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Hal wrote: The Shame Experiment - Prelude by Hal

“Melissa, don’t you think that this is getting a bit outrageous?” Asked Eden Academy’s psychology teacher Ms. Amy.

Melissa, a seventeen year old girl from a fairly sheltered family, was known at Eden Academy as a girl that would push the boundaries. Melissa’s parents sent her to private school when she was young and has since decided to become more and more rebellious. She would give all of her teachers sarcastic come backs, do school projects on sex and nudity, and more recently she had began to attend school with her school uniform skirt a half inch shorter each day. The only reason the school allowed her to do her shenanigans for so long is because she was an award winning volleyball player for the school and everyone else on the team really wasn’t even close to her skill level.

“I don’t think this is outrageous at all.” Melissa replied to her teacher. Ms. Amy asked Melissa to stay after class so that she could confront her about Melissa’s short skirt.

“Melissa, you can’t deny that the boys in the class were eyeballing you all class. I could barely get anyone to pay attention to my lecture because they were all too focused on your legs.” Ms. Amy explained to Melissa.

“It’s not my fault everyone is admiring my legs.” Melissa quickly spouted back at Ms. Amy. “Maybe you should include something a little interesting in your lectures.”

Ms. Amy took Melissa’s “advice” as a smack against her teaching ability. She quickly dropped any kind of sympathy for Melissa.

“Listen Melissa, if you come in tomorrow with a shorter skirt, there will be consequences.” Ms. Amy threatened.

“Yeah, you and the rest of the school have been threatening that all year. See if I care.” Melissa responded. Melissa smirked at Ms. Amy then walked out of the classroom, her skirt waved in the wind and just barely covered her behind. Ms. Amy watched her leave angrily. As soon as Melissa was out of ear shot Ms. Amy picked up her classroom phone and called up the principal to pitch her latest Psychological Experiment.

HalJackson wrote: The Shame Experiment - Chapter One by HalJackson

The next day, Melissa showed up to Ms. Amy’s class with her skirt a half inch shorter than the previous days. Melissa smirked at Ms. Amy before taking her seat. Ms. Amy just smirked back at Melissa, knowing exactly how everything was going to play out. As soon as her class all took their seats, Ms. Amy stood up and walked toward the front of the class.

“Good morning class. I’m proud to announce that today is the first day of our new psychological experiment. I think all of you will enjoy this new experiment.” Ms. Amy began explaining. “This experiment will be on the emotion of shame.”

Everyone in the class looked around at each other thinking about what the experiment might be. Ms. Amy quickly made eye contact with Melissa, who was beginning to be nervous as to what Ms. Amy was thinking.

“Melissa, would you please come to the front of the class?” Ms. Amy asked. Melissa nervously stood up as everyone in the class turned to her. Melissa walked up to Ms. Amy and stood beside her.

“I have talked to the other members of Eden Academy’s faculty and I have talked with Melissa’s parents.” Ms. Amy explained, Melissa was quickly becoming panicked. “They have all agreed that this will be a great experiment and think Melissa would be a perfect subject!”

Melissa’s eyes quickly widened.

“Melissa made it clear to me yesterday that she has no shame. She also told me that I should make my classes more interesting. So I decided to use both of these facts.” Ms. Amy explained. She quickly grabbed the waistband of Melissa’s skirt, and before Melissa could do anything, ripped it right off of her body.

Melissa was now wearing her school provided button up shirt and blazer, her school shoes and her knee high socks, and her thong panty. Melissa gasped at her sudden exposure and quickly moved her hands to cover herself up as much as possible. Another student quickly pulled out his cell phone and took a picture.

“Brad! Stop!” Melissa shouted to get Brad to stop taking pictures.

“No, Brad keep your phone out and keep taking photos.” Ms. Amy explained. Melissa looked up at Ms. Amy in horror. “All of you are free to take photos and I encourage it as it is the only way you can receive an A on this project.”

All of the students in the class quickly pulled out their phones and jumped on the opportunity to take photos on their exposed classmate. Melissa was speechless and was struggling to cover as much of her skin as possible.

