New Rule: Girls must shower in class

Satisfied with your encounter and ability to make girls cum on command, you turn back to thinking of ways to improve this fine, ethical school establishment.

You faintly remember a wet dream you had where a class was being taught in a girls locker room. Taking inspiration from this, you get to work.

Old Rule: All classrooms have one shower unit in plain view of the class, fully stocked with soaps, shampoo, and other necessities.

Looking up, you could see that the half of the wall behind the teacher had been converted into a locker room shower unit. To compensate, the whiteboard the teacher was writing on shrunk to make room for it.

No one paid this any mind. After all, it had always been there from their perspective.

You grin at the possibilities this opened. Before, you assumed the Rulebook just controlled behavior, but it could in fact be used to create... well.. anything. You could create infinite wealth, or perhaps you could change the world for the better. Or, you could just be a perv for now.

Setting the location to this classroom, you write down the following:

New Rule: Females students who get questions incorrect must take a shower in front of the class as punishment. They must be very thorough, and are not allowed to stop until the teacher has designated them clean enough.

Looking up, you notice an immediate change in the atmosphere. Before, there was a wide range of engagement from the girls in class, a fact that hadn't changed when you required them to flash their underwear. Some had been paying attention, while others were bored or distracted. But now, nearly every girl in the class was totally engaged, many taking extensive notes. This didn't seem to be from an interest in the subject however, but rather fear.

For instance, Jenny was rapidly recording every single thing the teacher said while a bead of sweat went down her brow. Occasionally her eyes would wander to the empty shower, before snapping back to her notes.

Mrs Stevens, having been writing on the whiteboard, turned to the class. "Let's start with what you remember from our last class. Can anyone tell me the relationship between Hrothgar and Beowulf?

No one raised their hands, every girl not wanting to put a target on their back. As for the boys, they either didn't know, or wanted an opportunity for one of the girls to have to strip.

Mrs Stevens sighs. Then, picking randomly, she looks at Penelope. The girls legs, which were propped wide open to show off her green underwear, were shaking nervously.

"Mrs Franklin, perhaps you could inform us?"

You start to get excited. Penelope never did the readings in these classes. She was bound to get it wrong.

Gulping Penelope answers. "Hrothgar was friends with Beowulf's father, and was the ruler of Danes. He elicits the help from Beowulf in the first part of the story. Though he's a relatively static character, he helps foster Beowulf's maturity throughout the narrative. Furthermore, they act as foils to one another, with Hrothgar having a more reflective attitude toward heroism than Beowulf."

You are stunned by this answer from the slacker Penelope. Though you have no idea what any of it meant, it sounded like a right answer. Mrs Stevens confirmed your suspicion by nodding in approval.

Over the next few minutes, other boys and girls were asked questions. While the guys answers were carried, the girls were always on point, as if they had practiced all of this.

It appeared that your female classmates were fighting back against your new rule. Unlike the panties roll call, there was a way in the rules for them to avoid the embaresment, so they were doubling down on getting around it.

You were somewhat impressed at their tenacity. However, your primal desires overshadowed any pride in them.

"Ok then, try this on for size" you say to yourself. You write down some rules scoped to this classroom, in order to make the outcome you want more likely.

New Rule: Teachers only call on students that are both female and especially sexy.

Old Rule: Teachers always ask girls far harder questions than guys, often beyond what would be expected for a class of this level. If it has been more than ten minutes since a girl has gotten something wrong, the question should be something far beyond what is no be expected for them to know.

Looking up, you see that some of the less attractive girls in the class relax a little, now that it was less likely to be called on.

Mrs Stevens approach the bombshell Heather Jenkins. From the angle you are sitting, you can see the black thong between her legs.

Mrs Stevens asks "Please construct a timelinefor the events narrated and alluded to in the poem, including every named character and their relationship to the overall family tree, including the Danish kings, the Swedish-Geatish wars, the life and **** of the hero Beowulf, the destruction of Heorot, and any other events which would be required for a PHD analysis of the story"

Heathers jaw drops. "I... I mean... I could start but... uh... could you repeat that?"

Mrs Stevens did not look amused. "Mrs Jenkins, I asked you a question. Do you know it or not?"

"I mean... I know parts of that, but... every named character? I mean... can't you ask someone else? I bet Wanda knows."

Wanda gives Heather a dirty look for trying to shift the blame on her. Meanwhile Mrs Stevens shakes her head. "No, I will not be calling on Wanda. You know the school policy. Her ass or boobs aren't nearly hot enough to be considered sexy, so we will not be asking her. You on the other hand, your tits would be enough but with the thong you more than qualify to be asked this question."

You do your best to contain your laughter as Heather blushes. "I... I'm sorry... I don't have an answer."

"I see. Well, you know what to do then. Please strip" the teacher sighs.

Heather turns as red as a tomato in embaresment. "Please! This is so unfair!"

Mrs Stevens looked annoyed. "You know full well the schools policies for this class. It's not my fault the school has marked you as sexy enough to call on, nor that they require you to wash away the shame of being incorrect. Everyone here knew about these new guidelines, and I expect you to follow them."

Staring daggers at the teacher, but knowing there was nothing she could do, she pulled her legs together, got to her feet, and (after a moments hesitation) lowered her skirt. Though you could see her thong somewhat before, it was now unobstructed enough to show just how tightly it squeezed to her ass.

A moment later, that was gone as well, as she lowered it to bare her pussy to the world. There was a sharp intake of breath from most of the guys int he room, while most of the girls were just happy it wasn't happening to them.

Your dick throbs harder when, after removing her boots, she takes off her top, revealing her bra had been just as fancy as her thong. They looked somewhat strained keeping her D cup in. In fact, it looked like they were actually suppressing their size. This was confirmed when she undid her bra, and her girls jiggled out of their bonds, free to share their DD cup size, along with her brown nipples, to the world.

Trying her best to cover herself, though leaving her ass exposed, she walks to the front of the class, and enters the shower. She looks one last time at the teacher, as if hoping the whole thing would be called off. Seeing that it wouldn't be, she turns the handle.

"EEP!" she shouted as the water hit her. "Mrs Stevens, the waters freezing!"

"Well there's nothing I can do about that. Recent budget cuts made it so we can't afford a heater in classroom showers." she responded, somewhat annoyed.

You have to bite your tongue to keep from bursting out laughing. The Rulebook had added such a twist all on its own.

Heather's nipples harden into what look like class cutters from the cold, as she reluctantly gets to work. She squirts a handful of shampoo into her hand. She uses it, drawing her fingers through her silky brown hair.

Mrs Stevens goes back to her lecture, apparently done asking questions for a bit (at least for ten minutes anyway). She ocasionally looks bad to Heather whenever she isn't washing herself enough. "Make sure to wash between the butt cheeks" she adds at one point.

You was transfixed, along with half the class, as the bombshells own teacher pressures her into smothering soap all over her body, jiggling her breasts as she has to wash every nook and cranny. How she grabs her ass cheeks and spreads them open and closed, jiggling them all the way, in order to let the water in. She eventually gets to the part she dreads most, and runs her fingers across her vagina to give it a good scrubbing.

Your pants are completely tented, and if you were required to spread your legs like the skirted girls, the whole class would see it. You consider if you should just let this continue unchanged, or throw in another twist.