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Subject: {ASSM} New: Back In School by Joe Doe (strip-search, humil M/F)
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BACK IN SCHOOL

By Joe Doe

A vengeful butler invites his former employer for a "visit" to a Girls
Reformatory. Twenty-Eight year old Susan is soon stripped naked, showered,
and shaved. The butler agrees that in Susan's case a cavity search isn't
necessary. But of course it doesn't hurt to check.

This story was inspired by Cole; thanks Cole!

I had never gotten along well with our family butler Winston. He had always
been overbearing when I was school, so after I got my Masters and took over
the family business I naturally lorded it over him.

When my father died and I inherited the family estate the first thing I did
was fire Winston. It was no surprise when he decided to return to his old
teaching job at the local Girl's Reformatory. What surprised me was when he
called me a month later and invited me to spend a week there as his guest. I
was reluctant at first, but when he told me about the golf course, gym,
running track, and Olympic size pool, I finally agreed. He just wanted to
show me there were no hard feelings, he claimed.

The Girl's Reformatory was an imposing set of buildings surrounded by a huge
concrete wall. For a place so remote, it certainly seemed secure!

Since I was interested in the swimming pool, Winston suggested we stop by
the Field House first. He took me through the faculty building and walked me
out onto an outdoor balcony adjacent to the teacher's lounge.

The balcony was actually a rather large second floor patio area. Several
teachers sat and chatted on the patio while they enjoyed their morning
coffee. The balcony overlooked the athletic field, where about 50 or 60
girls were being led through a demanding aerobic dance routine.

I did a double take. All of the girls were absolutely stark naked!

At first I didn't know what to say. What does one say to the sight of 50
teenage girls, naked as newborns, bumping and grinding their hips 15 feet in
front of you? "Teenagers shouldn't be forced to take gym classes in the
nude", I said huffily.

"I quite agree", Winston replied calmly. "All of the young ladies at this
reformatory are between 18 and 35 years of age."

I looked more closely. Although the 'girls' had no pubic hair, some of them
were quite well developed. Was it possible that they were adults? I looked
more closely.

They WERE adults, but in their current predicament you could hardly tell.
All of the girls had their hair cut short, or they were wearing ponytails or
even pigtails. And all of them had clean shaven pussies.

"What about the girls who were wearing the school uniforms?" I asked.

"I can assure you that they are all 18 or older with birth certificates on
file". "We simply dress them like the misbehaving students they are".
"Naturally we hold their adult clothes, credit cards, and identification off
campus, just for safe keeping."

Winston warmed to the subject. "You are 28", he observed. "But if you were a
student here, instead of a guest, you would be required to wear a school
uniform."

I am rather small, standing only 5'4, and I do sometimes get carded at bars.
"Do you really think you could make me look like a schoolgirl, Winston?" I
said, considering the idea.

"Easily". "Your jewelry, clothing, and identification would be confiscated
immediately, as soon as we changed your classification from guest to
student." "We would scrub off that makeup and perfume, and take away that
pricey designer business suit you're wearing so you wouldn't get it dirty."

I felt myself blushing, and I looked down at my Gucci shoes. But I also
started to feel a certain dampness between my legs.

"Only after we had stripped you naked as a jaybird would we give you your
new clothes.sensible shoes, sensible cotton underwear and a proper school
uniform!" "And if you didn't follow the uniform regulations to the letter, I
'd take you over my knee and spank your bare bottom!" He laughed, obviously
amused at the idea.

"Of course you would be treated like an adult women some of the time." "Any
one of the staff can request a student as a 'bed warmer'". "I suspect a
lovely young lady such as yourself would have her dance card filled every
night".

He looked me up and down and said, "You know, I have a red bra and panty set
with a matching garter belt and stockings that I think you'd look quite
fetching in, Miss Susan". Winston winked at me, and I actually started to
blush. I seriously considered slapping his face, but I decided to bide my
time.

After a quick tour of the pool area, Winston introduced me to the gym
teacher, Miss Dyke. She was a thin no-nonsense woman in her mid thirties.
She was in good shape, hard and lean, with a short boyish haircut complete
with plenty of greasy kid stuff. As soon as I walked into the room she
looked me up and down in a way that left little doubt about her sexual
orientation.

