Part 4:
“So, Jules, do you want me to lower your skirt?” Elise asked, her voice eager, almost seductive.
“Yes!” The teen jumped at the opportunity. She didn’t even think what the tone could’ve meant. She would’ve taken any chance to cover herself. “Yes, please, Elise!”
“How badly do you want me to lower it, Juliette?”
“Very badly…” Juliette’s shy, composed tone contrasted starkly against Elise’s devilish, teasing manner.
“Oh really? You really don’t want any boy to sneak a peek?” She provoked.
“No!” Juliette sounded horrified at the idea. That didn’t stop her from pleading further. Finally, some coverage! “Please, Elise, I really do want it lowered, really, really badly!”
“Okay, my doll, I’ll lower your skirt. Just ask nicely.” Elise said, her voice demanding.
“Please lower my skirt, Elise.” She said. Her naturally prim tone making it sound sincere and not sarcastic.
“Mmmm” Elise grunted, dissatisfied. Juliette’s heart sank as she realized she hadn’t convinced the girl yet. “Be more specific, my doll. Tell me how badly you want it… Oh, and tell me about what would happen if a boy were to see you like this… Yes, I’m sure you’ll figure out something that will please me.”
“Okay, okay…” Juliette breathed in and out a few times, steadying herself and searching for the courage to play along with Elise’s demands. Once she found it in her, she went on, her voice an awkward whisper. “Elise, could you please lower my skirt? I… I really want you to lower it so no boy gets a peek of my yellow panties or of my butt. It’d be so embarrassing if a boy saw! I’d get so… so red in the face!”
“Oh that’s just perfect, my adorable plaything!” Exclaimed Elise in between bursts of side-grabbing laughter.
Still in the midst of laughter, Elise tugged slightly at the hem of Juliette’s skirt. The red-faced teen interpreted that for what it was, a leading motion. Elise led Juliette away from the window, the blue garment being used somewhat like a lead. Oh my god! Finally away from the window! Thought a very relieved Juliette. Oh, and now she’ll finally let me cover, thank god! Elise knew the teen wouldn’t look so relieved if she knew what plans Elise had in store for her.
Elise let the ruler fall to her side and took ahold of the fold of the skirt herself. She walked Juliette in front of one of the two desks, particularly, she made the teen face the narrow side of it, the meter long board meant for writing extending before her. The wooden thing was painted ivory white and was rather spacious at the top. It had no shelves or racks, so it looked more like a plain table than a desk.
Juliette’s hands fidgeted nervously with a loose piece of wood she found at the desk, impatiently moving it around. She’d shift her head side to side slightly, trying —to no avail— to catch a glimpse of her tormentor. Why hasn’t se let go of the hem yet? The relief she’d experienced had been short-lived, a sense of impending dread having taking over the lass’s mind. Of course, Elise’s soft giggles and chuckles didn’t help her remain calm.
“Okay Jules, I’m going to lower your skirt. Please be a good little girl and stay put, okay?” Elise said. Her tone might’ve been suspiciously friendly, had Juliette not been craving some form of coverage. “Can you stay still for me, doll?”
Juliette nodded eagerly.
Such a naïve girl… As if I, of all people, were to suddenly grow merciful, ha! Elise chuckled at the thought, her right hand letting go of the blue fabric of the skirt. Before Juliette so much as sighed in relief, she dug her thumbs between the silky material of the garment and the yellow cotton of her victim’s panties. Juliette gasped in horror.
“Stay still, my doll. Remember, you told me you wanted this very, very badly.” Elise taunted the panicking girl.
Elise punctuated her sentence by pulling downwards. Slowly, she started to push. The school-issued skirt slid downwards slowly. Very slowly. Even slower than the speed at which it’d gone up. That’s right, my doll. Feel how this silky little thing abandons your body… Elise thought, power rushing through her veins. Soon, Elise was dragging the skirt past her victim’s bum, tracing the attractive curvature of it with a falling waistband. Encouraged by the near silent cries and pleas of Juliette, Elise kept on pushing, and soon, nothing but a pair of adorable yellow panties covered the teen below the waist.
“Step out of your skirt, my doll.” Elise commanded.
“Please, Elise… Do I… Do I have to?” Asked Juliette, hoping against hope.
“Yes, my plaything, you have to. And you will do it.”
