The New Rules

The New Rules 65

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Chapter 65

Back at Miss Honey's apartment, Abbie and Lauren were having their collars taken off. "Well done, girls. I think you've given those boy scouts an experience they'll never forget." Miss Honey praised the two naked teens, her fingers gently working at the buckles of their collars. The cool metal released from around their necks, leaving faint imprints on their skin. Abbie sighed in relief, massaging her neck where the collar had been, while Lauren stretched her shoulders, feeling the absence of the constraining leather.

"I don't think I can look at a boy scout uniform ever again without blushing," Abbie admitted, a small smile playing on her lips as she recalled the intense sensations from earlier that morning. Her skin still tingled from where all those hands had explored her body. The memory made her breath catch slightly.

Lauren nodded vigorously, her blonde hair bouncing with the movement. "Right? Every time I see one of those green uniforms, I'll remember all those hands touching me everywhere," she said, her cheeks still flushed pink at the thought. She instinctively covered her small breasts with her arms, then let them fall to her sides, embracing her nakedness in the safety of the apartment.

"Well," Miss Honey continued, looking at both girls with a proud gaze, "I think you two earned yourselves a little time to relax before your track meet. Why don't you take a break before heading home? You can use the showers, and we'll have some lunch before you go." The teacher's smile was warm and sincere, her eyes sparkling with affection as she watched the girls relax.

Abbie and Lauren exchanged glances, grateful for the offer. "Thank you, Miss Honey," Abbie replied, smiling back at the teacher. "A shower sounds amazing right now," she added, her body aching and sweaty from the morning's activities. The idea of hot water and soap was incredibly appealing.

"Yeah, and lunch would be great, too. I'm starving!" Lauren chimed in, her stomach growling audibly at the mention of food.

Ms. Bruster smiled and shed her clothes at Miss Honey's apartment. Still wearing her shock collar, she showed playtime wasn't over. The strict principal transformed in private, her posture relaxing. "What would you like?" she asked, turning toward the kitchen with obedient readiness that contrasted with her school demeanor. The blue leather collar gleamed, reminding the girls of the lesbians' power dynamic outside of work.

"You're making the lunch?" Lauren asked with some surprise. The blonde girl tilted her head, her eyes widening slightly as she watched the usually authoritative school principal moving toward the kitchen. "I didn't think you'd be the one cooking, Ms. Bruster."

Ms. Bruster turned back, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Why ever not?" she asked, her tone light and casual. "Just because I'm a principal doesn't mean I don't know my way around a kitchen." She paused, her hand resting on the door frame as she looked back at the girls. "What would you prefer? I was thinking, perhaps some sandwiches and fruit?"

The girls nodded gratefully. "Perfect, thank you," Abbie replied, relieved by the thought of lunch after an exhausting yet exhilarating morning.

Ms. Bruster went into the kitchen, followed by her girlfriend, to supervise. The naked principal prepared sandwiches while Abbie and Lauren looked toward the shower. "Who's going first?" Abbie asked Lauren, gesturing toward the bathroom.

Lauren gave a shrug in response. "I don't know? What about rock, paper, scissors?" The blonde girl suggested in jest.

Blake offered from the couch where he sat next to Robert, "How about both of you at the same time?" He'd been watching his naked girlfriend with amusement, his eyes glinting with mischief as the girls debated who would shower first.

"And how about some help?" Robert added with a playful grin, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at the girls. Blake chuckled beside him, nodding in agreement as they both observed their naked girlfriends' reactions, interested in giving them a thorough wash.

Lauren met Abbie's gaze for a brief moment before both turned back to the boys, eyebrows raised in unison. "Seriously?" The word escaped Lauren's lips, her tone carrying a mix of surprise and disbelief. A faint blush spread across her cheeks as she contemplated the possibility of being washed by the boys, Robert in particular. The thought of allowing it sent a flutter through her chest. If she agreed, this would mark her first experience of being given a shower by a boy.

Abbie giggled at her friend's reaction, though she felt a similar heat rising in her own cheeks. The thought of Blake's hands on her soapy, wet skin sent a shiver down her spine. This wouldn't be a first for her, as her boyfriend had bathed her many times before, though she suspected the little blonde girl didn't know that. A flutter of excitement stirred within her at the idea, and she recognized the familiar tingle of arousal beginning again. "I don't know," Abbie said, biting her lower lip as if to play up her hesitation to Lauren. "It might be nice to have some help washing up after this morning."

Lauren's blush deepened as she realized Abbie was considering it. She looked at Robert, whose playful grin made her heart flutter. The idea of him washing her was both terrifying and exciting.

"What do you say, Lauren?" Robert asked, noticing her hesitation. "Don't you want to be all clean for your track meet this afternoon?" His tone was gentle, but there was no mistaking the mischief in his eyes as he watched her squirm.

Lauren took a deep breath, her small nipples hardening as she thought about his hands touching her. "I... I guess it could be ok." she finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "As long as you promise to be gentle."

Blake chuckled, already standing up from the couch. "Oh, we'll be gentle all right." he promised, though the wicked grin on his face suggested otherwise. "Now, are we doing this or what?"

Abbie nodded eagerly as arousal washed over her. The naked girl stood and took Blake's hand. "Come on then," she said, pulling him toward the bathroom. "Let's see if you boys can make us squeaky clean."

Lauren watched as they disappeared into the bathroom, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked up at Robert, who was still watching her with a knowing smirk. "Are you coming, or what?" he asked, holding out his hand to her.

Lauren hesitated at the threshold before taking Robert's hand. He drew her into the steam-filled bathroom where Abbie was already under the water. Lauren flushed as Robert's palms pressed against her shoulders, guiding her into the warm spray. Her anxious breathing eased into acceptance.

Abbie was already enjoying the feeling of the water on her skin, her eyes closed as she let it cascade over her body. As Lauren stepped in behind her, Abbie opened her eyes and smiled. "This is going to be fun, Lauren," she said, reaching out to touch the other girl's arm.

Lauren nodded nervously, her eyes darting from Abbie to the boys and back again. "I hope so," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the sound of the running water.