Winston introduced us, and we exchanged pleasantries for a moment. "The
girls our outside finishing up their exercises, and they'll be coming inside
soon", she explained. "Let's go to my office and wait for them". And then,
much to my surprise she marched us directly into the Girl's Locker Room!

Winston explained that on most days the girls would exercise, shower, dress
in their school uniforms, and return to class. There were exceptions of
course; after the showers tomorrow each class of naked girls would be
escorted to the field house for their annual school physicals. I was shocked
at first to learn that Winston actually participated in examining the naked
women but I had to admit that after that aerobic dance routine the girl's
had very little modesty left to violate!

"That reminds me, Mr. Winston", Ms. Dyke interrupted. "Did you get the
shipment of thermometers in?".

"Yes, I did", he assured her. "Unfortunately they all turned out to be
rectal thermometers". "However there are plenty of rubber gloves in the
supply cabinet and I've already asked the cook to send a big tub of old
bacon fat down to the gym in the morning, so it really isn't a problem".

I winced when Winston explained his plans, and he smiled at me, enjoying my
discomfort.

The locker room was empty and Miss Dyke took us into her office, which had a
large glass wall that directly faced the shower area. The shower area itself
was a large cement "gang shower" with nozzles hanging down from the ceiling.
It was the kind of shower I used to hate when I was in school because it
offered no privacy whatsoever.

Her desk was a large control panel with several built in video monitors. As
I looked around I noticed that there were security cameras throughout the
locker room, so she could watch the girls change clothes and even shower
from a large variety of angles.

"We take physical fitness very seriously at this school", Miss Dyke
explained. I keep shower videotapes of every girl, as well as standard
photographic studies and detailed weight and body fat percentages". "That
way I can track their progress as I slim them down". "Gym class is two hours
every day, and I work the girls hard." "I like 'em fit and trim".

I'm sure she did.

"How many tapes do you have per girl?" Winston asked.

"I record each girl at least once a month.we start out with a baseline,
which I use to make my standard evaluation", she explained. "Of course, we
need a lot of cameras, since it's important that we get all of them on
tape...from tip to toe!" She winked at me, and I felt myself blush yet
again.

"You look like you're in pretty good shape, Miss Susan", the gym teacher
said, looking me up and down with an appraising eye. "Do you work out
regularly?"

"Yes", I replied with pride. "I run every day, I do yoga, and I lift
weights". "I keep in shape". It was true. Although I was too short and
skinny to be very competitive at my sports, I trained faithfully every day,
and I was in wonderful condition.

"I used to work at an Olympic camp, training both sprinters and marathon
runners", Miss Dyke said. "Perhaps you'd like me to give you a free fitness
evaluation".

"I would love that!" I replied enthusiastically. I looked over at Winston.
Why was he smiling?

I turned back to Miss Dyke. "What do I have to do?" I said eagerly.

Miss Dyke handed me a towel. "There's an empty locker just around the
corner". "Strip down to your birthday suit, and hop into the shower". "We'll
start with a baseline evaluation tape" she said.

"Uh.you mean.take off my clothes?" I stammered.

Winston's smile broadened. He was obviously enjoying my predicament.

"Is there a swimsuit I could wear?" I asked tentatively.

Winston's face hardened. "The only suit you'll have on is your birthday
suit, Missy!" He turned me around and pointed at the lockers. "I want you
naked and in that shower in two minutes..and I mean BUTT NAKED!" With that
he slapped me on the bottom and before I knew it I found myself trotting off
to the lockers like an obedient schoolgirl!

I couldn't believe this was happening. Winston hadn't talked to me that way
for years! After all, I was the lady of the estate, and he was just the
butler I had fired. Part of me knew that I shouldn't be going along with
this, but the truth is I was too turned on to stop!

Ninety seconds later I found myself wrapped in a towel standing outside of
Miss Dyke's office. My pussy was dribbling like a faucet, but I was still
scared as hell. I nervously knocked on the open door before meekly
entering...I felt like I was going to the Principal's office!