“Melissa will be without her skirt for the rest of the class at least.” Ms. Amy explained to her class. “I would like all of you to study her movements and emotions and create a project around these features. You must include either photographic or video evidence if you wish to receive an A on the project.”

Melissa couldn’t believe her ears! Her teacher just encouraged everyone in her class to take photos of her in her thong! Not only that, but she made it a requirement in order to excel in the project.

“Now, Melissa, why don’t you go back to your seat and prepare for our daily lecture.” Ms. Amy instructed. Melissa looked up at Ms. Amy and realize what was about to happen.

“Ms. Amy…” Melissa said nervously while still trying to hide her body. “If I walk back to my desk, everyone is going to see…”

“What Melissa?” Ms. Amy asked. “What will everyone see?”

“My… you know… backside.” Melissa mumbled to Ms. Amy. “I’m wearing a thong, it isn’t covering much in the back. Can I sit behind your desk today? I’m really sorry.”
“Well of course not young lady!” Ms. Amy shouted. “There would be no purpose to the experiment if you were not showing much skin!”

“Ms. Amy please!” Melissa begged.

“Melissa, you will sit at your desk at once!” Ms. Amy shouted at Melissa. “Or would you prefer that we take your underwear as well?”

Everyone in the class opened their mouth. None of them were expecting to see Melissa completely nude from the waist down today, but at the same time none of them thought they would see her panty clad today either. Melissa looked up at Ms. Amy.

“No! Please!” Melissa begged.

“Well in that case, I recommend you get to your desk quickly.” Ms. Amy suggested to Melissa with a smirk.

Melissa swallowed and closed her eyes as she had no choice. With one hand covering her panty clad crotch and the other covering her backside as much as possible, she made her way to her desk. Everyone in the class pointed their phones at Melissa’s ass and crotch. Melissa, as quickly as she could sat down in her chair, giving everyone behind her at look at her almost bare ass as she removed her hand to sit down. She sadly looked up at Ms. Amy who had the most evil smirk on her face.

“Now class.” Ms. Amy started. “Let’s begin.”

HalJackson wrote: The Shame Experiment - Chapter Two by HalJackson

The bell finally rang after Ms. Amy’s long lecture. Melissa’s face was as red as a cherry and she knew that everyone behind her was staring down her bottomless state. Normally as soon as the bell rang, everyone would stand up and rush for the door. But in this case everyone was eager to see Melissa stand back up and expose herself again. Melissa took a deep breath and decided to do what she knew she would have to do. She grabbed her books and put them in front of her crotch as best as possible and stood up. She then quickly made her way to Ms. Amy as everyone else stood up and began to pack up their things.

“Ms. Amy,” Melissa started. “I’m really sorry for everything. Can I please have my skirt back?”

“Well of course not!” Ms. Amy proclaimed. Melissa looked around and tried to keep her backside to the wall while strongly gripping her books in front of her crotch.

“Ms. Amy,” Melissa whispered to her teacher, “I can’t go in the halls like this. Being like… this… is one thing in this class. But I can’t have everyone in the entire school seeing me like this.”

Ms. Amy picked up her laptop bag that she stored Melissa’s skirt in earlier. Melissa finally relaxed as she thought Ms. Amy was going to give her the skirt back. Ms. Amy pulled the skirt out of her bag and began ripping the skirt. Melissa quickly went from relaxed to panic.

“Ms. Amy!” Melissa quickly proclaimed. “What are you doing? That is the only skirt I have at school! You might be crazy enough to make me walk around the school half naked, but you can’t honestly think I’m going to be able to walk home like this!”

Ms. Amy ripped and ripped until the skirt was in two different pieces. Melissa’s eyes filled with panic.

“Think of it this way Melissa. You’re doing this for the greater good of psychological research.” Ms. Amy said with the biggest grin she had. “One day, this might even be your legacy.”

The thought of Melissa being known for the rest of her high school days as the half nude girl terrified her, but she was in no position to be arguing with Ms. Amy.

