Another fuzzy memory

[underdog_13]

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Wheel of Fortune (Part 1)
Sun May 14, 2017 9:48pm


The bell rang at Washington High. The school had changed in the wake of the infamous lockdown, with Mr. Klein’s “innovative teaching methods” hailed as revolutionary. Some teachers even decided to adopt similar approaches in their own classrooms. One in particular adored them a little more than the rest.

“Welcome, everyone, I hope you all had a wonderful lunch!” Mrs. Smith greeted her fourth-period psychology students. “We’re going to take a break from lecture today. Instead, we’ll be playing another game! This one’s called ‘Wheel of Fortune’.”

The class groaned.

“I’d rather listen to a lecture,” grumbled a buff boy in the back row named Mark.

“Mrs. Smith, you can’t do this today. I have… special circumstances. Even if we just did it tomorrow instead, that would be much better!” Jane said nervously, glancing around at her peers.

“Well, I’m sorry Jane, but I’ll have to give you a zero for this assignment if you choose not to play. I’ve decided to give today’s activity the same weight as an exam, as I believe we can learn more about psychology from real life than we can from books.” Mrs. Smith responded. She walked to a storage closet in the back of the room and rolled out a massive game-show style wheel mounted on a cafeteria milk cart. “And besides, this will be fun! Why would you want to excuse yourself from an opportunity to bond with your classmates?”

The class groaned again. Whenever Mrs. Smith wanted to break up the monotony of their school year, she would make her classes play very... unconventional games for the purpose of “psychology” or “class bonding”. They were the single greatest source of dread for the students of Washington High, but the principal always commended her for her “out-of-the-box thinking” and “hands-on approach to teaching”.

She stood at the front of the classroom and spun the cart around so that everyone could see what was written on the wheel. A chorus of complaints rose up.

“This is even worse than when we played Strip Jeopardy!” Mark shouted.

“This is going to be just… humiliating.” Daisy said, burying her face in her hands.

“Mrs. Smith, please… do we really have to do this?” Jane asked. Mrs. Smith pretended not to hear her. Jane raised her hand and spoke up louder. “Mrs. Smith?”

“Ah, it appears we have have our first volunteer! Thank you, Jane!” Mrs. Smith said, beaming. “Come on up and try your luck on the wheel!”

Jane was a girl that all of the boys couldn’t help but be attracted to, despite her flat chest that was only just beginning to develop. She had a slim body, silvery blonde hair, blue eyes, and a perky butt. She used to be a rather shy girl, but was now less so after her involvement in the legendary “Lockdown Gym Class” that would forever be cemented in Washington High lore. She looked like she might try to defy her teacher for a moment, but then thought better of it and got up from of her seat.

“Come stand over here!” Mrs. Smith excitedly motioned to the side of the wheel where the whole class could best see her. Jane approached the wheel hesitantly and put a hand on it. Her face was already red. She gave it a spin, and the entire class held their breath in suspense. It started as a breathless whirlwind of possibilities, and slowed to a steady “tick...tick....tick…” before finally revealing the girl’s fate.

Remove any one item of clothing

The redness dissipated from Jane’s face and she breathed a sigh of relief. She was wearing a sweatshirt over her top today, as luck would have it. She easily pulled her sweatshirt over her head and returned to her seat still covered by a plain white t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

“Don’t forget to put your clothes in the forfeiture box after your turn!” Mrs. Smith reminded the class. Jane got back up and dropped it in the huge cardboard box by the teacher’s desk.

“Wonderful. Always nice to start out easy. Who’s next?” No one raised their hands. Mrs. Smith frowned. “No volunteers? Hmm. Mark, you’ve been awfully vocal today, why don’t you take a turn?”

“Mrs. Smith-” he started to protest. Mark was a wannabe star athlete, a third-string football player with a decent physique but a lack of talent and dedication.

“Now, now, Mark, you know that a zero on a such a significant part of your grade would be devastating! You’re already in danger of not graduating on time as it is!”

Mark pulled himself out of his seat and made himself spin the wheel. It went round and round until it landed on a lime green slice:

"Remove your shirt "

Mark rolled his eyes. He lifted his shirt up over his head, showing off a nice six-pack. The girls in the class giggled.

After dropping it in the box, he returned to his seat and a short girl with blonde hair wearing yoga pants was called up. The wheel commanded her to turn around and touch her toes for ten seconds, which she did, giving the boys something to whistle about.

“Wonderful,” Mrs. Smith said. “The wheel has been very generous to us so far! Why don’t we take a five minute break and you can all get a drink from the water fountain as a reward for your enthusiasm! Daisy, you’ll be the first one up when we resume!”