With trembling knees, Juliette lifted her legs, one at a time. Her bare legs. Ohmygod, ohmygod ohmygod! This cannot be happening! The teen panicked as she heard the subtle sound of her garment being picked up off the ground. To be made to flash was one thing, terrible, of course, but to actually have clothing removed? It was devastating! Am I really nearly naked from the waist downwards? At the hands of a schoolmate no less? Oh god… It was embarrassing. No, humiliating! Julie didn’t know how to rationalize her shame into words. Her face aflame with almost a crimson hue, she was sure.
“Oh my god, Elise, what if someone sees? Juliette asked, horrified, finally controlling the shock she felt enough to speak.
“Well, then, they’ll see those pale legs of yours. Maybe even catch a glimpse of that barely-clad butt.” Elise teased as she lay the skirt on the desk Juliette was facing. So close and so taunting Elise thought, satisfied. She went on. “Ooooh, and I’m sure they’ll see your red, red face!”
“Are you… are you going to keep me… you know… like this for long?” Juliette asked, both her hands covering what little she could of her lower half. Elise also noted, humorously, how she’d pressed her body forwards, her crotch touching the wood of the desk, desperately trying to shield herself from her preying eyes. That’s not going to fly around me, you little thing…
“Not for too long, my plaything, just enough for me to tell you some things.” Elise said. Her voice scaling down from the almost sing-song tone she used to mock the near-nakedness of the teen to the low-voiced, well-articulated authoritarian attitude she used to order the girl about.
“What… What things?” Juliette asked. Awww, it’s adorable, you want to get it over with, so you play along. Good job, my little pet, you are starting to understand how things should work, even if you do it for the wrong reasons. Elise thought, a grin plastered on her face.
“Well, my plaything, there will come a time when I will require unquestioning obedience from you. I tried to let you know that our first… play session, and you seemed to understand.” Elise said, her voice muted, threatening. She could see how Juliette was shifting her weight from one leg to another, again and again. “But then… today you start asking why to my orders. Now, I know that may not be that big an offense to you, but some things need to be corrected before they become a problem, don’t you think, Jules?”
“Mhmmm” The teen managed to say in agreement. Even that wordless sound had barely broken her voice, a thing which satisfied Elise immensely.
“And so, I’m going to punish you, little Jules.”
“What… What does that mean, Elise?” Juliette asked, her voice a mere whisper, her eyes fixed on the white wood before her. She simply could not force herself to look up. How can Elise be so intimidating? She thought, scared.
“How do you punish disobedient little girls, Juliette?” Elise asked. A roar laughter crept up after the sentence, though she managed to keep an in control façade.
No… Juliette’s heart sank.
“I’m waiting, Jules… You’re only making this worse on yourself.” Elise threatened.
“You punish them… you punish little girls… Oh god! You punish them with a spanking!” She finally managed to say. Much to her surprise, her voice didn’t break. She fought off the tears.
“That’s right, my plaything. And so, as you’ve been a naughty little girl —not only disobeying me, but going about without proper clothing, my, my— I’m going to need you to bend over for me.”
No… Juliette froze. Ohmygod, ohmygod. Disobeying is what got me here but… to be spanked? Oh I can’t do that!
Suddenly, Elise leaned into her rapidly, and clasped her wrist. She pulled her close. Very close, and whispered, her voice frigid: “Jules, my toy, you will obey. Otherwise, I’ll have no choice but to bend you over myself, and if I do, I’ll make sure all those freshmen you were watching with such fear see that ass of yours as I administer my punishment. So, what will it be, my toy? Will you do as told, my obedient little doll?”
Juliette did not feel like she was moving, but saw herself start to bend as ordered. Elise guided her movement with the tip of the ruler, which was pressed on her upper back, a satisfied smile painted on her face. She pushed the red-faced teen’s chest onto the desk in front of her. Juliette was forced to twist her face so that her cheek was pressed against the white material.
Elise pressed her victim’s face tighter against the writing table as a flourish before moving on with her ruler. The petite girl radiated as she pushed her plastic torture tool onto the lower part Juliette’s flat stomach, the part that hung free from the desk, not pressed against it. She let the ruler slide over the shirt until she found an ochre waistband. Once there, she heaved upwards and backwards, making her embarrassed victim lift up and stick out her butt, her feet finding purchase in their tippy-toes. That had the splendid side effect of making Juliette’s school-issued shirt ride upward, clearing her lower back of any coverage.
Juliette’s covering hand were next. Trying to hide those panties of yours, my toy? Not going to happen. Especially now that I made them stick out so nicely! Elise prodded at them teasingly with the ruler. The bent-over teen got the message and reluctantly, moved both her hands, exposing once again her golden yellow underpants. Not pleased with that, she went on. Elise wielded the ruler, pushing the flat of it against Juliette’ inner thighs, forcing the humiliated teen to, with very small steps, widen the aperture between her legs. Helplessly, she went along, spreading her legs more and more, until her pose satisfied terrible Elise.
