By FireBloom and
FrostByte
novalegion451@gmail.com
Copyright 2025 by FireBloom and FrostByte, all rights reserved
[4,696 words]
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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
of legal age in your community to read or
view
such material, please leave now.
FireBloom says ... Hi, it's Kit. The good news is that I'm
back, after a bit of a hiatus. The bad news is, I'm alone for the
moment. Jamie and I had gotten off to a pretty good start here, but
then it seemed like ten different things hit us all at once that we
needed to deal with. Even after things settled down, it was hard to
find time to write, especially together. Jamie seems to have lost some
interest in this. I haven't had much luck getting my partner to return,
but I'm hoping this will help. I didn't want another month to go by
without some kind of submission, so I wrote this short story myself,
hoping to rekindle Jamie's, and my, enthusiasm for this. This story was
inspired by an idea suggested by our friend, Susan.
5. Shower Time
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5. Shower Time
"This
afternoon promises to be sunny but chilly, with temperatures dropping
to the low 40s, moderate winds up to 18 miles per hour ... "
"It's going to be cold and windy this afternoon," reported Claire gloomily.
"Peachy," muttered Madelyn. She tugged at her short skirt, even knowing that it wouldn't come down any farther.
"It's already cold," complained Gloria, wrapping her arms tightly around herself.
"At least it'll be bright and sunny this afternoon," offered Jeanie.
"Which means there'll be plenty of light for the boys to ogle us by
when our skirts are blowing up in the wind," retorted Madelyn.
Jeanie simply shrugged.
The four teenage girls were all shivering as they made their way toward
school, the bright autumn leaves crunching under their shoes.
Jeanie, the youngest in the group at 15, wasn't sure if her body
trembling was more because of the weather, which was already becoming
frosty, or the fact that several boys on the street were openly gawking
at her, in what she was pretty sure was the shortest skirt in the
world. She grimaced at the thought of the gazes she would be getting
once she reached school and had to take off her jacket, revealing the
tight, nearly transparent blouse she was wearing underneath.
Still, Jeanie didn't seem nearly as uncomfortable as her three companions.
"I hate these new uniforms," growled Madelyn, for what seemed like the tenth time that morning.
She tugged at her skirt again, for what seemed like the hundredth time in an hour.
"I feel like I'm flashing my panties every time I take a step," she griped.
"You are," observed Claire.
"Thanks, Claire. That was just what I was hoping to hear."
"It's no wonder those boys over there are so captivated," commented Jeanie.
"Why did they have to make our skirts so short?" whined Gloria. She
twisted her shoulders as she added, "And why do our blouses have to be
so tight?"
"I can't imagine," said Claire dryly. "Maybe the
reasons might be related to why they've increased the Physical
Education requirements this year."
"It's going to be even worse in the winter," murmured Gloria. "I wish the school would let us wear stockings."
"Tell me about it," grumbled Madelyn. "It's bad enough having to wear a
short skirt in the winter, but having our legs totally exposed ... "
Madelyn shook her head.
"The boys are so lucky," she said.
Jeanie tilted her head.
"The boys aren't allowed to wear stockings, either," she pointed out.
"Who would know if they did?" asked Madelyn impatiently. "If a boy
broke the rules and wore stockings under his pants, how would anybody
be able to tell? It's not like a teacher is going to make him drop his
pants to check."
"Why don't they let us wear stockings?" asked Claire.
"They said something about how if girls were allowed to wear stockings,
we'd wear bright and flashy ones that would distract the boys,"
explained Jeanie.
"Oh, yeah, that makes sense," said Madelyn
sarcastically. "Because being surrounded by girls in miniskirts with
bare legs couldn't possibly be distracting for a teenage boy."
Jeanie shrugged. Madelyn gazed at her levelly.
"Doesn't any of this bother you?" demanded Madelyn.
"Sure, it bothers me," said Jeanie. "I don't like wearing this uniform
any more than you do. But honestly, it feels like a tent compared to
what we had to deal with at our old school."
Jeanie glanced meaningfully at her sister, Claire, who sighed and nodded.
"Your old school had skirts even shorter than this?" said Gloria incredulously.
