Janice's Naked Journal

My name is Janice, Janice Butler, Ms, Butler to my senior students at the Sunny Glen High School. A well funded school, I teach in a kinda new annex, 'senior hall,' with smaller classrooms, and senior level (age 18+) students.

** All characters mentioned or named in this story are 18+ years old. **

Senior hall uses a separate entrance and lobby on the left side of Administration. Freshman through junior level students use the older sections and lobby to the right of Administration. I have been teaching senior math for nearly four years now. It's a job I truly enjoy.

At 26, and almost 5-1 tall, 92 to 95 pounds, I'm a slender petite woman with long dirty blonde hair and get my share of looks from men, and the boys (young men) at the school. Oh, cobalt blue eyes, cute face, firm and perky B-cup boobs, slender hips, shapely legs, a great little ass, and a wide thigh gap that kinda continues between my ass cheeks. My asshole is seldom hidden between my firm ass cheeks. My cleanly shaved pussy has those rare longish extended dark inner pussy lips, and my clit protrudes from my barely there hood. That rounds out my description.

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Tuesday, April 1

The story starts on a Tuesday morning, the first day back after Spring Break, with first period senior Calculus class. We went through the lesson. As is typical, we used the first few problems at the end of the section as examples during the lesson, the remainder of the problems were homework for the next day. The students had a the remaining 10 minutes or so of class to get started, if they have any questions.

One of my students, Samantha, 'Sam,' got up a couple of minutes into the homework time and came to my desk. Opening her text book, I was presented with pics she had printed. I turned pale, quiet and started to get sick to my stomach.

A few months back, my roommate and I attended a fantastic bachelorette party, where I drank way too much. Through the evening my roommate talked me into taking clothes off, piece by piece. By late evening she had me naked, the only one naked. She took pics and videos, as in my drunken naked state, I danced on the bar naked, danced naked, guys carried me around naked and posed with me for pics. I've never done anything like that before, and swore I would never do anything like that again.

Sam grinned as I looked at the half dozen pics and whispered, "I have all the pics and videos. Found them in a private online album I hacked into."

I had a hard time speaking, but whispered, "What do you want from me?"

She grinned, "Admit I own you, and you'll do whatever I ask of you. Or these go public."

I was shaking as I nodded, whispering, "I will. That would ruin me. Whatever you want."

I was sick, as she leaned over and whispered, "Remove your panties and hand them to me."

I looked at her, my eyes pleading, then unsnapped my skirt, slowly unzipped it and lifting my ass from my seat, I carefully slid it part way down. With my thumbs in the waistband of my thong panties, I lifted my ass up enough to get them to my knees, then pulled my skirt back up. I got it snapped and slowly zipped back up. It took a minute to reach under my desk and work the panties over my heels.

I quickly balled them up and discretely passed them to Sam. She whispered, "Very good. From now on you are not to wear panties. Understood?"

Still shaking, I nodded while whispering, "I understand."

Sam returned to her seat. Nothing was showing, but it still felt weird not wearing panties. I was glad for that vanity panel along the front of my desk. At the same time, I was sick and scared. Sam owned my ass, and I knew it. A couple minutes later, the bell rang. As the students left, I saw Sam leave with my panties on top of her books, in full view, as she walked out in triumph.

I had Sam again in my fifth period class, senior Advanced Mathematics. I dreaded seeing her arrive in the room. I hoped never to see her again, but in she walked taking her usual seat. My panties were on top of her books as she walked in. After taking her seat, she placed my panties in full view on her desk.

That was an obvious topic of conversation before the bell rang. Students were looking at me. What was she telling them? How many students know what control Sam has over me? Is she showing those pics to other students? She did nothing but smile and participate in class as normal. But, it didn't feel normal to me.

When the bell rang ending class, she stopped at my desk and handed me a note before following the other students out. My panties were again on top of her books as she left. I opened the folded note, 'Having fun Ms. Butler? Exciting huh? 1) Remember, no panties! 2) From now on, only wear skirts to the school. They should be sufficiently short that I would approve of them. I like short skirts. Or else there will be a penalty. 3) No bringing to, or keeping any extra clothing at the school. Or else there will be a penalty.'

I had one more class to get through to finish this long and scary day. As the students walked in there seemed to be a lot of quiet conversations between them, and looks my way. It might have been my imagination, the tension as my mind was was drifting, did some of them know? Did all of them know?

After school was out I gathered my stuff and headed home. I poured myself a glass of wine first thing. I couldn't settle down. I was a ball of nerves. I tried to relax. But soon I was in my closet looking at my collection of skirts. I selected some that in my conservative mind, I thought to be tastefully short. I laid out a navy blue skirt that went mid-thigh.

I didn't have much of an appetite, but had a small dinner, and another glass of wine. Then I spent time grading homework before going to bed. There wasn't much sleep. I still felt sick about my situation. At the same time, thoughts of what she might ask of me filled me with dread. At the same time, like fantasies, I felt excitement at the same time. No, there wasn't much sleep.