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Jenny and the Clubhouse

 

 



Weeks had now passed, and Jenny was becoming as comfortable as possible with her role at Springwood. Today, however would be different as the night before Mr. Pemberthy informed Jenny that she was finally permitted to be completely dressed. Jenny figured it had to be as a result of the students’ scores on the last test which had skyrocketed when compared to those earned earlier in the semester. In any case, Jenny wasn’t about to argue the rationale.

 



Jenny’s glee caused discouragement amongst her twenty eager young students, (who again arrived promptly, a usual occurrence ever since she took over as their teacher), as they found her dressed in jeans, tennis shoes and an oversized sweater. She smiled as she witnessed their collective sigh.

 



“Now, now boys. You’ve had your fun. Can’t I be dressed for once?” contended Jenny. “Mr. Pemberthy has requested that the whole class meet him in the lobby this morning, although I can’t imagine why. It seems that I’ve left some materials in the faculty room, so once I’ve retrieved them we can be on our way…”

 



The boys were beginning to get restless as Jenny had been gone for almost 10 minutes. Many of them were comtemplating cutting class, especially since Jenny had a newfound clothing allowance! But as Jenny returned to class, every boy thanked his lucky stars that they stuck around for a few extra minutes. This was because she was dressed very differently now. The jeans, tennis shoes and sweater had been deposited in a large shopping bag which she carried in her left hand- the jeans now crumpled and peeking out from the top of the bag. They were replaced by a satin lavender–colored thong, as well as a sexy pair of white, three-inch, open-toed sandals. That was it! Jenny had voluntarily gone topless for the class!

 



The boys greeted her with a series of whistles and shouts, as they were even more excited than usual due to her willingness to dress this way for them.

 



“Do you like this outfit better? I thought you would, but don’t get used to it! I’m only doing it because of your last test scores. I’m very proud of you all!” explained Jenny. “Boys, please proceed to the lobby. Sammy, Daniel, I’d like you to stay behind for a moment so that I might have a word with you. We’ll join the rest of the class shortly.”

 



A giddy bunch quickly filed out as Sammy and Daniel remained, staring with mouths agape at Jenny’s heaving breasts.

 



“Since you boys scored highest on the last test, I wanted to reward you for all of your hard work. Go into my shopping bag over there and I’m sure you’ll find something of interest,” offered Jenny.

 



The two quickly rifled through her bag, finding what Jenny was referring to immediately. They peered back at her with puzzled looks on their faces.

 



“Ms. Richards, all we see here is this bundle of rope. You really want us to tie you up with it?” asked Daniel.

 



“No, I’m going to use it to tie the two of you! Of course it’s to tie me with, silly! Don’t you want to?”

 



“Hell, yeah!” the boys shouted in unison. “It’s just that we didn’t expect you to let us do it,” continued Sammy.

 



“Well, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m sort of used to it by now. As long as it’s just during class time, I guess it is alright,” answered Jenny, now clearly believing she was losing her mind. “Now let’s hurry up so that we don’t keep Mr. Pemberthy waiting.”

 



The boys nearly fainted, but were able to compose themselves enough to begin gathering the rope. Meanwhile, Jenny made some last minute adjustments to her thong and heels, (her only clothing) as well as her hair before her hands were immobilized for the day. Sammy and Daniel made sure to concentrate the knots much like Mr. Pemberthy did, tying Jenny’s arms behind her in several areas both above and below her elbows in addition to her wrists. This caused her hands and arms to once again disappear from sight when she was viewed from straight on. Her soft breasts swayed while her hair covered her eyes as she tested her bonds. She surmised that they were even tighter and more restrictive than ever before, and thus had terrible trouble balancing her body.

 



“Boys, you will make sure I don’t fall, won’t you?” pleaded Jenny, basically inviting the boys to place their hands on her. “You made the ropes so tight, I don’t think I’ll be able to travel to the lobby on my own, especially with these heels being so difficult to walk in.”

 



“Sure Ms. Richards!” exclaimed Danny, as he approached her from behind placing both hands on either side of her tiny waist, aiding her through the doorway and out into the hall.

 



Several minutes later Mr. Pemberthy looked like he had been electrocuted upon seeing Jenny bound and topless making her way to the front of the building. Mr. Pemberthy asked that Jenny step into his office for a moment, but not before Sammy loosened his grip on her left breast that he had cupped for dear life. Jenny politely asked him to let go, and Sammy obeyed.

 



“Jenny, you do know that I didn’t require you to be dressed like this today, right?” asked Mr. Pemberthy. “Today is their trip to Safety Town, and you’re their only chaperone!”