"What is it now", Winston said coldly. His eyes ran up and down my body in a
way that made me very conscious of the fact that I was absolutely naked
underneath my short towel. I couldn't believe that I was standing 3 feet in
front of my former servant, half naked, about to beg for a favor. I could
barely get the words out.

"Please don't...don't watch me when....when I'm in the showers, Winston", I
said pleadingly. "I mean...I won't have a stitch on!" "I'll be... stark
NAKED".

Winston began to lecture me in the most patronizing tone imaginable. "First
of all, I think you should start calling me Mr. Winston, Suzie".

'Suzie' was what he called me when I had been a child, and I had hated it.
My name was Susan, damn it, and he knew it!

"Secondly", he said, handing me a razor and a small tube of cream, "I think
you'd better get busy". "Miss Dyke says that if you are going to use her
facilities you will have to wash off that perfume and makeup, and shave all
the hair off of that randy little twat of yours."

My jaw actually dropped. He wanted me to shave myself while he watched!

He continued his lecture. "A randy little strumpet can't be running around
with a lawn of wet, putrid crab grass between her legs!" "That stinky little
hole of yours will just breed disease".

"Use the cream in the little tube when you're done, and leave it on for
about 30 seconds." "It will burn, but the hair won't grow back for a LONG
time".

Thirdly", he continued, "Why are you standing here in the office wrapped in
a towel when I told you that I wanted you in the showers, BUTT NAKED! With
that, he reached up and yanked off my towel, leaving me standing in front of
him without a stitch on!

I quickly scampered into the shower area, anxious to avoid his amused gaze.

I selected the shower nozzle farthest from the office and switched on the
water. It was cold, but it felt good. I turned my back on him. It exposed my
bare butt, but I didn't want to give him the pleasure of watching me lather
up.

I took my time lathering up my breasts. The truth is that the experience
thus far, while totally humiliating, had totally turned me on, and I was
desperate to touch myself. I ran my fingers between my legs. Winston and
Miss Dyke were a good 15 feet away, and my back was turned. If I did this
discreetly, they wouldn't even notice. I slipped my hand between my thighs,
and began to massage myself...

It was only after the first orgasm that I bothered to look behind me.
Winston and the teacher weren't even looking at me; they were staring at the
monitors on their desks. As I faced the wall again I saw what I had
forgotten...there were video camera's in the wall I had been facing! I
screamed in shock as I saw the cameras, and from behind me I heard Winston
laugh at my surprise and my humiliation. I had just tossed myself off on
film in front of the family butler!

Winston sauntered over. "That was quite a performance, Suzie", he said. "All
of the faculty members are going to really enjoy the video". He winked at
me. I had never been so embarrassed in my life.

"Miss Dyke says you have good baseline", Winston said, appraising me like I
was some type of research animal. "She's especially impressed with your
tight little ass". "She thinks you're a little flabby in some places, but if
you were a student here she would sweat that off you in no time".

I'm sure she would.

Winston's voice turned cold. "Now spread your legs!" "No, wider!" I spread
them shoulder length. He smiled as he stared straight at my crotch.

"Not bad", he mused. "But now it's time to wash out that disgusting slash
between your legs". "And then you have an appointment with 'Mr. Razor'".
"And don't bother turning around, your highness." "Miss Dyke has cameras
everywhere!"

And so, as he stood there grinning at me, I spread my legs and shaved my
crotch. He counted to thirty after I put the cream on, rather too slowly for
my taste, since the solution burned like a furry. But the noxious chemicals
did there job, and I was soon as smooth as a newborn. I felt tears in my
eyes. My beautiful bush gone! With my prominent lips it really did make me
look years younger, and I began to understand fully the awful humiliation
that the so-called 'students' in this school faced.

He took pleasure in directing me through my shower, telling me which parts
of my body to soap up, when to bend over, and when to rinse. Although I know
it was partially for his own lecherous amusement, the movement of the video
cameras meant that he was also directing me for the benefit of Miss Dyke's
base line tape.

After I was thoroughly water logged I stepped out of the shower and reached
for the basket of towels. Winston grabbed my wrist.

