clerk standing there had had to push her sideways to keep her from landing on the metal frame. Naturally, one of his hands had cupped her cheek. This really delighted the children and when Mr. O'Brien suggested that they should head home, they persuaded him to wait; it was their desire to relay the whole mornings events to Catherine that persuaded him to stay; he felt it was only right she should know the punishment that Jenny's nasty words had inflicted on her. He and the children went to MacDonald's for a coffee; he had a coffee, they each had a soda. The youngsters were finished and headed back to the trampoline in time to see the last half of Sarah's routine.
By the time she was getting off the apparatus, the two of them had made whispered plans to shock Jenny. Mr. O'Connor had given each of the girls a final glass of orange juice, using the break before the final performance to finish off the bottle. Anthony moved up to the barrier and spoke to Jenny.
"Hi, I hope you're feeling better now, you looked a little upset when I left you last time."
"A bit better, thank you." Jenny was glad to see a friendly face in the crowd, particularly since he had not hung around after talking to her. He had left like a gentleman. She had not seen the three O'Briens hidden in the mob during her previous performance. "Just one more routine, and then I will have a break until the dance class this afternoon." Anthony just smiled and nodded.
"Hi there, Jenny. I'd forgotten you were working here today." Jenny jumped, appalled to hear the voice of Suzy, her enemy. She brought her arms across her breasts reflexively but dropped them back to her sides at once. She certainly did not wish to be punished any more, and covering up was a very punishable offence. "I see you've met my brother, Anthony." Jenny's chin quivered as she fought back the tears of frustration and anger. She had told this boy everything, her feelings, the humiliation she was going to undergo this afternoon, how her desire to humiliate the geeks backfired. And she knew that Suzy would be telling Catherine. Her humiliation was complete. Nothing worse could happen to her today.
"Miss O'Shea!" Jenny spun around to face Mr. O'Connor. "What is that on your uniform?"
Jenny looked down at her white panties, all that was left of her uniform, except of course for shoes and socks. The panties were wet with an orange stain. When she had flung her arms across her chest, her drink had splashed onto her, and had run down onto her panties.
"It was just an accident, sir," she began, but before she could offer a proper explanation, she heard the voice of doom.
"You threw the juice on yourself while trying to cover up. Apparently breaking the rules is more important than respect for your uniform... and if you don't respect your uniform, Jenny, then why should I allow you to wear it?"" Sarah both smiled and shivered as she heard these words; they were a direct echo of what he had said to her on sports day; she could hear the next sentence before it was spoken. "You can't stay in wet clothing, remove those soaked panties."
Jenny slowly peeled the last remaining protection of her modesty down her legs; this time the tears were actually running down her cheeks. Not only did she have to undergo the humiliation of being stripped in such a public place, but it was happening in front of her enemy. Mr. Assam was ecstatic; a topless athlete had been a tremendous draw, but with a totally naked girl performing as the final act, he just knew that his store would be crowded during the lunch hour, a period that was notoriously slow on Saturdays.
Jenny felt the final humiliation as her sweet-faced enemy said in a voice that just oozed sympathy: "Look on the bright side. Now you won't have to dance with the nerds while almost naked."
Jenny went through her final performance in what can best be described as a state of shock. She knew that each time she landed on the webbing with her legs apart she was showing her private parts to the audience. And there were so many moves that displayed her. Landing on her stomach with arms and legs stretched out gave everyone at her feet a clear view up between her legs. And since she landed facing one way then did a turn on the bounce and landed facing the other way, she knew she had displayed herself to both sides of the watching crowd. To add injury to insult, not only did the webbing scratch her delicate breasts, but each time she landed on her front a couple of pubic hairs would catch between the strips and be pulled very painfully. Then there were the mid-air moves. A somersault, with her legs drawn up and apart and her head between them, this move exposed both her vagina and her naked asshole, and unlike the landings she was high enough that everybody in the crowd could get a clear view of her most private parts. Spreading her legs and touching her toes; she did that twice facing different directions, so everyone in the crowd got a view of her total nudity, front and back.
At last the routine was complete, and she was able to hop down from the apparatus, out of the view of all but the front rows. She was blushing and breathing hard, but she would not feel the full humiliation until she returned to the school and replayed the entire shameful episode in her mind.
"Good-bye, Jenny. Enjoy teasing the geeks this afternoon." Anthony waved to her as he called out this parting shot, and the two youngsters ran over to the car, which was now hooked up to the purchased trailer, and jumped in. Jenny was left standing alone, naked, crying gently, dreading the humiliation she knew would be her entire afternoon.
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Re: CA/Catherine The Great (by dah) (Ch 12 04/10/25)
Catherine the Great, Chapter 13 - Anthony's Game
As the story wound down, the five people had finished the soup and sandwiches, and were starting to eat the fresh fruit that Mrs. O'Brien had selected at the grocery store that morning. Catherine now understood what Suzy had meant by saying "You should have been there" and "It's just as well you weren't there" in the same breath. She would have loved to have seen her enemy being humiliated, but, even if seeing Catherine naked didn't reduce Jenny's humiliation, it would have cheered her to see someone else being more nude than she was, at least at the start of the morning. She also enjoyed the picture of Jenny sitting right now in the cafeteria, dreading the torture of the coming afternoon's dancing.
She might have been a little less happy and a little more puzzled if she had known that Jackie had just phoned a former Cronenberg student, one she knew as a close friend of her mother, to obtain certain information about the history of Cronenberg School. She had been smiling when she replaced the receiver and stared at the list of references she had made. She would be spending Sunday morning in the library; today was too filled with fittings. But she did have time for one more call. This one was to a professional publicist Jackie had worked for during the past summer, trying to get all the experience of the theater that she could. Jackie's question was one that would have puzzled Catherine, but that she would have dismissed as not involving her in any way. "You remember last year you were telling me about your techniques with critics. What I need to know today, is does old Blowhard read press releases, and how does he react to them." As her friend replied to her question, Jackie's face positively glowed, as a wide smile made itself known. Her last comment was as cryptic as her previous one. "Well, I'd rather not say now, as I won't be sure until tomorrow afternoon. But if it works out I call you back, and let you know."
But as Catherine didn't know about Jackie's plans, she bit into the ripe juicy peach, and dreamed about poor Jenny dancing naked with the four nerdiest guys in Anthony's school. She wasn't listening to the teasing conversation going on between brother and sister, but did see Suzy fling a biscuit, no, here it was a cookie, at her brother when her parents weren't looking. A minute later Anthony shied it back at her, just as she was taking a bite of hr peach. She jumped and the peach fell against her blouse before she could catch it. She grabbed it before it fell any farther, then stuck her tongue out at her brother.
"Suzy, that's enough!" Her mother's voice was stern, but Catherine could catch a faint undercurrent of amusement. "Now, give me that dirty blouse, and I'll add it to the laundry hamper." Suzy unbuttoned her blouse, shrugged it off her shoulders, and handed it to her mother. "You can put a clean one on when you get up tomorrow." Suzy blanched at the statement, and Catherine couldn't understand why. Surely wearing only a bra while in the house was not a big deal, even if it was a bra that only covered three-quarters of her breasts.
"But it's Anthony's fault. He threw a cookie at me."
"He returned a thrown cookie to you. I'm not blind, Suzy." Suzy gulped. She had been positive her parents had not been looking at her when she did that. "I think you've forgotten that I used to teach, and a teacher develops excellent peripheral vision." Suzy looked a little puzzled. "Look it up while Anthony's getting ready. Peripheral. Then we'll take a look at this morning's purchases."
Suzy knew better than to argue with her mother; she didn't want to lose any more clothing and she was sure that if she argued her parents would extend the time or remove another garment, or even both. At least her punishment was just for the day. Anthony had headed off to his room, and Suzy now ran up to hers, with Catherine following her closely. As Suzy pulled out her best dictionary and looked up the word, Catherine sat on the bed and studied her friend. With her dark brown hair surrounding her face, she looked all of her sixteen years, and maybe slightly more, as she studied the dictionary, but Catherine knew that when she was happy and excited, she could look a young fourteen. Her breasts, however, were quite large, almost as large as Catherine's own, although they were still encased in a bra.
When Suzy got undressed last night, Catherine had noticed that her bra and panties were plain white cotton, very utilitarian, very simple. She wondered for a moment why the youngster had changed into a thin lacy bra that left the tops of her breasts uncovered almost down to the areolae. Then she realized that the girl was always afraid of being stripped at school, the way she had been the day they met, and was wearing underwear that would not show anything if she had to remove her blouse or skirt; but this was the weekend, Suzy was relaxing, and she had chosen a more delicate bra because she wasn't worried about being caught by teachers. Obviously, she had not counted on her mother being so strict.
A minute later, they heard Mrs. O'Brien calling them to hurry down. "Come along, girls. Let's take a look at the canoes." Catherine left the room first, so she did not notice when Suzy grabbed her purse from the dresser. Suzy and Catherine clattered downstairs, then out the kitchen door onto the driveway. Catherine shivered as she remembered the last time she had stepped out here; it had been the start of a long exposure as she was taken shopping. This time however, they looked at the canoes on the trailer, commenting appreciatively on the new acquisitions, as Anthony and his father unhooked it from the car, and walked it back into the garage. Catherine noticed that Anthony had changed out of his jeans and T-shirt and was now wearing specialized shoes, shorts and a jersey with a number on it. As soon as the trailer was properly garaged, the two men went to the car, and Mr. O'Brien started it up. As she walked to the car, Mrs. O'Brien commented on just what a lovely day it was.
"Do I have to go to the match today, Mom? I don't really want to go without a shirt," Suzy asked with a shiver.
"This is Anthony's last regular soccer game of the season. You know that the team will be in the playoffs if they win. You are definitely going to that game without a shirt. The only question that remains is: without what else!"
Suzy immediately stopped complaining and started to pull Catherine to the car. "Come along, we have to get going. Anthony's game starts soon and he must be there. We mustn't let the team forfeit." Catherine gulped but started toward the car, then stopped in shock. The roof of the car was rising. She had been too upset to check the car carefully last night, and had never noticed that it was a convertible. She shivered. Slowly she walked to the car, knowing that under the school regulations she had to accompany the adults, and also knowing that she would be exposed to all passing eyes, pedestrian and rider, without even the minimal protection of a car roof.
Catherine found herself climbing into the back seat on the passenger side, with Anthony beside her and Suzy on the far side. The adults were, of course, in the front seat. Once again the feel of Anthony's clothing against her bare skin, and more particularly the feeling of his bare arm and leg against her skin reminded her constantly of just how naked she felt. The car swept down the driveway and turned onto the residential street, as Catherine shivered in the back seat. Shortly it arrived at the main street that Catherine remembered so vividly from that morning, but Mr. O'Brien turned away from the mini-mall. For the next half hour, Catherine was so busy looking around to find out just who could see her bare breasts above the rear door, that she paid no attention to the actual route they were taking, and was quite surprised when Mr. O'Brien suddenly pulled into a gravel parking lot, and stopped the car.
As soon as he got out of the car, Anthony ran over to the field to join the rest of his team, while the other four walked over to the wooden bleachers by the side of the playing area. The two girls discussed in whispers whether to sit on the first tier or the last. If they sat at the back, people would only be able to see them by turning around to look, but if they did they would see Catherine's full frontal nudity and Suzy's partially clad breasts. On the other hand, sitting on the first bench, the two girls would be in full sight of all the spectators, but only their backs would be visible. Nobody would be able to see their fronts except, of course, the players. The parents had taken seats about five rows up while the girls were deciding, and the two suddenly realized that they were still fully exposed to all the spectators. They quickly took their seats, just as the game began. Catherine felt the rough edges of the three two by fours that made up the simple bench bite into her bare flesh.
"God, I wish I'd been more careful," came a nervous whisper from the bra-clad Suzy. "I would get punished when I'm wearing a fancy bra. I feel so exposed, so embarrassed."
"You feel exposed!" Catherine's whispered reply exploded from her lips. "You feel exposed. You've still got your breasts acceptably covered, and you're fully clothed below the waist. You feel exposed. I'm bloody naked; how do you think I feel!" Actually she knew exactly how she felt, but could not admit it; she felt turned on. She was listening to the whispers behind her, catching words like "shameless", "shameful" and "hussy" from the parents and others on the bleachers behind her, and while she blushed at the implications, her nipples had hardened as they drove over, and were still rock hard. She noticed the players glancing at her naked body whenever they could, and this made her feel even hotter; she could feel the moisture rising in her vagina. For the next three-quarters of an hour, Catherine sat on the bench, watching the action, getting caught up in the fever of the game. She had never been a big fan of soccer back home, as in her home town soccer had become almost synonymous with hooliganism, so she was not as knowledgeable about the sport as she felt she should be.
During the break at half time, Anthony brought over the other ten players on his team, and introduced them to the two girls. Catherine blushed as the eleven pairs of eyes scanned her naked body; although she noticed that Suzy was also receiving her share of lustful stares. The sudden attention made Catherine blush, and also aroused her even more. She felt drops of fluid running down under her buns, dampening the wooden bench under her, particularly as she noticed that Anthony appeared to be the youngest member of the team; the others were more her own age. The fifteen minutes seemed to be up in no time. Catherine could still not believe that she was enjoying the shame so much.
Anthony's team was down by two points as they prepared for the second half, and fortunately for her peace of mind Catherine did not hear Anthony's pep talk with his team. "Guys, my dad has promised me a victory celebration; he'll take us all out to the pizza place if we win." Several of the team looked mildly interested. "Of course the girls will be coming along."
"The girls will be... like that?" The surprise was genuine in the boys' voices, and when Anthony nodded yes, a look of determination came over the rest of the team; they were going to win.
Meeting the team had increased the girls' interest in the game, and they started to cheer loudly for their team, jumping to their feet whenever the team came close to the opponents' goal, oblivious to the show they were giving the rest of the spectators. The team's new spirit showed, and inside of ten minutes the teams were tied. The next half hour was a hard fought battle, with Anthony's team on the offensive, determined to win, both for the glory of the playoffs and for the fun of the promised party; the opposing team equally determined to become the champions. Finally just three minutes before the end of the period, Anthony himself scored a goal putting his team ahead for the first time that day. Both girls jumped to their feet and bounced up and down chanting Anthony's name; Suzy's skirt flying up showing her lace-trimmed, semi-see-through panties; and Catherine's naked buns on full display to all the spectators. Of course the team was treated to the sight of Suzy's large pale breasts bouncing in the somewhat inadequate covering of the bra, while Catherine's bouncing breasts and heart-trimmed pussy gave the team their own special reward.
When the game ended a couple of minutes later, the O'Brien parents rushed out on the field to congratulate their son, with Suzy and Catherine trailing behind. Anthony submitted to a hug from each adult, and then received a huge squeeze from his sister, as she burbled how proud she was of him. Catherine watched this routine then gave a small shrug and hugged the game's hero to her own naked body with words of congratulation. Anthony returned the hug with fervor; he was young, yes, but not so young that he did not appreciate the feel of a gorgeous woman wriggling in his arms, particularly when it was a gorgeous nude woman.
Suzy was hugging every member of the team in her enthusiasm at her brother's win. She was absolutely ecstatic and for these few minutes had totally forgotten that she was wearing nothing above the waist but a thin bra. Catherine, on the other hand, was totally aware of her nudity, but decided that each team member deserved a hug for his part in the hard-fought battle. She shivered with anticipation as she felt Suzy's brother's arms squeezing her bare skin; then broke the hug and moved on to his teammates. She plastered her naked body against each of their sweaty ones in turn, feeling the hefty squeeze of powerful arms on her naked skin, and in several cases a hard lump pressing against her lower body, keeping the moisture flowing down there.
The other team congratulated the winners and then left, and Catherine suddenly heard Mr. O'Brien's voice boom out: "OK, everyone. The Pizza Palace for a victory celebration. You're all invited." She shivered as she stood in the middle of the field, naked, surrounded by a group of sweaty teenaged boys, knowing at once that she would have to go to that party and would be spending the next couple of hours in the company of all this testosterone, still totally naked.
As the story wound down, the five people had finished the soup and sandwiches, and were starting to eat the fresh fruit that Mrs. O'Brien had selected at the grocery store that morning. Catherine now understood what Suzy had meant by saying "You should have been there" and "It's just as well you weren't there" in the same breath. She would have loved to have seen her enemy being humiliated, but, even if seeing Catherine naked didn't reduce Jenny's humiliation, it would have cheered her to see someone else being more nude than she was, at least at the start of the morning. She also enjoyed the picture of Jenny sitting right now in the cafeteria, dreading the torture of the coming afternoon's dancing.
She might have been a little less happy and a little more puzzled if she had known that Jackie had just phoned a former Cronenberg student, one she knew as a close friend of her mother, to obtain certain information about the history of Cronenberg School. She had been smiling when she replaced the receiver and stared at the list of references she had made. She would be spending Sunday morning in the library; today was too filled with fittings. But she did have time for one more call. This one was to a professional publicist Jackie had worked for during the past summer, trying to get all the experience of the theater that she could. Jackie's question was one that would have puzzled Catherine, but that she would have dismissed as not involving her in any way. "You remember last year you were telling me about your techniques with critics. What I need to know today, is does old Blowhard read press releases, and how does he react to them." As her friend replied to her question, Jackie's face positively glowed, as a wide smile made itself known. Her last comment was as cryptic as her previous one. "Well, I'd rather not say now, as I won't be sure until tomorrow afternoon. But if it works out I call you back, and let you know."
But as Catherine didn't know about Jackie's plans, she bit into the ripe juicy peach, and dreamed about poor Jenny dancing naked with the four nerdiest guys in Anthony's school. She wasn't listening to the teasing conversation going on between brother and sister, but did see Suzy fling a biscuit, no, here it was a cookie, at her brother when her parents weren't looking. A minute later Anthony shied it back at her, just as she was taking a bite of hr peach. She jumped and the peach fell against her blouse before she could catch it. She grabbed it before it fell any farther, then stuck her tongue out at her brother.
"Suzy, that's enough!" Her mother's voice was stern, but Catherine could catch a faint undercurrent of amusement. "Now, give me that dirty blouse, and I'll add it to the laundry hamper." Suzy unbuttoned her blouse, shrugged it off her shoulders, and handed it to her mother. "You can put a clean one on when you get up tomorrow." Suzy blanched at the statement, and Catherine couldn't understand why. Surely wearing only a bra while in the house was not a big deal, even if it was a bra that only covered three-quarters of her breasts.
"But it's Anthony's fault. He threw a cookie at me."
"He returned a thrown cookie to you. I'm not blind, Suzy." Suzy gulped. She had been positive her parents had not been looking at her when she did that. "I think you've forgotten that I used to teach, and a teacher develops excellent peripheral vision." Suzy looked a little puzzled. "Look it up while Anthony's getting ready. Peripheral. Then we'll take a look at this morning's purchases."
Suzy knew better than to argue with her mother; she didn't want to lose any more clothing and she was sure that if she argued her parents would extend the time or remove another garment, or even both. At least her punishment was just for the day. Anthony had headed off to his room, and Suzy now ran up to hers, with Catherine following her closely. As Suzy pulled out her best dictionary and looked up the word, Catherine sat on the bed and studied her friend. With her dark brown hair surrounding her face, she looked all of her sixteen years, and maybe slightly more, as she studied the dictionary, but Catherine knew that when she was happy and excited, she could look a young fourteen. Her breasts, however, were quite large, almost as large as Catherine's own, although they were still encased in a bra.
When Suzy got undressed last night, Catherine had noticed that her bra and panties were plain white cotton, very utilitarian, very simple. She wondered for a moment why the youngster had changed into a thin lacy bra that left the tops of her breasts uncovered almost down to the areolae. Then she realized that the girl was always afraid of being stripped at school, the way she had been the day they met, and was wearing underwear that would not show anything if she had to remove her blouse or skirt; but this was the weekend, Suzy was relaxing, and she had chosen a more delicate bra because she wasn't worried about being caught by teachers. Obviously, she had not counted on her mother being so strict.
A minute later, they heard Mrs. O'Brien calling them to hurry down. "Come along, girls. Let's take a look at the canoes." Catherine left the room first, so she did not notice when Suzy grabbed her purse from the dresser. Suzy and Catherine clattered downstairs, then out the kitchen door onto the driveway. Catherine shivered as she remembered the last time she had stepped out here; it had been the start of a long exposure as she was taken shopping. This time however, they looked at the canoes on the trailer, commenting appreciatively on the new acquisitions, as Anthony and his father unhooked it from the car, and walked it back into the garage. Catherine noticed that Anthony had changed out of his jeans and T-shirt and was now wearing specialized shoes, shorts and a jersey with a number on it. As soon as the trailer was properly garaged, the two men went to the car, and Mr. O'Brien started it up. As she walked to the car, Mrs. O'Brien commented on just what a lovely day it was.
"Do I have to go to the match today, Mom? I don't really want to go without a shirt," Suzy asked with a shiver.
"This is Anthony's last regular soccer game of the season. You know that the team will be in the playoffs if they win. You are definitely going to that game without a shirt. The only question that remains is: without what else!"
Suzy immediately stopped complaining and started to pull Catherine to the car. "Come along, we have to get going. Anthony's game starts soon and he must be there. We mustn't let the team forfeit." Catherine gulped but started toward the car, then stopped in shock. The roof of the car was rising. She had been too upset to check the car carefully last night, and had never noticed that it was a convertible. She shivered. Slowly she walked to the car, knowing that under the school regulations she had to accompany the adults, and also knowing that she would be exposed to all passing eyes, pedestrian and rider, without even the minimal protection of a car roof.
