Future of Porn

I was still fuming the next morning. How could that witch come to us and ask us to this, this, fuckerware party? Why did she even think we would go? And why was Melanie even thinking about it?

I was lying in bed, mumbling to myself when Melanie woke up.

“Don’t you have a class?”

“I don’t want to go, I have something on my mind that is bothering me.”

“Class is more important. Get up and get dressed and go.”

“You aren’t my mother, Melanie.”

Oops. She sat up in her bed and fixed me with a stare.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing, Melanie.”

“I think I heard something about a mother, Sabine?”

Ah, shit. I was caught and might as well admit it.

“I said that you aren’t my mother, Melanie.”

“I see. I knew that I wasn’t your mother, Sabine. I think you do too. Was there some other meaning that I should attach to that statement?”

“Just that I am old enough to take care of myself and I don’t need you mothering me. There is something on my mind that I need to work out and until then I won’t be able to concentrate on anything.”

“And that is?”

“Nothing that would interest you.”

“I think I will be the judge of that, thank you. What is it?”

“I don’t want to go to any stupid party with Ms. Wilson and her friends.”

“And what if I want to go and bring you with me?”

“I don’t want to go, period. If you do, fine, I’ll be here when you get back.”

“I think that you are missing something here, Sabine. I said and bring you with me.”

“I don’t want to go, I don’t like her anymore and I don’t know any of her friends and probably wouldn’t like them either.”

“That’s fine, you don’t have to like them. And I don’t want to hear anymore about it. If I decide we are going, we are going. That means you and I, Sabine. Not me, but you and I.”

“I looked at her and saw the look she was giving me. My anger at the whole thing was bubbling and it didn’t register.

“I don’t…”

“Enough, Sabine. Remember what you said to me. I set the rules, right? I make the decisions, right? You mind me. I don’t want to hear another word. Is that clear, perfectly clear to you?”

It started to sink in but my mouth was faster than my brain for once.

“I don’t…”

She was out of her bed in an instant, grabbed my hair and pulled me out of mine. I squealed as she dragged me to the door.

“No, Melanie, my class, no…”

The door opened and she dragged me down the hall, struggling with her, trying to get her hand out of my hair. I was naked; she didn’t allow me to wear any nightgowns to bed anymore. And I was staring frantically down the hall to where the other girl’s rooms were.

“Melanie, I ‘m sorry, I really am, I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I promise…”

In the punishment room and she turned me away from her. She pulled my arms back and held my wrists in one hand while the other smacked my ass, hard. I squealed.

“Shut up unless you want the rest of the floor down here, watching, you silly bitch.”

She lifted my wrists up so I had to bend over and then proceeded to smack my cheeks hard and over and over until they were all hot and red. I could hear the smacks and wanted to scream, but I didn’t want anyone down here to see this. The slapping noises as her hand hit my ass were loud enough anyway. I bit my lip and squirmed but kept silent. She really gave me a good hand spanking, the first really good one I had ever received and it was amazing to me how much it heated my ass. Then she grabbed my hair again and dragged me out of the room and back to ours.

“Now, will you argue with me again, Sabine?”

“No, Melanie. I promise.”

I tried to sneak a rub to my cheeks. Of course she noticed.

“No rubbing. Get dressed, no bra or panties. After class come back here immediately, understand?”

“Yes, Melanie.”

Damn her, she knew I hated going braless. I jiggled, even as small as I was and my nipples, they always stuck out. I’d get looks and blush and I hated it. As I pulled up a pair of jeans, I winced. Christ, she could hit hard! I pulled on a top and grabbed my books, hurrying so I wouldn’t be late for class. Melanie watched me, standing in her nightie, not looking at all happy. I dashed out the door without saying goodbye.

My class was boring, but I was good in this subject so I didn’t mind too much after I got there. It was the instructor, not the subject matter so I could get into that. It made the time go fast and helped me to forget Melanie for a while. It was an hour and half class and I talked with a couple of girls I knew from it afterwards, forgetting that I was to be back right after class. Yeah, I know, pretty stupid.

I walked back, enjoying the Indian summer weather and took my time climbing the stairs to our room. When I walked in I saw Melanie, looking at her watch and frowning at me. Then I saw Ms. Wilson and another woman about her age sitting on our couch. I understood Melanie immediately. She was pissed off that I dawdled on the way back from class and my stomach did a flip. My ass wasn’t sore, but it still felt warm from my spanking earlier today. A nice warm feeling, but I didn’t want another. I watched Ms. Wilson and the other woman look me up and down. I was nervous because of Melanie’s obvious pique at me, but I also didn’t think I liked how they were looking at me.