"Not so fast, young lady", he said. "You may not be a student here, but you
are still using the locker facilities". "That gives me the right to perform
a contraband search".

"I don't have any contraband!", I whined.

"Of course you don't, but it doesn't hurt to check". Who was I to argue with
that kind of logic?

"Now put your hands against the wall and spread your legs nice and wide like
a good little girl".

I assumed the classic frisk position. But it wasn't classic enough for him,
and he kicked my legs further apart.

"That's better", he said. "Now we can check out every inch of that little
bare pussy of yours".

He ran his hands down my arms and then over my chest, even though it was
ridiculously obvious that I didn't have any contraband there. "Both of them
together are hardly a handful", he teased, squeezing my breasts in his
hands. I've always been sensitive about my small bust, and I felt flush
again.

I have a short pageboy haircut, but he ran his fingers through my hair
anyway. Then he made me stick out my tongue. He got my tongue between his
fingers and moved it around while he used the index finger of his other hand
to feel around the corners of my mouth.

He kneeled down on the floor behind me and took a small flashlight out of
his breast pocket. He teasingly ran his fingers over the lips of my vagina;
when I winced he smiled. "I checked out your headlights". "Now it's time to
check out that sweet little glove box of yours, Suzie".

He ran his fingers over my exposed vaginal lips. "So bare, so smooth", he
taunted me. "Not a hair in sight". I tried not to blush because I knew he
loved it, but I couldn't help it. He slowly inserted his middle finger and
started slowly finger fucking me, laughing as I wiggled helplessly on the
end of his probing digit.

"Does little Susie have ants in her pants?" he teased.

Next he spread the lips of my vagina, using the small flashlight to explore
every nook and cranny.

"You now, I should really look into this situation more closely", he said
mockingly. He put the flashlight in his mouth and used both hands to spread
my vagina open for his probing fingers. I was spread wide enough for a
platoon of sailors, but at least he couldn't make his humiliating comments
while the flashlight was in his mouth!

He was nothing if not thorough, fondling my inner and outer lips, and
running his fingers over pink and white flesh alike. Finally he took the
flashlight out of his mouth.

"You know that sweet little pussy of yours is as tender and smooth as
velvet", he said. "Too bad you aren't a student, or I'd take it out for a
little test run".

I thought he was done and I started to straighten up but he slapped me hard
on my naked buttocks.

"Not so fast, sweet cheeks!", he said. "I need to check out that rear blow
hole of yours too!" "After all, it doesn't hurt to check".

His rectal search was less detailed, but it was much more to the point. He
took the longest finger of his hand and began slowly driving the probing
digit deeper and deeper into my bowel. When he got it into the knuckle I
tried to wriggle away, but there was no escape from his relentlessly probing
digit.

"You have a really tight little poop chute here, your Majesty", he said
mockingly. "I don't know if I could even get my big old love stick up there,
but I'd sure like to try!" With one last push his finger went all the way
into the hilt. Triumphant, he began wiggling his finger up and down,
doubtlessly enjoying the way I was squirming helplessly under his probing.

As he was finishing my rectal exam, a large group of naked girls began to
trickle into the shower area. They stopped smiling when they saw Winston
standing there, openly ogling them in all of their naked glory. It was
obvious that none of them were excited about showering in front of him, but
they were smart enough not to protest.

I didn't feel comfortable standing in the shower area with the naked girls,
most of whom were taller and more generously endowed than I was. I really
felt like a kid again, and I remembered why I had always hated gang showers.
On the brighter side, the arrival of fresh game meant that Winston decided
to finish up with his detailed probe of my backside.

"You know, Suzie, if you were a student here, I could do this anytime I
wanted", he said teasingly. "A drug search would be part of your daily
routine." "I could strip you naked and stick my finger up that tight little
twat of yours whenever I felt like it."

I shuddered at the thought, but had an answer. "Yeah, too bad I'm not a
student here, asshole!"

I thought he would be angry at my reassertion of my independence, and I was
surprised when he smiled at me instead.

"You'd better hurry up and get dressed, Susie", he said pleasantly. "You
have a busy day ahead of you".

"The name is Susan", I said curtly.

He smiled again, and walked away.