Catherine found herself climbing into the back seat on the passenger side, with Anthony beside her and Suzy on the far side. The adults were, of course, in the front seat. Once again the feel of Anthony's clothing against her bare skin, and more particularly the feeling of his bare arm and leg against her skin reminded her constantly of just how naked she felt. The car swept down the driveway and turned onto the residential street, as Catherine shivered in the back seat. Shortly it arrived at the main street that Catherine remembered so vividly from that morning, but Mr. O'Brien turned away from the mini-mall. For the next half hour, Catherine was so busy looking around to find out just who could see her bare breasts above the rear door, that she paid no attention to the actual route they were taking, and was quite surprised when Mr. O'Brien suddenly pulled into a gravel parking lot, and stopped the car.
As soon as he got out of the car, Anthony ran over to the field to join the rest of his team, while the other four walked over to the wooden bleachers by the side of the playing area. The two girls discussed in whispers whether to sit on the first tier or the last. If they sat at the back, people would only be able to see them by turning around to look, but if they did they would see Catherine's full frontal nudity and Suzy's partially clad breasts. On the other hand, sitting on the first bench, the two girls would be in full sight of all the spectators, but only their backs would be visible. Nobody would be able to see their fronts except, of course, the players. The parents had taken seats about five rows up while the girls were deciding, and the two suddenly realized that they were still fully exposed to all the spectators. They quickly took their seats, just as the game began. Catherine felt the rough edges of the three two by fours that made up the simple bench bite into her bare flesh.
"God, I wish I'd been more careful," came a nervous whisper from the bra-clad Suzy. "I would get punished when I'm wearing a fancy bra. I feel so exposed, so embarrassed."
"You feel exposed!" Catherine's whispered reply exploded from her lips. "You feel exposed. You've still got your breasts acceptably covered, and you're fully clothed below the waist. You feel exposed. I'm bloody naked; how do you think I feel!" Actually she knew exactly how she felt, but could not admit it; she felt turned on. She was listening to the whispers behind her, catching words like "shameless", "shameful" and "hussy" from the parents and others on the bleachers behind her, and while she blushed at the implications, her nipples had hardened as they drove over, and were still rock hard. She noticed the players glancing at her naked body whenever they could, and this made her feel even hotter; she could feel the moisture rising in her vagina. For the next three-quarters of an hour, Catherine sat on the bench, watching the action, getting caught up in the fever of the game. She had never been a big fan of soccer back home, as in her home town soccer had become almost synonymous with hooliganism, so she was not as knowledgeable about the sport as she felt she should be.
During the break at half time, Anthony brought over the other ten players on his team, and introduced them to the two girls. Catherine blushed as the eleven pairs of eyes scanned her naked body; although she noticed that Suzy was also receiving her share of lustful stares. The sudden attention made Catherine blush, and also aroused her even more. She felt drops of fluid running down under her buns, dampening the wooden bench under her, particularly as she noticed that Anthony appeared to be the youngest member of the team; the others were more her own age. The fifteen minutes seemed to be up in no time. Catherine could still not believe that she was enjoying the shame so much.
Anthony's team was down by two points as they prepared for the second half, and fortunately for her peace of mind Catherine did not hear Anthony's pep talk with his team. "Guys, my dad has promised me a victory celebration; he'll take us all out to the pizza place if we win." Several of the team looked mildly interested. "Of course the girls will be coming along."
"The girls will be... like that?" The surprise was genuine in the boys' voices, and when Anthony nodded yes, a look of determination came over the rest of the team; they were going to win.
Meeting the team had increased the girls' interest in the game, and they started to cheer loudly for their team, jumping to their feet whenever the team came close to the opponents' goal, oblivious to the show they were giving the rest of the spectators. The team's new spirit showed, and inside of ten minutes the teams were tied. The next half hour was a hard fought battle, with Anthony's team on the offensive, determined to win, both for the glory of the playoffs and for the fun of the promised party; the opposing team equally determined to become the champions. Finally just three minutes before the end of the period, Anthony himself scored a goal putting his team ahead for the first time that day. Both girls jumped to their feet and bounced up and down chanting Anthony's name; Suzy's skirt flying up showing her lace-trimmed, semi-see-through panties; and Catherine's naked buns on full display to all the spectators. Of course the team was treated to the sight of Suzy's large pale breasts bouncing in the somewhat inadequate covering of the bra, while Catherine's bouncing breasts and heart-trimmed pussy gave the team their own special reward.
When the game ended a couple of minutes later, the O'Brien parents rushed out on the field to congratulate their son, with Suzy and Catherine trailing behind. Anthony submitted to a hug from each adult, and then received a huge squeeze from his sister, as she burbled how proud she was of him. Catherine watched this routine then gave a small shrug and hugged the game's hero to her own naked body with words of congratulation. Anthony returned the hug with fervor; he was young, yes, but not so young that he did not appreciate the feel of a gorgeous woman wriggling in his arms, particularly when it was a gorgeous nude woman.
Suzy was hugging every member of the team in her enthusiasm at her brother's win. She was absolutely ecstatic and for these few minutes had totally forgotten that she was wearing nothing above the waist but a thin bra. Catherine, on the other hand, was totally aware of her nudity, but decided that each team member deserved a hug for his part in the hard-fought battle. She shivered with anticipation as she felt Suzy's brother's arms squeezing her bare skin; then broke the hug and moved on to his teammates. She plastered her naked body against each of their sweaty ones in turn, feeling the hefty squeeze of powerful arms on her naked skin, and in several cases a hard lump pressing against her lower body, keeping the moisture flowing down there.
The other team congratulated the winners and then left, and Catherine suddenly heard Mr. O'Brien's voice boom out: "OK, everyone. The Pizza Palace for a victory celebration. You're all invited." She shivered as she stood in the middle of the field, naked, surrounded by a group of sweaty teenaged boys, knowing at once that she would have to go to that party and would be spending the next couple of hours in the company of all this testosterone, still totally naked.
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Re: CA/Catherine The Great (by dah) (Ch 13 04/11/25)
Catherine the Great, Chapter 14 - Pizza Plus
As soon as the invitation was extended, it was received with enthusiasm by all the boys, and a number of the parents. Many of the adults had to head home, but they were quite happy to let their sons stay for the celebration and make their own way home later. All of the players removed their shin guards and changed out of the soccer shoes into common running shoes, throwing the equipment into the various cars, and then it was off to the restaurant.
The Pizza Palace was only five blocks away, so the group decided to walk. For the second time that day, Catherine found herself walking along the sidewalk naked but for shoes and socks. She felt both less and more exposed this time than last. She was not walking beside Mrs. O'Brien, but beside Suzy in the middle of a group of eleven excited teenage boys, with the various parents in another group just ahead of them. This hid her nakedness from the passing motorists, but of course her nude body was under continuous scrutiny from the team that surrounded them. She wondered if any of the boys were observant enough, or experienced enough, to notice the damp proof of her most shameful arousal. She prayed that she would not be questioned about that little secret.
It wasn't long before the group made it to the strip mall that housed the little restaurant. Two groups, adults and teens, trooped in. While the eleven boys spread themselves around two large tables they pushed together, the adults took two smaller ones at the opposite end of the room. Mr. O'Brien guided the two girls over to the counter and after giving the man behind the counter, who was the only person working there, an order for four pizzas with various toppings to start, and coffee for the adults, arranged with him that since this was meant to be a victory celebration, the girls would act as waitresses for the players. The cook would have to carry the pizzas to the tables, as they were too hot for the girls to handle safely, but the girls would take care of all the drinks, and any orders for more pizza.
As Mr. O'Brien headed back to join the rest of the adults, the two girls looked at each other, each taking comfort in the embarrassment of her friend, smiled, gulped and walked over to the boys. As she took the order for drinks, Catherine could feel the guys' eyes on her naked body, and blushed again as she realized that her trimmed pussy was right at eye level for the team. She knew she couldn't hide anything and that the little heart of hair and her moist, and getting moister, lips were on total display to the teenage boys. Catherine found that walking back to the counter and standing there was a relief; after all only her buns were on display to that mass of testosterone, and her pussy was hidden from the cook by the counter, all he could she was her tits. Suzy, on the other hand found standing there as bad as serving the boys. Her breasts were being thrust out towards this man by her bra, and he was definitely enjoying the presentation; whereas her breasts were above eye level for the boys, and the bra, although slightly see-through, covered the bottoms of her breasts better than the tops.
The cook placed the desired soft drink tins on the counter, but he did not provide a tray for the girls. Since she didn't want to make more than one trip, Catherine held three cans against her naked body with one arm, put two more into that hand, and took two in the other. She shivered from the cold against her body, imparting a delightful motion to her unsupported breasts. Walking back to the tables, she blushed again as she saw all the boys' eyes locked on her; she was able to watch them carefully as not a single one was looking at her face. She quickly placed the tins in front of the boys, still blushing, then sat at table herself. By this point Suzy had carried her six tins over to the other table, using the same technique. She was so glad she wasn't exposed; then she started to put the tins in front of the boys. She had to lean forward to place the tins in front of the two boys at the far side of the table, and realized that this caused her breasts to drop forward, almost falling out of the skimpy bra. Suzy blushed as she saw the boys' eyes widen at the sight; and as soon as she could, she sat down at the table beside Catherine.
The boys spent the time replaying the game until the pizzas were brought to the table by the cook. Then of course the girls were sent back to the counter to get more drinks for some of the boys. This would happen numerous times while the pizzas were being consumed, and Catherine noticed a pattern in the requests; the boys sitting at the back of the table, where the "waitress" would have to lean over the table to put the drinks in place always gave their order to Suzy, while those at the near side of the table, whom the "waitress" would have to stand beside, invariably chose her. She flushed as she thought how they were choosing each girl for maximum exposure.
Once the pizza had arrived, the talk turned to more general topics, including school, which led naturally to the story of Catherine's punishment. Between them, Suzy and Anthony, with occasional corrections from Catherine herself, retold the story of Catherine's adventures to date, although Catherine did not mention the morning's shopping trip. The poor subject of the story was blushing with embarrassment as the tale of her blatant exposure, first on stage, then during charades was relived; particularly as she could feel the fluids flowing onto her thighs.
She was relieved when Suzy retold the tale of Jenny's strip at Sport-a-Rama. Some of the guys were disbelieving at first, but one of the players had seen Jenny's first performance while attending the sale, and a second one had seen her final, nude one. After Anthony mentioned that poor Jenny was going to be teaching dancing naked this afternoon, had actually probably finished by now, one of the other players got up, started some music on the small juke-box in the corner, and asked Catherine to dance. She blushed at the thought of bouncing around in front of all the guys, but the idea also turned her on tremendously; so she agreed to "just one dance". There was no dance floor, the juke box was there only to provide background music, but since theirs was the only party in the place, the cook did not stop them from dancing in the open space in front of the counter. He rather enjoyed the sight of the naked girl's breasts and buttocks bouncing around in such a lascivious manner.
Suzy was finally persuaded by one of the other boys to join in the dancing; it took the "surely you don't want your friend out be out there all alone" line to get her to accept. Just as she and her partner took the floor, the first song ended and a slow waltz began. Catherine allowed herself to be persuaded to have one more dance with the boy, who she thought was quite cute and a good dancer; so she found herself enveloped in his arms, naked body pressed against cotton jersey, nipples, erect and made even harder by the friction of the cloth, bare arms and hands clasping her body, hot against her skin; the close contact was such a turn-on.
Suzy was less happy. Her player had to be reasonably gentlemanly; after all their parents were sitting across the room. However, his arm around her body, skin on skin embarrassed her; his hand was just below the brassiere his fingers tracing the lower edge of that personal article of clothing. She knew he was looking down between them at her well-displayed white globes, and turned red at the thought of her exposure, and of his knowledge, visual and tactile, of her most intimate apparel.
A long time later, after both girls had danced with almost all the team, the two headed back to the washroom. The room was simply furnished -- just a single toilet and a sink with a well-lit mirror -- but the two girls slipped in together, and they chatted as each one had a pee and then adjusted their makeup and combed their hair. They discussed the boys of course, what else! Catherine thought they were all cute, and a couple might be worth getting to know better. Suzy agreed they were OK, but she was still interested in Doug from last night and didn't feel any of this group could measure up to him.
"I wonder if Jenny had as much fun dancing with her guys this afternoon as I'm having tonight?" Catherine suddenly asked. "Somehow I doubt it."
"Me too, though I wish I wasn't so exposed."
"You exposed! What about me? You're basically fully clothed."
"I know, I don't know how you can stand it. I was so upset at the Museum, and there it was just the girls and strangers, I didn't have to deal with being seen by boys, particularly boys who would see me again. How do you stand it?"
Catherine didn't want to blurt out just how much she enjoyed being exposed and humiliated, not without careful preparation, so she just smiled back at her friend, as the two headed back out to more embarrassment.
Dinner time was long over by the time the group left the pizza parlor. The dancing had continued, as every boy wanted the excuse to hold a naked girl in his arms, and to hold a clothed, pretty one if a naked one was not available. The group had eaten all the pizza they could hold, and Catherine felt quite content walking nude along the sidewalk under the streetlights. She was still aroused by her lack of clothing, but this had settled down to a continuous simmer, as she glimpsed the players still checking out her naked body as they walked along.
Soon they were back at the parking lot; they all said goodbye, with plenty of farewell hugs, and then the family and their guest got back into the convertible, and headed for home. Catherine simply sat back, closed her eyes and relaxed; this way she would not know how many cars or pedestrians they were passing, and would not be worried about being exposed to all those eyes. She passed the time reviewing her punishment time: Miss Carpenter's class -- make that Ms. Carpenter's class -- the rehearsal, dinner and charades, shopping for groceries, the game, dancing with the boys; it had been a long eventful time, now there was just Sunday to go, a simple day of rest at home, then one day of classes; she could handle that.
She was aroused from her review when the car turned off the road and stopped. She was shocked to find that they were not at the O'Brien house; they were parked in front of the local dairy.
"I was thinking that we haven't had any dessert," said Mrs. O'Brien, "so we decided to get some ice cream. Catherine, would you prefer to stop here and have a sundae, or should we just pick some up to take home?"
Catherine was totally surprised. She had been so sure that her exposure was over for the day. "T- take home, please." At least she was being given a choice this time.
"Probably the best. Suzy, here's some money, now you and Catherine go in and buy two quarts of whatever flavor Catherine wants. She's our guest and it must be her choice. Hurry up now."
Catherine and Suzy both knew better than to protest, so they jumped out of the car and hurried into the building. Catherine saw that there were still about a dozen people eating in the dining room that had been built onto the dairy proper, and realized that once again her naked charms were on display for strangers. She blushed again as the two turned away from the restaurant and walked down beside the counter holding all the ice cream. Suzy explained that the dairy made their own ice cream, and that it was richer than the normal branded stuff. After a brief discussion, they ordered mint chocolate chip from the young man behind the counter. Catherine was blushing the whole time, and Suzy was finding the open looks at her own exposure quite discomfiting.
They returned to the car quickly, and the rest of the trip home was uneventful. Once there, the family all sat down to watch a video, and eat the dessert they had just purchased. Catherine found it was quite restful to be curled up in a large armchair with only the family to see her.
After the video was over, the two girls brushed their teeth, and headed straight to bed, Suzy wearing the same heart-bedecked nightgown as the previous night. And just like before, they snuggled together under the covers, whispering to each other for a long while, sharing more of their deepest darkest secrets, until at last they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.
As soon as the invitation was extended, it was received with enthusiasm by all the boys, and a number of the parents. Many of the adults had to head home, but they were quite happy to let their sons stay for the celebration and make their own way home later. All of the players removed their shin guards and changed out of the soccer shoes into common running shoes, throwing the equipment into the various cars, and then it was off to the restaurant.
The Pizza Palace was only five blocks away, so the group decided to walk. For the second time that day, Catherine found herself walking along the sidewalk naked but for shoes and socks. She felt both less and more exposed this time than last. She was not walking beside Mrs. O'Brien, but beside Suzy in the middle of a group of eleven excited teenage boys, with the various parents in another group just ahead of them. This hid her nakedness from the passing motorists, but of course her nude body was under continuous scrutiny from the team that surrounded them. She wondered if any of the boys were observant enough, or experienced enough, to notice the damp proof of her most shameful arousal. She prayed that she would not be questioned about that little secret.
It wasn't long before the group made it to the strip mall that housed the little restaurant. Two groups, adults and teens, trooped in. While the eleven boys spread themselves around two large tables they pushed together, the adults took two smaller ones at the opposite end of the room. Mr. O'Brien guided the two girls over to the counter and after giving the man behind the counter, who was the only person working there, an order for four pizzas with various toppings to start, and coffee for the adults, arranged with him that since this was meant to be a victory celebration, the girls would act as waitresses for the players. The cook would have to carry the pizzas to the tables, as they were too hot for the girls to handle safely, but the girls would take care of all the drinks, and any orders for more pizza.
As Mr. O'Brien headed back to join the rest of the adults, the two girls looked at each other, each taking comfort in the embarrassment of her friend, smiled, gulped and walked over to the boys. As she took the order for drinks, Catherine could feel the guys' eyes on her naked body, and blushed again as she realized that her trimmed pussy was right at eye level for the team. She knew she couldn't hide anything and that the little heart of hair and her moist, and getting moister, lips were on total display to the teenage boys. Catherine found that walking back to the counter and standing there was a relief; after all only her buns were on display to that mass of testosterone, and her pussy was hidden from the cook by the counter, all he could she was her tits. Suzy, on the other hand found standing there as bad as serving the boys. Her breasts were being thrust out towards this man by her bra, and he was definitely enjoying the presentation; whereas her breasts were above eye level for the boys, and the bra, although slightly see-through, covered the bottoms of her breasts better than the tops.
The cook placed the desired soft drink tins on the counter, but he did not provide a tray for the girls. Since she didn't want to make more than one trip, Catherine held three cans against her naked body with one arm, put two more into that hand, and took two in the other. She shivered from the cold against her body, imparting a delightful motion to her unsupported breasts. Walking back to the tables, she blushed again as she saw all the boys' eyes locked on her; she was able to watch them carefully as not a single one was looking at her face. She quickly placed the tins in front of the boys, still blushing, then sat at table herself. By this point Suzy had carried her six tins over to the other table, using the same technique. She was so glad she wasn't exposed; then she started to put the tins in front of the boys. She had to lean forward to place the tins in front of the two boys at the far side of the table, and realized that this caused her breasts to drop forward, almost falling out of the skimpy bra. Suzy blushed as she saw the boys' eyes widen at the sight; and as soon as she could, she sat down at the table beside Catherine.
The boys spent the time replaying the game until the pizzas were brought to the table by the cook. Then of course the girls were sent back to the counter to get more drinks for some of the boys. This would happen numerous times while the pizzas were being consumed, and Catherine noticed a pattern in the requests; the boys sitting at the back of the table, where the "waitress" would have to lean over the table to put the drinks in place always gave their order to Suzy, while those at the near side of the table, whom the "waitress" would have to stand beside, invariably chose her. She flushed as she thought how they were choosing each girl for maximum exposure.
Once the pizza had arrived, the talk turned to more general topics, including school, which led naturally to the story of Catherine's punishment. Between them, Suzy and Anthony, with occasional corrections from Catherine herself, retold the story of Catherine's adventures to date, although Catherine did not mention the morning's shopping trip. The poor subject of the story was blushing with embarrassment as the tale of her blatant exposure, first on stage, then during charades was relived; particularly as she could feel the fluids flowing onto her thighs.
She was relieved when Suzy retold the tale of Jenny's strip at Sport-a-Rama. Some of the guys were disbelieving at first, but one of the players had seen Jenny's first performance while attending the sale, and a second one had seen her final, nude one. After Anthony mentioned that poor Jenny was going to be teaching dancing naked this afternoon, had actually probably finished by now, one of the other players got up, started some music on the small juke-box in the corner, and asked Catherine to dance. She blushed at the thought of bouncing around in front of all the guys, but the idea also turned her on tremendously; so she agreed to "just one dance". There was no dance floor, the juke box was there only to provide background music, but since theirs was the only party in the place, the cook did not stop them from dancing in the open space in front of the counter. He rather enjoyed the sight of the naked girl's breasts and buttocks bouncing around in such a lascivious manner.
Suzy was finally persuaded by one of the other boys to join in the dancing; it took the "surely you don't want your friend out be out there all alone" line to get her to accept. Just as she and her partner took the floor, the first song ended and a slow waltz began. Catherine allowed herself to be persuaded to have one more dance with the boy, who she thought was quite cute and a good dancer; so she found herself enveloped in his arms, naked body pressed against cotton jersey, nipples, erect and made even harder by the friction of the cloth, bare arms and hands clasping her body, hot against her skin; the close contact was such a turn-on.
Suzy was less happy. Her player had to be reasonably gentlemanly; after all their parents were sitting across the room. However, his arm around her body, skin on skin embarrassed her; his hand was just below the brassiere his fingers tracing the lower edge of that personal article of clothing. She knew he was looking down between them at her well-displayed white globes, and turned red at the thought of her exposure, and of his knowledge, visual and tactile, of her most intimate apparel.
A long time later, after both girls had danced with almost all the team, the two headed back to the washroom. The room was simply furnished -- just a single toilet and a sink with a well-lit mirror -- but the two girls slipped in together, and they chatted as each one had a pee and then adjusted their makeup and combed their hair. They discussed the boys of course, what else! Catherine thought they were all cute, and a couple might be worth getting to know better. Suzy agreed they were OK, but she was still interested in Doug from last night and didn't feel any of this group could measure up to him.
"I wonder if Jenny had as much fun dancing with her guys this afternoon as I'm having tonight?" Catherine suddenly asked. "Somehow I doubt it."
"Me too, though I wish I wasn't so exposed."
"You exposed! What about me? You're basically fully clothed."
"I know, I don't know how you can stand it. I was so upset at the Museum, and there it was just the girls and strangers, I didn't have to deal with being seen by boys, particularly boys who would see me again. How do you stand it?"
Catherine didn't want to blurt out just how much she enjoyed being exposed and humiliated, not without careful preparation, so she just smiled back at her friend, as the two headed back out to more embarrassment.
