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Catherine the Great, Chapter 21 - Three Days

Tuesday morning Jackie was very busy. Before their first period, she had been closeted with the head of publicity, preparing a special version of the flyer that they had given to Mr. Moravoss to distribute. "Here, where you have 'through this work Thornton Wilder shows us the unvarnished truth about ourselves' change it to 'the naked truth about ourselves'. And here, change 'reduced to its minimum' to 'stripped bare'."

From 11:00 to noon on Tuesdays, Jackie and Jenny had a free period.

About half past eleven, Gustav Blaufeldt, drama critic for the Gazette was sitting at his desk, trying to find the right word for his column, when a young UPS delivery man brought a large envelope into his office. He signed for it, and was cutting it open even as the brown uniform was still walking through the outer office.

Cronenberg School for Girls Presents
Our Town
by Thornton Wilder

He recognized the name at the top of the page as that of a girl's school in a nearby town, a school that had an unusual reputation although he could not remember just what was so odd. This must be one of those plays that were being put on this week at Moravoss's theater. He had suffered through enough festivals of one-act plays to know just how terrible these occasions could be. He had been going to let a subordinate cover these plays, but this group at least had the smarts to deliver the information directly to him, and they had included a complimentary ticket. If this intelligence was any indication of acting ability, the play might well be bearable, or even mildly enjoyable.

Since the play was on Friday night, perhaps he would go to see it, particularly since the announcement of the winners would be made that night. Let his subordinate see the others, he owed it to his readers to at least check out one of the plays.

Just at noon, a car parked on the Cronenberg campus, and Jackie and a UPS man got out. They hurried to the washroom by the drama department, where the UPS guy handed his jacket and trousers to Jackie, who quickly carried them to the wardrobe department where she hung the uniform back on the rack it had been taken from earlier.

When she got back to the washroom, Jenny was washing the remains of the makeup off her face. "Frankie's a real genius. Blaufeldt never had any doubt I was the real thing."

"According to my publicist friend, Blowhard not only reads press releases, he uses some of the phrases in his own columns. I think I may have written part of his review today."

"But I don't quite understand what you are about now."

"Wait, Jenny. You'll find out soon enough. I have a lot of items on the go right now, but I want you to do something for me tomorrow."

Catherine had not found Wednesday quite as hard as she had expected. Tuesday had gone like clockwork and today was just the same. True, she was still naked, but Suzy must have been right, she was becoming inured to it, at least in the safe surroundings of the school. Just two more periods and the rehearsal, and another day would have passed Moreover, she had met Jenny today and apologized to her. She had not wanted to say anything in front of the cast of the play, so she had not done so at Tuesday night's rehearsal. On the way to her last class of the morning she had bumped into Jenny, and had told her how sorry she was that her temper had caused her to hurt the other girl.

Jenny had accepted the apology very graciously; in fact she had said, "After that blow, I have to take back all I said about Englishmen. No coward could have come at me like that."

Catherine was ecstatic that there seemed to be no bad blood left between the two of them. She was actually humming as she stepped into Miss Adler's class. The chorus of grunts and whistles brought her back to earth in a second. How could she have forgotten that this was a shared class with Terence Gilliam Boy's School to allow both groups the chance to practice with appropriate partners? She was going to have to dance with them naked. She shivered as she thought of those hands on her naked skin. And there was something else about today, something she couldn't quite remember.

"All right, class," Mrs. Adler called out. "You will remember that I promised you a special class today. For this class only we will not be practicing ballroom dancing." Suddenly Catherine remembered, and her stomach did flip-flops as she awaited the fatal sentence. "Today, we take a break and practice the Lambada, the forbidden dance."

Mrs. Adler always made sure that no permanent couples formed, so she had the students change partners after every dance. Most of Catherine's partners had no real idea of how to lambada, but they used the dance as an excuse to fondle a naked woman. She was held tight against the boys' bodies, and as they moved in the wavelike fashion required by the dance, their clothing rubbed her bare skin, most particularly her nipples, exciting her even more than the exposure. Several of the young men, while holding her against them, turned her away from the teacher and grabbed and massaged her naked buns using the hold to keep themselves pressed hard against her body. One even let his thumbs slide down the cleft until they were actually touching her most private sphincter. A quick step on his toes ended that particular touching, but more inevitably followed.

Even the good dancers caused her problems, though not in the same way. She found that the better dancers would dip her and flip her. One dancer in particular was very good at this. After a time dancing against her the two of them undulating like snakes in heat, Fernando held her against the side of his hip, bending her backward until her head was almost touching the floor as her hips were still held against his, and he had her kick up both legs until they were over her body parallel to the floor, the feet over three feet apart. Of course this displayed her taut buttocks to everyone behind them, and her breasts falling towards her head and her pussy to those in front. This was not a move that should ever be done without a bra and more importantly panties. Catherine now knew why all the dancers she had seen had such solid panties even with skirts that were scarcely more than wide belts. It was all to protect their modesty.

Finally the class ended, and Catherine headed off for the last class of the day. The exposure and touchings of the dance class had certainly aroused her. Her mind was repeating one thing over and over as she walked along: "Three more naked dance classes. Three more dance classes nude." The ring of the bell for the final period brought her suddenly out of her daze. She discovered that she had continued along the corridor far past the room she should now be in. Turning swiftly she walked back as fast as she dared, but it was no good.

"Catherine Higgins, what are you doing in class late?" Carpenter shrilled as soon as the young lady stepped across the threshold. Catherine didn't even try to make an excuse. Almost no teacher would accept an excuse for tardiness, but Carpenter was the worst of the lot. "Since you obviously don't worry about normal punishment, we'll just add a day to your current punishment. Do you understand, Miss Higgins?"

"Yes, Miss Carpenter," Catherine replied, as she tried to work out what this change would mean. The unified gasp from the class that ended the sporadic giggles brought home to Catherine what she had just done. She could not believe just how absent-mined she was today, could not believe she'd called her MISS Carpenter instead of MS.

"And for addressing me as MISS instead of Ms., we'll add on another day, and next time it will be two days. Understood?"

"Yes, Ms. Carpenter," Catherine said as she took her seat. That was a Wednesday added. Another dance class. Four more naked dance classes! If she didn't smarten up, she would be naked till the end of the year.

Thursday, thank goodness, was as uneventful as Tuesday had been. Catherine didn't think she could take another day like yesterday. The last class ended a few minutes late, and she hurried off to the auditorium for the final dress rehearsal before the big performance.

She arrived just as the entire cast walked onto the stage, and she slipped into the front of the auditorium to see what was happening.

"Isn't it true that Catherine Higgins is to perform wearing her full uniform?" asked one of the major players.

"It certainly is," replied Miss Copoletta.

"Well then," replied the same actress, "we feel there should be at least one dress rehearsal with everyone, including Catherine, dressed exactly as they will be on stage."

"Yes." "Exactly." "We need that." A murmur of assent rose from the assembled cast. Jackie grinned to herself; Jenny had certainly sold that idea to the other cast members, just as she had requested.

"I also think I need one rehearsal like that, so I can see how the props fit with the costume," Catherine offered. "I mean, there's the watch. And how will the tables and chairs affect the costume when I carry them. I know what you said on Sunday, Miss Copoletta, but I would be willing to have a day, or even two, added to the end of my punishment in order to get this done."

"Well, girls," the teacher replied, "I think you should all take seats here in the auditorium while your director gives you a little history of the school."

Jackie smiled as she walked up to the stage and took her place sitting comfortably with her legs dangling off the front of the stage. She had in her hand a sheaf of notes she had put together from the information her mother's friend had given her, or from the sources she had pointed out.

"As you all know, our present form of punishment was not introduced until after the school had been in operation for a while," Jackie began. "Originally, punishments at the school were the same as everywhere else; detentions, lines, extra work, and occasionally corporal punishment. The headmistress at that time -- not our present one -- felt that humiliation would work better, and, not without considerable difficulty, persuaded the directors to accept her new plan of punishments. I have been told that she won a number of the directors over by suggesting that they should come to the school from time to time to see how the system was working, and they could not resist the idea of having to ogle naked nubile young things as part of their duties. But I can't be sure that is totally accurate.

"At any rate, there was one student here at the time, name of Portia Fraser. I don't know if her name influenced her, but she was what is commonly called a barracks lawyer or sea lawyer, someone who checks out all the regulations and insists they be followed to the letter when it is to their benefit. That was Portia to a tee. When the new regulations were published, the fourteen-year-old Portia was in her element..."

Catherine the Great, Chapter 22 - Portia's Tale

Portia could not believe it. The headmistress could not do this to her. She had never agreed to be stripped by the staff of Cronenberg School. As soon as she had read those detestable rules, she had fired off a letter to her parents, telling them of the obscenity that was being perpetrated here in the name of progress. She insisted her father take the school to court to prevent this horror.

It was early evening a couple of days later when she received the reply from her father. She ran upstairs to her room chortling with glee as soon as she saw the envelope written in her father's bold hand. She was ecstatic as she carefully slit the end of the envelope and extracted the single sheet from it. Her eyes blazed as she started to read.

My dearest daughter,

Your mother and I are happy that you are feeling fit, and hope you will continue to exercise and eat well, to maintain your excellent health. However, I am afraid I will be disappointing you in respect to your request. Your mother and I had a long talk with the headmistress before we enrolled you at that school, and she was quite frank about her plans for a more modern method of punishment. We both agreed that this would be a very efficient method of punishment, and we wished her much luck in her attempts to have the new regulations adopted by the directors.

I am sure you realize by now that I will not be making any attempt to prevent the school from applying these punishments, and I suggest you be most careful to follow all the rules. This is the only way you can avoid suffering the punishments you so dread.

Your mother has read these lines, and concurs heartily with all I have written. She merely wants me to add that you are always assured of our love and support.

Your loving father.

Portia could not believe her eyes. She reread the letter, but the words did not change. Always assured of their love and support. That was a downright lie. She had just asked for their support and they had refused it. Well, it was up to her to minimize her problems, so she sat down to read the regulations concerning punishments from start to finish.

• 141. There are four punishments that may be used alone or in concert: removal of blouse, removal of brassiere, removal of skirt, removal of panties (underpants). The removal of any one or any combination of the garments may be required, according to the severity of punishment merited. While in most cases, the removal of an outer garment will be required before the removal of the equivalent undergarment, nothing in these regulations is to be construed as preventing the reverse. For example, a teacher who wishes to drive home to a student that she is not assuming the correct ladylike posture might require her to remove just her panties, thus ensuring a more genteel position.

• 142. Since the uniform regulations allow the blazer to be removed at certain times, its removal is unacceptable as a punishment. However, if the blazer is being worn when any punishment is assessed, it must be removed at once, and the student may not resume wearing it until the punishment is completed. This will prevent the student using the blazer to hide the fact she is being punished. The tie, if worn, shall be removed with the blouse.