The boys grabbed bottles of shampoo and squeezed generous amounts into their palms. Blake worked the soap into a rich lather before running his fingers through Abbie's hair, massaging her scalp in slow, circular motions. The naked girl couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of pleasure, leaning back into his touch as her body relaxed completely under the warm water.

Robert had pulled the hair binder from Lauren's ponytail, letting her blonde hair fall freely. His hands worked shampoo into her hair, massaging her scalp. Lauren bit her lip, suppressing a moan as his strong hands moved through her hair. She found having someone else wash her strange, but it felt amazing.

"You like that, don't you?" Robert asked, noticing her reaction with a smirk. His fingers continued their work, moving down to her neck and shoulders, making sure she was completely covered in soap.

Lauren nodded, her cheeks flushing pink as she admitted, "Yeah... it feels perfect." The water flowed over her body, rinsing away the soap and the earlier events of the day, leaving her feeling refreshed and cared for in a way she hadn't expected.

As the shampoo was worked into their hair once more, the girls were gently told to keep their eyes shut. They complied without question, placing their confidence in the boys as their firm yet careful hands worked through the suds. The experience was calming, tranquil even, dissolving the tension and weariness from the morning's undertakings almost effortlessly.

"Keep those eyelids tightly shut, girls." Blake whispered with a sly undertone. "It would be such a shame if that stinging shampoo found its way into those delicate eyes of yours, now wouldn't it?"

Blake and Robert exchanged a knowing look, grinning at each other as they stood behind the naked girls. Today had been full of excitement, but it had also left them feeling a different kind of tension. With Abbie and Lauren keeping their eyes closed to avoid getting soap in them, the boys thought this would be the perfect opportunity to take care of their own needs.

They had seen each other plenty of times in the locker room after track practice, so there was no hesitation as they both unzipped their pants and pulled their cocks out through the flies. The sound of running water covered the soft rustle of fabric as the boys positioned themselves closer to the showering girls, their arousal growing as they watched the water cascade down the naked bodies before them.

"Let's start with a little help," Robert said, his voice barely above a whisper. He reached down and took Lauren's small hand, guiding it towards his growing erection. At the same time, Blake did the same with Abbie's hand, bringing it closer to his own throbbing member. The girls gasped in surprise as their fingers wrapped around the boys' cocks, but their eyes remained tightly shut to keep the shampoo from stinging their eyes.

"Is that your...!?" Lauren asked, her voice trembling slightly as she realized what was pressing against her palm. Her small fingers curled around Robert's shaft, feeling its warmth and hardness as it pulsated in her hand. She couldn't believe Robert would actually do something like this, especially with Abbie and Blake in the room! The little blonde girl bit her lower lip, her cheeks turning bright red as she kept her eyes tightly shut, not wanting to get shampoo in them but also suddenly feeling very nervous about what was happening.

Robert chuckled softly at her reaction, his voice barely audible over the sound of the running water. "What else would it be?" he asked, his tone playful as he felt her small hand wrapped around him. He guided her fingers to explore his length, letting her get used to the feeling.

"But," Lauren said, trying to open her eyes, but the shampoo gave her a stinging sensation immediately! "This isn't fair!" she protested, her small fingers still wrapped around Robert's shaft. The burning sensation made her squeeze her eyes tightly shut again, tears forming at the corners as she blinked a few times. "I can't see you with all this shampoo in my eyes!"

Robert chuckled, his grip tightening around Lauren's small hand. "That's the point," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the running water. "You think I want you seeing what Blake looks like, or Abbie me?"

Lauren could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she kept her eyes squeezed shut, the soap stinging slightly. It struck her as unjust that Blake got to see her fully naked, and Robert got to see Abbie, while she was deprived of even a glimpse at Blake! Her fingers remained wrapped around his hard shaft, unable to pull away even if she wanted to. The circumstances felt both alarming and strangely exciting at the same time, left in the dark about what was happening next except for the feel of Robert's cock in her hand.

Meanwhile, Abbie had already figured out what was happening and was gripping Blake's erection with a knowing smile, her eyes still closed tight. The warm water cascaded down her face as she kept them firmly shut to avoid the stinging shampoo. She seemed to be enjoying the game, her fingers exploring his length with practiced familiarity, her thumb tracing circles around the sensitive tip. Her hand moved with confident strokes, having done this many times before with her boyfriend, and she relished the feel of his skin slick with water under her exploring fingertips.

Blake let out a soft groan as he felt her fingers playing over his shaft. The soap and water made her strokes smoother than usual. "That's perfect," he whispered, his voice thick with need. "Keep going, just like that. Remember when we first did this? You couldn't see anything then either." Blake's breathing grew heavier as he felt his ejaculation building. "You just reached into my shorts without any warning," he reminded her, enjoying how her hand continued to slide up and down his length, squeezing every so often. He wasn't sure if the memory of that first time, or his cock in her hand was more exciting.

Abbie giggled softly, her fingers tightening around Blake's cock as she kept her eyes closed, letting the memory wash over her. "God, I remember," she moaned, her voice barely audible over the sound of the running water. "I remember how I thought I had found a way around my mom's rules, getting to touch you like this." The memory of that first time, when she had slipped her hand into his shorts without being able to see anything, made her pussy twitch with renewed arousal. Her strokes became more deliberate as she recalled the thrill of secretly touching him while thinking she was following the letter of her mother's rules. Blake groaned in response, his hips pushing forward as her hand moved skillfully along his length.

"Wait, what?" Lauren exclaimed, having overhead what Abbie was saying. Her hand froze in place on Robert's cock. She could feel her face flushing a deep red, the heat spreading across her cheeks as the realization dawned on her. "You've done this before?"

Blake's breathing was heavy, his cock throbbing in Abbie's grip. He couldn't resist taunting the blonde girl, his voice thick with amusement. "Yeah, Lauren, we've done this before," he admitted, his hips pushing forward slightly against Abbie's hand. "This is probably the fifth shower I've given Abbie, and it's definitely not the first time she's used her hand on me. I guess you could say we're pretty experienced."

