Two students discover a teacher had modelled nude, and
force her to strip for them.
"Right, that's enough, John, go and shower and don't let me have you back here again," Mrs Tyson called across the gym. John collapsed on the floor as he did the last of 30 press ups and looked up at Mrs Tyson as she leant nonchalantly on the wall.
"Get a move on or you'll be late for your next lesson," she told him and the sweat drenched 16 year old watched as she walked out of the gym.
"O those tits," he thought as he watched his English teacher depart, "I'd love to see them uncovered." He then realized what the time was and rushed off to the shower.
Whilst John was in the gym his best friend, Michael Dakers was hidden away in a store cupboard thumbing through the pages of a rather old girlie magazine he had acquired. He wasn't too impressed, it was very battered and to make matters worse all the words were in German. He was idly thumbing through the pages and was about to put it back in his bag when he suddenly stopped and went back a few pages. He stared intently at the page for about a minute before hurriedly stuffing the mag in his bag and rushing out of the store.
John was just finishing getting dressed when Michael crashed through the changing room door.
"Look what I've got!" he shouted as he pulled the mag from his bag.
"Big deal, a porn mag," John replied still short of breath from his exertions. "That bitch nearly killed me in there and you bring me a porn mag."
"But look!" Mike cried and thrust the appropriate page under his nose.
"Bloody hell," gasped John and then looked even closer just to check his eyes weren't deceiving him. He couldn't believe that he was looking at a set of photographs of Mrs Tyson, his English teacher, completely naked and displaying those breasts he lusted after. It was a younger Mrs Tyson but definitely her. Then his mind began to race, they could work this to their advantage and he could get some revenge for all the times he had endured hell in the gym. As the two lads made their way to the next lesson they began to formulate a plan, by the time they went home they had it all worked out.
Three days later Mike and John sat at the back of Mrs Tyson's English lesson and whispered and giggled continually. Mrs Tyson was wearing her usual tight jumper that displayed her assets admirably and she also had on one of her short skirts that stopped several inches above her knee, it was no wonder most of the boys in the school lusted after her. As expected Mrs Tyson told them to stay behind at he end of the lesson and when the time came she gave them a stern lecture before telling them to report to the gym at lunch time. The boys acted glumly but inside they were delighted, it was just what they wanted, the plan was working.
Lunchtime came and the two boys stood outside the gym awaiting Mrs Tyson's arrival. They were part nervous and part excited as they stood there, but did their best to conceal their emotions. There was always the chance their plan would backfire, but if it worked then they were in for the biggest treat of their lives. Mrs Tyson duly arrived and unlocked the door and they all went into the entrance hall.
"Get changed and meet me in the gym in two minutes," she ordered sternly and turned to enter the gym herself. She, however, stopped in her tracks and spun round as Mike said, "NO!"
"How dare you, you insolent boy, do as you are told," a very annoyed Mrs Tyson replied.
"Not today we won't," John joined in. "Its your turn to take orders from us." And with that he produced the magazine from behind his back. Mrs Tyson who was about to deliver an angry tirade at the two lads stopped dead with her mouth wide open and just stared. She recognized the magazine straight away, she had posed for those pictures whilst in Germany some years ago, she was a student short of money at the time, she couldn't believe that a copy was now in the possession of two of her pupils.
Groaning inwardly she said, "What do you want, money or something?"
"Oh no, nothing so sordid," John responded. "We just want revenge for all the hassle you've caused us."
"I'm sorry," Mrs Tyson replied as she tried maintain an outward appearance of being in control. "I will not be dictated to by two sixteen year old boys."
"Alright," John continued, "I'm sure the headmaster would love to see this," and waved the mag at her. Her mask of composure cracked as she tried desperately to snatch it but John was too quick and before she could make a second attempt he turned on his heel and went out of the building.
"Where's he going?" the teacher asked extremely nervous.
"Just to hide the evidence," Mike told her. "If you do as you are told I'm sure the head need never see it."
"OK," Mrs Tyson said hastily, "I'll give you a good report or something in return for the magazine." She knew if the head got the mag she would be dismissed.
"No, we're not interested in that," Mike informed her. "We've come up with a few things we'd like you to do for us. If they are done to our satisfaction then the magazine will be given to you."
