An introduction to life at St. Anne’s

After literally banging her head against the door an adult man answer. Chelsea was now even more horrified at being naked in front of a man. No man had ever seen her nude before and this wasn’t some hot guy she was going to let get to second base after prom this was just an old dude. She tried to cross her legs to cover her pussy even if her handcuffed hands could do nothing to cover her breasts.

“I need...”

He didn’t even let her finish her sentence and walked back towards his desk at the front of the classroom. Chelsea waited a moment and realizing she had no real options walked in after him. The air conditioning made the tile so cold on her bare feet.

After crossing the divider and then the closet door she could see inside the room and to her horror there were about twenty young women her age all wearing clothes at least a top and skirt but they were all barefoot. Chelsea fell backwards as she tried to crouch down to cover herself. As she landed on the ground it stung her bottom. The whole class giggled and Chelsea tried to hold back tears.

“Nobody look! Just unlock my cuffs. I need clothes and a phone, I must go home!” She shouted and the girls ignored her taking in her naked body.

She looked back at the young women and they each sat at a desk with a number on them going in descending order from the first desk as you entered the class starting with a “1” to the last desk in the back of the classroom all the way to left being labeled with a “20.”

“Shouting in my classroom, interrupting a class that isn’t yours, making demands, and overall rudeness. That’s going to be 15.” Said the teacher.

The girls labeled from “1” to “15” all now had on sadistic grins as the last five girls looked mildly disappointed.

“Thank you, Mr. Simmons!” The 15 shouted with delight as they all stood up barefoot.

“I don’t care that this isn’t my class! I just need clothes and a phone! Stop looking at me! I’m going home!” Shouted Chelsea.

“Repeating poor behavior. Let’s make it 18.” Said Mr. Simmons matter-of-factly.

“Thank you, Mr Simmons!” Shouted three of the remaining five in unison.

The 15 girls all stood from their desks and ones skirt flipped a little revealing what seemed to be the bottom of a clean shaven pussy and Chelsea wondered what kind of weird school this was. 3 of the remaining five seated girls stood as well and made their way into what was now a line as they smiled with glee.

“Get the fuck away from me!” Screamed the naked Chelsea as the girls seemed to be purposely staring only at her tits and slit.

“Cursing. Let’s have two helpers.” Said Mr. Simmons who seemed hesitant to give any privilege to the last two who stood up with fresh smiles.

“Thank you, Mr. Simmons!” Shouted the last two.

The 20 girls all looked down at the naked Chelsea who felt like prey as the two last girls picked her up from the floor by grabbing under her handcuffed arms.

“Just let me go and I’ll find the right room.” Chelsea said with desperation.

“You’re in the room for now. It’s too late just know you deserve what’s about to come.” Said 19.

She turned to 20. “You’ve got to help me.”

“We are.” Said 19 and 20 simultaneously. They then turned her around and held her bent over the desk baring her ass and her shaven pussy to the whole classroom. Her breasts were mashed into the desk uncomfortably and she let out a whine as she tried to fidget. They held her arms tight and Chelsea squirmed trying to kick and scream as the girls grip was iron tight.

“Don’t look!” She screamed trying desperately to protect any modesty she had left.

“Stop fighting or this will get much worse.” Said 19 with the voice an older sister would give a younger trying to teach her a lesson.

Chelsea realized she couldn’t break free from this position and with 19 and 20 on either side of her holding an arm she started to tear up at the image in her mind of her perfect ass and clean shaven pussy on display. Her kicks were becoming less and less as she tears flowed down her face.

19 and 20 each took a barefoot and pushed out Chelsea’s feet spreading her wider and making her pussy much easier to see as well as her puckered asshole and it made it impossible for her to kick without leaving her wrenched shoulders feel like they were going to pop out of their sockets. Defeated she remained imobile.

Chelsea wasn’t sure what to do. She was terrified and words she had never said before came out.

“I’m sorry!” She said trying to spare her whatever would come next.

“Not yet...” Said 20 “... but you will be. This is for your own good.”

Chelsea just whimpered as she imagined the lewd view everyone had behind her as the 18 girls stood in a line going to the back of the classroom as Mr. Simmons took out a notebook he approached the back of the desk and looked down at Chelsea.

“Your Name for my records.”

Knowing she couldn’t do anything she simply whispered “Chelsea... Sinclaire.”

He wrote down her name and smiled.

“Welcome to St. Anne’s, Chelsea.”