Did You Ever Have That Dream...?

Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no.

Not this nightmare. She hasn't had it since she was sixteen.

Except this time, it's no nightmare. She tried not to let out a scream as she squeezed her eyes shut, squeezed her legs together like an abashed schoolgirls, and tried to squeeze herself out of terrible visibility.

But it wasn't working.

Please don't let him be here. Don't let him see.

As if her very deepest fears had summoned him there, she felt a relaxed hand land on her woefully bare shoulder. Which meant its owner (and anyone further behind) could see her perky ass! "What's with the birthday suit, G?" Behind her stood a handsome, statuesque jock type, but he had a soft face and green, piercing eyes. His hair was well kempt, and he wore a jersey and jeans. Unlike her completely bare form laid out before the whole class. She felt the tile beneath her bare feet, the air conditioning on her back and bottom, as well as eyes boring into every part of her anatomy. She realized then that her perfect, round breasts were exposed as well, although the friction of her thighs told her one thing was hidden, in the basest way it could be. "AHEM!" She heard the smack of a ruler against a bony hand. "Miss Gwendolyn! Would you mind telling me, what, you think you are doing?"

Oh god. Could she just melt like the witch in Wizard of Oz?

"Um, hi, Julian," she mumbled, stupidly, doubtless to the amusement of the mean girls up front. "I mean. My, um, clothes. I'm naked. In homeroom. Oops."

She doesn't look at her classmates. Feeling their eyes on her skin is enough humiliation for a lifetime.

The teacher's voice, though, and the snap of that damn ruler, makes her wince. "Mrs. Cadberry, I um. I must have had a wardrobe malfunction."

What an airhead she must sound like! She thought she'd finally left this place behind at graduation.

A shrill huff. "Oh, but of course, Miss Gwendolyn! I'll believe that when pigs fly. Or when nude young hussies prance around my classroom, apparently!" Julian chuckled a little. "Oh no, G. I think she's going to blow a gasket. Really, why did you get naked?" A chorus of students joined in. "Why did you get naked, G?" "Why did you get naked?" "Why-" And then she felt another hand grab her wrist, bony and vice-like. "Up here, now! If you're going to make a display, I'm using you as an example!"

She opened her eyes. This was not happening. She was a witch, not a schoolgirl!

"Get off me, you...you crusted over bitch!" She yanked her hand away from her least favorite teacher and clapped it across herself, raising her eyes defiantly. "I didn't ask for this!"

"Neither did I. Or your poor classmates, girl!" There was a murmur across the room that didn't sound like agreement. It sounded more like amusement. Everyone was watching the bare naked girl and her classroom plight. "I suppose we'll just have to do it right here. On the desk, Gwendolyn." She felt herself lifted, and other students were all to eager to help. Her feet left the ground, and she felt her knees land on the smooth desktop.

She struggled, but it was no use. Her cheeks were on fire, almost the same shade of red as her hair, as hands wandered and dared to touch her. "Get your hands off of me!"

But it was no use.

She found herself making pleading, begging eye contact with her classmates. With the mean girls that had inspired her to become a witch in the first place. With Sam, the nerdy guy who she never really acknowledged had a crush on her. At Julian.

Wouldn't anybody help her?

All the while, that pale ass hovered over the desk, awaiting.

She still felt the hands all over her bare body- fingers probing, roaming, casually stroking her skin. From the ones that teased lower, to her belly and breasts- to the hands roaming her pale bottom, grabbing handfuls of cheek- to the hands inexplicably roaming her shoulders, arms- and some rather feisty hands tickling and probing at her bare feet and toes which she desperately tried to kick away- and lastly, those that dared to approach or even graze her most secret spot.

"Serves you right! Say it, Missy! You came to class naked! Say it! What does that make you?!" Suddenly, the hands grabbing and groping her luscious ass relented, but not before a stroke of the ruler snapped through the air and landed on her perfect rear end, shocking Gwen.

Gwen yelped. An actual yelp, like a surprised bitch might make. Her knees would have buckled if they weren't already bent.

One hand flew forwards from its precious duty of covering her womanhood, steadying her on the desk. The observant could make out the ginger triangle covering her lips for a moment as she clapped another hand over her ass, fingers tracing the red line of impact left by her teacher's ruler.

"You...you..." she was being spanked! This couldn't be happening!

Especially with how it was making her feel. She prayed nobody noticed the way she flushed, the heat between her legs flaring again quite without her permission.

She's had dreams about spanking, before, but this...this was unreal.

And a part of her was loving it, and she hated that.

The ruler came down again, this time swatting her fingers right out of the way. Then there was a sharp rapport following on it, alternating her smooth buttocks. Some of the classmates were whooping. The professor did nothing to stop that. "This should show you to come to class in such a state! Or maybe....perhaps I should have a word with the principal! Maybe you'll learn if this is to be your new uniform, Miss Gwendolyn!" A cackle. "Why, I don't see why you shouldn't spend the rest of your classes like this, if you are so keen to share it with the world?"

