What a Day to Skip School

By Natalie

[2,159 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.

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“Hey, everyone!” Harper shouts.

Harper is a junior in high school and is greeting her 11^th grade friends.

“Hey, Harper!” they reply but not quite in unison.

The school day is about half over and the five girls (Harper, Sofia, Gabriella, Shanice, and Alexa) are walking to lunch. This is the first chance they’ve all had to be together today at the same time.

“Where were you yesterday?” Sofia asks Harper while sporting an excited look on her face.

“Oh, I just decide to skip…uh, I mean…I didn’t feel good yesterday so my Mom let me stay home.” Harper replies.

Her friends giggle as they know Harper is prone to skip school on a whim with or without her parents’ permission. She just quickly changed her story and lowered her voice as a teacher happened to be walking by.

“Boy, did you miss out!” Shanice exclaims once the teacher has passed by. The other three girls titter in response. Harper frowns.

“Miss what?” she asks.

“Should we tell her?” Sofia teases.

“What?! WHAT?!” Harper is beside herself with anticipation.

“I’ll tell her.” Alexa starts knowing she’ll get help along the way from the other girls. “Yesterday, we had Mrs. Penwood…”

“Mrs. Penwood?” Harper interrupts with a sneer. “Now I’m really glad I missed.”

The other four girls laugh at this. Mrs. Penwood is a substitute teacher and no student likes her. She is very strict and allows NO shenanigans.

“Anyway,” Alexa continues after calming down a bit, “Mrs. Penwood got her time schedule mixed up and took us to gym class two periods early.”

“Another reason to miss.” Harper mumbles. She is not much interested in gyn class, especially swimming. “So far, you’ve made me even more glad I skipped yesterday.”

The other girls just smile knowingly. Alexa continues.

“Well, none of us wanted to tell her as we figured we could get out of a couple of other periods due to her mix up and our ability to stall.”

“A talent we should all be proud of.” Gabriella interjects to more giggles.

“Before you go on,” Harper says using Gabriella’s interruption to ask about something that she hasn’t figured out yet today. “Why have all the boys from our class been so sheepish today? You say something as simple as ‘Hi’ to one of them and his face turns beet red and he turns and rushes away. What’s going on?”

“Patience.” a grinning Alexa instructs as she hushes the other girls. “We’ll get there.”

“Yeah, get on with it!” the other girls demand.

“So, like always, Mrs. Penwood wants complete silence in the locker room as we’re changing into our swimsuits. She tells us she doesn’t want to hear any commotion, not even a ‘peep’ out of us.”

“And there were several ‘peep’s?” Harper asks knowing the answer.

“Oh yes, several.” Shanice says pointing to herself as one of the culprits.

“Well, we all got changed and headed out onto the pool floor.” Alexa continues. “Mrs. Penwood told us to line up to count off for teams and she would be right out. ‘AND NOT A SOUND OUT OF YOU, UNDERSTOOD?’ ” That last part is Alexa mimicking Mrs. Penwood and she did an excellent job.

“And that’s when we heard the noise…” Alexa says.

“Voices, actually” Sofia explains.

“I was getting to that.” Alexa replies. “Anyway, we hear voices and they’re from the boys’ locker room from across on the other side of the pool. That’s when we realize that this is the boys’ swim period. One of the other girls thought she should run in and tell Mrs. Penwood but we stopped her. We reasoned that it would be fun to see the boys in just their school swimsuits.”

**At this point it should be noted that the school provides swimsuits for all students for P.E. This is done for a variety of reasons including 1. No student can ‘forget’ his or her swimsuit for class, 2. the school knows exactly what the swimwear is made of and doesn’t have to worry about kids’ bringing their own swimsuits that may cause problems with the pool, and 3. the school washes the swimsuits so doesn’t have to worry about dirty swimwear being worn in the pool. **

“Yeah”, Shanice says, “we figured it’d be quite entertaining to see the boys in just their school swimsuits, their chests completely bared.”

All five girls stop for a moment sporting dreamy looks on their faces as they contemplate this image.

“Besides,” Gabriella, the first to come back to reality, says, “the boys would have no problem ogling us in our school swimsuits. So, why not have each side give the other a bit of a swimsuit show before Mrs. Penwood and Mr. Ikeda…” (the boys’ P.E. instructor) “…figured things out.”

Harper scowls. She is torn. She wants to know and she doesn’t. She doesn’t want to know that she missed out on seeing her male classmates in just their school swimsuits. She’s only seen one or two of them at the beach or pool in just board shorts and those were quite impressive and drool-inducing sights.

“So, uh…d, d, did you get to seem them in their swimsuits?” Harper asks hesitantly. Even if she didn’t get to see and her friends did, she knows she can overcome her envy and get as much detail as she can.

“No, we didn’t.” Alexa replies with a faux sad face.

The other girls can hardly contain themselves as they watch Harper.

“Oh, well, it would’ve been fun to hear what you saw, especially regarding Andrés.” Harper laments.

All five girls sigh amorously at the sound of Andrés name. This handsome, shy, athletic Latino boy is generally the top talk of many a girls’ slumber party when the conversation turns to boys.

“So, what happened, did someone tell Mrs. Penwood and you all had to go back into the locker room before the boys came out?” Harper asks once she and the others recover from their reverie.

“No”, Alexa replies trying to keep as straight and somber of a look as she can. The other girls are failing miserably at this. “We did see them come out.”

“In what,” a frowning Harper asks, “their regular gym clothes? Was it not a swim day for them?”

“No, not their gym clothes, and yes, it was a swim day.”

