Chapter 5

Things went back to the new normal for the next couple of days and I had a quiet time with just daddy looking after me. Although a ball from over the back did keep coming over each evening and 3 excited young men came to retrieve it and I let them continue their education.

Then on the Thursday morning daddy woke me early telling me that we had to rush because Trisha and Tom were coming round on their way to college. I assumed that it was just to talk to me about something and wondered what it was that she couldn’t text me or phone me about. All the time assuming that they were joking about taking me to college, it was a stupid idea and not practical at all.

They arrived just as I was recovering from daddy’s clinical orgasm, Trish asking daddy if I was ready.

“Ready for what?” I asked.

“We’re going to the place where you should be going every day.”

“You don’t mean college do you?”

“Yep.”

“Oh fuck, no, you’re kidding me. Tell me you’re kidding me, pleeeease.”

“Nope, get ready to be shuffled into that wheelchair girl.”

“You’ll have a great day at college.” Daddy said, “Talk to all your friends and keep your hand in at the lessons.”

“It’s not MY hands that I’m worried about daddy.” then I added,

“But we can’t get the chair on the bus.”

“We’re walking, that’s why the early start.”

“Oh shit, please tell me that you’re joking, is it April the first?”

It wasn’t, and 5 minutes later I was being wheeled down the street with the blanket just about covering me. Fortunately, or not, Trisha and Tom were in a bit of a rush and we zoomed along ignoring the stares and the odd comment, but as soon as we got in sight of the college gates they slowed down and other students started the stares and the questions.

I looked down at my chest and saw that the blanket had slipped just below my nipples, low enough for anyone to see the shape of my little tits. I was also sure that if the people in front of me looked they’d be able to see my spread pussy.

We slowly went in, fending off most of the questions and ignoring my exposure. Neither Trisha nor Tom are on the same course as me but Rosie is, and Tom handed over control of the wheelchair to Rosie and another girl on my course, Nikita who I hadn’t see since before the incident and her first words were,

“My gawd Saffron, I saw the photos and the videos but I didn’t think that it was all for real, are you really stuck in those for 3 months?”

“Yes I am.”

“And without any clothes?”

“Yes.”

The she went on to ask how I went on about the basics of life, so I explained that my father was doing all those things for me.

“What about your periods?”

“Daddy puts my tampons in for me.” I replied.

“Oh my gawd, that must be horrible for you, I mean a man, your father, I couldn’t let that happen to me.”

“Not a lot of choice Nikita.”

All the time that we’d been talking people had been walking by or stopping and staring at me. I didn’t like it but in the back of my mind I think that I was actually enjoying it. My nipples were rock hard and tingling a bit, and so was my pussy, it was tingling a little bit, and very damp, and my clit was letting me know that it was still there...

We made it to the classroom and Rosie and Nikita moved a desk out of the way so that Rosie could reverse me into its place. Then in walked Mr, Reynolds.

“Saffron, what a surprise, I didn’t know that you were coming in. It’s great to see that you think that you are well enough to be here, but are you well enough? You look a little apprehensive, glowing, but apprehensive.”

“I am sir, this is a surprise that Trisha orchestrated and I couldn’t exactly run away from it.”

“Well it’s good to see you, and I’m sure that everyone here will want to see all of you and ask you lots of questions, would you like to say a few words to answer the most obvious questions that I sure everyone wants to know. It might stop you having to answer the same questions over and over throughout the day. Tell you what, let me spin you around so that you’re facing everyone.”

Mr, Reynolds did just that. The thing was the blanket. Trisha had done a pretty good job of tucking it in, proving that she can when she wants to, but that was nearly an hour ago and the wheelchair had been bouncing along the footpaths for most of that time. It had slipped a bit revealing my nipples as we got to the college but Mr, Reynolds manoeuvring the chair was the final straw and as he moved me the blanket slipped right off me.

Either Mr, Reynolds didn’t realise, or see it on the floor, or he chose to ignore it and let everyone see what he had seen when he came round to my house. Whichever one it was I was left naked facing the rest of my class. Rosie and Nikita said and did nothing and I should have asked them to put the blanket back over me, but I didn’t, why, I don’t know, or maybe I do, but I just started talking, telling them everything from me leaving Trisha’s house that night to waking up in hospital, getting that bad news then being told about the shortage of gowns and then being put in the wheelchair and then onto my bed which daddy had moved down to the dining room.