"No, our dress code was pretty relaxed, except for gym class. I'm talking about something else ... something else altogether ... "
Claire smothered a laugh at that. Madelyn and Gloria looked at her quizzically.
"What are you getting at?" asked Madelyn.
"Well, if you really want to know ... "
* * * * *
ONE YEAR EARLIER ...
BONK!
Jeanie scowled as she rubbed the top of her head, where the dodgeball had struck her squarely.
"Come on, Jeanie, focus!" called out her friend, Tommy.
Easy for him to say, thought Jeanie sourly.
"Take the ball, Jeanie," urged an older boy, Seth. "You can do it."
Jeanie caught the dodgeball with greater ease than most of her
classmates, even the boys, but the scowl on her face never wavered. She
had been scowling nonstop ever since she saw the uniform she would have
to wear during gym class.
As the pretty 14-year-old girl moved
to the end line, she felt conspicuous in her figure-hugging white
T-shirt, which displayed her firm, rapidly growing breasts, far more
clearly to an observer's eye than she felt comfortable with. Even worse
was the dark blue shorts. They weren't much more than panties, coming
down only to the very tops of her thighs, and so tight that everybody
and his brother could see every tiny curve ... Every time Jeanie had to
turn her back to a boy, she had no doubt where his eyes immediately
went.
Jeanie felt like every pair of male eyes in the gym was
fixed on her body. Of course, that was silly. Jeanie knew there was no
reason for the boys to be ogling her when most of the girls had better
bodies than she did.
When Jeanie had expressed that thought to
her best friend, Rachel, and her sister, Claire, she hardly noticed the
two girls rolling their eyes. Rachel and Claire both knew, even if
Jeanie didn't, that Jeanie's body was the envy of three-quarters of the
girls in their school.
"Heads up, Jeanie!" called out Coach Wyatt. "Get your cute little ass in the game!"
Jeanie's scowl deepened. She wasn't a radical feminist, but she hardly
thought it was appropriate for a male teacher to be talking to a girl
like that.
She looked around, noting that hers wasn't the only
cute little ass being watched. Being surrounded by beautiful, nubile
teenage girls in outfits that left nothing to the imagination didn't
exactly make it easy for the boys to concentrate on playing dodgeball.
"Ow!" said Seth, rubbing his shoulder where a dodgeball had just hit him dead on.
"Try not to enjoy the view so much, sweetheart." Paula, who was Seth's longtime girlfriend, glared at him witheringly.
Jeanie gazed sympathetically at Seth as he lowered his head under Paula's gaze.
At the same time, she also felt a little jealous of him. At least the
boys didn't have to endure the same discomfort that Jeanie and the
other girls did. The boys were also wearing white T-shirts and blue
shorts, but theirs were very loose-fitting, and their shorts came all
the way down to their knees. Try as she might, Jeanie couldn't get it
out of her head to wonder why it was only the girls who had to wear gym
uniforms that showed off every curve of their bodies.
"Jeanie, look out!" Rachel shouted at her friend.
Jeanie managed to turn just in time for a dodgeball to narrowly miss hitting her in the chest.
"Sorry, Jeanie!" called out Rachel's brother, Brandon. Under Rachel's piercing glare, he added, "I didn't mean to, I swear!"
"Be more careful, man," called out Alex, the oldest - and most handsome - boy in the class.
Jeanie instantly blushed. Was the cutest guy in the class, maybe the school, actually sticking up for her?
"Yeah," said Carter, one of the meaner boys in the school. "Next time, try having better aim!"
A few of the boys laughed, but most of the students just glared at Carter disdainfully.
"I've got this one!" called out a pretty girl named Natalie, throwing a dodgeball squarely at Brandon.
It escaped no one's notice that Brandon didn't even attempt to move out
of the way. After the ball hit him in the chest, he held his thumb up
and said, "Great shot, Natalie!"
"Brandon, here's a word for you," muttered Rachel. "Subtlety. Please, learn what it means."
Jeanie absently threw another ball, but she was mainly focused on the
fact that Alex was now standing behind her on the court. Surely he
couldn't be ... There were plenty of other girls who would have to be
more ... Did she dare?
Taking a deep breath, Jeanie turned
around to face Alex. To her amazement, he really did seem to admiring
her ... form. Jeanie was so entranced that she didn't notice Alex's
eyes moving up to her face. Their eyes met for just a brief moment.
