By SuperEvil
superevil7@protonmail.com
Copyright 2026 by SuperEvil, all rights reserved
[4,898 words]
* * * * *Chapter 66
The only thing that Abbie had left to do today was to attend her track
meet. She was excited to show off her running skills, but a bit nervous
about being naked. It was still strange for her to think that she was
going to be running naked in front of so many people, but she was
determined to push through her nerves. After the events of the day,
being naked in front of the boy scouts troop, she felt a sense of
confidence that she hadn't had before.
Abbie and Blake walked
side by side toward the school, the cool April air making her nipples
stand erect. Abbie was naked save for her running shoes, her long,
bleach blonde hair bouncing with each step. Blake had an arm wrapped
around her shoulders, giving her a reassuring squeeze every so often.
"You nervous?" Blake asked, his voice warm in Abbie's ear.
"A little," Abbie admitted with a small laugh. "But I'm more excited, I
think. It's going to be interesting running naked in front of so many
people from out of town."
"You'll be great," Blake assured her. "You always are."
They continued on in silence for a few more blocks before Abbie spoke
again. "My mom and siblings are meeting us there," she said, changing
the subject slightly. "Adam probably can't wait to see me run naked in
front of everyone." She rolled her eyes playfully at the thought.
Blake chuckled, his hand sliding down from her shoulder to squeeze her
bare bottom gently. "Well, at least you don't have to worry about
changing into a track uniform like everyone else."
"No
kidding," Abbie agreed with a grin. "No more awkward changing room
moments for me." She glanced down at her naked body as they walked.
"Although, it'll be kinda awkward being the only girl naked there."
"Won't Lauren be naked too?" Blake reminded her. "And besides, I'm sure the boys on the other teams won't mind the view."
Abbie laughed again, her brown eyes sparkling. "True. I guess I forgot about Lauren."
The rest of the walk to the school was uneventful, the pair chatting
about the races they were going to compete in as they went. When they
arrived, the track meet was just finishing setting up, the bleachers
were still mostly empty, and only one of the opposing teams had
arrived. As Abbie and Blake approached, the other members of the team
looked up and noticed them, a mixture of curiosity and appreciation on
their faces. It was one thing for Abbie to be naked during practice,
but now they were all about to see her naked body competing in an
actual meet. They were all a bit nervous to see how people would react
to seeing the star of the track team running in the nude.
"Hey guys," Blake greeted their teammates, a confident grin on his face. "Ready for the big day?"
"You know it!" Robert had already arrived, but there was still no sign
of Lauren. He had been watching the road and was still waiting for her
to arrive. He saw his parents in the bleachers and waved at them.
Robert's parents had always been very supportive of him, no matter what
he chose to do.
Their other teammates were still looking at
Abbie's naked body, the boys especially couldn't take their eyes off
her. The way she moved, the way her muscles flexed and stretched with
each step, as she started up her routine warmup. It was a sight to
behold. The boys couldn't stop themselves from staring at her, their
eyes roaming over every inch of her body. And the girls even seemed to
be watching her with a bit of curiosity.
Abbie couldn't help
but smile as she felt their eyes on her. She did more than tolerate the
stares, she reveled in them. Ever since that talk with Miss Honey,
she'd fully accepted the truth, that she was an exhibitionist, and this
was exactly what she wanted. Her nakedness wasn't a burden anymore. It
was power!
Let them stare, she thought confidently. Let them
get distracted by her bouncing breasts and the curve of her bare
bottom. If they couldn't focus on their own races because they were too
busy watching her, well, that was their problem, wasn't it? She'd
definitely use that to her advantage when it came time to compete.
An opposing team's bus pulled up. Their members would soon emerge to
stretch, and Abbie knew they'd be surprised to see her competing.
Finishing her warmup, she scanned the area for Lauren, surprised by her
rival's absence given her competitiveness. Perhaps she was simply
running late.