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Wheel of Fortune (Part 2)
Sun May 14, 2017 9:52pm

The class whispered to each other worriedly in the hallway as they took turns on the drinking fountain.

“Can you believe some of the things on the wheel?” one student asked.

“I know, some of them were downright humiliating. This is pretty extreme, even for Mrs. Smith,” a girl with glasses responded.

“I wonder what I’ll have to do,” Daisy fretted. “I had the worst of it last time, when we played that stupid ‘Strip Jeopardy’ game.”

“Don’t worry,” Mark chided her. “This isn’t a game of intelligence, so you should be fine.”

Daisy stuck her tongue out at him. She was astoundingly pretty, with a thin, athletic body and fiery red hair that made her stand out from her fellow cheerleaders. Today was a home game, meaning she wore her cheerleading uniform to school: a tight white top with the school’s logo across the breasts and a green miniskirt.

After a few minutes, the teacher went to fetch the class, and they filed back into the room and took their seats. All except for Daisy, of course, who had stand in the front of the room with all eyes on her and spin the Wheel of Fortune.

Daisy (and all of the boys in the class) watched with bated breath as the wheel ticked away until it finally decided on the cheerleader's destiny.

"Take off your underwear"

All of the boys suddenly sat up much straighter. Daisy’s face turned as red as her hair as she hesitantly lifted up her skirt, showing the class her little yellow panties. She reached her hand up and put a finger inside the top of her underwear, preparing to pull them down. The boys looked on in rapt attention.

Then a light bulb flickered on inside the cheerleader’s dim head, and she turned around to face the chalkboard. All that the class could see was the back of her skirt as she pulled down her panties from the front and stepped out of them. She turned around to face the class again with her yellow panties in her hand. She was still fully covered by her skirt, she reflexively placed one hand over her crotch anyway. She was smiling bashfully as she skipped over to the forfeiture box and dropped her panties in.

As she was heading back to her seat, Mrs. Smith called her back. “Daisy, dear, hold on, I should have clarified before we started. When the wheel says “underwear”, it means both panties AND bra for girls. It can’t mention bras separately, otherwise it just wouldn’t make sense- what would boys do if the wheel told them to take off their bras?”
Mrs. Smith laughed, but Daisy certainly didn’t. She returned to the front of the class with her smile turned upside down.

She reached her hands inside the back of her shirt and managed to unclip her bra after fumbling with it for a moment. Lacking all of her usual grace, she awkwardly forced the bra up through the neck hole of her shirt and dropped it in the box. She made sure to keep her skirt down with her hands as she sat back down.

“The wheel’s heating up!” Mrs. Smith said cheerily. “Aren’t we learning so much today? I knew this would be a wonderful idea! Who’s next?”

Everyone put their heads down and avoided eye contact as if their teacher were a Gorgon.

“How about you, Winston?”

A small, skinny boy with glasses shyly made his way to the front and spun the wheel. He was another alumnus of Mr. Klein’s gym class and certainly didn’t care much for Mrs. Smith’s games.

"Remove everything except for your underwear"

“Wonderful! Exactly the opposite of the last spin! This is what makes the wheel so exciting!” Mrs. Smith exclaimed, beaming. “Go ahead, Winston!”

Winston blushed and took off his shirt to reveal his pale torso. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and slid them down his skinny, hairless legs. He stood there a moment, shellshocked, wearing nothing but a pair of tighty-whities that seemed a size too small. They made his small bulge stand out a little bit more.

Next was a chubby girl who absolutely dreaded the prospect of showing her body to her classmates. Fortunately for her, the wheel asked her only to do some jumping jacks, so she returned to her seat out of breath but relieved.

Mrs. Smith looked around for her next victim.

“Mary!” she exclaimed. “You know I can see you even when you sink down in your chair like that right? How about you come up here are try your luck!”



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Wheel of Fortune (Part 3)
Sun May 14, 2017 9:58pm

Mary was a freshman, the only one in the class except for Jane. She almost looked like she didn’t even belong in high school; her slender, petite frame would not look out of place in the seventh or eighth grade. She wore a tie-dye t-shirt and a pair of yoga pants.

Clearly terrified, she spun the wheel.

"Flash your butt to the class for ten seconds"

Mary looked as if she were about to faint, but she did as the wheel commanded. She turned around to face the chalkboard and lifted up the back of her t-shirt a little bit with one hand. With the other, she grabbed the back of her yoga pants and the waistband of her panties and brought them both down below her cheeks at the same time. The boys in the class snickered to each other and made crass jokes and they took in the wonderful sight of exposed skin.