“Well?”

“I’m sorry, I forgot, Melanie. I just talked to two girls for a minute.”

“I wasn’t talking to you, Sabine.”

“I think she’ll do.”

My face swiveled to the two women.

“It’s kind of hard to tell, though.”

I just stared at them for a second, then turned to Melanie.

“I don’t understand…”

“Shush, Sabine.”

She turned to them, ignoring me. She had a smirk on her face.

“Hard to tell?”

“Well, she does have quite a bit of clothes on and it is a lingerie party.”

Melanie giggled. Then she turned to me and my stomach dropped. She had her Melanie smirk going full bore today.

“Take off your clothes.”

“I don’t want..”

“Sabine.”

I got the look she gave me. I sniffled softly and slowly pushed off my shoes. I didn’t want to do this, but I was afraid of another spanking. I bent and pulled off my socks, delaying as much as possible. I whispered to Melanie.

“I don’t have underwear on.”

“So?”

My eyes started to tear up and my lower lip began to tremble. I closed my eyes and grasped the bottom of my top. My hands were shaking. I slowly pulled up my top, over my head and off and clutched it in front of me. Melanie held out her hand and took it from me. I crossed my arms over my breasts and stood, blushing and humiliated.

“Sabine.”

I whimpered softly and lowered my hands to my jeans, baring my little breasts. I fumbled with the button, finally getting it undone, but looked at Melanie once more, begging her with my eyes. She just looked back at me, no expression on her face other than expectation. I moaned and unzipped my jeans and then began the stupid dance we all do when we take off tight pants while standing. I squirmed and wriggled, finally getting them off my hips and then bent over to tug them down, hiding my pussy from them. I finally got them off and Melanie took them away from me also, leaving me naked. I had one arm over my breasts and one hand clamped over my pussy. I was blushing and trembling. I could feel how hard my nipples had gotten and I was not going to touch my pussy, afraid of how wet it might be.

“She looks fine, but it’s still hard to tell with her hands in front of her.”

“Sabine, hands at your sides.”

I gave Melanie a look after she said that, not moving, she couldn’t mean that.

“Sabine!”

My hands dropped immediately, baring everything. My face was hot and red. I looked at the two women, who were unashamedly looking at my body. I closed my eyes and shivered. It was good, but humiliating. I liked it when Melanie made me take my clothes off, but lately it had mostly been her and I. Just a few times with Ms. Wilson and she had seen me naked before. This new woman was acting a little too interested in me for my comfort.

“Can we see the rest?”

“Turn around, Sabine, slowly.”

I was happy to do that, since it took my pussy and breasts out of their sight, but it also made me show my ass, my fat ass, to them. My lip was trembling all over again. I turned in a circle ending up with me facing them once more.

“She’ll do just fine, but I think the hair should go.”

My mouth opened, my eyes went wide, and I stared at her and then turned to Melanie.

“I don’t…”

“Shush. Anything else?”

“No, I think she’ll do very well.”

With that they stood and walked to our door.

“See you at the party.”

The door opened and they stepped outside. Melanie swiftly walked up to me and grabbed my hair, pulling me towards the door.

“No, no, please, no..”

“Shut up, Sabine. You are going to learn not to talk back to me or to ignore what I tell you to do if I have to do this every hour on the hour.”

I was dragged into the hall, seeing Ms. Wilson and her friend stop and turn. They watched Melanie drag me into the punishment room, smirking. I could have died! And then when she bent me over again and swatted me I began to cry, humiliated, that they had seen me hauled down the hall, naked, and that they knew I was being spanked. They couldn’t help but hear the sound the smacks on my bare ass made as Melanie whacked me. Harder than she had already this morning. Much harder. And they had to hear me bawling like a baby. I was so humiliated!

Melanie smacked me good again and then left me bent over and bawling, to make my own way back to our room. I finally managed to stop crying, wiped my eyes and walked out to see them standing, facing me and I sniffled again. I stepped out and put my hands behind me, trying to hide my red ass, but mentally I knew it didn’t make any difference. They knew, they knew that I had just been spanked and it was so embarrassing.

Melanie was waiting for me, standing in our door. She took my hand and kissed my cheek, making me stand in the hall.

