Naked in School-Kevin and Denise
The morning came all too soon; it wasn’t a restful night at all. I must have a lot of stuff on my mind because not sleeping well is unusual for me.
A little before 11 am, people from the group began arriving. I had set up Aunt Helene’s den for us with a few card tables and we could get on the Web using the wireless in the house.
Soon the group was all there and we had logged into the website’s admin section. We immediately saw that the publicity team had done their work; there were a bunch of first person submissions awaiting moderation. We began scanning through them.
Linda Grovner, a senior and participant in the Program last spring, had become the defacto team leader for website content. We saw her reading her screen and giggling.
One of the other girls called, “What, Linda?”
“You gotta hear this, guys. It makes what Kevin did look like an amateur. I’ll read it—it’s from a bystander—it’s about these kids fighting off participating in the Program last year and this post tells what happened. This was a big school so it looks like they ran three couples from each class each week so they could get to everybody.” She began.
The Program came to our school in the middle of last year. They only began it at the start of the spring term and in the very first group there was this guy in it and his twin sister and they were seniors. I got called too and we had no idea that we were being called for the Program that morning. Parents had to agree to having their kids participate in the Program and my parents signed their approval for it last summer over my objections. Was I way pissed.
Anyway, a bunch of us got called to go to the school’s conference room and when we got there, the principal was there with another guy and the school’s two security guards and two coaches, I think the wrestling and football coaches. When we all got there, there were twenty-four kids in the room. Then the principal broke the news and everyone just about had a heart attack.
One girl about keeled over and a guy grabbed her. Turns out they were a twin brother and sister. I’ll try to quote what was said as best as I can remember. What happened is kind of burned into my memory.
The boy said, “Well, you made a mistake, then. Our parents didn’t approve our participation and they even sent a letter saying that we were not to be picked.”
The principal told him, “Son, during the fall the Program became mandatory and everyone in the school must participate. That’s why we’re so crowded now.”
His sister was crying. “Mandatory or not, we’re outta here.”
He tried to leave with his sister but a security guard blocked the door.
The principal said, “Now students, I want to introduce you to Mr Cirota. He’s the Program counselor at the school and will be in charge of how the Program runs. You have to listen to everything he says because it will be up to him if you successfully complete the week. If you don’t you’ll need to repeat it. Now I’ll go over the rules with you, take your questions, and then you’ll all get undressed, put your clothes in these boxes, and go to class. You can get your clothes at the main doors after school tomorrow and....”
I won’t bore you with the rest of his speech. I think it’s the same thing just about everywhere. The guy (learned his name was Roger and was a senior) whispered in his sister’s ear ( her name was Cynthia) and the two went to lean on a nearby wall. I should mention that the room had chairs lined up along the walls but no tables; they needed the open space for all of us and we were told to sit during the talk. Those two didn’t sit.
Then the time came and the principal told everyone to strip. There was a lot of hesitancy and the guards and teachers began to move toward the kids, the principal told us if we didn’t, they would forcibly disrobe us.
When the guard moved away from the door, Roger and Cynthia went toward it and a teacher came to intercept them, reached out, and grabbed Cynthia’s shoulder. She did a half twist, grabbed his arm, then holding his arm, turned away and kind of bent over. The teacher just rolled over her back and landed face-up on the floor. I couldn’t believe what I saw, it was like a Ninja.
The guards and teachers began heading toward the two kids and Roger said, “No closer! Cindy was gentle that time. We don’t want to hurt anyone.”
One guard charged him then, reaching out his arms to grab Roger, who seemed to lean to the side, grab an arm, did something with his hip, and the guard stumbled and fell headlong on his face.
Roger yelled, “Get out of the way, everyone!” and mayhem broke out. We all squeezed into the corners of the room and watched with amazement as five adults (the principal was on his cell phone) tried to reach the two kids. They kept the adults always in front of them and were able to avoid being grabbed by twisting themselves in a funny way and then the person trying to get to them hit the floor. It seemed that this was taking a long time but it was actually less than a minute.
Two of the adults—a teacher and a guard—were limping and the others must have had injured arms. Roger and Cynthia seemed like they were barely breathing hard.
Roger said, “Cindy and I’ve had judo training. If you touch us, you’ll just wind up on the floor again. I said that we’re not going to do this and I mean it. Guys, now that everything’s all confused, just get out of here and decide if you’re gonna do it or not. You need to think about it and not just get forced.”
