Lorrie's Punishment

Lorrie’s Punishment

By Robert Dogwood

NC-17 for overt nudity

Chapter Four

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Burning with embarrassment, Lorrie could literally hear the gasps from students standing outside the door in the hallway. Then there was no missing the peals of laughter and other hooting from a large number of students. As if to still their derisive voices, Lorrie threw her hands over her ears, forgetting she was uncovering her nakedness. Suddenly she realized Lisa Showalter was standing beside her grinning maliciously and allowing her eyes to roam Lorrie’s nude body.

“I know you think you’re hot, but you didn’t have to go to this length to get attention,” Lisa said snidely.

“Oh shit!” Lorrie exclaimed, realizing she had voluntarily uncovered her nakedness. She quickly moved her hands to cover up as much as possible.

Naughty, naughty,” Lisa said, wagging her forefinger mockingly at Lorrie. “Did Miss Goody-Goody just curse? Perhaps Principal Davis should also wash your mouth out with soap. Here, I don’t want you to be late for home room,” Lisa said, opening the door and pushing Lorrie out of the door, propelling her into a large group of milling students.

Lorrie careened wildly across the hall, bumping into people here and there and finally ended up in the grasp of a young man. He took full advantage of the situation and was holding her up by cupping both of her large breasts in his hands.

“Very nice tits,” he complimented the poor young woman.

“Ekkkk!” Lorrie screamed in protest. “Let go of me!” she said, regaining her feet and slapping at him until he dropped his hands.

The already rowdy crowd of students broke into riotous laughter at the sight of the naked Lorrie. Lorrie didn’t know which was worse; that he had been squeezing her naked breasts or that she felt her nipples grow erect at the contact.

Lorrie suddenly saw her best friend, Erica. Erica was a spectacularly beautiful brunette, who Lorrie had been friends with since elementary school. ‘Thank God,’ Lorrie thought. Surely her good friend would help her, possibly Erica had brought a coat at least with her to school.

Pushing her way through what felt to be hundreds of groping hands, Lorrie finally staggered up to Erica. Her ears were burning with the obscenities being applied to certain parts of her body. Lorrie had never heard such language!

“Erica, please help me,” Lorrie pleaded. She had begun to cry and tears were running freely down her pretty face.

Erica looked up and down Lorrie, who was cowering and attempting to cover her nudity, and smiled cruelly at her. “I always knew you were jealous of my looks, but I never thought you would go this far to make yourself look better. But I will say this, at least I can see you’re a natural blonde.”

Lorrie couldn’t believe her ears. This was her best friend! “Don’t you have anything extra in your locker I could use,” Lorrie begged.

“Actually in fact I do have a coat in my locker, but I don’t choose to share it with a pothead. Besides you heard the principal, you’re supposed to stay naked all day. I don’t feel like getting in trouble for you,” Erica pointed out snidely.

Lorrie couldn’t accept that Erica could be so mean to her in such a horrible situation. If Erica, her almost life long friend, was like this, who could she could look to for sympathy? All of the people that were stroking her body with their hands and attempting to reach her more intimate parts finally pushed Lorrie to the breaking point.

“Goddamn it! Leave me alone!” she screamed and ran sobbing down the hall, almost knocking some people down in her rush. ‘I have to get to my locker! Maybe I left a sweater or coat in it and just don’t remember,’ Lorrie thought, hoping against hope.

Lorrie took a left down a hall where her locker was situated. Once again she ran into a large group of students who were delighted to discover she was stark naked. This time Lorrie disdained the fruitless task of attempting to cover herself, but instead slapped away the hands that were reaching to touch her. Finally she reached her locker. ‘Thank God!’ she thought.

Unfortunately at this point she was winded from her exertion and had to rest for a minute. It was then that the opening bell rang announcing that all students had five minutes to report to home room before being considered tardy.

“Thank God,” Lorrie whispered, thinking the students would appropriately disperse and the hallways would soon be empty. To her horror and disbelief, it turned out to be quite the contrary – not one student had left the vicinity, but instead were beginning to crowd around her.

“Hey Lorrie, you slut,” she heard her good friend Sally say. “Your nipples are way hard and your clit’s sticking out. The least you could do is cover yourself.”

The naked blonde looked up in great distress and saw her friend standing less than a foot away from her. “Sally, please, help me,” she pleaded.

“There’s nothing I can do for you when you just stand there like that. At least try to pull something out of your locker to use,” Sally retorted.

