It's All About Me Of Course

I am able to lag behind the class just enough to avoid showing my ass to any of the girls, though Mrs. Jones is right beside me so I don't dare to cover up even with girls looking back every few seconds. This class is one of the furthest from the auditorium, so I don't even have other classes coming in behind me. I am even able to get a seat at the back of the auditorium, right between Mrs. Jones and Shannon, a shy friend of my step-sisters who I've met a few times. I don't think she's too likely to try anything, especially with a teacher so close by.

"Welcome everyone we have a few announcements" Ms. Portwood addresses the crowd from the stage. "As many of you are already aware we have a new student today, {firstname} Miller. He will be our first male student in over 20 years so I wanted to make everyone aware of some updated guidelines with respect to our schools new semi-co-ed nature. First off lets talk about facilities. Bathrooms, locker-rooms and showers. As you all know all of those facilities are currently for women only. Since there is only one boy here, it isn't practical to dedicate special facilities just for him, so some of our facilities will become selectively co-ed. I'm sure not everyone will be comfortable sharing facilities with {firstname}, so he will have access only to certain facilities at certain times, but rest assured all facilities will remain open to all of our girls at all times. Here is the schedule. Copies are available in the front office."

She showed a schedule of which periods you were allowed to use certain bathrooms. I notice that while the girls always have the option of using facilities in privacy from me, they are allowed to use my facilities at all times.

"Onto sports. As you know each student is required to join one of our extra-curricular sports teams for both physical exercise and comradery. As all of our team complete in women's only leagues, coach Ginna has agreed to start a new co-ed aerobics club in the gym after school on Tuesdays and Thursdays that {firstname} will be required to attend, and that any of you may join, or observe from the bleachers. In addition to help with comradery {firstname} will be required to help out as 'team manager' for several of this existing teams. This will include managing equipment, helping with laundry, and any other special tasks the teams deem necessary."

I didn't know about the sports requirement, and I wasn't thrilled with the solution Ms. Portwood presented. Aerobics seemed like a particularly exposing activity in my current uniform, and I don't like the idea of bleachers full of girls watching my do it. I am also a bit worried about exactly what special tasks the girls teams might come up with for me.

"Next let's talk about safety. When we mix the genders some students might be concerned about harassment or inappropriate behavior. While we have no reason to believe that {firstname} would engage in anything like that we want to rest assured that inappropriate, comments, touching, or actions towards any of our girls is unacceptable and will be met with sever punishment."

I can't help but notice that provision seemed to only apply to my behavior towards the girls, not vice-versa.

"Finally, you should all be warned about {firstname}'s uniform situation. As you all know dressing out of uniform is strictly forbidden, and there was a delay in the shipment of our boy's uniform, so {firstname} will be in some somewhat unique attire for this first week, but we are trusting all of you to be professional and to not let it interfere with the learning environment. With that out of a way let's get {firstname} up here to give him a proper welcome"

The girls applaud a bit too to enthusiastically for my liking, and I shake my head vigorously, but Mrs. Jones ignores me and grabs my arm, pulling me upright and leading me towards the stage. I am still keeping my free hand glued to my side, afraid of reprisal from Mrs. Jones if I try to cover my ass, but I can feel the eyes of all of the girls we pass searing into the ample flesh of my bare backside as we make our way past row after row. I can feel the attention causing blood to flow into my member, and I am aware of the strain on the jock strap.

Finally we make it onto the stage and I am turned to face the entire student body. Seeing their faces and being able to trace their eyelines to my barely covered shaft is too much for me. My hands instinctively move to protect my groin from the prying eyes.

*Crack* I feel a sharp smack on my bottom. Mrs. Jones has somehow produced a ruler and used it on my unprotected ass.

"What did I tell you about playing with yourself?" Mrs. Jones shouts. "Hands at your sides, or there is more of that coming"

I am **** to uncover, and I can feel my body press against my flimsy covering. Ms. Portwood is talking, but I am not processing the words. Unable to help myself I scan the faces of the crowd and my eyes lock with Natasha in the front row.

Natasha locks eyes with George. Looking at him on stage she knows that Sarah and Jessica were telling the truth. He was a grower and a shower. It looks like his jock strap is barely hanging on at this point. It's now or never. blushing at what she is about to do she licks her lips then lifts her shirt and bra, uncovering her more than ample chest.

I can't believe what I'm looking at. For just a moment I forget about all hundreds of girls staring at my barely covered dick. All I can focus on is Natasha's glorious tits. One hand tweaks her rock-hard nipple while the other slides down the front of her skirt.

In an instant I'm brought back to awareness of my situation. Gasps and laughter fill the room. My jock strap is lying useless on the floor. I am fully erect. In a panic I cover up as best as I can.

"What are you doing?" shouts Ms. Portwood, just now noticing my situation.

"It looks like he tore this right off his body" says Ms. Jones picking my ruined jockstrap up of the stage. "What did I tell you about touching yourself?"

Three sharp cracks of the ruler convince me to drop my hands and face my humiliation.

"If you are so eager to show off for the girls, I guess I have **** but to let you continue your classes as you are until your new uniform arrives" Ms. Portwood announces clearly into the microphone. Cheers broke out from the audience. "But we will not tolerate any perversion. You are to keep your hands away from your privates at all times, do you understand me?"

I don't know how things escalated so quickly but all I can do is nod meekly.

"Ok. You are all dismissed. Make your way to your third period classes"

As I exit the stage I can't help but lock eyes with Natasha again. Her shirt is back in place and, though her cheeks are a bit red, she is wearing a smug smile.