Dinner time was long over by the time the group left the pizza parlor. The dancing had continued, as every boy wanted the excuse to hold a naked girl in his arms, and to hold a clothed, pretty one if a naked one was not available. The group had eaten all the pizza they could hold, and Catherine felt quite content walking nude along the sidewalk under the streetlights. She was still aroused by her lack of clothing, but this had settled down to a continuous simmer, as she glimpsed the players still checking out her naked body as they walked along.
Soon they were back at the parking lot; they all said goodbye, with plenty of farewell hugs, and then the family and their guest got back into the convertible, and headed for home. Catherine simply sat back, closed her eyes and relaxed; this way she would not know how many cars or pedestrians they were passing, and would not be worried about being exposed to all those eyes. She passed the time reviewing her punishment time: Miss Carpenter's class -- make that Ms. Carpenter's class -- the rehearsal, dinner and charades, shopping for groceries, the game, dancing with the boys; it had been a long eventful time, now there was just Sunday to go, a simple day of rest at home, then one day of classes; she could handle that.
She was aroused from her review when the car turned off the road and stopped. She was shocked to find that they were not at the O'Brien house; they were parked in front of the local dairy.
"I was thinking that we haven't had any dessert," said Mrs. O'Brien, "so we decided to get some ice cream. Catherine, would you prefer to stop here and have a sundae, or should we just pick some up to take home?"
Catherine was totally surprised. She had been so sure that her exposure was over for the day. "T- take home, please." At least she was being given a choice this time.
"Probably the best. Suzy, here's some money, now you and Catherine go in and buy two quarts of whatever flavor Catherine wants. She's our guest and it must be her choice. Hurry up now."
Catherine and Suzy both knew better than to protest, so they jumped out of the car and hurried into the building. Catherine saw that there were still about a dozen people eating in the dining room that had been built onto the dairy proper, and realized that once again her naked charms were on display for strangers. She blushed again as the two turned away from the restaurant and walked down beside the counter holding all the ice cream. Suzy explained that the dairy made their own ice cream, and that it was richer than the normal branded stuff. After a brief discussion, they ordered mint chocolate chip from the young man behind the counter. Catherine was blushing the whole time, and Suzy was finding the open looks at her own exposure quite discomfiting.
They returned to the car quickly, and the rest of the trip home was uneventful. Once there, the family all sat down to watch a video, and eat the dessert they had just purchased. Catherine found it was quite restful to be curled up in a large armchair with only the family to see her.
After the video was over, the two girls brushed their teeth, and headed straight to bed, Suzy wearing the same heart-bedecked nightgown as the previous night. And just like before, they snuggled together under the covers, whispering to each other for a long while, sharing more of their deepest darkest secrets, until at last they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.
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Re: CA/Catherine The Great (by dah) (Ch 14 04/14/25)
Catherine the Great, Chapter 15 - Sunday Morning Coming Down
Sunday morning! Catherine did not have the same feeling of disorientation when she awoke today. Yesterday it had taken her a moment to realize that she really was lying naked in a large four-poster bed, and that it was her friend Suzy's bed. Today, she was immediately aware of that; and she reviewed her long naked punishment. The many humiliations she had undergone: class, play rehearsal, Friday evening at Suzy's, shopping, watching soccer, the pizza place, the dairy, even the gentle time watching a video with Suzy's family. Sunday morning! The day of rest. Nothing to do till classes tomorrow.
Smiling gently, she looked down at her naked body. She couldn't see much, as Suzy was lying face down beside her but with her head on Catherine's chest, just below her breasts. Catherine had no idea how she had ended up like that, but just reached down and moved her friend's brunette hair back so she could look at the sweet face. Still asleep, Suzy looked about thirteen, her fair skin and round face giving her an angelic appearance. This would be excellent for her part of Emily in the play, at least during the first act. That thought suddenly reminded Catherine that she had one more rehearsal before she got her clothes back, the one after school Monday.
Maybe it was the shiver Catherine gave as she thought of all she had to do naked at that rehearsal, but it was at this very moment that Suzy opened her eyes.
"Muhnen," the youngster slurred. Catherine reached down again, smoothed the hair, then ran her fingers over the others brow, cheeks and neck, as Suzy just sighed blissfully. Catherine felt the attraction to her young friend, an attraction that she hoped could blossom into something more; she discovered that she loved Suzy, a love both spiritual and carnal. But if she was not careful, she would frighten away the younger girl, lose her as a friend without gaining the physical benefits she was hoping for. Catherine continued to caress the delicate features in front of her, while the two chatted aimlessly. She managed to suggest that the two friends should have a bath this morning, as they had spent the previous afternoon on outdoor benches, and should clean themselves off. Suzy agreed, noting that they were awake early today, and had plenty of time before they had to be ready for breakfast.
Together, the girls trotted down the hallway to the bathroom, and Suzy drew a deep bath, adding bubble bath just for a lark. Catherine accepted Suzy's suggestion that as the guest, she should be first and climbed into the tub, sinking into the heaps of suds, her nudity covered for the moment. She picked up the soap and deliberately started to clean her back. Sure enough, Suzy took the bait, and Catherine quickly accepted her offer to wash her back. The younger girl drew off her nightdress, and kneeling naked on the bathroom rug, carefully scrubbed Catherine's back.
Catherine luxuriated in the feeling of being pampered, but as soon as Suzy had finished her back, she made a suggestion; since Suzy had just done her back and had sponge bathed her Friday night, she should now return the favor. She persuaded Suzy to join her in the tub, sitting between her legs with her back to her. Catherine started by washing Suzy's back, gently caressing the skin, kneading the muscles; hands sliding down the spine, right to the top of Suzy's sweet buttocks. Then Catherine gently cleaned each arm; no cloth was used, just her well lathered hands, again making sure that Suzy enjoyed the caresses. The next step required her to gently wash the younger girl's throat, then down the front of her body, heavily lathered hands finally reaching the top of her large pale breasts. As her hands traversed the mounds of firm flesh, Catherine could feel the nipples harden under her fingers. She gently tweaked the hard projections and reveled in the deep breaths she was causing in her little friend.
She knew she had to be careful not to go too far at this time, so she murmured, "Doesn't it feel good to get all fresh and clean?" Suzy's nod of agreement was accompanied by a visible relaxation as she persuaded herself that the touches were purely non-sexual in nature. Catherine's hands continued their journey over the younger girl's body, slowly rubbing her stomach, until the finger tips were running through the nest of fur just above the juncture of her legs. Suzy stood up on command, and the seated Catherine washed her legs, then her sweet pussy, her gentle fingers sending shudders through the other's body as they carefully caressed the swollen lips. Finally the roaming hands massaged Suzy's taut buns, kneading and teasing the firm flesh. Suzy was finding the attention to be arousing, something she wasn't quite prepared for, and she wasn't sure if the attentions were being deliberately sexual, or if her friend was unaware of the unfortunate emotions she was raising in this young breast. Catherine, who was definitely aware of her young friend's emotional state, stopped the caresses at this point, and had Suzy sit back down between her legs. Suzy did, and then leaned back, so that her body was pressed tightly against Catherine's. She could feel Catherine's nipples, harder than her own, pressing into her back. As she lay there, analyzing the storm of emotions that her ablutions had caused, Catherine's arms encircled her waist, comforting and protecting her, a haven against the wicked outside world. Suzy could not comprehend her own emotional state, because Catherine's protective cuddle seemed to be at one and the same time both asexual and maternal and also extremely sexual and illicit.
As they lay subdued in the water, they suddenly heard the sound of Anthony's alarm clock and they knew he would be pounding on the door in just a few minutes, so they stood up in what was left of the bubble bath, opened the drain, and rinsed themselves off with the hand shower. They dried themselves, not taking the time that drying each other would require. Suzy quickly slipped her nightgown on, and opened the door.
Anthony was standing in the doorway, arm raised to start hammering on the door. Suzy stuck her tongue out at him, and flounced past. Catherine blushed as the boy's eyes swept her naked form from head to toe and back again. She could not understand why she was not inured to his gaze; after all he was only fourteen and was Suzy's brother, not a real boy; yet somehow his frank stare was acting on her emotions, stirring the butterflies in her stomach, reminding her that she was nude, and had two more full days to go. Still blushing, still breathing deeply, she held her head high and walked past the youngster, keeping her pace a walk, fighting successfully the urge to run and hide herself. She just knew that Anthony had turned around and, rather than entering the bathroom to perform his morning ritual, was simply standing there, eyes riveted on the nude arse swaying down the corridor in his suburban house.
With a sigh of relief, Catherine slipped into Suzy's room and sat on the edge of the four-poster bed. She looked over at Suzy as the latter drew the heart-bedecked nightgown over her head. Catherine gazed at the pale pert breasts with the nipples that had hardened under her fingers just minutes ago, at the small tuft of brown hair above the soft lips that had also responded to her touches, a tuft of hair that was natural, not shaped into a heart like hers. She watched as Suzy picked a pair of white cotton panties out of her drawer, and stepped into them slipping the plain white cotton briefs up her legs and easing them over those lovely globes, till they tightly covered her private parts. Next the youngster picked up her bra. Unlike the one she had worn yesterday, this one was all cotton, no lace, and completely enclosed her breasts. Catherine realized that this was the basic standard for the Cronenberg uniform; no variations had been allowed until about one year ago, when the rules had been amended to allow the girls, except those in the lowest form, to select almost any style of bra and panty, provided they matched and were white in color. The white blouse was donned next and the school tie knotted around Suzy's slim white neck. With every item Suzy was putting on, Catherine felt more and more naked. The tartan skirt that Suzy chose was the longest one Catherine had seen her wear; she was obviously dressing very conservatively for this day at home; Catherine decided that she must be keeping her more trendy cuts for her public appearances.
Suzy brought two fresh pairs of the regulation white knee-length socks over to the bed and handed one of them to the older student, then sat down beside her and started to draw on the other pair. Catherine pulled on her pair at the same time as Suzy; the similarity of the actions merely emphasized to her the difference in their clothing, drove home yet again the shame of her nudity. The two girls pulled on and tied their black patent leather shoes, and they were now dressed for the day. However, before they headed downstairs to breakfast, Suzy slipped on the blue uniform blazer. Catherine wondered a bit at this, since the blazer was optional on informal occasions, the rules required it only for formal events, but she decided that Suzy might be feeling cold, or might be just teasing her, making her nakedness more obvious by the comparison with the more formal outfit.
Breakfast today was as good as yesterday, the main item being eggs and bacon rather than the french toast that figured so prominently in the previous meal. Catherine smiled wryly as she remembered how that dish had led to her naked adventure at the supermarket; an adventure that she had still not recounted to Suzy. She noticed that both parents were fully clothed this morning, but that Anthony had taken advantage of the less stringent dress code to come to the table in his pajamas and dressing gown. She still felt conspicuous, being the only person unclothed at the table, but the others made her feel as at ease as was possible in these peculiar circumstances by not taking any notice of her bare skin, although she thought she caught the odd glance from Anthony that suggested that his interest in women had definitely awakened.
Still the meal was enjoyable and the conversation interesting, and when it was over, she and Suzy were dismissed to the living room where they chatted for a while, each curled up at one end of the sofa, Suzy in her formal uniform, Catherine in her uniform shoes and socks. Around 9:30 Suzy said she had something to do for a couple of minutes, and dashed off up the stairs. Catherine picked up a magazine, but had only read half of the feature article when Suzy came charging back into the room.
"Come on, we've got to go now." Catherine was so surprised at the sudden burst of activity, that she just took the outstretched hand and followed the youngster. She noticed something was different about Suzy, but just what it was did not register with her, and also noted that she was carrying something in her other hand. In no time at all she was outdoors, on the driveway, climbing into the back seat of the car as Anthony, now fully dressed in a suit and tie, climbed into the other side. Catherine took her place in the middle of the back seat, thankful that at least she would be mostly shielded from passers eyes, but the feel of the other two children's clothing against her bare skin as well as the cold of the seatbelt buckle, kept her totally aware of her naked state. She was just very happy that the top of the convertible was up today, and she lay back and closed her eyes, just as she had on the way home last night, shutting out the sight of those who might see her nakedness.
"Here. You have to put this on, Catherine." Suzy was holding out a small blue hat, the same color as her blazer. Catherine suddenly recognized it as the official uniform hat. As she took it, and started to put it on she heard the text of the regulation regarding the hat ringing in her ears.
"The hat is mandatory only for the most formal occasions, and for attending those functions where a woman is required to wear headgear. On informal occasions it need not be worn. If the hat is worn, the blazer should always be worn as well. The hat should also be worn whenever it is traditional for a woman to wear headgear, such as, for example, religious ceremonies; however, in cases where the hat is not readily available, this shall not be used as an excuse to avoid such functions."
"Religious ceremonies!" The words shouted in her ears. No! They couldn't be planning to have her attend church, naked as she was. The idea was unthinkable. As she finished donning the hat, however, the car swung into a gravel lane and her worst fears were realized as she saw the sign they passed:
Gamehill Community Church
Sunday Services 10:00 AM
Numbly, she got out of the car and walked with the family along the path and up the wide stone stairs to the front door of the church.
Sunday morning! Catherine did not have the same feeling of disorientation when she awoke today. Yesterday it had taken her a moment to realize that she really was lying naked in a large four-poster bed, and that it was her friend Suzy's bed. Today, she was immediately aware of that; and she reviewed her long naked punishment. The many humiliations she had undergone: class, play rehearsal, Friday evening at Suzy's, shopping, watching soccer, the pizza place, the dairy, even the gentle time watching a video with Suzy's family. Sunday morning! The day of rest. Nothing to do till classes tomorrow.
Smiling gently, she looked down at her naked body. She couldn't see much, as Suzy was lying face down beside her but with her head on Catherine's chest, just below her breasts. Catherine had no idea how she had ended up like that, but just reached down and moved her friend's brunette hair back so she could look at the sweet face. Still asleep, Suzy looked about thirteen, her fair skin and round face giving her an angelic appearance. This would be excellent for her part of Emily in the play, at least during the first act. That thought suddenly reminded Catherine that she had one more rehearsal before she got her clothes back, the one after school Monday.
Maybe it was the shiver Catherine gave as she thought of all she had to do naked at that rehearsal, but it was at this very moment that Suzy opened her eyes.
"Muhnen," the youngster slurred. Catherine reached down again, smoothed the hair, then ran her fingers over the others brow, cheeks and neck, as Suzy just sighed blissfully. Catherine felt the attraction to her young friend, an attraction that she hoped could blossom into something more; she discovered that she loved Suzy, a love both spiritual and carnal. But if she was not careful, she would frighten away the younger girl, lose her as a friend without gaining the physical benefits she was hoping for. Catherine continued to caress the delicate features in front of her, while the two chatted aimlessly. She managed to suggest that the two friends should have a bath this morning, as they had spent the previous afternoon on outdoor benches, and should clean themselves off. Suzy agreed, noting that they were awake early today, and had plenty of time before they had to be ready for breakfast.
Together, the girls trotted down the hallway to the bathroom, and Suzy drew a deep bath, adding bubble bath just for a lark. Catherine accepted Suzy's suggestion that as the guest, she should be first and climbed into the tub, sinking into the heaps of suds, her nudity covered for the moment. She picked up the soap and deliberately started to clean her back. Sure enough, Suzy took the bait, and Catherine quickly accepted her offer to wash her back. The younger girl drew off her nightdress, and kneeling naked on the bathroom rug, carefully scrubbed Catherine's back.
Catherine luxuriated in the feeling of being pampered, but as soon as Suzy had finished her back, she made a suggestion; since Suzy had just done her back and had sponge bathed her Friday night, she should now return the favor. She persuaded Suzy to join her in the tub, sitting between her legs with her back to her. Catherine started by washing Suzy's back, gently caressing the skin, kneading the muscles; hands sliding down the spine, right to the top of Suzy's sweet buttocks. Then Catherine gently cleaned each arm; no cloth was used, just her well lathered hands, again making sure that Suzy enjoyed the caresses. The next step required her to gently wash the younger girl's throat, then down the front of her body, heavily lathered hands finally reaching the top of her large pale breasts. As her hands traversed the mounds of firm flesh, Catherine could feel the nipples harden under her fingers. She gently tweaked the hard projections and reveled in the deep breaths she was causing in her little friend.
She knew she had to be careful not to go too far at this time, so she murmured, "Doesn't it feel good to get all fresh and clean?" Suzy's nod of agreement was accompanied by a visible relaxation as she persuaded herself that the touches were purely non-sexual in nature. Catherine's hands continued their journey over the younger girl's body, slowly rubbing her stomach, until the finger tips were running through the nest of fur just above the juncture of her legs. Suzy stood up on command, and the seated Catherine washed her legs, then her sweet pussy, her gentle fingers sending shudders through the other's body as they carefully caressed the swollen lips. Finally the roaming hands massaged Suzy's taut buns, kneading and teasing the firm flesh. Suzy was finding the attention to be arousing, something she wasn't quite prepared for, and she wasn't sure if the attentions were being deliberately sexual, or if her friend was unaware of the unfortunate emotions she was raising in this young breast. Catherine, who was definitely aware of her young friend's emotional state, stopped the caresses at this point, and had Suzy sit back down between her legs. Suzy did, and then leaned back, so that her body was pressed tightly against Catherine's. She could feel Catherine's nipples, harder than her own, pressing into her back. As she lay there, analyzing the storm of emotions that her ablutions had caused, Catherine's arms encircled her waist, comforting and protecting her, a haven against the wicked outside world. Suzy could not comprehend her own emotional state, because Catherine's protective cuddle seemed to be at one and the same time both asexual and maternal and also extremely sexual and illicit.
As they lay subdued in the water, they suddenly heard the sound of Anthony's alarm clock and they knew he would be pounding on the door in just a few minutes, so they stood up in what was left of the bubble bath, opened the drain, and rinsed themselves off with the hand shower. They dried themselves, not taking the time that drying each other would require. Suzy quickly slipped her nightgown on, and opened the door.
Anthony was standing in the doorway, arm raised to start hammering on the door. Suzy stuck her tongue out at him, and flounced past. Catherine blushed as the boy's eyes swept her naked form from head to toe and back again. She could not understand why she was not inured to his gaze; after all he was only fourteen and was Suzy's brother, not a real boy; yet somehow his frank stare was acting on her emotions, stirring the butterflies in her stomach, reminding her that she was nude, and had two more full days to go. Still blushing, still breathing deeply, she held her head high and walked past the youngster, keeping her pace a walk, fighting successfully the urge to run and hide herself. She just knew that Anthony had turned around and, rather than entering the bathroom to perform his morning ritual, was simply standing there, eyes riveted on the nude arse swaying down the corridor in his suburban house.
With a sigh of relief, Catherine slipped into Suzy's room and sat on the edge of the four-poster bed. She looked over at Suzy as the latter drew the heart-bedecked nightgown over her head. Catherine gazed at the pale pert breasts with the nipples that had hardened under her fingers just minutes ago, at the small tuft of brown hair above the soft lips that had also responded to her touches, a tuft of hair that was natural, not shaped into a heart like hers. She watched as Suzy picked a pair of white cotton panties out of her drawer, and stepped into them slipping the plain white cotton briefs up her legs and easing them over those lovely globes, till they tightly covered her private parts. Next the youngster picked up her bra. Unlike the one she had worn yesterday, this one was all cotton, no lace, and completely enclosed her breasts. Catherine realized that this was the basic standard for the Cronenberg uniform; no variations had been allowed until about one year ago, when the rules had been amended to allow the girls, except those in the lowest form, to select almost any style of bra and panty, provided they matched and were white in color. The white blouse was donned next and the school tie knotted around Suzy's slim white neck. With every item Suzy was putting on, Catherine felt more and more naked. The tartan skirt that Suzy chose was the longest one Catherine had seen her wear; she was obviously dressing very conservatively for this day at home; Catherine decided that she must be keeping her more trendy cuts for her public appearances.
Suzy brought two fresh pairs of the regulation white knee-length socks over to the bed and handed one of them to the older student, then sat down beside her and started to draw on the other pair. Catherine pulled on her pair at the same time as Suzy; the similarity of the actions merely emphasized to her the difference in their clothing, drove home yet again the shame of her nudity. The two girls pulled on and tied their black patent leather shoes, and they were now dressed for the day. However, before they headed downstairs to breakfast, Suzy slipped on the blue uniform blazer. Catherine wondered a bit at this, since the blazer was optional on informal occasions, the rules required it only for formal events, but she decided that Suzy might be feeling cold, or might be just teasing her, making her nakedness more obvious by the comparison with the more formal outfit.
Breakfast today was as good as yesterday, the main item being eggs and bacon rather than the french toast that figured so prominently in the previous meal. Catherine smiled wryly as she remembered how that dish had led to her naked adventure at the supermarket; an adventure that she had still not recounted to Suzy. She noticed that both parents were fully clothed this morning, but that Anthony had taken advantage of the less stringent dress code to come to the table in his pajamas and dressing gown. She still felt conspicuous, being the only person unclothed at the table, but the others made her feel as at ease as was possible in these peculiar circumstances by not taking any notice of her bare skin, although she thought she caught the odd glance from Anthony that suggested that his interest in women had definitely awakened.
Still the meal was enjoyable and the conversation interesting, and when it was over, she and Suzy were dismissed to the living room where they chatted for a while, each curled up at one end of the sofa, Suzy in her formal uniform, Catherine in her uniform shoes and socks. Around 9:30 Suzy said she had something to do for a couple of minutes, and dashed off up the stairs. Catherine picked up a magazine, but had only read half of the feature article when Suzy came charging back into the room.