• 143. Any attempt to deliberately cover up or hide any area of the body that has been exposed by the imposition of a punishment is an offence, and shall be punished. Such punishment may take the form of an extension of the time the punishment shall endure, removal of a further item of clothing, or a combination of the two, depending on the severity of the offence.

• 144. Regulation 71 concerning dramatic presentations shall apply mutatis mutandis to the wearing of costumes by students who are being punished.

• 145. Length and number of punishments shall be at the discretion of each staff member. Any student who feels the punishment is too harsh may appeal at once to the headmistress. The headmistress will decide whether the punishment should be canceled or reduced, stay unchanged, or be increased. In the case of frivolous appeals an additional and severe punishment shall be invoked.

Portia muttered profanities under her breath. Whenever she thought she had found something, they snapped it away. Appealing each punishment could have tied things up tremendously, but the last statement was a killer. Nobody would want to risk "an additional and severe punishment", especially not herself. Worse yet the phrase was not "may" but "shall"; if the headmistress found an appeal frivolous she was required to punish the girl further.

• 146. If a change of uniform is required while a punishment is in progress, the student shall, in donning the new uniform, leave off the same item or items that she was required to remove for punishment.

Nothing here either.

• 147. No student who is being punished shall leave the campus of the Cronenberg School unless accompanied by a staff member, or a parent or guardian. In the case of a day student whose punishment extends beyond the end of the school day, the headmistress or other person authorized by the headmistress shall contact the student's parent or guardian. If the headmistress is satisfied that the parent or guardian will continue the punishment unabated, the student shall be accompanied home by a staff member, and arrangements made to pick up said student if the punishment will still be in effect the following morning. If the headmistress is not satisfied that the punishment will continue, the punishment shall be suspended for the time the student is away from the campus and the student will report to the headmistress immediately upon her return, and the punishment shall resume. The headmistress may reduce the time remaining in the punishment be six (6) hours or less for every night the student is away from the campus, such time being deemed to be the equivalent of time spent alone sleeping. Since the embarrassment is reduced by a) the interruption of the punishment, and b) by reducing the possibility of being seen by people who are not members of the school, such adjustment shall only be made in very special cases.

• 148. Subject to regulation 147, no student may be excused from any school activity or outing, school-sponsored extra-curricular activity or any other activity that was arranged prior to the punishment being imposed or agreed to after said imposition. In the case of school activities, a staff member will be assigned to accompany the student or students being punished. In the case of school sponsored extra-curricular activities, every effort shall be made to ensure a staff member is present to accompany these students. For both school activities and extra-curricular activities, there is normally a teacher present to oversee or control the event; this staff member may act as the person accompanying the punished student or students in addition to normal duties. In the case of other activities, the school shall make all reasonable efforts to provide someone, but if no suitable person is available, the student will not be allowed to attend the activity or function.

She skimmed the rest of the new regulations, but most of them were changes to deportment, rules of the cafeteria and similar trivia. With a sigh she set the pages aside, changed into her nightgown, brushed her teeth, and crawled into bed. Tomorrow was Friday. The weekend was coming and she would use the time to study all the regulations, new and old. She was sure she would find something in there.

Friday had gone well, until the second-last class, phys. ed. Portia had stopped to relieve herself after she changed into her sports uniform. She was dreaming of finding a loophole in the regulations, and she took so long that she was very late entering the gymnasium.

Mr. Spalling, the sports master, was quick to notice her tardiness, and was not hesitant about enforcing the new regulations.

"Miss Fraser, you are late. That will be your sport top." Portia hesitated, she did not want to expose her bra to anyone, much less a man. "Now, Miss Fraser."

Portia quickly pulled the blue T-shirt up over her head and off her arms then handed it to Mr. Spalding.

"Got your jollies, I hope," she muttered as she turned away from the man holding her top.

"Miss Fraser!" She turned around and looked at him in shock. "That is not the kind of statement we expect Cronenberg ladies to make." She could not believe he had heard that mutter. "That just cost you your bra."

She opened her mouth to protest, but when she saw the hard expression in his eyes she thought better of it. Slowly she reached back and unclipped the hooks, then slipped the straps off her shoulders, as she tried to hold back the tears. She paused for one brief moment, then dropped her arms forward and the sports bra fell from her breasts as the tears fell from her eyes. She handed the white cotton bra to the man standing there, tears just running down her cheeks and dropping onto her now naked breasts, those firm young breasts that she had always kept private, running back to her room to shower rather than using the communal showers in the locker room, those breasts now in plain view not only of all her classmates, but of her teacher, a man.

She did not see the hard smile that passed over Mr. Spalling's face as she sobbed. He would normally have ignored the mutter, but this girl had been a thorn in his side ever since she arrived. She would argue every decision, pulling out the oldest, least often enforced rules and insisting they be enforced to the letter. She was going to find out what regulations enforced to the letter could be like.

She managed to get her sobs under control, but the odd tear was still meandering down her cheeks as Mr. Spalling started the girls running laps around the gym. It was near the end of the third lap that the accident happened. Two of the runners bumped and one of them caromed into Portia, her outstretched arm brushing one tit as her hand cupped the other momentarily.

"Watch it, you damn dyke," the distraught girl snarled; being touched so intimately, even by accident, was more than she could take.

"Miss Fraser!" The voice of doom. "'You damn dyke' is not an expression that should be used. I think you know what this means."

Portia nodded her head, but could not bring herself to remove her shorts. "Please sir, I can't... I mean..." She could not continue.

"Miss Fraser, you have just extended your punishment to the end of the day. Do you wish to take those shorts off now or do you wish to extend the punishment even more?"

Her hands touched the sides of her little red shorts, her thumbs slipped inside the waist and she carefully peeled them down her legs and slipped them off her feet. She picked them up and handed almost the last scrap of her dignity to Mr. Spalling. She knew the white panties were hugging the curves of her buttocks, and when she had bent to pick up the shorts she had noticed that the shape of her bush was visible as a bulge in the front.

"I suggest you apologize to Miss Jones at once." She opened her mouth to reply, but his next statement shut it fast. "Unless, that is, you wish to spend the rest of the day naked."

Portia gulped and immediately went over to the girl. "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean what I said. I was just so surprised that the words came out."

"Don't worry. I was shocked to feel your bare skin against my arm and hand; I can only imagine how much more shocked you were."

The rest of the class was spent working on the vaults and tumbling. Portia was continually embarrassed. Each vault displayed her taut buns as she ran to the horse and often in the vault as well, and at each landing her firm young breasts bounced most distractingly. The tumbling was just as bad, her buttocks clad only in the thin cotton on display as she jumped and ran, her naked tits bouncing at every movement, her pubic hair partially visible through the now moist white cloth of her panties. She couldn't survive this; she certainly couldn't survive another class in this obscene state of undress. Suddenly she knew what to do.

At the end of the class, she took a very swift shower, her first communal one, but she felt if the girls had already seen so much, this made little difference since they were all naked too.

As soon as the shower was over she dashed to her locker, dried herself, pulled on her panties and then her skirt and blouse. As she expected, Mr. Spalling was waiting for her and when he told her she had to dress as he had specified, she claimed she was. When he disagreed, she insisted on an appeal to the headmistress and Mr. Spalling immediately hustled her off to the office.

He explained to the headmistress exactly how he had punished Portia, and she immediately asked the young student, "Just how do you explain the way you are dressed?"

"Regulation 146 states: 'If a change of uniform is required while a punishment is in progress, the student shall, in donning the new uniform, leave off the same item or items that she was required to remove for punishment.' I changed uniforms at the end of the class, as required. Since a T-shirt is not the same as a blouse, and shorts are not the same as a skirt, I only left off the bra, as it is a bra he required me to remove."

The headmistress frowned, thought for a very brief instant, and then replied, "I'm sure you know that interpretation is not what was intended, but since it is a technically accurate choice, I'm going to let you off punishment today. You may finish the day dressed like that. Now run along to your next class."

Portia scuttled off, smiling at how she had managed to outwit the staff, so she did not hear the headmistress tell Mr. Spalling, "Don't worry, we'll have that fixed in a very short while. Meanwhile, just issue punishments for the current class."

Catherine the Great, Chapter 23 - Portia's Tale Continues

Portia did what she had promised herself, she studied the regulations during the weekend. Most of the regulations were trivia concerning deportment or rules for the use of various areas like the library, so she spent most of her time memorizing the new punishment regulations as well as the older clothing regulations.

Uniform

• 47. The Cronenberg School uniform consists of the following items: shoes, knee socks, panties, brassiere, blouse, skirt, tie, blazer and hat.

• 48. The shoes shall be plain black patent leather with a low heel and shall lace up. The shoes shall be kept clean and well polished at all times. Dirty or dull shoes are not acceptable as part of the uniform.

• 49. The stockings shall be knee length white socks, of a relatively plain texture, but may be of wool, cotton or such other material as the student may prefer. The student will keep the socks clean, and free of any holes or any visible signs of mending. Small holes that are fully covered by the shoes may be mended.

• 50. Panties shall be plain white cotton, of a conservative cut. Students must keep panties clean at all times, and must ensure that they fit snugly, neither bagging nor cutting into the hips .

• 51. Each brassiere shall plain white, without excessive lace. Every brassiere shall be kept clean and in good repair. The brassiere shall fit the student appropriately; shall not crush the breasts, and shall not contain any stuffing or inserts to increase apparent bust size.

• 52. Every blouse shall be plain white cotton or cotton polyester mix, with long sleeves and collar, and shall button up the front. Students will keep blouses clean and in good repair. Missing buttons are unacceptable in a uniform blouse.

• 53. The uniform shall have a pleated skirt of the tartan pattern selected by the School. The skirt shall be of a reasonable length, and shall be kept clean and in good repair at all times. The headmistress may from time to time further define the phrase "reasonable length".

• 54. The tie shall be made of the same tartan as the skirt. It shall be kept clean and in good repair at all times.

• 55. The blazer shall be a two-button single breasted style of bright blue material with the Cronenberg School crest on the breast pocket. It must be kept clean and in good repair at all times. Stains, tears and missing buttons are unacceptable.

• 56. The hat shall be a pillbox style, the same blue color as the blazer. The hat must be kept clean at all times.

• 57. The headmistress may at her sole discretion indicate periods during which the blazer is optional. This will usually occur when there is a period of excessive heat, but may occur at other times as well.

• 58. The headmistress may indicate that the tie is also optional during any period that the blazer is optional. However, if a student opts to wear a blazer, the tie must be worn as well, even if both items have been declared optional.

