Janice's Naked Journal

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

Wednesday, April 9

Sam was about the first student in my first period senior Calculus class. She came straight to me standing beside my desk. As other students were coming in, she said, kinda loudly, "Didn't complete your walk around in my class yesterday afternoon. Hand over your skirt."

I undid the clasp and it became a piece of cloth that I handed to her. She said, "Now, stand still." She grabbed my scissors and cut the top four buttons off my blouse. I had two left. It was so loose hanging that I had to be careful or expose my boobs too.

Then she handed me a note. I unfolded it and read, 'No more iPad and widescreens. Use the whiteboard, old school, from now on.'

The bell rang, the students applauded, with hoots and comments as I started the lesson, using the whiteboard. That worked well. I kinda enjoyed standing while interacting with the students. Occasionally a boob would fall out of the loose top, especially reaching up using the whiteboard, requiring an adjustment of my blouse. Then I did my slow walk going by each student, ending up at Sam in the back corner. She looked pleased. Then the bell rang and my students, and Sam left.

My second period, and third period classes were not disappointed that I was once again bottomless, and showing more today. And they showed it with their applause, hoots and compliments. They enjoyed my standing, using the whiteboard through the lesson. By third period, I was probably enjoying it more than them. They, and I enjoyed my interactive slow walk around during the homework section. I was again, totally enjoying time with my students.

After the bell rang and my third period students were mostly out of the classroom. Ms. Brinkley walked in taking the back seat almost nearest the door. I grinned at her coming to visit again. And she brought a bag from the nearby sub shop. She indicated I sit in the desk next to her, and next to the door.

She smiled, "Looks like you're using the whiteboard. I think you connect with the students better that way. It's better than watching screens. I brought you lunch." She handed me a loaded 6 inch sub and a cold bottle of water. Then got hers out of the bag.

As I was unwrapping my sandwich, she smiles, "If you look carefully at your two widescreens, you'll see a small black dot on the frame. I put those temporary stick-on cameras there yesterday after you left for home."

I looked at her, "You were watching, like before first period?"

She nodded, "Oh yeah. But the thing to remember, she probably isn't the only one in on this."

I nodded after starting in on my sandwich, "She indicated spotters in each of my classes.

She nodded, "The only way for you to get out from under her control, is for her to realize she's losing control and slowly give it up. You ready to play?"

I nodded, "You know how to win this game and make that happen?"

As I took another bite of my sub, she nodded, "I do, if you trust me?"

I grinned, "Oh, I absolutely do."

She grinned, "I'll be back before your fifth period senior Advanced Mathematics course. That's when we start to turn the game around." She paused for a sip of water, then "Tell me your feelings about teaching practically naked? I mean, what difference would losing that top make?"

I smiled looking at her, "It was a circle of confusing thoughts as I balanced being surprised by how much I enjoyed losing my clothes, and the dreadful fear of losing this job I love, even more so now. That walk to your office, nearly naked with the hallways packed, to face you. Scariest moments of my life. Then I left your office with that weight off my shoulders. I wanted to remove my top and dance my naked self back to the classroom. But I know about the hallway cameras, now."

She smiled, "That's what I hoped to hear. We're going to have fun." She paused briefly. "I have to get things done, then I'll be back." She got up and headed out.

My sandwich finished, I got up and walked down to the girls restroom, greeting Ms. Simpson along the way. She just greeted me, "Have a great day Ms. Butler." I got the feeling, Ms. Brinkley had informed all the teachers of my situation, probably yesterday. I used the restroom then looked at myself in the mirror. I opened my blouse and slipped it off, deciding I'd rather be naked. But I put the kinda closed blouse back on, then headed back to my classroom.

Soon my fourth period class arrived. The group was noisy and appreciative of my being nearly naked again. They enjoyed my teaching, using the whiteboard, but probably not as much as I was. As I was making my way by every desk during the homework section, I noticed Ms. Brinkley walk in and take the open seat by the door.

After the bell rang, I watched my students leave, waving and smiling at me as they made their way out. Ms. Brinkley waited in her seat until she saw Sam take her seat, placing my bra and panties on her desk as usual. Then she came up to me by desk, Sam watching as the other students were noisy showing their appreciation for my lack of dress.

Ms. Brinkley waited until just before the bell, then politely, "I'll have your top please." I wanted to giggle, but I calmly undid the two remaining buttons, then removed my top handing it to her. More compliments and applause as I was standing there naked in 4 inch heels, and loving it. I loved the look on Sam's face more. Ms. Brinkley stepped on her territory.

She walked back to her seat folding my top and putting it on her desk, ready to monitor the class. I started on the lesson, using the whiteboard while totally naked except for my heels. And I never enjoyed teaching more. I could see Sam watching her control start to dwindle. Ms. Brinkley watched the students, their attention solely on me and the lesson.

Midway through the lesson, I saw the Assistant Principal standing in the doorway watching my lesson, then he took another empty seat close to Ms. Brinkley. Sam must have felt her hold on me dwindle further. She wasn't smiling. And with Assistant Principal Jones showing support for me too, I couldn't enjoy teaching more.

As the homework section started they watched as I started my slow walk by the desks checking on the students progress. Mr. Jones stopped me briefly as I reached his desk, "Your love of your job really shows."

I smiled, "Even more so now." He nodded as I continued my slow walk. Ending up at Sam's desk,she had nothing to say. I just smiled. Then, just before the bell, I watched Ms. Brinkley and Mr. Jones get up. Ms. Brinkley held up my top and walked off with it. Sam watched that as well.

My sixth period students entered the classroom to find me totally naked in heels. The noise was so loud it had to carry down the hall. When the bell rang, I had their undivided attention, and the class went so well. I enjoyed my slow walk among the desks answering a couple questions. Then the bell rang and my students made their way out.

I pondered over my situation, naked in heels, and ready to go home. I knew I had no worries about getting to my car naked. I've driven home bottomless a couple times, but now I would be driving naked. And other drivers would know I'm naked without a top on. I considered it a challenge, before my sprint into the the apartment building and home.

I gathered my stuff and headed into the hallway still plenty busy with students and maybe a couple other teachers. After shutting my door I started my walk being spotted and watched by the students. With lots of polite compliments along my walk, I could easily get used to this. Out the exit doors, I was soon in my car. Then it felt weird.

I convinced myself, I was wearing a car after all. I started the car and made my way home, watching my speed when traffic did move. Okay, I was spotted by other drivers at a couple lights, but it really wasn't a big deal. I just waved back with a smile.

After getting a good parking spot, I sat there wondering if this was going to be routine. Am I going to run every time I drive home naked? Running barefoot would be rough on my feet. Running in these heels would end up in a fall. After a deep breath, I exited my car and locked it. Then with a smile, I calmly walked to the entrance, to the stairs and made my way to the apartment. I may have been spotted, but unless someone complains, does it matter at this point?"

Entering the apartment, I kinda giggled. I made it home naked, and I didn't have to get undressed. I poured a glass of wine in celebration of a great day. Then I headed to the bedroom to select an outfit to lose tomorrow. I picked the really short light weight pleated skirt and paired it with the most sheer top I had.

That chore done, I laid across my bed to take care of something on my mind all afternoon. I was so horny, I needed this. My hand was was on my pussy, and slowly I started to finger myself. I took my time, letting the excitement build, letting the pleasurable waves build. It wasn't long and I was a wet mess, two fingers going, thumb occasionally on my clit, that massive wave hit. I regained my breath and laid there a few minutes, before hitting the shower.