"What?"
"I planned on spying on naked girls," you repeat. "You got me."
"Well! I have to admit that I didn't really believe you were actually a pervert!" Ms. J. replies. "But, in that case, you must be thoroughly punished!"
She writes something on her clipboard, seemingly sharply underlining something.
"I wonder how you would feel if someone was going to spy on you naked?" she continues.
"I'm...not sure," you answer, thinking about it.
"It would be dreadful!" she exclaims. "So that's what we're going to do."
"What?"
"Get undressed," Ms. J. orders you. "Go on. Take off your clothes."
"No way! I'm not doing that!"
"You must do it immediately. This is detention."
"This sounds like the beginning of a lawsuit!"
"No suits, only nakedness," Ms. J. says, putting her clipboard down. "Now, if you don't start, I will be forced to do it myself."
You notice the pig-faced girl in the row ahead of yours beginning to drool, smirking in anticipation. You feel very awkward, aware of all of the eyes on you. Plus, at your size, what can you do to stand up for yourself?
"You've forced my hand," Ms. J. says. She then reaches out and picks you up. You struggle against her, but she restrains your arms as she pulls off your shoes. Then, she tugs at your pants and strips them off. Once she has your boxers off, she readjusts you in her fingertips and thoughtlessly places one of her fingers upon your groin. The sudden touch of her warm, soft fingertip upon your dick sends it flinging upward. Your shirt is off within a second, and when Ms. J. places you back onto the desk, you find yourself standing naked in front of the entire classroom of onlooking, laughing students, and to make things worse, you have a boner.
Is this some kind of bad dream?
"Oh my!" Ms. J. exclaims, noticing your hard dick. Her hands immediately go to her hips, and she frowns, staring down at you. "Now this is supposed to be punishment; you're not supposed to be getting turned on by it!"
The girl-thing in front of you has stuffed her arm into her pants and snorts with glee as she eyes you. Behind you, your brother stares, his jaw dropped. Girls and boys throughout the class are laughing and whispering to each other.
"I'm at a loss for words!" Ms. J. declares. "This calls for extreme punishment! I'm going to have to confine you while I go find out what this situation calls for!"
She reaches for you, hesitates, and then very carefully takes you by the arm. She then carries you across the room, and you feel as if you're going to be separated at your shoulder. After a few seconds of dangling through the air, you are put into a guinea pig cage upon a countertop.
"You can't leave me in here!" you complain. "What if I get eaten while you're gone?"
"Oh, don't worry about that," Ms. J. replies. "We don't actually have a guinea pig. These troublesome kids would probably kill it when there is no teacher supervising them. We just have a conveniently-placed guinea pig cage. Now, please excuse me while I leave the room and find out what I should do with you."
"Wait!" you shout, but Ms. J. doesn't seem to hear you. You watch as she leaves the room and closes the door behind her. Then, you notice that the entire class is still watching you.
"Ms. J. is gone," one student whispers.
"That means we can do terrible things to the naked kid," another says.
"Hurry! Someone take him out of the cage and hide him!"
None of the students immediately stand up.
"Who? I'm not doing it. I'll get expelled, and then I'll have to flip burgers."
"I vote that Andrea does it. She's closest to the cage."
"All in favor say 'Aye.'"
"Aye!" most of the class chimes.
"I voted I because I want him for myself," the gross girl says.
"Shut up, Bertha."
"Majority rule," a student says. "Andrea has to do it."
"But I didn't get to vote!" Andrea says.
"Just do it!"
"Fine!"
The girl named Andrea turns toward you. You are a bit surprised by what you see. She is a fairly-attractive, skinny girl with long brown hair, black square glasses, cute brown eyes, and very little makeup other than eyeliner and lip gloss. She opens the guinea pig cage and takes you into her warm and small but very soft hands. You both awkwardly look at each other--you in all of your naked glory and her...holding you as such.
She turns back to the class, unsure of what to do with you. The class tells her to...
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