Just then, the door flew open. Mary screamed and instantly yanked her pants back up with a little jump. The principal stood there with surprise on his face.

“Mrs. Smith, I’ve heard some interesting chatter in the hallways today.” Principal Johnson said in his deep voice. “I see that it is indeed true, yet another game-day?”

“Well, Mr. Johnson,” Mrs. Smith began, “I find that playing little games with the students really helps them to understand the psychology concepts we learn in lecture… particularly with subjects such as the relationship between embarrassment and excitement.”

“You know that I’m certainly a fan of your hands-on methods,” Mr. Johnson said. “But I have a feeling this game in particular might be a little hard to explain to concerned parents… even your Jeopardy game only had the students expose their undergarments. Perhaps you could give me a demonstration as to how this works?”

“Of course! You just saw Mary take her turn, wasn’t that fun? Next it’s Todd’s turn, I believe.”

“I think I’d rather see the game played by a… an expert,” he smiled. “Why don’t you take a spin at the wheel and show us how it’s done.”

Mrs. Smith frowned. “Well, ok… I play more of a supervisor role in than a participant one, but…”

“Go on,” Mr Johnson said with no room for argument in his voice.

The principal and the students all watched Mrs. Smith’s tall, busty body approach the wheel and give it a spin, just as she had made her students do.

It landed on a familiar slice.

"Remove everything except for your underwear"

Principal Johnson stared at her with satisfaction. The students could hardly believe it. The entire class waited eagerly for their teacher to get a taste of her own medicine.

After a moment, Mrs. Smith gave the principal a meaningful look and began to unbutton her blouse. Principal Johnson seemed to grow a little below his belt as the beautiful teacher exposed more and more of herself with each button. Everyone in the room could see deep down her chest, then part of her bra, then her bellybutton. When she was done, she let her blouse hang loose as she slowly and sensually pulled down her slacks. She was wearing lacy black panties. She walked her slacks over to the forfeiture box, dropped them in, and then finally removed her blouse.

The whole room gasped. Her matching lacy black bra was almost totally see-through. None of the students could quite believe that the teacher who they feared so much was standing in front of them in nothing but lingerie.

Principal Johnson was now sporting a full tent in his pants. “I think I’ve seen enough for now,” he said. “I just remembered that I have to go, erm, take care of something. But I’ll certainly be back soon. I very much approve of this game. I think it’s very useful for the student’s learning. In fact, I think I’ll extend fourth period so that it lasts for the rest of the day! Let the learning continue!”



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Wheel of Fortune (Part 4)
Wed May 17, 2017 10:26pm

Each student took their turn, stripping, stretching, and posing in humiliating ways as the wheel demanded. The forfeiture box grew ever fuller as the class undressed for one another. All while their teacher encouraged them in her black see-through lingerie, with her large brown nipples clearly visible. She made no effort to cover herself; she hardly seemed to notice that she was exposed to her students.

“Wonderful job, Sue!” she said as a tall, skinny girl returned to her desk sans pants. “I think everyone’s had a turn now. That’s the end of Round One! But thanks to Principal Johnson, we have all day to keep playing! What do you say, shall we keep the same order for the second round?”

“Maybe we should reverse the order this time,” Jane suggested hopefully.

“Nice try, kiddo,” Mrs. Smith smiled, waving her finger admonishingly. “Come up here and lead us off again!”

Jane sighed and spun the wheel for a second time.

"Remove your shirt"

Jane moaned and groaned but Mrs. Smith refused to let her respin. She turned her back to the class, then in one quick motion, like ripping off a band-aid, pulled her t-shirt top up over her head. After a beat, her classmates realized that she was not wearing a bra and began hooting and hollering.

“Even after that gym class?” Mark shouted out. “She still doesn’t wear a bra! You’d think she’d have learned!”

“She doesn’t have much to support!” Daisy said, and the whole class laughed.

“That’s an awful thing to say, Daisy,” Mrs. Smith scolded. “Jane, dear, turn around and let the class see you. I bet you’ll prove them wrong!”

Jane, red-faced, turned around to face the class.

“Arms at your side, dear!” Mrs. Smith instructed.

Jane let her arms fall to her side. Her breasts were still budding, though certainly farther along in the process than they had been during the lockdown a few months ago. In fact, they were nearly big enough to warrant a bra, which only made the situation more embarrassing for Jane.

