Go Green or Stay Home_New March 22
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Go Green or Stay Home
(This story takes place in the near future)
Chapter 1. A new girl in town
When fourteen year old Polly Poddelka moved with her mother to the seaside community of Scituate Massachusetts, she had no idea the
community has the highest percentage of Irish descendants in the US. With 60 percent of the population identifying as Irish, the residents
of the town of 20,000 take the Old World traditions seriously.
Soon upon moving into their small but outrageously expensive house, Polly noticed how many pubs there were in town, with more places to get a
pint of Guinness than places to purchase gasoline for automobiles. Every family diner in town has Cock-a-leekie stew, corned beef with cabbage,
and of course Shepherd's Pie. The foods and the predominant religion of the region (Catholic) are mostly foreign to Polly. Her family background comes from immigrants fleeing the largely Russian country of Belarus, back in the Mid-Nineties during the chaos following the demise of the Soviet
Union.
It was right after the third day of school, when Polly was working up a sweat making dough for pierogies, that she heard her mother laughing
hysterically. Mother was reading the pamphlet provided by the High School containing all rules and regulations. What got mother's attention
was the last page of the pamphlet. It stated the State of Massachusetts no longer enforces a statewide standard for public nudity.
1: Each county or township may decide for themselves what the community standard is concerning indecent exposure.
2: The Township of Scituate effectively voted in an allowance for nude lifestyles and recreation, including public places and spaces.
3: Based on these changes the Scituate School District will employ creative uses of discipline including loss of clothing privileges.
"What kind of a town did we move to?" Polly asked her mother, after she too looked at the info pamphlet.
"Seems a very progressive one. I thought only in California such laws had been voted in and had popular support. Remember seeing the naked protests and demonstrations on the news? I had no idea this had spread to the east coast."
"Community standards...so, what are the standards here in Scituate?" Polly says, as she looks up on the computer a map of the town. She
locates the city swimming pool and she clicks on the icon. "Look here mom. It does say the city pool is swimsuit optional."
Clothing optional is also the standard for the public beach and the marina (when you are on your boat, not the dock).
The city park turned out to be only a Topless Recreation Zoned area.
"We should check out the park this weekend. What do you say, Polly?" Mrs. Poddelka says with a smile and a wink.
"I'm not going anywhere they're taking any clothes off!" Polly replies. "For now I'll just stick to the public library and the shopping mall."
* * * * *
Polly hadn't mentioned anything to her mother, that on these first days at school she noticed some striking differences in how the students
dressed at John Adams High School. Many of the girls wore tank tops with no bra on underneath. The classic Catholic school girl skirt is back
in fashion and with a higher hemline than before. During the first month of the school year the school saved money by keeping the air
conditioning at a warmer setting, and allowing the students to wear clothing more appropriate to a beach setting. Polly sweated it out in her
long sleeve shirt and blue jeans while other girls wore short shorts with a bikini top. And the boys were allowed to take their shirts off!
Polly was amazed any learning got done in the classroom. The morale of the students was good and somehow so was the class discipline.
Polly had never seen so few disturbances in class, and during her second week at school she found out why.
* * * * *
It was in Freshman English class that Polly saw her first use of creative punishment. A girl named Millie Monroe was late for the third time that
week. It's the first class of the day and also serves as the Homeroom. Millie is five minutes late, and though she claimed it's not her fault, that
her father drinks too much at night and it's hard to get him awake in the morning to drive Millie to school, the teacher insisted that disciplinary action is needed.
The titters and giggles go off in unison as Millie is called to the front by Mrs. Hamilton. Millie's face turns two shades redder by the time she
leaves her seat to step up the front of the class.
"Go to the blackboard, Millie, and while facing the board remove your shorts and underpants."
The teacher only had to remind the students one time to stay quiet and respectful. Polly was the only student shocked to see another girl
forced to strip down to a bare ass, Mrs. Hamilton putting Millie's shorts and plain modest panties on her desk. Millie stands, center of attention,
in front of the blackboard, her ass on view to every student in the room. Millie covers her front with her hands, even though nobody can see
whether or not she is well bushed down under, though if Millie was to turn even slightly in either direction the kids at that side of the room
would get a glimpse. From the gleeful looks on the faces of the boys, as well as many of the girls, they appear pleased by the sight of Millie's
slender legs and firm curvy bottom. Nobody shouted out insults or comments, or even whistled, much to Polly's surprise.
"Millie will show us how to conjugate sentences. Who would like to volunteer a sentence for Millie to write on the board?"
At least a dozen hands go up. The teacher calls on a boy in the front row to provide a sentence.
"The skinny girl's butt jiggles enticingly as she writes," the boy says.
A chorus of barely stifled snickers and guffaws accompanies Millie's fingers as she writes the sentence on the blackboard. Next the poor girl
has to conjugate the damn sentence, stating which word is the noun, verb, adjective, and adverb in the sentence. Polly is horrified by the whole
thing, this forced nudity punishment for something so minor as being late to class too many times. For half an hour Millie writes and conjugates
the suggested sentences of her peers.
"The boy wants to spank the girl's rear end"
"The girl has no tan lines so she must be a nudist"
"She showed off her feminine assets by flashing her ass to the class"
Millie's fingers tremble slightly, the letters of her words not aways formed with straight lines. The only positive thing about this is no student
was allowed to take their phone out to make a video.
Millie is then allowed to put her panties and shorts back on, but she had to step over to the teacher's desk to retrieve her articles of clothing.
The girl had to walk to the other side of the room, covering herself with both hands, then keep her ass toward her student audience as she
got her bottom covered up. For days afterward Millie was teased in the hallways and the cafeteria. Everyone in school heard about it.
After seeing what happened to Millie, Polly bought a second alarm clock with her own allowance, setting two clocks each night so she won't be
late for school.