The principal tried to stop anyone from leaving but about half of the kids left the room. I stayed. I didn’t want to get into trouble.
Then the school’s police resource officer arrived. The principal told him what happened and wanted the cop to arrest the two. The cop asked to speak to the two privately. They did, and about five minutes later the cop came in.
“So it appears that they were going to be forcibly undressed?” The principal confirmed that. “Well, seems to me that they were just protecting themselves.”
“They’re in a federal program that requires that they be naked in school, officer.”
“Then it’s a federal problem, right? Let them deal with this,” he said and he walked out.
You probably want to know what happened next. I didn’t see any of this; I’ll just say what I heard. Roger and Cindy went home and I guess spoke to their folks. Their dad was a Marine NCO on the local Navy base—that must be where they learned judo. They did come back to school the next day but they always had a burly, uniformed Marine hanging around. One time I heard that some federal officials tried to do something with the siblings like arrest them or something, but the Marine guy here at the time delayed them and then in a few minutes a whole bunch of Marines showed up. Must be great having a private security force working for you.
Anyway, it appears that they turned 18 in March and legally didn’t have to do the Program anymore. We were told that if you didn’t do the Program you couldn’t graduate. Well, my uncle is a lawyer and said that the diploma and possibly transcripts could be withheld, but a lot of colleges didn’t care about the diploma. They looked at grades and SAT scores, and there were ways to force a school to provide a transcript.
Me? I did my Program week and it was bearable. Did it do anything for me? Nothing. I did the minimum stuff, no relief in class, I kept the Reasonable Requests reasonable, dropped my extracurricular activities for the week (beginning of the term, so I could), and didn’t do anything to attract attention. And twenty of the initial 24 did do the Program for that week. Two others left school; not sure what they did.
Oh yeah. One thing that the Program did for me. I go to nude beaches now. Optional nudity is ok. Compulsory and humiliating nudity? No way ok.
We were all looking at each other while that report was being read. After hearing it, I said, “See guys? I’m not the only guy who can do that stuff. But I really like their style. Cool kids.”
The others agreed.
Janet, another of our content writers began reading one submission intently and then she sat back in her chair with a gasp.
“Oh my god, guys, I don’t believe this one. You guys have to hear this; it’s awful.” She began reading.
“Oh, I’ll skip the stats at the beginning since there’s nothing unusual, but here’s the narrative.
My name is Roberta. It’s my sophomore year and I’m only 14 years old and I’ve just been put on the Program. This morning I had to go to the principal’s office and they told me that I had to undress and be in the school naked all week. I broke down and nearly fainted and the gym teacher had to strip me. They told me I would have a partner to help support me in coping with being naked and he’s is a 15-year old sophomore, Jason. He tried to cheer me up; it was a good thing he’s a pretty funny guy because I couldn’t help but laugh at some of the dumb things he said.
The students on the Program were given a little time to talk together before we had to go out into the hall and that helped me a little. When we went into the hall, I was still terrified but I was able to hold it together till we got to my first class.
The teacher, Mr Walker, asked us if we needed relief and Jason said he didn’t. Me? Forget it. No way could I do that!
This was our health class and the teacher announced a term research project. He told us that he wanted us to collect data on the range of human sex responses in a number of categories that he’d list on the board. The data would be collected from all of the Program students in his health classes and also from an equal number of volunteers, and when it was all collected we would analyze it. That sounded awful. Data on sex responses?
Then he called me and Jason up to the front! Then he began writing on the board:
“Objective: Determine time to orgasm,” and he made two headings, “Girls” and “Boys.”
He took me first! Mr Walker had me lay on my back on the table in the front with my privates—I guess they’re no longer private!—facing the class. He grabbed my legs, bent my knees, and spread them apart. I never felt so exposed or ashamed in my life! He asked Jason if he knew how to find my clit. He didn’t, so he had Jason stand between my legs, took Jason’s hand and brought his forefinger to my pussy lips, spread them, and then placed Jason’s finger on my little button. He asked Jason to move his finger around a little. Oh! It tingled and I felt myself getting wet.