"Exactly what do I have to do?" she asked.
"Well, to start with, one of your favourites, hard physical exercise." Mike told her. Mrs Tyson gulped, she loved to watch half naked boys sweat themselves to death under her direction, but for them to watch her was a different matter. She stood in silence for about a minute but realized that she was going to have to do whatever these lads wanted.
"OK, I'll do what you want," she finally agreed.
John returned at this point and the three of them went into the gym.
As soon as they were through the door Mike started to give orders. "Right, come on," said Mike. "Forty press ups to start with, get to it." Mrs Tyson got down on the floor but before she could start John interrupted.
"Wait," he asked her "Aren't you a bit overdressed for this sort of thing?" Mrs Tyson looked up at the lads with a very worried expression.
"Yes, that's a good point" Mike agreed, "you wouldn't want to get your clothes all sweaty."
"I don't mind," Mrs Tyson glared at them.
"No, come on, down to your bra and knickers, you need freedom to move."
Mrs Tyson saw no point in protesting and sullenly stripped until she stood there rather red faced, in just white bra and panties. Unfortunately for her she had chosen to wear a fairly revealing set of underwear, her breasts looked as though they were on the point of bursting out and her pubic hair showed on either side of the crotch of her panties but there was nothing she could do about it.
"Right forty press ups GO!" Mike shouted at her as John locked the gym door.
Mrs Tyson managed 15 before she collapsed.
"Come on" the boys shouted, "another 25."
She struggled on her lungs gasping for air, the boys gloating as they watched their English teacher, clad in only her underwear, slowly compete the required number. As soon as she had finished John ordered, "On your feet!"
Mrs Tyson struggled to her feet, the blood pounding in her ears, and was promptly told to turn round by Mike. As soon as she had done so he went up behind her and deftly undid her bra catch. Mrs Tyson emitted a small cry and clutched her hands over her breasts to stop the bra falling off completely.
"What do you think you are doing?" she asked trying to sound indignant , which was really quite difficult when she was barely dressed
"Right start running round the gym" John told her, choosing not to answer her question. Mrs Tyson did so still clutching her bra to her breasts. She protested to the boys for the first two laps but after that she needed all her breath to keep running. Five laps later John decided to humiliate his teacher even more.
"I don't want to see you touch that bra again, if it falls off you leave it, now take your hands away."
"Please" a desperate Mrs Tyson begged, the last thing on earth she wanted to do was expose her breasts to these two. But she knew she had no choice when John reminded her of the consequences of defying them. She took her arms away and vainly tried to keep her chest covered by not moving her arms. But due to the size of her breasts and the way they moved as she jogged it was only a lap and a half before it slid down her arms. She let it fall on the floor and carried on her face bright red with embarrassment, the sweat by now pouring off her.
Two laps later she was ordered to put her hands on her head and felt her face burn with shame as she jogged round her breasts on full view, swinging wildly in front of her. Mike and John felt on top of the world, as they lent against the gym wall and watched their teacher running round clad only in a pair of panties and the sight of her bouncing breasts, well it was a dream come true.
The irony of it all was not lost on John, a few days earlier it had been Mrs Tyson leaning against the gym wall and him running round now the roles were reversed. Eventually they had her stop and made her run on the spot and do a few sit ups for them along with a host of other exercises all of which had the effect of making her breasts bounce in all directions. When they called a halt Mrs Tyson was utterly exhausted and didn't even try to cover her breasts. She just stood in front of them hands on hips gasping for air.
"Report here same time tomorrow," Mike told her and with that the lads unlocked the door and departed. Mrs Tyson hastily got dressed, nipped into the toilets in an attempt to smarten up her dishevelled appearance and then hurried to her next lesson. She knew she must have smelt sweaty and was careful not to stand too close to anyone for the rest of that day.
The next day Mrs Tyson went to the gym at lunch time as instructed, this time, however, she had taken the precaution of wearing a more substantial set of underwear. When Mike and John arrived they got her to unlock the swimming pool instead of the gym and took her inside. When she questioned them about what was happening she was told to "wait and see". The swimming pool was next door to the gym and the only windows were in the roof meaning that there was no chance of being seen. Once again they took the precaution of locking the door behind them.
