KennyBee wrote: Stripped by the Bell pt 1 of 2 by KennyBee
The school bell rang, signalling the start of class.
Miss Julie Bell sighed and prepared herself for her class. She had only been gym teacher at this school for 6 months, and already she had learned to dislike this particular group of students. Still, at just 22, she was the youngest teacher here, and figured she had been given this unruly lot as a trial by fire.
She watched them file past her into the changing rooms, a riot of noise and profanity. Today was soccer practice. Julie bounced a soccer ball off the floor and wondered what Summer Jones’ excuse would be today. Summer’s was often described as ‘athletic’, though it referred only to her shapely body. Julie had rarely seen Summer participate in any gym class activities. To be honest, Julie was fed up of the girl’s excuses. However, Summer had just returned from a week long suspension, her second of the term so far. One more would mean expulsion from school, permanently. The thought made Julie smile to herself.
Soon the kids were outside, fooling around. Julie blew her whistle and got everyone’s attention.
“Okay everyone, soccer today. Get into two teams.”
The kids shuffled around into their factions. Julie looked over the assembled teenagers.
“Where’s Summer?” she asked.
No one made eye contact, and Julie knew Summer was still in the changing rooms. She stormed off to find her.
Sure enough, as she entered, she saw Summer sitting on a bench, texting.
“Summer Jones! Are you not joining us today?” asked Julie. Summer smiled sarcastically at her.
“Sorry miss, I forgot my kit.”
At this line, a plan started formulating in Julie’s mind.
“Oh? And why should that stop you?”
Summer looked irritated.
“Well, I can’t do gym without my kit, can I?” she snapped.
“Don’t worry, we have spare clothes. I’ll go and get you some.”
“Don’t bother, I’m not wearing someone else’s smelly old gear.”
“We’ll see about that.” said Julie, departing. Summer resumed texting, but was interrupted minutes later by Miss Bell entering again. She threw some shorts and a tee shirt at Summer’s feet. Summer looked up at her. “Put these on.”
“I will not,” said the surly teen. “You can’t make me.”
Julie could see how the male gym teachers could let Summer away with anything. Her long brown hair tumbled past her slender shoulders, framing a perfect smooth face. Her slim figure belied her perfectly rounded rump. Her breasts were small but still eye catching. She was certainly a looker alright. It made Julie angry.
“You will put these clothes on right now, little missy, or you can go out there in just your bra and panties.” snarled the teacher.
Summer finally stopped texting and looked at Julie with fury in her eyes.
“What did you just say?”
“You heard me. You can do gym in your underwear or in these clothes. But you will participate in my class today.”
“The hell I will” replied Summer, uneasily.
“Well perhaps I should report this to Mr Bronson. Refusal to be in my class might just lead to another suspension….or should I say expulsion.”
Summer was aghast. “You can’t expel me for this! This is bullying!”
“If I don’t see you outside in two minutes, then you’re outta this school, forever.”
Summer picked up the baggy grey shorts. “These are too big! They’ll never fit!” she whimpered.
“Then get outside in your panties.”
“That’s not fair! You can’t make me!”
Julie turned and walked out. “Two minutes”, she called out over her shoulder.
Julie was bluffing, but she hoped Summer had bought it. She was organising the teams outside when she heard pupils stifling giggles. She looked over and saw Summer sheepishly walking across the soccer pitch towards them. She had changed into the clothes. The shirt was too small, tight over small globes of her breasts, stopping just above her navel. The shorts were comically oversized. You could probably have fit another pupil in there with her. Julie was sure there’d be no shortage of volunteers for that! Summer trudged over, holding her shorts with both hands, pulling them up, bunching the waistband up to hide her underwear. She shot Julie a nasty look.
“Well, look who’s joining us today. Nice shorts, Summer” chuckled Julie. It was unprofessional, she knew, but seeing the teenage beauty taken down a peg or two was amusing.
The class went on for a while without much incident. Summer rarely moved from the spot, holding onto her shorts with grim determination. The boys kept passing the ball to her, hoping to force her to accidentally flash her undies at them, but to no avail. Julie decided to get the game moving properly.