“I… I had plans to go out at get my first bra tonight… I was going to wear it to school tomorrow…” Jane tried to explain, then sighed and sat down at her desk without another word. She thought her experiences in Mr. Klein’s class had made her less shy, but the ability of her schoolmates to track her breast development by seeing her bare chest was the most embarrassing thing she could think of.

Everyone in the room still had a massive smile on their face and could hardly tear their eyes away from the beautiful girl as Mark stepped up to take his turn.

"Remove everything except for your underwear"

“My, that certainly seems to be a popular one today!” Mrs. Smith remarked.

Mark had taken off his shirt earlier without a problem, but he hesitated this time as he reached for his zipper. With a hard-to-read look on his face he slowly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. He kept the flaps together for a moment, then, after an encouraging smile from Mrs. Smith, pulled them apart to reveal a massive tent in his boxers. The class nearly fell out of their seats with laughter. He dropped his jeans to his ankles, mumbled something about it not being his fault, and then sat down as quickly as he could.

Next up was Daisy.

"Draw a pose card"

“A pose card? What's a pose card?” She asked nervously.

“These are!” Mrs. Smith answered cheerfully. She handed a deck of cards to Daisy, who closed her eyes and chose one at random. “Ooh, that's a great one!” Mrs. Smith said. “Imitate the picture as best you can!”

Daisy sat down on the ground, keeping the front of her skirt down with both hands. She had lost her bra and panties in the last round, and now had only her shirt and short cheerleading skirt to cover her, a terrible curse considering the pose she needed to strike.

“I, uh, don't think I can do that one,” Daisy said. “I’d better pick another card.”

“No, no, don't be silly, I've seen you perform at the football games! You’re such a lovely cheerleader, very flexible! If anyone can do this, you can!” Mrs. Smith said, beaming.

She laid back on the floor with her hands pushing the fabric of her skirt between her legs. She looked scared to continue.

“Go on!” Mrs. Smith encouraged. “It would be such a shame to receive a zero on such a major part of your overall grade, wouldn't it?”

Daisy spread her legs apart, keeping her skirt down. Mrs. Smith reminded her that the picture on the card had its legs spread even further apart, and high up in the air as well. Daisy spread her legs further, and raised her legs until they were nearly straight up.

“Wonderful, Daisy, now let go of your skirt and grab your feet, just like in the picture.”

Daisy obeyed, and with nothing to keep her skirt closed her pussy was wide open for the class to see.



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Wheel of Fortune (Part 5)
Thu May 18, 2017 10:32pm


Part 5

It took a long while for the class to settle down. Poor Daisy was stuck in the most humiliating of positions as the class hooted and hollered, until Mrs. Smith finally allowed her to close her legs and return to her seat. She desperately avoided eye contact with her peers.

Next up was Winston again, who approached the wheel in nothing but his underwear. To everyone’s amusement, he had a very noticeable erection that had to be tucked sideways to keep it insidehis tiny tighty-whities.

He spun the wheel.

"Allow each player to peek inside your underwear"

Winston looked about to cry. He put his hands on his underwear, about to pull them down to show the class, when Mrs. Smith interrupted, “Winston, I think the wheel wants you to show each of your classmates individually. Why don’t you walk to each desk and offer each person a peek inside your little undies?”

Winston, with little choice, weaved his way through the rows of desks, stopping for a moment in front of each one to pull down the waistband of his underwear and expose his fully erect penis. The boys all scoffed and teased him, while the girls giggled and squealed. When he got to Daisy, she giggled happily, her prior humiliation forgotten for the moment, and reached out to give Winston a playful tug. He nearly jumped out of his skin, and the whole class laughed. From then on, each girl Winston exposed himself to would give him a quick stroke or two, and the class would laugh as he squirmed more and more each time.

Winston had finished snaking his way through the classroom and had tucked his erection back into his underwear when Mrs. Smith called out to him, “Winston, you aren’t quite done yet! I believe I count as a player too now, you still have one little peek to give!”. Winston mumbled something inaudible and made his way to Mrs. Smith’s desk. He once more pulled out the waistband of his tighty-whities, letting his boner pop out to let his teacher have her look. To his surprise, Mrs. Smith reached down to give it a couple of pulls too, even firmer than his classmates had. Winston jumped, and when he covered himself with his underwear again a small wet spot appeared.

“Pre-cum!” Mark shouted out, as the whole class pointed and laughed. Winston returned to his seat, burying his beet-red face in his hands.

Mrs. Smith smiled, trying hard not to laugh herself. “Ok, ok, settle down now class. I know that’s a tough act to follow, but why don’t you give it a go, Mary!”

Mary spun the wheel with her eyes closed. It landed on the smallest segment of the wheel, a sparkly rainbow-colored sliver.