Lauren's face turned an even deeper shade of red as she stood there with her hand still wrapped around Robert's cock, the shampoo stinging her eyes slightly. She couldn't believe what Blake had just admitted that they'd done this before, multiple times. The realization made her feel foolish and exposed, since Abbie had made it seem like this was her first time being showered by her boyfriend. Lauren had thought they were all experiencing something new together, but it turns out Abbie and Blake had been keeping secrets. The blonde girl bit her lower lip, suddenly feeling very inexperienced compared to her friend. She didn't know what to say, so she just stood there with Robert's erection in her hand, feeling both embarrassed and that she still had so much to learn.

"Oh, don't act all innocent, Lauren. You remember the time in the storage room behind the auditorium at school, don't you?" Robert teased, his voice suggestive. He watched as her small hand slowly started to move along his length again, her grip tightening as her embarrassment grew. "You were just as eager to touch me then."

Lauren blushed deeply, her small fingers still wrapped around Robert's shaft as the memory of that day in the storage room flooded her mind. She remembered how Robert had coaxed her into the small space behind the auditorium, his voice low and promising as he convinced her to take off all her clothes. He had wanted to prove that he liked her body, with its flat chest and nonexistent hips, and she had been both nervous and thrilled to expose herself to him.

After she had stood before him completely naked, shivering slightly in the cool storage room, she had returned the favor by reaching out to touch his hard cock. Her small hand had wrapped around his shaft, stroking him eagerly as she showed him that she found his body exciting too, even though he wasn't as developed as some of the older boys at school. The memory of that encounter in the cramped space made her even happier than she expected. She had thought she would never find someone who would accept her undeveloped body, but Robert had proved her wrong that day.

"Y-yeah," she stammered, her voice barely louder than the sound of the running water. "I remember." The heat rose in her cheeks, not from embarrassment, but from finding someone that had accepted her the way that she was.

Robert smiled, noticing the deep blush on Lauren's cheeks. He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing that their time together in the storage room had meant as much to her as it had to him. "See?" he said, his voice gentle yet teasing. "You're not as innocent as you pretend to be, are you?"

Lauren's fingers tightened around Robert's shaft, her embarrassment fading as she realized he had always accepted her. Growing more confident, her small hand slid faster along his erection. The knowledge that he found her desirable despite being undeveloped made her feel empowered. She had taken a risk exposing herself, and it had paid off. A smile formed as she continued stroking him, enjoying the feeling of his hard penis in her hand. Her fingers moved quicker, her grip tightening as he throbbed in response.

Robert's breathing grew heavy as Lauren's small fingers stroked his cock. "That's it, just like that," he encouraged, voice thick with desire. He placed his hand over hers, guiding her movements as she stroked his length. The blonde girl could feel him throbbing in her grip, pulsating as her fingers moved up and down. "God, that feels amazing," he groaned, hips pushing forward slightly. "You have no idea how good that feels." He shuddered as his orgasm built. "Don't stop," he pleaded, his voice barely audible over the running water. "Please don't stop."

Lauren felt his cock twitching in her grip as his body tensed. With eyes still closed against the shampoo, she tightened her fingers around his shaft, stroking him faster. She wanted to give him the same pleasure he'd given her earlier, listening intently to his moans as she brought him closer to release.

Robert felt pleasure building, his hips jerking forward as he couldn't hold back. With a grunt, he came, his cock jerking in Lauren's hand as he spurted cum onto the shower wall. He shuddered, gripping the tub edge as his orgasm washed over him. Lauren smiled, feeling his climax with eyes still tightly shut. Through their joined hands, she could sense his pleasure and hear his heavy breathing. As he finished, she slowly released her grip, feeling closer to Robert than she'd ever imagined possible.

Meanwhile, Blake and Abbie were lost in their own world as she stroked his throbbing cock. Her expert fingers moved along his shaft, with her thumb swirling over the tip as his orgasm built. Determined to bring him over the edge, Abbie sensed his impending release. As his breathing grew heavier, and he moaned her name, she couldn't resist taunting him. "What's the matter, Blake?" she whispered, just loud enough for him to hear over the running water. "You can't last any longer? You're about to explode, aren't you?"

Blake shuddered, his hips pushing forward as Abbie's words sent a thrill through him. He couldn't deny her teasing heightened his pleasure, and he couldn't hold back. With a grunt, he came, his cum spurting onto her tummy as his cock jerked in her hand! "Fuck!" he groaned, his body tensing then relaxing as he rode his orgasm. As it ebbed, Blake leaned against the shower wall, panting. He looked at Abbie, who still had her eyes closed, and smiled. "Wow," he breathed, "that was amazing."

They rinsed the girls off under the shower, washing away the evidence of their encounter. Blake felt satisfaction watching the water run over Abbie's naked body. After turning off the tap, he helped her step out, then grabbed a towel. Blake then watched Robert guiding Lauren onto the rug in the middle of the room, doing the same.

Blake held the towel open for Abbie, watching water droplets glisten on her skin as she stepped forward. He wrapped the towel around her, pulling her close as he gently patted her dry. She relaxed into his embrace, her body melting against his as he cared for her.

Lauren stood awkwardly on the bathroom rug. Robert gestured for her to step forward, and she shyly let him wrap the towel around her. As he patted her down, his gentle touch sent a warm tingle through her body. She found comfort in his tender strokes as he dried her hair, squeezed out the excess water, then moved down to her small breasts and tummy. When he reached her legs, he crouched to dry them with loving care. Finally standing up, he met her gaze with a soft, caring expression.

"There you go," he murmured, his voice low and gentle. "All dry."

"Well, I suppose we could... use some lotion," Lauren murmured softly, her eyes lifting as she scanned the misty bathroom until they landed on the sizable bottle Miss Honey kept on the counter. The blonde girl gently stuck out her lower lip, a hint of timidity remaining despite their shared intimacy that morning. She peeked up at Robert with a fleeting smile, silently hoping he would understand her request for his assistance.

Robert smiled as he caught on to Lauren's suggestion. "I'd love to help you with that," he replied, his tone light and playful. He gave her a knowing wink, then turned to retrieve the bottle of lotion from the counter.

