Ms. Webb

"Ms. Webb! I...I..."

The art teacher stood before you, her arms folded. She wore a serious expression, but with just the hint of a smirk on her lips.

"You...you...what?" she asks, unsympathetically. "Are you aware how inappropriate it is for you to walk around naked at school?"

"It's not my fault!" you protest. "I was-"

"Not your fault that it's against school rules?! You've got some nerve, young man, if you think-"

Your conversation was interrupted by the shrill of the bell.

"What's wrong, Sam?" Ms. Webb asks as you involuntarily whimper. "Suddenly scared about being seen naked? Well, maybe you should have thought of that before you ditched your clothes."

Was she being serious?! Did she really believe that you were deliberately streaking, that you actually ENJOYED this?!

"Please help me!" you beg, not caring how pathetic you sound.

She silently studies you for a few moments, taking in your shivering body as your bare skin glistened with water droplets from your shower, amused by how you shuffled from one bare foot to the other.

"As much as I think it would serve you right to face the consequences of your actions, I need some help with my next class, and you will be perfect for it. Interested? Or would you rather stay here, and let half the school see your birthday suit?"

"No!" you blurt out. "I'll come with you, I'll do anything!"

With your hands still clamped over your crotch, you hurry after the art teacher as she strides back down the chilly corridor. Even though you can't see her face, you somehow know that she is smirking at the slap of your wet feet, and your constant shivering.

"Bit cold there, Sam?" she asks, as she opens the door to her office. "Maybe try wearing clothes next time," she jokes, lightly tapping your buttocks as you scurry past. And just in time, too; Ms. Webb closed the door seconds before you hear the footfalls of your peers passing the office.

"Make yourself at home, Sam, and I'll go and see if I can find you something."

Following your eyeline, the art teacher casually scoops her coat off the back of her chair before you can make a grab for it.

"You'll have to stay naked for now, Sam," she chuckles. "But that's just how you like it, isn't it?"

She locks the door behind her, leaving you all alone. You sink into a chair, rest your elbows on the desk, and bury your face in your hands.

By the narrowest of margins, you'd avoided the worst fate imaginable. Despite her teasing, you just hope that Ms. Webb would return with a full set of clothes, and then you can start trying to get your stuff back.