Another Chance?

“Subject: Another Chance?

Another Chance. Not the same chance.

I’m sure you understand that things are different. You let me down. I told you once before that when you do that the stakes go up.

And you **** the cat out of the bag a bit with the picture that you **** me to send. We will need to deal with that after you have been contacted.

Meanwhile, the task is now not one class but one day. First lecture in the Physics hall is 8:30 tomorrow morning. I figure you will want to be there well before that. Leave the bra on the same seat that you sat in today. Panties too. Get to school early because you’re wearing them to school and taking them off in the room.

Oh. How will I know that you didn’t cheat and leave an extra set? You wouldn’t try to cheat would you?”

Julie read through the message a couple of times. She had not really figured to get away without some penalty. She realized that she had actually expected worse. Still, getting undressed in the lecture hall? She quickly composed a reply.

“I just got a call from the boy next door. Mark. But I guess you know that. How in the hell am I going to explain that picture to him!!

I won’t cheat tomorrow. I understand that you are punishing me. My parents can’t know. Please don’t mess things up for me at school.”

She read through it once and sent it. The reply was back within five minutes.

“Subject: Punishment?

Tomorrow is just raising the stakes a bit. But I’ll think about punishment for later. Thanks for the thought.

I do not want to see your life ruined. I do not want your parents to know or your school to be messed up. I will do my part to protect that. As long as you do your part.

I enjoyed having my hands on you before and I am looking forward to that again soon. If that is all right with you?”

“I’ll do my part,” she typed. Then, looking back at the last message she knew she had to say more. She could not bring herself to say ‘it’s all right’. “Let me know when.”

It was the hardest message she could imagine typing and a shiver went through her as she did. For the next ten minutes she waited by the computer for a reply. Finally, deciding nothing was coming, she settled in and tried to work her homework.

The following morning Julie found the lecture room empty. She looked around carefully to be sure no one was sitting in the large room and then placed her book bag on a nearby seat. She backed up against the wall as hidden from the door as possible and looked around again. It was the fastest that she had ever removed a blouse and bra. Only when she had the blouse back over her shoulders and began to re-button it did her anxiety begin to subside. Removing the panties was quicker and involved less exposure. She would not have thought in advance that the panties would be the easier half of the deal.

It was easily the most uncomfortable day Julie had ever spent. She knew she was jiggling. She carried a notebook in front of her between classes. She sat as inconspicuously as possible in class. She thought she saw a couple of guys looking at her funny. But truthfully she was bouncing back and forth between looking around to see who might be looking at her and looking down so that she would not see who might be looking at her.

She spent a good part of the day with her nipples brushing against her blouse with the expected effect. By the afternoon, in spite of the awkwardness of the day, Julie was finding a little personal satisfaction from pressing her notebook against her chest on the way to the next class.

Wearing no panties was completely different. There was little fear of anyone knowing, but the sensation was even more odd than being braless. She felt the skirt against her skin in a totally different way. Drafts that she was accustomed to on her legs now swept right on up her ass on one side and tickled her pussy on the other. There was not the same level of direct stimulation as with her nipples but there was another excitement. Someone she did not even know had gotten her out of her panties and kept her that way all day and each physical sensation was a reminder that there was undoubtedly more to come.

After class Julie rushed home and directly to her room. She was extremely relieved that the day was over with no major incidents. She pulled off her blouse and pulled on a sweatshirt and followed with her skirt and the sweats bottoms and then flopped down on her bed. She breathed another sigh of relief. With her adventure over she began to relive the day, the fear of undressing, the odd feelings of wind on her pussy, the self-consciousness of not wearing a bra, the stimulation of her nipples. Her hand went to her chest feeling her breasts through the sweatshirt. It felt good and soon her hand was running up under her shirt lightly squeezing and thumbing a nipple. Julie closed her eyes and pressed her head back into the pillow. All thoughts of the day disappeared as she focused on the good sensations. She snaked her other hand down into her pants and ran her hand over her pussy. She caressed lightly at first eventually focusing on the little nub between her legs. As she worked her legs splayed further open. The combination of stimulation from both hands soon had her arching her back and breathing heavily. She coaxed out a satisfying orgasm and curled up on the bed.

Julie woke after a short nap. She felt drowsy but relaxed. As she became more awake thoughts of the day flooded back. She took out her laptop and logged on. There had been no direction to check her mail today but unconsciously she was already slipping into a pattern.

A message was already there.

“Subject: Good Job

You did a good job today. You’ve earned a picture. Oh, that’s right. You’ve already gotten it.

How did it feel?”

She typed out a quick reply. “Embarrassing.”

A reply came back quickly.

“Subject: Next Up

Embarrassing. But you pulled it off. See what you can do?

Where are you with that neighbor boy? Did you get it all explained?

Second. Midnight tonight. Your backyard. On your hands and knees. Wear the blindfold.”