"CHANCE!"

“Wow!” Mrs. Smith squealed. “Wonderful! You get to draw a ‘chance’ card from the deck!” Mrs. Smith pulled a pack of rainbow-colored cards out of her desk and offered them to her. “Take your pick!” Mary nervously pulled out the top one.

“Read it aloud to the class, dear,” Mrs. Smith told her.

“Have two players of your choosing exchange underwear.”

“Wonderful! How fun!”

Mary looked around hesitantly, deciding who to choose. The class, impatient, began chanting “Winston! Winston! Winston!”. They apparently were not done with the poor boy.

Mary gave in to the classes demands. “Ok, Winston,” she said. The class cheered. Winston groaned. “Winston and…” The class shouted out suggestions. Most of the boys shouted out for Daisy, eager to see her pussy again. “I choose Winston and… Mrs. Smith.”

The class fell silent.

“What’s that, dear? I don’t think you understand the rules,” Mrs. Smith looked genuinely caught off guard.

“But you just told us that you should be considered a player,” Mary countered.

“Well yes… I suppose you’re right.”

Seeing no way around it without the rules of her favorite game falling apart, Mrs. Smith had poor Winston stand face-to-face with her at the front of the class. She reached behind her back to undo her bra, and let it fall from her chest onto the floor. Everyone had already gotten used to seeing her brown nipples through her see-through lingerie, but seeing their very-well endowed teacher totally topless got the whole class excited.

Mrs. Smith covered her bare breasts with both arms and told Winston to put the bra on. He gave her a look that said “Are you kidding me?”, but at this point knew better than to argue. He held it up to his chest. He had no clue how to put it on, so he asked his teacher for help. Mrs. Smith sighed, let her breasts fall, and fastened the back for him.

The two then glanced at each other awkwardly, and Mrs. Smith pulled her panties off her body with one hand, keeping the other cupped over her pussy. She waited impatiently as Winston slowly peeled his tighty-whities down, his boner bouncing out in plain sight for everyone to laugh at again. He tried to cover himself with one hand, but it was impossible due to his erection and he gave up almost immediately. They each held out their underwear to the other.

Winston pulled up Mrs. Smith’s lacy sheer panties as quickly as he could, but it was evident that the see-through fabric would do little to hide his junk. To make matters worse, they were a little too big on him, so he had to use one hand to keep them up, leaving only one hand available to try to cover his very excited privates.

Mrs. Smith couldn’t pull up Winston’s underpants as swiftly. They were much too small for her (they had been small even on Winston) and she struggled to get them up her thighs and over her big round bottom. The class roared. She looked ridiculous, with her ample butt crammed into the tiny pair of boys’ underpants, leaving a big crack at the top. The front still had wet spots from Winston’s pre-cum.

“Mrs. Smith,” Jane shouted out. “Since we’re keeping the same order, I think it’s your turn to spin the wheel!”



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Wheel of Fortune (Part 6)
Sun May 21, 2017 10:06pm

Part 6

Winston scurried back to his seat. He seemed grateful that the attention of the class was finally off of him and focused on their teacher. Mrs. Smith gave Jane a poisonous look and said, “Yes, I believe you’re right,” and added (much less enthusiastically than usual), “Wonderful”.

She spun the wheel.

"Take off any one item of clothing"

“Well, it appears I only have one article left… so I suppose the wheel has given me an easy decision! Wonderful…” Mrs. Smith was trying to seem as nonchalant about stripping in front of the class as she had when the principal had been there, but there was a world of difference between being in lingerie and being naked. “And these little underpants are so uncomfortable anyway, it’ll feel great to take them off!” she added unconvincingly.

She began the arduous process of taking off Winston’s underwear. It seemed just as difficult to force them off as it had been to squeeze them on. It was a slow process, and the class saw her most private area become exposed in small increments, which only heightened their anticipation and their delight. As she inched the tighty-whities down, a little bit of hair at the top of the triangle became visible… then more and more came into view, until her entire pussy was on display for the class.

“Nice beaver!” Mark yelled.

“I like how neatly it’s trimmed!” Daisy giggled.

“Wonderful!” Mary mocked.

Mrs. Smith finished working the underwear down her legs, stepped out of them, and dropped them in the box. She stood in front of the class with one arm across her breasts and the other covering her pussy, trying to regain her composure. The class had never seen their tormentor look so frazzled before, so they were delighting in every inch of her skin and every uncomfortable expression.

