Carrie's whole body was shaking as she stood up off the toilet and picked up the jar. Although it was chilly on the cold tile of the bathroom, her body was hot after her orgasm and the humiliation suffered as she realized what she had done. Had she just fingered herself to orgasm while completely nude in a boys' bathroom stall while her schoolmates watched? After the humiliation of carrying a boy's pee through the halls of the school in front of hundreds of people? What the hell had happened to her? She had never masturbated anywhere but in the secrecy of her bedroom, buried under her covers. Now she had done it in a very public and humiliating place.

She gathered the strength to pull open the door of the stall and out into the regular bathroom area. The boys were staring at her open mouthed as she silently walked past them, bypassing the sink and heading back out into her humiliation. She moved through the crowd, many of them whispering and pointing as the boys who had seen her spread the word among those who hadn't. The other boys looked at her with lust while the girls looked at her in disdain. She wanted to scream, yeah right, like you've never felt the urge to do that in school before, but she remained silent, humiliated that it had happened to her and she had given into it. It was this damn nudity.in uniform she never would have given in to the temptation, to that feeling. Oh God, what was happening?

She finally made it through the pointing crowd and went back down the stairs. Here she took a deep breath for calm and smelled it.her belly and pubic hair had been doused with pee.now that was mixing with her arousal to create quite an odor. Maybe she could sneak into the girl's bathroom and wash herself.she turned left towards the bathroom instead of right towards the photo lab when she heard a cough behind her.

"Miss Bartlett, the classroom is this way," said the voice. She recognized Mrs. French's sarcastic tone and turned back around.

"Oh, Mrs. French, I got some of, um, uh, Darryl's pee on me and was going to clean it off."

"Why didn't you do it when you dumped his urine in the bathroom?"

Well, I was too busy fingering myself to orgasm maam.

"Um, I forgot about it until I was coming down the steps."

"Carrie, come closer please."

The nude girl walked towards her photography teacher, who sniffed the air as the student got closer. "Is that urine or female arousal I smell," she asked.

Carrie blushed a deeper shade of red than normal. "Um, both maam."

"Ah-ha, so the rumor is true.you masturbated in the boys' bathroom. Unbelievable."

The naked girl was humiliated in front of this teacher who she thought of as a mentor. "Please Mrs. French, I couldn't help it.it just happened."

"Come now Carrie, orgasms don't just happen. Your hand did not just wander down there without your head consciously pushing it there did it?"

Carrie shook her head, humiliated at the truth to Mrs. French's words.

"Truth is, you are slightly turned on by humiliation and being naked in school and don't even realize it. This punishment might be good for you, might awaken the real Carrie inside of you. Go back inside like you are. I think a few other students have biological needs to be taken care of. You are not permitted to wash up until class is over, do you understand?"

The nude girl nodded, ashamed at having to spend the next half hour stinking up the lab with her obvious smells. She followed the teacher back into the room and watched Sam smirk at her before heading into the closet. She completed the work on his prints while the class giggled at the sound of Sam peeing into the glass jar. Finally, he finished and was still zipping up when he left the closet.

"Thanks Carrie, much better than having to walk all the way to the bathroom."

Their laughter burned Carrie's ears and cheeks as she went into the closet and grabbed the warm jar. She felt moisture on the outside and wondered what the substance was. She didn't want to know.

Again, she trekked out of the lab and up the stairs. There were still the seniors at the tables for the College Fair. They were shocked to see her a second time but Carrie was determined not to give them any more fodder to laugh at her. She walked through them, against clutching that container of hot piss. She pushed into the boys' bathroom and dumped the contents into the toilet and flushed. This time, there would be no show and she pushed out of the room, ignoring the disappointed jibes from the boys who had gathered for part two of her self-gratification show.

She hurried back to the classroom and was rewarded by the other six boys in her class peeing into the jar. As she was heading back on her eighth trip, she was stopped by one of the suited men recruiting for a college.

"Carrie? Carrie Bartlett," the man asked incredulously.

Oh GOD! It was Jim O'Neill, her father's best friend from college. Oh GOD, she had forgotten that her father had mentioned that he might be her recruiting for State College.

"Yes, hello Mr. O'Neill," she replied, hanging her head in shame.

"Jesus, what the heck happened to you? Why are you naked? Are you alright?"

"Yes Sir, it's a punishment Sir. New school policy."

"Oh man, you mean, they're really doing it huh? WOW, never thought they would have the guts. Where are the other naked people? Are you the only one?"

Carrie shook her head. "No Sir, there is another girl. She's in class right now."

She looked up and saw the man's eyes roaming up and down her body, drinking her in totally. She knew the boys in the school were doing it but for this man who was a friend of her father's to be doing it felt so wrong and dirty.