As the teams unloaded from the bus, Abbie
couldn't help but feel a little nervous. She knew that her nakedness
was going to cause quite a stir among the competitors, but she wasn't
sure how they would react. Would they be disgusted? Amused? Or would
they just try to ignore her altogether? She took a deep breath to
steady her nerves and continued to stretch, seated on the ground, her
long, toned legs extending out in front of her as she reached to touch
her toes.
Lauren's arrival at the track meet was like a
whirlwind. She jumped out of her mom's car and rushed over to her team,
looking a bit disheveled, as if she had been rushing to get ready. As
she ran, her tiny breasts bounced freely, drawing the attention of
everyone nearby. Her blonde hair was a mess, flying in all directions,
but she quickly tied it up in a loose ponytail, matching the other
girls with long hair on her team. She then started stretching, her
movements fluid and graceful, despite her rushed entrance. Robert
couldn't help but stare as she bent over to touch her toes, her cute
buns and little pussy lips on full display to him.
"Sorry I'm
late, guys!" Lauren huffed as she continued stretching. "My mom was
being such a pain in the ass." She looked around, taking in the scene.
"She wouldn't let me go until I cleaned my room. Get this, I had to
bring my laundry down to the washer, even though I'm not going to be
allowed to wear anything for weeks!" She laughed, shaking her head.
"Can you believe that?"
The other girls on the team giggled at
Lauren's story, but Abbie let out a full laugh. "That's rough," she
said, giving Lauren a sympathetic look. "But at least you're here now."
She paused, then added with a playful grin, "And at least you don't
have to worry about your laundry pile getting any bigger while you're
naked." Robert overheard their conversation and couldn't help but
chuckle at how true Abbie's comment was.
"How is everybody
feeling today?" Coach Wood came up, having been talking to the
officials, the other coaches, and Principal Bruster. "We may have a bit
of an issue." He started to say to his team, looking over at Lauren and
Abbie. "It seems the two of you are out of uniform, and according to
the rules, you both need to have on the same outfits as the other
ladies on the team in order to qualify." He paused, looking around at
the other girls on his team. "Now, I know the school has made it so you
girls can wear whatever you want to practice, and I'm all for that, but
it looks like the league rules haven't changed yet." He sighed, rubbing
his chin. "I'm not sure what we're going to do to remedy this
situation." He was clearly conflicted, not wanting to see Abbie and
Lauren miss out on the chance to compete, but also not wanting to break
the rules and risk disqualification. That wouldn't be fair to the rest
of the team.
The boys and girls stood around, looking sad and
disappointed for Abbie and Lauren, thinking there was nothing they
could do. The other team members exchanged worried glances, not wanting
their friends to miss out on competing, but also not wanting to cause
trouble. But then a voice piped up, Blake, as something about what the
coach had just told them had clicked in his head. "Wait, coach, did you
say that it's just that Abbie and Lauren don't match the other girls'
uniforms?" he asked, a hint of a plan forming in his mind. "That's the
only problem, right?"
Coach Wood looked at Blake and nodded. "Yeah, that's the main issue," he said.
"Well, what if the other girls wear the same uniform that Abbie and
Lauren are currently wearing for the meet?" He suggested, grinning at
his idea. "Then they'd match, and the girls could still compete."
The other team members and the coach all stared at Blake, the idea
sinking in. It was a bold suggestion, but it just might work. The girls
on the team exchanged looks, unsure of what to do. The idea of getting
naked to compete was a nerve-racking one for all of them.
"Is
there really no other option, coach?" Abbie's relay teammate Rosa
asked, her dark eyes flickering between Abbie's and Lauren's naked
bodies. She admired their athletic frames under the bright spring sun,
though she felt self-conscious about her own. She had been one of the
girls to join Abbie and Lauren naked on the track, but that had been
during a relatively secluded practice. The thought of being naked in
front of so many people was daunting, but she was willing to do it if
it meant her friends could compete.
Coach Wood rubbed his chin
thoughtfully. "Well, I'm open to ideas if anyone has any better ones."
He looked around at the group. "But if we want Abbie and Lauren to be
able to race, this might be our only choice." He paused, letting his
words sink in. "It's up to you girls."