"Come on, we've got to go now." Catherine was so surprised at the sudden burst of activity, that she just took the outstretched hand and followed the youngster. She noticed something was different about Suzy, but just what it was did not register with her, and also noted that she was carrying something in her other hand. In no time at all she was outdoors, on the driveway, climbing into the back seat of the car as Anthony, now fully dressed in a suit and tie, climbed into the other side. Catherine took her place in the middle of the back seat, thankful that at least she would be mostly shielded from passers eyes, but the feel of the other two children's clothing against her bare skin as well as the cold of the seatbelt buckle, kept her totally aware of her naked state. She was just very happy that the top of the convertible was up today, and she lay back and closed her eyes, just as she had on the way home last night, shutting out the sight of those who might see her nakedness.
"Here. You have to put this on, Catherine." Suzy was holding out a small blue hat, the same color as her blazer. Catherine suddenly recognized it as the official uniform hat. As she took it, and started to put it on she heard the text of the regulation regarding the hat ringing in her ears.
"The hat is mandatory only for the most formal occasions, and for attending those functions where a woman is required to wear headgear. On informal occasions it need not be worn. If the hat is worn, the blazer should always be worn as well. The hat should also be worn whenever it is traditional for a woman to wear headgear, such as, for example, religious ceremonies; however, in cases where the hat is not readily available, this shall not be used as an excuse to avoid such functions."
"Religious ceremonies!" The words shouted in her ears. No! They couldn't be planning to have her attend church, naked as she was. The idea was unthinkable. As she finished donning the hat, however, the car swung into a gravel lane and her worst fears were realized as she saw the sign they passed:
Gamehill Community Church
Sunday Services 10:00 AM
Numbly, she got out of the car and walked with the family along the path and up the wide stone stairs to the front door of the church.
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Re: CA/Catherine The Great (by dah) (Ch 15 04/15/25)
Catherine the Great, Chapter 16 - Service with a Smile
The five people walked through the large front doors, across the foyer and into the church proper. As the father, mother, son and daughter strode down the long aisle toward the altar with the large cross behind it, the naked girl plodded numbly beside them. She had being trying to suggest a pew near the back of the church, where nobody would see her nudity, but for some reason she could not get the words out. She was totally numb, operating on auto-pilot. She heard the gasps from the people behind her, as they saw those round, firm, naked buttocks walking down the aisle of their church, but they did not fully register yet.
They slid into the ninth pew from the front, first Mrs. O'Brien, followed by her husband, then Suzy, then Anthony and finally Catherine. This, of course, left the nude girl right on the aisle where she was the most exposed to other's eyes. She shivered as she sat down, placed her elbows on her knees, pressed her hands together, and rested her forehead against her fingers. While this praying posture was one that most covered her, she adopted it primarily because she was praying. Desperately. She was praying for the ground to open and swallow her. For lightning to strike her dead on the spot. For a miracle to make her invisible.
Several times she had thought she had reached the ultimate in nakedness, but something had always occurred later to make her feel even more naked. She had thought she was naked, sitting on that chair in rehearsal, then she had felt even more naked when she first stepped out of the school into the open air, naked, defenseless and alone. It had been even worse when Mrs. O'Brien introduced her to her neighbors as the two of them walked along the street, but this... Naked in a church. She remembered the passage in Genesis:
"She took of the fruit thereof, and did eat, and gave also unto her husband with her; and he did eat.
And the eyes of them both were opened, and they knew that they were naked; and they sewed fig leaves together, and made themselves aprons.
And they heard the voice of the Lord God walking in the garden in the cool of the day: and Adam and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the Lord God amongst the trees of the garden.
And the Lord God called unto Adam, and said unto him, Where art thou?
And he said, I heard thy voice in the garden, and I was afraid, because I was naked; and I hid myself."
Yes, being naked in a church was definitely a sin; to be seen to so flout common decency was the most embarrassing situation imaginable. Catherine stayed with her head bowed against her hands until she had to rise for the first hymn. She had always loved singing and her clear soprano rang out, even as she wondered at the feeling of deja vu that was plaguing her.
She was still not paying full attention as the minister started to read the announcements; she knew nobody in the area, so they would be of no interest to her. This olympian detachment was shattered when the minister began his third item.
"We are pleased to welcome today a young British student, Catherine Higgins. Miss Higgins is a school-mate of our own dear Suzy O'Brien." Catherine was stunned that the pastor would know anything about her, and the chorus of "uh-huhs" and similar grunts indicated to her that the congregation now understood why a young lady attending church would be naked. "I am informed that Miss Higgins is a budding thespian, who will be performing on stage with many other of our daughters on Friday night, and today we will have the privilege of hearing this star of tomorrow read the lesson."
Catherine was stunned at this revelation. She had had no inkling that she was even going to be attending church today, and as for reading the lesson -- stepping up to the pulpit in front of everybody, stark naked -- it didn't bear thinking about. She felt herself go cold, but at the same time she felt herself becoming aroused at the thought of this ultimate humiliation. Hot and cold at the same time. Suddenly she recalled a brief incident from early yesterday morning. She had overheard Mr. O'Brien say on the telephone: "That sounds perfect. Thank you, Reverend." He must have been setting up the reading, in which case to try to avoid it would only bring on worse humiliation. She was so intent on her musings that she did not hear the announcement about the tea that the Ladies' Auxiliary had prepared in the basement for after the service.
Another hymn sung in ringing tones, and again that feeling of deja vu, and then the dread words: "Miss Higgins will now read today's lesson." Catherine got up and walked up the aisle; she could feel the stares of the entire congregation on her naked backside, and blushed once more at the thought of being naked in a house of God. She could not believe how great a distance there was from the ninth row to the front of the church; when she had been a bridesmaid in England, the walk from the back of the cathedral to the front had been far shorter than this. But all things come to an end, and at last she was at the front of the church. She mounted the two steps to the dias, turned to her right and finally stepped up into the pulpit. There a sheet was clipped to the page of the large Bible, giving the correct phrasing to start and end the reading.
She gazed out at the congregation, the sea of good clothing surmounted by serious faces, and almost broke out laughing. Here she was, standing in the pulpit of a church in the nuddy, about to read the congregation a lesson while they looked solemnly at her naked tits. Amusing and humiliating. Thank goodness her pussy was hidden by the pulpit. Taking a deep breath which caused her nipples to bounce appealingly, she looked down at the page and began to speak.
"Today we shall be reading from the Gospel According to Matthew, Chapter 25, Verses 31 to 46.
When the Son of man shall come in his glory, and all the holy angels with him, then shall he sit upon the throne of his glory:
And before him shall be gathered all nations: and he shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth his sheep from the goats:
And he shall set the sheep on his right hand, but the goats on the left.
Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world:
For I was an hungered, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:
Naked, and ye clothed me."
The word 'naked' seemed to her to hang in the air. The passage only emphasized her unclothed state. She gulped, but continued bravely.
"I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.
Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungered, and fed thee? or thirsty, and gave thee drink?
When saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee?"
Again the word 'naked', again the butterflies in the stomach, again the dampness increasing down where she dared not touch. She glanced over at her friend and the only four faces she knew in the crowd. She noticed that Anthony seemed to be moving his hand over the seat where she had been sitting. When he saw her looking at him he raised the handkerchief in his hand to his face, as if to blow his nose. Catherine blushed at the overt sexuality of this move, as she had seen that the cloth had not come directly from his pocket, but from the damp pew she had left. Desperately, she tried to ignore the growing heat in her loins as she continued.
"Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee?
And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
Then shall he say also unto them on the left hand, Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels:
For I was an hungered, and ye gave me no meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink:
I was a stranger, and ye took me not in: naked, and ye clothed me not: sick, and in prison, and ye visited me not."
The phrase 'naked and ye clothed me not' seemed so very appropriate to her situation. She was so very naked, and the very authorities would not let her be clothed. This verse, so appropriate, in a situation so inappropriate, had a further effect on her libido. She could feel the dampness inside her beading on her lips and almost ready to trickle down her thighs.
"Then shall they also answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungered, or athirst, or a stranger, or naked, or sick, or in prison, and did not minister unto thee?
Then shall he answer them, saying, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye did it not to one of the least of these, ye did it not to me.
And these shall go away into everlasting punishment: but the righteous into life eternal.
Hear the word of the Lord."
At the response of "Praise the Lord", Catherine shivered as she prepared to return to her pew; she would have to walk facing the entire congregation, her breasts, her pussy trimmed in the shape of a heart, her moist lips, all fully displayed to the entire congregation. Trying to appear nonchalant, she stepped out from behind the pulpit and started the long walk back to her seat, while the congregations stood for the next hymn. She blushed as she saw the entire congregation, dressed in their Sunday best, solemnly gazing at her nudity, at her naked tits, at the red, trimmed pussy heart, at her exposed vagina; she could feel a single drop of fluid running down the inside of her thigh, and blushed deeper at the thought that some parishioner might notice it. She also knew the minister was behind her; he and the rows she passed would be getting a good view of her naked arse.
She finally reached her pew and stood singing the rest of the hymn, again with that feeling of deja vu. She did not truly hear the sermon that day, her mind was racing too fast, she was feeling too aroused to think of the words, try as she did to concentrate on them; she was afraid that her arousal would continue to the point that she would climax, right there in the middle of the religious service. She had heard of religious ecstasy but... The chuckle that this thought caused actually helped to reduce her arousal, and she was able to keep herself at a mere simmer. The fact that Anthony was paying more attention to the nude body beside him than to the sermon did not help her at all. She knew he was too young for her, but he was obviously not too young to be interested, and she found that interest strangely flattering. She glanced sideways at him, noting how his eyes were continually flicking toward her breasts or her naked pussy.
When the congregation rose to sing the final hymn, she noted that Anthony was slower to rise, and, glancing down, she saw him giving her pew a quick wipe with his handkerchief, soaking up the few drops of moisture. As he rose, he brought the hankie to his nose, and pretended to give it a wipe, while actually just sniffing her aroma. Blushing again at this blatantly sexual act, Catherine looked quickly around her to try to distract herself. Suddenly she realized just why she had experienced that deja vu so often today. She remembered sneaking into a movie in England a couple of years ago with a girl friend and five guys. The guys had really wanted to see that movie, as it featured Elle Macpherson in the nude. "Sirens." That was the name. Catherine had been particularly affected by the scene when the minister's wife found herself naked in church. She had wondered how the Tara Fitzgerald could bring herself to act the scene, let alone how it would feel to be in that situation in real life; and now here she was, standing naked in church, singing a hymn, on the aisle, her nudity visible to the rest of the congregation. She was in almost exactly the same position as the minister's wife in that film; the only difference was that the character was fantasizing herself in that position; for Catherine it was all too real.
She faltered in her singing as she remembered the movie scenes, but recovered enough to let her voice soar in the final verse and chorus. When she sat down for the benediction, Anthony handed her his handkerchief with the whispered suggestion, "Maybe you should dry yourself off before you meet the minister." Catherine shivered at the thought of being introduced to a man of God in her present state of undress, and surreptitiously wiped her now damp thighs and blotted her soaking vagina. She passed back the damp piece of cloth with a whisper of thanks just as the people around her were starting to get up to leave.
The O'Briens held back and were among the last to be greeted by the pastor. When Catherine was introduced to him by Mrs. O'Brien, he shook her hand and said: "That was a delightful reading. It is so nice to hear the scriptures read with emotion." Catherine, who knew just why she had spoken with such emotion, blushed deeply as she murmured her thanks. "It is also so nice of you to help serve with your friend. We are always so pleased when younger people take an interest in the church." Catherine did not understand this at all, but since Suzy was staring at her, obviously with urgent news, she merely nodded and smiled.
While Suzy was saying good morning to the minister, Anthony was talking with his mother. He had arranged with a neighbor to take him home, so he could change into play clothes, then he was to bicycle over to the home of one of his soccer buddies for lunch. His mother gave the usual parental warnings, then wished him a happy afternoon. Anthony gave a slight sniff, wiped his nose gently with his handkerchief, and said that he was sure that he and his friends would all have a good time. Catherine blushed at the thought that her aroma was what was going to give these lustful teenagers such pleasure, even as she marveled at the youngster's ability to give her this message right under his mother's nose. As he left, it suddenly occurred to her that if he needed a ride home, the rest of the family must not be going there yet, and she thought again of the minister's remark about serving.
Suzy came over to her at this moment, and grabbing her by the arm, pulled her towards the staircase leading to the church basement.
The five people walked through the large front doors, across the foyer and into the church proper. As the father, mother, son and daughter strode down the long aisle toward the altar with the large cross behind it, the naked girl plodded numbly beside them. She had being trying to suggest a pew near the back of the church, where nobody would see her nudity, but for some reason she could not get the words out. She was totally numb, operating on auto-pilot. She heard the gasps from the people behind her, as they saw those round, firm, naked buttocks walking down the aisle of their church, but they did not fully register yet.
They slid into the ninth pew from the front, first Mrs. O'Brien, followed by her husband, then Suzy, then Anthony and finally Catherine. This, of course, left the nude girl right on the aisle where she was the most exposed to other's eyes. She shivered as she sat down, placed her elbows on her knees, pressed her hands together, and rested her forehead against her fingers. While this praying posture was one that most covered her, she adopted it primarily because she was praying. Desperately. She was praying for the ground to open and swallow her. For lightning to strike her dead on the spot. For a miracle to make her invisible.
Several times she had thought she had reached the ultimate in nakedness, but something had always occurred later to make her feel even more naked. She had thought she was naked, sitting on that chair in rehearsal, then she had felt even more naked when she first stepped out of the school into the open air, naked, defenseless and alone. It had been even worse when Mrs. O'Brien introduced her to her neighbors as the two of them walked along the street, but this... Naked in a church. She remembered the passage in Genesis:
"She took of the fruit thereof, and did eat, and gave also unto her husband with her; and he did eat.
And the eyes of them both were opened, and they knew that they were naked; and they sewed fig leaves together, and made themselves aprons.
And they heard the voice of the Lord God walking in the garden in the cool of the day: and Adam and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the Lord God amongst the trees of the garden.
And the Lord God called unto Adam, and said unto him, Where art thou?
And he said, I heard thy voice in the garden, and I was afraid, because I was naked; and I hid myself."
Yes, being naked in a church was definitely a sin; to be seen to so flout common decency was the most embarrassing situation imaginable. Catherine stayed with her head bowed against her hands until she had to rise for the first hymn. She had always loved singing and her clear soprano rang out, even as she wondered at the feeling of deja vu that was plaguing her.
She was still not paying full attention as the minister started to read the announcements; she knew nobody in the area, so they would be of no interest to her. This olympian detachment was shattered when the minister began his third item.
"We are pleased to welcome today a young British student, Catherine Higgins. Miss Higgins is a school-mate of our own dear Suzy O'Brien." Catherine was stunned that the pastor would know anything about her, and the chorus of "uh-huhs" and similar grunts indicated to her that the congregation now understood why a young lady attending church would be naked. "I am informed that Miss Higgins is a budding thespian, who will be performing on stage with many other of our daughters on Friday night, and today we will have the privilege of hearing this star of tomorrow read the lesson."
Catherine was stunned at this revelation. She had had no inkling that she was even going to be attending church today, and as for reading the lesson -- stepping up to the pulpit in front of everybody, stark naked -- it didn't bear thinking about. She felt herself go cold, but at the same time she felt herself becoming aroused at the thought of this ultimate humiliation. Hot and cold at the same time. Suddenly she recalled a brief incident from early yesterday morning. She had overheard Mr. O'Brien say on the telephone: "That sounds perfect. Thank you, Reverend." He must have been setting up the reading, in which case to try to avoid it would only bring on worse humiliation. She was so intent on her musings that she did not hear the announcement about the tea that the Ladies' Auxiliary had prepared in the basement for after the service.
Another hymn sung in ringing tones, and again that feeling of deja vu, and then the dread words: "Miss Higgins will now read today's lesson." Catherine got up and walked up the aisle; she could feel the stares of the entire congregation on her naked backside, and blushed once more at the thought of being naked in a house of God. She could not believe how great a distance there was from the ninth row to the front of the church; when she had been a bridesmaid in England, the walk from the back of the cathedral to the front had been far shorter than this. But all things come to an end, and at last she was at the front of the church. She mounted the two steps to the dias, turned to her right and finally stepped up into the pulpit. There a sheet was clipped to the page of the large Bible, giving the correct phrasing to start and end the reading.
She gazed out at the congregation, the sea of good clothing surmounted by serious faces, and almost broke out laughing. Here she was, standing in the pulpit of a church in the nuddy, about to read the congregation a lesson while they looked solemnly at her naked tits. Amusing and humiliating. Thank goodness her pussy was hidden by the pulpit. Taking a deep breath which caused her nipples to bounce appealingly, she looked down at the page and began to speak.
"Today we shall be reading from the Gospel According to Matthew, Chapter 25, Verses 31 to 46.
When the Son of man shall come in his glory, and all the holy angels with him, then shall he sit upon the throne of his glory:
And before him shall be gathered all nations: and he shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth his sheep from the goats:
And he shall set the sheep on his right hand, but the goats on the left.
Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world:
For I was an hungered, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:
Naked, and ye clothed me."
The word 'naked' seemed to her to hang in the air. The passage only emphasized her unclothed state. She gulped, but continued bravely.
"I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.
Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungered, and fed thee? or thirsty, and gave thee drink?
When saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee?"
Again the word 'naked', again the butterflies in the stomach, again the dampness increasing down where she dared not touch. She glanced over at her friend and the only four faces she knew in the crowd. She noticed that Anthony seemed to be moving his hand over the seat where she had been sitting. When he saw her looking at him he raised the handkerchief in his hand to his face, as if to blow his nose. Catherine blushed at the overt sexuality of this move, as she had seen that the cloth had not come directly from his pocket, but from the damp pew she had left. Desperately, she tried to ignore the growing heat in her loins as she continued.
"Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee?
And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
Then shall he say also unto them on the left hand, Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels:
For I was an hungered, and ye gave me no meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink:
I was a stranger, and ye took me not in: naked, and ye clothed me not: sick, and in prison, and ye visited me not."
The phrase 'naked and ye clothed me not' seemed so very appropriate to her situation. She was so very naked, and the very authorities would not let her be clothed. This verse, so appropriate, in a situation so inappropriate, had a further effect on her libido. She could feel the dampness inside her beading on her lips and almost ready to trickle down her thighs.
"Then shall they also answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungered, or athirst, or a stranger, or naked, or sick, or in prison, and did not minister unto thee?
Then shall he answer them, saying, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye did it not to one of the least of these, ye did it not to me.
And these shall go away into everlasting punishment: but the righteous into life eternal.
Hear the word of the Lord."
At the response of "Praise the Lord", Catherine shivered as she prepared to return to her pew; she would have to walk facing the entire congregation, her breasts, her pussy trimmed in the shape of a heart, her moist lips, all fully displayed to the entire congregation. Trying to appear nonchalant, she stepped out from behind the pulpit and started the long walk back to her seat, while the congregations stood for the next hymn. She blushed as she saw the entire congregation, dressed in their Sunday best, solemnly gazing at her nudity, at her naked tits, at the red, trimmed pussy heart, at her exposed vagina; she could feel a single drop of fluid running down the inside of her thigh, and blushed deeper at the thought that some parishioner might notice it. She also knew the minister was behind her; he and the rows she passed would be getting a good view of her naked arse.
She finally reached her pew and stood singing the rest of the hymn, again with that feeling of deja vu. She did not truly hear the sermon that day, her mind was racing too fast, she was feeling too aroused to think of the words, try as she did to concentrate on them; she was afraid that her arousal would continue to the point that she would climax, right there in the middle of the religious service. She had heard of religious ecstasy but... The chuckle that this thought caused actually helped to reduce her arousal, and she was able to keep herself at a mere simmer. The fact that Anthony was paying more attention to the nude body beside him than to the sermon did not help her at all. She knew he was too young for her, but he was obviously not too young to be interested, and she found that interest strangely flattering. She glanced sideways at him, noting how his eyes were continually flicking toward her breasts or her naked pussy.
When the congregation rose to sing the final hymn, she noted that Anthony was slower to rise, and, glancing down, she saw him giving her pew a quick wipe with his handkerchief, soaking up the few drops of moisture. As he rose, he brought the hankie to his nose, and pretended to give it a wipe, while actually just sniffing her aroma. Blushing again at this blatantly sexual act, Catherine looked quickly around her to try to distract herself. Suddenly she realized just why she had experienced that deja vu so often today. She remembered sneaking into a movie in England a couple of years ago with a girl friend and five guys. The guys had really wanted to see that movie, as it featured Elle Macpherson in the nude. "Sirens." That was the name. Catherine had been particularly affected by the scene when the minister's wife found herself naked in church. She had wondered how the Tara Fitzgerald could bring herself to act the scene, let alone how it would feel to be in that situation in real life; and now here she was, standing naked in church, singing a hymn, on the aisle, her nudity visible to the rest of the congregation. She was in almost exactly the same position as the minister's wife in that film; the only difference was that the character was fantasizing herself in that position; for Catherine it was all too real.
She faltered in her singing as she remembered the movie scenes, but recovered enough to let her voice soar in the final verse and chorus. When she sat down for the benediction, Anthony handed her his handkerchief with the whispered suggestion, "Maybe you should dry yourself off before you meet the minister." Catherine shivered at the thought of being introduced to a man of God in her present state of undress, and surreptitiously wiped her now damp thighs and blotted her soaking vagina. She passed back the damp piece of cloth with a whisper of thanks just as the people around her were starting to get up to leave.
The O'Briens held back and were among the last to be greeted by the pastor. When Catherine was introduced to him by Mrs. O'Brien, he shook her hand and said: "That was a delightful reading. It is so nice to hear the scriptures read with emotion." Catherine, who knew just why she had spoken with such emotion, blushed deeply as she murmured her thanks. "It is also so nice of you to help serve with your friend. We are always so pleased when younger people take an interest in the church." Catherine did not understand this at all, but since Suzy was staring at her, obviously with urgent news, she merely nodded and smiled.