 



“The trip is today! Then I can’t be dressed like this! No one told me about the trip!” replied a frantic Jenny.

 



“Didn’t you notice the students all dressed in jeans and sneakers today?” answered Mr. Pemberthy.

 



“Not really. They rarely follow the school dress code! How was I to know?” said Jenny. “Mr. Pemberthy, you’ll have to untie me! I can’t go like this!”

 



“I’m sorry Jenny. You’ll have to work that out with the boys. I wasn’t involved in this one…” said Mr. Pemberthy as Sammy interrupted by poking his head in to alert them that the bus had arrived. “Oh, okay. Have a great time!”

 



As Jenny was escorted by Sammy and Daniel up the stairs and into the bus, she couldn’t help but realize her fate. Even when she voluntarily put herself in a position to be humiliated and embarrassed, there was always more to come. As if her predicament within the school wasn’t enough, now total strangers were going to see her this way.

 



Jenny took her seat in the fourth row between Sammy and Daniel, who rapidly became the envy of the rest of their classmates. To Jenny’s dismay, the bus was equipped with decrepit shocks, causing her to bounce uncontrollably with each pothole the bus encountered. Luckily for Jenny, the two made sure they held her in place by wrapping an arm around her waist while offering a second hand to strategically cover the breast nearest them.

 



As Jenny sat cross-legged, she studied Sammy and Daniel, and came to understand her role. She was the only woman among twenty hormone-crazed boys, which many women, (including Jenny at first), would view as a death sentence. Both boys were dressed in baggy cargo pants, sneakers and tee shirts, but Jenny only wore the barest of essentials. Her discomfort extended to her arms being horribly wrenched together behind her back, while the boys had complete use of their limbs as was currently demonstrated by four hands resting comfortably on her smooth, feminine, curvaceous body. For some reason, after all of Jenny’s past experiences, she was able to deal with it. Maybe it was because after all was said and done, the students listened to her and genuinely tried in school. Or maybe it was because her being in a near-naked state wasn’t one hundred percent gratuitous. She wasn’t entirely sure. She was, however, sure that she would continue to toil at Springwood Boys School if she could make a difference.

 



 



The End…

 



Jenny and the Clubhouse

 

 



Jenny stormed out of the apartment disgusted with the night’s events. She had attended Ashley’s party in the city to celebrate her spacious new condominium only to be butt of the party’s jokes. It came as no surprise to anyone familiar with their relationship that Ashley was the one responsible for fueling Jenny’s embarrassment. Ashley had done so by reciting some of Jenny’s famed unintentional nudity stories - which of course always ended up with Jenny nude and humiliated by a plethora of onlookers. The roars of laughter that ensued these tales were all too audible for Jenny; her eyes welled into tears and she had no alternative but to leave the party in an expeditious manner.

 



As Jenny’s train back into the suburbs approached her station, she had finally composed herself when a feeling of shock and horror came over her. The purse Jenny had rifled through to obtain her car keys WAS NOT HERS!!! She had mistakenly grabbed the wrong handbag in her haste to exit Ashley’s party! She was now without her keys, cell phone, wallet and other important accessories! Perhaps even more mind-boggling was that this bag contained only a compact, lipstick, what appeared to be a key to a locker, a change purse and a black, strapless bra! In addition, she was now more than an hour from home as she had taken the train directly into the city after work!

 



Jenny flipped the purse on the floor in front of her as she exited the train, but kept some of the change figuring she could call her husband to come pick her up at a pay phone. As the train’s doors slid closed, the hem of Jenny’s blue, floral print, ankle-length dress was lifted due to a stiff and unforgiving breeze - thus exposing her creamy legs which were encased in white, thigh-high, stay-up stockings with lace tops. If that wasn’t enough, her extremely brief white-lace thong panties became visible as well!

 



Deciding not to stick around and witness the further damage the wind could do, Jenny darted, (as best as her strappy, white 3 inch heels would allow), to a nearby pay phone. She quickly inserted two quarters into the phone and dialed John. After what felt like 10 minutes but was only time enough for three rings, John finally answered:

 



“Hello?”

 



“John, it’s me. I’m stranded at the Mellview train station. Please honey, I need you to come pick me up!”

 



“How did that happen? I thought you went to Ashley’s party?”

 



“Please, John, never mind that. I’ll tell you later. Can you come right away!?!”

 



“Sure, but you’re over an hour away. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

 



“Thanks honey!”