“I don’t want to spank you darling, but I also want you to mind. Will you?”

I nodded yes, trying not to look over my shoulder, back down the hall. I was nervous, thinking of someone walking our way and seeing me standing naked in the hall. I kept my eyes focused on her, even though it was hard not to look behind me.

Finally she let me inside and she led me into the bathroom. Sitting on the counter was a pair of scissors, ladies shave cream and a razor. My eyes filled again.

“Melanie, I don’t want to be shaved completely. I’ll look like a little girl. I’ll hate it.”

“Darling, it’s just until after the party. Then you can grow it back just like it is. Now hop up on the counter and lean back and spread your legs.”

Lip trembling once more, I did as I was told and watched her pick up the scissors. I closed my eyes and listened to the snips and felt the tugs on my pubic hair. I cried silently, tears leaking out of my eyes and trickling down my cheeks. I heard the hiss of the foam and Melanie rubbing it on me and then the scrapes of the razor across my skin. I didn’t open my eyes until she wiped the excess foam off my pussy. I looked down and sniffled. I looked like a twelve-year old girl!

Melanie rubbed some lotion on me, making me whimper softly and then she thrust the first two fingers of her right hand up my pussy and rubbed her thumb over my clitoris. Her left hand found a breast and teased it, squeezed it, rolled the nipple and soon I was panting and squirming my ass on the counter. Just before my stomach was going to contract and my orgasm hit me; she stopped and pulled her fingers out. I looked at her through teary eyes and she smirked at me. Her hand lifted and I sighed and opened my mouth, sucking my juice off her fingers and feeling my abdomen knot up from denial. She let me clean her fingers and thumb and then stepped back.

“Maybe later, Sabine, right now you have class.”

If I didn’t love her so much I could have cheerfully strangled her right then. I slipped off the counter and looked at my reflection in the mirror above it. I sniffled. I was bare down there, nothing at all and it was humiliating, because with my tiny breasts I looked so young. I sighed. Melanie would get her way one way or another, I realized that, but did she have to do things like this to me?

I walked into the main room, she was already seated on our couch and she looked up at me and smirked, making me feel worse than I already did. I walked over to my dresser to get a pair of panties and a bra.

“What do you think you are doing?”

“I’m getting some underwear.”

“What did I tell you earlier?”

I looked at her and then it dawned on me. Before my first class she had said no bra or panties, but she couldn’t mean that still, could she?

“Um, no bra or panties?”

“Yes, Sabine, very good. Now tell me why you are in your underwear drawer?”

“I, um, didn’t think, ah, you meant all day…”

She smiled at me.

“Actually I didn’t mean all day, but now that you mention it, Sabine, that sounds like a good idea, doesn’t it? Let me pick out a nice outfit for you to wear.”

“Um, my jeans are fine, Melanie.”

“Oh, I don’t think so, we want you to look your best, Sabine.”

She got up and went to the large closet that we shared. I heard her rummaging around, hangers moving and then she came out. Melanie was holding my shortest skirt and a spaghetti strap top. She walked over to me and held them out.

“I can’t wear this without underwear, Melanie, please.”

“Tell me that you are not talking back to me, darling…”

I took the skirt and top and shut up. I slipped the top on and then the skirt and walked into the bathroom to look in the mirror. Jesus! My nipples weren’t erect but they were showing noticeably and my skirt was mid-thigh, standing up. I hated to think of where the hem would go when I sat down. I walked back out.

“Melanie…”

She looked up from her textbook that she had been reading.

“Enjoy your class, Sabine.”

I sniffled quietly and picked up my books for this class and walked out the door, careful to not slam it, like I wanted to do. Shit, I didn’t want to go to class! Not now, dressed as I was, but if I didn’t and she found out. I sighed and headed to the stairs, blushing as I thought what someone might see if they were coming up as I was going down. I hurried down the stairs, meeting a few people but I don’t think anyone noticed. Walking across campus to the building for my class wasn’t too bad, except for the cool air on my pussy, but when I got in the classroom I looked for a place in the back but there wasn’t one. I had to sit in the third row from the front and I as I sat down I heard a whisper.

“Why doesn’t she just wear a belt, it would be longer than that skirt.”