While Suzy was saying good morning to the minister, Anthony was talking with his mother. He had arranged with a neighbor to take him home, so he could change into play clothes, then he was to bicycle over to the home of one of his soccer buddies for lunch. His mother gave the usual parental warnings, then wished him a happy afternoon. Anthony gave a slight sniff, wiped his nose gently with his handkerchief, and said that he was sure that he and his friends would all have a good time. Catherine blushed at the thought that her aroma was what was going to give these lustful teenagers such pleasure, even as she marveled at the youngster's ability to give her this message right under his mother's nose. As he left, it suddenly occurred to her that if he needed a ride home, the rest of the family must not be going there yet, and she thought again of the minister's remark about serving.
Suzy came over to her at this moment, and grabbing her by the arm, pulled her towards the staircase leading to the church basement.
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Re: CA/Catherine The Great (by dah) (Ch 16 04/16/25)
Catherine the Great, Chapter 17 - The Afternoon
As she led her nude friend down the stairs to the church basement, Suzy started to apologize.
"I'm so sorry, Catherine. I totally forgot that today is a Fellowship Sunday. I always help serve the coffee, and when I first found out you were coming for the weekend, I asked if you could help as well. Everybody thought that was a great idea, and I was going to tell you about it, but I forgot. After you received your punishment, I asked my father about it yesterday morning, and he said he thought not doing it would count as avoiding events. I meant to tell you when we got home but was so excited about seeing Jenny I totally forgot. Ohmigod, I'm so sorry."
"Don't worry. You had no way of knowing when you first set it up, and I would have asked to do it, if I had known. So, after the punishment I would have had to do it anyhow. Besides, even if I weren't serving, your parents stay for coffee?" Suzy nodded. "So, I'd still have to stay here with them, instead of talking to you." Even as she calmed her friend, Catherine felt her nipples harden from the excitement and embarrassment. Although this would not be in the church proper, she would still be naked in the church building, serving coffee to the staid parishioners; this was so much more shameful that being nude in other places; this was so frightfully, so horrifyingly, so deliciously wrong, that she was becoming aroused yet again. Her very knees were trembling from the dual emotions of shame and arousal as she descended the staircase to the fellowship tea in the church basement.
As the two girls reached the basement, Catherine again felt the shame of being naked in a church, and in front of many well-dressed people.
"Of course, Jill and Frieda usually have me do all the kitchen work, so you may be alone with me most of the time," Suzy said, hoping that her friend would not be too upset with her. Catherine almost began to hope, but she felt her luck was not running that way this weekend.
And she was right. Jill and Frieda were already behind the table set up just outside the tiny kitchen at the far end of the basement hall. As she walked the length of the hall, Catherine tried her best to ignore the gazes of the congregation. At least no other youngsters were present, so she would not have to worry about her sinful lack of attire causing them to misbehave here, and the adults would probably be able to control themselves. Suddenly the meaning of several scraps of conversation she had overheard upstairs became clear. Several of the youngsters had obviously persuaded their parents that they had "more important" things to do after church than hang around with the old fogies, and when they had suddenly changed their minds after seeing her in church, the various parents had insisted that they honor the promises that they had made to their friends to meet right after the service. She smiled as she decided that she must remember to ask Suzy to check out just how many youths attended the next Fellowship Sunday coffee meeting.
She concentrated then on the two other servers. Jill was wearing a simple, conservative, blue dress, knee length with long sleeves and a round neckline; Frieda, on the other hand was wearing an impeccably tailored pink cotton suit, also knee length, with a dazzlingly white blouse.
"I'm always embarrassed to be seen in this old school uniform, with them dressed so well." Suzy's whisper broke into Catherine's musings. She glanced over at her little friend and was surprised to see that she actually had reddened slightly.
"You're embarrassed. At least you're not bare-ass naked, in church!" Catherine hissed back, reddening in her own turn as she reminded herself just how humiliating her own circumstances were.
When they reached the serving table, they immediately joined the other two girls in filling cups with tea and coffee for the adults present, and carrying the trays of tiny finger sandwiches that the ladies auxiliary always prepared out to the table. Once the first crush had lessened, Suzy offered to start working in the kitchen with Catherine, but the other two girls wouldn't hear of it. Suzy would, naturally, stay with her guest, and the rest of the congregation would want to meet the young lady who had read the lesson so well that morning. No, they would be the one's to stay back by the kitchen; Catherine must have the honor of serving the congregation. For nearly an hour, Catherine found herself trotting back and forth among the crowd, carrying the trays of sandwiches and then of biscuits (or cookies, as these people called them). She was very happy that Suzy was beside her most of the time, but she was constantly embarrassed and aroused by her nudity.
At one point, she carried a fresh cup of coffee over to one of the more senior citizens, while Suzy brought over the cookies. As she crouched slightly to hand the seated man his cup, she heard him mutter "beautiful" under his breath. She had noticed that the elderly, like children, seemed to be franker in looking at her, and she blushed as she realized he was talking about her nakedness. He then confirmed that she was at the same school as Suzy and would be wearing the same outfit if she were not being punished. She blushed as he looked her up and down, and then, turning to Suzy he looked her up and down before picking a small brownie from the tray.
"You know," he said with a surprisingly young glint in his eye, "as a Christian, I must hope that Suzy's good conduct rubs off on you, so you are reformed; but I must admit that there is an evil part of me that hopes that you have just enough of a bad effect on her to require her to be punished like you." Catherine giggled at this, and laughed outright as she saw just how red Suzy turned at the thought of that punishment.
It was shortly after noon that the two girls were finished with their chores, and ready to leave. Mr. O'Brien had slipped ahead to bring the car around from the parking lot, and it was only as she, Suzy and Mrs. O'Brien were climbing the stairs from the basement hall that she remembered that Anthony was no longer with them. Mrs. O'Brien explained that he had left right after church to meet one of his buddies, with whom he would be having lunch. At first Catherine was surprised at this, but almost at once she realized that he had seen her naked for over a full day, and a single hour here would not be as important to him as to other youngsters; besides he had taken away her scent on his handkerchief, and she was sure that his friend or friends would sharing that scent.
She sighed with relief as they stepped out into the bright sunshine, then caught herself. She was relieved to be outside naked. If someone had suggested to her that walking to a car, outside, totally naked, in broad daylight, in full few of several strangers would be less stressful than being inside, she would have thought them totally balmy. Yet somehow, the fact that she had been nude in a church had had a major effect on her emotions. The fact that she would soon be safe at Suzy's home again was also a factor of course; a quiet afternoon and undisturbed night would leave only the final day, a single day of classes, and after the weekend that would be a walk in the park -- make that far easier than a walk in the park, she thought as she remembered her lack of clothing.
She was not surprised that Mr. O'Brien had put the top down on the convertible, and just clambered into the seat behind the driver while Suzy took the other side and Mrs. O'Brien the front seat. She found that the feel of the seat material and the belt on her bare skin was surprisingly comforting. She was surprised when Mrs. O'Brien suggested that she take care of the girls' hats, but took hers off and passed it up to the front seat as did Suzy. The two girls looked at each other, but could not understand why this was necessary. Two minutes later they found out, as the car was now on a major highway, moving at full highway speed. The noise was too great to allow talking, the wind brought tears to her eyes as she tried to see where they were going, so she decided that the best thing she could do was to relax, and she closed her eyes, laid her head back and just basked in the sensations of wind and sun on her skin, enjoying the sensation of her nipples hardening and her pussy moistening under the caress of the elements. It felt so good to just relax and float after the strain of the morning's appearance.
An undetermined time later, Catherine felt the car slow to a stop, and opened her eyes just as the car started up again. She looked around and realized that the O'Briens had driven all the way to the city. She shivered at the thought of how many more people might now see her nakedness. She felt her nipples harden again as she realized she was not going to be spending the rest of the day at Suzy's house.
As the car glided deeper into the city, top down, exposing Catherine to the gaze of every passing pedestrian and every passing car, Mrs. O'Brien explained to the two girls that there was a special rehearsal of their play today. Since the first performances were to take place tomorrow, the theater owner had set aside this weekend for dress rehearsals on the stage that they were to use for the actual public show. This would allow every school a chance to work out the props and block out the movements for what was sure to be a much larger stage than any of the schools possessed. The Cronenberg School would have had the last slot on the Sunday, as they were to be the last presentation, but one of the other schools had particularly wanted that time and Cronenberg School had agreed to the change, so that the girls would need to be at the theater for 2:30 that afternoon, not the 4:30 time that would have matched their position in the presentations. She also explained that they had not told the girls earlier, as they did not want them to be worrying about the rehearsal instead of just having fun.
Catherine shivered at the thought of performing in that huge theater, naked as she was, even if there would be no audience. She knew that she would be unable to prevent herself imagining a full house, and felt her nipples become even harder at the fantasy.
Mr. O'Brien pulled into a parking lot, and the three women got out of the car and waited as the top closed down so he could lock the car. He then locked the car and the four of them started down the street, Catherine in shiny patent leather shoes and white socks, her flame red pussy trimmed into a heart, her sweet breasts and he tight buns on full view to all passers by. She had the wildest sense of deja vu as she walked along the sidewalk.
"There is another reason we are here today," Mr. O'Brien began. "When you told us that you really didn't remember the photography exhibit because of your nudity, I said I would bring you back to see it properly, Suzy, and since it leaves tomorrow, we had to come today. Besides, I want to see those pictures that look like you."
Catherine suddenly realized why that feeling of deja vu had overcome her; the bus had parked in that very lot the other day, and the two girls had walked along this very sidewalk, one naked, one clothed, just like today. The only differences were the lack of other girls to hide the single nude body and the fact that it was she who was naked and Suzy who was clothed, the reverse of the previous time. Fortunately, there was very little traffic at lunch-time Sunday, so she was able to walk the two blocks without attracting much more attention than she had walking to the store the previous day. She shivered as she climbed the stone steps to the large oak doors that led into the large lobby of the art museum. At Mr. O'Brien's suggestion Suzy led them into the classical gallery they had visited with the class, one of the largest galleries in the building, with the walls covered with paintings, mainly of nude women, and several nude sculptures.
Suzy immediately showed her parents the painting that Jenny had pointed out looked exactly like her. Catherine smiled as she remembered how Suzy had looked that day. Today, Suzy's parents could of course see the facial resemblance, but as Suzy was clothed, they had to use memory to judge how well the breasts matched. After they marveled at the close resemblance, they wandered around the gallery, inspecting painting after painting, Catherine staying as close to them as possible, trying to forget her nudity. However, a number of other visitors to the gallery were inspecting her naked body with even more enthusiasm than the nude bodies in the paintings or the nude sculptures, and she could hear their muted comments on her curves and crannies. At least most of the comments were somewhat more elevated than the "Gawd - great tits" she had heard in the mall, but after all these were people who spend their free time in art galleries, so perhaps that was to be expected.
There was no picture that matched her; two students that had doubles in the classical artists' models would have been too great a coincidence. One of the statues had a vague resemblance to Catherine, but it was not at all close. When, at Mrs. O'Brien's suggestion, she placed herself in the same pose as the statue, the comments from the crowd made plain that her hair was curlier, her breasts bigger, her waist smaller, and -- most embarrassing comment of all -- the statue's pussy was not trimmed into a heart.
Shortly after that humiliating, and exciting, incident the four left the classical gallery to inspect the photos of George 'Big Daddy' Westwere. Since this was the exhibit's last day, that gallery was far more crowded than the larger classical gallery had been. The extra eyes on her embarrassed and excited Catherine even more. Her nipples were hard as rock, and she could feel the moisture in her vagina, as she tried to concentrate on the photos. While the other three wandered around the entire exhibit, she spent most of the time studying a particular group of photographs, one that had intrigued her when she had seen the pictures the other week.
This group showed a single female wandering naked through crowds of clothed people, exposing herself to the multitudes, no clothing at all, not even shoes. Catherine was overwhelmed by a series of conflicting emotions as she stood looking at these pictures. Her first feeling was one of relief that she was dressed like Big Daddy's model, a person in the same type of setting as he had conceived; she was appropriately dressed (or undressed) for this particular exhibit. Only minutes later, particularly on those occasions when she felt someone accidentally brush against her bare skin as she stood among the crowd, or even more on those times when she felt a hand brush her naked buttocks, she felt that the pictures, by reflecting her condition, only emphasized her nakedness, pointing out to her and the crowd that she was totally naked when everyone else was correctly clothed. Whenever these feelings predominated, she blushed again and her nipples hardened once more, as the embarrassment warred with the arousal. She managed with great difficulty to keep her emotions under control, but she was continually aware of her hard pointing nipples and the dampness in her nether regions.
As she led her nude friend down the stairs to the church basement, Suzy started to apologize.
"I'm so sorry, Catherine. I totally forgot that today is a Fellowship Sunday. I always help serve the coffee, and when I first found out you were coming for the weekend, I asked if you could help as well. Everybody thought that was a great idea, and I was going to tell you about it, but I forgot. After you received your punishment, I asked my father about it yesterday morning, and he said he thought not doing it would count as avoiding events. I meant to tell you when we got home but was so excited about seeing Jenny I totally forgot. Ohmigod, I'm so sorry."
"Don't worry. You had no way of knowing when you first set it up, and I would have asked to do it, if I had known. So, after the punishment I would have had to do it anyhow. Besides, even if I weren't serving, your parents stay for coffee?" Suzy nodded. "So, I'd still have to stay here with them, instead of talking to you." Even as she calmed her friend, Catherine felt her nipples harden from the excitement and embarrassment. Although this would not be in the church proper, she would still be naked in the church building, serving coffee to the staid parishioners; this was so much more shameful that being nude in other places; this was so frightfully, so horrifyingly, so deliciously wrong, that she was becoming aroused yet again. Her very knees were trembling from the dual emotions of shame and arousal as she descended the staircase to the fellowship tea in the church basement.
As the two girls reached the basement, Catherine again felt the shame of being naked in a church, and in front of many well-dressed people.
"Of course, Jill and Frieda usually have me do all the kitchen work, so you may be alone with me most of the time," Suzy said, hoping that her friend would not be too upset with her. Catherine almost began to hope, but she felt her luck was not running that way this weekend.
And she was right. Jill and Frieda were already behind the table set up just outside the tiny kitchen at the far end of the basement hall. As she walked the length of the hall, Catherine tried her best to ignore the gazes of the congregation. At least no other youngsters were present, so she would not have to worry about her sinful lack of attire causing them to misbehave here, and the adults would probably be able to control themselves. Suddenly the meaning of several scraps of conversation she had overheard upstairs became clear. Several of the youngsters had obviously persuaded their parents that they had "more important" things to do after church than hang around with the old fogies, and when they had suddenly changed their minds after seeing her in church, the various parents had insisted that they honor the promises that they had made to their friends to meet right after the service. She smiled as she decided that she must remember to ask Suzy to check out just how many youths attended the next Fellowship Sunday coffee meeting.
She concentrated then on the two other servers. Jill was wearing a simple, conservative, blue dress, knee length with long sleeves and a round neckline; Frieda, on the other hand was wearing an impeccably tailored pink cotton suit, also knee length, with a dazzlingly white blouse.
"I'm always embarrassed to be seen in this old school uniform, with them dressed so well." Suzy's whisper broke into Catherine's musings. She glanced over at her little friend and was surprised to see that she actually had reddened slightly.
"You're embarrassed. At least you're not bare-ass naked, in church!" Catherine hissed back, reddening in her own turn as she reminded herself just how humiliating her own circumstances were.
When they reached the serving table, they immediately joined the other two girls in filling cups with tea and coffee for the adults present, and carrying the trays of tiny finger sandwiches that the ladies auxiliary always prepared out to the table. Once the first crush had lessened, Suzy offered to start working in the kitchen with Catherine, but the other two girls wouldn't hear of it. Suzy would, naturally, stay with her guest, and the rest of the congregation would want to meet the young lady who had read the lesson so well that morning. No, they would be the one's to stay back by the kitchen; Catherine must have the honor of serving the congregation. For nearly an hour, Catherine found herself trotting back and forth among the crowd, carrying the trays of sandwiches and then of biscuits (or cookies, as these people called them). She was very happy that Suzy was beside her most of the time, but she was constantly embarrassed and aroused by her nudity.
At one point, she carried a fresh cup of coffee over to one of the more senior citizens, while Suzy brought over the cookies. As she crouched slightly to hand the seated man his cup, she heard him mutter "beautiful" under his breath. She had noticed that the elderly, like children, seemed to be franker in looking at her, and she blushed as she realized he was talking about her nakedness. He then confirmed that she was at the same school as Suzy and would be wearing the same outfit if she were not being punished. She blushed as he looked her up and down, and then, turning to Suzy he looked her up and down before picking a small brownie from the tray.
"You know," he said with a surprisingly young glint in his eye, "as a Christian, I must hope that Suzy's good conduct rubs off on you, so you are reformed; but I must admit that there is an evil part of me that hopes that you have just enough of a bad effect on her to require her to be punished like you." Catherine giggled at this, and laughed outright as she saw just how red Suzy turned at the thought of that punishment.
It was shortly after noon that the two girls were finished with their chores, and ready to leave. Mr. O'Brien had slipped ahead to bring the car around from the parking lot, and it was only as she, Suzy and Mrs. O'Brien were climbing the stairs from the basement hall that she remembered that Anthony was no longer with them. Mrs. O'Brien explained that he had left right after church to meet one of his buddies, with whom he would be having lunch. At first Catherine was surprised at this, but almost at once she realized that he had seen her naked for over a full day, and a single hour here would not be as important to him as to other youngsters; besides he had taken away her scent on his handkerchief, and she was sure that his friend or friends would sharing that scent.
She sighed with relief as they stepped out into the bright sunshine, then caught herself. She was relieved to be outside naked. If someone had suggested to her that walking to a car, outside, totally naked, in broad daylight, in full few of several strangers would be less stressful than being inside, she would have thought them totally balmy. Yet somehow, the fact that she had been nude in a church had had a major effect on her emotions. The fact that she would soon be safe at Suzy's home again was also a factor of course; a quiet afternoon and undisturbed night would leave only the final day, a single day of classes, and after the weekend that would be a walk in the park -- make that far easier than a walk in the park, she thought as she remembered her lack of clothing.
She was not surprised that Mr. O'Brien had put the top down on the convertible, and just clambered into the seat behind the driver while Suzy took the other side and Mrs. O'Brien the front seat. She found that the feel of the seat material and the belt on her bare skin was surprisingly comforting. She was surprised when Mrs. O'Brien suggested that she take care of the girls' hats, but took hers off and passed it up to the front seat as did Suzy. The two girls looked at each other, but could not understand why this was necessary. Two minutes later they found out, as the car was now on a major highway, moving at full highway speed. The noise was too great to allow talking, the wind brought tears to her eyes as she tried to see where they were going, so she decided that the best thing she could do was to relax, and she closed her eyes, laid her head back and just basked in the sensations of wind and sun on her skin, enjoying the sensation of her nipples hardening and her pussy moistening under the caress of the elements. It felt so good to just relax and float after the strain of the morning's appearance.
An undetermined time later, Catherine felt the car slow to a stop, and opened her eyes just as the car started up again. She looked around and realized that the O'Briens had driven all the way to the city. She shivered at the thought of how many more people might now see her nakedness. She felt her nipples harden again as she realized she was not going to be spending the rest of the day at Suzy's house.
As the car glided deeper into the city, top down, exposing Catherine to the gaze of every passing pedestrian and every passing car, Mrs. O'Brien explained to the two girls that there was a special rehearsal of their play today. Since the first performances were to take place tomorrow, the theater owner had set aside this weekend for dress rehearsals on the stage that they were to use for the actual public show. This would allow every school a chance to work out the props and block out the movements for what was sure to be a much larger stage than any of the schools possessed. The Cronenberg School would have had the last slot on the Sunday, as they were to be the last presentation, but one of the other schools had particularly wanted that time and Cronenberg School had agreed to the change, so that the girls would need to be at the theater for 2:30 that afternoon, not the 4:30 time that would have matched their position in the presentations. She also explained that they had not told the girls earlier, as they did not want them to be worrying about the rehearsal instead of just having fun.
Catherine shivered at the thought of performing in that huge theater, naked as she was, even if there would be no audience. She knew that she would be unable to prevent herself imagining a full house, and felt her nipples become even harder at the fantasy.
Mr. O'Brien pulled into a parking lot, and the three women got out of the car and waited as the top closed down so he could lock the car. He then locked the car and the four of them started down the street, Catherine in shiny patent leather shoes and white socks, her flame red pussy trimmed into a heart, her sweet breasts and he tight buns on full view to all passers by. She had the wildest sense of deja vu as she walked along the sidewalk.
"There is another reason we are here today," Mr. O'Brien began. "When you told us that you really didn't remember the photography exhibit because of your nudity, I said I would bring you back to see it properly, Suzy, and since it leaves tomorrow, we had to come today. Besides, I want to see those pictures that look like you."
Catherine suddenly realized why that feeling of deja vu had overcome her; the bus had parked in that very lot the other day, and the two girls had walked along this very sidewalk, one naked, one clothed, just like today. The only differences were the lack of other girls to hide the single nude body and the fact that it was she who was naked and Suzy who was clothed, the reverse of the previous time. Fortunately, there was very little traffic at lunch-time Sunday, so she was able to walk the two blocks without attracting much more attention than she had walking to the store the previous day. She shivered as she climbed the stone steps to the large oak doors that led into the large lobby of the art museum. At Mr. O'Brien's suggestion Suzy led them into the classical gallery they had visited with the class, one of the largest galleries in the building, with the walls covered with paintings, mainly of nude women, and several nude sculptures.