• 59. The hat is mandatory only for the most formal occasions, and for attending those functions where a woman is required to wear headgear. On informal occasions it need not be worn. If the hat is worn, the blazer should always be worn as well. The hat should also be worn whenever it is traditional for a woman to wear headgear, such as, for example, religious ceremonies; however, in cases where the hat is not readily available, this shall not be used as an excuse to avoid such functions.

• 60. All students shall wear the full uniform at all times while on the campus of Cronenberg School, and for all school activities and school-sponsored extra-curricular activities wherever they may take place. Boarding students shall wear the uniform at all times off campus as well as on, unless they are granted specific permission otherwise. Any person who is out of uniform shall be subject to very strong punishment.

Sports Uniform

• 61. The Cronenberg School sports uniform consists of the following items: athletic shoes, socks, panties, brassiere, shorts and shirt.

• 62. The shoes must be a plain, white, low-backed running shoe.

• 63. The socks shall be absorbent, and it is recommended that a sports brassiere be worn for athletic endeavors. All regulations pertaining to socks, panties and brassiere for the basic uniform apply mutatis mutandis to the sports uniform.

• 64. The shorts shall be of red cotton, with an elasticized waistband. They shall be kept clean and in good repair at all times.

• 65. The shirt shall be a cotton or cotton mix T-shirt, of the same blue color as the uniform blazer, with a small Cronenberg School for Girls crest on the left breast. It shall be kept clean and in good repair at all times.

• 66. The headmistress may at her sole discretion, designate other uniforms to be worn for specific athletic pursuits, should the game or the regulations of a governing body so require.

Swimsuits

• 67. Swimsuits shall be a bright blue color in the style commonly know as a racing suit, with the Cronenberg School for Girls crest on the left hip. They shall be kept clean and in good repair at all times.

Uniform Miscellany

• 68. Students may purchase their shoes, socks and underwear at any outlet. The School will provide a list of local merchants who carry items that meet its standards, on request; however, this is provided to the student only as information and the student is under no obligation to purchase from any of the listed retailers.

• 69. Students may purchase skirts, blazers, ties, hats, sports shirts, sports shorts and swimsuits from the School. These items are provided on a cost plus basis. Students are responsible for ensuring that they have an adequate supply of all items to allow them to remain in uniform while items are being cleaned or mended.

• 70. Boarding students may wear an opaque nightshirt or pajamas to bed. A student who is correctly attired for sleep shall not be considered to be out of uniform during the night, or when in bed due to illness. A student who is rising or preparing for bed, shall not be considered to be out of uniform at that time. A student in the process of changing uniforms, for example for physical education, shall not be considered to be out of uniform.

• 71. A student who is involved in a dramatic presentation may wear a costume for dress rehearsals and for the actual presentation, and shall not be deemed to be out of uniform at that time. However, the student will change into the costume as close to the start of the presentation or rehearsal as possible, and will change back into full uniform as soon as possible after the presentation or rehearsal.

Only after she had studied these regulations for hours did Portia finally get the first glimmerings of an idea, but she went to sleep Sunday night with a self-righteous smile on her lips.

Monday and Tuesday morning passed without incident, but Portia dawdled over her dessert, and the bell for her first afternoon class rang while she was still in the cafeteria. She hurried to her class, but obviously entered late. Miss Finch asked for her blouse.

"I'm sorry I can't do that, but that would put me out of uniform, which is a serious offence. I can't allow myself to be placed in jeopardy." The teacher considered this for a minute, then gave the rest of the class a short assignment, and guided Portia to the headmistress' office.

She reported what had happened to her superior, and waited. The headmistress looked at Portia who repeated her theory that removing an item of clothing would put her in conflict with Regulation 60, and open her to further punishment.

"This seems to be becoming a habit with you. Once again you are taking an interpretation that you know is not the one that the school uses, and once again I find no hole in your logic. Just one warning. Don't try to take advantage of this or you may find yourself in real trouble. Now get back to class."

As Portia left with Miss Finch, she did not see the sardonic smile on the face of the headmistress. If she had, she might not have had quite such a smirk on her face as she fell asleep that night.

The next morning Portia was up and ready as usual, but when the warning bell rang, she continued to walk slowly to her first class, disdaining rushing like the others around her. She was just ten seconds late, but Miss Finch asked for her shirt. Portia was astounded that the very teacher who had failed to punish her yesterday would try again today.

"You know I can't do that. We just discussed it yesterday."

"I'm sorry, Miss Fraser, but you will have to remove your blouse, because..."

"Didn't you hear me? I can't do that, I said," the youngster interrupted.

"Interrupting me is very impolite. That will cost you your bra. Now, as I was saying, you will have to remove your blouse and bra..."

"Are you deaf or just stupid? I told you why I can't do that. We worked it all out yesterday."

"That will be your skirt as well, my dear, but I think it is time we went to see the headmistress," was the only reply from the teacher, who once again gave a brief assignment to the class and steered Portia to the office.

The headmistress looked questioningly at the teacher, who just nodded twice. Portia was too involved in marshaling her ideas to notice this little byplay.

"Did you check the notice board this morning, Portia?" Portia was so surprised at this question, that she could only shake her head. "In that case you had better look at this memo that was posted this morning."

Portia took the sheet and read the body of the memo.

The board of directors has passed the following change to the regulations:

Regulation 146 is amended by replacing the phrase "the same item or items" with the words "the equivalent item or items".

Therefore, effective immediately, the affected Regulation reads as follows:

• 146. If a change of uniform is required while a punishment is in progress, the student shall, in donning the new uniform, leave off the equivalent item or items that she was required to remove for punishment.

Portia dropped the sheet back on the desk.

"I believe that should take care of your quibble from Friday. For the purposes of punishment shorts and a skirt are equivalent as their removal exposes approximately the same area. I wanted to be sure you knew of the change. Now, what happened today?"

The teacher recounted the earlier encounter, and Portia conceded that the account was accurate.

"Because of your quibble last week, I managed to schedule an emergency meeting to consider Regulation changes necessitated by the new punishments. When you chose to make your stand yesterday, I had plenty of time to add it to the agenda. After the Board passed the motion you have read, they also passed the following." With these words, she passed the young girl another sheet of paper. Portia scanned the sheet, and learned that the Board had added a new regulation. She skipped the rest and concentrated on the regulation itself.

• 163. No student shall be considered to be out of uniform only because she has removed an item or items of clothing as a punishment. Notwithstanding anything to the contrary in these regulations, if a student is wearing all the items required for the full uniform except for the items removed as punishment, the remaining items being worn are that student's full uniform for the period of the punishment.

"As you can see, this fully addresses your worry about being out of uniform, so there is no reason not to accept the punishment for tardiness. Please remove your blouse immediately."

Portia could not think of a reply, so she slowly removed her blazer and laid it on the desk. Her tartan tie followed, then she slowly unbuttoned the white blouse, pulled it out of her skirt's waistband, undid the buttons on the cuffs and gently slid it off her arms biting her lip as she did so. She felt the coolness of the morning air on her bared skin.

Catherine the Great, Chapter 24 - Portia's Tale Concludes

Portia stood in front of the headmistress, her blazer, tie and blouse on the headmistress's desk. It was not just the cool air that caused her to shiver; she would have to attend class like this; quite unthinkable.

"When your teacher tried to explain to you why you were required to obey, you interrupted her. The school tries to ensure that the students will be polite, and we do not countenance deliberate rudeness. The punishment of losing your bra was assessed. I agree that this punishment is reasonable. Your bra, please."

Portia reached behind her back and unhooked the simple cotton bra. Slowly she slipped the shoulder straps down her arms, holding the bra in lace in front of her body. She was a very shy girl, one who never let her body be seen, and now she was removing her bra in front of other people for the second time in a week. As she thought of spending the next hour with her naked titties exposed to the rest of the class, tears welled up in her eyes, but she knew arguing would just make things worse. Taking a deep breath, she let the bra slide down her arms, then dropped in on top of her blouse on the desk. She blushed as she stood, breasts bared to the cool air, nipples hardening from the draft in the office. Somehow, this was even more embarrassing than the phys. ed. class. At least there was a long tradition of athletes competing naked; she knew that the very word gymnasium came from the Greek word for naked or nude, so there was a certain acceptability about doing gymnastics topless; but standing bare-breasted here in the office and sitting topless in class, there was nothing right about that. She blushed a deeper red.

"Very good, Miss Fraser. Finally, you not only interrupted again, but with the phrase 'Are you deaf or just stupid?' you were being most insulting to you teacher. For this she assessed a punishment as well. Are you sure, Miss Finch, that this punishment is sufficient?"

Portia blanched at the question. Things were becoming very serious.

"I think it is sufficient for the interruption, but because of the insult, I was going to add an extra class to her punishment, making it two full periods, instead of one." Portia's second class was at the far end of the building from her first; she shivered at the thought of walking through the crowded halls wearing just her panties. "However, since a considerable part of the current period will have passed before the punishment begins, I would suggest it continue until noon." Portia could not believe her ears, this punishment was far worse than she had ever imagined. If only she had kept her temper in check; if only she had listened to Miss Finch instead of being such a know-it-all.

"A very reasonable proposal, Miss Finch. Miss Fraser, please remove your skirt. You understand that your teacher has extended the punishment until noon, and that you may not resume these items of clothing until then."

Tears welling up in her eyes again, Portia slowly undid the button at the skirt's waist, and slid the short zipper down. A gentle push and the dress puddled around her feet. She bent over, picked it up and dropped it on the desk on top of her other clothing. She reached down and adjusted her panties, the sole remaining protection of her modesty. At least these people and her classmates would not be able to see the shape or shadow of her pussy under these panties; she had been so ashamed of that display that she had shaved her pussy Sunday night and repeated it last night, so she was now smooth down there, no bulging bush could be seen. Even more important, all her classes this morning had female teachers, no men would see her shameful nudity. Phys. ed. wasn't until third period in the afternoon, and first period after lunch was her only other male teacher.
Portia stood in the office, naked but for her white panties, her eyes brimming with tears, dreading the rest of the morning; how could she attend class like this?

"You understand the punishment you are receiving, and why you are receiving it?" Portia nodded in reply to the headmistress' question, unwilling to trust her voice. "Do you agree that the punishment is fair and legal according to all the regulations of the school."

"Y... Yes, ma'am," she managed to stammer out. She found that she felt far more vulnerable standing here in only her panties than she had before when she was fully clothed. She realized that she would have had great difficulty in arguing her side of the case, even if she could have thought of an excuse. Under the steady stare of the headmistress, she was becoming most uncomfortable. She actually wanted to get back to her class, even if that meant sitting naked but for panties when everybody else was fully clothed. Anything would be better than just standing here like this.

