“Donna, can I ask a question?” It was Angela, a small shy girl, with adorable brown eyes. She wore a loose-fitting tank top with one strap off her shoulder, exposing one of her cute little tits, but otherwise covering her front, its gathered folds gently touching her lap.
“Sure, honey,” I said. “What’s up?”
“It’s about the Dress Code,” she began. She shifted awkwardly, then tucked a leg under her bare bottom. “The High School Dress Code, I mean. You see, it’s just that some of the teachers expect us to wear underwear.”
“Bra and panties, you mean?”
“Well, yeah, I think so. Or at least panties anyway. My science teacher told us he’s allowed to punish girls by stripping them down to their underwear, but he can’t strip her completely naked, is that true?”
“Sure, I think so, Angela, but to be honest, the High School Dress Code is a bit convoluted. I helped revise it this year to accommodate this CP class. I know we took out any requirement that girls wear underwear, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Angela took a deep breath. “Okay, so starting next week, in science class, we’re going to start playing a science quiz game in class. There will be two teams: girls against the boys, who take turns answering questions. Whoever gets a question wrong has to take off an item of clothing, until they’re down to their underwear, and then they’re out of the game. When everyone on a team is down to their underwear, then that team loses, and they don’t get any of their clothes back.”
“So the losing team has to spend the rest of the day in their underwear.”
“Yeah,” said Angela. “No big deal, right? Just some innocent fun. Except if a girl isn’t wearing underwear, what then? You know what I’m trying to say? What does it mean for a girl to strip down to her underwear if she isn’t wearing any underwear??”
“I would guess she would just take off her clothes then, is that such a big deal?”
Angela huffed. “Apparently it is. Our teacher said all the girls have to wear underwear starting tomorrow, or else we don’t get to play the game.”
“A minute ago when I asked if underwear means bra and panties, you said you thought it just meant panties, but you weren’t sure.”
“Well, yeah, that’s because teachers strip girls down to their underwear all the time. It’s a very standard punishment in this school. A lot of the time when it happens, the girl isn’t wearing a bra, so she just strips down to her panties, no big deal. You should notice next time you’re in the cafeteria, how many girls are just wearing panties. It’s most likely because they were punished earlier in the day.”
“What do teachers do if they need to punish a girl who has already been stripped down to her panties?”
Angela shrugged. “Spanking, I guess.”
“Is that a common punishment for girls?”
“Not as common as stripping, but a lot of teachers still spank us. For a lot of girls, being spanked is more embarrassing than painful. For one thing, when a girl is spanked she has to lift her dress or skirt, or if she’s wearing shorts or pants, she would even have to take them off! Then, for a proper spanking, she needs to take off her panties, then get on her knees, in front of the teacher, who makes sure the whole class gets a good look at her bare butt. The worst part, for me, is that I get excited from being spanked, and I’m not really good at cumming quietly.”
“Yeah,” I said. “you’re cute when you cum, Angela.”
“Okay, then, getting back to your problem, you have to wear underwear to your science class, but you don’t have to wear both a bra and panties, is that it?”
“Right. I could wear panties and no bra, and that would be okay.”
“And you could wear a top of some kind, something that shows off your cute belly, maybe.”
“Um, no, that won’t work, remember? The principle put the kibosh on t-shirt and panties. That outfit is against the Dress Code, which requires a girl’s dress or top to be long enough to cover up her panties.”
“How about the reverse, then? Bra and no panties?”
A light went on in Angela’s head. “I could wear a sports bra as my top, and a little skirt as my bottom! Then, when I need to strip down to my underwear, I would just take off my skirt. That works! Thanks, Donna!”
* * *
A few days later, the science teacher came to see me after school. It was a Friday, and I had been playing my own stripping game with my kids, and, well, let’s just say I didn’t do so well at that game. I pride myself on keeping my word, so when I agreed with my kids to spend the whole weekend completely bottomless, I was prepared to really do it. I had just locked my micro-miniskirt in my desk, and was thinking about what Crysta would do to me when I got home.
“You know, Donna,” he began, running his hand down my belly, “your girl Angela is extra-cute!”
Out of habit, I relaxed my stance, in case he kept going toward my pussy, but he faced me, and put both hands under my top, and massaged my back. It felt really good!
“But I wanted all the girls to wear a top and a bottom, and underwear, too. She wanted me to count her sports bra as both a top and as underwear, and you know, Donna, I can’t do that.” He ran his hands under my shirt around to the front, and lifted it over my breasts, cupping them gently with both hands.
I raised my arms to make it easy for him to strip me naked, if he wanted to. “So what did you do?”
“Donna, do you know that only three girls disobeyed me? Angela and two other girls. And do you know what else? All three girls are in your CP class.”