Before commencing, Elise took a moment to regard her accomplishment. The result was fantastic. Juliette Miller was one clothing item away from being bottomless, laying over a desk, her scantily-clad behind presented to her bully unobstructed, all but begging for a spanking to be administered.
Elise regarded the way her toy’s exposed, smooth, white legs lead to an enticing behind, clad only in tight, yellow fabric, tightened even further due to the compromising pose the teen had been put in, the clothing above that undergarment having ridden up due to the aforementioned pose. It was a glorious sight. I own you now, Juliette Miller. If I didn’t before, I have no doubts I do now. She thought, lustful.
“Alright, my doll. Here are the rules. I am going to hit that nicely accessible butt of yours, and you are going to count out loud each hit. If I don’t hear it, it doesn’t count. Is that clear?”
“Y… yes, Elise.”
“Good, good. Let’s begin then.”
And with no further warning, Elise started her volley. She swatted Juliette with her own ruler, and though the instrument was impeccable at the task, she made sure not to hurt the girl, simply embarrass her. Proficient in the art of the spanking, Elise started with a regular volley, but soon she would start to mix it up…
Slap! The ruler found its mark on Juliette’s left cheek.
“One!”
Smack! This time it was the right.
“Two!”
Spank!
“Ow… Thr-!”
“Took too long!”
Splat!
“Three!” Juliette nearly screamed.
Smack… splat, spank, slap!
“Ow, ow, four fiv-six-seven!” Yelped a startled Juliette, her face getting redder and redder with each hit.
The punishment went on till twenty slaps had been delivered upon Juliette’s rear end. More than once, a cruel Elise had played dumb, determining she had heard nothing when, in fact, she had heard the number quite clearly. Perks of being in control, ha! She thought, a smug grin on her face as she did so.
Elise leaned over the desk to meet Juliette’s face with her own. Though the pose of the two teens was awfully similar, the older one’s demeanor was powerful, not vulnerable, as she wasn’t being forced off her clothing. Elise found Juliette’s eyes closed shut, both her hands tightly clenched in fists. Her face was burning pink. As it should. She thought arrogantly.
“Did you learn the lesson, my toy?”
“Y… yes… Elise.” the black-haired cutie answered in barely audible words.
“Good, my pet.” Elise giggled. “You may go now. I’ll text you when we’ll meet again.”
Juliette didn’t move for a few moments. Not even as she heard Elise leave the room through behind her. She lay on the desk, defeated, her practically exposed bottom tender and red. When she eventually managed to move, she cupped her cheeks. They were warm, though they didn’t hurt. Juliette looked frantically for her skirt before she remembered she had it right in front of her, quickly clothing herself and sighing relieved.
Elise just spanked me… Juliette gulped. It finally dawned on her as she exited the room. She just spanked me, like a naughty child! Is it… is it as red as my face? Oh god, that’s not something I want to find out, is it? She pondered, sorrowfully. That feeling of ardent humiliation she felt was about to become all-too-familiar, wasn’t it?
Author's Note: Hi everyone, part 5 was published when this board was down due to technical difficulties, and I must've forgotten to post it here afterwards. In orde to preserve the order of the parts, I'm adding here as SDS suggested. Hope you enjoy, Swimmy.
Part 5:
It was the third period of the last day of school before winter holidays. For Juliette, that meant it was the last period before the break, as her math teacher being absent meant she got to go home right after political science. She hadn’t had a run-in with Elise since last Tuesday. This is it! She thought, hopeful, as she took her place near the windowed wall, opposite from the door. I get to be rid of her for two weeks now. If I’m lucky, she’ll even get bored of me and will go pick on someone else after the winter break. Maybe she’ll even...
Juliette lost her train of thought to the sound of rapping on the door. A chill ran down her spine as she spotted Elise, who had made her way to the main desk and was speaking with her teacher. The period had barely begun, and so the class hadn’t started yet, as people were still coming to their seats. What is she doing here? She isn’t taking Political Science! The conversation went on. Juliette craved to hear what was going on between the woman and the teen, but she could not. They were too far away.
Much to her dread, she soon saw how her teacher absentmindedly pointed to a desk near the front of the class, the one next to the door, usually unoccupied, and she saw Elise approach it, a smug smile hiding behind the polite mannerisms she’d used. What is going on in here? She thought worried.