The boy took a moment to admire the sight before him. Lauren, standing there completely naked, her small breasts and nipples exposed, her pussy visible between her legs, and her flat chest and nonexistent hips on full display. She was beautiful, and her shyness made her even more endearing. He couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for her.

Robert popped open the top of the bottle, and squeezed a generous amount of the cool, creamy substance into his palm, before handing it off to Blake. He rubbed his hands together, warming the lotion between his hands, before stepping closer to Lauren. "Here we go," he said, ginning at the blonde. "Let's get you nice and moisturized."

Robert began smoothing lotion over her skin with a gentle touch. Lauren shivered as the cool lotion contrasted with her warm skin. Starting at her shoulders, he moved down her arms, fingers tracing her soft skin. The naked blonde girl watched him, cheeks flushed. Robert worked methodically, his touch firm yet gentle. Lauren leaned into his touch, biting her lower lip to suppress a sigh. "You're really good at this," she whispered, eyes fixed on his concentrated expression. Robert smiled, meeting her gaze as his fingers moved to her upper chest. The cool lotion made her nipples harden slightly as he worked across her chest. Lauren didn't cover herself, allowing him to see her completely.

He did the same in between her legs, not trying to work her up, but instead give her little labia the proper care it needed. "I know you're really enjoying this, but I'm going to be thorough. I want to make sure every inch of your skin is moisturized." He explained, as his fingers gently parted her labia, to smear some lotion on the inner folds, which were glistening with her juices.

"Ok." she said, not sure exactly how to respond. She had never had a boy take care of her like this before. It made her feel special and cared for, in a way she hadn't experienced with anyone else. Lauren couldn't help but feel lucky to have found such an attentive partner.

Blake was taking care of Abbie, much as Robert was with Lauren. After massaging lotion into her shoulders and arms, his hands moved to her perky breasts. The cool lotion made her nipples harden, and Abbie sighed contentedly, leaning into his touch. Blake smiled at her soft coo of appreciation, his eyes meeting hers briefly before returning to his task. He squeezed more lotion into his palm, warming it before gently applying it to her intimate area. Abbie gasped as his fingers worked the lotion into her sensitive folds, sending shivers of pleasure through her body.

With the girls now dry and well moisturized, the boys lead them back out to the main area, where they found Miss Honey seated at the end of her small dinning nook. "I see you washed them both at the same time." The teacher said with a knowing smirk, watching as her submissive girlfriend brought a tray of sandwiches to the table for them. "Please, sit, and enjoy the food my lovely pet has prepared for us." She said, making Ms. Bruster get a deep blush on her cheeks. The naked woman said nothing, however, sinking to her knees next to the table, spreading her legs, and crossing her arms behind her back. She thrust out her ample chest, taking the same position that she had been in when Abbie had arrived.

Abbie and Lauren sat down at the table, grateful for the food. Ms. Bruster had laid out an assortment of sandwiches, cut into neat little triangles. "Isn't she going to join us?" Abbie asked, making a perplexed look towards Ms. Bruster.

Miss Honey chuckled, shaking her head. "Oh no," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "My pet will eat after we're done. Right now, she's just here to serve us." Abbie and Lauren looked at each other, a little uncomfortable with the situation, but they were too hungry to argue. They each took a plate and a sandwich, chowing down almost immediately. It was clear that the morning had left them famished.

As they ate, Abbie and Lauren couldn't help but notice how Miss Honey was watching Ms. Bruster. The woman's gaze was filled with a mixture of affection and desire, her eyes roaming over the naked principal's body. It reminded them of the way the boys looked at them, and Abbie couldn't help give Blake a warm smile. It was a little strange, sitting there eating while Ms. Bruster knelt naked beside them, but if it made Miss Honey and Ms. Bruster happy, then who were they to judge?

After a while, Miss Honey spoke up, breaking the silence that had descended over the group. "Now girls, I know today has been quite the experience for you, but I want you to know that I'm not advocating for you to live your full lives this way. That's the reason I had you take off those shock collars as soon as we got back." Miss Honey said, looking between them. "I want to show you that there are ways to satisfy your desires that are safe, and won't get you into any trouble. I picked today to do this because there's a large high school football game taking place right now between ourselves and West Falls at their school. Did you know that?" Miss Honey asked, her lips curling in a sly smile as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. "Most of the town will be there, including the police. It's the perfect opportunity for us to go out in public, and not worry about getting caught."

Lauren frowned, not really sure if that was enough to put her at ease. "What about the boy scouts? What if they talk?"

Miss Honey's gaze shifted from the girls to her kneeling submissive, her eyes softening with a mixture of possessiveness and affection. She reached out, stroking Ms. Bruster's cheek affectionately with her fingertips, feeling the warmth of the principal's skin beneath her touch. "Oh, I don't think that'll be an issue." She murmured, a pleased smile playing on her lips as she gazed into the principal's eyes. "Let them talk. Who's going to believe them? It'll be their word against mine, and our esteemed principal, Ms. Bruster." She made a little giggle at the thought, clearly enjoying the power dynamic at play, then put on a voice, as if she was talking to someone about the incident. "No, those boys must be mistaken. We were simply a group of Feminudist girls out for a stroll in the park. I assure you, nothing inappropriate happened." Miss Honey leaned back in her chair, her confidence unwavering as she casually glanced between Abbie and Lauren, watching their reactions to her explanation.

Lauren relaxed a little, reassured by the teacher's words. Her shoulders lowered as tension eased from her small frame. "Yeah, I guess that's true," she admitted with a slight smile. She was quiet for a moment, watching Ms. Bruster maintain her submissive pose. "So, what happens next?" Lauren asked, her voice mixing curiosity with lingering uncertainty about the day's possibilities.

Miss Honey grinned, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "Well, first we finish our lunch," she said, nodding as she picked up her own sandwich. "Then you girls better get home. You only have a couple hours before the big track meet." She took a bite, chewing thoughtfully as she watched the girls eat.

Abbie and Lauren exchanged glances, both realizing she was right about the time. "Oh, we'd totally forgotten about the track meet!" Abbie said with her mouth half-full.