There was a roar of approval. "Hell yes! Gwen's the school nudist now!" "Tits and ass for days!" "Look at her jiggle!" "Fucking hot!"

Gwen could almost touch the surreal of the situation, as if it was a tangible nightmare....she didn't know what that meant. Had she somehow walked into....some devilish underworld? Or something else? She didn't think she was in school anymore, definitely not one like this. But the moment was so embarrassing, so all encompassing...

And so damn hot. Dammit!

She let out a whimper. "I...I got naked at school."

She said it. She admitted it.

"I'm a... a..."

Another swat. "Out with it, miss! You're holding up my classroom!" She felt a stinging now on her poor behind.

Meanwhile the hands returned, groping anything that was not being swatted at.

"Hussy!"

Did she say it? She knew too late she had, she had said it. The hands against her rump and tits and everywhere had coaxed it out of her.

"I'm a hussy," she whined, her legs spreading shamefully, gapingly wide.

And then, almost disappointingly, the hands receded. Now she felt only cool air conditioning over her bare body. And the sting on her rear end. "Glad to hear it, Miss Gwendolyn. Now, be a good girl and take your seat. Class needs to begin." The sound of shuffling and seats being moved. Books being taken out. Notes straightened. "Now, Gwendolyn. Don't make me ask again."

She scampers to her desk with her eyes pointed at the ground, her hands half-heartedly covering her charms.

A hussy. And the whole class heard her say it.

The seat stings against her bare ass.

Everyone watched the cute birthday-suited girl jump down to her bare feet and shuffle to the desk, sitting down and wincing as her naked cheeks touched the plastic seating. She tried her best to cover her breasts and between her legs, but she was overwhelmed and exhausted, a flustered mess. Gwen couldn't believe this was somehow actually happening. The teacher moved to the board. "Now that that little interruption is concluded, let's take a look at the lesson plan, shall we?" She pulled down a screen and turned on the projector, and Gwen had to hold back a scream at what was on the slide.

She was thirteen when she started writing the stories. That’s all they were. Stories. About the things on her mind.

Like how it would feel to be naked in school.

And occasionally, they got a little...spicier, than that. Gwen didn’t have a boyfriend until she was seventeen.

She had never showed anybody her stories before.

So why were they on the slide?

The projector was literally displaying her secret stories- a personal diary for the public. While everything else was on display as well, while the naked girl sat at her desk, bare bottom squirming, toes flexing on her hanging bare foot, breasts threatening to break free of her arm and her toned tummy trembling with her tense breathing. "As you can see here, Gwen is known to be a naughty girl. Can anyone tell me why?" She looked out as hands began to raise.

She didn’t understand how she could want so badly to look at her feet, but be unable to tear her gaze away from the screen.

Gwen knew deep inside that whether she looked at the projector or her complete bareness, it would be equally embarrassing. But something was indeed keeping her eyes on the slides, as it turned from one embarrassing entry to another. The teacher called on....Julian!

Julian smiled, and answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Because Gwen is so horny that she can't always think straight. Look at her coming in to school naked today, for example." The teacher smiled and looked straight into Gwen's eyes. "Yes. That's why she's our new naughty nudist student. She'll be like this every day. Or else."

Gwen shook her head. "That's...that's not true! I wrote them because..." She couldn't think of a good answer. "I just liked the idea," she finished lamely. "That's all."

She got to her feet, somewhat unsteadily, using all her willpower to keep her hands at her sides instead of using them to cover her goods.

"I'm leaving, and you can't stop me." This was unlike anything she'd ever dealt with before, but she wasn't going to take it lying down. She bit her lip and met the wave of embarrassment head on, powering through it.

And that was it. A grimace from the many avatars of her humiliating illusion and she felt her bare feet land again on soft turf and dirt. And she was in the dark again, as if a moment hadn't passed. Rubonis chuckled somewhere unseen in a gravelly tone. "So now you see what I am capable of. It's but a taste, girl."

She bit her lip to keep from responding and antagonizing the spirit further. It was clear he had the better of her, and knew just what buttons to press. And they were infuriating buttons - buttons she barely admitted existed to herself.

And yet here she was, butt-ass naked as she ran to her cabin.

She kept reliving the phantom humiliation, the absurd mortification of being spanked in her high school class. It made the all-too-real exposure she had endured before the other campers sting all the harder.

No matter. She had known what she was getting into, and there was a reason she had chosen this spirit.

Now she just needed to direct his energies against the other bitches in her cabin. Then everybody would forget about the streaking redhead on the first night of camp.

She hoped.