Suzy immediately showed her parents the painting that Jenny had pointed out looked exactly like her. Catherine smiled as she remembered how Suzy had looked that day. Today, Suzy's parents could of course see the facial resemblance, but as Suzy was clothed, they had to use memory to judge how well the breasts matched. After they marveled at the close resemblance, they wandered around the gallery, inspecting painting after painting, Catherine staying as close to them as possible, trying to forget her nudity. However, a number of other visitors to the gallery were inspecting her naked body with even more enthusiasm than the nude bodies in the paintings or the nude sculptures, and she could hear their muted comments on her curves and crannies. At least most of the comments were somewhat more elevated than the "Gawd - great tits" she had heard in the mall, but after all these were people who spend their free time in art galleries, so perhaps that was to be expected.
There was no picture that matched her; two students that had doubles in the classical artists' models would have been too great a coincidence. One of the statues had a vague resemblance to Catherine, but it was not at all close. When, at Mrs. O'Brien's suggestion, she placed herself in the same pose as the statue, the comments from the crowd made plain that her hair was curlier, her breasts bigger, her waist smaller, and -- most embarrassing comment of all -- the statue's pussy was not trimmed into a heart.
Shortly after that humiliating, and exciting, incident the four left the classical gallery to inspect the photos of George 'Big Daddy' Westwere. Since this was the exhibit's last day, that gallery was far more crowded than the larger classical gallery had been. The extra eyes on her embarrassed and excited Catherine even more. Her nipples were hard as rock, and she could feel the moisture in her vagina, as she tried to concentrate on the photos. While the other three wandered around the entire exhibit, she spent most of the time studying a particular group of photographs, one that had intrigued her when she had seen the pictures the other week.
This group showed a single female wandering naked through crowds of clothed people, exposing herself to the multitudes, no clothing at all, not even shoes. Catherine was overwhelmed by a series of conflicting emotions as she stood looking at these pictures. Her first feeling was one of relief that she was dressed like Big Daddy's model, a person in the same type of setting as he had conceived; she was appropriately dressed (or undressed) for this particular exhibit. Only minutes later, particularly on those occasions when she felt someone accidentally brush against her bare skin as she stood among the crowd, or even more on those times when she felt a hand brush her naked buttocks, she felt that the pictures, by reflecting her condition, only emphasized her nakedness, pointing out to her and the crowd that she was totally naked when everyone else was correctly clothed. Whenever these feelings predominated, she blushed again and her nipples hardened once more, as the embarrassment warred with the arousal. She managed with great difficulty to keep her emotions under control, but she was continually aware of her hard pointing nipples and the dampness in her nether regions.
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Re: CA/Catherine The Great (by dah) (Ch 17 04/17/25)
Catherine the Great, Chapter 18 - The Afternoon Continues
After the family had viewed the exhibit carefully, Suzy laughing and joking with her parents as she reveled in being at this special showing fully clothed this time, they collected Catherine and headed out through the great lobby. Catherine was surprised to see that it was now after 1:30; she had been so lost in her feelings that the time had flown past.
She was a couple of steps behind the others as they stepped out of the large front door of the art gallery. A deep breath and two painful steps forward, and Catherine was standing on the large stone landing, outdoors naked in the middle of the city. The thunk of the door closing behind her, increased her feeling of vulnerability, reminding her of the first time she had stepped out of the safety of a building into the great outdoors, naked. She could not believe it was less than 48 hours from the time she had made that original step. Once again she was exposed to the entire world, naked, vulnerable and alone. Bloody hell, she was alone. Just as had happened exiting the school, the others, the fortunate clothed, had reached the bottom of the great stone staircase, and were starting along the sidewalk. Catherine stumbled forward, and started down the steps. She could not help reliving the other moment, comparing it to this one. At least this time she was not stepping out into a cold drizzle, but rather into the warm Sunday afternoon sunlight. However, she was not here stepping into the park-like grounds of the school, but into the middle of a busy city. She looked around and realized that there were far fewer people looking at her out here than there had been in the Westwere exhibit, yet she felt far more naked, far more exposed, as she caught up to the family striding along the sidewalk, than she had in the gallery. Catherine was so caught up in her thoughts that she had not noticed that they had turned away from the parking lot and the safety of the car.
"Since it's nearly a quarter to two, and you girls haven't had lunch yet, I think we should stop for something fairly quick. We're having our Sunday dinner tonight, so I think just soup and sandwich should be about right." Catherine couldn't help but catch the echo of Miss Copoletta's "You will all be having soup, a sandwich, milk and a dessert" from their previous visit. She was surprised when she realized that Mr. O'Brien, had made his statement just as they arrived at the restaurant from last week, and he ushered them into the patio area. She was not surprised when she found that she and Suzy had been ushered to the same table they had been forced to use by Jackie, a table for two situated right against the railing by the sidewalk.
Catherine pulled out the chair from under the table and sat down, the steel chair very cold on her bare ass, realizing that she would be fully visible in just her shoes and socks to anyone walking or driving by. Suzy sat in the chair across from her, and Catherine was again struck by the parallel to that day a few weeks ago when the two of them had sat at this same table, in the same chairs. Of course it was Suzy's parents, not Jackie and Jenny who were seated at the neighboring table; but, on the other hand in both cases it was those who had made them sit at this particular table. And, of course it was Suzy who was naked and Catherine who was fully clothed that day, the opposite of today. And finally, Catherine knew her mother would not pass by and see her in this humiliating position. Suzy saw Catherine shiver, and marveled at the motion that shiver imparted to her bare breasts, even as she wondered how much of the shiver was due to the coldness of the chair, and how much to the realization that she would be sitting naked in public right by the sidewalk and street for at least another half hour; both feelings she remembered only too well from her last time there.
"I'm sorry, Catherine," Suzy whispered, pitching the words so low her parents would not be able to hear. "My father was always a bit of a practical joker, and I bet he planned to bring me along this route long before he knew you would be punished. He would think it a real hoot to make me retrace the steps I took when naked." She blushed at the memory of that embarrassing day, and Catherine saw Suzy's father smile at the sight, so she knew that Suzy was right, at least in part.
"It's all right," she whispered back, blushing in her turn at what she was about to say. "I know it wasn't your fault. He could have changed his mind when he knew I would be here naked, but he probably thinks it is funny to make me follow in your footsteps, dressed exactly as you were. Besides, don't tell anyone..." Suzy nodded quickly in a mute promise to her friend. "I actually find it kind of exciting; maybe even more exciting than embarrassing, though not by much." Suzy looked shocked at this statement, but said nothing. "It's not that strange," Catherine continued, adding as the waiter turned from the parents' table to theirs. "Just accept it for now, we'll talk about it tonight, OK?"
They gave their orders to the very attentive young man, and each of them ordered exactly what they had eaten the last time they were at this restaurant. They each knew what the other was doing, and started giggling, which again imparted a subtle motion to Catharine's naked breasts, a motion that the waiter found most fascinating, his ogling causing Catherine to blush yet again, and to feel the chair become moist beneath her, adding to the cold feeling from the metal.
The two girls chatted over the soup and sandwich, and over the dessert that followed. Catherine, hard as she tried, could not quite ignore the comments of the people passing by on the sidewalk. The comment that most humiliated her, much to her surprise, was not one of the cruder ones about her nudity, but came usually from women dressed in their Sunday best along the lines of: "Shameful, and on a Sunday, too." Somehow, this made Catherine feel that she was doing something almost blasphemous, and she worried about that. She was tremendously relieved that Suzy was there, as several of the pedestrians had recognized the uniform and she could hear them explaining the Cronenberg punishments to their friends, something she found relieved her anxiety somewhat, possibly because it shifted the responsibility for her public nudity to someone other than her.
A little more than half an hour later, they had finished their lunch, and Mr. O'Brien suggested that they should head for the theater, as they didn't want to be late. Catherine immediately said she had to use the ladies' room, and at a nod from Mrs. O'Brien the two girls headed off. Catherine noticed that the patio had far more people now than it had had when they had arrived. She wondered how many had stopped because they had seen a naked girl there and how many would have stopped there anyway.
Suzy was following Catherine, and she noticed the sheen of moisture on the buns and thighs of her friend as she walked through the restaurant to the washrooms, which were, as both remembered, at the very back. Each girl immediately slipped into a stall, and relieved herself. Suzy was finished first and had finished washing her hands by the time Catherine stepped out of her stall. Suzy could see that Catherine had dried herself off, but there was still a shiny residue on her thighs and buttocks. Suzy quickly grabbed a paper towel and dampened it with warm water, adding just a touch of soap.
"If you don't want everyone else to know just how excited you get, you'd better let me clean you up a bit." Catherine froze in the middle of washing her hands, blushed truly scarlet, and nodded, too startled to say anything. Suzy quickly ran the damp towel over Catherine's buns then down her thighs. She could see the muscles tense as the paper passed over the private area, and felt herself respond to her friend's emotion. She tried to keep her breath level as she ran the damp towel up each inner thigh and particularly as she slid it gently over the engorged lips, and reveled in Catherine's gasp of emotion as they were touched.
Suzy quickly disposed of the paper towel, and dampened another, this time with no soap. She ran this towel over the same areas she had just done with the other towel. Once the rinse was finished she threw that towel into the rubbish bin as well; then, feeling that a dry paper towel would be too rough, reached into a stall and pulled out a long strip of toilet paper, which she folded up and used to dry her friend's thighs, then her buttocks and finally her vagina, which for some reason seemed to be far damper than the other places she had washed.
"We'd better get going," Suzy gasped, surprised at how aroused she had become from touching her naked friend, an arousal that had not occurred Friday night, "before my mother comes in to get us." Catherine shivered at the thought that she might have been caught in a compromising position with her young friend. She had long since finished washing her hands, but had not moved from the sink as she was being so delightfully cleaned. She quickly dried her hands and the two youngsters headed back out to the patio.
"Thank God your parents don't know how exciting I find this exposure," she muttered to Suzy as they passed through the restaurant. "I'm sure they wouldn't let you be my friend if they knew."
She might have been even more worried if she had been able to hear the parents talking after the youngsters had left.
"I'm not sure that Cronenberg policies are going to work as a deterrent for Catherine," Mr. O'Brien had commented to his wife. "She seems to enjoy the punishment too much for it to be completely effective."
"We'll just have to watch our daughter, to see how she's affected by her friend's reactions," replied his wife. They sat silent after that exchange, until they saw the girls step back out of the restaurant. The two adults rose and headed across the patio to the gate, and the girls met them there.
Once again, Catherine found herself on the sidewalk, walking away from the car, naked but for shoes and socks. At the next corner, they crossed the boulevard and continued down the side street for three blocks, stopping at each cross street at a red light. She found herself exposed to passing cars even more while waiting at these lights, and the pace Mr. O'Brien had adopted just happened to bring them to the corner as the light was turning red. The next block brought them to the theater, but they had to cross both streets to get there, and the many people lined up at the box office noticed the naked girl approaching. She climbed the steps to the main door followed by a hail of cries and comments, blushing at the attention.
Unfortunately for her, the front doors were locked, so the four of them walked over to the box office for further information, bringing her closer to the gawking crowd. The ticket seller indicated that they should go around to the stage door behind the building. This took Catherine past the rest of the ticket-buyers, and she kept blushing at their more than frank comments about her nudity. Once they had turned down the continuation of the street they had been on earlier, she gave a sigh of relief that she was now out of sight of the crowd. It was only a matter of minutes before they had turned the next corner and found the lane that led to the stage entrance. Mr. O'Brien rang the bell, and the door was opened almost immediately.
After the family had viewed the exhibit carefully, Suzy laughing and joking with her parents as she reveled in being at this special showing fully clothed this time, they collected Catherine and headed out through the great lobby. Catherine was surprised to see that it was now after 1:30; she had been so lost in her feelings that the time had flown past.
She was a couple of steps behind the others as they stepped out of the large front door of the art gallery. A deep breath and two painful steps forward, and Catherine was standing on the large stone landing, outdoors naked in the middle of the city. The thunk of the door closing behind her, increased her feeling of vulnerability, reminding her of the first time she had stepped out of the safety of a building into the great outdoors, naked. She could not believe it was less than 48 hours from the time she had made that original step. Once again she was exposed to the entire world, naked, vulnerable and alone. Bloody hell, she was alone. Just as had happened exiting the school, the others, the fortunate clothed, had reached the bottom of the great stone staircase, and were starting along the sidewalk. Catherine stumbled forward, and started down the steps. She could not help reliving the other moment, comparing it to this one. At least this time she was not stepping out into a cold drizzle, but rather into the warm Sunday afternoon sunlight. However, she was not here stepping into the park-like grounds of the school, but into the middle of a busy city. She looked around and realized that there were far fewer people looking at her out here than there had been in the Westwere exhibit, yet she felt far more naked, far more exposed, as she caught up to the family striding along the sidewalk, than she had in the gallery. Catherine was so caught up in her thoughts that she had not noticed that they had turned away from the parking lot and the safety of the car.
"Since it's nearly a quarter to two, and you girls haven't had lunch yet, I think we should stop for something fairly quick. We're having our Sunday dinner tonight, so I think just soup and sandwich should be about right." Catherine couldn't help but catch the echo of Miss Copoletta's "You will all be having soup, a sandwich, milk and a dessert" from their previous visit. She was surprised when she realized that Mr. O'Brien, had made his statement just as they arrived at the restaurant from last week, and he ushered them into the patio area. She was not surprised when she found that she and Suzy had been ushered to the same table they had been forced to use by Jackie, a table for two situated right against the railing by the sidewalk.
Catherine pulled out the chair from under the table and sat down, the steel chair very cold on her bare ass, realizing that she would be fully visible in just her shoes and socks to anyone walking or driving by. Suzy sat in the chair across from her, and Catherine was again struck by the parallel to that day a few weeks ago when the two of them had sat at this same table, in the same chairs. Of course it was Suzy's parents, not Jackie and Jenny who were seated at the neighboring table; but, on the other hand in both cases it was those who had made them sit at this particular table. And, of course it was Suzy who was naked and Catherine who was fully clothed that day, the opposite of today. And finally, Catherine knew her mother would not pass by and see her in this humiliating position. Suzy saw Catherine shiver, and marveled at the motion that shiver imparted to her bare breasts, even as she wondered how much of the shiver was due to the coldness of the chair, and how much to the realization that she would be sitting naked in public right by the sidewalk and street for at least another half hour; both feelings she remembered only too well from her last time there.
"I'm sorry, Catherine," Suzy whispered, pitching the words so low her parents would not be able to hear. "My father was always a bit of a practical joker, and I bet he planned to bring me along this route long before he knew you would be punished. He would think it a real hoot to make me retrace the steps I took when naked." She blushed at the memory of that embarrassing day, and Catherine saw Suzy's father smile at the sight, so she knew that Suzy was right, at least in part.
"It's all right," she whispered back, blushing in her turn at what she was about to say. "I know it wasn't your fault. He could have changed his mind when he knew I would be here naked, but he probably thinks it is funny to make me follow in your footsteps, dressed exactly as you were. Besides, don't tell anyone..." Suzy nodded quickly in a mute promise to her friend. "I actually find it kind of exciting; maybe even more exciting than embarrassing, though not by much." Suzy looked shocked at this statement, but said nothing. "It's not that strange," Catherine continued, adding as the waiter turned from the parents' table to theirs. "Just accept it for now, we'll talk about it tonight, OK?"
They gave their orders to the very attentive young man, and each of them ordered exactly what they had eaten the last time they were at this restaurant. They each knew what the other was doing, and started giggling, which again imparted a subtle motion to Catharine's naked breasts, a motion that the waiter found most fascinating, his ogling causing Catherine to blush yet again, and to feel the chair become moist beneath her, adding to the cold feeling from the metal.
The two girls chatted over the soup and sandwich, and over the dessert that followed. Catherine, hard as she tried, could not quite ignore the comments of the people passing by on the sidewalk. The comment that most humiliated her, much to her surprise, was not one of the cruder ones about her nudity, but came usually from women dressed in their Sunday best along the lines of: "Shameful, and on a Sunday, too." Somehow, this made Catherine feel that she was doing something almost blasphemous, and she worried about that. She was tremendously relieved that Suzy was there, as several of the pedestrians had recognized the uniform and she could hear them explaining the Cronenberg punishments to their friends, something she found relieved her anxiety somewhat, possibly because it shifted the responsibility for her public nudity to someone other than her.
A little more than half an hour later, they had finished their lunch, and Mr. O'Brien suggested that they should head for the theater, as they didn't want to be late. Catherine immediately said she had to use the ladies' room, and at a nod from Mrs. O'Brien the two girls headed off. Catherine noticed that the patio had far more people now than it had had when they had arrived. She wondered how many had stopped because they had seen a naked girl there and how many would have stopped there anyway.
Suzy was following Catherine, and she noticed the sheen of moisture on the buns and thighs of her friend as she walked through the restaurant to the washrooms, which were, as both remembered, at the very back. Each girl immediately slipped into a stall, and relieved herself. Suzy was finished first and had finished washing her hands by the time Catherine stepped out of her stall. Suzy could see that Catherine had dried herself off, but there was still a shiny residue on her thighs and buttocks. Suzy quickly grabbed a paper towel and dampened it with warm water, adding just a touch of soap.
"If you don't want everyone else to know just how excited you get, you'd better let me clean you up a bit." Catherine froze in the middle of washing her hands, blushed truly scarlet, and nodded, too startled to say anything. Suzy quickly ran the damp towel over Catherine's buns then down her thighs. She could see the muscles tense as the paper passed over the private area, and felt herself respond to her friend's emotion. She tried to keep her breath level as she ran the damp towel up each inner thigh and particularly as she slid it gently over the engorged lips, and reveled in Catherine's gasp of emotion as they were touched.
Suzy quickly disposed of the paper towel, and dampened another, this time with no soap. She ran this towel over the same areas she had just done with the other towel. Once the rinse was finished she threw that towel into the rubbish bin as well; then, feeling that a dry paper towel would be too rough, reached into a stall and pulled out a long strip of toilet paper, which she folded up and used to dry her friend's thighs, then her buttocks and finally her vagina, which for some reason seemed to be far damper than the other places she had washed.
"We'd better get going," Suzy gasped, surprised at how aroused she had become from touching her naked friend, an arousal that had not occurred Friday night, "before my mother comes in to get us." Catherine shivered at the thought that she might have been caught in a compromising position with her young friend. She had long since finished washing her hands, but had not moved from the sink as she was being so delightfully cleaned. She quickly dried her hands and the two youngsters headed back out to the patio.
"Thank God your parents don't know how exciting I find this exposure," she muttered to Suzy as they passed through the restaurant. "I'm sure they wouldn't let you be my friend if they knew."
She might have been even more worried if she had been able to hear the parents talking after the youngsters had left.
"I'm not sure that Cronenberg policies are going to work as a deterrent for Catherine," Mr. O'Brien had commented to his wife. "She seems to enjoy the punishment too much for it to be completely effective."
"We'll just have to watch our daughter, to see how she's affected by her friend's reactions," replied his wife. They sat silent after that exchange, until they saw the girls step back out of the restaurant. The two adults rose and headed across the patio to the gate, and the girls met them there.
Once again, Catherine found herself on the sidewalk, walking away from the car, naked but for shoes and socks. At the next corner, they crossed the boulevard and continued down the side street for three blocks, stopping at each cross street at a red light. She found herself exposed to passing cars even more while waiting at these lights, and the pace Mr. O'Brien had adopted just happened to bring them to the corner as the light was turning red. The next block brought them to the theater, but they had to cross both streets to get there, and the many people lined up at the box office noticed the naked girl approaching. She climbed the steps to the main door followed by a hail of cries and comments, blushing at the attention.
Unfortunately for her, the front doors were locked, so the four of them walked over to the box office for further information, bringing her closer to the gawking crowd. The ticket seller indicated that they should go around to the stage door behind the building. This took Catherine past the rest of the ticket-buyers, and she kept blushing at their more than frank comments about her nudity. Once they had turned down the continuation of the street they had been on earlier, she gave a sigh of relief that she was now out of sight of the crowd. It was only a matter of minutes before they had turned the next corner and found the lane that led to the stage entrance. Mr. O'Brien rang the bell, and the door was opened almost immediately.
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Re: CA/Catherine The Great (by dah) (Ch 18 04/18/25)
Catherine the Great, Chapter 19 - The Big Rehearsal
The old man who was on duty here today had felt that this was his lucky day, or more exactly his lucky weekend. Yesterday there had been five school casts and crews arrive: one boys' school, two co-ed and two girls' schools, which meant that all but one of the arrivals had included several good-looking young ladies for him to watch. Since he only had to be at the door for the twenty minutes surrounding each assigned start time at most, and usually much less than that as the groups arrived and left together, he was able to wander back and watch all these nubile young things as they trod the boards or worked backstage. His only regret was that he was unable to access the changing rooms and so could not see them naked.
Today he had already had two coed schools and a boys' school, and had admitted all but two from the current girls' school, one called Cronenberg School for Girls. When the bell rang he hurried to open the door, as he wanted to go watch the young ladies backstage. When he pulled the door open he was astonished to see two adults, one young lady in the uniform of the Cronenberg School and one naked girl, wearing only the dark shoes and socks of the uniform. And he had thought yesterday was a great day. He drank in the sight in front of him, dark shoes , white knee-length socks, two firm white thighs mounting to broad curved hips, two flushed moist lips surmounted by the sweetest thickest mass of pubic hair, gloriously red and shaped exactly like a valentine heart. His own heart skipped a beat at the sight of this, but after a very brief pause he rased his eyes to a slim waist with a belly button right in the center, an innie, a rib cage that heaved with each breath the girl took, two large breasts, D-cup if he was any judge, capped by large areolae, very dark by comparison with the white skin, and equally dark nipples hardening and growing under his gaze. Another pause to enjoy this normally hidden area, then up again to a slender neck and an outstanding face, high cheekbones, red lips, brilliant green eyes, all framed by a true mane of auburn curls. He had not seen many women more beautiful than this youngster would have seemed clothed, the beauty of this naked Venus simply took his breath away.
