Alphabet of humiliation

"Hey David, you've gotta check this out," Anne rejoices with a mischievous glint in her emerald eyes. She's holding her phone out, the screen lighting up her freckled cheeks. You've known her and Larissa since freshman year, and the three of you have been close ever since, but it's always been complicated. Larissa, the golden girl with legs for days and a laugh that could charm the pants off anyone, has remained a mystery to you — until now.

You take the phone, your heart racing. There she is, your Larissa, naked as the day she was born in a Girls Gone Wild video. Her blonde hair is cascading down her back, her perky breasts are bouncing as she giggles with a group of equally bare women. The sight of her sends a thrill through your body, but you know you should be looking away. You feel your face heat up as you watch, but you can't tear your eyes off her. "How did you find this?" you ask, trying to keep your voice even.

Anne grins, her curly red hair framing her face like a fiery halo. "It's not what you think," she says, patting your arm. "I was just scrolling through some old videos and came across it. I had to show you." You can feel the tension in the room thicken as she leans in closer. "But you have to promise not to tell anyone, okay?"

Your heart races as you nod, unable to believe what you've just seen. "Yeah, sure," you murmur, your mind racing with thoughts of Larissa's bare skin and the thrill of knowing her secret. "It's just between us." You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. "Can you, uh, send it to me?"

Anne's grin widens, and she taps on her phone. "Already done," she says, her voice low and teasing. "It's in your inbox. Just don't forget our little deal." She winks, and you can't help but feel a mix of excitement and dread. You know this could be the key to finally getting close to Larissa, but the potential for humiliation is palpable.

The rest of the morning is a blur as you wait for the bell to ring for lunch break. Finally, the moment comes. You sneak into an empty bathroom stall, lock the door, and pull out your phone with trembling hands. You click play and watch as Larissa's naked form fills the screen. She's more beautiful than you ever imagined, her skin glowing in the neon lights of the party.

Her breasts are small and perfectly rounded, her pink nipples peaked with excitement. Her stomach is flat. You can see she's shaved completely, not a single strand to be found. Her legs are long and lean, and as she moves, you see her little round butt and catch a glimpse of her tight, pink asshole. You've never seen anything so erotic in your life.

You feel your cock stiffen in your pants, and you know you have to relieve yourself. You pull it out and start to stroke it as you watch her. You imagine it's you she's playing with, her delicate fingers wrapping around your shaft as she giggles into the camera. You moan quietly, not wanting anyone to hear you. The video is a bit grainy, but you can see the pleasure on her face as she plays with herself, her eyes closed, lost in the moment.

Just as you're about to reach climax, you hear the bathroom door creak open. Panic floods through you as you quickly tuck yourself away and flush the toilet. You exit the stall, trying to play it cool. It's just Liam from your biology class, washing his hands. He glances at you, but you manage to avoid eye contact as you head to the sink. Your heart is hammering in your chest, and your cheeks are flushed. You splash cold water on your face, trying to regain your composure.

"Hey, David," he says casually, drying his hands. "Good to see you! Mrs. Taylor is looking for some help with the afternoon class. She asked me to help set up, and I thought you might want to join?"

Your mind is still reeling from the video, but you nod, eager for the distraction. "Sure," you reply, trying to sound nonchalant. "What's the plan?"

You follow Liam through the empty hallways to the sports hall, your heart still racing from your secret rendezvous with Larissa's naked image. When you arrive, your biology teacher Mrs. Taylor is waiting, her long red hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her eyes are a piercing blue, and she's wearing her signature black-rimmed glasses. She's in her late 20s, fresh out of grad school with a master's in biology. You've had a bit of a crush on her since the first day of class.

"Thanks for helping out, guys," she says, her voice a mix of authority and sweetness that sends a shiver down your spine. "Today's lesson is going to be a bit...hands-on." She winks at you, and you can't help but feel a twinge of excitement — and dread. You've heard whispers of her unorthodox teaching methods, rumors that she likes to push the boundaries to keep her students engaged.

"Liam, David, can you grab the adjustable full-body bench from the storage room for me?" she asks, pointing to the door that leads to the room where the gym equipment is stowed away.

You follow Liam into the musky, dimly lit room. The bench is heavy, but with your combined strength, you manage to hoist it out and carry it back to the sports hall. "Alright, place it right here," Mrs. Taylor instructs, pointing to a spot under the wall bars. The bars are sturdy and high, perfect for gymnastics or pull-ups. You position the bench with care, making sure it's secure and won't wobble. The anticipation in the air is palpable.

"Great job, you two," Mrs. Taylor says, her eyes lingering on your face. You can't tell if she's just being friendly or if there's something more knowing in her gaze. "Now I need your help with something else. Can you grab one of the large, thickly padded floor mats for me?"

You nod and head back to the storage room with Liam. The mat is heavy and unwieldy, but with a trolley the two of you manage to get it to the sports hall. When you enter, Mrs. Taylor is already laying out two long, soft ropes on the floor. "Perfect," she says, clapping her hands together. "Now, place the mat on top of the ropes, but make sure the ropes are sticking out about one meter on each side."

You do as you're told, trying not to think too much about the implications. Your hands are sweaty as you position the mat, and you can't help but steal glances at the ropes, imagining what exactly she might have in store for you.

Mrs. Taylor, seemingly oblivious to your racing thoughts, steps out of her sandals and places them neatly beside the mat. She's wearing tight white shorts and a matching white blouse, the fabric hugging her body in all the right places.

With a grace that belies the task at hand, she lays down on the mat, her legs extending out and her arms stretched out above her head. The ropes lay neatly beside her. "Would these be long enough to tie me down, David?" she asks, her voice light and playful.

You swallow hard, trying to convince yourself that this is just part of the lesson. "Yeah, I guess so," you reply, your voice hoarse with the effort of sounding nonchalant. She smiles up at you, her teeth perfectly straight and white. You feel a bead of sweat trickle down your spine.

Mrs. Taylor sits up, her legs swinging over the edge of the mat. "Perfect," she says. "Now, I need you two to get the vaulting box from the storage room." You and Liam exchange confused glances but don't question her.

You manage to lift the heavy box with surprising ease, adrenaline coursing through your veins. As you return to the sports hall, you notice Larissa peeking around the corner, her eyes widening when she sees the set-up. She quickly darts away before you can say anything. You place the vaulting box beneath the mat, following Mrs. Taylor's instructions to line it up just so.