The girls on the team
exchanged nervous glances, but eventually, one by one, they nodded in
agreement. "Ok, we'll do it," they said, their voices shaky but
determined. They knew it wouldn't be easy, but they wanted their
friends to be able to participate in the meet. And besides, they were
all in this together.
As the girls began to strip down, Abbie
and Lauren watched with expressions of deep appreciation. "You guys are
the absolute best," Abbie said, giving her teammates an encouraging
smile. "What would we do without you all?"
"Yeah, thanks, everyone," Lauren added, her eyes sparkling.
However, over on the other side of the track, the mood couldn't have
been more different. As the girls from the Grandview team began
stripping down, laughter started to ripple through the opposing teams.
The girls from Eastwood and Northgate, their sleek uniforms already
pressed and perfect, stood in smug clusters.
"Look at them!" a
tall brunette from Eastwood sneered, pointing with perfectly manicured
fingers. "They're all stripping! Every single one of them!"
Her friends joined in, their giggles sharp and cruel. "I knew Grandview
was a bunch of weirdos," a redhead chimed in, "but this is a whole new
level." The other girls from both visiting teams snickered, their eyes
fixed on the undressing girls.
Some of the boys from the
opposing teams, however, were watching with expressions that ranged
from awkward grins to open curiosity. One boy with shaggy dark hair
nudged his friend. "Well, this just got interesting," he muttered,
earning a laugh in response.
The laughter continued to grow
louder as more of the Grandview girls bared themselves to the spring
air. Even the coach from Northgate was shaking his head in disbelief. A
few of their team members even pulled out phones, undoubtedly to
capture the bizarre scene.
The contrast was stark, on one
side, girls supporting their teammates in an unusual show of
solidarity, and on the other, rival teams finding delight in their
perceived humiliation. The laughter grew louder, but the Grandview team
stood firm, determined to face the competition on their terms.
Coach Wood watched as the last of his girls stripped down, their
uniforms joining the growing pile on the grass. He gave them an
approving nod before his expression turned thoughtful. "There's just
one more thing we need to sort out," he said, his voice carrying over
the chatter. "For the officials to identify you properly during the
races, we need to make sure everyone has their competition numbers
visible."
The girls shifted uncomfortably, some of them using
their hands to cover themselves. "Coach, how are we supposed to wear
numbers without... well, without anything to attach them to?" Rosa
asked, her cheeks flushing as she gestured to her bare torso.
Coach Wood stroked his chin, his brow furrowed in concentration as he
pondered the practical issue. "That's a very good question," he
admitted, his eyes scanning the group of naked girls standing before
him. The spring breeze was causing goosebumps to appear on their skin,
and more than one girl shivered slightly, her hands hovering
momentarily over her nipples, before she moved them to rub some warmth
into her arms.
After a moment of silence, his expression
cleared as an idea struck him. "I've got it!" he announced with a snap
of his fingers. A grin spread across his face as he looked at his team.
"We can use markers to draw them on. Think about it, without your
clothes, your backs are all blank canvases now."
"Oh, Coach
Wood, I can run and grab some markers from the art supply room!" Nyla
piped up, her voice bright with eagerness. She was one of the younger
members of the team, her small breasts and developing body now on
display along with the others. A trip to the art supply closet seemed
like the perfect opportunity for her to get away from the leering eyes
of boys from the other teams. She was a shy girl, and this was the
first time she'd ever been naked in front this large of a crowd.
"Perfect," Coach Wood said, his grin widening. "Hurry up. We need to
get this done before starting time, or I'm worried we'll still be
disqualified."
Nyla nodded, her long, dark braids bouncing
with the movement. "I'll be quick!" she promised, turning to run off
toward the school. Her little breasts jiggled slightly as she moved,
the cool air making her nipples stiffen.
As Nyla dashed away,
the remaining girls of the team stood around, some of them feeling a
bit self-conscious, while others seemed to almost space out. The
bleachers on their side were filling up now, and they knew they were
the center of attention, especially from the male spectators.