"Right go and put your swimsuit on, Miss," John mockingly said to her.
"But I haven't brought one," Mrs Tyson replied with a worried look on her face.
"What no costume, what are we going to do, John?" Mike asked
John pretended to think about it for a moment before saying, "She'll have to indulge in a spot of skinny dipping won't she?"
"I'll do no such thing." Mrs Tyson retorted, "I've done all I'm going to do for you."
"OK fine" Mike said simply" We'll just go and see the head."
"Alright. I'll do it," Mrs Tyson said hastily as she kicked off her shoes and undid her skirt. She was careful not to drop it on the wet swimming pool floor and put it on the bottom of the diving board steps. She then pulled her jumper over her head to reveal her bra. At this point she stopped and turned to the boys.
"I could swim in just my bra and knickers" she asked hopefully. It was Mike's turn to pretend to think about it as a very apprehensive English teacher stood in front of him.
"No, its not really on is it," he eventually responded, "You can't spend the rest of the day in wet underwear, can you?"
Mrs Tyson pleaded with them for several minutes but it was to no avail.
"Get them off," Mike finally ordered tired of her pathetic attempts to retain something of her clothes
Slowly Mrs Tyson undid her bra and took it off, she then slid her knickers down her legs and stepped out of them. She stood there blushing furiously her hands trying to cover her nakedness as her two pupils looked her up and down. She remembered how she had once made a lad exercise naked in the gym, but in her wildest dreams she never envisaged the tables being turned. Mike's voice snapped her back to reality.
"20 lengths of the pool, off you go."
Mrs Tyson didn't need any encouragement, she quickly slipped into the water thinking that at least some of her nakedness would be covered and began to swim. She felt strange swimming without a costume and under different circumstances she thought she could have quite enjoyed it. Mrs Tyson was quite a competent swimmer and soon did the twenty lengths and having finished she pressed close to the side of the pool, she was conscious of the boys staring at her nakedness as she had been all the time she was swimming.
"Not bad," Mike said as he came to the side of the pool and stood over her. Mrs Tyson pressed even closer to the pool side. "now another ten lengths please, Miss."
"And do them backstroke" John added with a wicked glint in his eye. Mrs Tyson went bright red again but knew it was pointless to argue and set off. The whole of the front of her body was on display as she splashed up the pool, her breasts looked as though they had a life of their own, something that was not lost on the boys. Once she was finished Mike ordered her out of the pool and into a cold shower and they both laughed as she stood under the icy jets shivering. They finally let her out and allowed her to get dried and dressed. She was still shivering as they all left , the boys telling her that as tomorrow was Saturday she was to meet them in a local park. Mrs Tyson was too cold to argue, she just acknowledged the details by nodding.
At eight o'clock Mrs Tyson entered the park and went over to the statue and waited. Today she should get the magazine back and be out from the control of Mike and John. The trouble was she couldn't help thinking that the two boys would have something up their sleeves. She was jolted out of her thoughts by a cheery, "Morning Miss." The boys had arrived.
"Morning," she replied curtly.
"Come with us, please," Mike told her and began to lead the way across the park. They took her to a secluded part of the park in amongst the trees and well away from any paths. They stopped on John's orders and he turned to Mrs Tyson and said, "Strip."
"But you said you would give me the magazine" the teacher protested.
"We will in due course," John told her, "but first we have a little finale planned."
"This isn't fair," wailed Mrs Tyson
"No it isn't," Mike retorted, "but tough, now get those clothes off, we haven't got all day."
Mrs Tyson sniffed dejectedly and took off her coat.
"Here," Mike said holding out a black refuse sack "Put everything in here." Mrs Tyson took the sack from him and stuffed her handbag in. She then removed her shoes and put them in as well closely followed by her jumper which she had pulled over her head. She undid the button on the waistband of her jeans but then stopped and looked desperately at the boys.
"Please" she begged "Don't make me strip here, you've had plenty of fun at my expense, you..."
"Get those jeans off," Mike interrupted.
"But..."
"NOW!"
Mrs Tyson sobbed and slid them down her legs and off her feet, leaving her in only bra and pants. Again she stopped and looked at the boys, traces of tears forming in her eyes.
"Come on," Mike commanded irritated by her tardiness, "or you won't get the mag back."