The headmistress studied Portia carefully. The young girl was only fourteen, but she had always managed to give the impression she was older. Standing in front of the desk wearing only shoes, white socks, and plain white panties, she looked even younger than her age, although her firm breasts were large enough to suggest she might be older. The headmistress studied the round face, framed by shoulder length brown hair; a little baby fat was still evident; the soulful deep brown eyes were brimming with tears; her whole demeanor was a study in dismay. With those wide eyes and the quivering lip, that face could pass for twelve.

The young face melted the headmistress. She considered leaving the punishments as they were, a half day nude but for panties would certainly teach this girl a lesson. The head had noticed that she was shy; she had received the reports that the youngster would dash back to the living quarters to shower alone, rather than share the communal shower in the locker room. She was certainly going to feel the next three hours exposure, probably more than most other girls.

The headmistress steeled herself. She could not do that; it would be unfair to Portia, unfair to the other students, unfair to herself. Already she had reports that other students were planning to refuse to accept punishments. She had to indicate to everybody that appeals, while available, should only be used when the punishment was totally out of line with the offence, something that had never been true with Portia's appeals. No, she had acted wilfully even after a strong warning, she must take the full consequences of those actions.

"You understand that if you had checked the notice board, you would have known that the original punishment, loss of your blouse for one period, was fully legal."

Portia nodded. She was about to suggest that it would be fairer if they were given more time to study the changes when the headmistress continued. Portia decided it would not be politic to interrupt her.

"You also understand, I hope, that Miss Finch tried to explain the changes to you, and only your actions prevented it." Portia gulped and nodded once again. "Since you appealed a penalty you admit was fair, and that you would have known was legal but for your wilful actions, I have no choice but to consider this a frivolous appeal. Do you understand?"

Portia shivered at those words; she remembered a phrase that the regulations used in conjunction with them: "additional and severe punishment". "Yes, ma'am, I understand." She knew that to attempt to argue know would be worse that useless -- far worse.

"Please remove your panties."

Portia could not believe it. She would have to spend the morning, not topless, but totally naked. Her stomach churned, but she could not see any way out of it. Her hands moved to the side of her white cotton panties, her thumbs hooked the waistband at each side and slid them down over her hips, over her thighs, almost to her knees, where she let them drop and they fell to her feet. She stepped out of them, one foot at a time, then crouched down to pick them up. Blushing scarlet all over, she dropped her last vestige of modesty onto the growing pile of clothes. She could not believe that she, who had almost never been naked in front of others, even in communal showers, was now standing in the office totally naked. Her classmates would soon be seeing her like this as well. The draft made her shiver, and reminded her just how naked she was. She blanched as she realized that the rest of the school would be seeing not only her bare arse, but because she had shaved, they would be seeing her virginal lips as well. This private area had always been hidden from strangers. The few times she had used the showers in the locker rooms, those lips were hidden by the mass of hair, the hair she had so willingly removed. The voice of the headmistress brought her back to the present.

"I want you to understand that your insistence on twisting the regulations was totally unwarranted. You have wasted not only your own time, but mine and that of your teachers and your fellow students. Since, moreover, I specifically warned you yesterday not to try to take advantage of the rules, and you totally ignored that advice, I will not give you the full day I would normally assign, but shall make it a full 48 hours. That would be this time Friday morning, but since you might not have time to change between classes and I don't want you wasting any more time, the punishment will last until noon Friday. Do you understand?"

Portia nodded automatically. She understood only too well. She could not believe it, but she understood. She would be naked in all her classes. She would be walking the halls for two and a half days with nothing to cover her. She would eat in the cafeteria naked, not once but six times, and two were noon meals, the most crowded. The whole school would see her white breasts, her eraser-sized nipples. She would have two phys. ed. classes, and this week was track and field. They would be outdoors. She imagined running around the track naked, or the hurdles, her pussy and buttocks on display with each jump. Mr. Spalling, a man, would be able to see her most intimate parts in the most blatant display. Worse still, that area was visible from the road; passing motorists would see her displayed as she tried the high jump. She could not do this. Tears overflowed her eyes, coursed down her cheeks. All this on top of sitting in every class totally naked, her bare buttocks on the hard wooden seats, her naked pussy always visible to the students closest to her, her bare breasts visible to half the class.

"You may return to your class, Miss Finch. But first a warning. You know it is against the regulations to try to cover up, or to avoid activities. If you do either, the punishment will be severe. The most likely punishment is a doubling of the time, but you could receive more. Also, remember that the punishment extends to night clothes. You must sleep naked, although being under the bedclothes does not constitute covering up. Now go back to your class, and try not to waste our time any more."

Portia was sobbing as she left the office with Miss Finch. She was shivering as she walked down the hall naked, the first student ever to have to do so, and she would be doing it for over two days. The tears continued to run as the cool air on her skin kept her aware of her nakedness, of her shame.

"After that warning, you had better be sure you are not late for tomorrow's ceremony."

Portia couldn't understand Miss Finch's remark for a minute, but as she stepped into the classroom she remembered. The chorus of oh's distracted her for a minute. She realized that she had left fully clothed, with only the three items in jeopardy and she had returned stark naked. She felt the seventeen pairs of eyes gazing at her firm young breasts, the nipples hard from the cool air; she felt seventeen pairs of eyes devouring her shaved pussy, her naked, exposed lips. The whispers of "shaved" and "smooth" that she caught embarrassed her even further.

As she took her seat, she again thought on her teacher's remark. Oh God! Tomorrow and Friday were open house. On these two days, anybody who was interested could come to the school to see it in action. Naturally, this consisted primarily of parents of current and prospective students. And Portia was sure that this year she would be a major part of the tour, an example of how punishments were applied.

And then the ceremony. Fifteen minutes before the first class on open house days, the School held a flag raising ceremony on the front lawn. Not only was she in the choir, but she was to lead the Pledge of Allegiance. She would be partially shielded in the choir by the other choristers, but for the pledge she would have to walk to the front of the dias, naked; stand straight and tall, and totally naked; place her hand on her breast, on her naked breast; recite the pledge in a firm voice, totally naked, while the chorus stared at her buttocks, her naked buttocks, and the entire student body stared at her breasts, her naked beasts, and at her pussy, naked as never before. And, oh God, there were sure to be strangers there, strange adults staring at her nudity displayed up on the stage expressly for their staring eyes, at her naked breasts and bare pussy. Portia shuddered at the thought of this. And she would have to do it not once, but twice.

She would die of embarrassment. There was no way she could live through this. And suddenly she realized that was true. She would not live through this. She was the first student to be stripped naked as a punishment. Her name would live on in infamy as the first naked Cronenberg student. Worse still, hers was a lengthy punishment. There might never be another girl that received a stripping that had to last two and a half days. She would be remembered for that, too.

As long as she was at the School, her punishment would continue, she would be branded as the first naked student. Even after she left, her name and punishment would live on as long as Cronenberg continued. She shivered as she turned her attention, or at least most of it to Miss Finch, trying unsuccessfully to ignore the hard seat on her naked flesh, the cool air on her bare skin, the whispers and stares of the other students. This was going to be an extremely long two and a half days.

Catherine the Great, Chapter 25 - The Awful Truth

"And that is the tale of Portia Fraser." Jackie finished the story, and looked out at the cast and crew of her production, sitting in the front rows of the auditorium. Miss Copoletta was also seated there, although she was not looking as puzzled as the students. Most of the cast was already in costume, but Catherine Higgins was being punished and was naked but for shoes and socks.

"I know you have heard her name before, but I don't think most of you knew the details of her story, only that she was the first naked student, and that her punishment lasted for three days total, since she committed another offence. Most of you probably knew that she was naked during the two days of an open house, but I have now told the story in detail for a reason."

The students looked blankly at their director, sitting on the front of the stage, her heels lightly tapping the front of it for about a minute.
"Ohmigod!" Suzy exclaimed. "Ohmigod! The new regulation." Suzy was a very bright sixteen-year-old.

"Precisely. Catherine, list everything that makes up your full uniform." Jackie was smiling as she said this, but surprisingly, the smile was gentle, not malicious.

Catherine, who had been drifting in the past, empathizing with poor Portia, snapped back to reality, and rhymed off the list everybody knew so well. "Black shoes, white socks, white panties, white bra, white blouse, tartan skirt, tartan tie and blue blazer."

Jackie was about to contradict her when she realized that the truth coming from a close friend might seem less harsh, so she just turned her head and said, "Suzy?"

"No, Catherine. Ohmigod. No. It's that regulation she read. I don't remember the exact words but it says that during a punishment, whatever is left after removing the punishment clothes is your uniform. Ohmigod, Catherine. Your full uniform is shoes and socks. Period. You are wearing your full, complete uniform, right now!"

A buzz of shock and horror rose from the assembled students. Catherine was too stunned to make a sound. She was trying to assimilate what Suzy had just said. She was currently wearing her full uniform. And Jackie had said she would be wearing her full uniform on stage.

"You mean.. My costume..." She looked at Jackie as she tried to stammer out a question.

"Exactly. After your punishment was extended, I assured you that you would be wearing your full uniform, as that was the agreed costume. I did not want you to worry longer than necessary, so I did not explain what "full uniform" actually means to you at the moment, even though I was fairly sure you did not understand the phrase correctly."

"I'll be on stage, in front of... like..." Catherine had turned to Miss Copoletta, the most sympathetic of all the teachers, certain that she would find a way out of this.

"We checked with the headmistress, Catherine," the teacher replied gently, "to be sure that the interpretation was correct. She agreed that it is correct, and we have no choice. Her exact words were 'You are right. I really don't like it, but there is nothing I can do about it.' You made the choice of costume when you broke the rules. Your own actions caused full uniform to be shoes and socks, and now you must accept the consequences of those actions." Although the words were hard, the were delivered in the kindest, gentlest tone, and Catherine only felt loved, not betrayed.

But Catherine was still in shock. She had been exposed a lot so far, but only to relatively small groups. The largest would have been either the church or the photography exhibit, and neither would have been over a hundred people. Now she had just been told that she was about to be exposed to over two thousand people, and for a long time as well. She blushed at the thought, and blushed even deeper as she realized how aroused the concept was making her, she felt her nipples hardening and her vagina starting to lubricate.

Jackie noticed the girl's flush, and also noted the nipples pop out. She had been right, this girl was going to give one hell of a performance tomorrow night. "Are you ready to rehearse, Catherine?", she asked gently, and was pleased to see the other girl nod after a moment's reflection. "Better get into makeup right now. We need you almost five minutes before anyone else, and this is our last chance to check your appearance under the lights." Catherine nodded and quickly headed backstage, followed by Frankie, the makeup girl. The rest of the cast followed slowly, chatting among themselves, very surprised at this turn of events.

When Catherine reached the makeup room which was actually one end of the changing room, Frankie had her stand with feet apart and hands at her side, and looked her over carefully.