Looking round the room as I talked I confirmed how different people are. The couple of prudes who couldn’t even look at me, those with sympathetic looks on their faces, and those who obviously would like to get their hands on my body. I could also see a few boys who actually had got their hands on my pussy in the park the previous Saturday.

Finally, Mr, Reynolds thanked me then turned the chair back round so that I was facing him, and he still ignored the blanket.

Most of the next nearly an hour was spent with Mr, Reynolds looking down at my spread pussy and my tits. I couldn’t take any notes so I had to just listen, not that I could concentrate, my brain was dreaming about Mr, Reynolds doing what Tom had done to me the previous Sunday.

Much of the rest of the lessons that day were spent in a similar way, although the blanket stayed mostly on me and I was really glad that I didn’t have any of the miserable old cow teachers for lessons that day,

At the cafeteria at lunchtime Nikita and Rosie took me to meet up with Trisha although I didn’t get the chance to have anything to eat or drink because of the other people wanting to ask me questions, and stare at me for a while.

Thankfully, no one tried to touch me or take any photographs. I guess that everyone had enough of those already.

When the day was finally over Trisha and Tom took over from Rosie and Nikita but as soon as we got out of the college gates the boys came to gawp at my naked form. Rosie had checked the blanket at the end of each class, but only lightly tucking it in so it kept sliding off and Trisha had taken it right off as soon as we got out of the gates, and Trisha told some of the boys that they could touch me.

Of course the boys interpreted that to mean touch my tits and pussy and that’s what they did. The result being me cumming twice before the end of that street. I was happy that Trisha and Tom were in a hurry to get me home.

As we got close to home Trisha asked me if I’d enjoyed my day. I told her that I had.

Trisha and Tom took me to college every Thursday with similar results, and I have to confess that I enjoyed being naked at college most of those days. When I was there the second Thursday, and at whilst we were in the cafeteria, the Art teacher came over to have a word with me. He then told me that there was always vacancies for a model in his classes if I was interested.

When I said that I might be interested he added that I’d get paid for it and that I didn’t have to wait until I could walk again, he’s be more than happy to have his students draw me as I was, plaster casts as well.

That surprised me and I said that I’d think about it.

That afternoon when I should have been concentrating on the lesson I was thinking about modelling for the art students, some of which I knew. I decided to talk it over with Trisha the first chance that I got.

That chance was as they wheeled me home, Trisha, being Trisha, didn’t wait until I’d made up my mind, and she told me that she’d go and talk to the art teacher the next day and sort something out.

The next Wednesday, and 2 more Wednesdays before my casts came off, Trisha and Tom came and collected me and wheeled me to college and deposited me in the art classroom for the day. For 4 lessons on each of those Wednesdays I just sat there, without the blanket, while the students drew me.

I was impressed at the detail of my pussy that some of them drew.

Of course I only had the one pose but the teacher said that that was okay, that the students could do the same drawing each rime and he’d see how they’d improved over the weeks.

The third Wednesday that I was there I asked the art teacher if I could model for his students when I got the casts off. Unsurprisingly he said that I could, and when I told Trisha she just said,

“See, I told you that you are an exhibitionist.”

I couldn’t disagree with her.

During the second month of my confinement a policeman came to see me. Neither daddy nor I thought to cover me with the blanket before daddy brought him into the room. I could see him looking at me as he tried to be as professional as he could as he talked to the naked me.

He told us about the court case for the driver and asked us if I would consider going to the court proceedings and give a ‘victim impact statement’ to the judge and jury. He told us that it might influence the judge to give the driver a more severe sentence.

Well I for one wanted the bastard to suffer as much as possible so I agreed.

The day of the court case saw daddy pushing the wheelchair with me on it, down the streets to the court. Going that way was the only option because there was no way that I could get in a car or taxi, even one of the big 9 seater ones.

Just before we left I got daddy to put the blanket over me and to make sure that it was tucked in properly. The last thing that I wanted was for it to slide off me and leave me exposed with daddy and all those law professionals there.

It took us 45 minutes to get there but we made it and were met by the same policeman and the prosecuting solicitor who explained that I would get called in and all I had to do was answerer a couple of simple questions. It sounded easy.