She quickly hurried up next student, Todd, a sophomore boy who like to remain quiet and anonymous in the back of the class. He was missing his pants and underwear from the first round and approached in only his shirt, which was just long enough for him to cover his privates if he stretched it down at the front. That wouldn’t do him much good this time around, though, as the wheel commanded him to face the board and touch his toes. He did so, and his shirt fell down around his head, putting his butt on display in the most prominent way. The class could see his nutsack and even a bit of his dong between his legs.

Mrs. Smith smiled at the boys compromising situation, almost looking like her old self again. She even took her hands off her privates for a moment to join the class in applause and beckon the next player.

With each successive student stripping, posing, and being humiliated, their teacher seemed to regain more of her confidence and her old personality. Few students remained unscathed as the second round progressed, with almost all of them missing articles of clothing, most of the boys maintaining very noticeable erections, and all of them oscillating between delight as their classmates humiliated themselves in front of them and mortification when they were forced to do so themselves. The psychology teacher’s reversion was complete at the beginning of Round 3, when Jane’s spin landed on an ominous flesh-colored segment.

"Strip completely naked"

Jane sighed at her recurring awful luck and removed her jeans. She had already been sentenced to toplessness the round prior, so she was left only in a pair of plain cotton panties, which were soon reunited with her jeans around her ankles. She dropped her garments in the forfeiture box, covering her pussy with her hands. However, Mrs. Smith gleefully told her that “completely naked” meant her shoes and socks, too. This was somehow even worse. Jane had to let go of her privates, exposing them again to the class, while she struggled with her shoes. One of her laces was stuck in a frustrating knot, so she had to spend an uncomfortable amount of time kneeling naked to fight with it as he boys hollered over the nude beauty in front of them. After a few embarrassing minutes, she dropped her footwear in the box, completely mortified.

Mrs. Smith stepped in front of the wheel clapping her hands wildly, without a second thought concerning her nudity. “Well done Jane, well done! That was wonderful, just wonderful!” The teacher even took off her own shoes and socks and put them in the box too. “There, solidarity! Wonderful! I knew that this game would be a marvelous learning opportunity. I don’t want to disappoint you all, I know that you are all having so much fun, but it doesn’t look like we’ll have time to complete the third round before school lets out for the day.”

“What?!” responded an outraged Jane. “I had to spin three times! And I ended up naked! Everyone else only had to go twice, that’s not fair!”

“You’re right, Jane, and I love your enthusiasm! That’s why we’ll be playing a Lightning Round! As we are the only ones completely in the nude, you and I will be the referees. Get ready, boys and girls, this will be the most fun learning opportunity you may ever get to experience at our beloved Washington High!”




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Wheel of Fortune (Part 7)
Wed May 24, 2017 10:34pm

Part 7

Mrs. Smith thought for a moment. It was clear she was making up the rules on the fly. “Let’s see… for our lightning round… why don’t you all separate into two groups, a boy group and a girl group.”

The class arranged themselves so that the boys were on one side of the room and girls on the other.

“Each group is going to get a different ‘chance’ card that they’ll have to perform. Jane will draw a card for the girls, and I’ll draw one for the boys,” Mrs. Smith said. She fanned out the cards for Jane, and the girl drew one.

“Strip naked and remain nude for the remainder of the game,” Jane read.

The class exploded. The boys hooted and threw their arms in the air in joy. The girls screamed and vehemently tried to protest their fate.

“Remember, completion of this game is required for a passing grade in the class!” Mrs. Smith said with a smile.

The girls huddled together and reluctantly began to strip. Those that still had shirts took those off first, followed by their jeans. Mary, who was still fully dressed after two rounds, now stood in only her bra and panties. Daisy pulled down her skirt, revealing her pussy once again. The dozen or so girls in the class kept glancing at each other uncertainly as they slowly continued stripping. A couple of them finished removing their last garments and stood naked, but many were trying to stall for time once they got down to their undergarments.

“Hurry up, ladies! Time is short!” Mrs. Smith told them. The boys were catcalling and shouting rude things. All of them had erections, and only a few bothered to try to hide them at this point.

The girls, providing each other comfort and encouragement, continued add clothes to the pile. The boys watched giddily as the last stragglers gave in and pulled down their panties. The girls stood in a nude huddle, trying to cover themselves with their hands. Many were trying to hide their bodies behind their friends’.

“Wonderful, girls, I’ll draw a card for the boys now,” Mrs. Smith said, slyly peeking at a several cards before finding one to her liking and showing it to Jane. “Jane, please read it out loud to the class, dear.”
Jane looked at the card. “It says, ‘Stand on your desk and masturbate’!”