"... to see Miss Copoletta, the teacher." The old man realized he had missed the beginning of the man's statement, but simply held open the door and watched the four enter. He noticed that the clothed girl was also very pretty. He would be keeping an eye on her as well today. After closing and locking the door, he ushered the party through several backstage corridors, then through a couple of sets of doors into the front of the auditorium where Jackie and Miss Copoletta were standing about ten rows back, looking at the stage and giving directions where to place the various props.
"Oh, good," exclaimed Miss Copoletta, and strode down to the front row, "I see we're all here now."
Mrs. O'Brien opened her purse and pulled out a chain with a small enameled ball attached. "Here is the watch my husband promised. Should I give it to you, or is one of the girls handling props?"
"Ellie's our wardrobe mistress, and takes care of anything that is to be worn. Jackie, can you go get her, now?"
Jackie had been standing back a bit so she could study Catherine's reaction to the frank stares of the old doorman, and had noticed the signs of arousal growing as Catherine studied the huge hall, thinking what it would be like if she had to be naked on stage. Jackie had been smiling at the signs she saw, and as she skipped off to find Ellie, she was still smiling -- a not altogether nice smile either.
Catherine actually shivered as she thought of what it would be like to be naked in front of an audience of over two thousand -- that's over four thousand staring eyes -- thank goodness she would have finished her punishment before the actual performance. She realized suddenly that she was being ridiculous. The regulations made specific exceptions for costumes in a play and she had an assigned costume. It was her full uniform, so even if she were to be punished, she would still be clothed on stage. She wondered if maybe she was just a tad disappointed, but quickly thrust that thought from her. She realized that the O'Brien's were chatting with the teacher, and started to listen as Mr. O'Brien spoke.
"What time should we be here to pick the girls up? Mrs. O'Brien wants to head home to work on Sunday dinner as soon as we finish here, but I'll be back whenever is convenient. Five o'clock?"
"Actually we have to be out at 4:30. You see, the theater has an evening performance. Mr. Moravoss only kept the days free this weekend. This allows five plays per day starting at 8:30 in the morning with the last one finishing at 6:30 in the evening, with each play taking two hours to rehearse; a little tight but much better than nothing. But why don't we drive the girls back in the bus? We have several other day students to drop off in town, it would be no trouble to drop off these two as well."
"Thank you, that will be a help. However, our neighbors dislike large commercial vehicles on the street, particularly on Sunday, so could you just drop the girls at the end of the street, they can walk from there."
"I can't leave them there alone. However, if you like, I'll call you about five minutes before we get there, and if one of you can walk or drive down to the end of the street, I can leave them in your care. " Mr. O'Brien nodded and smiled and the teacher continued, "Good, that's settled. Ah. Ellie, these are the O'Briens, Suzy's parents -- and Suzy, shouldn't you be getting into your costume by now? -- and they are providing this watch for Catherine to wear as part of her costume. You must take very good care of it as it is only loaned and we don't want to lose anything as precious as that." Suzy had rushed off as soon as Miss Copoletta had addressed her, but Catherine had remained, as she did not have a costume with her.
"Oh, it's not that expensive," interjected Mrs. O'Brien, as she handed the watch necklace to Ellie, "although I would, of course, not wish to lose it. I think we'd better go now if we're to get supper before midnight."
There was a quick series of goodbyes and handshakes, then the old doorman led the two parents back out to the stage door so he would be sure it was locked.
"Catherine, I was going to bring a uniform for you to wear during the rehearsal, but the headmistress said that since we know it fits, and exactly what it looks like you will not be exempted from your punishment for rehearsal. The only reason a costume may be worn for rehearsal is to be sure it fits and the lighting does nothing untoward with the colors. Since those playing stagehands are wearing the uniform as well, we will use them to check the lighting, and you will just have to imagine how it feels." Catherine blushed at this announcement, but only nodded her head, not trusting herself to say anything just yet. "Ellie, why don't you put the watch on Catherine, then get back to the dressing room to be sure there are no problems."
Ellie did as the teacher suggested and then disappeared backstage. Jackie led Catherine to make-up where a minor amount of lipstick, mascara and rouge was applied to her face, and her hair was dusted slightly with glitter to add shimmering highlights. As soon as this was done, Jackie took her back to the stage and showed her exactly where she was to place the two tables and six chairs at the beginning of the play and where they were currently set up. This only took a couple of minutes, then Catherine stood in the wings while Jackie popped back to the dressing room to see if the rest of the cast were ready. Apparently they were as she returned almost immediately, pausing a moment to tell Ellie that they would be starting the rehearsal in exactly two minutes, stopping at the stage phone to notify the lighting people to be ready, and then dashing off the front of the stage to join Miss Copoletta in the audience.
Almost immediately Suzy appeared, dressed as the sixteen-year-old Emily. "You'll be great, Catherine. Just ignore your nudity and pretend it's the real night. You know the play, just act it."
Catherine smiled at her anxious friend, and was about to reply when a shout came from the audience: "OK. Let's go." Catherine squeezed Suzy's arm, smiled, picked up one of the tables there and carried it out onto the stage, placing it stage left. As she walked back to the wings she saw the stagehands -- other schoolgirls dressed in their Cronenberg uniforms -- in both wings ready to shove out the scenery on cue. She picked up the three stacked chairs, carried them on stage and placed the three of them individually behind the table she had just set up.
Once this was done, she repeated the actions on the other side of the stage. She then placed a bench stage left. It wasn't until she carried the bench out that the auditorium lights started to go down. She had not been able to help looking out at the empty auditorium, empty except for Miss Copoletta seated in the tenth row, just beside the center aisle. The number of seats seemed to be much greater now that she was on stage, and she felt herself becoming aroused as she imagined all those seats full with wide-eyed people staring at her. Once she had finished setting the stage, she walked over to stand leaning against the proscenium pillar stage right, looking out at the audience as the lights finally dimmed fully. Then she watched Jackie walk down the center aisle, shining a flashlight at the floor, simulating a late arrival. Jackie had promised a "shill", one of her friends, would hold back and enter after the lights were off, to ensure she had someone to look at. As soon as Jackie sat down in the seat behind Miss Copoletta, she began her first lines, still aroused at the idea of an audience out there, trying hard to keep her voice under control.
Catherine was too far away to see Jackie's face clearly in the dark, and she had deliberately chosen the seat behind her teacher so that her smile, as she heard the emotion in Catherine's voice, would not be noticed.
Catherine continued her opening monologue. The five minutes she had to spend on stage alone, talking directly to the audience seemed to drag for hours. When the time came for the stage manager to look at his watch, she picked up the watch pendant that was hanging between her breasts, brushing a hard nipple as she did so. As she looked at the watch face and nodded, as required by the play, she suddenly realized that the audience might not realize that the little ball was a watch, so she held it to her ear to hear the ticking, then smiled and nodded again. Eventually, the other actors were talking, and Catherine was just standing against the proscenium pillar watching them.
Finally, the first act was coming to an end and Catherine picked up one of the chairs, placed it in front of the arch facing the back of the stage, and dropped onto it. The metal was once again cold on her naked cheeks, and this chill reminded her of her nudity. Just as she had Friday night, she gasped from the cold, and blushed at the way her cunt was gaping wide, clearly visible through the back of the chair. As before, she leaned forward so her breasts slid over the cold pipe until the back of the chair was firmly pressed against her torso. As she spoke the line as they had modified it: "That's the end of the First Act, friends. You can go and smoke now, those that smoke, or get yourself a drink" she waved dismissively, and then dropped her hands to her knees, sitting with arms and legs spread wide, staring at the audience haughtily as the lights came up. Once again she could see her nipples had hardened rock hard, and her vagina was moist again. As Catherine sat there, on display, imagining what it would be like with a full house, Jackie walked forward, till she was standing right in front of her.
"OK. You will probably be there about five minutes while the audience exits. If anyone comes up, wave them away." Catherine made the dismissive gesture again. "Perfect. I will come to the back of the auditorium and signal you when it is time to exit for the intermission, so you will have to keep an eye out for me on that night. I'll go up there now and signal you so you'll know what it will look like on Friday." Catherine merely nodded, unwilling to trust her voice.
As Jackie walked to the back of the auditorium, she muttered, "She'll do well on Friday. I've never seen that much emotion that well controlled." Once she got to the back she looked around as if trying to see if enough people had left yet, then waved at Catherine. Catherine was extremely glad to get up off the cold seat and bring her legs together again. Thank goodness her skirt would hide her at the real performance. She walked up the aisle to the back of the theater where she joined Jackie who guided her out the main door. She found herself at the top of a long marble staircase almost like a movie set.
As they walked down to the lobby, Jackie indicated that she was very pleased with the extra bit of business with the watch, holding it to her ear had made sure the audience knew it was a timepiece, and she should definitely do it in the real performance. Catherine was pleased at this praise from somebody who she had never thought liked her. Once they reached the lobby, Jackie showed her which of the two bars she would patronize for a drink on credit, as Catherine would not be carrying a purse, and they didn't want coins in her uniform's pockets in case they clinked at the wrong moment.
Then Jackie led her across the lobby to the ladies' room, where they were met by the assistant makeup girl. Frankie would be too busy changing the makeup of the younger characters to match their new age, and all Catherine would need would probably be a bit of powder on her face, which the girl applied as they discussed it. Jackie then indicated that she should mingle with the audience until the first call to return to the auditorium. She was to keep close to the staircase so she could climb it before a rush started, and get back to the stage, where she would stand at her normal place by the proscenium arch. Since they were rushed for time today, they would return immediately, and start the next act almost at once.
Catherine had noticed that the old doorman had spent an inordinate amount of time in the auditorium during the first act, and as she started up the stairs she saw he was taking this opportunity to check the lobby was properly locked. She decided that it was a very strange coincidence that his duties seemed to take him where he could ogle her naked body. Jackie had also noted his presence and was carefully noting Catherine's reaction to it.
The next two acts seemed to Catherine to take even longer than the first, but eventually the rehearsal was over, the actors had changed out of their costumes, and the major props had been placed in a storage room provided for the school, since they were too large to use on the school stage for rehearsals. Just before they were ready to depart, the next school arrived. This particular school was the most distant one from the city, and in a direction away from the school, so most of them had no idea of the school's punishments. Catherine found herself the center of attention once again, and since the group had about four boys for every girl, she was the butt of many raucous comments and jokes. Jackie once again paid close attention to her enemy's reactions.
The old man who was on duty here today had felt that this was his lucky day, or more exactly his lucky weekend. Yesterday there had been five school casts and crews arrive: one boys' school, two co-ed and two girls' schools, which meant that all but one of the arrivals had included several good-looking young ladies for him to watch. Since he only had to be at the door for the twenty minutes surrounding each assigned start time at most, and usually much less than that as the groups arrived and left together, he was able to wander back and watch all these nubile young things as they trod the boards or worked backstage. His only regret was that he was unable to access the changing rooms and so could not see them naked.
Today he had already had two coed schools and a boys' school, and had admitted all but two from the current girls' school, one called Cronenberg School for Girls. When the bell rang he hurried to open the door, as he wanted to go watch the young ladies backstage. When he pulled the door open he was astonished to see two adults, one young lady in the uniform of the Cronenberg School and one naked girl, wearing only the dark shoes and socks of the uniform. And he had thought yesterday was a great day. He drank in the sight in front of him, dark shoes , white knee-length socks, two firm white thighs mounting to broad curved hips, two flushed moist lips surmounted by the sweetest thickest mass of pubic hair, gloriously red and shaped exactly like a valentine heart. His own heart skipped a beat at the sight of this, but after a very brief pause he rased his eyes to a slim waist with a belly button right in the center, an innie, a rib cage that heaved with each breath the girl took, two large breasts, D-cup if he was any judge, capped by large areolae, very dark by comparison with the white skin, and equally dark nipples hardening and growing under his gaze. Another pause to enjoy this normally hidden area, then up again to a slender neck and an outstanding face, high cheekbones, red lips, brilliant green eyes, all framed by a true mane of auburn curls. He had not seen many women more beautiful than this youngster would have seemed clothed, the beauty of this naked Venus simply took his breath away.
"... to see Miss Copoletta, the teacher." The old man realized he had missed the beginning of the man's statement, but simply held open the door and watched the four enter. He noticed that the clothed girl was also very pretty. He would be keeping an eye on her as well today. After closing and locking the door, he ushered the party through several backstage corridors, then through a couple of sets of doors into the front of the auditorium where Jackie and Miss Copoletta were standing about ten rows back, looking at the stage and giving directions where to place the various props.
"Oh, good," exclaimed Miss Copoletta, and strode down to the front row, "I see we're all here now."
Mrs. O'Brien opened her purse and pulled out a chain with a small enameled ball attached. "Here is the watch my husband promised. Should I give it to you, or is one of the girls handling props?"
"Ellie's our wardrobe mistress, and takes care of anything that is to be worn. Jackie, can you go get her, now?"
Jackie had been standing back a bit so she could study Catherine's reaction to the frank stares of the old doorman, and had noticed the signs of arousal growing as Catherine studied the huge hall, thinking what it would be like if she had to be naked on stage. Jackie had been smiling at the signs she saw, and as she skipped off to find Ellie, she was still smiling -- a not altogether nice smile either.
Catherine actually shivered as she thought of what it would be like to be naked in front of an audience of over two thousand -- that's over four thousand staring eyes -- thank goodness she would have finished her punishment before the actual performance. She realized suddenly that she was being ridiculous. The regulations made specific exceptions for costumes in a play and she had an assigned costume. It was her full uniform, so even if she were to be punished, she would still be clothed on stage. She wondered if maybe she was just a tad disappointed, but quickly thrust that thought from her. She realized that the O'Brien's were chatting with the teacher, and started to listen as Mr. O'Brien spoke.
"What time should we be here to pick the girls up? Mrs. O'Brien wants to head home to work on Sunday dinner as soon as we finish here, but I'll be back whenever is convenient. Five o'clock?"
"Actually we have to be out at 4:30. You see, the theater has an evening performance. Mr. Moravoss only kept the days free this weekend. This allows five plays per day starting at 8:30 in the morning with the last one finishing at 6:30 in the evening, with each play taking two hours to rehearse; a little tight but much better than nothing. But why don't we drive the girls back in the bus? We have several other day students to drop off in town, it would be no trouble to drop off these two as well."
"Thank you, that will be a help. However, our neighbors dislike large commercial vehicles on the street, particularly on Sunday, so could you just drop the girls at the end of the street, they can walk from there."
"I can't leave them there alone. However, if you like, I'll call you about five minutes before we get there, and if one of you can walk or drive down to the end of the street, I can leave them in your care. " Mr. O'Brien nodded and smiled and the teacher continued, "Good, that's settled. Ah. Ellie, these are the O'Briens, Suzy's parents -- and Suzy, shouldn't you be getting into your costume by now? -- and they are providing this watch for Catherine to wear as part of her costume. You must take very good care of it as it is only loaned and we don't want to lose anything as precious as that." Suzy had rushed off as soon as Miss Copoletta had addressed her, but Catherine had remained, as she did not have a costume with her.
"Oh, it's not that expensive," interjected Mrs. O'Brien, as she handed the watch necklace to Ellie, "although I would, of course, not wish to lose it. I think we'd better go now if we're to get supper before midnight."
There was a quick series of goodbyes and handshakes, then the old doorman led the two parents back out to the stage door so he would be sure it was locked.
"Catherine, I was going to bring a uniform for you to wear during the rehearsal, but the headmistress said that since we know it fits, and exactly what it looks like you will not be exempted from your punishment for rehearsal. The only reason a costume may be worn for rehearsal is to be sure it fits and the lighting does nothing untoward with the colors. Since those playing stagehands are wearing the uniform as well, we will use them to check the lighting, and you will just have to imagine how it feels." Catherine blushed at this announcement, but only nodded her head, not trusting herself to say anything just yet. "Ellie, why don't you put the watch on Catherine, then get back to the dressing room to be sure there are no problems."
Ellie did as the teacher suggested and then disappeared backstage. Jackie led Catherine to make-up where a minor amount of lipstick, mascara and rouge was applied to her face, and her hair was dusted slightly with glitter to add shimmering highlights. As soon as this was done, Jackie took her back to the stage and showed her exactly where she was to place the two tables and six chairs at the beginning of the play and where they were currently set up. This only took a couple of minutes, then Catherine stood in the wings while Jackie popped back to the dressing room to see if the rest of the cast were ready. Apparently they were as she returned almost immediately, pausing a moment to tell Ellie that they would be starting the rehearsal in exactly two minutes, stopping at the stage phone to notify the lighting people to be ready, and then dashing off the front of the stage to join Miss Copoletta in the audience.
Almost immediately Suzy appeared, dressed as the sixteen-year-old Emily. "You'll be great, Catherine. Just ignore your nudity and pretend it's the real night. You know the play, just act it."
Catherine smiled at her anxious friend, and was about to reply when a shout came from the audience: "OK. Let's go." Catherine squeezed Suzy's arm, smiled, picked up one of the tables there and carried it out onto the stage, placing it stage left. As she walked back to the wings she saw the stagehands -- other schoolgirls dressed in their Cronenberg uniforms -- in both wings ready to shove out the scenery on cue. She picked up the three stacked chairs, carried them on stage and placed the three of them individually behind the table she had just set up.
Once this was done, she repeated the actions on the other side of the stage. She then placed a bench stage left. It wasn't until she carried the bench out that the auditorium lights started to go down. She had not been able to help looking out at the empty auditorium, empty except for Miss Copoletta seated in the tenth row, just beside the center aisle. The number of seats seemed to be much greater now that she was on stage, and she felt herself becoming aroused as she imagined all those seats full with wide-eyed people staring at her. Once she had finished setting the stage, she walked over to stand leaning against the proscenium pillar stage right, looking out at the audience as the lights finally dimmed fully. Then she watched Jackie walk down the center aisle, shining a flashlight at the floor, simulating a late arrival. Jackie had promised a "shill", one of her friends, would hold back and enter after the lights were off, to ensure she had someone to look at. As soon as Jackie sat down in the seat behind Miss Copoletta, she began her first lines, still aroused at the idea of an audience out there, trying hard to keep her voice under control.
Catherine was too far away to see Jackie's face clearly in the dark, and she had deliberately chosen the seat behind her teacher so that her smile, as she heard the emotion in Catherine's voice, would not be noticed.
Catherine continued her opening monologue. The five minutes she had to spend on stage alone, talking directly to the audience seemed to drag for hours. When the time came for the stage manager to look at his watch, she picked up the watch pendant that was hanging between her breasts, brushing a hard nipple as she did so. As she looked at the watch face and nodded, as required by the play, she suddenly realized that the audience might not realize that the little ball was a watch, so she held it to her ear to hear the ticking, then smiled and nodded again. Eventually, the other actors were talking, and Catherine was just standing against the proscenium pillar watching them.
Finally, the first act was coming to an end and Catherine picked up one of the chairs, placed it in front of the arch facing the back of the stage, and dropped onto it. The metal was once again cold on her naked cheeks, and this chill reminded her of her nudity. Just as she had Friday night, she gasped from the cold, and blushed at the way her cunt was gaping wide, clearly visible through the back of the chair. As before, she leaned forward so her breasts slid over the cold pipe until the back of the chair was firmly pressed against her torso. As she spoke the line as they had modified it: "That's the end of the First Act, friends. You can go and smoke now, those that smoke, or get yourself a drink" she waved dismissively, and then dropped her hands to her knees, sitting with arms and legs spread wide, staring at the audience haughtily as the lights came up. Once again she could see her nipples had hardened rock hard, and her vagina was moist again. As Catherine sat there, on display, imagining what it would be like with a full house, Jackie walked forward, till she was standing right in front of her.
"OK. You will probably be there about five minutes while the audience exits. If anyone comes up, wave them away." Catherine made the dismissive gesture again. "Perfect. I will come to the back of the auditorium and signal you when it is time to exit for the intermission, so you will have to keep an eye out for me on that night. I'll go up there now and signal you so you'll know what it will look like on Friday." Catherine merely nodded, unwilling to trust her voice.
As Jackie walked to the back of the auditorium, she muttered, "She'll do well on Friday. I've never seen that much emotion that well controlled." Once she got to the back she looked around as if trying to see if enough people had left yet, then waved at Catherine. Catherine was extremely glad to get up off the cold seat and bring her legs together again. Thank goodness her skirt would hide her at the real performance. She walked up the aisle to the back of the theater where she joined Jackie who guided her out the main door. She found herself at the top of a long marble staircase almost like a movie set.
As they walked down to the lobby, Jackie indicated that she was very pleased with the extra bit of business with the watch, holding it to her ear had made sure the audience knew it was a timepiece, and she should definitely do it in the real performance. Catherine was pleased at this praise from somebody who she had never thought liked her. Once they reached the lobby, Jackie showed her which of the two bars she would patronize for a drink on credit, as Catherine would not be carrying a purse, and they didn't want coins in her uniform's pockets in case they clinked at the wrong moment.
Then Jackie led her across the lobby to the ladies' room, where they were met by the assistant makeup girl. Frankie would be too busy changing the makeup of the younger characters to match their new age, and all Catherine would need would probably be a bit of powder on her face, which the girl applied as they discussed it. Jackie then indicated that she should mingle with the audience until the first call to return to the auditorium. She was to keep close to the staircase so she could climb it before a rush started, and get back to the stage, where she would stand at her normal place by the proscenium arch. Since they were rushed for time today, they would return immediately, and start the next act almost at once.
Catherine had noticed that the old doorman had spent an inordinate amount of time in the auditorium during the first act, and as she started up the stairs she saw he was taking this opportunity to check the lobby was properly locked. She decided that it was a very strange coincidence that his duties seemed to take him where he could ogle her naked body. Jackie had also noted his presence and was carefully noting Catherine's reaction to it.