As we sat outside the court waiting quite a few people stared at me but I could see that my tits and pubes were covered so I wasn’t worried. The only way that anyone could see my bare pussy was if then got on their hands and knees in front of the chair.

The time came and daddy started to push me in but a man, I think his job was an Usher, stopped him and told him that he couldn’t go in and that it was his job to wheel me in.

The Usher wasn’t that good with wheelchairs and the sides of the chair banged the doors, then some of the chairs as we went to the front of the court.

The thing was, since leaving home with the blanket nicely tucked in, it hadn’t been checked, there was no need as it was still covering my tits and pussy, but all the bouncing along the footpaths had loosened it and the Usher banging the chair as we went into the court room was the last straw and just as we got to the front of the court the blanket slid off me and onto the floor.

The Usher was too busy positioning the wheelchair where he wanted me and didn’t notice.

The judge looked up, then down at me, and after a few seconds silence he said,

“You are Ms. Saffron Peterson, the young lady who was knocked over by the car?”

“I am.”

“And you have been like that since the night of the accident?”

“I have.”

“How long will it be before those casts come off?”

“Another 3 weeks.”

“Have the doctors told you what will happen then?”

“They have told me that I will have to have another 3 months physiotherapy for me to learn to walk again and to get the use my arms and legs back to where they were before that night.”

“So all-in-all you will have lost 6 months of your life and suffered a lot of pain on the way young lady?”

“Assuming that the physiotherapy goes as planned, yes.”

“Thank you Ms. Peterson, you may leave now.”

As I was waiting for the Usher to come and collect me I looked around the room, there weren’t many people in there but they were all looking at me. At one table there were 2 men, one shuffling some papers and the other just sitting there looking at me. I assumed that he was the bastard driver. He was a middle-aged man in what looked like an expensive suit and the bastard didn’t look at all sorry for what he had done.

“I hope that they lock you up and throw the keys away.” I thought as the Usher appeared beside me.

“Sorry about that.” He said as he picked up the blanket and spread it over my body.

“That’s it,” the policeman said, “thank you for coming here, hopefully it will influence the severity of the sentence. You may go home now.”

And that was it. I’d sort of expected more and felt a little let down but that was that. Daddy went behind me and started pushing the wheelchair out of the building. We didn’t get far before the blanket started slipping down. Daddy was concentrating on the traffic and the number of people walking about, and it was few minutes before he looked down and saw that my breasts were fully exposed. Of course I’d noticed but I was actually enjoying the exposure, my nipples had got rock hard and were actually throbbing a bit.

When daddy did notice he stopped and apologised then tucked the blanket behind me firmly, spoiling my exposure and pleasure.

The next notable event, other than the regular events described above, was the removal of the casts. I was both happy and unhappy that everything was going to change. Happy that I would finally be able to move my arms and legs and get some mobility back. I’d already worked out that I wouldn’t be able to run home after the casts came off, that it would take some time for my limbs to return to full and normal use. I WAS unhappy that I’d have no excuse for having my tits and pussy on display for people to see. I’d got used to it and actually started getting pleasure out of it. Trisha was right, I had become an exhibitionist.

Daddy got a letter from the hospital telling us that they had arranged for an ambulance to pick me up, but only me, daddy would have to make his own way there, which, when we thought about it was good because daddy would go in his car which would mean that we had a means of getting home.

The letter didn’t tell us to take anything with us but daddy assumed that I would need some clothes to wear and he asked me which clothes I wanted.

“Just a summer dress and shoes.” I replied.

“No underwear Saffy?”

“No, I might find that it’s too difficult to put them on to start off with.”

Well that was the excuse that I gave daddy, I’d break it to him gently that I never intended to wear bras and knickers again and had started to wonder why on earth women would want to wear them. The only exception being the unfortunate women who had huge breasts and needed some support to stop themselves hurting themselves. I was lucky, mine are small and reasonably solid.

“Yes, you’ll probably find it hard to get your hands to where they are needed to start with Saffy. I’ll pack that dress that has an elasticated top that you can just step in to it and pull up.”

If it was the dress that I thought he meant, he was right, I hadn’t worn it for a couple of years when my tits were just little bulges. I wondered what my traffic cones would look like in it. The other thing was that it was quite short when I last wore it and I had got a few centimetres taller since then,