 



Jenny’s trepidation had now been somewhat quelled as she now only had to wait for John to rescue her. But as she strode out of the phone booth, another powerful breeze blew her dress to waist level. That and the creakiness of the awkward sliding doors of the booth combined to pin her dress behind her while all of Jenny’s weight had begun to shift forward. Matters were worsened when a protruding nail from the door ripped through her dress and caught the flimsy clasp of her white lace bra. What happened next was par for the course. Her entire dress as well as her bra was violently torn from her body, exposing her 36CC breasts and now erect nipples from the cool breeze, as well as her lacy stockings and tiny panties. Jenny realized immediately the bra was done for, but tried to reach back and salvage her semi-torn dress. All she was able to do, however, was rip it some more by dislodging it from the phone booth. Soon thereafter another wind stole the torn dress from her feminine hands and swept it into the street amongst other debris left behind by litterbugs. Too bad she didn’t keep the strapless bra from the discarded purse! Actually, too bad only for her!

 



Now resigned to her near naked fate, Jenny decided to flee the lights of the main thoroughfare and seek refuge in a nearby neighborhood until her husband arrived. Having walked a couple of blocks, and relishing the fact that there appeared to be no activity in the area, Jenny spotted a small clubhouse just behind some trees in a side yard. Figuring this would be the perfect place to hide for about an hour, she hobbled over as quickly as she could, with her arms no doubt folded over her perfect breasts.

 



Upon entering the clubhouse, she heard some sniggering and her heart began pounding once again. Just then a light went on, then another, and two boys of about 11-years old emerged from their sleeping bags. Ostensibly, they were having an uneventful camp out, only to be greeted by a gorgeous, topless, woman clad in only a pair of sexy stockings, thong panties and succulent high heels. Jenny let out a harsh scream, partially because she was startled, but mostly because she was now being ogled by two pre-pubescent boys.

 



“Quiet down, lady. You’re going to wake the whole town”, exclaimed the first boy.

 



“I’m so sorry to wake you boys. I lost my clothes and I’m waiting for my ride. I thought I could hide out in here,” answered Jenny, still trying to maintain some level of modesty.

 



“Yeah, Billy and I could see you’ve lost your clothes. You have monster breasts!” replied the second boy named Tommy.

 



“Um, er, thanks. Please, do you boys mind if I wait in here? It will only be for an hour or so,” asked a hesitant Jenny.

 



“Sure, you can wait in here,” said Tommy.

 



Turning towards each other, the boys rose from their sleeping bags in t-shirts and sweatpants, and began whispering something to one another.

Jenny again tried to cover up what was already seen by the boys.

 



“The only thing is, if you’re going to stay here, you have to follow our rule for all girls that come in here,” said Billy.

 



“And what rule is that,” asked a now shaking Jenny as she was beginning to become a bit frightened at the mention of a rule.

 



“All girls have to be tied-up,” answered a beaming Tommy.

 



“Well, I don’t know boys. I’m already naked, and you are only little boys. I just don’t feel right about this,” said Jenny.

 



“Okay, fine. You can wait outside in the street. Hopefully no one makes any noise to wake up every house on the block,” said a sly Billy, a mysterious grin enveloping his face.

 



“Why, you little brats. You wouldn’t!” said Jenny.

 



“Oh, believe me babe, we would! Now, just let us tie you up, and you can stay here for as long as you’d like. What’s so bad about that,” asked Billy.

 



“Well, I guess. But can I at least have some clothes to cover up? I’d feel at least a little more comfortable,” inquired Jenny.

 



“Sorry, we don’t have anything else here to wear. We’d have to go into the house, and that would surely wake my parents,” answered Tommy, blatantly staring at Jenny’s pert nipples. “And besides, you still have your panties on, so it’s no big deal.”

 



“Okay, let’s get this over with,” said a humiliated Jenny, feeling she had no other choice. She then extended her hands forward for the boys.

 



“No, put your hands behind your back,” said Billy, correcting Jenny’s intentional faux pas.

 



“I was afraid you’d say that,” answered a deflated Jenny, now complying with the boys’ request.

 



With that, Tommy produced a few coils of rope and began encircling Jenny’s wrists. Jenny had pleaded with the boys to not make the knots too tight, but that was surprisingly the exact opposite of what the boys had in mind.

 



“Boys, that’s very tight. Can you loosen the ropes a bit,” said an aching Jenny.

 



“Actually, we were going to start on your elbows if you don’t mind. Please stop interrupting us or we’ll be forced to gag you too,” said Tommy.

 



Tommy tossed a length of rope to Billy who proceeded to tie Jenny’s elbows together, resulting in another horrifying scream from Jenny. They boys used the final coil of rope to connect Jenny’s bound wrists with her elbows. Her arms were now welded together behind her back. The boys walked around Jenny admiring their handiwork, and whispering about how Jenny’s breasts hung unencumbered due to her arms now being tightly tied behind her.

