Medieval Field trip

[Teacherpetslut]

“Come along kids, hurry up.” Tracey shouted to the surly group of kids behind her.
It was 9.25am already and they had to be at the medieval village by 10.00 and it was a good half hour drive. Tracey was taking the group of fourteen school kids on a visit to the village. She was well aware that this was not a popular school trip, the medieval village was in the middle of the nearby forest and was a full working re-enactment of what a middle ages village was like, complete with mud huts, blacksmiths, etc etc. The village had been set up ten years ago and was staffed by local historians who acted the parts of villagers. The whole place was meant to be a place kids could come to and see how it was in the old days and indeed Tracey’s school had been sending kids on trips to visit the village for some time. The kids had never seemed to enjoy the visit much though, after all once you’d seen one mud hut you’d seen them all! The village was right out in the middle of nowhere as well which meant a bumpy ride on the old school bus to get there. Just recently the teacher who’d taken the last trip there had said the place was looking run down, if a medieval village could look run down! The number of “villagers” was reduced to less than ten and the school was seriously considering making this the last school trip to the place. Tracey had drawn the short straw to take the kids and she hadn’t been happy when she’d found it she was taking class 5G, the mostly delinquent kids! All of them eighteen or nineteen years old. She was even less happy that day when she had got up to see that it was raining and cold.
As she got dressed she thought the school may well call the trip off, after all the village was some way away in the middle of a muddy forest and they had to get there with an unreliable old school bus. As she got dressed she convinced herself that it would be called off and so she dressed in her usual smart skirt and jacket. As she arrived at the school though she noticed with dismay the school bus standing beside the main entrance with a couple of kids already waiting by it. She pulled into her car parking space and quickly went inside to see the deputy head who smilingly assured her that the trip was definitely on.
“I’m surprised you didn’t wear more appropriate clothing Tracey, it’s liable to be a bit muddy down there.” He smiled, as he looked her up and down.
Tracey had never liked him much, he always appeared to be leering at her and she almost shuddered as she felt his eye’s travelling up and down her body. He quickly assured her that she had no time to go home and change though and she’d better get out to the bus and round up the kids. Tracey was more than a bit apprehensive as she walked back to the bus, of the ten boys and four girls in the group she knew most were little short of young thugs and gang members. Tracey had only been at the school for six months and in that time had managed to stay clear of the more “challenging” kids but she knew by hearing other teachers stories that they could be trouble when they wanted to be. The only one of the group she was taking today that she knew was a girl called Emily Thompson. Emily had been a good girl until she’d got a new boyfriend, Mark West, and Emily suddenly started acting like a bad girl with an attitude and Tracey had eventually no choice but to mark her down a year, something that Emily had sworn to get Tracey back for. So Tracey was not that happy to be taking this trip for a whole number of reasons!
They finally arrived at the village at 10.20 am, 20 minutes late after a few squabbles on the bus which almost made the bus driver stop and turn the bus round to go back to the school! The rain had almost stopped when they’d left the school but now in the middle of the forest it was raining steadily and as Tracey stepped off the bus onto the muddy ground she wished she had been wearing one of the coats that her pupils were wearing, or at least a decent pair of shoes rather than the heels she had on! She quickly led them to the reception building and into the dry and she explained who they were to the bored looking woman dressed up as a woman from the middle ages, complete with a long peasants dress that was alarmingly low cut to show off her large cleavage and Tracey knew the boys in her group were having a good look! The woman told Tracey in no uncertain terms that they were late and had missed the 10.00 o’clock tour so they would have to wait for a while until a guide came over to see them, they would be the last tour of the day as it was raining and they had no more groups booked in. Tracey told the kids about the delay and they all settled down as much as they could to await the tour guide. The room was not that big and Tracey felt a bit intimidated sitting amongst her pupils. Some of the boys were looking at various posters on the wall and one had apparently caught their eye and they were laughing and joking about it. For a few moments Tracey couldn’t see what they were laughing about but as they moved away she saw the poster showed a picture of a young peasant girl standing with her head and wrists in wooden stocks while young children were throwing rotten fruit at her, what really surprised Tracey was that the girl in the stocks was completely naked! Although it was only a drawing she was very clearly naked and the artist had drawn her from the side on and was not shy in showing her naked breasts hanging down as she stooped forward with her head in the stocks. No wonder the boys had been attracted to the picture Tracey thought to herself and she questioned such a picture being in a public reception room where school kids waited.
They waited another twenty minutes before a very wet man suddenly appeared dressed in medieval clothes and announced that he was their guide. He didn’t look very happy, probably because he was soaked through and thought he was going home early but now he had to show another group around. He made a quick remark about them being late and when Tracey started to try and make a weak joke about the rain holding them up he almost snapped at her, “Excuses, excuses, we always find when a school groups late it’s always because a woman teachers in charge, put a man in charge and no problem, women though there’s always a problem.” He looked at her disdainfully.