“Well, they couldn’t have been in their street clothes, that wouldn’t make any sense.” a confused Harper ponders with hand on chin. “So what did you see them in?”

Alexa almost looses it. But she regains control and answers.

“In…” Alexa pauses trying to build the suspense.

“IN WHAT?!” an increasingly agitated Harper queries. “If you didn’t see them in their gym clothes, their street clothes, or their swimsuits, what DID you see them in?!”

“IN THEIR BIRTHDAY SUITS!!” the four girls shout in blissful excitement.

Harper’s jaw drops open wider than the other girls thought possible.

**Later, the girls will explain to Harper that—from the information they had gathered—the school washing machine had broken just after the girl’s swimsuits had been washed but right before the boys’ suits had been put in. So, knowing that there was a free period after the boys’ swim class, Mr. Ikeda had reasoned the boys could swim this one day ‘au naturel’ without creating any problems. Boy was he wrong! The boys had grumbled a bit about it being just a bit embarrassing, but knew better than to argue with Mr. Ikeda. Of course, they had NO idea just how embarrassed they were going to be!**

Back to now.

“N, n, naked?” a slightly trembling Harper stammers.

“BUTT naked.” a smirking Alexa replies.

“Not just their butts, at least not first.” a deviously grinning Gariella says silently, but all four girls hear her. Harpers heart races faster being matched by the other girls’ heart beats.

“Since they didn’t know we were out on the other side of the pool deck…” Alexa says between breaths as she mentally replays yesterday’s magnificent sight.

“One of the few times Mrs. Penwood telling us to be quiet and us obeying her actually worked out!” Shanice interjects.

“…they just started coming out on their side, laughing and talking.” an overly excited Alexa explains.

“With, nuh, nuh, nothing on?!?” Harper asks, her eyes wide open wanting to see if they could possibly see yesterday.

“Completely naked!” Gabriella nearly shouts. Fortunately the girls had stopped on their way to the lunch room as they knew they couldn’t tell the story properly while walking along. They had found a semi-private place to tell Harper the tale.

“Not a stitch.” Alexa says delightedly.

“Oh, and at the same time” Sofia interjects, wanting to tell part of the tale, “Mrs. Penwood came out, too. She took one look across the pool and went nearly statue like, eyes and mouth wide open in shock. She didn’t seem to know what to do or what to make of the situation.”

“Yeah, yeah! Nevermind her, what about the boys?!” an impatient Harper exclaims. “What did you see?!”

“Well”, Alexa replies in as even a tone as she can muster, “the first two boys out the door, just like the others soon to follow, were totally oblivious to our and Mrs. Penwood’s presence. So, they had nothing covered up. What a sight. Shanice, take over. I don’t think I have the breath to continue.”

Shanice giggles. Of course, she, too has trouble telling the tale from her heavy breathing due to mentally reliving yesterday’s poolside adventure.

“Like Alexa said, they covered up nothing. So, it wasn’t just their arms swinging about animatedly as they entered the pool room talking and laughing. But the second they saw us…”

Shanice had to stop. So, Sofia takes over.

“Oh, Harper, you should’ve seen the looks on their faces. PRICELESS. The alarm on their faces put Mrs. Penwood’s look of shock and dismay to shame. And I’ve never seen a deeper, lovelier shade of red as what their cheeks showed.”

“Don’t stop now!” Harper demands. “Come on, tell me all!”

“Those two first boys turned around to go back in. But the boys behind them didn’t know yet we were there and kept coming out. So, we got a great rear view as well of the first two boys getting pushed further and further out. They quickly stepped aside so we got to see the next few boys unknowingly displaying themselves in all their radiant glory!!”

“But, then, they, too, saw us, but instead of reddening up, they went white as ghosts!” Alexa says having regained some of her composure and wanting to get back to telling the tale. “Oh, Harper! You should’ve seen what we saw!!”

“As each row of bare-naked boys came out, they tried to stop once they saw us but the others behind them kept pushing them further and further out. The ones who knew were frantically trying to get the ones behind them to understand and to let them back in, but to no avail. What a show with all our male peers unwillingly on display butt naked for us, squirming, struggling to not be seen that way and failing at it.”

“Harper, it was wonderous. I’ll never forget it.” Gabriella says. “We got to see everyone of our male classmates in the buff and most of them ARE quite buff. And the back view is just as impressive as the front. So many gorgeous bare butts for us to watch!”

Harper is beside herself. So many emotions. So many questions. But the foremost question is…

“And Andrés?” she says very quietly, but intently.

All four of her friends grin with lascivious delight.

“He was one of the first two out, so on display the whole time.” Alexa says as a shiver of sheer ecstasy runs up and down her spine.

“Did you see, uh, um…his, uh…you know…it?”

“In all its magnificent glory along with its two buddies swaying mesmerizingly back-and-forth behind it. Harper, Andrés, like the others, in their panic usually forgot to cover up front or back and got turned around time and time again in all the commotion. What a show!!”

Harper nearly faints. All the other girls are swooning as well.

“And when he turned around to try to go back in?”

“Harper, his butt is just fine.” Sofia proclaims dreamily.

“Girl, it’s more than just fine,” Shanice assets, “his rear assets are to DIE for, the most muscularly exquisite buns I’ve ever seen, works of art.”

Harper wants to know more and her friends will oblige her. They’ve missed lunch but are more than sated with the juicy tale of what happened yesterday. Okay, that’s not entirely true. They want more and will replay and retell the tale many times over. As she waits for the end of the day to hear more details, Harper repeatedly rues to herself“What a day to skip school!”

The End

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