Then Mr Walker told the class that the first measurement in the project was to time how long it took me to cum while being stroked manually on my clit—oh my god, he can’t do that to me! He did. Mr Walker had Jason stand near my head, reach over my belly to my pussy, and start rubbing my clit. He was doing it too hard and it was painful so I closed my legs and pulled away. Mr Walker said not to move and I told him that it hurt, so he told Jason to be more gentle. He was, but the only feeling I was having was like I needed to pee, kind of a burning and not nice at all. I had heard that some girls liked to touch their pussies. It was supposed to feel good but I never tried it myself. This didn’t feel good at all!
Mr Walker stopped Jason, he said it was five minutes and I hadn’t had an orgasm. Then he asked me if I had ever had one before and I told him I hadn’t. He asked the class to note that my response to manual clitoral stimulation was in excess of five minutes and that I needed a rest before the next test. There was another test? Little did I know.
Then Mr Walker had Jason stand in front of the class; I saw his cock was all stiff. Mr Walker asked Jason to stroke it to orgasm and Jason blushed bright red. He said he couldn’t do it with an audience but Mr Walker insisted, telling him if he didn’t follow instructions he’d spend another week on the Program. Jason was shaking as he tried to stroke but I guess he was so nervous that the only thing I saw happen was some clear stuff leaking out of the little hole. Was that the orgasm? Apparently not and Mr Walker was getting annoyed now.
He told the class that we would skip this test for now and go to the next one, having Jason’s cock rubbed by a girl. Which girl? ME. I never did that before! Mr Walker told me to do just what Jason was doing, but when I tried it, Jason cried out in pain. His cock was all red was getting soft, and he kept trying to pull away. Mr Walker was not happy. He told us to stop now and for our next class we’d have to do this all over again! He also wrote the rest of the tests we would have to do on the board.
The other things that would be done to me next, while being timed to having an orgasm, were being rubbed manually inside me on my G-spot, having a dildo rubbed in my pussy, having a finger pushed in my rectum, and being licked on my pussy.
I told Mr Walker that no way I would do all those things! What can I do? Help me someone!
We were just floored. This was terrible. We were looking at one another and asking, “Can we help?” “Can we find her?” “What can we do?”
John Webber, one of the guys who had set up the server, was here today and Linda asked him if there was any way we could set up a secure private message ability on the site. It would have to shield our group somehow so that someone from the Program office couldn’t use it to contact us and have us reveal our location when we answered. He said he’d work on it.
“Maybe some peer helping too?” I suggested. “Companies doing tech support set up what they call ‘community support’ web forums. Could we do that? Then people can ask for help from others and it wouldn’t involve contacting us. And we could answer in the forum too. The only thing we would need to watch for would be ringers, people writing in false info, I guess. Have to risk it, maybe. Geez, this is getting more complicated than I thought!”
We spent the next two hours going through the submissions and making them live and the kids who would be blogging were writing their articles based on the first person stories. The blogs were summaries and opinion pieces, also news items that told readers what our thoughts were about enhancing the site. Our website guru John was able to quickly set up a suggestion box feature to solicit site visitors’ ideas. Then people began to take off and the meeting broke up. It was very productive, though. I don’t know if we could solve individual problems, but just the info sharing would be helpful.
I pulled John aside before he left.
“Hey John, I thought about having a doctors’ page and forgot to mention it to the group. Is there a way to set up a page to have doctors contribute that would keep their anonymity but also cut down on non-docs doing submissions?”
“Well, let me think.... Yeah, we could put up a subdomain under that shell domain that masks our identity that your IT contact set up and try to limit knowledge of it to only docs. If the word is spread only by word of mouth and not published anywhere, that may work.”
“Let’s try it, ok? How much time do you need?”
“Only a few minutes to set the subdomain. Couple hours to do the page and web form for submissions. Maybe by tomorrow?”
“That’ll work—I have a doc’s appointment Monday after school; he’s in the med school and maybe he can start getting the word out. He seemed to be bothered about injuries he’s begun seeing with Program kids. Thanks a bunch, John.”
Everyone had left by then and I used the rest of the day working off several things from my “to-do” list. After I finished my school work, I began to reflect on how Monday’s Program unveiling session would go and how Denise and I would handle it. I knew the school would mostly support what I was planning but the Program officials were an unknown. I looked at the official Program website and poked around, soon discovering a reference to an “enforcement” division. While there was little information about what that could be, a little imagination could make some disturbing deductions.
So I shot an email to Bob Charlesworth with my thoughts and a request that he think of how we would handle any overt interference with the school in their following ADA provisions.
Then I went to sleep and spent a fitful night.
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