“Melissa, you don’t want to be late for your next class do you?” Ms. Amy asked. Melissa noticed that everyone in the class was gone and she didn’t want to be late for her next class. Melissa didn’t know what Ms. Amy meant when she said earlier that the school faculty will help her with her experiment, but she also didn’t want to find out. This was also a good moment for Melissa to move as most students would already be in their classes.

Instead of going to her next class, American Literature, she decided to head to the office and call her mom to ask her what was going on. As she entered the office, the front desk woman, Ms. Sophie, chuckled.

“Someone’s looking a bit cheeky Melissa.” Ms. Sophie shouted to her. On the way to the office, Melissa was so concerned by not being seen that she dashed their as quickly as possible, completely showing her backside to anyone who saw it. Melissa didn’t have time to throw a sarcastic quip to Ms. Sophie though, and went for the office phone and dialed her mom.

“Hello?”

“Mom! It’s Melissa! I’m at school and Ms. Amy told me that you agreed to making me the subject of her new experiment! Is this true?”

“Well of course it’s true sweet heart! If you want to get into all of those expensive colleges you are looking at you are going to want something big to show them. And Ms. Amy’s experiments usually make the papers.”

Melissa’s heart sank as she remembered how Ms. Amy has had all of her experiments in the local news paper and some have even made national news. She couldn’t even imagine what it would be like if the entire nation knew about her skirt-less-experience. Before she could talk to her mom to get her out of this, she heard a camera click behind her.

Melissa spun around now thinking and saw Mason, the school paper’s photographer aiming his camera at her. As soon as she spun around again, Mason snapped another picture of her. Melissa quickly hung up the phone and placed her hands over her crotch but it was already too late, Mason already had a picture of her barely covered ass and her panty state crotch. Mason was inspecting the photos and smiling when Melissa went up to him.

“Hell Melissa, I could win an award with this.” Mason joked to Melissa as he showed her the photos he took. They were just as bad as Melissa imagined.

“Mason! I need you to delete those! I can’t have this getting around!” Melissa demanded.

“I don’t think you are in any position to be demanding things Melissa.” Mason replied. “Besides everyone was showing everyone the pictures from Ms. Amy’s class. What’s the big deal if I have a couple originals?”

“Can you please just delete them?” Melissa asked changing her tone. “I’m begging you please!”

Mason looked at Melissa and licked his lips.

“What’s in it for me?” Mason asked. Melissa looked confused and didn’t know how to respond.

“Well, what do you want?” Melissa asked. “I can give you money, I’ll do your homework, I’ll buy you lunch. Anything so that those don’t end up in the paper.”

Mason thought about what he wanted then smirked at Melissa.

“You know I’ve always been kind of a foot guy.” Mason said. Melissa’s heart sank as she looked at him disgusted.

“What are you talking about?” Melissa asked.

“You give me your socks and shoes and I delete the pictures.” Mason explained. “Seems like a good deal to me.”

“No pervert!” Melissa quickly responded.

“Then I guess I’ll send these to our editor.” Mason said as he began to make copies on his DSLR.

“No, wait.” Melissa said defeated. She was already down a skirt. It wasn’t like her knee high socks and school uniform shoes were hiding anything worth hiding. Melissa looked at Mason who had the biggest smile he had ever had. “Turn around. I don’t want you sneaking a peak of my thong.”

Mason turned around and chuckled.

“It’s not anything I haven’t seen before.” Mason joked. Melissa rolled her eyes and moved her hands from her crotch to her feet as she took off her socks and shoes. She then handed them to Mason.

“Pleasure doing business with you!” Mason said holding her belongings. Mason turned around and began walking out of the school office.

“And you’re going to delete the pictures?” Melissa confirmed.

“Yeah, we’ll see.” Mason said as he left.

“Mason!” Melissa shouted to him. She would chase after him but she was already late for her class and didn’t want to find out what would happen if she was caught ditching. Nervously she dashed with her bare feet to her next class.

HalJackson wrote: The Shame Experiment - Chapter Three by HalJackson

Melissa entered her American Lit class with her text book over her crotch. She didn’t think ahead to the fact that if she was late to class, everyone would turn their heads to her as she entered. Which they did. Everyone in the class immediately broke out into conversation.