 



Jenny continued to writhe under the ropes, but she was unsuccessful in even loosening them at all. Her only success, and much to the boy’s delight, was that her breasts bounced uncontrollably, and conveniently at their eye levels. In addition, her already brief underwear was now beginning to ride up on her due to all the wriggling and what she initially hoped was only sweat being emitted from her contoured mound.

 



“Lady, there’s another thing you can help us with if you don’t mind. I mean, it’s the least you can do with us letting you stay here,” asked Tommy.

 



“I’m afraid to ask, but what would that be,” replied a dejected Jenny.

 



“We have a dance next week at school, and we were hoping you could show us how to slow dance with a girl,” the gregarious Tommy offered.

 



“Um okay. I would, but you’ll have to untie me so that I can teach you. I can’t do it while I’m tied-up,” said Jenny, hoping the boys would release her.

 



“Well, that would violate our rule. Can’t you just show us while you’re tied-up? What’s the big deal,” asked Tommy again.

 



“Well, I guess….”

 



“Great! Where do I put my hands,” interrupted Tommy, quickly approaching the still struggling Jenny as Billy watched closely.

 



“Is here alright?” continued Tommy, placing both of his hands on Jenny’s bare bum, and running them over her smooth flesh to the tops of the backs of her stockings.

 



“No, not there! On my waist! And watch those hands. I’m all tied up and I’m naked… and you boys aren’t either one,” said Jenny, trying dearly to reason with the boys.

 



Tommy complied and moved his hands back to Jenny’s bare waist. They began dancing for a couple of minutes, and all seemed well, when all of a sudden, Tommy’s hands again wandered down to Jenny’s arse accompanied by his face being burrowed into Jenny’s ample cleavage.

 



He began to nuzzle Jenny’s breasts, as well as suck and lick around the sides of her breasts and over her nipples. While Jenny was slightly aroused, she was more in tune with stopping his advances.

 



“That’s enough! Stop touching me!! This is ridiculous,” screamed Jenny.

 



A satisfied Tommy backed away when Billy asked the bound Jenny if he could have an opportunity to dance with her, and promised to behave. Jenny agreed, just telling Billy to keep his hands where she could see them. Billy adhered to her demand for a short time, but before long he began groping her as well.

 



Jenny again began to moan and yell, but Billy wanted his time in the sun. He worked his hands all over her breasts, stocking-clad legs, back and arse, when finally his roaming thumbs rested on either side of the waistband of Jenny’s thong panties, beginning the process of peeling them off.

 



“Hey, what’s going on in here?” shouted a middle-aged policeman with salt-and-pepper hair upon entering the clubhouse.

 



“Uh, nothing sir, we were just helping this lady wait for her ride is all,” replied Tommy.

 



“Well, it certainly looks like something is going on. I received a complaint of a woman screaming, and now I see why,” said the officer, completely fixated with this beauty’s predicament.

 



“Officer, can you please untie me. These naughty boys tied me up, and then they were touching me as well,” pleaded Jenny.

 



The officer proceeded to walk around Jenny, (slowly of course), making sure not to miss a curve or a detail of Jenny’s tied-up body.

 



“Please untie me, the ropes are digging into my arms,” said Jenny, hoping she was one step closer to freedom.

 



The officer then gave an extremely half-hearted attempt to untie Jenny, and said that she would have to accompany him back to the precinct where they could find a knife to cut her loose. Outraged by this decision, Jenny yelled at the officer to make the boys get a knife or scissors from inside the house to untie her.

 



“No, ma’am. Relax. I think you’ve already caused the boys enough trouble for one night. You can come with me in the cruiser back to the station. We’ll most likely be able to untie you there. It should only be another 45 minutes or so. I just have to respond to a couple more complaints,” stated the officer.

 



“45 minutes? My husband should be picking me up in about 15 minutes at the train station…,” said Jenny with a concerned, perplexed look on her face.

“You can call him from the station,” interrupted the officer, as he led Jenny out of the clubhouse.

 



Both Tommy and Billy grabbed Jenny’s soft, helpless butt one more time for good measure on her way out. She squealed in surprise, a dark frown framed on her face.

 



“Have a good night boys,” said the officer, as he lowered Jenny into the back seat of the cruiser and belted her bound body in. He made sure to “cop” a feel or two for his trouble.

 



As the patrol car pulled off, Jenny looked out the back window to see Tommy and Billy waving goodbye. It was a night they will forever remember…

 




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