Tracey was a bit stunned by his outburst but before she could say anything he went on to explain that because they were running late, and the fact that it was raining, the village was practically empty but he would show them around some of the huts and the blacksmiths shop that was still open. Tracey could tell that the kids were as enthusiastic about the whole thing as he was as he led them outside into the rain. Luckily it was only a short walk to the first hut and all Tracey could think about as they walked there through the muddy centre of the village was thank God she lived in the 21st Century rather than the middle ages! The place was a quagmire of mud and water with several deep puddles in the centre of the village. She knew her shoes had had it by now and she also knew her stockings were plastered with mud almost up to her knees as she carried on walking to the first hut. It was quite small and with all the kids and herself and the guide in there it was quite cramped. They all listened to him giving his little talk and showing them the way the peasants cooked with little or no interest from the kids. When he asked if there were any questions nobody raised their hands, which embarrassed Tracey so she asked a simple question about whether it was always the women who did all the cooking.
“Oh yes,” he replied “ it was a pretty sexist society in those days, men were the hunters and providers and women were the homemakers and they were also subservient to the men, there were no arguments about who was the boss of the house in those days.” He laughed.
There were a few giggles from the kids and the guide continued and laughed, “They may not of been as clever as we are now days but at least they got that bit right.” then looking straight at Tracey he continued, “In those days a woman knew her place and was all the better for it.”
There were a few more giggles and Tracey once again couldn’t believe the man's totally sexist attitude but then he said it was time to go and visit the blacksmith. They set out into the rain once more and they’d only taken a dozen steps when Tracey tripped. She didn’t know what she’d caught her foot on but before she could stop herself she went flying headfirst into a large deep puddle. She was aware of peels of laughter all around her as she spluttered the muddy cold water from her mouth and sat up in the water looking all the world like a drowned rat. She almost started crying with humiliation but just managed to stop herself as the kids continued to laugh at her and to make it worse when she tried to get up she slipped on the wet mud again and splashed back down on her bottom into the water. The guide offered his hand and she saw with no surprise that he was laughing to as she took it and he hauled her out of the puddle and as she stood there soaked from top to toe, he said they’d better get to the blacksmiths to dry her off. Tracey squelched along behind him as fast as she could and it took her a few steps to realise she’d lost both her shoes in the puddle and was now walking in her stockinged feet. They all felt the heat as they entered the blacksmiths hut but Tracey welcomed it more than the others as she was starting to shiver. Once they were all inside the guide turned to Tracey and said, “Right then young lady we’d better get you out of those wet clothes or you will freeze to death.”
Tracey couldn’t argue with him about the freezing to death part, she was noticeably shivering in front of them all but surely he didn’t think she was going to take her clothes off in front of everyone! She stuttered out I’ll be okay before he said, sterner this time, “Nonsense, look at you, your shivering already, if we don’t get you dry you’ll have pneumonia by the time you leave here, now lets get these clothes off you.” As he said it he started undoing the buttons on Tracey’s wet blouse before she stopped him with a squeal, “I can’t take my clothes off in front of the kids!”
“Course you can, not all of them anyway, just your blouse and skirt, if we get them dried off we can do the rest later.” He said, “Now stand still while I undo these buttons and stop being a silly girl.”
Tracey knew it made sense to get her wet clothes off but she couldn’t allow herself to be undressed in front of her pupils could she. She knew she was the centre of attention now and she should stop him but there was something about the man's manner and voice which made her think he wouldn’t take any nonsense from a girl and anyway he’d already got the first three buttons of her blouse undone and so despite feeling totally embarrassed she made no effort this time to stop him unbuttoning her blouse totally and pulling it of her shoulders and then off her completely. She even found herself putting her hand on his shoulder as he bent down and unzipped her skirt and pulled it down so she could step out of it. She was left standing in just her bra and panties and hold up stockings and the stockings didn’t stay on for long!
“Better leave the rest on for now, don’t want the kids getting to excited.” He laughed. She saw him hand her skirt and blouse to the blacksmith and she was left standing there in just her underwear, underwear that was also wet and she knew it was not doing much to hide her charms! Everyone was staring at her and several of the boys were making jokes about her including one boy, who shouted out, "Nice tits Miss.” Which got a big laughed from the group and made Tracey feel about two feet tall! To her great relief the guide then started talking to the blacksmith and continuing with the tour and Tracey edged her way to the back of the group although she knew she was still getting lots of looks from the kids who probably couldn’t believe that their pretty teacher was now dressed in just her underwear.
To be honest she wasn’t really listening to what the blacksmith was saying, she could see her skirt and blouse had been placed over a pipe over his open forge and she hoped they would soon be dry enough to wear again, although they didn’t look to safe hanging there! She heard some laughter and she thought they were talking about slave girls and the like and then she heard some of the boys asking for a demonstration but she had no idea of what, all she could think about was getting her clothes back. There was fresh laughter and then she suddenly felt herself being pushed to the front of the group.
“Okay Missy this shouldn’t hurt as long as you stay still, now just kneel down and put your head on the anvil.”
