John and Mary Naked in School

Chapter 4. Hostages further our protest

Both of us had a restless night and woke early and made love again even though Mary said she was a little sore. She was worried whether others would notice that her sex lips were puffy but after a shower they seemed to return to normal. Mother came in as soon as we were dressed and used her make-up stuff and mirror. She again talked woman talk with Mary while I was sent to make toast but I wasn't told what was said.

A knock at the back door disturbed our breakfast. We expected another reporter but it was Mike, Mary's father. He could see her through the window so we couldn't deny we were here. "I guessed you would never go to a motel," he grinned, "Your mother seems to believe it though. Are you okay Mary?" Mary confirmed she was fine. "You going to school today? They going to make you work in your birthday suit?" We said we thought we'd have to go because they said they'd send the police round for us if we didn't and that would be even more embarrassing, but didn't know whether we would be made to strip off or not. We chatted amiably for a short while until he had to leave for work. "You look after her John. If there is likely to be any trouble you've got the mobile, call me and I'll come straightaway. Might bring the boys too. Jim's got a son at your school so he's keen on knowing what going on."

Tom Cavener and Sue Green, head boy and girl, were waiting for us when we arrived minutes before the bell rang. They'd been an item for some time and I liked them although I only had dealings with them occasionally. They were sporty types but a few times Tom had approached me for help with science projects. Already there were reporters and police just inside the gate and a line of placard carrying parents calling for the abandonment of the programme. Cheers went up as we went in but the staff had a less easy entry. Several people stopped us and asked what we were going to do today but at that time I didn't even know if we were expected to continue with the programme. Tom filled me in.

"They're going ahead with it. Mr. Baker is waiting for you." My heart sank and Mary looked very upset again. "John, Mary, we had a meeting last night with some of the others from our class and we decided to up the stakes a bit. These protest demonstrations will catch a few headlines and then die away and we'll all end up in the programme like you, whether we agree or not. Well most of our class probably won't unless they extend the pilot scheme, but the other classes will next term."

"You're not going to make things even worse for us are you Tom?" Mary asked, the worry showing on her face.

"We think not." It was Sue who answered, "We're hoping that it will force them to give your clothes back early on."

"For now though we want you to go along with them," Tom went on. "When you're told to strip do so reluctantly, protest as much as you like but give in eventually. Play them along for as long as you can. It won't be as bad as yesterday. You've shown everything you have to the whole world now. Go to registration and assembly as normal. We are springing a surprise on them then. You won't be involved directly because we don't want them to think you organised it. It is just to show the authorities we are all behind you."

As soon as we were inside the building, all the younger children waiting there started shouting and clapping but it was more to show their support for us than to add to our humiliation. The head and Mr. Baker stood right by the door, the head locked it and asked us to remove our clothes. We protested noisily and soon the crowd started chanting. "Get them off; keep them on!" Mr. Baker informed us that Whitehall had demanded we keep to the programme although they were not pleased with all the adverse publicity, they were not giving in to two schoolchildren. In the end, the head threatened to call the P.E. staff, little knowing they were not available. I saw Sonya and a cameraman had sneaked into the building so played it up even more, berating the head, Mr. Baker and the government for being bully boys and causing untold stress to our lives and jeopardising our chances in our final exams that were only weeks away. Eventually after more argument, we agreed to go into his office and undress but not in front of all the others. Once inside, the head apologised for having to order us to do it and even Mr. Baker seemed to wish he wasn't obliged to do what he was told.

Miss Breen asked what was happening when we went to registration. Everyone seemed to know something was afoot but we hadn't been told anything. "If you wait until the last minute," she suggested, "You can go into the back of assembly where fewer will notice. I'll come and sit with you." Of course nearly everyone turned round and stared when we entered. Mr. Baker, who had been shadowing us ever since we entered school, followed us into assembly. Most of the prefects disappeared on the way but it wasn't too unusual for some of them to be given tasks to do during assembly. They told Miss Breen they had to check to see if any reporters had got in. In fact they were actually sneaking Sonya and her cameraman behind the stage curtains. I didn't know any of this until later when their planned disruption went into operation. The head asked where the prefects were when he came in and Miss Breen gave him my answer.

"Good morning boys and girls." The headmaster's greeting seemed to be the signal for the start of a well-planned operation. Prefects rushed on to the stage from the side entrance. Each carried a skipping rope. Others from my class stood and produced ropes too and ran to the front. Quickly they fastened the staff to their seats. Only Miss Breen escaped for a while because she was sitting at the back but when two girls from my class came she just sat there and allowed them to put the rope around her. Mr. Walders was forcibly held by four lads as two girls from my class stripped him naked and tied his wrists. At the same time other senior boys, grabbed Mr. Baker and held him while two other girls stripped him, secured his wrists and forced him on to the stage. Finally Tom and Sue came in leading Mr. Jones and Miss Dobson in by a rope loosely tied around their neck. Both members of staff were naked, gagged and had their wrists tied. Tom and Sue turned their captives so they faced the school children. Mr. Jones didn't seem unduly bothered by his nudity but we could see his face was red with anger at being held captive. Miss Dobson struggled and moaned into her gag but couldn't do anything to hide her body. All the children, especially the boys took a good look at her. We could see the blonde hair on her head didn't match her pubic hair but she had a fine pair of breasts and a good muscular body. Her tan hid some of her blushes but they showed on the white triangles of her breasts. There was of course pandemonium in the hall. The children were shouting and the staff were trying to free themselves or at least some were. Others, like my maths teacher, sat passively and waited to see what would happen.