Jeanie and Alex both averted their eyes so quickly that neither of them
noticed the other blushing intensely.
Jeanie's heart was pounding so hard that she scarcely noticed a shadow moving close behind her.
"HEY!" cried Jeanie, whirling around, her hands clamping her bottom.
Coach Wyatt blew his whistle. In seconds, everybody was staring at
Jeanie. Her eyes were welling up as she stared at Carter, who was
holding up his hands innocently.
"Jeanie!" Rachel rushed over to her friend. "What is it? What happened?"
"What's going on?" demanded the coach.
"He grabbed my butt!" said Jeanie, looking pale, shaken, and angry.
"It was an accident," said Carter. "I was trying to get a dodgeball."
"Did you think I was hiding it in my shorts?" snarled Jeanie.
"It'd be tough to hide anything in there," remarked Carter.
Jeanie instantly turned crimson, even more so as Carter's gaze slid down her body, coming to rest on her shorts.
"Cripes, man," said Seth, shaking his head in disgust.
Jeanie shrank away from Carter, Rachel's arm around her shoulders, as
Brandon and Tommy stepped in front of the girls protectively.
"Enough," said Coach Wyatt. "Did anyone actually see Carter touch Jeanie?"
Everybody was silent.
"Alex?" said the coach. "It looked like you were standing closest to Jeanie when it happened."
"Um, I was a little ... distracted," said Alex, lowering his head. He
could feel Jeanie's eyes on him, and couldn't bring himself to face
her. "I didn't really see anything."
Jeanie felt disappointed.
She had hoped Alex would defend her. But, to be fair, if he really
didn't see it happen, Jeanie could not expect him to lie.
"Nobody saw it happen, then?" asked Coach Wyatt.
"I know what I felt, sir," said Jeanie, now struggling not to cry.
"It was an accident," said Carter again.
"All right," said the coach. "It doesn't look to me like there's any
real evidence that it wasn't an accident. So, Carter, I'm just going to
give you a warning. Don't let it happen again."
Coach Wyatt looked at his watch.
"Our class time's almost up," he said. "Carter, I want to see you in my
office. Everybody else, hit the showers. Boys first, then the girls."
As the door to Coach Wyatt's office slammed shut behind the coach and Carter, the students filed out of the gym.
Jeanie paused next to the coach's door. It sounded like Coach Wyatt was
lecturing Carter, but she couldn't make out what he was saying.
"Jeanie, come on," urged Rachel, tugging on her friend's arm. "We've
got to get to our next class. Besides, Coach Wyatt won't like it if he
comes out here and finds you eavesdropping."
"Okay," said Jeanie, reluctantly following Rachel into the hallway.
At least I've been through the worst of today, thought Jeanie.
But the worst was yet to come.
* * * * *
As Jeanie and Rachel headed down the hallway toward the girls' locker
room, they passed by the boys' shower. Jeanie could not help noticing
that the door was slightly ajar.
"Don't you dare - " hissed Rachel, but Jeanie couldn't help herself.
Jeanie glanced through the doorway, and felt an odd mixture of
disappointment and relief to see that the boys were wearing swimming
trunks while they were showering. She cast an admiring gaze at the
boys, especially ...
For the second time that day, Jeanie
was so entranced by Alex that she didn't notice his gaze turning toward
her until it was too late.
As Jeanie made her way toward the
girls' locker room, with Rachel whispering a scathing lecture in her
ear, she honestly wasn't sure whether she or Alex had been more
embarrassed.
* * * * *
"All you all right?" asked Claire urgently. "Did he hurt you, Sis?"
"I'm fine," said Jeanie quietly as she put away her T-shirt and shorts and slipped into her light bathrobe.
"You are not fine," retorted Rachel.
"Look, it's over." Jeanie closed her locker and picked up her towel. "I
heard Coach Wyatt giving Carter a talking to. Hopefully, he can scare
Carter off."
"In the meantime, it would be best for you girls to hit the showers."
Paula walked up to the girls, wearing her own bathrobe.
"Say, that reminds me." Rachel turned to Paula. "What did Coach Wyatt
mean when he said, boys first and then the girls? Don't we have our own
showers?"
