Mildly Humiliating

After a long and embarrassing walk through campus, you finally make it to Ophelia’s office, but not without damage to your already fragile dignity. You can still feel the shame and humiliation from walking by hundreds of your peers in nothing but your birthday suit, a feeling that you fear will haunt you for the rest of your time here. Despite the fun you have with girls like Taylor, none of it was worth it being **** into nudity for everyone to see, and you hope to at least convince Ophelia that this was a huge mistake.

But before you can walk into Ophelia’s office, you see a receptionist nearby waving you down from the corner of your eye. You turn to her to see her ushering you over.

You approach the receptionist slowly, your back slouched and hands desperately covering your rock hard cock from her gaze. You can feel her eyes look you over with mild intrigue and amusement with the way she smirks at you before speaking.

“So you must be Heath… McCoy?” The receptionist asks.

“Y-Yeah… Why are you asking?” You reply. You feel tense, antsy as you stand there as this receptionist writes down your name. You’re worried that you might already be late as is, and now this receptionist you’ve never seen before is getting in the way!

“I’m sorry, Sir. All formal and planned meetings need to be recorded for timekeeping purposes, and it seems like this is your first time formally speaking with the Chancellor. I’ll just need you to write your signature here for me!” The receptionist says before sliding forward a timesheet.

Hesitantly, you take one hand away from your crotch to sign your name on the piece of paper, trying to wrap your mind around how you’ve never seen this receptionist woman before until now. Maybe you were so pre-occupied with your nudity and embarrassment her presence must’ve been blocked from your mind.

After quickly signing your signature you hear the sound of a camera flash! Immediately you’re blinded by a bright white light for a second before your vision returns to normal. You instinctively rub your eyes due to the blinding flash, exposing your erection to the receptionist.

“Alright, that’s your signature and photo done! If you’d like, I can give you a copy of the photo.” Says the receptionist.

“N-No thanks…” You reply. The last thing you’d want is a physical reminder of your nudity.

“I’ll page the Chancellor letting her know you’re here, Mr. McCoy!” She says to you.

Before you can truly think of what you want to say to Ophelia, the doors to her office begin to open, revealing the woman herself! She looks just as beautiful and elegant as she always does, but you also notice her dress shirt is so buttoned down you can practically see her entire chest! The only thing you can’t see is her nipples, but even then you notice the slight peaking of her areola on her left breast. You don’t know if this is intentional or if your chancellor is feeling hot under her uniform, but you have a feeling it’s most likely the former.

“Hello Mr. McCoy, I greatly appreciate your poignant arrival, and just on time too! Now please, come into my office, we have many things to discuss…” Ophelia smiles before turning around, her rear swaying side to side as she walks back into her office.

You cautiously follow, trying your best to keep your gaze respectful but your eyes keep gravitating towards Ophelia’s bountiful assets. You stop right at the doorway to see Ophelia already in her office chair, chest almost completely exposed, but her aura was still highly professional. You were getting mixed signals, which leaves you stunned.

That is, until the door behind you closes, slamming your ass like a wooden paddle! You fall forward, using your hands to brace your fall and to catch yourself. You were shocked by how strong that door was, and already your ass cheeks sting!

“Sorry about that, the doors are quite heavy,” Ophelia smirks.

You try to recompose yourself, standing up straight and covering your cock and balls before walking up to Ophelia’s desk. You see no chairs to sit in, so you awkwardly stand, completely naked in front of her. But as you wait for her to start the conversation, she remains silent, only looking across her desk at you with a disapproving glare.

“I’m sorry, Mr. McCoy, but are you forgetting something?”

“W-What?” You reply, confused as to what she is demanding you remember. You begin to think that maybe you were supposed to bring something, which would be pretty difficult for you since you lack pockets or a bag even.

“You remember rule 3, but not rule 2?” Ophelia raises an eyebrow at you.

You try to remember what the second rule was. Rule 1 was no masturbating in public, which seems to be more of a suggestion at this point, and rule 3 was the meeting, but rule 2 was…

Then suddenly you remember, and begin to plead with Ophelia.

“D-Do I have to? It’s just, so embarrassing…” You reply.

“Despite your special dress code, you must follow the same rules at your fellow students follow everyday. Stand up straight and arms to your sides, Now!” Ophelia says, her voice more stern and aggressive than before.

You hesitate, as your hands are your only saving grace when it comes to cover you got. Your cheeks glow redder and redder at the thought of fully exposing yourself to Ophelia, despite the fact you've done it so many times already the last two days. You look up, away from Ophelia’s massive chest and into her angry eyes. She’s pissed at you, and you know stalling isn’t going to get you anywhere.

So regrettably, you fully uncover your junk, letting your erect cock spring free. You look down at your fully exposed nude body and blush. You feel so **** standing there with nothing on, right in front of the chancellor like it was nothing. You look back at Ophelia who’s sporting a smirk on her face.

“Good boy.” Her voice changes from stern and authoritative to sultry and cheeky. The way she says such a simple acknowledgment of praise makes your core warm up a bit, and embarrassingly enough causes the tip of your dick to twitch in arousal. You hope she doesn’t notice but based on the look she’s giving you, she 100 percent did.

“Alright, now let us discuss how your first two days here have been, shall we?” Ophelia waits for your confirmation, but as you are so stunned in embarrassment, all you can muster is a half hearted nod.