The class went on normally. For Juliette, it was a bothersome bore, as she’d aced the test two weeks ago, and now had to sit primly and quietly as those who had failed took their remedial tests. Even she had resorted to using her phone in class to pass the time, though, she opted for an e-book rather than social media. Nevertheless, she could not let herself give in to the fantastic world of Tolkien, as she could not help but shoot furtive glances at Elise. She was a row ahead of her, and three desks to her left. She was clearly not doing any schoolwork. Then why is she here? Juliette thought, trying to get her eyes to focus on the text and not on her tormentor’s back.
Suddenly, a pop-up notification appeared on Juliette’s phone, shadowing the reading app. It was from a number she didn’t have in her contact list and read:
E: “Hello, my little toy. Pretty boring class, don’t you think?”
Juliette looked up to see a grinning petite teen holding her phone, and histrionically pointing at the visible chat bubble. ‘Are you not going to answer me?’ Her gaze seemed to say. I have to text her back… Juliette thought, dreading what could come of it.
J: “Hi Elise. It really is a bore.”
E: “Lucky for me to have a toy in the classroom, don’t you think?”
Juliette didn’t respond. After a couple of seconds, her cellphone buzzed again.
E: “I said, don’t you think?”
J: “Yes, Elise. You are very lucky to have a toy in the classroom. I didn’t know you were taking this class.”
From any other person, Elise would’ve taken that first sentence for sarcasm. But not Juliette. Little Princess even punctuates her texts correctly, it’s adorable how proper she is even when playing along to her own humiliation. She thought as she eagerly typed. This is going to be a great last day of school…
E: “Oh, I’m not taking it. I was just bored and looking for a toy to play with
E: “Luckily, your teacher didn’t seem to mind me staying, so long as I was quiet. So, let’s play, shall we?”
There was a short pause before the reply. Elise was sure Juliette was sighing, trying to find it in her to keep up the obedience.
J: “Yes.”
E: “My, oh my, what an eager little plaything I’ve found myself, always ready to play to satisfy her owner, hehe”
E: “So, obviously, I can’t make you show me your cute little panties now”
E: “Well, I sure can, but I’d rather not do it in front of a teacher and get caught, you know…”
Juliette gulped. Is Elise really not making me flash the whole classroom only because of a teacher being here? Would she really make me… show everyone my undies? No, she has to be teasing me. Oh god, and it’s working! Juliette complained mentally, as she felt a weak pink shade start to take over her pale cheeks.
E: “So, tell me, which color are they today, my toy? I hope you didn’t wear a pair I’ve already seen, that’d be boring!”
J: “They are pink.”
E: “Awww, that’s all you’re gonna say? C’mon, Jules, be more descriptive, tell me about them”
The next text, once again, took a few moments to arrive. Oh, she can just picture me lifting that skirt of hers and taking a peak as she writes, can’t she? My, Jules, you prove me again and again that you are really the perfect victim! Elise thought as she stared at the white bubble that contained a bobbing set of three dots.
J: “Well, they are pretty basic. Pink cotton, with a few embroiled flourishes, like flowers, in a darker shade. They run along the waistband and the edges of it.”
E: “What are we talking about again? We’ve said they and them so much I forgot… silly me :p”
Juliette held her phone screen-side down over her desk. She looked up and sighed. As she moved to answer, she caught a glimpse of a chesire-cat-like grin on Elise’s face. Her eyes affixed no on her, but on the screen of her phone. Oh god, she’s divesting me in her mind. She can perfectly picture me in my undies, can’t she? She certainly has the experience to do so… The thought made her even more embarrassed.
J: “My underwear.”
E: “Hmmm. That’s not the word I used, is it? And last I thought, dolls didn’t know such long words…”
J: “My panties.”
E: “You’re forgetting two very important words, my doll. Are you doing this on purpose? Will I have to spank that cute bum of yours again? I’d gladly take the chance to punish you again…”
J: “No, no! I’m sorry Elise!”
That text came through almost immediately, ha! Thought a very cocky-looking Elise. Oh, there’s more!
J: “We were talking about my cute little panties.”
E: “Now, that’s better my little dolly”
E: “But now I’ve forgotten what you said about them… Oh, I’m really forgetful today, aren’t I?”
E: “You are gonna have to write it again for me, Jules. Using the correct way of naming them, of course!”
Juliette took a moment to brace herself before typing. Oh god! She has me fully clothed but red as a tomato! How can she embarrass me so much? But Juliette knew, of course. Oh, god, I can practically feel her undressing me as we speak. I can’t even look in her direction.