Lauren nodded in agreement, swallowing her last bite of sandwich. "Yeah, and we need to rest a little too. This morning was... a lot." The blonde girl blushed slightly as she thought about everything that had happened, from the park to the shower.

"But first, dessert!" Miss Honey announced suddenly, a playful smirk spreading across her face. She turned her attention to the kneeling principal beside the table. "Natalie!"

Ms. Bruster's head snapped up at the sound of her name, her eyes focusing on her girlfriend with an obedient expression. "Yes, Miss Honey?" she asked, her voice soft and submissive.

The teacher gestured toward the kitchen with a wave of her hand. "Be a dear and bring out the dessert I prepared for our guests," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. "I believe the girls have earned something sweet after their exciting morning."

Ms. Bruster rose gracefully to her feet, her naked body moving with practiced ease. "Of course, Miss Honey," she replied, already turning toward the kitchen. "Right away."

The girls watched as the principal walked away, her hips swaying slightly with each step. They couldn't help but admire her confidence, despite her submissive position. After everything they'd been through that morning, they were beginning to understand the appeal of this lifestyle, even if they weren't sure they could live it full-time.

Ms. Bruster returned from the kitchen carrying a large bowl filled with sliced fruit, melon, grapes, bananas, and strawberries. She carefully placed it in the middle of the table before returning to her position, kneeling beside Miss Honey. "Thank you, Natalie," the teacher said with a smile, reaching out to stroke the woman's cheek affectionately.

As the group enjoyed their dessert, the conversation turned to the day's events. "I can't believe we did all that," Lauren said, shaking her head in amazement. "I never thought I'd be naked in front of a whole troop of boy scouts!"

Abbie laughed, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, that was pretty wild. But you know what? I think it was also kind of fun. I mean, aside from the whole shock collar thing. I like being able to speak my mind." She smiled at Miss Honey, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I'm starting to think public nudity isn't as bad as people make it out to be." She said as she took a bite of a strawberry, probably one of her favorite fruits.

"I'm glad to hear you say that, Abbie," Blake said with a grin. "Because you've put me in charge of your clothes, and I don't think I'm going to give you anything to wear for the next month." He laughed, watching as Abbie's face went from pouting to laughing too. She knew he was being serious, but there was just something that appealed to her about letting her boyfriend be in control of her clothes this way.

"How did you get that deal?" Robert asked, turning to Blake with curiosity. He smiled playfully, then looked over at Lauren, watching as her cheeks flushed a deep red. "Hey, Lauren," he teased, his voice light and suggestive. "Maybe I should be in charge of your clothes too!"

"I, um..." Lauren stammered, not knowing how to respond. She looked at Miss Honey, hoping the teacher might give her some guidance.

"It's ok, Lauren," Miss Honey said, her voice gentle and reassuring. "You're allowed to say 'no'."

Lauren's face stayed a deep shade of red as she looked from Robert to Miss Honey and back again. "Ummmm, maybe one day?" was all the little blonde was able to say, her voice barely above a whisper as she shifted nervously in her seat. Her small fingers fidgeted in her lap, suddenly feeling shy about the prospect of letting him control what she wore, or didn't wear, more likely.

Abbie giggled, wiping juice from her chin as she finished her strawberry. "Well, I'm full." she announced, pushing back from the table. The naked girl stretched, her breasts jiggling. She grinned at Lauren, enjoying seeing her friend sitting naked and still blushing from Robert's teasing. They had been through a lot that morning, but now, full and relaxed in their nudity, Abbie felt content.

"Natalie!" Miss Honey commanded, her voice firm yet playful.

The naked principal responded immediately to her girlfriend's call. The blonde 28-year-old rose gracefully from her kneeling position beside the table, her ample breasts swaying slightly with the movement. Without a word, she began collecting the empty plates from the table, her movements practiced and efficient.

Abbie began to rise from her chair, her perky breasts jiggling as she stood. The 14-year-old had enjoyed her lunch and wanted to show her appreciation. "Oh, let me help you." she offered.

"Oh, you don't have to bother yourself." Miss Honey said, her voice playful yet firm as she rose from her chair. She gestured toward the naked principal with a wave of her hand. "Natalie here will take care of it. Won't you, pet?"

Abbie grabbed her plate, getting up from her chair. "Really, it's no trouble," she said, following Miss Honey and Ms. Bruster into the kitchen. Once they were alone, away from the others, Abbie's expression changed. Her mind went back to the idea she'd been thinking about ever since she arrived at Miss Honey's today. Now was the perfect time to finally say something about it. "Miss Honey, Ms. Bruster, there's something I need to talk to you about."

Miss Honey turned to her, her gaze curious and attentive. "What is it, dear?"

Abbie took a deep breath, gathering her courage. Her tone became serious, causing the two women to stop what they were doing and just listen to her. "I think there's a way to improve the Feminudist philosophy, and make it easier for the people who support it." Abbie took a moment to gather her thoughts. She had been thinking about this idea ever since Blake had brought up that there could be other girls like her. Other girls that were exhibitionists. "As you found out last night at the dance, I'm an exhibitionist." The young girl blushed, glancing down at her bare feet. It wasn't easy for her to admit this, especially to her teacher and the school's principal. "My biggest fear is being found out and shamed for it. Maybe even no longer being allowed to go naked." she added, her voice trembling slightly.

"I never knew you had such fear." Ms. Bruster said, her voice gentle and understanding. She took a step closer to the young girl, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "What is it you're thinking, Abbie?"

The young teenager looked up, her eyes shining with a mix of trepidation and determination. "I had an epiphany talking to Blake earlier, when he brought up that most of the other girls are probably getting excited being naked too. So, my idea is this. What if a part of Feminudism was not only allowing a girl to be horny, but embracing being horny?” Her words were hesitant, but the idea was clear. "We could include a new rule, something like," she paused, trying to find the right words to express her thoughts. "'All girls should embrace their natural state of arousal and not feel ashamed by it, or something."