The next two acts seemed to Catherine to take even longer than the first, but eventually the rehearsal was over, the actors had changed out of their costumes, and the major props had been placed in a storage room provided for the school, since they were too large to use on the school stage for rehearsals. Just before they were ready to depart, the next school arrived. This particular school was the most distant one from the city, and in a direction away from the school, so most of them had no idea of the school's punishments. Catherine found herself the center of attention once again, and since the group had about four boys for every girl, she was the butt of many raucous comments and jokes. Jackie once again paid close attention to her enemy's reactions.
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Re: CA/Catherine The Great (by dah) (Ch 19 04/22/25)
Catherine the Great, Chapter 20 - Monday, Monday
The break before the second last class of the day was almost over. Catherine was thinking happily to herself, "Just two more classes, the rehearsal and supper, and I will be able to be dressed before I appear in public again." She was surprisingly happy as she thought back over the three days of her exposure; the last class Friday, the rehearsal following that, being driven to Suzy's via her brother's school, the Friday night dinner, charades, Saturday shopping, the soccer game, church, the visit to the museum and lunch on a public patio, the rehearsal that afternoon, her exposure to the cast and crew from the other school, the bus ride home, Sunday dinner, and today's classes, all naked. After that extraordinary weekend, she found being nude in class almost a breeze, although she was still embarrassed by her constant nakedness.
She also thought back to the three nights she had spent curled up in bed with her friend Suzy. She was such a sweet young girl, and very sensuous. Catherine was sure she had planted the seeds that might lead to a physical relationship between the two of them. She had enjoyed bathing Suzy, and she was certain Suzy had enjoyed washing her, almost as much as she had enjoyed Suzy's touch.
Last night had been the pinnacle of her weekend. She remembered the bus ride home, sitting in the aisle seat third from the front, while Suzy took the window, discussing their parts in the play. Jackie and Jenny had been in the seat behind them, and Jackie had commented, and most favorably, on their performances, even while she suggested a couple of minor changes to improve the younger girl's interpretation. As had been previously arranged, they were dropped off at the end of Suzy's street, where Mr. O'Brien was waiting. Once the bus had started away, Mr. O'Brien walked quickly back to his house, the girls following at a much slower pace, each with an arm around the other's waist, enjoying the cool evening air. The brisk breeze on her naked skin, her nudity emphasized by the feel of her friend's jacket on that same skin, was not chilling, but rather invigorating, raising only two points, not thousands of goose bumps.
However, if Catherine could have heard Jackie after she got off the bus, she might not have been quite as nonchalant today. As the bus pulled away, she was gazing out the window at the two youngsters, and more particularly at the naked buns walking away. She turned to her friend Jenny who was playing Lady in a Box, and said, "Listen, do you still want to get Catherine for what happened to you yesterday?" When her friend nodded vigorously, She lowered her voice and said, "Here's what we'll do tomorrow."
Catherine continued to reminisce about how she had enjoyed the dinner, a roast chicken this time, and how Mrs. McCready had once again caught her husband enjoying the view of her at table, her breasts thrust toward the window, and had pulled her curtains to with an even sharper snap than Friday. After dinner the whole family had gathered in the living room and talked, an event the Catherine found strange but delightful. She was not used to seeing a family spend that much time together without TV or a video; but the two adults told great stories of their youth, and the youngsters tried their best to tell entertaining stories of their own lives. She had told them in detail of her troubles back in England, after a promise from all of them that the stories would go no further.
But soon the three youngsters headed off to bed. Catherine remembered the time spent curled up with Suzy in the four-poster bed under a sheet, the thin drapes of the bed closed, giving them a very private area to gossip in. It was then that Catherine had explained to Suzy just how the public nudity affected her. Suzy found the humiliation part easy to understand; she knew that feeling only too well after her afternoon of nakedness. However, the concept of getting a sexual arousal from this same exposure was a little more difficult as it was a feeling she did not share at all. She knew sexual arousal all right, but the idea that it could happen while flaunting your body was strange.
Catherine then told her of the trip to the mall with her mother, and Suzy watched her friend's nipples harden as she recounted each embarrassing moment of that long morning. Finally she was forced to accept that it was happening to Catherine, and admitted to Catherine that she found it a bit weird, but she loved her so much, that it would take far more than that to make her leave. At this statement Catherine kissed her young friend on the mouth, the first time she had done so, and Suzy, rather than pull back returned the kiss and the two hugged each other. Eventually the pair had fallen asleep still wrapped in each other's arms. Catherine smiled as she remembered the night and the shared bath this morning, an enhanced version of the previous one they had taken, each gently but sensuously washing the other.
"Well, if it isn't the English crybaby." Catherine looked up to see Jenny's sneering face just in front of her with Frankie beside her. "The crybaby daughter of a weakling mother." Catherine clenched her jaw at the repeat of the slur that got her into this mess in the first place. She was not going to let it get the best of her this time, and turned to leave.
"But what can you expect from a nation like that. They were being beaten by Hitler till we arrived to help them. Hell, they're such cowards that when they run away like at Dunkirk they celebrate the retreat."
Catherine could not let this slur on her country pass without comment. She knew about Dunkirk; several of her relatives had died there, or on the rescue boats, including one of her grandfathers, one she had never known because of his bravery. Her other grandfather had lost a leg manning a small boat in the retreat. She knew his bravery, although he had never made a big thing of it, always talking about the others. She turned back to tell Jenny the facts, but the sneer on her face was just too much, a red rage engulfed her, and once again her hand moved before she even thought about it. Only this time, she did not slap the grinning face in front of her, she let fly with a punch to the solar plexus, a punch with all her weight behind it. She looked in amazement at the girl stretched out on the floor.
Catherine's punch had been right on the button, and for a few seconds Jenny's chest was paralyzed. Afraid she had killed the girl, Catherine dropped to her knees beside her trying to think what was the correct first aid in a case like this. The headmistress had been too far away to hear what was said, but she had seen the punch, and she flew over to the downed girl. Just as she knelt beside the prostrate Jenny, she heard her take a weak, reedy breath.
"You, get the nurse at once. You, to my office and wait there." Frankie ran towards the nurse's office immediately, but Catherine was too stunned by what she had done to think of moving.
"Will she be all right?" Catherine's voice was pitiful to hear, the fear was so strong.
The headmistress caught the emotion, but was to involved with the injured girl to worry about the other and merely repeated in an even harder voice, "Go to my office at once and wait there!"
With a sob, Catherine got to her feet and dragged herself to the office, where she waited, pacing up and down the narrow space in front of the desk, her nudity forgotten; all she could think of was her fellow student, injured, perhaps killed, by her own hand. Neither she nor the headmistress could know it, but this was a tuning point for Catherine. She had been so frightened by the consequences of her actions that she would never again lose her temper in that red rage. From now on, her anger would be controlled. But she did not know this yet.
More than three quarters of an hour had passed when the headmistress entered the room.
"Ma'am, is Jenny going to be all right?"
The headmistress took her seat and told Catherine to sit as well.
"Please, you must tell me, is she going to be all right? She won't die, will she?"
The woman looked at the tears brimming in the eyes of the youngster seated across from her. "No, she won't die." She half smiled as the girl relaxed, her worst fears unfounded. "She won't even be hospitalized. But it could have been much worse." Again she scrutinized the pupil; a nod of agreement, a deep breath from relief, eyes not quite as tear filled as before. "But... there is still the matter of your punishment. I noticed she said something to you before you struck her. Do you want to tell me what she said, either to get her punished or to mitigate your own actions."
"No, ma'am, there can be no excuse for what I did. And nothing she said could warrant almost dying. If anything she said deserved punishment, I am afraid I have already administered more than enough." Catherine was quite sincere in these statements. She was not thinking about the peer rule about squealing; she was truly ashamed of her actions, and a more than a little afraid of them too.
"Very well, then." The headmistress had been very pleased at Catherine's reaction. She could read the students very well after a lifetime as a teacher, and she knew Catherine was not lying when she said she did not want to excuse what she did. "When you committed this second, and worse, violent act while still being punished for the first, my first thought was to expel you." Catherine started to cry at this; she knew how bad her mother would feel if she failed here, the final hope. "However, this seemed like failure, and I don't like to fail, so I will give you one more chance. Will you now promise me that this will never happen again?"
"Ye... No." The headmistress was shocked at this reply, but before she could speak, Catherine continued. "I want to promise you that, but I can't. I did not intend to strike anyone, but my temper got the better of me both times. I will promise to try my hardest not to let it happen again, and I will do anything you suggest to help cure my bad temper, but I can't honestly promise you that it will not happen again."
The headmistress was astonished at the frankness of this answer, and pleased that the student was obviously trying to be truthful, even when she thought it might hurt her. "That will do, as I believe you truly mean it. But you must try your hardest." Catherine nodded vigorously, ecstatic that she was being given another chance. "We will arrange for someone to set up an anger management course for you, but you must keep things under control until then." Once again Catherine nodded. "Now as to your punishment. According to the memo on violence, if a student who has had the basic punishment reduced, re-offends before the end of what the basic period would have been, then in addition to any punishment for the second offence, the reduction of the first offence shall be canceled and the entire basic punishment must be served. However, I'm not going to do precisely that. Since this offence was so much worse than the previous one and you obviously learned nothing from your punishment, rather than simply reinstating the full week, I am going to add the reduced punishment to the full week. Therefore, it continues for a week from tomorrow."
Catherine shuddered at the thought of another full week naked. She had been so wanting to be dressed again, and now she was not finished, she was only one third of the way. Still that was very mild, considering she could have been expelled. She shivered again at the thought of it, then gulped and said, "That seems more than fair, ma'am."
"Good. That takes care of the slap. The memo also stipulated that the basic time for a second offence should be double the first, two weeks. But once again, due to the severity of the offence, I am going to double the actual penalty, so that the penalty for today's action is three weeks. Therefore, it will be four weeks tomorrow before you may again wear any clothing. Do you understand?"
Four more weeks. Catherine was shocked at the idea. When she next got dressed, she would have been naked for more than a month. Once again she shivered at the thought, but she drew herself up and managed to reply, "Yes ma'am, I understand. And thank you for giving me the chance to redeem myself."
"Very well, Catherine. The current period is almost over, you may wait in the main office until the bell and then continue to your final class of the day." Catherine got up automatically and walked out the door, still trying to comprehend the punishment she had been given, no, the punishment she had brought on herself.
She sat through her last class of the day, but could never have told anyone what had been discussed there. Following that class she hurried to the rehearsal, and as soon as she arrived she informed Miss Copoletta and Jackie of the new punishment. Jackie turned her head to hide the grin she could not suppress.
"However, I will still be wearing my uniform on stage Friday, won't I?" she asked.
"The costume that was specified was your full school uniform, so that is what you will be wearing," replied Jackie, and Miss Copoletta nodded her agreement. Catherine sighed with relief, as she had been afraid that they would have to recast her part, and with the short rehearsal time, the play would suffer. She would still be able to perform, despite her punishment.
Immediately following the rehearsal, when all the actors had left, Jackie spoke to Miss Copoletta about Catherine, and the teacher insisted that the two of them see the headmistress at once. The headmistress listened to Jackie's statement, and replied, "You are right. I really don't like it, but there is nothing I can do about it."
Jackie's grinned as she left the office, a grin that would put the Cheshire cat to shame.
The break before the second last class of the day was almost over. Catherine was thinking happily to herself, "Just two more classes, the rehearsal and supper, and I will be able to be dressed before I appear in public again." She was surprisingly happy as she thought back over the three days of her exposure; the last class Friday, the rehearsal following that, being driven to Suzy's via her brother's school, the Friday night dinner, charades, Saturday shopping, the soccer game, church, the visit to the museum and lunch on a public patio, the rehearsal that afternoon, her exposure to the cast and crew from the other school, the bus ride home, Sunday dinner, and today's classes, all naked. After that extraordinary weekend, she found being nude in class almost a breeze, although she was still embarrassed by her constant nakedness.
She also thought back to the three nights she had spent curled up in bed with her friend Suzy. She was such a sweet young girl, and very sensuous. Catherine was sure she had planted the seeds that might lead to a physical relationship between the two of them. She had enjoyed bathing Suzy, and she was certain Suzy had enjoyed washing her, almost as much as she had enjoyed Suzy's touch.
Last night had been the pinnacle of her weekend. She remembered the bus ride home, sitting in the aisle seat third from the front, while Suzy took the window, discussing their parts in the play. Jackie and Jenny had been in the seat behind them, and Jackie had commented, and most favorably, on their performances, even while she suggested a couple of minor changes to improve the younger girl's interpretation. As had been previously arranged, they were dropped off at the end of Suzy's street, where Mr. O'Brien was waiting. Once the bus had started away, Mr. O'Brien walked quickly back to his house, the girls following at a much slower pace, each with an arm around the other's waist, enjoying the cool evening air. The brisk breeze on her naked skin, her nudity emphasized by the feel of her friend's jacket on that same skin, was not chilling, but rather invigorating, raising only two points, not thousands of goose bumps.
However, if Catherine could have heard Jackie after she got off the bus, she might not have been quite as nonchalant today. As the bus pulled away, she was gazing out the window at the two youngsters, and more particularly at the naked buns walking away. She turned to her friend Jenny who was playing Lady in a Box, and said, "Listen, do you still want to get Catherine for what happened to you yesterday?" When her friend nodded vigorously, She lowered her voice and said, "Here's what we'll do tomorrow."
Catherine continued to reminisce about how she had enjoyed the dinner, a roast chicken this time, and how Mrs. McCready had once again caught her husband enjoying the view of her at table, her breasts thrust toward the window, and had pulled her curtains to with an even sharper snap than Friday. After dinner the whole family had gathered in the living room and talked, an event the Catherine found strange but delightful. She was not used to seeing a family spend that much time together without TV or a video; but the two adults told great stories of their youth, and the youngsters tried their best to tell entertaining stories of their own lives. She had told them in detail of her troubles back in England, after a promise from all of them that the stories would go no further.
But soon the three youngsters headed off to bed. Catherine remembered the time spent curled up with Suzy in the four-poster bed under a sheet, the thin drapes of the bed closed, giving them a very private area to gossip in. It was then that Catherine had explained to Suzy just how the public nudity affected her. Suzy found the humiliation part easy to understand; she knew that feeling only too well after her afternoon of nakedness. However, the concept of getting a sexual arousal from this same exposure was a little more difficult as it was a feeling she did not share at all. She knew sexual arousal all right, but the idea that it could happen while flaunting your body was strange.
Catherine then told her of the trip to the mall with her mother, and Suzy watched her friend's nipples harden as she recounted each embarrassing moment of that long morning. Finally she was forced to accept that it was happening to Catherine, and admitted to Catherine that she found it a bit weird, but she loved her so much, that it would take far more than that to make her leave. At this statement Catherine kissed her young friend on the mouth, the first time she had done so, and Suzy, rather than pull back returned the kiss and the two hugged each other. Eventually the pair had fallen asleep still wrapped in each other's arms. Catherine smiled as she remembered the night and the shared bath this morning, an enhanced version of the previous one they had taken, each gently but sensuously washing the other.
"Well, if it isn't the English crybaby." Catherine looked up to see Jenny's sneering face just in front of her with Frankie beside her. "The crybaby daughter of a weakling mother." Catherine clenched her jaw at the repeat of the slur that got her into this mess in the first place. She was not going to let it get the best of her this time, and turned to leave.
"But what can you expect from a nation like that. They were being beaten by Hitler till we arrived to help them. Hell, they're such cowards that when they run away like at Dunkirk they celebrate the retreat."
Catherine could not let this slur on her country pass without comment. She knew about Dunkirk; several of her relatives had died there, or on the rescue boats, including one of her grandfathers, one she had never known because of his bravery. Her other grandfather had lost a leg manning a small boat in the retreat. She knew his bravery, although he had never made a big thing of it, always talking about the others. She turned back to tell Jenny the facts, but the sneer on her face was just too much, a red rage engulfed her, and once again her hand moved before she even thought about it. Only this time, she did not slap the grinning face in front of her, she let fly with a punch to the solar plexus, a punch with all her weight behind it. She looked in amazement at the girl stretched out on the floor.
Catherine's punch had been right on the button, and for a few seconds Jenny's chest was paralyzed. Afraid she had killed the girl, Catherine dropped to her knees beside her trying to think what was the correct first aid in a case like this. The headmistress had been too far away to hear what was said, but she had seen the punch, and she flew over to the downed girl. Just as she knelt beside the prostrate Jenny, she heard her take a weak, reedy breath.
"You, get the nurse at once. You, to my office and wait there." Frankie ran towards the nurse's office immediately, but Catherine was too stunned by what she had done to think of moving.
"Will she be all right?" Catherine's voice was pitiful to hear, the fear was so strong.
The headmistress caught the emotion, but was to involved with the injured girl to worry about the other and merely repeated in an even harder voice, "Go to my office at once and wait there!"
With a sob, Catherine got to her feet and dragged herself to the office, where she waited, pacing up and down the narrow space in front of the desk, her nudity forgotten; all she could think of was her fellow student, injured, perhaps killed, by her own hand. Neither she nor the headmistress could know it, but this was a tuning point for Catherine. She had been so frightened by the consequences of her actions that she would never again lose her temper in that red rage. From now on, her anger would be controlled. But she did not know this yet.
More than three quarters of an hour had passed when the headmistress entered the room.
"Ma'am, is Jenny going to be all right?"
The headmistress took her seat and told Catherine to sit as well.
"Please, you must tell me, is she going to be all right? She won't die, will she?"
The woman looked at the tears brimming in the eyes of the youngster seated across from her. "No, she won't die." She half smiled as the girl relaxed, her worst fears unfounded. "She won't even be hospitalized. But it could have been much worse." Again she scrutinized the pupil; a nod of agreement, a deep breath from relief, eyes not quite as tear filled as before. "But... there is still the matter of your punishment. I noticed she said something to you before you struck her. Do you want to tell me what she said, either to get her punished or to mitigate your own actions."
"No, ma'am, there can be no excuse for what I did. And nothing she said could warrant almost dying. If anything she said deserved punishment, I am afraid I have already administered more than enough." Catherine was quite sincere in these statements. She was not thinking about the peer rule about squealing; she was truly ashamed of her actions, and a more than a little afraid of them too.
"Very well, then." The headmistress had been very pleased at Catherine's reaction. She could read the students very well after a lifetime as a teacher, and she knew Catherine was not lying when she said she did not want to excuse what she did. "When you committed this second, and worse, violent act while still being punished for the first, my first thought was to expel you." Catherine started to cry at this; she knew how bad her mother would feel if she failed here, the final hope. "However, this seemed like failure, and I don't like to fail, so I will give you one more chance. Will you now promise me that this will never happen again?"
"Ye... No." The headmistress was shocked at this reply, but before she could speak, Catherine continued. "I want to promise you that, but I can't. I did not intend to strike anyone, but my temper got the better of me both times. I will promise to try my hardest not to let it happen again, and I will do anything you suggest to help cure my bad temper, but I can't honestly promise you that it will not happen again."
The headmistress was astonished at the frankness of this answer, and pleased that the student was obviously trying to be truthful, even when she thought it might hurt her. "That will do, as I believe you truly mean it. But you must try your hardest." Catherine nodded vigorously, ecstatic that she was being given another chance. "We will arrange for someone to set up an anger management course for you, but you must keep things under control until then." Once again Catherine nodded. "Now as to your punishment. According to the memo on violence, if a student who has had the basic punishment reduced, re-offends before the end of what the basic period would have been, then in addition to any punishment for the second offence, the reduction of the first offence shall be canceled and the entire basic punishment must be served. However, I'm not going to do precisely that. Since this offence was so much worse than the previous one and you obviously learned nothing from your punishment, rather than simply reinstating the full week, I am going to add the reduced punishment to the full week. Therefore, it continues for a week from tomorrow."
Catherine shuddered at the thought of another full week naked. She had been so wanting to be dressed again, and now she was not finished, she was only one third of the way. Still that was very mild, considering she could have been expelled. She shivered again at the thought of it, then gulped and said, "That seems more than fair, ma'am."
"Good. That takes care of the slap. The memo also stipulated that the basic time for a second offence should be double the first, two weeks. But once again, due to the severity of the offence, I am going to double the actual penalty, so that the penalty for today's action is three weeks. Therefore, it will be four weeks tomorrow before you may again wear any clothing. Do you understand?"
Four more weeks. Catherine was shocked at the idea. When she next got dressed, she would have been naked for more than a month. Once again she shivered at the thought, but she drew herself up and managed to reply, "Yes ma'am, I understand. And thank you for giving me the chance to redeem myself."
"Very well, Catherine. The current period is almost over, you may wait in the main office until the bell and then continue to your final class of the day." Catherine got up automatically and walked out the door, still trying to comprehend the punishment she had been given, no, the punishment she had brought on herself.
She sat through her last class of the day, but could never have told anyone what had been discussed there. Following that class she hurried to the rehearsal, and as soon as she arrived she informed Miss Copoletta and Jackie of the new punishment. Jackie turned her head to hide the grin she could not suppress.
"However, I will still be wearing my uniform on stage Friday, won't I?" she asked.
"The costume that was specified was your full school uniform, so that is what you will be wearing," replied Jackie, and Miss Copoletta nodded her agreement. Catherine sighed with relief, as she had been afraid that they would have to recast her part, and with the short rehearsal time, the play would suffer. She would still be able to perform, despite her punishment.
Immediately following the rehearsal, when all the actors had left, Jackie spoke to Miss Copoletta about Catherine, and the teacher insisted that the two of them see the headmistress at once. The headmistress listened to Jackie's statement, and replied, "You are right. I really don't like it, but there is nothing I can do about it."
Jackie's grinned as she left the office, a grin that would put the Cheshire cat to shame.
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