"The cream I used when I gave you that trim lasts longer than shaving, but the little bit that's grown back might just show up under the stage lights. I don't have the cream here, but I'll fix that up before the show." Catherine shivered at the idea of Frankie touching her private parts again, and sat in the makeup chair at Frankie's command.

Frankie applied makeup to Catherine's face, and the glitter to her hair and two minutes later Catherine was ready, and the rehearsal began.
During the rehearsal, Catherine saw Frankie and Jackie talking several times, but, of course, could not hear what was being said. Everyone knew their lines, and all three acts went without a hitch.

"Excellent!" cried Jackie. "OK everybody, Curtain tomorrow night is at eight o'clock sharp, we leave here at 6:15 to be sure the crew has plenty of time to set up. Everyone eat a good supper and be here in the auditorium at six sharp tomorrow night. Sleep well tonight."

Catherine surprised herself, by taking Jackie's advice and sleeping like a log. Friday's classes passed uneventfully, as uneventfully as they could for a naked girl. She and Suzy shared a table in the cafeteria, the two stars of tonight's performance, and chatted about everything but the play. Suzy was pretty sure Catherine would prefer not to think about what was soon to happen.

At six o'clock sharp, the two girls slipped into the auditorium, surprised they were that last ones there. Suddenly Suzy had an idea, and confirmed it with one of the other students; it was indeed Catherine's predicament that had caused such an early turnout, at least of the stagehands. During the play, the stagehands reset the stage, and are visible from the audience. Since they wore their uniforms as costumes, they did not want to be punished for tardiness, and have their costume reduced.

Fifteen minutes later, everyone was on the bus, and it was heading for the highway. Suzy had inveigled Catherine into the right front seat, and she sat beside her. With Miss Copoletta in the aisle seat just behind the driver, they were seated just as they were for the last bus trip to the city. Suzy pointed out the similarity to Catherine, noting that the only difference was that today she was clothed and Catherine was the naked one. She was surprised when this brought a blush to Catherine's cheek; she had thought that Catherine would have been more hardened to her nudity by now. The two chattered the whole way to the theater; another reflection of the previous trip.

The bus pulled into the area reserved for busses at the front of the theater. The city had created this special area because of the number of times there was a tour bus or two bringing groups to see a special play; having a place for them to park cut down on the traffic jams. Jackie was first out of the bus, but Miss Copoletta insisted the two stars hurry, so they were next off the bus with her. Poor Catherine knew that they would be entering by the stage entrance and realized that this meant walking past the brilliantly lit front entrance and the equally bright ticket sales area, where there were at least as many people tonight as there had been on Sunday afternoon. Catherine blushed again at the catcalls and whistles from the crowd.

The truck that had been hired to bring the costumes, along with Ellie and her assistant, started to pull out of the lane just as the girls entered. Catherine found herself spotlighted by the headlights, and was not surprised when the truck waited until they had arrived at the stage door before actually leaving.

The same old man who had been there on Sunday was here tonight. He thanked his lucky stars that the usual doorman was on vacation this week. He gazed at the naked youngster, and wondered if it were possible that she would be performing as naked tonight as she had been before. He could not believe it was possible; he had found out about Cronenberg's policies over the past few days and understood punishments, but also knew costumes were an exception.

Catherine and Suzy just ignored him, and headed immediately to the dressing room, followed by the rest of the girls. They found Ellie and her assistant checking the costumes, touching up the odd one with an iron.

Frankie and her assistants were the last ones into the dressing room, as each was carrying a large, heavy makeup case. As soon as she had set herself up in the center makeup area, each of the assistants taking a table to the side of her, Frankie walked to a solid four foot square table at one side of the room and called Catherine over. She had the naked girl sit on the table, slide to the back, then place her feet flat at the front corners. She then placed a gooseneck lamp on the table right next to Catherine's left foot, aimed directly at her exposed pussy. While she walked over to her makeup case and back with a small pair of scissors, Catherine sat blushing and remembering how the last time that Frankie had trimmed her down there, she had insisted that not even the two others in the game could watch, and now she had dozens of people gazing at her, including those two, all interested in watching the touch-up. Frankie cut only a few stray hairs, but took her time checking the area. Catherine could not help becoming very turned on as Frankie's hands gently touched her genital area, holding the hair aside, pressing the lips to allow her to cut a stray hair.

Once again Frankie headed to her case and back, this time bringing a bottle of hair remover. Catherine wondered for a moment why she had not brought it over with the scissors, then decided it must be to extend her exposure. She found she wasn't annoyed; she was humiliated and aroused. When she returned, Frankie slathered the remover on Catherine's lips, the gentle rubbing motion arousing the naked girl even more. She followed this up by very carefully smoothing it around the edges of the heart of hair. Then she pulled a small kitchen timer out of her pocket and set it for fifteen minutes.

"Now just sit here and don't move. We don't want any of the cream to get into the heart, and if you move it may, particularly if you close your legs. Understand?" Catherine just nodded, and Frankie headed over to her makeup area, and called for the Belligerent Man at Back of Auditorium. Since the girl had to be made up as a man, and had to be seated in the audience before the show began, Frankie wanted to do her first.

As she sat on the table, her legs spread in a right angle, Catherine was gasping with emotion. Frankie's touches and the tingling caused by the thick cream were driving her crazy. Her breasts were heaving, nipples hard, and hardening even more as she found herself the focus of most of the unoccupied girls, those who were not actually being made up. Since Frankie had left the light on, her open slit was totally visible to all eyes.

Catherine the Great, Chapter 26 -Preparation

When the timer dinged, every eye in the room that was not already focused on the nude figure on the table turned to her. Frankie was just putting the final dusting of power on another male character; in less than a minute she had finished him and hurried back to the table. She used an old table knife to scrape most of the cream away from the edges of the heart of hair, but left most on the lips.

"OK. Slide off the table, Catherine, we have to go rinse that off. Make sure you keep your feet well apart." As Catherine did that, leaving behind a small puddle, Frankie headed back to her makeup table to pick up a large plastic cup, washcloths and a bar of hotel soap. She then led the naked girl out and along the hall. She opened a door marked janitor, and Catherine saw a very large closet, filled with cleaning supplies, with a deep square sink with the tall faucet on it. Frankie quickly adjusted the taps for a stream of warm water, and told Catherine to sit on the sink with her legs on either side. Frankie used her fingers to scrape most of the cream off the lips of the exposed girl.

The doorman had been looking into the hall every couple of minutes, hoping for a sight of one of the young ladies, and when he glimpsed the open door, he decided to investigate. He arrived while Frankie was wetting the washcloth under the faucet. In order to do this more easily, she had moved to the side of the sink; so he was greeted by the sight of a naked girl directly in front of him; two of the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen pointed directly at him, the nipples jutting out, and, since her legs were spread so her knees pointed in opposite directions her lips were visible under a brilliant red pussy in the shape of a heart. He was seeing the same girl as Sunday, but he had never seen her so exposed before. He cleared his throat reflexively, and Catherine's eyes sprang open and she gasped as she saw the old man staring at her. She blushed scarlet as she realized just how exposed she was to him, but after a week naked, she made absolutely no move to cover herself, the automatic twitch of the hands toward her naked pussy had by now been suppressed.

"I'm sorry," offered Frankie, as she soaped up the cloth. "We'll be out of here in just a minute. We just have to be sure we get all this cream off." With those words she rubbed the soapy cloth along Catherine's pulsing slit. Catherine gasped with emotion as the slick cloth slid back and forth over her tender lips, her breasts bobbing as her lungs filled and emptied.

The motion fascinated the old man, whose eyes locked on the shivering mounds. "No hurry. I just have to check out any open doors or unusual activities." He struggled hard, and managed somehow to keep his voice under control, but he was not as lucky with another part of his body. He was just grateful that he was wearing loose trousers and a long jacket.

Frankie continued to soap the entire pubic area, then filled the plastic cup and splashed the water on Catherine's pussy to remove the soap. She then soaped up the cloth again, and once again scrubbed Catherine's pussy, being sure to arouse her as much as possible. She smiled at the way she was exposing the girl to this stranger. If Jackie was right, this would turn her on, and make her performance tonight even better. And under the school rules there was nothing Catherine could do about it.

As Frankie started to pour clean water onto her pussy, Catherine kept glancing at the old man standing in the doorway, his eyes locked on her nudity. His eyes seldom strayed from her open slit, but occasionally he looked up to her breasts, particularly when her gasps caused them to shimmy. She was embarrassed by her blatant exposure, but aroused as well, and Frankie's bare hand, rubbing the water into her skin, was increasing that arousal, particularly when she rinsed her sensitive lips.

"I think I've got it all, but I have to be sure. Can you shine your flashlight here?" Frankie asked the staring man. He immediately unhooked the light from his belt and shone it directly on the naked quim in front of him. Frankie picked up a dry washcloth, and quickly dried Catherine's stomach and the heart of hair, and finally between her legs. She was sure that Catherine was almost ready to climax, as she spoke to the doorman. "I can't see any of that cream left, can you?" The old man shook his head. "Please look closely. I must be sure I have it all."

He gulped and crouched down in front of Catherine, his face only about a foot from her private parts, his flashlight illuminating that very private area. Catherine felt an approaching climax. She had never been examined this closely, except possibly by a doctor. And one of the two examiners was male. She tried to think of something else, something less sexy, but the feel of the edge of the sink against her thighs kept reminding her just how wide she was pulled, just how exposed she was.

"That side feels clean and dry," Frankie continued as she ran her fingers from the base of the triangle up the left side. "The top is, as well." The fingers continued their circuit of the heart, right back to the point at the bottom. "As is this side." She then slid three fingers between Catherine's legs, one on each lip, with the middle finger sliding along just inside her virginal slit. "All clean here, too," Frankie murmured, but the statement was drowned by a long shuddering moan. Catherine had found that last caress just too much, and she climaxed.

The doorman could not believe his good fortune, as the naked girl leaned back till her head rested against the concrete wall, and orgasmed. Her body twitched, her breasts bounced, and her vaginal lips, only a foot from his staring eyes, opened and closed, becoming red and flushed.

As Catherine slowly got herself under control, her blushes turned the sex flush across her chest even redder. This was the first orgasm she had ever had that was caused by somebody else, and that person had been a girl. Even worse, she had climaxed only inches from a man's face. The double humiliation increased the blush.

Frankie turned off the faucet, gave Catherine's newly moistened pussy lips an extra wipe to dry them, stuffed the soap and washcloths into the cup, and said, "Come on, Catherine, you're ready to be made up. Thank you for your help, sir."

"It was my pleasure, miss," the doorman replied as he straightened up; it was a phrase he had often used, but never had he meant it as truly as he did tonight.