Miss Honey's eyes sparkled with curiosity, a slow smile spreading across her face. “You mean, flip it around? Frame it as female empowerment to show arousal. Empowerment is embracing your arousal.” She paused for a moment, considering the idea. "That’s a clever notion. A girl being aroused would be celebrated, not condemned. It could be a powerful tool in encouraging more people to join the cause. And if it's framed as an expression of their innate nature, rather than a deviation, it could help alleviate some of the stigma the girls feel."

Abbie was getting excited about the idea now. "Not just that," she continued, her voice growing more confident as she warmed to her topic, "but girls should actively participate in being horny. Like masturbating in public." She could feel her cheeks flushing as she said it, but pushed ahead anyway. "And telling people that we're turned on to be naked in front of them. That it's not only alright, but it's part of the program." The young girl took a deep breath, her eyes shining with determination as she looked between her teacher and the principal. "A part of the Feminudist program!" she added firmly, emphasizing each word. "That way, no girl would have to be ashamed of getting excited by being naked, or expressing their horniness. It would just be... natural. Expected, even."

Miss Honey's eyes lit up with excitement. "I love it. It's bold, daring, and completely unexpected. It would be a way to challenge traditional notions of femininity and modesty. And, if we include it in our rules, it would give girls like you a way to express themselves without fear of judgment."

Ms. Bruster stood to the side, shaking her head a little. "I don't know," She started. "I like your thinking, don't get me wrong, but legally, you're reaching a breaking point. It's one thing to be nude in public, it is a whole different matter to flaunt your sexuality so publicly." She cautioned, not wanting them to get their hopes up. She could just picture the police hauling the girls away in handcuffs. As principal, it was her job to protect her students. "We need to have a chat with your mom, Abbie. If she approves of the idea, then I'll think about it." The blonde principal said, her expression serious, yet encouraging. "But, if she says no, then that's the end of it."

"How do you think your mom would feel about this? She did come up with the concept of Feminudism to begin with, and if she’s not on our side about this, I don’t see it working out." Miss Honey added, having to agree with her partner. She wanted to protect the girl, and she knew that if they weren't careful, this could all blow up in their faces. "She's not the type of woman to mince words, and she knows the law probably better than anyone else in the community."

"Don't tell her I told you this, but she admitted to me that she's an exhibitionist too." Abbie's voice dropped to a whisper, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink as she glanced around the kitchen to ensure their privacy. "I guess I know where I get it from..." She shifted her weight nervously. "I think we should give it a shot. I don't know if she'll be on board with it, but I have to try." Her eyes met Miss Honey's and Ms. Bruster's searching for reassurance. "I was just hoping you'd both help me talk to her about it." She bashfully twisted her foot back and forth, a small gesture that betrayed her anxiety about sharing her mother's secret and proposing such a bold idea.

"Of course, Abbie." Miss Honey nodded, willing to help the girl any way she could.

Ms. Bruster nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful as she considered Abbie's proposal. The naked principal crossed her arms under her breasts, leaning against the kitchen counter as she processed the implications of what the young girl was suggesting.

"Our biggest hurdle is still going to be legal issues," Ms. Bruster said finally, her voice measured and professional despite her nakedness. "But with your mom and Mrs. Stevens on our side, I think we might have a good chance of making this come to fruition." She paused, glancing between Abbie and Miss Honey. "I know my legal background isn't as extensive as your mother's, but even I can see the potential challenges here. Public nudity is one thing, but public sexual displays, that's a completely different legal battlefield."

Miss Honey stepped closer to Abbie, placing a reassuring hand on the young girl's shoulder. "She's right, you know. We'll need to be very careful about how we frame this new aspect of Feminudism." The teacher's voice was gentle but firm, showing her support for Abbie's idea while also acknowledging the practical concerns.

Abbie bit her lower lip, her brow furrowed in concentration. She had been so excited about her idea that she hadn't fully considered the legal ramifications. But hearing Miss Honey and Ms. Bruster discuss it so calmly made her feel more confident that they could find a way to make it work. "I never thought about the legal stuff," Abbie admitted, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I just thought it would help girls like me who get turned on by being naked." She looked down at the floor, suddenly feeling a bit foolish for not considering all the implications.

Ms. Bruster reached out and tilted Abbie's chin up, forcing the young girl to meet her gaze. "That's exactly why you need people like us to help you," the principal said with a soft smile. "Your idea has merit, Abbie. It just needs to be shaped properly to avoid legal issues."

Miss Honey nodded in agreement, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "This could be revolutionary for the movement. Imagine, girls no longer feeling ashamed of their natural responses to nudity! It could change everything."

Abbie couldn't help but smile at the enthusiasm in Miss Honey's voice. She felt a surge of pride and gratitude, knowing that her teacher and principal were willing to support her idea and help her navigate the challenges that lay ahead. "Thank you," she said quietly, her eyes shining with determination. "I promise I'll do whatever it takes to make this a reality."

Time was running short before the big track meet, and everyone still had things to do. Miss Honey and Ms. Bruster needed to head over to the school to help chaperone the event, and Blake and Abbie needed to get home so Blake could change into his track uniform.

Robert and Lauren were the first to leave. "I'll walk you home," Robert offered, smiling at the blonde girl.

Lauren nodded, her cheeks still slightly pink from their earlier conversation. "Ok," she agreed, standing up from the table.

Robert took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as they walked toward the door. "Thanks for everything, Miss Honey, Ms. Bruster," he said, turning back to the women.

"Yes, thank you," Lauren added, her voice soft as she looked at the teacher and principal. "Today was... interesting."

Miss Honey smiled at them. "You're welcome, dear. Have a good time at the track meet."

Ms. Bruster nodded in agreement. She had resumed kneeling in the center of the room, in her submissive position. "Good luck, you two," she said, her voice gentle.

With a final wave, Robert led Lauren to the door. The naked girl walked beside him, her small breasts jiggling slightly with each step. She glanced over at Robert, who was watching her with a look of affection in his eyes.

"You know," Robert said after a moment, breaking the silence between them, "you're really beautiful when you're like this."

Lauren blushed deeper, feeling a warmth spread through her body at his words. "Thank you," she whispered, squeezing his hand tighter. "For everything."