The girls, despite their embarrassing nudity, erupted into giggles and excited whispers. The boys were largely silent in shock, although a few vocal students fruitlessly voiced their objections.

The boys each took a different approach to their task. A couple boys refused to even unzip their pants, and tried to stimulate themselves through the fabric of their jeans. Most pulled their pants down to their knees and began to rub themselves through their underwear, while a few brave souls pulled their dicks through the front of their boxers. Winston, unable to masturbate properly in his whitey-tighties, was forced to remove them entirely.

The girls were thoroughly enjoying the show in front of them. Some girls kept trying embarrass their friends by grabbing their arms and holding them at their sides so that they couldn’t cover their privates. A couple of girls grabbed Daisy by each leg and tried to force them apart to give the boy’s a repeat viewing of her pussy. Mrs. Smiths hand crept down to her vagina as she watched the scene unfold.

The boys kept stroking. Wet spots began to appear on the boys’ underwear, and everyone could see liquid leaking out of any penises that were exposed. Some boys slowed their stroking to delay the humiliation of cumming in front of their peers for as long as they could. Others sped up, eager to have their humiliation over with as soon as possible.

Mark was the first boy to finish. The small wet spot on his boxers suddenly became huge and soaked the entire front of his underwear. The girls all laughed. Mrs. Smith clapped enthusiastically, and any girls brave enough to take their hands off their privates joined her in applause.

Winston came next. With his underwear at his feet, was the first boy to send his cum flying across the classroom. The girls screamed with delight and nearly everyone applauded heartily.

Mark began grumbling about how uncomfortable he was in his soaked boxers. He asked Mrs. Smith for some tissues to help him clean himself up. She refused. He muttered about how he was going to half to go the rest of the day like that. This caused each boy to consider their best course of action. Each boy had to make up his own mind. Climax in their underwear to prevent the girls from seeing their penises and have a very uncomfortable afternoon, or expose themselves and let it fly. As they came one by one, they figured out that taking their dicks out to climax caused more girls to stop covering themselves to applaud. This became the most popular choice.

Eventually, every boy had either soaked their underwear or sent a long trail of cum in front of them. All except for the two shy boys who refused to unzip their jeans, who were still trying furiously to get something going without exposing themselves. Mrs. Smith angrily demanded they remove ALL of their clothes as recompense for delaying the class. Now the last bit of entertainment remaining, all eyes watched the shy boys strip nude and stroke their erections. One finished within the minute, and got the biggest laugh of the day when he accidentally splattered the guy standing in front of him. His friend, however, with all eyes fixed intently on him, felt his penis soften and shrink in his hand.

Not pleased in the slightest, Mrs. Smith grabbed his shrivelling dick and began to squeeze and stroke it, encouraging it back up. Even when it was back to its former glory she kept stroking, until the explosive result plastered itself all over her hair, face, and chest.

At that exact moment, Principal Johnson burst through the door.



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Wheel of Fortune (Part 8)
Fri May 26, 2017 8:45pm

Thanks for reading! Here's the eight and final entry. I've got another story in the works that will be posted soon, so stay tuned!

Part 8

“Mrs. Smith,” Principal Johnson greeted, “I see that you have taken my encouragement of ‘hands-on teaching methods’ to heart. That's great to see!”

“I am very dedicated to the profession,” Mrs. Smith replied, spitting some cum out of her mouth and wiping her face.

He ignored the horrified reactions of the students as they desperately tried to shield their nudity from their middle-aged principal. His pants tented almost instantly. “I can see that. Outstanding work. Mr. Klein certainly has competition for the ‘Teacher of the Year’ award.”

“I do my best. I could hardly hope to challenge ‘The Innovator’ himself.”

“You know what would really give you a leg up?” he asked. “Take the hands-on approach even further. Allow the students hands-on access to yourself, to your body as well as your mind. Break down the wall between student and teacher. Impart in them knowledge that they will use for the rest of their lives. Now that would be some great innovation.”

“You’re right, sir, of course.” Mrs. Smith said stiffly. She understood what he was getting at, but didn't like it one bit. “Class, as a way to end our game, you are welcome to… take a ‘hands-on’ approach to my body.”

The entire class rushed towards her.

“Form a line!” she snapped. The day had not gone quite as she had expected. “One at a time!”

The students pushed and shoved each other into a line. The boys were eager to get to the front, while the girls hung in the back. The first one up was Mark, who had used his strength to bully his way to the front of the line. He grinned from ear to ear as he approached his teacher.

Mrs. Smith panicked. “Ladies first!” she proclaimed. “Boys, go to the back please. Girls, you may come forward.”