“Alright guys, 5 minutes left. And the losing team has to do a forfeit.” She tried to contain her smile. “100 star jumps!” she said. All eyes were on Summer. Everyone knew the teen queen would not be able to perform star jumps without dropping her shorts and showing all. Things had just gotten very interesting. Summer just stared at Julie, making daggers with her eyes. However, Summer didn’t realise the ball had been passed to her and was resting at her feet. She also didn’t see her classmate Ellie running up towards her.
Now, Ellie could probably have just kicked the ball away from Summer. There was no need to barge into her and send her flying to the ground. And yet that was what Ellie did. She shoulder barged the snooty girl in the back. Immediately Summer stumbled forwards. She thrust her hands forward to try and keep her balance, which caused her big shorts to fall down to her knees, tripping her. As she stumbled forwards, Summer was painfully aware that her panties were now on show. She reached down to lift her shorts back up, but by this point it was too late. She was falling forwards and landed face down in the grass, her booty pointing up in the air, concealed only by her lacy French cut red and black knickers. The delicate fabric stretched tight over her firm, round cheeks. To gales of laughter, she yanked her shorts back up to her waist and looked up at Ellie. Ellie shrugged and kicked the ball away.
Summer stayed down on the ground. One of the boys ran past her, and said “Nice butt” to her. Summer was livid!
Then the whistle blew and the game was over. Without even having to ask, Summer knew she was on the losing team. Miss Bell called everyone around.
“Alright guys, the blue team won five goals to two. So you know what that means, reds….100 star jumps, now!”
Summer’s team got to their feet and started getting it over with. Summer stayed seated. Then she felt hands on her shoulders, lifting her up, carrying her over to her teammates. Two boys deposited her next to them. Miss Bell called over, “That’s right Summer, you too. You were pretty much the cause of this loss.”
Summer looked around for help, but everyone was just watching her. She did a half hearted jump, still clutching the waistband of her shorts.
“No, no, no, Summer. It’s a star jump, jump high, kick your legs out, arms in the air!” chided Miss Bell.
With a face like thunder, Summer did a star jump. After one, her shorts dropped to her ankles. At the second try, her shorts flew right off and landed in the hands of one of the boys. She was now facing the class in her skimpy lacy panties and a tiny t shirt. The jumps were making the shirt ride up to just below her breasts.
“Come on Summer, just 98 more!” someone shouted. Summer closed her eyes and jumped and jumped and jumped some more. Her small chest bounced eagerly with each jump. Some pupils, mainly the boys, were now standing behind her, watching her tanned bottom jiggle with the exertion. The lace effect did little to hide her butt crack.
The rest of Summer’s team had finished, and now stood watching the embarrassed teen perform her ridiculous aerobics show. Miss Julie Bell dismissed the entire class and sent them back to get changed, except for Summer. The poor girl was exhausted, and she stood panting in her panties before Julie.
“Please Miss, can I stop now? I can’t do any more jumps”, implored the red faced girl.
“You’re only at 60. You have another 40 to do” said Julie, shaking her head. Then Summer got down on her knees.
“Please Miss, I’m begging you! I’m so tired, and now everyone’s seen my panties, and….” the rest of the sentence was lost in sobs as Summer started crying. Julie felt a strange sensation, deep down inside of her. Here she was, confronted with a teenage girl, stripped to her panties, on her knees, crying and begging her for mercy. And Julie loved it! She had never felt so turned on. It caused Julie to say something, something that could easily have gotten her sacked.
“Okay Summer, you can stop after 10 more….”
Summer looked up, hopeful.
“….if you take your shirt off.” finished Julie.
The words just hung in the air for a while. Julie couldn’t believe she had said it. She had basically just outed herself, and made it clear that she wanted to see Summer in her underwear. But it was more than that! She wanted to embarrass, to humiliate Summer, to make her cry and beg! Julie didn’t know she had these feelings inside her. Her thoughts were interrupted by Summer standing up and pulling her tiny shirt up and over her head. She discarded it and stood before Julie, her little black and red knickers a contrast to her lacy white bra.
“Happy now?” whispered Summer. She began to shiver.
“Just go”, said Julie, alternately excited and ashamed of what had just taken place. Summer ran off to the changing rooms. Julie admired her jiggling little bottom as she ran.
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Julie stood in the changing room showers, soaping herself. The final bell had rung 20 minutes ago. The entire gym area was deserted. Julie felt the warm water cascading down her naked body and thought of Summer, the tough girl reduced to a snivelling, whimpering wreck. The thought of it made Julie feel even warmer and wetter than the shower.
