Naked At The Principal's Office
Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2025 2:00 am
Note: This story is fictional but is based on an actual incident.
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One Friday morning during my Junior year of high school, my Homeroom teacher handed me a note stating that I was to immediately report to Principal Carter's office. I was bewildered as I was a shy, quiet 11th grader who had never been in any type of disciplinary trouble. Principal Carter was known in school as a firm, no nonsense administrator who we guessed was in her early 50s at that time.
The school secretary was not in the outer office, so I hesitantly knocked on the main office door. Principal Carter opened the door and beckoned me in. Seated in two chairs in front of the principal's desk were two women, one of whom was clad in a nurse's uniform. Principal Carter began to explain that one of the women was a nurse and the other a social worker, both from the county Child Protective Office. "Nick," she stated, "there unfortunately has been an allegation of possible child abuse against your father, so these women are here to resolve the issue." I was aghast, my parents were sometimes strict, however, I could not imagine any real abuse of any kind taking place in our home.
Principal Carter continued, "Normally, this kind of issue would be resolved over at County Services Medical Office, but we can avoid all that by taking care of this right here and now." I was now very apprehensive wondering what kind of procedure was a nurse going to do on me here in the Principal's Office?
Principal Carter elaborated, "Nick, I know that you might find this embarrassing, but we would need you to take off your clothes and allow the nurse to examine you. If no visible signs of abuse are found on your body, you can just get re-dressed and the entire issue will be taken care of. Unfortunately, I must stay here and witness the examination so it can be verified through school channels." She then went on to say that the whole ordeal would likely be over in 10-15 minutes, and I could then return to class. "Believe me," Principal Carter reassured, "I don't want it known around the school that I had a student undress in my office."
I should have objected, but I was a compliant teenager used to doing whatever adults in authority told me to do. I nodded ascent that I would cooperate in hopes this could quickly close the matter and exonerate my father. "Alright, Nick, you may start undressing. Please place your clothes on the coffee table over there."
It was difficult for me to believe I was really doing this, but I started by taking off my button-down shirt and laying it on the table. After removing my shoes and socks, I unbuckled my belt and lowered my chino pants. I slid them down and placed them on the table. As I did this, I noticed that the door to the office was just slightly ajar. I stood there in front of the three women, one of whom was the school principal, in just my white briefs. I was hoping that I would be examined in my underpants and that would be sufficient.
Just then, the door to the office opened fully and in walked a classmate of mine, Susan Weinglass, clutching a ream of papers. She looked over at me, and kind of gasped. Principal Carter asked, "What are you doing, Susan, just barging into my office when I have a student standing here in just his underpants?" Susan replied, "I'm just bringing you some Lesson Plans for next month that two of my teachers asked me to give to the school secretary, but she's not at her desk so I just brought them in." Principal Carter shook her head with obvious annoyance. "Mrs. Stomper called and said she would be late today due to a home emergency. Please just leave the papers next to the cabinet over there by the window." She added, "And don't even ask why Nick is standing here in his underpants; it's simply none of your business."
I was so flustered and distracted by my situation that I didn't even notice that Susan had placed the Lesson Plans near the window cabinet but then did not leave, kind of standing off to the side. Principal Carter didn't seem to notice either. She stated, "I'm very sorry, Nick, but you're going to have to remove your underpants for the examination."
I was mortified to have to be naked in front of them but also just wanted to get this over with, so reluctantly I grasped the waistband of my white briefs, lowered them, and placed them on the table with my other clothes. I stood naked in front of the three women, failing to notice that Susan Weinglass now had an unobstructed side view of my nudity from where she was standing by the window.
The nurse never actually touched me. Instead, she had a large magnifine glass. She began placing it over my back to look for any markings. Just as this was going on, the office door once again opened, and in walked my History teacher, Mrs. Harper, a woman in her mid-40s. She gazed over at my full-frontal nudity and exclaimed, "Principal Carter, why is Nick Twisp standing here in your office stark naked? I just came in to drop off my Lesson Plans." The principal crisply replied, "Please just ignore the fact that Nick is naked and leave your Lesson Plans over by the window." It was then that I glanced over and noticed that Susan was still there. Upon this realization that a female classmate was seeing me naked, I began to slightly shake. To make matters worse, Mrs. Harper had now joined Susan over by the window. Principal Carter had to have noticed them, but for whatever reason chose to ignore the situation.