Sue told us afterwards how they captured the P.E. teachers. "You know how she makes us girls do skipping exercises to warm up before games and the like?" Mary knew only too well. She could never do more than a few skips before the rope became entangled in her legs. "The ropes are always in a box in the alcove so we took a couple and waited till she walked by. She's always at school before Pete Jones so as she entered we looped one over her and then everyone grabbed whatever we could to hold and undress her. She was pretty noisy but we were the only ones about and by sheer weight of numbers we tied and gagged her. Most of the boys got a good look at her and felt her. You probably saw that her tits were a bit red."

"I bet she wasn't a happy bunny," I laughed.

"She was fuming but as you saw she was helpless to do anything. We hid her in the girl's showers and waited for Mr. Jones. We thought he'd be more difficult but with surprise on our side the skipping rope pinned both his arms tightly to his body. We tipped him on the floor and Brenda Liddle said she wanted the honour of taking his trousers off. Actually he was only wearing sweatpants so that wasn't difficult and she actually pulled his underpants off at the same time. Brenda grabbed his balls while Graham then tied his ankles so that took a lot of the struggle out of him although he did fight a bit when we took off his track top. He lashed out at me with his fist and only just missed my boob but Brenda knew what to do. She squeezed and pulled his ball sack making him yell with pain until we had his wrists tied and his mouth gagged."

"Sounds like you had a pretty slick organisation," I commented.

"Yeah it went well. Once they were trussed we dished out the ropes to all the others. It only needed four of us to control the two sports staff. Everyone else could be deployed to capture the staff and Mr. Baker. We assigned a teacher to every boy or girl, and four for the head and the man. You saw how that went." I remembered it well.

Going back to that assembly. Tom Cavener went to the lectern and held his hand up for quiet. He was well respected so things slowly calmed down and he got the children to return to their seats. "Good morning boys and girls." Most of the school automatically replied as they would to the headmaster. "You are no doubt wondering what is going on. Yesterday you saw how two of our class were humiliated in front of you because of some ill thought out scheme the government is bringing in. You saw how our headmaster forced them to undress in front of you and ignored their protests. You saw Mr. Baker, the government representative follow the pair around, oggling them while taking notes and insisting that our headmaster toe the government line on the Naked in School programme. As you are all well aware this has caused a lot of concern for your parents and more for you." There were murmurs of agreement. The cameraman was now in front of the stage filming. Tom went on, "To show just how humiliating and degrading this is to those who should know better a group of us have sort of taken the staff as hostages and we have stripped naked, four of them. As you can see, we have headmaster Walders, Mr. Baker and the two P.E. staff who did their best to restrain our friends yesterday. They will remain like that until the end of the day, the same as John and Mary had to yesterday. Take a good look at them. Stare at the parts you aren't normally allowed to see. Just as you did to John and Mary. Look at them blushing, look at how your stares are getting them aroused, all that is except Mr. Baker. The remainder of the staff who are bound to their chairs will be given the option of teaching their normal lessons providing they give us their promise not to interfere with our protest or try to release our hostages. Once they agree they will be taken to their classroom and locked in. A prefect with Mr. Walders' master key will patrol the corridor in case you need to get out in a hurry. I will emphasise you are to treat them with your usual respect, we have no quarrel with them. Indeed some have helped us and John and Mary." Tom ended his speech.

Only two of the staff, a man and a woman refused to co-operate and soon regretted it. When all the others had been released and settled into their classes, the seniors stripped them too and bound them in chairs in their own classrooms. When the class was allowed in, a prefect gave the children five minutes to look and feel their teacher before sitting them down and setting the work the teacher had prepared if it was available otherwise the prefect found work for them. Tom gave me the key to the lockers with our clothes from the head's bunch so we could dress and sat himself in the head's desk. We finished dressing when the school secretary poked her head in. "Sorry," she said, "I'm trying to keep out of this but I've had to answer calls all morning on what is happening. Now I have the chief constable on the headmaster's mobile. He normally leaves it with me during the day so it doesn't disturb his lessons. Would one of you like to take the call?"

I took it and appraised him of the situation. He threatened us with the riot squad but I pointed out the bad publicity that would bring especially as it would all be filmed from the inside. "At the moment," I told him, "All is quiet and calm here. We do have some staff under restraint and some of them are as naked as I was yesterday but only their egos have been harmed and we promise to release them at the end of the day." He didn't seem very satisfied with this answer and requested I keep the phone line open for negotiations.