Paula looked at Claire quizzically.
"You didn't tell them?" she asked.
"Tell us what?" asked Jeanie and Rachel simultaneously.
* * * * *
"The girls' shower was dismantled last month as part of a remodeling of
this entire building," Paula was explaining as she led Jeanie, Rachel,
Natalie, and the other girls from their gym class down the hallway. "So
for the time being, we have to use the boys' shower, after they finish
with it."
Paula stopped outside the door to the boys' shower, pausing as she leaned her head toward the door.
"It sounds like they're done." Paula turned to the girls, all of whom, like her, were in light bathrobes.
"I can't do this," said Jeanie, shaking her head. "I can't."
"I'm afraid you have no choice," said Paula, gently but firmly. "It's
the rules. All students are required to shower after Physical
Education."
"But - "
"No buts," said Paula, her voice now more firm than gentle. "All of you girls, inside, right now."
Paula opened the door, and ushered the girls through, occasionally
giving a reluctant girl a firm push on her shoulder or a smack on her
rump.
As Jeanie walked into the shower room, she was dismayed
to see that the boys, although finished with their showers, had not
left. They were hanging around near the walls, several of them smiling
as they watched the girls filing in.
The boys were still in their swimming trunks, although Jeanie didn't find the sight nearly as appealing as she had before.
"Can't you at least make the boys leave?" pleaded Rachel as Natalie and the other girls nodded emphatically.
"I can't make anybody do anything," said Paula quietly. "All I can do
is carry out my instructions from our Physical Education department.
Now, come on, girls, hit the showers."
As Rachel made her way
toward the showers, she felt embarrassed to see her brother, Brandon,
among the boys. So was Tommy, and also Alex, whose gaze Jeanie
determinedly avoided.
Paula shot a severe glare at her
boyfriend, Seth, who was also present. Seth gave Paula a sheepish look,
but he still didn't leave.
Just when Jeanie didn't think
things could get any worse, the door to the showers opened, and Carter
walked in. He was already smirking, and even more so as his gaze met
Jeanie's.
"Just take your shower," said Paula shortly, cutting off Jeanie's protest.
Lowering her head in defeat, Jeanie joined the other girls as they
walked, almost mechanically, to the rack of hooks for their bathrobes.
Taking a deep breath, and blinking back tears, Jeanie untied the belt
of her robe and pulled it off her shoulders. As she did so, a whisper
quickly spread among the boys - hushed, but one she could clearly hear,
making her blush more intensely than ever before.
Jeanie could
feel the boys' eyes locked onto her fit, athletic body. She had been
unhappy at how the small, tight T-shirt and shorts she had to wear in
gym class left so little to the imagination, but she would have given
anything for that much covering now. Because, unlike the boys, Jeanie
wasn't wearing a bathing suit.
She was completely naked.
Paula cleared her throat loudly, and within seconds, Rachel, Natalie,
and the other girls were reluctantly following suit, removing their own
bathrobes and hanging them up on the hooks, trying to ignore the boys'
eyes intently taking in every inch of the girls' bodies, as naked as
Jeanie's. Paula was the last, removing her own bathrobe and hanging it
up before pushing the reluctant girls into the showers.
Jeanie
turned on a shower and stepped under the water, feeling pathetically
grateful for anything that might cover up her body from the boys'
sight, even a spray of water. As she did, she found herself mentally
replaying the conversation she and Rachel had with Paula and Claire a
short while earlier.
* * * * *
"But I saw the boys in the showers," protested Jeanie. "They were wearing swimming trunks."
"Well, Jeanie, the rule ... Wait." Paula raised an eyebrow. "When and how did you see the boys in the showers?"
Jeanie instantly turned bright red.
"The door was open," said Rachel, holding up her hand. "It wasn't our fault. We couldn't help seeing through it."
Rachel said "we" with no hesitation. Jeanie swallowed hard, unable to
quite believe that Rachel was throwing herself under the bus instead of
saying truthfully that she tried to stop Jeanie from peeking at the
boys.
"That door was open," confirmed Claire. "I noticed it when I was coming down here."