Catherine moved off the sink and gratefully brought her legs together. While she was still naked under a strange man's eyes, at least she was not so brutally displayed. As she stepped out into the hall, Frankie checked that the faucet was properly closed, then stepped into the hall herself, carefully closing the door of the janitor's closet. Frankie grabbed Catherine's hand, nodded good-bye to the doorman, and led the nude girl back to the dressing room.

The doorman stood where he was, watching the bare buns undulate down the hall. He could not believe his luck today. Then it struck him. If they were trimming the pussy hair so carefully, her costume must be either very tiny or nonexistent. He definitely had to find a way to catch her on stage. Timing wouldn't be much of a problem; as he remembered the rehearsal, she was on stage almost the entire play.

Frankie guided Catherine directly to her makeup table, and immediately applied the makeup to her face. Catherine kept her eyes closed until she felt Frankie hold her left breast, and something start rubbing on her nipple. When she glanced down, she saw that left nipple was being shaded far redder than her natural color. It seemed odd to see nipples of such different shades. She was surprised at this new bit of makeup which had not been done before, and she asked what was going on.

"You were being washed out by the stage lights yesterday, and we want them to match your hair and lipstick," Frankie replied as she started to color Catherine's right nipple. "I increased the makeup on your face as well."

Catherine looked in the mirror for the first time. She had known that Frankie was using basically street makeup, as she was also going to be seen off stage in it, but tonight it was far heavier than ever before. Darkened, thickened eyebrows, heavy eyeshadow, bright lipstick and rouged cheeks gave her what she could only call a very tarty look. She knew that it would look fine on stage, but shuddered at the thought of all those people seeing her off stage. That makeup along with her nudity would definitely brand her as a floozy.

Frankie had finished her breasts, and dusted her hair with the glitter carefully combing it in. Once that was done she turned Catherine's chair around so it was facing away from the mirror. Catherine was just preparing to rise when Frankie squatted in front of her and dusted her pubic hair. She had Catherine spread her legs wide again as she combed the glitter powder into the red heart. Catherine found the wide spread exhibition was no less humiliating the third time than it had been the first. She could see her fellow students still grabbing quick looks at her privates, and her deep blush was visible even under her makeup. Frankie explained that she and Jackie had agreed that the glitter gave her hair tremendous highlights, but made the pubic hair look dull; they had decided at last night's rehearsal to use the glitter on it as well, so that it would shimmer like the rest of her hair. Catherine gulped at these words. She knew that the eye was attracted by light and movement; the glitter would attract the audience attention to where she least wanted it. But the makeup was soon over, and Catherine moved over to a couch and sat there trying to relax until it was time to begin.

Just as Ellie came over to her and fastened the watch pendant around her neck, she saw the three girls who speak from the audience leave to take their places and knew there could only be a couple of minutes left before the start of the play, as Jackie had always insisted that these people should take their seats as late as possible. She remembered watching the Belligerent Man being made up while the depilatory was working, but the only one of the three girls that she had recognized was her nemesis, Jenny.

Jenny remembered how well Frankie had done in making her up as a boy, but she preferred the part she now had: Lady in a Box. She had been made up to look like woman in her late 30's and would be sitting, not at the back of the auditorium, but in a box close to the stage from which she would be seeing every moment of Catherine's embarrassment from the perfect vantage point. She smiled as she headed to the lobby; she knew she was going to enjoy this performance.

Catherine the Great, Chapter 27 - Act 1

As Jackie led Catherine from the dressing room, they heard Suzy's voice call out to her friend, "Break a leg, Catherine." Catherine was grateful for the good wishes, as she was feeling extremely nervous. Her stomach was churning even worse as the two girls stood in the wings, as close to the stage as was possible. Since the curtain was up, the noise of the entering audience, which is normally muffled, reached their ears unabated, indicating to Catherine that there was a sizable audience waiting to see her, to see all of her.

Jackie glanced at her watch, then picked up the intercom phone to the lighting booth. "We are starting in exactly one minute from now." She slipped back beside Catherine. "We will be starting at exactly one minute past eight, in just thirty seconds." She put her arm around Catherine's shoulder and squeezed her supportively. "Now, go!"

Catherine took a deep breath, smiled, picked up one of the tables there and carried it out onto the stage, placing it stage left. She was looking down as she walked out, but as she put the table down she saw part of the auditorium, and not an empty seat was visible. As she walked back to the wings, she continued to hear gasps in the audience, and the murmur of talk decreased as people noticed the actress on stage. She picked up the three stacked chairs and carried them down stage to the table. The chairs were less awkward to carry than the table, so she walked with her head up, and wherever she looked in the brightly lit auditorium she saw only faces, all staring at her; almost every seat was filled, and there were still a few people being led down to these seats by the ushers. She unstacked the chairs, setting each one carefully in its place at the table.

"She's naked!" "Is she nude?" "Wearing a body stocking." "I can see her asshole." "God, how can she be nude?" She caught these shocked expressions, as well as simple gasps, as she walked back for the next table. She carried this one across the stage to place it opposite the one that was already there, then placed three chairs by it as well. The fact that the house lights were still on seemed to give the audience permission to chatter, and the comments on her lack of costume continued. Finally, she carried out the bench and placed it stage left, just as the house lights started to go down. From the bench she walked at an angle to the very front of the stage, then over to the proscenium pillar stage right. She stood there, leaning on the proscenium arch facing the audience, watching the last few people being guided to their seats through the increasing darkness. She knew that one of these was a friend of Jackie's who had deliberately entered late at the director's request, an unnecessary precaution this time. The auditorium was fully darkened by the time the last of these was seated, but she waited until the ushers reached the back of the room before she began her first line, working hard to keep her voice under control as she thought of the two thousand people staring at her brightly lit nude body. She could feel all those eyes on her, and her nipples hardened even more as the play began.

"This play is called 'Our Town'." Even after all the rehearsals naked, it was hard to believe that she was standing right at the front of the stage, only a couple of yards from the nearest audience members. She took a deep breath. "It was written by Thornton Wilder; produced by the Cronenberg School for Girls; directed by Miss Jackie Keaton." The fact that she was using the participants real names in this speech drove home to her that her name was printed in the little program that was handed out; she would not just be an anonymous body seen nude by these people, each one would know just who she was. "In it you will see Miss Suzy O'Brien..." As she continued with the list of characters, she felt her heart lighten a bit just from the name of her friend; it brought back to her that she was not alone. Continuing her monologue, she moved back upstage, turning and walking to the back of the stage, knowing this exposed her naked buns to the audience. She turned back to them and continued to describe Grover's Corners, walking back towards the front but moving from one side of the stage to the other. Then she was level with the tables for a bit, and then back in front of the proscenium pillar. She would be spending much of the play standing here, at the very front of the stage, the position that most exposed her to the audience. She felt herself becoming still more aroused at the thought of all the eyes currently focused on her nakedness; her nipples tightening even more, her pussy becoming moister and moister.

She continued her speech, trying to keep her emotions under control, but when the time came to look at her watch, her hand twitched as she raised the pendant causing her arm to catch under her breast and brush it up. She looked at the watch, nodded, held it to her ear, nodding again and smiling, but actually quivering inside as she realized that the bouncing motion of her breast was proving to many of the audience that it was unconfined, that she truly was naked. Her pussy was soaking now. Fortunately, only had to deliver a few more lines, then the action was taken up by others. Catherine continued to stand at the proscenium arch, but turned so she was watching the action instead of the audience. There was enough light from the stage that she had been able to see the faces in the front few rows clearly, and now at least she did not have that visual reinforcement of the fact that she was naked in front of a multitude. She knew there was over a page of dialogue; so she allowed her mind to wander from the action. Suzy was adorable as the teenage Emily; her expressions lent the character a mixed air of innocence and sexuality. She looked at the girl playing Rebecca; Frankie's makeup and Ellie's costumes were unbelievable; the teenager looked no older than the required eleven years old. Catherine decided she would have liked to see Emily made up as an eleven-year-old, her friend would have looked adorable, but Emily was the lead.

A cough from the audience brought Catherine's mind back to her present predicament. Now that she was facing the action on stage her red heart and damp lips were no longer visible to the multitude, and her breasts could only be seen by a portion of the audience, and for them only in profile. But her buttocks, her bare arse was totally exposed to the entire audience, and there was no way she could hide herself until...

The children were leaving for school; that was her cue. As the four actresses walked toward the back of the stage, Catherine moved as unobtrusively as possible along the side of the pillar and into the wings. Here, out of sight of the audience, she let herself relax for the first time since the play began. She took deep breaths, her eyes shut tight, trying to calm the emotion in her belly, her breasts heaving with each gasp. Suddenly she felt both her hands held; Suzy was standing in front of her, squeezing her hands supportively.

"God, you were terrific. I watched the entire monologue from the wings. Unbelievable. I don't know how you can do it dressed like this; I know I never could. You were great."

"So were you, Suzy." Both girls jumped at the unexpected whisper. Jackie had just made it to this side of the stage, and had actually congratulated her enemy. The two girls were surprised, and Jackie rose in their esteem. "You were both very good. Just keep it up, and we'll win the competition." Both girls beamed at the praise.

But Catherine's respite was brief. It seemed no time at all had passed before she had to walk briskly back on stage, and continue to describe the town and the action. The first dialogue, with Professor Willard, took place almost dead center on the stage. She was relieved that she had a moment to get used to the exposure again before flaunting her nudity at the front of the stage. Part of her mind admired the makeup job on the Professor; this was another girl made up as a man, and much as she disliked the trick Frankie had pulled on her, Catherine had to admit that she was a genius with the greasepaint.

But after this bit she had to move forward to the Webb 'house', the table downstage left, to call upon Mr. Webb for the next dialogue. This brief colloquy took place centrally but just behind the proscenium. And then it was time for the most worrisome part of the play. Catherine walked to the very front of the stage, and looking out directly at the audience, she asked, "Now, is there anyone in the audience who would like to ask Editor Wood anything about the town." She was terrified that some yahoo would use this chance to put in a question that was not in the play, forcing them to ad lib, or, worse, would ask about her nakedness.

"Is there much drinking in Grover's Corners." The voice of The Woman in the Balcony. Catherine felt a wave of relief. The Belligerent Man followed, and finally the Lady in a Box. This character, played by Jenny, was the only one Catherine could see clearly, and she certainly would not have recognized her enemy in this middle-aged dowager. With this exchange the dangerous portion had ended, and Catherine relaxed a bit, as she started her next monologue, moving to the corner of her pillar as she did so. Soon she was standing with her back almost to the audience again, her naked buns on constant display as she watched the action on stage.