At hearing this Mrs Tyson quickly unhooked her bra and put it in the bag, a few seconds later her knickers joined it. She looked around desperately to see if anybody else was nearby as she tried to cover her body from the lads gaze. She was deeply humiliated by being naked in front of them even though they had seen her body before.
"Can I have the magazine now?" she asked in a barely audible whisper.
"Why certainly, Mrs Tyson," Mike replied jovially. "Give it to her, John."
"But I haven't got it," responded John grinning. "I thought you had it."
"No, you're suppose to have it."
"You promised," wailed Mrs Tyson.
"Quite right," Mike agreed. " Don't worry, we'll go and get it for you."
"And we'll look after your clothes as well," John added laughing.
Mrs Tyson bolted for the bag of clothes but Mike snatched it up as both lads ran off.
"Wait here, we'll be back," Mike called over his shoulder to Mrs Tyson who had started to give chase but quickly found out she couldn't run barefoot very well. The pain in her feet soon stopped her and she watched in despair as the boys disappeared leaving her completely naked in the middle of the park. She was on the verge of panic, here she was a respectable school teacher stripped and left naked by two of her pupils, it was worse than a nightmare, but she managed to calm herself down and assessed her situation. She decided that there was little chance of being discovered, there were some bushes nearby that she could hide in and she was after all well off the beaten track. So she carefully hid herself amongst the thickest clump of bushes and settled down, as best as she could, to await the lads return. As she sat there naked she couldn't help but wonder if the boys would actually come back at all and despite the fact that she kept trying to banish such a notion from her mind it kept recurring. The thought was still going round in her head as she dozed off.
"Reggie!"
Mrs Tyson awoke with a start as the voice of a women called out again "Reggie, where are you?" She froze then realized it was somebody calling their dog and breathed a sigh of relief.
How the hell had she managed to fall asleep? she wondered to herself as she rapidly came to her senses.
Something cold touched the small of her back, her heart leapt to her throat and she involuntarily screamed before she could stop herself. She turned round to find herself staring into the face of a huge St Bernard dog.
"You stupid mutt," she hissed, "Piss off" and tried to push the enormous dog away. In response the dog just looked at her dolefully and then barked
"No please be quiet," the teacher found herself pleading with the dog.
"Reggie, what are you doing?" the voice asked, and the dog barked again.
"O Reggie, stop playing games." The voice was louder this time, Mrs Tyson tried desperately to shoo the dog away but she couldn't budge it. She could hear somebody approaching and in deep dread of being seen curled up as small as she could and closed her eyes. She stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity before she heard, "There you are Reggie, you naughty dog," and braced herself for the inevitable. But it never came instead the dog and its owner departed, she couldn't believe her luck, the dog must have wandered back to its owner just in time to save her being exposed. Slowly she relaxed, opened her eyes, and looked up, every nerve in her body was on edge and she was shaking with fear but she had got away with it. Still shaking she shuffled about and got herself as comfortable as she could and waited, a naked women waiting for her clothes to be returned by two 16 year old boys.
She sat there for what seemed like an eternity, she had no watch so she lost track of time, but at long last she heard somebody else approaching. She peeked round her bush and felt a certain amount of relief that it was the two lads, at the same time she began to worry as to what would happen next. Stiffly she crawled out from behind the bush to meet them.
Both lads laughed when they saw her.
"On a nature study, Miss?" John asked his naked teacher. Mrs Tyson didn't reply as she slowly stood up, once again conscious of her nakedness in their presence.
"Well," Mike started, "here's the magazine as promised," and threw it at her. She caught it and immediately started to tear it up attacking it with such ferocity that in the space of a couple of minutes she had reduced it to shreds. As she turned to face the boys she felt as if a great weight had been lifted off her but then she noticed the boys did not appear to be carrying the bag containing her clothes.
Suddenly rather concerned, she asked, "Can I have my clothes please?" The boys looked at each other.
"If it was down to me," Mike started, " I'd give you them but John here has decided he wants a bit more in the way of revenge."
"O come on, that's not fair," protested Mrs Tyson.
"I don't think you're in a position to argue" John reminded her. "But you do have a choice."
"What do you mean?" asked the teacher wearily.