"Well, I see I really have a reason to stop by and see your old man tonight. I was planning on it anyway since I was in town. This seals the deal. Will you be in this state tonight?"

The nude girl, wishing this conversation to be over, shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, mom and dad will decide that tonight. The punishment says I have to be naked to and from school and at school but the parents make the decision for home."

"Well, I must say, it would be a shame for this work of art to be covered. I hope to see all of you tonight."

"Yes Sir, see you tonight."

As she walked, Jim O'Neil watched her firm ass wiggle as only a girl can do. He felt his cock twitch as he watched her go, knowing that his good friend Jed Bartlett would be sure to keep her naked. Yes, dinner tonight would be very nice indeed.

Carrie felt his eyes boring into her bare bottom and her mound that peeked out from behind. She wanted to run but somehow thought that would earn her a punishment. She knew there weren't more than five minutes left until the end of class. At least her piss runs were over. All of the boys had gone.

She made it down the steps and back into the lab. She saw the photos of her nude form were now hanging to dry and she was disgusted at them. Her vagina and breasts were prominently displayed in all of them, way more than her face. She wasn't shocked to see that many of the photos had her face out of focus but her lewd body parts in perfect focus.

"Mrs. French, what should I do with the jar now that everyone has finished?"

"Um, excuse me Mrs. French, but everyone is not finished," Emily said. "I have not yet gone and would like to."

Carrie groaned, hoping she was done humiliating herself in this way.

"Ok, Emily, into the closet and go. Carrie will dispose of it."

"But, Mrs. French, it's much harder for a girl to go into a jar than a boy. Do you think Carrie could come in and help me while I go, hold the jar at the right angle or something."

Carrie shook her head, silently begging Mrs. French to end the torture. But the teacher smiled at the nude girl and back at her other student.

"I think that is only fair. Carrie, please accompany Emily into the closet and help her urinate into the jar. You can then dispose of it."

Emily smiled an innocent smile and headed into the closet. She stopped after opening the door and cocked her index finger towards Carrie and said, "follow me." The boys whooped and hollered at the brazenness of their formerly quiet classmate and the thoughts of one girl helping another pee in such a near-public way.

Carrie entered the dark closet as Emily was pulling the light string on. She saw Emily's eyes all over her and whispered, "why? Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because it's fun humiliating people.especially cute girls like you."

Emily motioned for Carrie to squat in front of her and the nude girl followed the order without thinking. The girl reached under her uniform skirt and pulled down her panties, letting them fall to the floor. She then lifted her skirt to reveal an almost totally smooth slit.

"Here it comes Carrie, hold still."

Carrie could not believe her eyes.she had never seen a girl pee up close and was fascinated as Emily placed her two fingers to spread her pussy lips and let the piss flow out finding the jar. Carrie was able to judge the stream and placed the jar in front of it to catch it. Some of it was spraying off of the jar and splattering on the nude girl, who finally had enough. With her free arm, she reached over and opened the closet door, revealing the nude from the waist down Emily, peeing into the jar.

"What the hell, Carrie, what have you done, close the door," the mortified girl screamed as the boys laughed now at the other girl.

"How does it feel Emily," Carrie asked as she continued to hold the jar, this time not feeling so bad.

Finally the stream stopped and Emily let her skirt drop to cover her pussy. The boys cheered at the show but the red faced girl stormed out of the closet and went back to her seat, leaving her panties on the floor. Carrie, now on her knees, grabbed them with her hand and held them up for all to see.

"Oh Emily, you forgot these. Can one of you boys give these to Emily?"

Darryl came over, smiled and winked at the nude Carrie and took the balled up wad of cotton. "Sure Carrie, anything to help my female classmates." He walked the panties over towards a humiliated Emily, placed them at his nose for a sniff and dropped them onto the girl's desk. She took the tiny garment and stuffed them into her pocket.

"Well now, that was an interesting class," Mrs. French said as the bell rang. "Carrie, I believe you have lunch next. Dump Emily's urine in the girls' bathroom and then bring the jar back before cleaning up. And don't forget to finish the assignment you missed today."

Carrie carried the warm jar of piss out of the classroom again, this time right down the hall to the girls' bathroom. She dumped the jar out and returned it, smiling a little inside. She had finally gotten some revenge, even though it wasn't much considering all that she had been through and the fact that she was still covered in piss and her own sex juices. She then went back to the bathroom and cleaned up, taking wet paper towels and getting the urine off. Finally, she was as clean as could be and walked out of the bathroom. She walked down the hall when she stopped short. There was a boys' bathroom, steps away from the girls on the same floor as her classroom. She could have avoided the crowded foyer and the humiliation of the College Fair. Her stomach dropped a bit.