Throughout all this, the cameraman and the Sonya were filming and asking questions but were not allowed to remove the gags from the uncooperative staff. After about an hour they asked for an Internet connection so they could download some material to their offices. Luckily, even though we are a rural school, we have an ADSL connection. Soon film and reports were on the airways. I turned the TV on in the headmaster's office to the news channel and was very surprised that the announcer was going round schools throughout England and seeing what disruption was being caused. Many schools were following yesterday's example and were staging boycotts. We were astounded at the way our action had escalated in such a short space of time. Apparently Whitehall were still refusing to comment even though enraged parents blocked the street outside their office. Headmaster Walders tried to get my attention and I removed his gag. "Try not to let it get violent boys, please." He spoke hoarsely so I gave him some water and he went on. "I can only admire the way you are handling things. It may not be the way I would have done but it has brought out qualities in you. Both you John and Tom. Don't let it go to your heads though."

Sue pushed Mr. Baker through the door soon afterwards and asked how things were. When we told her she reminded her charge to remember and record it all when his hands were free. Poor man, he was totally embarrassed. His penis stuck out but didn't protrude as far as his potbelly. Sue told us later that she'd had to stop the children making so many comments on how he could possibly satisfy his wife. We didn't even know if he was married.

Mary went to sit in Miss Breen's class and found her undressing. "You don't have to do that miss," Mary told her, "You were one of those who did your best to shield us yesterday. You helped us more than the other teachers."

"I know Mary," she whispered knowing all eyes were on her, then turning to her class of fourteen year olds said, "I may be nearly fifty and no one but my husband has seen me like this since I was little older than you. I know my body bits are sagging and I'm not as nicely proportioned as Miss Dobson or Mary, but it is just as difficult for me to do this as it was them. However, I thought it only right that because I didn't do more to stop it yesterday, I should give myself a little punishment." Miss Breen was stuttering and blushing despite her elderly years, by our standards. "It will help me feel a little of what we are fighting against."

"You are far more brave than me. I could never have undressed voluntarily. It's more than just our school now though," Mary told them about the news she'd watched.

"We must hope it all stays peaceful," Miss Breen commented.

More police sirens. I looked out of the window and saw the numbers had increased considerably and more were arranging themselves into a cordon around the school. The number of parents gathered around the front door had increased markedly and when I checked they were packed into the other two entrances as well. The mobile rang. Tom answered it.

"This is Henry Fordman and I'm here to try and negotiate with you. Who am I speaking to?" Tom told him. I stood close enough to hear

"Call me Henry," I could hear the smile in his voice but I doubted if it was sincere. He chatted on personal things and eventually got round to asking what our terms were for settling peaceably. Tom pointed out that this was only a protest demonstration and it would be all over at three-thirty. It was eleven o'clock. One problem I could foresee was the police hadn't allowed the kitchen staff to get in so no midday meal would be available. Sarah, one of the prefects, looked in the kitchen but there was little enough that wasn't frozen or didn't need cooking. Some brought a packed lunch; maybe they would share? I decided to check on things.

Mr. Jones was still naked in a chair and on display in the hallway. He looked furious and although he didn't seem to be in the same position as I had seen him earlier, stupidly I didn't make myself as aware of it as I should have. As I went by he sprang out of the chair and thumped my head and before I could react he'd bent my arms up my back. He had worked his hands free but left the rope looking like he was bound. "I'll teach you, you lump of lard," he yelled thumping my back and then throwing me to the floor. He'd worked himself into a fury. I felt his foot kick my ribs, once, twice, three times. He was only wearing trainers but he was a footballer and the kicks hurt. In the distance I heard children screaming. The foot hit my face, blood ran into my mouth. I lay still. I knew little enough of what happened next until I woke in the hospital feeling very sore. Mother was holding one hand and Mary the other. I'd several broken ribs, a fractured wrist, multiple bruises and a nasty gash across one cheek. It hurt to talk and my head ached so badly I couldn't really hear but I gathered the programme was to be shelved.

"We're not abandoning it," mum mimicked the minister, "But we are shelving it for the time being and will re-appraise its value later."

I was in hospital for two days. The head and Miss Breen visited and of course the police came and wanted a statement. I couldn't remember too much but it had all been filmed so that wasn't a great problem. Mary asked if she should go home so I could rest properly but I pleaded with her not to. Her dad settled it. "Your mother still thinks you are a whore and has virtually disowned you Mary. I'm sorry. She will never, so she says, treat you like a daughter of hers. That doesn't mean that I won't. I still love you Mary but life is very difficult for me too at home now. I'm having to sleep in the spare room amidst all the junk." Mary stayed at my house and her father bought us a king size bed so we didn't have to turn mother out of her room. However, it was some time before I was fit enough to have proper sex with Mary although we did play with each other most nights. By then mother had got her on the pill. Mike comes round quite often, ostensibly to see Mary but he seems to be getting on very well with mother.

When I look back on the events of four months ago, I often now wonder if the programme might have had some good points. Had we not been selected, I would not have Mary, I would not have the confidence to make the decisions I do now. It certainly brought me out of my shell --- and we were in it for less than two days!

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