(This story takes place in the near future)
Chapter 1. A new girl in town
When fourteen year old Polly Poddelka moved with her mother to the seaside community of Scituate Massachusetts, she had no idea the
community has the highest percentage of Irish descendants in the US. With 60 percent of the population identifying as Irish, the residents
of the town of 20,000 take the Old World traditions seriously.
Soon upon moving into their small but outrageously expensive house, Polly noticed how many pubs there were in town, with more places to get a
pint of Guinness than places to purchase gasoline for automobiles. Every family diner in town has Cock-a-leekie stew, corned beef with cabbage,
and of course Shepherd's Pie. The foods and the predominant religion of the region (Catholic) are mostly foreign to Polly. Her family background comes from immigrants fleeing the largely Russian country of Belarus, back in the Mid-Nineties during the chaos following the demise of the Soviet
Union.
It was right after the third day of school, when Polly was working up a sweat making dough for pierogies, that she heard her mother laughing
hysterically. Mother was reading the pamphlet provided by the High School containing all rules and regulations. What got mother's attention
was the last page of the pamphlet. It stated the State of Massachusetts no longer enforces a statewide standard for public nudity.
1: Each county or township may decide for themselves what the community standard is concerning indecent exposure.
2: The Township of Scituate effectively voted in an allowance for nude lifestyles and recreation, including public places and spaces.
3: Based on these changes the Scituate School District will employ creative uses of discipline including loss of clothing privileges.
"What kind of a town did we move to?" Polly asked her mother, after she too looked at the info pamphlet.
"Seems a very progressive one. I thought only in California such laws had been voted in and had popular support. Remember seeing the naked protests and demonstrations on the news? I had no idea this had spread to the east coast."
"Community standards...so, what are the standards here in Scituate?" Polly says, as she looks up on the computer a map of the town. She
locates the city swimming pool and she clicks on the icon. "Look here mom. It does say the city pool is swimsuit optional."
Clothing optional is also the standard for the public beach and the marina (when you are on your boat, not the dock).
The city park turned out to be only a Topless Recreation Zoned area.
"We should check out the park this weekend. What do you say, Polly?" Mrs. Poddelka says with a smile and a wink.
"I'm not going anywhere they're taking any clothes off!" Polly replies. "For now I'll just stick to the public library and the shopping mall."
* * * * *
Polly hadn't mentioned anything to her mother, that on these first days at school she noticed some striking differences in how the students
dressed at John Adams High School. Many of the girls wore tank tops with no bra on underneath. The classic Catholic school girl skirt is back
in fashion and with a higher hemline than before. During the first month of the school year the school saved money by keeping the air
conditioning at a warmer setting, and allowing the students to wear clothing more appropriate to a beach setting. Polly sweated it out in her
long sleeve shirt and blue jeans while other girls wore short shorts with a bikini top. And the boys were allowed to take their shirts off!
Polly was amazed any learning got done in the classroom. The morale of the students was good and somehow so was the class discipline.
Polly had never seen so few disturbances in class, and during her second week at school she found out why.
* * * * *
It was in Freshman English class that Polly saw her first use of creative punishment. A girl named Millie Monroe was late for the third time that
week. It's the first class of the day and also serves as the Homeroom. Millie is five minutes late, and though she claimed it's not her fault, that
her father drinks too much at night and it's hard to get him awake in the morning to drive Millie to school, the teacher insisted that disciplinary action is needed.
The titters and giggles go off in unison as Millie is called to the front by Mrs. Hamilton. Millie's face turns two shades redder by the time she
leaves her seat to step up the front of the class.
"Go to the blackboard, Millie, and while facing the board remove your shorts and underpants."
The teacher only had to remind the students one time to stay quiet and respectful. Polly was the only student shocked to see another girl
forced to strip down to a bare ass, Mrs. Hamilton putting Millie's shorts and plain modest panties on her desk. Millie stands, center of attention,
in front of the blackboard, her ass on view to every student in the room. Millie covers her front with her hands, even though nobody can see
whether or not she is well bushed down under, though if Millie was to turn even slightly in either direction the kids at that side of the room
would get a glimpse. From the gleeful looks on the faces of the boys, as well as many of the girls, they appear pleased by the sight of Millie's
slender legs and firm curvy bottom. Nobody shouted out insults or comments, or even whistled, much to Polly's surprise.
"Millie will show us how to conjugate sentences. Who would like to volunteer a sentence for Millie to write on the board?"
At least a dozen hands go up. The teacher calls on a boy in the front row to provide a sentence.
"The skinny girl's butt jiggles enticingly as she writes," the boy says.
A chorus of barely stifled snickers and guffaws accompanies Millie's fingers as she writes the sentence on the blackboard. Next the poor girl
has to conjugate the damn sentence, stating which word is the noun, verb, adjective, and adverb in the sentence. Polly is horrified by the whole
thing, this forced nudity punishment for something so minor as being late to class too many times. For half an hour Millie writes and conjugates
the suggested sentences of her peers.
"The boy wants to spank the girl's rear end"
"The girl has no tan lines so she must be a nudist"
"She showed off her feminine assets by flashing her ass to the class"
Millie's fingers tremble slightly, the letters of her words not aways formed with straight lines. The only positive thing about this is no student
was allowed to take their phone out to make a video.
Millie is then allowed to put her panties and shorts back on, but she had to step over to the teacher's desk to retrieve her articles of clothing.
The girl had to walk to the other side of the room, covering herself with both hands, then keep her ass toward her student audience as she
got her bottom covered up. For days afterward Millie was teased in the hallways and the cafeteria. Everyone in school heard about it.
After seeing what happened to Millie, Polly bought a second alarm clock with her own allowance, setting two clocks each night so she won't be
late for school.