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Outside the shower block, a figure lurked, silently. They crept into the changing room. They could hear the noise of the shower.
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Julie switched the shower off and wrapped herself in a towel. She entered the changing room and sat herself down. She kept seeing Summer’s face, tears rolling down her cheeks. She thought she had been able to see the outline of Summer’s nipples through the fabric of her bra. Julie sat quietly for a few moments, just listening. There was no one around. Everyone had gone home. Unable to contain herself any longer, Julie shrugged the towel off. It fell to the floor, leaving Julie sitting stark naked. Her hands slid down her belly and nestled in between her thighs, where Julie worked herself into a climax.
Then she had another shower, got dressed and went home.
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The figure watched as Julie left. Never in her wildest dreams could Summer have expected that! And was it her imagination, or had Miss Bell gasped “Summer” towards the end? There was only one way to find out. Summer picked up her camera and put it in her bag. The whole incident was on tape. She could watch it and check when she got back home.
Julie Bell was going to regret ever messing with Summer!
KennyBee wrote: Stripped by the Bell pt 2 of 2 by KennyBee
One week had passed since Summer’s humiliating ordeal. Miss Bell probably thought that from now on, Summer would be totally under her thumb. She had no idea what Summer had planned.
Summer had reviewed the video she had taken in the locker room. It was gold. Not only was her teacher totally nude, but she was masturbating. And yes, on at least two occasions, Miss Bell had moaned the word “Summer”. It couldn’t have worked out any better.
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Julie was taking a roll call.
“Summer? Summer Jones?” she called out. No response.
“She’s in the changing rooms” someone said.
Julie suppressed a grin. Oh boy, was Summer in for it now! Julie’s mind began racing, thinking of ways to fix that little bitch. Julie stormed into the changing rooms to find Summer staring at her phone again.
“Summer Jones. I take it we didn’t learn our lesson from last week?” said Julie. Summer ignored her. “Will you listen to me? You think last week was embarrassing? Well I’ll tell you what Summer. You can strip down right now to your underwear and get outside this instant!” Julie secretly wondered what kind of panties Summer was wearing today.
“Okay Miss, just one minute. Have you seen this Youtube video?”
Julie wondered why Summer didn’t seem bothered. Something was up. “Summer, I don’t care about a stupid video. Strip and get outside.”
“Oh, I think you’ll care about this one, Julie. It’s about a teacher fingering herself over a pupil she’s just humiliated. Here, watch.”
Julie’s head swam as she was handed the phone. There she was, in this very room. Naked. Moaning orgiastically, one hand between her thighs, the other rubbing her breast. She shook her head, her breathes coming in large gasps.
“Take it down” she whispered. “Take this video down, before someone sees. Please!”
Julie felt her legs go wobbly and she sat down on the bench.
“Well, Julie, my teacher. What would happen if someone saw that?”
Julie looked up at her. “I’d…..I’d lose my job.”
“I’d say you would, yup.”
“How much do you want?”
“For what?” asked Summer.
“To take the video down. I don’t have much, just a few hundred dollars at the moment….”
“I don’t want money. It’s something else I’m after. Something you took from me. Dignity. Pride. Respect. You robbed me of these things, and I’m going to do the same to you.”
“You….you….what? Summer, please, think about this. I’m your teacher!”
“Exactly, Miss Bitch. Now listen up. The video is on Youtube, yes. But, it’s set to private. Right now, I am the only person who can see it. If you want to keep it that way, you’d better be prepared to do anything and everything that I say, without question. Do you understand?”
Julie considered her options. Refuse Summer and be out of her job within a day, or comply with her demands and maybe, just maybe everything would be alright. It would just be one afternoon…. There was only one option really. Julie nodded at Summer. “Okay…I’ll do as you ask. But you must promise to delete that video.” Summer just smiled. She took Julie by the hand and led her out onto the playing field.
They stopped before the gathered class. It was a strange sight, Summer leading the older girl by the hand. It got some of the boys’ minds racing. Summer was hot, yeah, but Miss Bell was something else. At 22, she seemed an exotic older woman to the boys. She tried to make herself less sexy, but it never worked. She tied her reddish-brown hair into a ponytail and wore tracksuits, but her curvy body filled them out in all the right places.