As she looked over at the bleachers, Abbie noticed her mom sitting in
the front row, giving her a little wave. Susan Larson smiled back,
gesturing for her daughter to come over and talk. As Abbie walked in
that direction, she saw that her siblings were there too. Timmy and
Maddie were sitting on either side of their mother, with Timmy
occasionally poking at his twin sister and giggling, while Maddie was
too focused on the cotton candy in her hands to notice much. Adam had
brought along his girlfriends, Sam and Hope, which didn't surprise
Abbie at all, considering how much her brother enjoyed hanging with his
naked girlfriends. Hope was sitting calmly, completely at ease with her
nudity, while Sam seemed a little more self-conscious, occasionally
crossing her arms over her breasts before forcing them back down at
Adam's pointed look.
Abbie's friends were there to cheer her
on too, seated back one row behind her family. Gwen, Sabrina, Daisy,
and even Vanessa had all come to support her at the meet. It was sweet
of them to show up, especially considering how some of the girls were
not at all used to being naked in public at all. Blake's family was
there as well, filling in the row behind Abbie's friends. Mrs. Moss,
Heather, and cute Lilly were all there, showing their support for Blake
and Abbie. Heather sat with her legs crossed at the ankles, her long
blonde hair cascading over her bare shoulders, while Lilly fidgeted
with excitement, her full teenage breasts jiggling as she bounced in
her seat.
The thing that stood out to Abbie most was that
every single female in her section of the bleachers was completely
naked, just like her! It was as if Feminudism had taken over Grandview
completely, with no signs of slowing down. All the women and girls
there to support her were bare-bottomed, their breasts and girl parts
on full display for anyone to see. It was a reminder that she wasn't
alone in her nudity, that she was part of a growing movement that was
changing the world around her. As she took in the sight of all the
naked bodies in the stands, she felt a surge of confidence, knowing
their support went beyond just cheering her on in competition.
"Look, Abbie, we brought you a naked cheer section!" Gwen called to her
best friend from her place in the stands. "And I even made a sign!" She
held up a large, colorful sign that read, "Go, Abbie, go!"
Sabrina and Daisy waved at Abbie too, both of them looking a little
more self-conscious than their friend. Their hands kept moving to cover
themselves, only to drop away again, as if they couldn't decide whether
to be embarrassed or to embrace their nudity. But despite their
discomfort, they were determined to show their support for their
friend, and that meant being part of the naked cheer section.
"Hey, Abbie, we've got your back!" Vanessa shouted, pumping her fist in
the air. She had been a bit of a latecomer to the whole naked thing,
but now she seemed more relaxed, her attitude shifting towards genuine
enjoyment.
"Thanks, guys!" Abbie called back, feeling a surge
of gratitude and affection for her friends. Their presence and
nakedness gave her a boost of courage and solidarity, reminding her
that she wasn't facing this alone.
Just then, Blake came over
and placed his hand on the small of her back. "Come on, Abbie. Nyla is
back with the markers. We gotta hurry." He gently guided her towards
the track, where the other girls from the team were gathered, holding
out their backs for the boys to write their numbers on them.
As Abbie stepped up to the marker-wielding boys, she couldn't help but
feel a shiver of anticipation mixed with embarrassment. The idea of
boys writing on their naked backs was so... intimate, so vulnerable.
And yet, here she was, standing among her teammates, with every single
girl being drawn on.
She closed her eyes as she felt the cool
touch of the marker against her skin, her heart racing with each
stroke. The boys worked quickly, their hands moving with confidence as
they drew the large numbers that would identify the girls on the track.
She went back over to Blake when finished. "How does it look?"
Blake grinned as he turned her to face away from him to give her a
better view. "Looks like a number 14," he grinned. "Your birthday."
"It's my lucky number. I always get it for the team," she said, turning
back around. "Alright. I'm up first. 100-meter dash. Wish me luck," she
said, smiling. She leaned up on her tip toes, to give Blake a kiss,
before heading over to the starting block.