"Simple," John continued. "We took the liberty of replacing one of the refuse sacks in the bin by the main entrance with the one containing your clothes."
Ms Tyson groaned.
"So you have two choices, you can abandon your clothes and go home like that", both boys sniggered at this point, "or you can retrieve them from the rubbish bin."
"But I'd have to run across there naked" a horrified Mrs Tyson pointed out to them.
"No you don',. I just told you," John replied, "You can go home as you are if you want, but I should point out that your keys are with your clothes as well."
Mrs Tyson begged and pleaded, she even fell on her knees in front of the boys hoping they would relent but all they did was laugh at her. They were enjoying every minute of it, making their teacher humiliate herself in this way was something that dreams are made of as far as they were concerned.
They grew tired of her whining and finally Mike said, "Right, that's it, we're going now, you can do what you want, although I should warn you that they empty the bins in about an hour so don't spend all day thinking about it." At that point the two boys turned on their heels and ran, Mrs Tyson, still on her knees watched in despair.
"What am I going to do?" she thought to herself, her mind reeling with the implications of the situation the lads had left her in. It did not take her very long to work out that her only realistic option was to retrieve her clothes from the bin. She lived miles from the park and even if she did succeed in getting home she would have had no keys. It was clear to her that the boys intended to make her streak across the park so with her mind made up she slowly made her way to the edge of the trees. When she got there she carefully peered around the trunk of a tree and sized up what she was going to have to do. She hoped against hope that there would be nobody in the park who would recognize her, with the exception of John and Michael that is, she just knew they would be there. Looking out from behind her tree she surmised that it would be about a 400 yard dash across the park to the bin which she could clearly see in the distance. Unfortunately the trees finished where she was and it would be a dash across grass lawns completely in the open and with no cover at all. The only good news was that there were very few people in the park although there were enough to ensure that she would be seen by at least some of them. She slipped back behind the tree and wracked her brains trying to come up with an alternative way out of her predicament. No ideas were forthcoming so she peeked round the tree again, said, "Here we go, my girl" out loud to herself, and then taking a deep breath, came out from her hiding place and started to run as fast as she could towards the bin that contained her clothes.
She ran as fast as she could, she made no attempt to cover herself as it would only slow her down. She was, however, deeply conscious of the way her breasts bounced around as she pounded across the grass and she found herself wishing to herself that she was flat chested at this moment in time. She kept her eyes firmly focused on the bin in the distance which was slowly getting bigger, but not quick enough for her liking, it still looked a long way away. She was breathing deeply as she sprinted past a oldish man out for a quiet walk in the park. A look of astonishment registered on his face as a naked women with large jiggling breasts tore past him. He turned as fast as he could and watched the rear view of Mrs Tyson head away from him and when she disappeared from his short sighted field of vision he slowly turned again and, quietly chortling to himself, resumed his walk. Mrs Tyson hardly noticed him as she passed by, her mind was still focused on the bin, nor did she really register the women pushing a pram that she overtook, or the young couple lying on the grass who she passed within feet of. The bin was definitely getting nearer she told herself, but at the same time she was rapidly tiring, she was gasping for breath and her legs were beginning to ache. She urged herself on, she knew there was no way she could stop now.
"It's only another hundred yards," she told herself out loud and with her lungs screaming and the blood pounding in her ears she tried to keep up her relentless pace. Past an old women, who waved her stick in disgust and then it was only 50 yards to go, but she was slowing, her legs were turning to jelly, but she pushed on, she knew she had to. 25 yards, she was nearly there, she was going to make it, relief flooded over her and she reached the bin, looking in she was overjoyed to see her clothes were actually there. Then she realized that she was still naked in the middle of a park and furthermore she was becoming the centre of attention. She looked round hastily, her breathing in short gasps and her legs still wobbly, and spied the toilets without further ado she made a run for them having grabbed the bag containing her clothes. She staggered inside and locked herself in a cubicle before getting dressed as fast as she could. Once clothed she left the toilet and the park as rapidly as she could without attracting any attention. Nobody challenged her.
"Perhaps they don't recognize me with my clothes on," she thought grimly to herself as she walked out of the gates. About two minutes later two boys walked out and went in the opposite direction, one of them was holding a video camera......