It seemed like time had stopped to her, but eventually her next cue came; and she walked away from the pillar back toward center stage as she halted the action and dismissed the characters. She turned back to the audience, alone on stage again, nothing to draw their eyes away from her nakedness as she began her speech. The stage lights all dimmed except for a spotlight on her, making her feel even more exposed. At one point she glanced down, and her eye was caught by the glitter in her pubic hair, the spotlight enhancing it to a degree she would not have believed possible. She blushed as she realized that her heart of hair would be drawing every eye to her private parts as it sparkled. Finally, the choir began to sing, the lights came up again, and she was able to finish her lines and leave the stage for the second time. Breathing deeply to try to calm herself she hurried to the dressing room, not registering the old man standing in the hall, eyes glowing at the sight of her nudity. Ignoring everyone in the room, she headed immediately to the makeup area and grabbed a handful of tissues. There was no time for modesty so she quickly swiped the tissues up her thighs, and along her vaginal lips, drying the flood of moisture that was there. That scene under the spotlight had almost been too much for her.

She hurried back to the stage, and had to wait in the wings a while before her cue to stroll on. For a change she did not move to the front after giving her line, but stood fairly far upstage and rather off to the left. As George and Rebecca spoke their final dialogue, she started to amble forwards, and was almost level with the tables when the two finished their lines. She picked up a chair from the left table, carried it to the center front of the stage and put it down backwards, the back legs less than six inches from the edge of the stage. She could hardly stand, and she could feel the juices running down her thighs once again. She sat down on it, facing the audience, forcing herself not to let them see her wince from the feel of the cold metal on her naked buns. Her legs were spread wide by the back of the chair, and her naked, open, dripping cunt was visible to the entire audience inside the inverted U of pipe that form the back and legs. She leaned forward so her breasts slid over the cold metal until the back of the chair was firmly pressed against her ribs and her breasts pointed to the people in the balcony.

"That's the end of the First Act, friends. You can go and smoke now, those that smoke, or get yourself a drink," she said in a clear voice as she waved dismissively, and then dropped her hands to her knees, sitting with arms and legs spread wide, staring at the audience haughtily as the lights came up. She was not thinking of the many times she had done the same thing in rehearsal; rather she was thinking that this was even more embarrassing than her exposure to the doorman. The posture was similar, but two thousand people ogling her display was more embarrassing that one man, even if that one had been only a foot away. And it was more arousing. She could feel her the wetness puddling under her buns and her nipples were as hard as they had ever been.

There was no applause, as the audience was too shocked by the brutal exposure, but eventually a couple of the Cronenberg students in the audience started to leave, and most of the rest of the audience followed in a rather dazed state. Catherine did notice that a lot of the males who were at the sides of the auditorium chose for some reason not to exit by the side aisles, but to walk down, across the front of house till they were directly in front of her, and then up the center aisle.

Catherine the Great, Chapter 28 - Intermission

As Catherine sat on the cold metal chair, her tits resting on the back, her hands on her wide-spread knees, she scanned the auditorium, watching the audience slowly file out to the lobby. It seemed like an hour before the stream of men crossing from the side to the center aisle so they could get a closer view of her nudity slowed to a trickle, but Catherine still couldn't see a sign of Jackie at the back of the auditorium. She was beginning to wonder if Jackie had forgotten that she was to give her a signal when it was time to leave the stage when she saw her appear at the back.

Jackie stood there, looking first at the displayed Catherine, and only then around the auditorium. There were still too many people moving to the exit for Catherine to move yet, another two minutes should do it. Jackie wondered if the time so far had seemed to Catherine like the three minutes it actually was since the end of the act. She remembered how time had seemed to slow for her when she was just topless in front of the class, and thought to herself how much longer it might seem for someone totally nude in front of such a crowd of strangers.

Catherine now had her eyes locked on Jackie, for the first time able to ignore the men passing in front of her, but Jackie gave her no sign. As the next hour dragged by, or so it seemed, Jackie simply stood where she was, looking first at Catherine, then at the departing crowd. Finally, Catherine saw Jackie wave at her, and with a sigh of relief, peeled herself off the wet seat. She blushed as she realized that the arousal would be visible on her behind for anyone who looked closely, and she was sure many would. She took a deep breath, walked to the center of the stage and down the steps to the front of house area. She tried to stroll nonchalantly up the center aisle, but her churning stomach made it very hard to keep the look. As she walked up the aisle, she kept her eyes straight ahead, but couldn't help seeing at least the few that were seated by the aisle.

One that caught her eye was a rather corpulent well-dressed man who had just sat thinking for a while, but about the time that Jackie had appeared had pulled a small notebook from his pocket and started to jot something down. He started to put the book away just as she passed him. As she continued to climb the aisle, she heard one of the two girls in Cronenberg uniform sitting behind him ask an embarrassing question, "Did you see her pussy? What's with that heart?" Catherine still found the heart trim a truly embarrassing feature, and so she hurried on, missing the rest of the conversation.

"I'm not sure," relied the other Cronenberg student, "but I did hear something from one of the crew." Mr. Blaufeldt who had leaned forward in order to get up leaned back again with a smile on his face. Jackie had coached these two, and had placed them right behind the theater critic.
"Come on, tell me."

"I can't swear it's true, but I was told they debated for ages about the costume for the stage manager; Some were for simplicity, some were more anxious to suggest that he showed all our emotions, like someone who wears his heart on his sleeve shows his. They thought of a costume with a heart actually sewn on the sleeve, but that was rejected. When the current costume was selected, they thought of a heart tattoo on her arm, but decided it would look too tacky. Finally someone suggested shaping her pussy into a heart shape; this would act as a suggestion that his emotions are visible to all and also that they are central to his being."

"Is that really true."

"Like I said, I can't say for sure, but my source is usually fairly reliable. Anyhow, I'm thirsty. Let's go grab a drink."

As the two girls headed off to the lobby, Mr. Blaufeldt made a quick note in his little book, then headed for the lobby himself.

Meanwhile, Catherine had continued to the top of the aisle and out the main door. Once again she found herself on the landing at the top of the wide marble staircase. She paused a minute as she saw the sea of people in the lobby below and heard the murmur of a thousand voices. Just as she stepped onto the top step, she heard the murmuring lessen. She looked down and realized that someone had seen her and the word was spreading; head after head turned and stared up at her naked form.

She wanted to sneak away, but knew she could not do that. She wanted to walk right beside the stone balustrade, which would at least reduce her exposure a little, but she wouldn't do that either. She steeled herself and swept down the center of the staircase, "like one of the old-time stars entering a ball" as Jackie had phrased it. Of course, those stars were clad in the most beautiful gowns; they didn't have to make their entrance naked.

She was still aroused, and still very embarrassed as she strode off the last step and across to the bar at the other side of the lobby. The crowd parted for her as she swept through them like a ship in a canal. She could not believe that she was walking among this many people, totally nude. She could see the eyes of all the people ahead of her sweeping from her moist pussy to her hardened red nipples and back, and she was sure that there were an equal number of eyes focusing on her naked buns, still damp with her juice from the chair. She blushed at the thought that all of these people could see the unmistakable signs of her shameful arousal.

She reached the bar, and, deciding that she really didn't want a carbonated drink, asked for a Virgin Mary. She was standing at the bar itself, so her pubic area was hidden from sight but she noticed that, even as he efficiently dealt with tomato juice, salt, tabasco, Worcestershire Sauce, and celery, the barman was looking up at the naked breasts that were heaving to the deep breaths she was taking to calm herself. She also knew that her bare buns were visible to the crowd behind.

When the barman handed her the drink she thanked him, then started to mention that her director had arranged to pay later.

"I know of your tab, Miss," he interrupted her, "but this drink is on the house. With my compliments."

She thanked him again, then started to wander around the lobby. She looked at some posters for coming attractions, then noticed she was close to the main entrance. She was feeling very daring for some reason, so she took another swallow of her drink, then stepped out of doors. She was standing on a terrace that ten feet away became the sidewalk, surrounded by dozens of people all smoking cigarettes. She carefully read a large poster for two performances by a visiting orchestra scheduled for tomorrow, the only two by that orchestra this year, while continuing to drink. Surprisingly, she found that standing out here, her embarrassment diminished considerably. After about two minutes, she had finished reading the poster, and headed back into the lobby. She finished her drink, placed the glass on a convenient sill, and started to wend her way through the crowd to the ladies' room. As she passed group after group of chatting people, all of whom seemed able to spare enough attention to stare at her naked body, she found she was becoming more and more aroused as she became more and more embarrassed.

Just as she reached the washroom, she saw the makeup assistant enter the lobby from the backstage area carrying a small makeup case. Catherine knew she would meet her in a minute, so she slipped into the washroom. She was lucky enough to be able to slip into a stall almost immediately to relieve her bladder, and she used the chance to very carefully dry her buttocks and thighs, and of course the area between her thighs. She stepped out of the stall and walked over to a sink to wash her hand. There was quite a crowd of women in the room, and they looked at her with a mixture of expressions; disgust, approval, uncertainty, and most commonly surprise. She could still feel the eyes on her as she washed and dried her hands.

At this point the makeup girl drew her to one of the sinks, and used the light from the mirror to guide her in touching up Catherine's lipstick. Catherine was then bent forward with her hands on the edge of the sink, while the makeup girl used a warm damp cloth to clean the backs of her thighs and her taut buns. Catherine blushed at the knowledge that at least a dozen strangers were party to these very personal ablutions. The girl then used a soft cloth to dry the same area, ending by wiping her still moist slit, and finished up by applying a very light dusting of powder. Catherine then stood and turned so she was facing the crowd and leaning back against the sink. The girl powdered her face and breasts, a very light dusting. Finally, she combed a bit more glitter into Catherine's hair, then squatted down and added more glitter to her pubic hair, working it in with her fingers. Once again Catherine was mortified at the very personal caress, and her blushes showed it. The makeup girl picked up her case and hustled out the door without a word, leaving an embarrassed Catherine to follow more slowly.

Catherine spent the next few minutes strolling as nonchalantly as possible through the mob of attendees. She could see their eyes on her nudity, but simply acted the part of a very haughty lady, and nobody approached her. She had just stopped to read a poster close to the bottom of the steps, when she heard a loud chime, and the lobby lights dimmed for a second. She moved quickly to the bottom of the grand staircase, and was there before the crowd. As she swept up the steps, she could feel the eyes of the entire lobby on her naked buttocks. She knew that her position on the staircase allowed everyone to see her at the same time, unlike the past few minutes, when those close to her blocked the sight from the rest.
She tried to keep emotions in check as she walked through the open doors into the auditorium, but the continued exposure was still causing her stomach to churn, and she knew she had two acts to go. She saw one of the stage hands wearing her full uniform, a full uniform that included skirt, blouse, and jacket, pick up the chair from center stage and place it back behind the table. She wondered if it was still wet. As she walked down the aisle she got the answer. The stagehand returned from the wings with a cloth in her hand, and gave the chair seats a wipe, doing the other five very quickly, but ending with a much longer polish of Catherine's chair.