“Let me ask you a question,” which was a little difficult, since he left me with my arms in the air, and my top completely covering my face! (And his hand now cupping my pussy!) But I persevered. “Why can’t you just play the quiz game, and let girls strip down to their birthday suit if they want to? Why make them wear underwear?”
He laughed. “Well, apart from the Student Handbook assuring students and their parents that girls won’t be stripped completely naked, I just don’t think it’s fair to the girls. They’re just in high school for Christ’s sake, Donna. They shouldn’t have to get completely naked for a silly game. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not against stripping a girl stark naked when it’s necessary, like if she needs a spanking, and all she has on are a pair of panties — sure, in that case, she should take them off, of course.”
“Are you mocking me?”
I spread my legs as he felt between them. I was completely slippery from clitoris to vagina to asshole. It was hard to remember even what we were talking about while he used my pussy lubrication to probe my anus. “When else do you strip the adorable little girls in your science class?”
“Well, since you asked, the three girls who disobeyed me will be severely punished. I can’t strip them naked, of course, but I can do something even better. I can force them to come to school naked for a whole week.”
“How can you do that?”
“Simple. I just fail them if they set fun in my classroom wearing any clothing at all next week.”
I laughed, and then purred as he brought me right to the edge of cumming. I rolled my head against his shoulders, and then I gasped as he entered me. (He was so quiet taking off his pants!)
“It’s even better than just three naked girls,” he went on. “In order for them to get a passing grade, I make them do stuff.”
He pushed deep into me. It felt like we were both about to cum. “What kind of stuff?”
“You know, making them kiss each other, forced masturbation. Some girls even agree to be fucked, right there in the classroom.”
I was aghast. “You mean raped?”
He laughed. “No, nothing like that! They enter into agreements willingly. One game that’s fun for two naked girls is to hand them tiny little miniskirt. You wouldn’t believe how they lust after such a tiny little bit of modesty after they’ve been naked for a few days! I dangle it in front of them and make them spread their legs and bend over. Then whichever girl can cum first gets to wear the skirt. Each girl gets to pick a boy from the class, and authorizes him to do anything he can to make her cum. And I mean anything! Every boy starts by stroking the girl’s pussy, but it’s a race against time, you see, so the girls beg the boys to do more and more, and it’s not long before the boys start dropping trough and fucking the girls. It’s a lot of fun for the whole class.”
“That does sound like fun,” I said as I melted into his arms. He pushed into me one last time, while I purred. This was a great start to a fun bottomless weekend with Crysta!
Pretty Girl of the Day, May 9, 2016
The nice thing about wearing stockings as a bottom is that I’m completely decent, according to the Dress Code, anyway, and at the same time I don’t have to cover up my pussy.
I know, I’m a bundle of contradictions. You don’t have to tell me that. I like to be decent, but at the same time I don’t like to cover up my pussy. At least here, at the College, this is considered
When I was in high school, I was considered a little “odd”. Before I get into why people thought I was odd, let me tell you about “School Pride” days. Every Friday during football season, girls were allowed to wear school team clothing, to show their pride in the school. Some girls wore their boyfriends’ actual jerseys, which were big enough they didn’t have to wear any underwear, so this became the style. Oddly, the important thing wasn’t so much the oversized school clothing, but the lack of underwear. So the same girl who wore a tshirt and panties on Thursday is a social pariah for wearing panties on Friday. It doesn’t figure.
A dress (or a top worn as a dress) doesn’t fully cover a girl’s pussy from every angle. That’s just life. A girl needs to walk up the stairs, after all, and it’s just not reasonable for her to expect no one to look up. I suppose a short dress covers less often, or less completely, but it’s always a matter of degree. There’s no particular length where you can say a top shorter than that length isn’t decent, and a top longer than that length is decent. Some people have tried — “crotch-length” is the shortest decent top, they say. But even a crotch-length top covers a girl’s pussy from most angles, and a longer top might fail to cover her from some other angles.
So I never really thought of crotch-length as a requirement for a top. On the other hand, I did want to show off my curves, so I wanted a tight top. For that, the small size worked best, and the fact that it didn’t cover my pussy, well, that was just a minor inconvenience to me.
When I was a freshman and sophomore, I was too chicken to wear a size “small”, but each year I saw the senior girls wearing tighter and shorter tops, and I would catch sight of their pussies more and more often. I’m not sure if it was just that I was noticing more as I got older, or if girls were just getting more daring. In any case, when I got to my senior year, I decided I would dress to please myself, so I wore the tightest little sports top I could fit into, and went to school completely bottomless. It was fun! And no one bothered me, because I was showing my school pride. But people did think I was a little odd.