As I grabbed a towel I looked back over my shoulder. As I suspected, Winston
had found himself an excellent observation post and was standing in front of
several of the more luscious girls, who were blushing beet red as the old
man ogled them during their shower.

I quickly scampered back to my locker. Although the experience had been
intensely erotic, I was anxious to get dressed. I knew that once I put on my
$2000 suit, my self-confidence would return and I would be ready to face
Winston down again.

"It's been a fun game, old boy", I thought. "But now I'm in charge again!" I
knew my revenge would be sweet, and I was smiling as I opened the locker
door...

EMPTY! My locker was empty! My purse, my keys, my drivers license, my credit
cars, my designer suit, and even my underwear and shoes were gone. They had
taken away everything I had!

It wasn't until I sat down on the bench that I noticed the uniform. It was a
standard school uniform like the type the other girls were wearing: a white
t-shirt, white knee high socks, black saddle shoes, a white blouse, a blue
cap, a blue blazer with the school logo on the breast, and a short blue
skirt that would barely cover my plain white cotton panties.

On the label of the blue blazer was a cheap paper name tag with Winton's
handwriting on it:

HI! MY NAME IS SUSIE!

What a coincidence, I thought bitterly. The uniform was just my size!

When I looked at myself in the mirror I couldn't believe it. The self
confident, haughty professional woman was gone, and she had been replaced by
an awkward blushing schoolgirl.

I was just another student, and Winston was a teacher. And now Winston could
strip me naked whenever he wanted and perform his humiliating little
searches, and there wasn't a thing that I could do about it.

I knew that I would spend tonight in Winston's bedroom, parading around in
the skimpy and degrading red lingered. I knew he was going to use me, and
use me well. I knew that in the morning I would have to strip naked and
dance in front of him on the athletic field while he sipped his morning
coffee and gloated over my humiliation.

And it was just going to get worse. After my shower, I would be marched to
the gym for my physical. I knew Winston would be waiting for me with a
greasy gloved finger covered in bacon fat and an icy cold thermometer.

I was back in school. And Winston was back in charge.
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TV NEWS BABE IN JAIL! (message 540)
You've seen it before, a TV babe looking for ratings goes behind bars to
show you what it's like. See what happens this time.

MENTAL HOSPITAL HORROR (message 541)
A lunch date between two female Doctors and former college friends takes a
bizarre, painful and humiliating turn.

ONE QUESTION TOO MANY (message 546)
Investigative Journalist Terri London wants an "inside look" at the Sheriff'
s Office. But then Terri asks one question too many...

A MERRY TUNE (message 547)
Toby is a slave in the Old South, but when she gets to put her beautiful
white mistress through the humiliation of "slave paces", it is Toby who is
whistling a merry tune.


A GOOD STRIP SEARCH STORY (message 548)
A short essay on what makes a good strip search story, which includes lavish
praise for Marcy's First Time and Cole, a humble suggestion on a good
quasi-strip search story not included on this site, and some other story
ideas I'm working on.


LOST IN TRANSLATION (message 581)
A beautiful young banking executive encounters a very dissatisfied customer
during a visit to a Mexican brothel district. The proud young banking beauty
is soon facing a strip search and a surprising new career...

TICKED OFF (message 635)
When they stopped Linda's car at the roadblock, they said they were looking
for ticks. But only a jerk would believe that, and poor Linda soon learns
why they call it "The Department Of The Interior".

BREWBOTTOM (message 699)
A plucky new warden decides to go undercover as a new inmate, but she is
quickly exposed.

TRICK OR TREAT (message 750)
A college professor dresses as a sleazy hooker for a Halloween party, but
her new costume and a mistake at the Police Station climaxes in a
humiliating strip search and a long night of "trick or treating".

WHICH WITCH (message 772)
Lady Emily is fascinated by tales of how the Witchfinder strips young
Noblewomen to search for the fabled "witches mark". Lady Emily boldly writes
him a letter asking for the juicy details. She may soon wish she didn't.....

SEMINAR SEARCH (message 811)
Judge Susan volunteers to participate in a strip search seminar, but the
audience is larger...and more eager... than she had anticipated.

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