That was the last Abbie and Blake heard, before they too headed out the door. As they stepped outside, the slightly cool spring air hit their skin, causing Abbie's nipples to harden. She shivered slightly, and Blake immediately put his arm around her shoulders to keep her warm.

"Ready for the track meet?" Blake asked, his voice cheerful as they walked down the sidewalk. The Saturday morning sun was beginning to warm up, casting a golden glow on the neighborhood.

Abbie nodded, her long blonde hair bouncing with each step. "Yeah, though I'm not sure how I'll concentrate on running after everything that happened today." She glanced down at her naked body, a small smile playing on her lips. "At least I won't have to worry about what to wear."

Blake chuckled, giving her a gentle squeeze. "Don't worry, you'll do great. You always do." He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Plus, I know how much you enjoy showing off your awesome legs while you run."

Abbie giggled, her cheeks flushing pink. "You know me too well." She paused for a moment, thinking about the conversation she just had with Miss Honey and Ms. Bruster. She didn't want to leave Blake in the dark, considering he had instigated the idea in her. "You remember that idea I had to run off and talk to Miss Honey about? It was an idea for Feminudism."

"Yeah, I remember. But you ran off without telling me anything, then I kinda forgot all about it when we got there, and you were made to wear a shock collar." He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm guessing that wasn't why you rushed over there, huh?"

Abbie laughed along with him, rolling her eyes playfully. "Yeah, that was an interesting surprise. But no, that's not why I ran off." She took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts. "I had an idea to integrate exhibitionism into the Feminudist ideology. I thought it would be a way to help girls like me who get turned on by being naked in public, or even just the idea of being seen." She paused, looking up at Blake to gauge his reaction. "What do you think?"

Blake's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Really? That's... wow." He considered her words for a moment before grinning. "I think it's a pretty wild idea. Not sure how it would work, but I'd support it." His expression softened. "You're brave for suggesting it, Abbie. It's not easy to put yourself out there like that."

Abbie felt a rush of affection for her boyfriend. He always knew what to say to make her feel better. "Thanks," she said, leaning into him as they walked. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Hey blondie!" Abbie heard a voice that made her blood run cold! She had heard that voice before. The voice belonged to Carla, one of the girls that had kidnapped her and tied her up in this very park! Blake and Abbie stopped walking. They both turned around to see Carla and her sister Anna standing behind them. They were both dressed in too-tight white t-shirts and jeans, making their bulbous appearance more pronounced.

Abbie didn't know what to say, and Blake didn't seem to have any words either. He instinctively took a step in front of Abbie to protect her. He was already weary by the tone of voice the girl had just used, and the name she had just called his girlfriend. "Do you know these girls?" He asked, making a slight glance at Abbie, but he didn't take his sights away from the twins for long.

Abbie's heart raced with fear as she looked at the two girls, Carla and Anna, who had made her feel so humiliated and violated before. Her mouth felt dry, and she struggled to find the words to respond to Blake. Finally, she managed to croak out, "Yes, I do. They're the ones who kidnapped me." She clung to Blake's arm, her body trembling with a mix of fear and anger. She was glad that Blake was there with her, but she still couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability that washed over her. "What do you want?" she demanded, her voice trembling slightly.

Carla and Anna glanced at each other, and for a moment, Abbie thought she saw a flicker of something in their eyes. It almost looked like guilt, but she couldn't be sure. The twins shifted uncomfortably under her stare, their too-tight t-shirts straining against their chubby frames. "We just want to apologize," Carla said, her voice coming out much softer than Abbie expected. It didn't sound like the same girl who had tied her up and laughed at her. "What we did to you was wrong, and we're really sorry." Her voice wavered, and she couldn't seem to meet Abbie's eyes, looking down at the pavement instead. Anna just nodded beside her sister, chewing on her lower lip nervously.

Abbie's heart skipped a beat, her anger faltering slightly as she heard their apology. She looked at them with a mix of disbelief and curiosity, searching their faces for any sign of insincerity. But as she looked closer, she noticed something else about them. They looked tired, as if they hadn't slept well in days, and the cocky demeanor they had once had seemed to have vanished. Abbie couldn't help but feel a small flicker of sympathy for them. "Well," she started, her voice hesitant, "thanks for the apology. But that doesn't change what you did to me." She paused, considering her next words carefully. "If you're really sorry, maybe you could make it up to me somehow." Her voice was firm, and she held her head high, determined not to let them get the upper hand again. If they were going to apologize, they would have to work for her forgiveness.

Carla and Anna exchanged another glance, their faces a mix of emotions. It was hard to read exactly what they were thinking, but after a moment, they both nodded in agreement. "We understand," Carla said, her voice soft but resolute. "Just tell us what you want, and we'll do our best to make it up to you."

Abbie took a deep breath, her mind racing with possibilities. She could ask them to do anything, but would they really comply? It was a risky gamble, but she decided to test their sincerity. "Well, I think it's only fair that you experience some of what you did to me," she said, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the twins. "So, if you're serious about apologizing, I want you to strip down, give me your clothes, and walk home in nothing but your tennis shoes." She watched as their faces turned pale, their eyes widening in surprise. But she didn't back down, her gaze steady and unwavering.

Carla's eyes went wide, her mouth hanging open in shock. She glanced at her sister, searching for reassurance, but found none. Anna, for her part, seemed completely stoic. "Are you out of your mind??" Carla wailed, her voice breaking. "You can't expect us to walk home naked!"

"Carla." Anna's voice came out firm, deeper than Abbie was expecting. "Don't be such a baby. We'll do whatever she says. It's only right, after what we did." The other girl's face was a mask of resolve, her eyes boring into her sister's. Anna then stepped up to Abbie, her chubby body jiggling slightly with each step, and held her hands out in front of herself. "What do you want first?" she asked, her voice surprisingly steady despite her nervousness. Her sister hung back, her mouth agape at what was happening. She didn't have it in her to take her clothes off in the middle of the park.

Abbie's lips curled into a smirk, a sense of power and control coursing through her. "Start with the shirts," she commanded, her eyes never leaving Anna's. She gestured dismissively at Carla, who was still gaping at her sister's compliance. "And as for her, if she can't handle stripping herself, then I want you to do it." Abbie's voice was firm, her eyes hardening as she watched Carla's face flush with embarrassment.