“To start off, how are your classes treating you? This week should’ve been quite easy given we’re only a couple of weeks into the first semester. Are you okay with the classes I’ve picked out for you?” Ophelia says, transitioning back to her formal, professional self. It was as if she had a switch in her brain that turned her professionalism off and on.

Once again, too stunned in shame and humiliation, all you do to reply is shake your head and mumble a barely audible answer. You can’t for the life of you look Ophelia in the eyes as your gaze bounces between the floor beneath you and her breasts.

“You’re allowed to respond you know? I swear I don’t bite…” Ophelia says with a soft smile, her tone a tad bit softer than usual.

You think to yourself, how could you possibly hold a conversation like this?! Your standing still, your erect penis and ball sack on full display to a gorgeous, if albeit strange, milf you’ve just met not two days prior, and she wants you to speak to her like everything is just, fine?

“S-Sorry, it’s just…”

“Embarrassing?” Ophelia finishes, catching you off guard.

“I get it, but it’s just you and me, no one else can see you right now. Besides, this isn’t even the first time I’ve seen you naked today. So just, relax, and focus on me, okay Mr. McCoy?”

Everything she said is true, to a certain extent, but the situation is just so obscene no rational person would be calm enough to hold a decent conversation. Despite that though, you try to take her advice to heart and focus on Ophelia, and not your nudity. You wonder if her shirt being so unbuttoned was to actually distract you from you being naked?

“Yeah, the classes are alright. I-I’m a little confused in my statistics class, but a friend of mine said she’ll help…” You manage to reply through your crimson blush.

“Great to hear! And I’m glad you’ve already befriended a student here, I’m sure she’s lucky to have you as a friend.” She winks in her playful tone before looking down at your throbbing cock for a split second.

“Alright, next we need to talk about the whole window situation that occurred his morning. Now despite the fact that you were outside campus during school hours, pleasuring yourself against the window, my biggest concern is that you made quite the mess of that window with your sweat and semen.”

The painful, embarrassing memories flood back to you of this morning, being tricked by Claire, being locked outside of campus, and getting caught rubbing your cock against the window to your statistics class, in front of Ms. Graves no less. Everyone in that room must’ve thought you were a massive pervert in that moment, and honestly you couldn’t blame them.

“I’m sorry for that… But I swear I didn’t do all that on purpose!” You say, pleading what little innocence you had in that moment.

“I understand, and like I said before, this was your first warning, but even first warnings can’t go unnoticed. So, as punishment, I request that you help our groundskeeper clean up said window plus all of the other windows outside of campus tomorrow, since you won’t have any classes that day anyways.”

“Great, I gotta do janitor work… but I guess it could’ve been worse…”

“I’ve notified the groundskeeper to wait for you to arrive at the front gate when you’re ready, but I’d hope you wake up early in the morning to begin work.”

“Yes Ma’am…” you sheepishly reply.

Even on your supposed “day off” you have to do work around campus, and most likely while naked given this place. But you honestly could have been punished much harsher for not pleasuring yourself outside your classroom window, so you’ll take any win you’ll get.

“Now, do you have any questions? Suggestions?” Ophelia asks.

Now is your chance to try to speak some common sense into her, and maybe she’ll drop the whole **** nudity you’ve been stricken with these past two days.

“Yeah, erm… I don’t think me being naked is working out too well…” You reply. Even mentioning your own nudity makes you blush, as you look down to see your erect cock once again.

“What do you mean?” Ophelia asks.

“I-I mean, it’s just… I feel so embarrassed all the time being, well, nude and all…”

“I understand that, trust me I do, but it’s the only way we can accommodate you into a women’s only school, Mr. McCoy.”

Your blush begins to grow even darker, engulfing your entire face with embarrassment.

“Is there no other way? I just want to wear clothes! Regular, uniform, hell, I’ll wear a skirt if I have to if it means I don’t have to be naked all the time…”

“Like I said, Mr. McCoy, not only would it be unfair to the other students for you to wear regular clothing, but the female uniform was not made for men like yourself. Besides, the decision has already been made regarding your dress code.”

“B-But, I don’t want to be naked! Everyone here keeps… touching my cock and… slapping my ass…” You reply, ashamed by the words coming out your mouth.

Ophelia is taken aback a bit after what you’ve said, as if you’ve maybe have finally talked some sense into this woman.

“If that’s the case, then I’m incredibly sorry that you have to deal with such unwanted touching. Unfortunately, you must remain nude for the remainder of your time here, but I’ll see into reducing these gropings.”

“No, but…”

“Oh, and look at the time! It seems our meeting has gone way past schedule. I actually need to talk to someone else soon.” Ophelia interrupts you mid plea.

“But Ma’am, please I don’t…”

“Sorry Mr. McCoy,” Ophelia says as she gets used from your desk. “but my schedule is quite busy this afternoon, so our discussion will have to continue Monday morning! If you have any other problems, please report to the receptionist.”

Ophelia then takes your shoulder, squeezing it tight before escorting you out of her office. You try to resist, but her grip and aura of authority prevents you from fighting back too hard.

“Have a great rest of your afternoon, Mr. McCoy!” Ophelia says before the door shuts in front of you.

You stand there, alone, confused, and with your hands covering your junk once more feeling helpless to change your clothing situation. It seems your chancellor is dead set on keeping you in the buff for as long as she wants. But despite the embarrassment you’ve faced in her office, your cock is still rock hard, and drooling with pre-cum.

“God why does she have to be so sexy…” You say to yourself, as the image of her tits runs through your mind.