"Fine," sighed Paula, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, Jeanie, the rule here
is that boys are allowed to wear bathing suits in the showers, but
girls have to shower naked. The head of the Physical Education
department insists on it."
"But that's not - "
"I
know," said Paula heavily. "Believe me, I know. But that's the rule,
and there is no getting around it. Trust me, if there was, we would
have found it by now."
"And the boys are allowed to watch us shower?" said Rachel in disbelief. "Even though we have to be naked?"
Those words felt like a knife being shoved into Jeanie's heart.
"I've tried to get around that, too," said Paula dismally. "Every time
I've asked the coaches to make the boys leave when the girls are
showering, they just tell me to take my shower and get to class before
I get detention."
"Why didn't you warn me?" Jeanie finally found her voice again, glaring at her sister.
"It wouldn't have done any good," said Claire. "Believe me, there's
nothing you can do about it. And I figured if you and Rachel didn't
know, then at least you wouldn't have to spend the summer feeling all
anxious about it."
* * * * *
Jeanie bent down to soap up her legs, fully aware of the show she was giving the eagerly watching boys as she did so.
"Don't try to rush through your shower," Paula had warned the girls. "If
the P.E. coaches think you didn't wash yourselves properly, they'll
make you go back into the showers, and this time they'll have a boy
bathe you himself. Trust me, I know of what I speak."
So
Jeanie resisted the urge to rush, making sure instead to properly
lather and rinse every part of her body. The last thing she wanted was
to have to let one of the boys bathe her. Even Alex ... Especially Alex.
Jeanie could tell without looking that Alex's eyes were riveted on her.
She could not believe he was doing this to her. Alex clearly wasn't the
boy she thought he was. Now, she wasn't even sure that Alex really
didn't see Carter grope her in the gym. Maybe he did, thought Jeanie bitterly, and chose to protect his fellow male instead of some girl.
Next to Jeanie, Rachel was slowly lathering her shoulders, breasts, and
stomach with the soap. As she stepped under the shower spray to rinse
herself off, Rachel wished she could disappear down the drain along
with the water. She could feel the boys' eyes sliding up and down her
naked body. Rachel had never felt so humiliated in her life.
All over the shower room, boys' eyes were fixed on bare boobs,
backsides, legs ... And this wasn't even a one-time thing. Every boy
and girl in the room was acutely aware that this was going to happen
after every P.E. class for the rest of the year.
How could this possibly get any worse, wondered Jeanie, Rachel, and probably every other girl in the room.
After a moment, the girls got their answer.
"Come on, girls, we haven't got all day," said Coach Wyatt as he walked
into the shower room. He glanced at the boys and said, "Since you boys
decided to stick around, why don't you make yourselves useful? Here."
The coach began tossing towels to the boys as he said, "Dry the girls off."
* * * * *
Rachel was scowling as she watched Brandon eagerly drying off an intensely blushing, but smiling, Natalie.
"What, you want to be toweled off by your brother?" asked Tommy as he gingerly dried off Rachel's arms and back.
"No," said Rachel. "But I'm his sister. He should've tried to protect me from getting felt up by one of the other boys."
"C'mon, give him a break," said Jeanie. "He's been crushing on Natalie forever. Can you really blame him?"
"I know the feeling," murmured Alex. He gazed into Jeanie's eyes as he
wrapped the towel around her shoulders, both teens now blushing deeply.
Seth had naturally taken Paula. He knew how much trouble he would be in
if he had tried to take any other girl. As Seth dried her off, Paula
looked around the room, grateful to see that most of the boys were
being very gentle with the blushing girls.
"You boys are enjoying this," said Rachel sourly.
"You'd be enjoying it, too, if it was the other way around," said Tommy.
Jeanie could not deny this was true. Rachel, however, seemed to think differently.
"Don't flatter yourself," said Rachel sharply, pointedly gazing at Tommy's slightly pudgy stomach.
Tommy turned slightly pale, and looked at his feet.
"Rachel, that's mean," chided Jeanie.
Rachel hesitated.
"I'm sorry, Tommy," said Rachel softly. She paused, and then added,
"But you know, this isn't how friends usually treat each other."