Summer spoke up.
“Okay everyone, after last week, I think we can all agree that Miss Bell went too far. I am therefore stripping her….of her authority. From now on, you will all call her Julie.”
Julie hated her first name being used. She stood with her eyes fixed on her feet, unable to meet the gaze of any of the pupils.
“Well, Jules, let’s get class started shall we? Take your tracksuit off.”
There were gasps around the class as Summer said the words. Even more so as Julie lifted her hands to the zip of the top and pulled it down. She took it off, leaving her in her white vest and bra on top.
“The vest too, please” said Summer.
The first tear began to form in Julie’s eye. She lifted the vest up and over and faced the class in her neon pink lycra sports bra. It wasn’t very revealing, but Julie had large D cup breasts that were squeezed into it. Julie prayed that she would be spared some modesty. The gasps of the class had turned to giggles now, as Julie hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her tracksuit bottoms. She looked over at Summer with desperation, but Summer moved the words “do it” at her. Julie looked out at the rest of the class for the first time, hoping someone would help. Instead, she saw hunger, desire and expectation on their faces. Julie slid the trousers down, bending over to do it. She straightened back up, and the class got it’s first view of her small blue satin panties. The helpless teacher was now presented before her class, stripped to her smalls. She put a hand to her eyes and started crying. The class just laughed at her. No one had ever seen a teacher be so comprehensively humiliated like this!
Summer let the class take the sight in.
“Okay everyone, back to the lesson. It’s soccer practice today, remember. We’re going to practice hitting a target with the ball. Now….can anyone think of something we can use as a target? Something nice, and round, and soft….” Summer pretended to look around. “Actually, Julie, could you turn around so we can see your fat ass?”
Julie did as she was told, shuffling round, presenting her panty clad posterior at the class. Summer patted Julie’s butt with her hand, causing a familiar warm feeling in Julie’s loins.
“Yup,” said Summer, still patting Julie’s behind. “This will do nicely.”
Julie soon found herself positioned in the goals. She was made to face the net, her back to the kids. Julie wondered what was going on when she felt a soccer ball go flying past her, missing by inches. She turned her head, and Summer shouted “Don’t turn round!”
Summer placed the ball on the ground. “Okay, here are the rules. Kick the ball. Hit Julie’s fat ass, 10 points. Make her squeal, an extra 5 points.”
Another ball went whizzing past Julie. Then another. Another miss! Thank god these kids were terrible at sports….
Then WHACK!
A perfect shot, smacking her hard on her right butt cheek, causing the shamed teacher to shriek and fall to her knees, clutching the stinging buttock. She stayed crouched down for a moment, until WHACK!
Another great shot landing hard right between her cheeks this time. This caused Julie to fall flat on her face, both hands now massaging her injured bottom. She could hear the hysterical laughter of the class at her embarrassing and painful predicament. Julie got to her feet, before one more ball smacked her on the side of the head and she fell over.
“Enough!” cried a voice in the class. “Everyone stop it, look at what you’re doing!”
Julie raised her head and saw Ellie admonishing the class. Ellie was the class president, and thought she ran the school. That was all she cared about. Nothing else seemed to matter, least of all boys. Ellie was a confirmed virgin, and made sure everyone knew it by wearing her purity ring. She never made any effort to look good or fashionable, just wearing the same shapeless baggy clothes she always did, hiding her figure out of the shame that God had given her the body of a temptress.
“Summer, hasn’t this gone far enough? You’ve stripped a poor woman, and made her cry. Now you’re kicking things at her. Just stop”, said Ellie. Julie was hopeful. It wouldn’t last.
Because just as Ellie finished her speech, one of the boys shouted “shut up” at her and yanked her joggers down to her ankles.
Now to say that Ellie was regarded as a prude would be an understatement. No one in class had ever even seen her underwear, as she always changed in the toilet cubicle. A real square, boring Christian virgin. That perception changed in the blink of an eye. As Ellie’s trousers hit the ground, people looked expecting to see a pair of oversized grey granny panties. What they saw was a tiny pair of bright red bikini briefs, with black trim. But that wasn’t all. Under her gym clothes, Ellie had been wearing a black garter belt and thigh high stockings! Ellie, horrified, bent over to pull her trousers back up, but instead found her shirt being torn off over her head, revealing a matching black bra that was so see through on the cups, it left nothing to the imagination. She was shoved forward and fell out of her trousers, landing in just her sexy underwear. No one could believe their eyes that the prude, the virgin, was dressed so provocatively.