“Wow! I didn’t think it was true!”

“Where did her socks and shoes go?”

“It’s good to see that sarcastic brat finally put in her place.”

The American Lit teacher, Mr. Anderson, turned to Melissa and didn’t look surprised. It was clear that he was made aware of her state from Ms. Amy and was expecting her to show up as such.

“Sorry Mr. Anderson! I had to go to the front office.” Melissa started to explain.

“Doesn’t matter to me.” Mr. Anderson began to sternly talk to Melissa in front of the whole class. “You know the procedure. You are to write ‘I will not be late again five times on the board’.”

Everyone in the class started to chuckle and a couple took out their phones knowing what was about to happen. Melissa turned to her teacher.

“But Mr. Anderson,” Melissa started.

“No buts, Melissa!” Mr. Anderson stated. “Or in your case, one butt.”

Mr. Anderson chuckled at his mediocre joke. Melissa swallowed and walked up to the front of the class, trying to keep her backside to the wall as much as possible.

“It is going to be pretty difficult to write on the board holding that textbook Melissa.” Mr. Anderson pointed out. “Hand it here.”

Melissa, realizing she really had no other choice, handed the text book to Mr. Anderson and quickly threw her hands over her crotch. She didn’t do it fast enough, as she heard a few phone cameras click. Mr. Anderson handed Melissa a piece of chalk. Melissa sighed and went over to the board and accepted her fate. She turned around showing her barely covered ass to everyone in the class. As she wrote the first two sentences, she heard at least ten different phone cameras go off. She tried to do it as quickly as possible, which ended with her downfall as the piece of chalk broke in the middle of the fifth sentence.

As the chalk broke, she felt a swift hit to her behind. Melissa quickly grabbed her ass cheeks as a reflex. SNAP SNAP SNAP. Melissa spun around and covered her crotch with her hands. She noticed that it was Mr. Anderson who smacked her behind with a yard stick he was holding.

“First you show up late to my class and distract everyone with your shameless behavior, then you have the nerve to break my chalk.” Mr. Anderson scolded Melissa.

“I’m really sorry Mr. Anderson.” Melissa apologized.

“Silence!” Mr. Anderson shouted. “You have two choices. You can either finish your sentence and write five more of ‘I will not break chalk’, or I can spank you three times.”

Melissa thought about her options. She could either turn back around and continue to show the class her ass, not even thinking about what might happen if she broke another piece of chalk. Or she could show her ass as she was spanked quickly.

“Choose now Melissa!” Mr. Anderson shouted.

“Spank me!” Melissa shouted back. She didn’t realize how dirty it sounded until she said it out loud. She decided on the spanking as she thought it would take less time, she was showing her ass regardless of her options. Her classmates broke out into snickering laughter.

“Alright then.” Mr. Anderson started. “Over my knee!”

Melissa made her way over to Mr. Anderson and bent over his knee. She heard even more snaps from camera phones. One thing she didn’t take account for was that when she bent over Mr. Anderson’s knee, it probably gave her class a more intimate look at her behind.

Mr. Anderson swatted Melissa’s ass for the first time. Melissa bit her lip out of the pain but didn’t dare speak up as she didn’t want to push her luck. Mr. Anderson swatted Melissa’s ass for the second time. Melissa lightly gasped from the hit but didn’t want to make this situation any more embarrassing that it already was. Mr. Anderson swatted Melissa’s ass for the third and last time. Melissa loudly moaned from it uncontrollably. Everyone in the class laughed manically and took even more pictures. Mr. Anderson pulled Melissa off his knee and Melissa put her hands in front of her crotch, even though she felt it probably wasn’t worth the effort any longer.

“It sounded like that was more of a pleasurable experience for you Melissa.” Mr. Anderson commented. Everyone in the class snickered. “But I can’t devote any more of my class to your exhibitionist ideals.”

Melissa looked at the ground the most shamefully she had ever felt.

“Please take your seat Melissa. We are reading chapter five in the textbook.”