Tracey looked at him confused, “Sorry?” she asked.
“Weren’t you listening young lady?” The blacksmith said with a sigh, “Perhaps the boys were right, you are a perfect subject for this little demonstration.” He laughed.
There were a few laughs and one of the boys shouted out, “Just do it Sir.”
Tracey was now standing in front of and anvil and she suddenly felt the guides hand on her shoulder pushing her down and she felt her knees giving out and she was knelt down.
“Good girl, now keep still.” The guide said patronisingly and she was still totally unaware of what she was kneeling for when she suddenly felt two rough hands around her neck seeming to size her up and then as the kids watched laughing she felt this time not hands but two bands of iron being pushed around her neck and clicked together at the back. As she started to panic she again felt the guides big hands on her shoulders and he said close to her ear, “Stay still, this bit could hurt if you move.”
Tracey suddenly sensed the blacksmith turning back to her and pulling her hair up and away from the back of her neck and then something hot was close to her skin, very hot! It didn’t actually touch her but it was close enough to make her tremble fearfully as she heard him say to the watching group of kids, “We just slide the pin in to connect the two pieces of the collar and she’s done.”
The heat was bad but Tracey squealed when all of a sudden freezing cold water was splashed over the back of her neck and as the kids laughed she heard the blacksmith saying, “That’s how we fit a slave collar to a girl, in medieval times she’d be well and truly stuck with that collar for the rest of her life and even now she won’t get it off without some professional help.”
A few of the kids were laughing and saying cool but Tracey was suddenly pretty mad! How dare they collar her with an iron collar, which she wouldn’t be able to get off! Not only that it was fastened quite tightly!
“I think this has gone far enough.” Tracey said as she started to get up desperate to reassert her authority in front of the kids but the guide laughed and said, “Oh we have a disrespectful slave girl here, I think she should be punished in the normal way, would you like to see how that was done in the old days.” He laughed to the group. Needless to say they all laughed and cheered as he took hold of Tracey’s arm and started pulling her out of the hut. She was trying to struggle against him but he was a good foot taller than her and much stronger and despite herself trying to get her authority back a minute earlier she now felt like a small schoolgirl being dragged to the headmasters office for punishment. The pupils were following behind and laughing as they saw their semi naked teacher being dragged through the rain and mud. She suddenly looked up and saw with horror that she was being dragged to the waiting stocks. He pushed her against the wooden pillar and opened up the top half and pushed her head into the semi circular groove followed by her wrists on either side of her head and the top half of the stocks fell down into place trapping her in the classic pose. She strained to lift the top up and escape but he must have fastened it into place and she was completely helpless in the stocks.
“Let me out.” She started to scream but instead of helping her she heard to her horror Emily giggling and saying to the guide, “Shouldn’t, she be naked Sir.”
“Good girl, you’ve been reading your history,” the guide laughed, “ let’s get her stripped off then.”
Tracey really started struggling then but she was completely helpless as she felt groping hands pulling down her panties and lifting her legs out of them followed by her bra being unclipped and pulled off her. She couldn’t believe it herself but she was now standing in the middle of the village completely naked in the town stocks! There was no way she could cover herself from her pupils staring eyes and laughter as this time she couldn’t not hold back the tears of humiliation.
“That’s bought you down a peg or two hasn’t it missy.” The guide laughed at her and he suddenly disappeared from her view and she guessed it was him who slapped her bottom hard! The kids took their lead from him and she was soon receiving many slaps on her naked and exposed behind. There were also more than a few wandering hands to other parts of her body! Apart from anything else it was also extremely cold and wet standing naked in the mud!
After what seemed like an eternity but was probably only 10 minutes the slapping and groping stopped but just as Tracey thought her torment may be over she suddenly received a big wet rotten tomato in the face. As she looked up she saw with dismay that a large basket full of rotten fruit was now standing ten feet away and the kids were eagerly queuing up waiting their turn to pelt the naked teacher! And pelt they did, Tracey’s body and face were soon covered in a revolting mess of rotten squishy fruit much to the kids delight. All Tracey could do was keep her head low and wait for the barrage to stop. It took her a minute to realise it had stopped when it did and when she raised her head she was surprised and relieved to see that everyone had gone. She caught a quick sight of the back of one of the kids disappearing into one of the huts and she was suddenly alone. In some ways being alone was worse than being the centre of the kids amusement and she guessed she was left standing naked and shivering in the rain for a good twenty minutes until finally the guide returned and as he approached her he laughed and said, “Thanks for being a good sport missy, the kids really learnt a lot from this visit.”
Tracey was too cold and exhausted to reply and he chuckled as he ran his hand down her side, “Your in a right mess though, we’ll get you cleaned up in the staff showers don’t you worry.” He opened the top of the stocks and although Tracey had wanted to stand proud once she was released she couldn’t stop herself sinking to her knees in the cold mud.
“You’ll be pleased to know I’ve just been on the phone to your school and told your headmaster how good you’ve been in helping us out on this trip and I got a few of your pupils to praise you up as well and he’s agreed that from now on you’ll accompany every group from your school.”
Tracey looked at him in despair.
“I think you’ll be spending a lot more time in these stocks from now on.” He laughed