The office door again opened, this time it was Miss Gonzalez, my Spanish teacher. Miss Gonzalez was 22-years-old and had just graduated the previous year from a foreign Teachers College. Upon gazing at my naked form, she stared and exclaimed, "Oh mi senor Jesus, esta desnudo!" [Lord Jesus, he's naked]. Also there to drop off her Lesson Plans, Miss Gonzalez joined the audience over by the window.
When the nurse got down to my private parts, she closely examined my penis. She asked me why there was some redness on the side of the organ. Not wanting her to think this was a sign of abuse, I replied, "Um....I was kind of playing with myself last night and early this morning, and I think that caused those marks." The social worker then honed in for a close look. "I don't know, she said, normal male masturbation should not cause all that redness."
Suddenly Miss Gonzalez kind of wailed and clutched rosary beads she had withdrawn from her purse. She exclaimed, "Siento verguenza al veresta, debo ir a con fesarme." [I feel shamed for seeing this, I must go to Confession]. Annoyed, Principal Carter intoned, "Why are you all still here, this is serious business. We must find out why Nick's penis is so red?" But she made no move to actually order them to leave the office.
I felt like I was about to cry. I knew that I must confess the real reason my penis had some red marks on it. A sob escaped my lips, and I croaked out, "My Mom has sore feet. She ordered an electric foot massager with a circular bulb on top that gently vibrates. Last night and this morning, I got to trying it out in a way it's not intended to be used." Then I grabbed a Kleenex from the desk as a tear was running down my cheek. I was so ashamed over what I had just admitted to in front of everyone there.
As I was wiping my eyes, in walked my track coach with his Lesson Plans. He slapped them on the principal's desk, looked over at me, and growled, "Fuck, Nick, aren't naked gang showers with your teammates enough, you have to bring this into the principal's office?" With that he quickly walked out.
The nurse then interjected, "Nick, I am going to have to ask you to please not use your Mom's foot massager to stimulate your penis. I have a soothing cream with me that I am going to prescribe. Rub it on your penis three times per day until the irritation is gone. That should take care of the redness and penile skin irritation. I know this might be difficult for a boy your age, but can you try not to masturbate for at least two days to allow for healing."
Just then Mrs. Stomper, the school secretary walked in, "I'm sorry to be late...why is a male student standing in your office bare ass naked?" Principal Carter, seemingly at the last edge of her patience, glared at Mrs. Stomper and the other females who were still standing by the window, "Would everyone please stop asking why Nick Twisp is standing here in my office, stark naked with a slightly red penis. I'm just tired of this entire ordeal!"
The nurse then suggested that I rub some of the lotion on my penis right then and there. I had now had enough of this abject humiliation in front of the principal, a fellow student, and several teachers and the secretary. "No, I am not going to touch my penis and rub lotion on it in front of you all," I firmly stated. Mrs. Harper then laughed and commented, "Thank goodness for small favors. I've seen and heard enough about Nick's penis and his jack off habits, I'm going back to my classroom." She and Miss Gonzalez then gave my full-frontal nudity one more gaze and then left the office.
Principal Carter then stated, "This matter is closed. Nick, you may get dressed and I will write you and Susan a pass to go back to class. I believe you are now due in Mrs. Harper's class at this hour." I put the penis cream in my backpack, picked up my underpants and got dressed. Then Principal Carter added, "And Susan, what went on here is strictly confidential. You are not to discuss this with any students. If I find out that Nick's nudity today in my office becomes known among the student body, you will get an hour's Office Detention."
Upon entering Mrs. Harper's classroom, the teacher gave me a kind of wink as Susan handed her our late to class excuse forms. Turns out the threat of an hour's Office Detention was wholly insufficient to deter Susan from letting everyone know what had occurred in Principal Carter's office that morning. Even as we walked out of Mrs. Harper's classroom at the end of the class period, Susan loudly yelled in front of a gaggle of exiting students, "Don't forget to apply your penis cream, Nick, to take care of your problem." By lunchtime the episode in the principal's office had become the talk of the school. I became famous in high school, for a while anyway, for all the wrong reasons.
Even my track teammates could not resist. We ran for an hour as usual that afternoon and then took our customary naked gang shower to clean up. As the nude group of us soaped up under the shower nozzles, David Perkins shouted, "Hey Nick, seems like you're dressed just right now to go see Principal Carter again!"