I blushed. I heard snickers behind me and I think everyone in the class heard too, because it really wasn’t a whisper that was meant not to be heard. It was one of those that everyone was supposed to hear and they did. I sat unable to control my blushing, like always, and kept my knees clamped together. The guy sitting next to me smiled at me, but it was at my nipples, not my face. His look never rose above my neck. A guy and girl in front of me turned and looked at me. The girl glanced at my skirt and snorted, as if I was whore or something. The guy stared at my legs as if he had never seen legs before. I was never so happy in all my life as I was when that class was over.

When I got back from class, Melanie was quiet and thoughtful. She did look at me and say hello but she had been studying and went back to that. I wondered if there was something she wanted to say and waited for her, but I soon realized that I had been sort of neglecting my schoolwork, so I sat down to study also. We spent a good share of the afternoon together, but silent and each in their own world. I did notice that she would look at me from time to time, speculatively, and then go back to her texts. I’m sure that I didn’t see each time that she looked but enough that I shivered inside. We went to dinner together, each fairly quiet although we did talk some.

We got back to the room and studied some more until I had had enough and put some soft music on. I sat on the couch and curled my legs underneath me, letting the music take over my thoughts and not really paying much attention to anything. I was relaxed and thinking about bed when Melanie closed her text and turned to me.

“Sabine, darling, remember what we decided on for us?”

I was startled slightly, she had been sort of distant and I didn’t expect her to talk to me tonight. The thought that she might ignore me hurt. I was happy that she decided to say something to me.

“Um, sort of, Melanie. I’m not sure what you are asking me, though.”

“Do you remember that you told me that I set the rules, darling?”

I shivered when she said this to me.

“Um, yes, Melanie, I guess I do.”

I wasn’t sure where this was leading.

“Good, and I am sure that you meant what you said, right?”

“Ah, yes, I did, Melanie.”

“Good, then take off your clothes, darling.”

I shuddered inside, but I stood up, feeling that something nice was going to happen to me and I wanted it very much. I undressed, not coyly, but almost eagerly, folding each item as I removed it. I wasn’t wearing much anyway and I was soon naked, standing and looking at her. My anticipation was strong. I was shivering and getting aroused without having her touch me. Just the act of stripping while she still was dressed was good for me.

“Now, darling, my top dresser drawer. The lubricant and the strapon, get them.”

I had trouble getting myself to move, but I finally did. While I walked to her dresser, Melanie got up from her desk and walked to the couch, sitting down on it. I walked back with the lubricant and strapon, extending my hands to give them to her. She did take the strapon, but left the lubricant in my hand.

“Now darling, kneel down, facing away from me, put your head on the floor and lubricate your asshole.”

I sucked in a breath. I was not happy at all with this command, because always before Melanie had done this, I had done it one day, just to show her how much I loved her. I had never had to lubricate myself other than that. Melanie always did it for me. Besides, I knew what she wanted and she knew that I didn’t like it. I stood, staring at her, unhappy.

“Sabine, did you mean what you said or was it just talk?”

I shuddered and turned away from her, my eyes filling. I knelt and lowered my face to the floor and opened the top of the bottle. Reaching back, I drizzled the lubricant between my cheeks, sniffling softly and then set the bottle down. I shuddered as one hand reached back and rubbed between my cheeks, finding my asshole and rubbing the lubricant on it.

“Put a finger inside, darling.”

I was trembling, so ashamed as she watched me humiliate myself for her. I slowly inserted a finger in my asshole and shivered.

“Move it in and out, darling, finger your asshole for me.”

I did as I was told, blushing and feeling so embarrassed. She watched me humiliate myself for her for a while.

“Where is your finger Sabine?”

“In my ass, Melanie.”

“Does it feel good, darling?”

“I don’t like it.”

“Put another finger in darling. Open yourself up for me.”

I gave out a soft sob and grimacing, inserted another finger.

I felt so full, there, stretched open and disgustingly dirty and nasty.

“Twist them around and in and out, darling. It will help.”

I did as I was told, Melanie smirking at me, I knew she was smirking. I could see that look, even with my face on the rug. It was burned into my mind. I heard clothes rustling behind me. My ass felt open, distended. I felt her kneel behind me and I shuddered.

“What are you doing, darling/”

“I’m fingering myself, Melanie.”

“Oh goodness, you are fingering your pussy?”

The arena was filling up and the sun was getting low in the sky. The other nine seats in our section were slowly becoming occupied with a nice looking selection of young guys who all shook my hand and introduced them selves to each other. I couldn’t remember any of their names, but I told them I was Richard but they could call me Rich. The “team” was in good shape and had some fine swinging meat between their legs. I elbowed the guy next to me and asked, are you with Lisa’s crew? He said, sure aren’t you? Yes I guess so, I said. He began laughing and said, shit man you got the top job on the team, how’d you do it?