Summer looked down at Ellie, remembering the time Ellie had barged her over at gym last week, exposing her knickers to the class. Funny how things work out!
“Okay Ellie, glad you could join us. Tell you what guys, let’s have a competition. Julie, get over here.”
Julie walked over to Ellie and helped her up. The two just stood there, utterly shamefaced, in their skimpies.
“Okay,” resumed Summer. “I’m going to let one of you go home fully clothed. The other goes home….naked.”
Ellie and Julie looked at each other, hearing that word….naked. Nude. Starkers. Stripped bare. They looked at Summer to find out who was going to be the unlucky one.
“You guys are going to decide. A strip fight. The object is to get your opponent naked, and then give them a bare ass spanking. You do that, you go home dressed.”
Ellie and Julie could not believe it. Ellie stared Summer down. “To hell with you, Summer. We’re not gonna do it. We’re not gonna play your sick little games. We’re…”
Julie knocked Ellie off her feet and landed on top of her, pinning her down.
“Julie! What are you doing!”
“Oh shut up Ellie, you goddam swot! If it means I get my clothes back, then just stay still and take it!” shouted Julie. She tore at Ellie’s bra, pulling it hard, Ellie’s tits spilling free. The bra tore and came off, leaving Ellie topless and helpless under Julie. Ellie shot her hands up to Julie, grabbing at her sports bra. She threw Julie off her, then grabbed the lycra garment and pulled Julie along the grass by it. Julie felt the friction from the grass start to drag her blue satin panties down. She reached down to stop that happening, and lost the fight for the sports bra. There, in the middle of the sports field, in front of her entire class, Miss Julie Bell was stripped topless, her D cup breasts unrestrained, hanging free in the cool breeze, stiffening her large dark nipples, her modesty only preserved by her tiny blue briefs.
Ellie lunged at Julie, who dodged her. Ellie fell and Julie took the opportunity to yank Ellie’s red panties down. They came as far as her thighs, flashing her bare butt at most of the class, but Ellie broke free and turned and sucker punched her near nude teacher in the gut. Julie dropped to her knees, winded. Ellie hauled her panties back up and knelt down beside Julie. She lifted Julie up and over her knee, presenting her pantied seat towards the class. Ellie gripped the waistband of the panties, and slid them down Julie’s ass. She left them sitting bunched up just below her pale cheeks. Ellie raised a hand and spanked Julie hard across her left cheek. Julie squealed and then whimpered. Ellie brought her hand down again, her hand connecting with the naked, tender flesh. Julie’s ass cheeks wobbled like jello with the impact. She was crying again, each spank making her squeal “Ow!” Ellie slapped her again and again, the dimpled white cheeks jiggling and shuddering under the onslaught. The pupils couldn’t believe their eyes, their sexy teacher, stripped completely naked, bent over a 16 year old’s knee, having her naked bottom spanked!
Ellie paused and slid Julie’s skimpies right down her legs and off her body, leaving her utterly nude. Then she threw Julie off her knee, rolling the degraded teacher onto her back, showing the pupils that her red hair was all natural. Ellie stood up, in her panties and stockings. Her garter belt must have come off in the melee. She turned to Summer, breasts exposed, little belly hanging over the front of her small red panties.
“Give me my clothes, you bitch.” she said.
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The groundskeeper of the playing field would get the shock of his life that evening. He found a pair of skimpy blue satin panties discarded on the pitch. He picked them up, sniffed them, and put them in his pocket. Then he heard muffled sounds. Looking over to the centre, he saw the cause. Two girls. They seemed to be engaged in a sex act! He ran over and found them. He recognised Julie Bell, one of the teachers. The other must have been a pupil. They were both naked, apart from the pupil who wore thigh high stockings. They had been tied together with skipping ropes in a parody of the ’69’ position, their faces pressed into each others pussy.
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Sitting at home, Summer was online. She logged into Youtube. There was the video, still set to private. Summer switched it to public, and laughed.