“Hey, look everybody. Her tits are hard!” Lorrie’s friend, Thomas, shouted out.

Lorrie felt totally shamed. People would think she had grown excited with being exposed.

Lorrie attempted to shut out the increasing number of obscene catcalls that were being shouted out at her by concentrating on opening her locker as quickly as she could. The problem was her hands were shaking so badly she could hardly work the combination lock properly. Lorrie had just felt the final click lock into place when she heard a familiar voice bellow, “What’s going on here?!”

As she pulled her locker door open, Lorrie sensed rather than saw people being rudely pushed aside. She looked up into the shocked eyes of her boyfriend, Mike. “Lorrie, where the hell are your clothes?! You’re naked!”

Suddenly enraged that her boyfriend hadn’t immediately handed her the shirt off his back, Lorrie sarcastically snapped, “There’s a no brainer for you. Duh! When did you first notice?”

Mike was suddenly captured by pure lust. Why, he hadn’t even seen Lorrie in her underwear before. The most they had ever done in two years was heavy petting completely dressed. ‘My God, she’s absolutely gorgeous,’ he thought, as he stood there just staring at her.

Already angry with her boyfriend for his obvious insensitivity to her plight, Lorrie was absolutely enraged to see an obvious erection poking out beneath her boyfriend’s jeans. “This is all your fault, you jerk!” she screamed. “If it hadn’t been for you and your precious pot, none of this would have happened to me,” Lorrie responded further, shoving Mike.

Lorrie turned back to her open locker and immediately was devastated to see she had not left a coat or sweater. She quickly placed her books into her large carry bag and then held it up in front of her, which would cut off the view of the crowd of her most intimate parts.

“Wait a minute, I’m sorry,” Mike expressed, grabbing her by the arm. “Wait – I’ll give you my shirt.”

“Get away from me!” she shouted, shrugging off his hand.

Lorrie’s home room was only a few doors away, but she had no intention of going there. She was headed to the women’s restroom to spend the entire day there. No way was she going to attend classes naked. Unfortunately she hadn’t reckoned on her home room teacher, Vic Thomas. Vic in his personal habits and interests was a carbon copy of Principal Davis, although he was ten years younger.

As soon as he had heard the principal’s announcement concerning Lorrie’s plight, he had almost literally been salivating. This was a dream come true for him. Anticipating that Lorrie might try to sneak off somewhere and not attend his home room, Vic had situated himself by the doorway of the classroom and stood eagerly scanning the crowd for her. Even though he wasn’t able to see Lorrie because of the crowd that was surrounding her on her naked journey down the hall, he was certainly able to tell it was her by all the shouting and laughter of the other students.

Vic stepped away from the doorway and pushed into the melee. God, he thought his heart would stop when he got a good look at the nude young woman. ‘Jesus!’ he thought. ‘She even looks better than I expected. Look at those knockers!’

“Leave her alone!” Vic called out, the sudden voice of authority. The crowd fell somewhat quiet and the teacher took the opportunity to send everyone on their way in no uncertain terms. Soon it was just he and the naked Lorrie standing in the hallway.

“Come on, Lorrie,” Vic said, grasping the young woman firmly by the arm. “I’ll give you safe passage to home room.”

‘Safe passage?’ Lorrie snorted. ‘Who’s going to give me safe passage from this dirty old geezer?’

Vic pulled Lorrie struggling in his grip along with him rather than accompanying her to the classroom. The young blonde was distressed even more when she entered the classroom, only to see one desk open for her to sit at. And was it ever open! Apparently some ingenious student had removed the top part of the desk.

‘Oh no!’ Lorrie thought desolately. She had been hoping to remain somewhat hidden in her nudity by taking a seat at the back of the room. She would now be on front street and what was even worse she would only be a few feet away from the certain to be relentless staring of her teacher.

“Hey Lorrie, I love your daring new outfit, but lose the bag,” a student named John called out.

‘I thought he was my friend,’ she thought sadly.

Lorrie was still holding the bookbag up in front of her breasts and vagina. As the class roared in laughter, Lorrie quickly slipped into the open desk. She was still holding the bag and since she was now seated, it successfully hid the fact from the front that she was completely naked; although her bare butt squirmed uncomfortably on the cold seat. The teacher now loomed in front of her.

“Please place your books where they belong, Lorrie,” he said, wearing a large smile.