Race after race,
like clockwork, it was the girls of Grandview Middle School coming in
first place. The other two teams, Eastwood and Northgate, were blown
away by their speed and agility, and many of the runners couldn't keep
their eyes off the naked girls as they flew past, distracting them and
slowing their own times. But it wasn't just that, over and over, the
girls were beating their own times, and setting new records. Something
about having to run naked was giving them the competitive edge.
Abbie was on fire today, and she knew it. The practice runs she'd been
doing all week in the nude had paid off in a way she hadn't expected.
Being naked felt so natural now, like she was more in tune with her own
body than ever before. She could feel every muscle in her legs as she
pushed off the starting block, and her lean athletic frame seemed to
slice through the air with no resistance at all.
The other
girls from her team were doing great too, but Abbie was in a league of
her own. Her long, toned legs pumped with a rhythm that seemed almost
effortless, and her teammates watched in awe as she finished each race
well ahead of the competition. Even Coach Wood seemed impressed,
nodding his approval from the sidelines as she crossed another finish
line.
"That's unbelievable," Blake said as he met her at the
finish line of her last race, handing her a water bottle. "You just
keep getting faster and faster."
"It's amazing, isn't it?"
Abbie said between breaths, taking a long drink. "I feel so light
without clothes holding me back." She could feel the cool breeze
against her skin, and it was incredibly refreshing after the heat of
the race. "I don't think I ever want to run with clothes on again."
As Abbie caught her breath after her latest race, leaning forward with
her hands on her knees, a familiar voice cut through the air like
glass. "Slut!" The tall brunette from the Eastwood team, the same girl
who had been sneering earlier with her perfectly manicured fingers,
strode past Abbie's lane. Her nose was turned up high, as if she'd
caught an unpleasant smell. The brunette had just finished third place
behind Abbie, and her jealousy was written all over her face.
"What did you just call me?" Abbie asked, still full of adrenaline and energy from the run.
"You heard me, slut," the brunette repeated, her words as sharp as her
glare. "You think running naked makes you so special, don't you? You
just want everyone to stare at you."
Abbie didn't mince words.
She simply hauled back and slapped the girl across the face! The sound
of the impact echoed across the field, and the brunette stumbled
backward, her face red from the strike.
Before Abbie could
react, Blake grabbed her around the waist, pulling her back so she
couldn't do any more damage. "Whoa, whoa, Abbie! What's gotten into
you?" he asked, trying to defuse the situation.
Abbie
struggled against Blake's firm grip, her bare body twisting as she
tried to break free. "You heard what she called me!" she screamed, her
voice raw with anger. "She called me a slut!"
The
brunette from Eastwood stumbled back a few steps, her hand flying to
her reddening cheek as her eyes widened in disbelief. "You... you hit
me!" she sputtered, her perfect composure finally cracking as she
stared at Abbie with shock turning to fury. Then a cruel smile twisted
her lips as she realized the power she now held. "Oh, I'm so getting
you disqualified!" she declared, her voice dripping with triumph. Her
laughter began, a sharp, cruel sound that carried across the track.
"No, I'm getting you kicked off your team!" she shrieked, pointing an
accusatory finger at Abbie.
"Whoa, hang on. Let's all just
calm down," Blake said, releasing Abbie as her struggling subsided at
the other girl's threat. "What if we worked something out?" he
suggested, stepping slightly in front of Abbie as a protective gesture.
"What if I punished her for what she did?" he asked, looking directly
at the still-shocked brunette. "Right now, in front of everyone. Would
that be enough to satisfy you?"
The girl's eyes narrowed as
she considered Blake's offer. The idea of watching Abbie being
punished, right here in front of everyone, was too tempting to resist.
"What kind of punishment?" she asked, a hint of a sadistic smile
playing on her lips.
"A spanking," Blake replied, his tone firm. "In front of the bleachers, right now."
Abbie's eyes widened in surprise at Blake's suggestion, but before she could protest, the girl from Eastwood cut her off.