The boys grumbled about it, but they went to the back of the line. The first girl to approach Mrs. Smith was Jane. She grabbed her breasts, imagining what it would be like to have ones like the teacher’s. She played with them a bit, jiggling them and poking her nipples. This got a laugh from the class. She kept touching her nipples until they stiffened, drawing another big laugh and some rude comments from the boys. Principal Johnson told her that her time was up and to let the next person have their turn. He informed them that they would each have a sixty-second time limit in order to make sure that everyone got a turn before the bell rang.

The next girl happened to be Mary. She made the teacher turn around so that her back was to the principal. “Do you remember seeing my butt when you walked in the first time? Who's do you think is better?” Mary asked him with acidic sarcasm. She turned her back to him too so he could compare both butts side-by-side. The principal stammered. He had no idea how to respond. “How about now?” Mary said, and bent Mrs. Smith over as far as she could go. The principal’s eyes flew wide and the class excitedly ran over to get the best view. The students roared with approval.

The girls that followed did everything they could to compete for getting the biggest reaction out of their classmates. They played with her breasts, spanked her, bent her over, pretended to hump her, whatever they thought would get the most appreciation.

Daisy was the last one up, and won the competition decisively. She went in with a plan, immediately turning the teacher around and making her touch her toes. She then spread her pussy lips apart from behind, letting everyone see inside their tormentor's most private area. She counted from one to sixty. It was surely the longest minute of their Mrs. Smith’s life.

Mark started things off for the boys. The first thing he did was grab her by both of her ample breasts. He squeezed them as hard as he pleased, then moved south and moved his felt his way around the outside. However, no sooner had he inserted a finger into her pussy than his time was up, and he begrudgingly moved aside.

The next boy bypassed the front of her body altogether and spent his sixty seconds feeling up her butt. The boy after him spent thirty on her breasts, thirty on her behind. When it was Winston’s turn, he grabbed a boob with each hand and spent the entire minute in a daze, forgetting to explore anywhere else. The next boy up went straight for her breasts too, but was encouraged by Mark to put a couple of fingers in her pussy as well. She twitched. The class had never seen her so clearly mortified.

After that, each boy spent his sixty seconds with his fingers in her vagina, exploring at his pleasure. They colluded amongst themselves to make her orgasm in front of them, as she had made them do. She began to moan audibly as each student put their fingers in. The final boy, the one who Mrs. Smith had made bend over completely nude, got her to sweat and shake. She was clearly right on the brink. When his sixty seconds were up, he asked the principal for an extension.

Principal Johnson was caught off guard. It was the first time a student had so much as glanced his way in over ten minutes. He hastily pulled his hand out of his pants and tried to act casual. “No, sorry, we’re hard-pressed for time,” he said.

The boys all complained to him.

“Boys, boys, settle down, I understand your frustrations. But to be totally honest, we’ll be here all day if you all keep carrying on like that, with no technique to speak of. Mrs. Smith, why don't you seize this wonderful teaching opportunity? Show the boys the proper way to finish what they started,” the principal said.

“Oh, I don't think that's necessary,” Mrs. Smith said worriedly. “I think they get the picture.”

“Well, I would hate for a missed teaching opportunity to show up on your performance review,” the principal threatened. “It would certainly be a black mark. And with layoffs coming up this summer, well…”

And so Mrs. Smith was fated to the same embarrassment she had forced on her male students. She put her hand down below and began to work herself. She moaned louder and louder as she went, but it sounded obviously fake.

“I don't think that’s working,” Principal Johnson frowned. “And we really are short on time. The bell will ring momentarily. Maybe you’d be more comfortable sitting down?” He drew up a chair and made her sit. “Now lean back a bit. Yes, like that, so everyone can see exactly what you’re doing. Good, keep going. Faster. Excellent. Faster. Yes, just like that. Wonderful.”

She let out a cry of ecstasy. The students sarcastically applauded and cheered. She got up from her chair with her face a deep crimson. She was still sweating and breathing hard.

“Great job,” Principal Johnson said to her with a grin. “And thank you all for your cooperation today,” he said to the class. “I hope you all learned something. You may retrieve your clothes now. I bet you’ll find them useful for your next class.”

“Wonderful,” said Mrs. Smith.

“Except you,” the principal said to her. “I'd like to speak to you in my office about sharing all of your innovative ideas with the rest of the faculty. We can really make this school a a model to the nation!” And with that, he dragged her naked through the halls. The students dug their clothes out of the forfeiture box and gratefully got dressed.

The bell rang to finally end class.