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One Friday morning during my Junior year of high school, my Homeroom teacher handed me a note stating that I was to immediately report to Principal Carter's office. I was bewildered as I was a shy, quiet 11th grader who had never been in any type of disciplinary trouble. Principal Carter was known in school as a firm, no nonsense administrator who we guessed was in her early 50s at that time.
The school secretary was not in the outer office, so I hesitantly knocked on the main office door. Principal Carter opened the door and beckoned me in. Seated in two chairs in front of the principal's desk were two women, one of whom was clad in a nurse's uniform. Principal Carter began to explain that one of the women was a nurse and the other a social worker, both from the county Child Protective Office. "Nick," she stated, "there unfortunately has been an allegation of possible child abuse against your father, so these women are here to resolve the issue." I was aghast, my parents were sometimes strict, however, I could not imagine any real abuse of any kind taking place in our home.
Principal Carter continued, "Normally, this kind of issue would be resolved over at County Services Medical Office, but we can avoid all that by taking care of this right here and now." I was now very apprehensive wondering what kind of procedure was a nurse going to do on me here in the Principal's Office?
Principal Carter elaborated, "Nick, I know that you might find this embarrassing, but we would need you to take off your clothes and allow the nurse to examine you. If no visible signs of abuse are found on your body, you can just get re-dressed and the entire issue will be taken care of. Unfortunately, I must stay here and witness the examination so it can be verified through school channels." She then went on to say that the whole ordeal would likely be over in 10-15 minutes, and I could then return to class. "Believe me," Principal Carter reassured, "I don't want it known around the school that I had a student undress in my office."
I should have objected, but I was a compliant teenager used to doing whatever adults in authority told me to do. I nodded ascent that I would cooperate in hopes this could quickly close the matter and exonerate my father. "Alright, Nick, you may start undressing. Please place your clothes on the coffee table over there."
It was difficult for me to believe I was really doing this, but I started by taking off my button-down shirt and laying it on the table. After removing my shoes and socks, I unbuckled my belt and lowered my chino pants. I slid them down and placed them on the table. As I did this, I noticed that the door to the office was just slightly ajar. I stood there in front of the three women, one of whom was the school principal, in just my white briefs. I was hoping that I would be examined in my underpants and that would be sufficient.
Just then, the door to the office opened fully and in walked a classmate of mine, Susan Weinglass, clutching a ream of papers. She looked over at me, and kind of gasped. Principal Carter asked, "What are you doing, Susan, just barging into my office when I have a student standing here in just his underpants?" Susan replied, "I'm just bringing you some Lesson Plans for next month that two of my teachers asked me to give to the school secretary, but she's not at her desk so I just brought them in." Principal Carter shook her head with obvious annoyance. "Mrs. Stomper called and said she would be late today due to a home emergency. Please just leave the papers next to the cabinet over there by the window." She added, "And don't even ask why Nick is standing here in his underpants; it's simply none of your business."
I was so flustered and distracted by my situation that I didn't even notice that Susan had placed the Lesson Plans near the window cabinet but then did not leave, kind of standing off to the side. Principal Carter didn't seem to notice either. She stated, "I'm very sorry, Nick, but you're going to have to remove your underpants for the examination."
I was mortified to have to be naked in front of them but also just wanted to get this over with, so reluctantly I grasped the waistband of my white briefs, lowered them, and placed them on the table with my other clothes. I stood naked in front of the three women, failing to notice that Susan Weinglass now had an unobstructed side view of my nudity from where she was standing by the window.
The nurse never actually touched me. Instead, she had a large magnifine glass. She began placing it over my back to look for any markings. Just as this was going on, the office door once again opened, and in walked my History teacher, Mrs. Harper, a woman in her mid-40s. She gazed over at my full-frontal nudity and exclaimed, "Principal Carter, why is Nick Twisp standing here in your office stark naked? I just came in to drop off my Lesson Plans." The principal crisply replied, "Please just ignore the fact that Nick is naked and leave your Lesson Plans over by the window." It was then that I glanced over and noticed that Susan was still there. Upon this realization that a female classmate was seeing me naked, I began to slightly shake. To make matters worse, Mrs. Harper had now joined Susan over by the window. Principal Carter had to have noticed them, but for whatever reason chose to ignore the situation.