"Done," the brunette from Eastwood said, her smile widening. "But I get
to watch up close." She sauntered over to the bench closest to the
bleachers, beckoning them to join her. "Let's do this."
Abbie
looked at Blake, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and
anger. She couldn't believe she was going to get spanked, and in front
of everyone, no less. But the thought of being kicked off the team, and
of letting down her friends and family, was even worse. "Are you sure
you can do this? What about what happened with Heather?"
"Abbie, I have to. If you got kicked off the team, it would kill me. I
know how much running means to you." Blake sighed, his eyes filled with
concern. "And besides, after this morning, I think I can handle it, and
I won't lose control this time." He reached out and touched her cheek
gently, his fingers lingering for a moment. "Don't worry, it will be
alright."
With a deep breath, she nodded to Blake and followed
him to the bench, her stomach doing flips. Blake sat down, and Abbie
felt her face burn red-hot as she laid herself over his lap, her bare
breasts pressed against his thigh. She couldn't believe she was about
to be punished in front of the whole crowd. She could feel their eyes
on her, hear the whispers and gasps as they watched her naked form
draped over Blake's lap.
The brunette from Eastwood leaned
back on the bench, crossing her arms over her chest as a smug smile
played on her lips. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she watched the
scene unfold before her. "Well? Get to it, then," she ordered, her
voice dripping with satisfaction. She was clearly relishing the power
she held in this moment, savoring every second of Abbie's humiliation.
The whole track meet came to a sudden stop, it seemed like everyone
froze in place at once. Runners who had been warming up for the next
race now stood frozen mid-stretch, their eyes wide with surprise.
Coaches who had been shouting instructions just moments before fell
silent, their mouths agape as they stared at the bench, where Abbie was
now positioned over Blake's lap. Most of them hadn't heard what the
brunette from Eastwood had called Abbie, or seen the sharp slap that
had set this whole scene in motion.
The officials and other
coaches huddled together off to one side, whispering in confused tones
and gesturing toward the unfolding scene with baffled expressions. They
seemed completely unaware of what was about to happen, their conference
growing more animated as they tried to figure out why the meet had
suddenly ground to a halt.
Even the spectators in the
bleachers were captivated by the unexpected turn of events. The
Grandview supporters watched with expressions of shock and concern,
while the Eastwood and Northgate fans looked on with a mixture of
disbelief and cruel amusement. A sea of faces turned toward the bench,
where Abbie lay bare over Blake's lap, her vulnerability on full
display for all to see.
SMACK!
The sound of the first
slap echoed across the silent field, and Abbie let out a small cry as
she felt her bottom sting. She couldn't help but feel humiliated, lying
there like a naughty child being punished. She was being spanked in
front of everyone she knew, to pay for her crime.
SMACK!
Another slap, and tears began to well up in her eyes, but not just from
the physical pain. The embarrassment of being seen like this was almost
too much to bear. Abbie kept her head down, trying to avoid making eye
contact with anyone in the crowd. She could feel the heat rising in her
cheeks and ears, and the tears started to spill down her face as she
fought to maintain her composure.
SMACK!
Blake was
trying his best to go easy on her, but the situation demanded a proper
punishment. His hand came down again and again, and Abbie's cries grew
louder, mixing with the sound of the slaps. Her ass was turning a deep
shade of pink, and she could feel the heat radiating from her skin. She
knew there was no way she could avoid the shame of this situation, and
she prayed for it to be over soon.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Abbie's tears flowed freely now, her cries becoming sobs as she endured
the painful ordeal. The sound of her crying filled the silence, echoing
across the track and into the stunned crowd. The blubbering girl kicked
her legs, trying to escape the relentless slaps, but Blake's grip held
firm as he continued to punish her.
Finally, after what felt
like an eternity, the last slap rang out and Abbie slumped forward, her
shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
"Care to explain yourself,
young man?" Ms. Bruster stood there, her hands planted firmly on her
hips. She was wearing a pale blue tracksuit that matched the color of
her eyes, and her blonde hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail,
her icy gaze locked on to Blake and Abbie.