Anna nodded, reaching down to grab the hem of her too-tight white shirt. She hesitated for a moment, glancing at Blake, then her sister, before steeling herself and pulling the shirt up and over her head, revealing her chubby frame. Her breasts hung heavy and round, jiggling as she tossed her shirt at Abbie. The cool spring air caused goosebumps to rise on her skin.

Anna then moved to her sister, grabbing at the other girl's shirt. Carla shrieked, trying to pull away, but Anna was not going to allow her out of this. "Come on, Carla!" she said, her voice stern. "It's no big deal, she was tied up in front of a bunch of boys, now it's your turn."

Carla couldn't believe this was happening to her. It was so humiliating! But she knew she had no choice, and she couldn't fight her sister forever. With a frustrated sigh, she allowed Anna to strip her of her top. Carla's breasts were just as heavy and round as her sisters, encased in a pink bra. Abbie couldn't help laughing at the bully wearing such girly colored underwear. "I thought for sure you'd have something black on." She said, pointing at her bra, while she giggled. "It suits you, you know." Abbie was having a good time at their expense, and it was showing. Her mood had completely changed now, and the twins could tell Abbie was enjoying this. "Now the pants." She ordered, pointing to their jeans.

Anna quickly undid her pants, letting the denim slide down her thick, pale thighs, exposing a pair of purple panties. Her sister was a little more reluctant, her face burning with humiliation as she slowly undid her jeans and shimmied out of them, revealing pink panties that matched her bra! Abbie couldn't help laughing again at the absurdity of the situation, but the twins were silent, Anna's face set in determination, and Carla's in humiliation. They knew they had to follow through on their apology, no matter how embarrassing it might be. As they stood there, half-naked and vulnerable, Abbie couldn't help but feel a small sense of justice. This was their punishment for what they had done to her, and she intended to savor it.

Carla and Anna both looked at Abbie, unsure of what to do next. "Should we just give these to you?" Anna asked, her voice soft and uncertain, the jeans and shirts held in her outstretched arms.

"I think that would be for the best." Abbie smiled, taking the clothes from the twins. She couldn't help feeling a sense of vindication as she watched the two bullies standing there in their underwear, looking vulnerable and ashamed. It was a far cry from the cocky attitude they had the other day. "But don't think this is over just yet," she continued, her voice stern as she folded the clothes, and gave them over to Blake. "I'll need those bras and panties too, girls." Abbie's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she saw the looks of shock and disbelief on their faces.

"But... but we..." Carla started to protest, her cheeks flushed red, but her sister cut her off with a sharp look.

"Carla, shut it," Anna snapped, her face set in grim determination. "We agreed to do whatever she wanted." Anna turned to Abbie, her eyes meeting the younger girl's gaze. "You can have them." With a swift, almost robotic movement, Anna unclasped her bra and tossed it at Abbie, her large breasts swinging freely in the cool morning air. She quickly followed suit with her panties, stepping out of them and handing them over to the triumphant girl.

Carla's face turned a deep shade of red, her hands trembling as she reluctantly started to undress. She struggled with the clasp of her pink bra for a moment before finally managing to free her large breasts. The cool spring air immediately made her nipples harden into little points on the ends of her heavy breasts! She hesitated again, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her matching pink panties, as a tear trickled down her cheek. "No, please, I can't!" she cried out, looking at Abbie with pleading eyes.

"Carla, come on!" her sister urged, her voice filled with rage. "You're fucking doing this too!" Anna was already standing naked, the cool morning air chilling her skin. Her chubby body looked even more vulnerable in the open space of the park. "You think I'm having a great time doing this? Hell, no! But we have to do this, we fucked up, and now we gotta make it right."

"No! No! I can't!" The crying girl sobbed, her face buried in her hands. She tried to make a run for it, but her sister was too quick, grabbing her and tackling her to the ground. "Anna, let me go!" Carla screamed, her body writhing and squirming to break free, but her sister held tight, her grip unyielding. The sound of their struggle filled the park as they wrestled on the grass, their naked bodies grappling for control. It was an odd scene to see. Two chubby girls, one naked, the other in her just her panties. And the one that was naked, was the one in charge, keeping her sister pinned down and forcing her to follow through on their apology.

"Give me those!" Anna said forcefully, grabbing hold of her twin sister's panties by the crotch. She tugged hard, and suddenly there was a ripping sound! "There!" Anna yelled, holding up her prize, her chest heaving with exertion. "Are you happy now, you stupid bitch?" she spat at her sister, who lay panting on the ground, her naked body fully exposed to the elements and her twin sister's anger.

Anna stood over her sister, her body shaking with adrenaline as she tossed the torn panties at Abbie. "Here, take them!" she growled, her eyes blazing with fury. "I apologize for my sister." She turned back to Carla, who was still lying on the ground, tears streaming down her face. "Get up," Anna commanded, her voice cold and authoritative. "We have a long walk to make."

Abbie watched in shock as Anna helped her sister to her feet. Carla was still crying softly, but seemed to be more accepting of the improvised punishment Abbie had given them. Because of their little scuffle, a small group had gathered to watch the two sisters. Some of the teens in the crowd recognized the two bullies, and the flashes of smartphones went off, signaling they were taking pictures of the naked twins. Carla and Anna's lives would never be the same, and Abbie expected their bullying days were now over because of this humiliating exposure they had just faced.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" Blake asked, smiling at Abbie as he took the rest of the twins' clothes from her.

Abbie couldn't help but smile back at him. "Yes, I did," she admitted, feeling a sense of satisfaction that she had finally gotten some form of revenge on the two bullies who had caused her so much pain. "They deserved it."

"Good. They're awful girls for what they did to you." Blake said, putting his arm around Abbie's shoulder and pulling her closer to him. "Maybe I can give them a spanking one day!" He chortled, his eyes glinting with naughtiness.

Abbie giggled, her bare breasts jiggling slightly with each step. "I'd like to see that," she said, squeezing his hand. The couple laughed together, enjoying the playful moment as they made their way home.

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