Catherine blushed again at this further evidence of her arousal as she arrived at the bottom of the aisle and mounted the steps to the stage. She turned left and walked over until she was in front of the pillar again, then sat on the stage with her knees about a foot apart, and her legs hanging over the front of the stage. This was a change that she and Jackie had worked out earlier in the week, so she would not have to stand in front of the pillar during the intermission. She continued to sit there, gazing at the returning audience, until they were back in their seats, and the house lights had dimmed.

Catherine the Great, Chapter 29 - The Play Continues

As the house lights extinguished, she climbed to her feet and started her introductory monologue; at least this wasn't quite as bad as the first act; it was only be about two minutes before there was someone else on stage to take some of the eyes off her, and in another minute they took up the action, and Catherine was able to stand at the pillar, watching the action, thus turning herself three quarters away from the audience. She knew most could only see her arse, although some could see her breasts in profile. She actually found it relatively restful, standing like that for the five pages of dialogue.

Soon, however all the players left the stage, and she had to turn back to the audience to provide more exposition. Whether it was the fact that she was exposing her trimmed pussy again or that she could actually see the people were there, something turned her on again; she felt her nipples hardening, and her pussy moistening.

During most of this speech she stayed facing the audience, but toward the end she stepped to the wings to take the board from a stagehand girl, placed it on the backs of two chairs, and then brought two stools from the wings and set them up behind the board to form the drugstore counter. Once her speech was finished she stepped into the wings; half-way through the act and she was for the first time since the washroom out of sight of the audience, visible only to a couple of her classmates.

She only had a couple of minutes to calm herself before one of the stagehands handed her the spectacles she wore as Mrs. Morgan and she was back on stage, this time as the drugstore owner. At least this time she was interacting with two other actresses, and as such was not directly facing the audience. Serving the two at the "counter" had her facing mainly away from the audience, so she was able to almost ignore her nudity. Besides she was only on stage for a moment this time before she was able to retire to the wings again for a minute.

Once again the respite was brief before she was back on stage as Mrs. Morgan. A short exchange with the actress at the counter, then she was alone on stage again. She removed her glasses, placing them on the counter, and turned once more to face the audience. "Well--" she started, and clapped her hands loudly. "Now we're ready to get on with the wedding."

As she continued to talk, a number of stagehands, all in Cronenberg uniform, quickly removed all the tables, chairs and other scenery, then set up the stage as the inside of the church. This was the scene that had made the girls so careful in school today, none of them wanted to find themselves on stage showing their underwear or even topless. And since Catherine had to be on stage naked for the entire play, these girls knew that they could not be spared if they received a punishment. One of the stagehands hurried to Catherine and handed her the strip of starched linen with velcro strips that was to be her collar.

Even as the scene change was continuing, Catherine had neared the front of the stage during her speech. She slid the collar around her neck and fastened the strips under her mane of hair as she gave the line, "In this wedding I play the minister." Tonight for the first time she realized just how much that movement raised her breasts, how it presented them to the audience. Her emotions were mounting again, she was becoming aroused, partly because she felt that playing the part of a minister while naked was as sacrilegious as her nude morning in church. She managed to complete her monologue, and then stood and watched as the congregation took their seats.

As the actress playing George started to make her way down the right aisle from the back of the auditorium, three baseball players appeared at the right proscenium pillar, and started catcalling and gesturing at him. Catherine strode across the stage, telling them to stop and pushed the three offstage. Unfortunately, during the action, one of the gestures to George caught Catherine's breast and rubbed hard against it, in full view of the audience. Although her character could not pay any attention to the accidental caress, this scene was the first where she actually touched another actor and the unexpected feeling of cloth brushing her taut nipple, with the knowledge that the spectators had seen it, raised her embarrassment to unprecedented heights, and aroused her as well, of course.

Soon Catherine found herself standing on a raised platform at the back of the stage, facing the audience, with George and Emily standing in front of her, and almost the entire cast seated in the congregation. At this point in the play, she was completely visible to the maximum number of eyes; the entire audience and almost the entire cast as well were all gazing at her nakedness, displayed on this dias. She kept herself going through the ceremony and the kiss, and through her soliloquy during the kiss. Then during Mendelssohn's "Wedding March", as George and Emily ran up the center aisle to the back of the auditorium, she stepped down from the platform, and walked to the last row of the congregation, who were moving quickly offstage, as she raised her hands to her neck and undid the collar. Her breasts bounced more proudly than ever as she walked with her arms in this position.

She dropped the strip of cloth on one of the chairs, and picked up another and carried it to her proscenium pillar. Here she set it down back to the audience and sat on it legs akimbo, facing the audience and delivered her final line of the act: "That's all the Second Act, folks. Twenty minutes intermission." Then she placed her hands behind her head and leaned back against the pillar, as the stage lights dimmed and the house lights came up. She totally ignored the applause that washed over her, carefully studying the ceiling above the balcony. She knew she was as exposed now as she had been at the end of the first act, and found that she was no less aroused this time, and once again she felt her juices puddling beneath her buttocks.

The audience, probably less shocked this time, left the auditorium more quickly and it was only three minutes before Catherine saw Jackie signaling her. For the second time tonight, she got off the chair, walked up to the back of the auditorium, and swept down the grand staircase under the eyes of crowd below. One more time through the crowd, exposed at close range to their eyes, to the bar where she chose a ginger ale to try to settle her stomach, which was still feeling her emotions. Once again the bartender told her that the drink would be on the house, his eyes on her jutting breasts confirming the reason.

She strolled through the crowd, drinking her soda, and watching for the makeup girl. Very shortly she saw her and the two entered the ladies' room together. Just as before, the makeup girl drew Catherine to one of the sinks, and used the light from the mirror to check her face, but decided it only needed powdering. She therefore had Catherine bend forward while she washed and dried her buttocks, thighs and vaginal lips. Since there were at least as many women watching her this time as last, Catherine blushed again at these very personal ablutions. The girl then powdered the newly cleaned area, and then her face and breasts. Finally, she combed Catherine's hair, then squatted down and combed her pubic hair. Once again Catherine was embarrassed by the very personal attention, blushing deeply. Once again, the makeup girl picked up her case and hurried out the door without a word; Catherine following immediately, if more slowly.

For the second intermission, Jackie had decided that Catherine should not spend the entire time in the lobby, but should return to the stage about half-way through. For this reason, Catherine only strolled through the attendees for a couple of minutes before she swept back up the staircase, once again feeling the eyes of the entire lobby on her naked buttocks.

Once she had made the emotional passage down the aisle and up onto the stage, she walked back to where the stagehands were removing the church setting and made a few gestures to one of the girls, as if giving her the directions a stage manager should. She then walked back to her pillar -- the chair had been removed by one of the stagehands while she was in the lobby -- and sat down with her back against the pillar and her feet flat on the floor about two feet apart. She let her forearms lie on her knees, and just sat there watching the audience as they milled about. She knew there was still nearly ten minutes before the end of the intermission.

The time passed slowly as Catherine sat on the stage, naked, exposed to those members of the audience who had stayed in the auditorium. After about five minutes she got up, and walked upstage where a dozen chairs had been set up in three open rows. She checked them over, moved one slightly, then walked back to her pillar and resumed her place, feet apart, arms on knees, leaning back against the pillar. She continued to peruse the attendees who were trickling back into the auditorium.

Eventually, she heard the sound of the warning chimes faintly through the open auditorium door, at the same time as she heard steps on the stage behind her, telling there that the dead were taking their places on the chairs that represented their graves, so she knew the intermission was almost at an end.

The stage lights came up, though not quite as bright as for the previous acts, and the house lights dimmed completely. Catherine pulled herself to her feet and started the monologue that began the last act. Soon she would be out of the public eye. But she had to get through this. The start of this act, like Act 1, had her talking directly to the audience for about five minutes. While she would turn to one side or the other to indicate something she was referring to, she always had to turn right back, so her pussy and breasts were still in full view of the entire auditorium. While this time she was not alone on stage, the dozen actresses up their with her did not help to reduce her feeling of exposure; eleven of them were corpses, sitting very still in the chairs, looking straight forward, and the twelfth, playing Joe Stoddard, the undertaker, was just hovering about at the very back of the stage. In fact, they actually increased her embarrassment, as she felt as though the cast was ogling her bare backside as much as the audience was staring at her nipples and vaginal lips.

The continued exposure was acting on her libido, keeping her in a constant state of arousal, and even as she continued her speech, she struggled to prevent that arousal from becoming a totally uncontrolled fit of passion, the passion coming through in her voice. Still she managed to finish the introduction, and as the action was taken over by her classmates, she moved slowly into the wings. She knew she had over three pages before her next cue, so she used the time to reduce her emotions as much as she could. Now that she was out of the public eye, if only for a short time, she was able to relax, and let her body take a break. She sat on one of the chairs, and just let herself breathe deeply and rhythmically.

Soon, too soon it seemed, she stepped out to the side of the pillar, sucking a cherry lollipop, to replace the cigarette in the script. She remembered that the lollipop had been suggested to Suzy by Kojak, but given her current costume Catherine wondered if the audience might find her more reminiscent of Lolita. She stood beside the pillar, but was looking upstage, so she felt less exposed than she had before.

This was followed by a long scene where she was interacting with the other actresses, something that did not happen often in the play, and which was easier than standing by herself talking directly at the audience. She was specially happy that she was interacting the Emily, that is with her friend Suzy. Between the action with her friend and the chance to concentrate on the lollipop when she was not actually in a dialogue, Catherine found this part of the scene passed far faster and with less embarrassment than any earlier part.

Finally she stepped to the side of the stage, handing the lollipop to a stagehand offstage, and pulled a thin black curtain across the scene Standing in front of this curtain, she started with relief on her final monologue. She was almost ecstatic with relief as she wound the pendant watch and delivered the final line: "Hm... Eleven o'clock in Grover's Corners. -- You get a good night too. Good night." With that line she headed offstage.

The applause was thunderous, and the cast had to make four curtain calls, instead of the two that had been planned. During the second curtain call, two ushers brought large bouquets of roses, which they presented to Catherine and Suzy. The young man who made the presentation to Catherine seemed extremely pleased at his task. Jackie might be a mean trickster in school, but she was very serious about drama, and she was determined to do the right thing by her performers. As the two girls stepped back into position and took another bow with the rest of the cast, the official photographer took two photos of the assembled players.

Catherine finally made her way back to the dressing room and dropped exhausted on a couch. She lay there gasping with emotion. She had made it through the worst of her punishment, the two hours on stage in front of over two thousand people; the next three and a half weeks would be a breeze compared to tonight.