Bill, my new teammate, told me that Lisa needed nine volunteers for the style and pie event, and one guy for the final judging. He slapped my shoulder and said, damn man; you’re the lucky stiff tonight, then he pointed to my swelling dick and chuckled. Relax Richard; this is going to be a real cum festival.

The Master of Ceremonies hushed the crowd, and said Welcome to the thirty sixth Miss Nude Pie Contest. We are ready for the final event of the contest. These final five contestants are here tonight to compete for the honor of being crowned “Miss Nude Pie 2006″.

The crowd clapped and you could hear some whistling and a few lewd comments while the contestants entered the stage. They were five very appealing women, I thought maybe contestant number three, could have been porn star I’d seen in a bukaki film. Lisa our princess was in the front of the line, she looked perfect. She had been given a rubdown, a duesch, and a waxing to freshen her up after the pie-throwing event earlier.

The MC called her name and Lisa strode out on the stage like naked whore. She pointed her finger and stuck out her tongue to the guy in seat one, and then mounted the leather bench, and assumed the doggie position. The lead off hitter (guy in seat number one) walked up and stood right behind her slick oiled ass. Her pussy was smooth and almost the color of a peach. There was a glow from the oil on her skin and the stage lights showed her pussy juice where her lips parted. Pie man number one ran his cock up and down her slit and prepared to fill her hole full of cream.

No. One was pretty hung, eight inches and a good thick shaft; it looked totally hot watching him fuck in and out of Lisa’s puffed up pussy lips. Bill leaned over and said, the object is for each guy to shoot as much as he can and not get it all over her crotch. They take off points for wasted pie.

Lisa’s stud was fucking her in a nice easy pace, you don’t want to wear yourself out to early, and there was a lot of cock to go. No. One’s nut sack tightened and we could see the veins swell out on his shaft and his ass cheeks clench. He was a heavy cummer, and he could fill a shot glass.

Lisa fucked all nine of these guys like a pro; she cheated no one. She fucked each one in a separate position and only lost a couple of points from dribbling sperm onto the bench. It was apparent that Ms. Lisa was the crowd’s favorite; many people new her and the cheers and whistles were constant.

With a ballerina move, she spun and took her place in the chair like devise. The audience roared to its feet; she was spread eagle and sopping wet. The body oil, the cum and the pussy juice boiling in her fuck hole was a smoldering mess.

Lisa held up her finger to signal for the crowd to hush, the said, No. Ten, on stage please. Her green eyes were glazed and she had a sweet smile of satisfaction on her face. She’d been fucked, and fucked the just the way she liked it. Now was the moment of her triumph and she had the calm and confident demeanor of a winner.

The crowd was silenced as I stumbled to the stage. I was directed to kneel in front of the chair where Lisa’s legs were perched in their stirrups. Her legs were on either side of my head and her drenched, fucked, sperm soaked cunt was right in my face. There was almost not wasted pie on Lisa’s thighs or ass; she had done an amazing job holding all that spunk in her hole. Right below her clit you could see it begin to emerge like sweet cream from a pastry bag. Her labia were fat and distended and the tip of her clit was totally exposed. She was ripe, she had all the cum she could hold.

When the judges told the timekeeper to start the count down, she looked down at my face, smiled and said, get it all baby; clean your whore good, suck my cunt, make me Miss Nude Pie 2006.

Out of the loud speakers I heard the MC announce: “ready, get set, on the mark…”

“Thank you, Kelly. Don’t forget your desk and clothes.” Miss Sanders told her student in a proud voice. “Leave your clothes off, too. I hope you all took notes or remembered all of this. There will be a quiz about what you learned in the female anatomy tomorrow. Now I need someone with their hymen still. Any volunteers?”

Few girls raised their hands, willing to stand naked in front of the class for their teacher. Out of lust, being turned on and wanting to please their teacher. Marie was one that had her hand up, Hillary had hers up and Lisa, too. All pretty girls, one you could tell was a cheerleader, long blonde hair, skinny, nice size breasts and long legs to go with her soft, light skin. Marie had black hair that stopped in the middle of her back, it was beautiful, she was very voluptuous and filled out in all the right places and looked like a nice handful, her big breasts pushing out of her sweater and jeans fitting nicely around her hips and legs. And Lisa was a short hair brunette who was thin and had shorts on and a jersey, quite the tomboy who wasn’t afraid to show off her womanly parts for the class.