[student]

Middle ages? Where did they get the tomatoes? I was thinking Monty Python and the Holy Grail--"where did you get the coconuts?"

[TeenFan]

It's obvious the two chapters are written by different people.
One thing I found a little confusing, maybe annoying with the first chapter.
Tracey takes a group of "Kids" on a rickety old school bus on a field trip. The actions and descriptions of these kids is consistent with them being
at the ages of 12 to 16. Nineteen year olds going to Medieval Town? They'd think such a trip to be beneath them. Seems to me the sentence "All of them eighteen or nineteen years old." was used because this was originally posted at a site where all characters must be 18+.

In the second chapter the kids are described as "teenagers" and "children".

Since this Board does not have such a requirement, the kids can be actual kids and not be artificially turned into adults when their actions are
contrary to being adult-like. My opinion is that such a disclaimer that they are "Adult" kids can be left out. No other changes needed.

[Debbifan]

These are reposts of stories from other boards that insist on the 'all characters are over 18' stipulation, which make much of any school based scenarios seem unlikely.
They are from the 'Katie Smith' universe and the character Tracey. They'd be more suited to the archive section I suggest, with credit given to the original author.

[barelin]

Thanks for reposting older work from other authors for a new audience of readers.

Suggest that you rework the above story with the MC visiting the mid-evil site as a teenager and then later as the teacher.