Yes (Bad End)

Lizzie screamed out as her orgasm hit, not caring how loud she was as her pussy squirted in front of the entire cast and crew, and all their friends and family in the audience. Lizzie's life would never be the same afterwards.

She didnt even have time to catch her breath, as the director walked onto the stage and grabbed her by the arm, marching her off stage. The lights cut out and the curtains closed, finally ending the scene. Silence engulfed the room as no one knew how to react.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" The director scolded her.

Lizzie was still basking in the afterglow of her (very public) orgasm, and barely registered what was going on.

"Stacy! Stay with this slut while I try to salvage this show." The director shouted.

Lizzie was able to compose herself despite her juices coating her inner thighs and reeking of her sex. She watched as girl her age approached, recognizing her as the stage manager for the show.

"Sure, I'm make sure she doesnt go anywhere." Stacy grinned.

The director took to the stage and the lights came back on, she profusely apologized for the unexpected turn of events, and asked that they remain patient as the production will resume with the understudy taking Lizzie's place. The audience seemed to be fine with it, and the show resumed almost as if nothing odd even happened.

Meanwhile, the director and Stacy marched the still naked Lizzie into the changing rooms so she could get dressed. Lizzie blushed as she opened her locker to show all she had was a long coat.

"Put it on, and we're gonna have a chat with the principal about your future." The director explained.

Lizzie blushed as she donned the lone garment, and followed Stacy and the director to the principal's office. They entered and revealed the severe looking woman in her late 30s. She clearly did not look pleased to see them.

"I've already gotten calls from parents sitting in the auditorium saying that some whore got naked and touched herself in front of everyone. I'm gonna catch a ton of flack for this, and i have to make an example of you." The principal explained.

Lizzie turned pale. She hoped she wasnt getting expelled. Her parents would kill her, and her life would be ruined. Though, she was aware that was a likely outcome, but her need to orgasm had overridden that.

"You won't be expelled, but you must be punished. Swiftly and severely. I have contacted your parents about the matter, and I expect them to call me back so we can discuss this together.

The phone rang, and the principal answered it, putting it on speaker phone. Lizzie heard her parents yelling at her, and she knew she had screwed up. She almost wanted to change schools now that so many people had seen her naked, but that part of her tat enjoyed the attention began to take hold, and the tingle between her legs returned. Her heart beat faster as she recalled their faces, and wondered if the punishment would involve any more nudity.

"We have **** but to home school you, and have you meet weekly with a therapist to make sure these urges of yours are taken care of. We have talked to a child psychiatrist that has instructed us to keep you in a chastity device to keep you from touching yourself, for your own good. You will be able to see your friends, but you wont be able to go anywhere without either our supervision or one of their parents accompanying you."

Lizzie's face fell she had royally screwed up, and now she will never be able to have any naked adventures ever again, and worse: never be able to orgasm without asking for her parents' permission to do so.