“Oh, this is tough,” Miss Sanders looked at her volunteers. “Oh, all three of you come up here and bring your desks.”

All three girls went in front of the class, some of the boys were losing it, their hard dicks straining against their jeans or shorts, especially the ones around Kelly, sitting at her desk naked looking up at the three girls about to show their hymens and bare bodies to the whole class just as she did. She was getting wet by this and felt her hand go under her desk to her drench pussy and start rubbing a little bit around her slit. One of the boys behind her reached out and touched the middle of her back, she lightly moaned by it, still horny as hell from Miss Sanders’ finger teasing. Running his finger down her back to the top of her butt and lightly traced down her crack under the seat. She lifted up allowing him to slide his hand under her butt to sit on and let him do whatever. His free hand rubbing his cock over his jeans, he felt her hot, wet pussy and wriggled his fingers around the best he could with them being sat on. Leaning forward in her desk, Kelly gave him better access to her pussy.

“Ok, girls, if you will please, strip down and get on your desks and open your legs.” She said dryly. She was beyond turned on now, she was horny and wanted to so badly dive between the legs of one of these girls and let one of the boys just shove one of their dicks straight up her wet, drenched pussy.

All three girls were up on their desks with their legs spread open, smiling and giggling a little with showing off their young bodies to the whole class. Miss Sanders looked around her classroom, looking at her students, some of them have started to fondle Kelly, she was enjoying it very much, she wouldn’t interfere unless it looked like it would get out of hand or she didn’t want it to happen. Gary behind her had his hand under her rump, probably fingering her to heaven, she thought. And Ben next to her reached over to fondle one of her breasts and she was shocked at her right side, Kate had reached over and started rolling Kelly’s nipple between her fingers, smiling at her while rubbing her own pussy inside her unbuttoned jeans. “Ok, class, let’s pay attention up here real quick.”

Moving behind Hillary first, she reached her arms around her waist and opening her pussy up and allowing all to see inside her pink, wet hole. “If you all see closely, feel free to come up and take a look, you can see a membrane wall, that is the hymen and it will have a hole or maybe even a few too, take note of that. Girls if you will, open your labia majora’s wide and let them look too, since we can’t all look at the same hymen.” Smiling at her volunteers.

With the three girls sitting on top their desks, the class has gathered around the front to see up close a virginal pussy. Some of the boys at first were hesitant with standing up due to their hard dicks, but didn’t care when they noticed some bolted right up to the front without a second thought of their hard ons. The girls were looking too, even though some of them had a hymen themselves, they didn’t want to volunteer for it. Miss Sanders leaving Hillary to open her own pussy, she moved to Lisa who was sitting next to her and reached around and opened her pussy up for the viewers to see, and after awhile, moved on to Maria, who she personally liked the most. Maria had fat pussy lips and loved how they felt when she pushed her fingers in the soft flesh to open her lips up for the gathering crowd. All the girls were getting excited and started to drip juices from their pussies onto their desks.

Miss Sanders noticed one of the boys growing bold and pulled his penis out and started stroking it while looking at Lisa’s hymen. Not wanting things to get out of control. “Ok all, let’s get back to our desks and move on.”

After everyone was in their desks, Miss Sanders returned to the front of hers and leaned against it, looking at her students, four girls naked and sitting in their desks as if they were dressed and all of her students horny as can be

“Any questions?” Before moving on, she asked her students.

“What about you?” Gary spoke up.

“What of me?”

“What does a fully matured woman look like?” Asking her hoping for her reaction to be what he has in mind.

“Oh, you don’t want to see me, I am your old teacher.” She answered blushing now.

“Yes I- we do.” He replied back. The class agreed with him of wanting to see her naked.

“Well,” She thought. “Here. If you all do well in this class and pass all your quizzes and tests, the last day, I will show you a mature woman’s body completely bared and teach naked. Deal?” Handing out a worksheet.

The class cheered and returned back to their work on their sheets, some excited about the last day now without even knowing what is on the agenda for tomorrow and the day after before she strips for them. Miss Sanders continued on with the rest of the class with questions and gave them a little off the record quiz about what they learned in class before class was nearly over. Few minutes before the bell rang, she had the girls get dressed and once again reminded the students about their promise of not telling a soul about how they are educated in this subject.