The office door again opened, this time it was Miss Gonzalez, my Spanish teacher. Miss Gonzalez was 22-years-old and had just graduated the previous year from a foreign Teachers College. Upon gazing at my naked form, she stared and exclaimed, "Oh mi senor Jesus, esta desnudo!" [Lord Jesus, he's naked]. Also there to drop off her Lesson Plans, Miss Gonzalez joined the audience over by the window.
When the nurse got down to my private parts, she closely examined my penis. She asked me why there was some redness on the side of the organ. Not wanting her to think this was a sign of abuse, I replied, "Um....I was kind of playing with myself last night and early this morning, and I think that caused those marks." The social worker then honed in for a close look. "I don't know, she said, normal male masturbation should not cause all that redness."
Suddenly Miss Gonzalez kind of wailed and clutched rosary beads she had withdrawn from her purse. She exclaimed, "Siento verguenza al veresta, debo ir a con fesarme." [I feel shamed for seeing this, I must go to Confession]. Annoyed, Principal Carter intoned, "Why are you all still here, this is serious business. We must find out why Nick's penis is so red?" But she made no move to actually order them to leave the office.
I felt like I was about to cry. I knew that I must confess the real reason my penis had some red marks on it. A sob escaped my lips, and I croaked out, "My Mom has sore feet. She ordered an electric foot massager with a circular bulb on top that gently vibrates. Last night and this morning, I got to trying it out in a way it's not intended to be used." Then I grabbed a Kleenex from the desk as a tear was running down my cheek. I was so ashamed over what I had just admitted to in front of everyone there.
As I was wiping my eyes, in walked my track coach with his Lesson Plans. He slapped them on the principal's desk, looked over at me, and growled, "Fuck, Nick, aren't naked gang showers with your teammates enough, you have to bring this into the principal's office?" With that he quickly walked out.
The nurse then interjected, "Nick, I am going to have to ask you to please not use your Mom's foot massager to stimulate your penis. I have a soothing cream with me that I am going to prescribe. Rub it on your penis three times per day until the irritation is gone. That should take care of the redness and penile skin irritation. I know this might be difficult for a boy your age, but can you try not to masturbate for at least two days to allow for healing."
Just then Mrs. Stomper, the school secretary walked in, "I'm sorry to be late...why is a male student standing in your office bare ass naked?" Principal Carter, seemingly at the last edge of her patience, glared at Mrs. Stomper and the other females who were still standing by the window, "Would everyone please stop asking why Nick Twisp is standing here in my office, stark naked with a slightly red penis. I'm just tired of this entire ordeal!"
The nurse then suggested that I rub some of the lotion on my penis right then and there. I had now had enough of this abject humiliation in front of the principal, a fellow student, and several teachers and the secretary. "No, I am not going to touch my penis and rub lotion on it in front of you all," I firmly stated. Mrs. Harper then laughed and commented, "Thank goodness for small favors. I've seen and heard enough about Nick's penis and his jack off habits, I'm going back to my classroom." She and Miss Gonzalez then gave my full-frontal nudity one more gaze and then left the office.
Principal Carter then stated, "This matter is closed. Nick, you may get dressed and I will write you and Susan a pass to go back to class. I believe you are now due in Mrs. Harper's class at this hour." I put the penis cream in my backpack, picked up my underpants and got dressed. Then Principal Carter added, "And Susan, what went on here is strictly confidential. You are not to discuss this with any students. If I find out that Nick's nudity today in my office becomes known among the student body, you will get an hour's Office Detention."
Upon entering Mrs. Harper's classroom, the teacher gave me a kind of wink as Susan handed her our late to class excuse forms. Turns out the threat of an hour's Office Detention was wholly insufficient to deter Susan from letting everyone know what had occurred in Principal Carter's office that morning. Even as we walked out of Mrs. Harper's classroom at the end of the class period, Susan loudly yelled in front of a gaggle of exiting students, "Don't forget to apply your penis cream, Nick, to take care of your problem." By lunchtime the episode in the principal's office had become the talk of the school. I became famous in high school, for a while anyway, for all the wrong reasons.
Even my track teammates could not resist. We ran for an hour as usual that afternoon and then took our customary naked gang shower to clean up. As the nude group of us soaped up under the shower nozzles, David Perkins shouted, "Hey Nick, seems like you're dressed just right now to go see Principal Carter again!"