"We were friends before this, and we'll be friends again afterward,"
said Tommy. "But right now, what we are is one really cute naked girl
and one boy who knows that the chance to embarrass a gorgeous naked
teenage girl doesn't come along every day."
"Fair enough," sighed Rachel after a moment.
By now, most of the girls had been dried off, and were still blushing as the boys helped them put their bathrobes back on.
Jeanie glanced at the far end of the shower room, where Carter was
sitting on a bench, looking like he had just been forced to swallow
vinegar. Coach Wyatt had finished berating him and was now talking to
the principal.
"You okay?" whispered Alex.
"I am now," said Jeanie softly, gazing into Alex's eyes. "Thank you."
Alex took Jeanie into his arms in a gentle hug. Jeanie hugged him back, not caring that she was naked.
* * * * *
TWENTY MINUTES EARLIER ...
"Since you boys decided to stick around, why don't you make yourselves useful? Here. Dry the girls off."
Within seconds, a shadow was approaching Jeanie, and she knew with a sinking, twisting sensation in her stomach who it was.
She turned and tried to run to another boy, any other boy, but before
she could take a step, her arm was seized in a viselike grip.
"Going somewhere?" asked Carter, looking into Jeanie's terrified face with a malicious smirk.
"Let go of me," said Jeanie, trying futilely to pull away from Carter.
"Hey, the coach told us to dry you girls off, so that's what we'll do,"
said Carter. "Don't worry, I'm willing to forgive you for that
unpleasantness up in the gym."
"Leave her alone," said Rachel,
grabbing one of Carter's arms and trying to pull him away from her,
only to have Carter shove her to the floor.
"Rachel!" cried Jeanie in alarm.
Tommy helped Rachel to her feet, both of them watching helplessly as
Carter pushed Jeanie up against the wall. Over Jeanie's protests,
Carter began roughly running the towel up and down her body.
"Stop that," said Jeanie weakly as Carter's hands fondled her body
through the towel. Jeanie's eyes welled up as she felt Carter's hand
slip through the towel completely and grope her breasts, his other hand
cupping and squeezing her buttocks.
"Why? This is fun," grinned Carter.
Jeanie let out a soft moan of anguish, knowing that the mean boy was
doing this just as much to punish her for ratting him out in the gym as
for his own pleasure.
Just when Jeanie felt like all hope was lost, Carter's grip on her suddenly vanished.
"GET - AWAY - FROM - HER," hissed Alex as he pulled Jeanie's tormentor
off of her. Carter let out a cry of pain as Alex forced one of his arms
behind his back.
Tommy helped Alex push Carter up against the wall, holding him there as Coach Wyatt came running over.
"What is happening now?" the coach demanded.
"He attacked Jeanie," said Rachel angrily. "I saw him do it."
"So did I," said Tommy. "I knew I couldn't fight Carter alone, so I ran to get Alex to help."
"I've heard enough," said Coach Wyatt, grabbing Carter by the arm. "Let's go, Carter, we need to talk."
* * * * *
"Thank you," said Jeanie again.
"Don't thank me," said Alex, helping Jeanie put her robe on. "I should
have protected you the first time, in the gym. Then this might not have
happened."
"You had to tell the truth," said Jeanie. "You didn't see it happen. You couldn't lie and say that you did."
Jeanie smiled.
"I was kind of upset that you stuck around to ogle me," she admitted. "But I guess I should be grateful that you did."
Alex blinked.
"I didn't stick around to ogle you," he said, sounding a little hurt. "I stayed because I wanted to make sure you'd be safe."
" ... Oh." Jeanie suddenly felt her heart twisting in knots. "I'm sorry ... "
"After what happened in the gym, I wasn't sure that you would want
anything to do with me," murmured Alex. "I was afraid that ... "
Jeanie gently took Alex's hand in hers, and smiled at him.
* * * * *
Jeanie sighed.
"For God's sake, don't stop there!" said Gloria agitatedly.
"Yeah, what happened next?" demanded Madelyn.
"Did you and Alex go out?"
"Did it become serious?"
"We want details!"
"Well," began Jeanie, but just then, the school bell rang.
"C'mon, we gotta get to class," said Claire.
"BUT - " protested Madelyn and Gloria in unison.
"We'll talk later," promised Jeanie as her sister ushered her through the door.