J: “My cute little panties are rather basic. Pretty pink with some lines of purple or darker pink along where they meet my skin.”
E: “That’s better my doll. It’s a very good description. I wish I could see them”
Elise had to bit her inner cheek as to not giggle out loud. Oh, god, why does this classroom have to be so grimly quiet? C’mon people, it’s just a little test you are sitting for. Elise thought, bothered. It has to be okay if you make a bit of noise… Ugh, you won’t let me giggle like a humiliator should. Shame. Even still, a silent Elise stared at her phone, savoring her virtual torture of the girl. Smirking and mentally snickering she’d only lift her eyes to look at a very red faced Juliette.
Her little plaything sat primly: back straight, shoulders not hunched at all, legs in a ladylike, proper position and arms properly folded in front of her, over her phone. Try as she might, though, the often-divested princess looked distressed. Elise quickly realized that Juliette wasn’t simply cupping her hands together for propriety’s sake. No, she clung to her phone making sure no one would see the screen of it. Even a sentence of those messages describing her underwear being seen by her peers would’ve made the girl all but pass out of humiliation.
Elise mentally undressed the girl with her preying eyes, picturing her as though she’d had been ordered to remove her skirt and was made to sit bottomless —and equally as properly, might she add—. Suddenly, Elise’s evil instincts burst ablaze. I certainly can’t make her take off her skirt but…
E: “Doll? Are you there??”
J: “Yes?”
E: “Oh, you just suddenly stopped replying, I thought you were too embarrassed to text. Hahahahaha”
E: “Anyways, as I was saying, I’d love to see those panties of yours. See them cling to your pale skin, make you show me your little skirt-less bottom. Oh yes, leave your skirt bunched up at your ankles… what a delicious sight. Would you like it if I did that, my plaything?”
J: “No…”
E: “I figured as much. But I still really want to see those panties of yours… your description really piqued my appetite”
J: “I don’t know what to tell you, Elise.”
E: “Oh, I wouldn’t know what to say either”
E: “I do know, however what you’ll be doing for me, my little pet”
Elise let her victim stew on the anticipation. She saw —quite satisfied— how her face turned pale a second, even paler than usual, and then exploded to its common pink-red shade. When she saw the teen typing, she diverted her gaze back to her phone.
J: “What do I have to do, Elise?”
E: “What an enthusiastic little doll I’ve found myself, ha!”
E: “You, Juliette Miller, will be taking off your panties and giving them to me”
J: “WHAT?”
So much for propriety, you flustered little noblewoman. Elise chuckled inaudibly.
E: “As you read, my little plaything, I want you to take off your panties right here and then give them to me. It’s okay if you don’t want to pass them around, you can ask to go to the bathroom and leave them in my desk on your way through the door”
E: “… But it would be really fun for the boys if you handed them your panties, don’t you think? Hahahahaha”
Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod! This cannot be happening! To say Juliette was in a panic would’ve been undercutting it, by a mile and a half.
J: “Please, Elise, couldn’t I take them off in the bathroom? I could give them to you on my way back into the classroom.”
J: “Pleeeeeease!”
E: “No can do, Jules!”
E: “Take them off, right here. I’m dying to see your red little face as you slide them off! You are gonna have to be silent, or a few boys and girls might catch a glimpse!”
Juliette set her phone face down in a rush. She gripped the sides of her desk as instinct. Her knuckles were white before she even realized what she was doing. Her face felt ablaze Oh god, and that’s just the idea of doing it, not actually taking my… taking them off! She thought in a frenzied terror. Mouth slightly agape, expression of pure horror and cheeks so red they warmed her entire upper body, Juliette’s wide eyes flew madly across the room to meet those of her tormentor. Elise was smirking madly, eyes gleaming with joy ash she regarded her. Juliette saw how the petite teen raised her forefinger to her lips and silently hushed. A subtle teasing, sure, but an effective one, as Juliette’s face suddenly felt even brighter than before. What if I’m not silent and someone sees?!
In a moment of surprising clarity, she broke eye contact and started to analyze her situation. She was still afraid, just not so much so that she was paralyzed. Okay… Okay… She sighed. There’s no one to my right, because I’m sitting next to the windows, and since I take this class in classroom 201, that means we’re on the second story, so nothing to worry there. Good, good… that’s good. She tried, to no avail, to steady herself.
Juliette discreetly looked leftwards and shot a glance at her blonde-haired, tall classmate. To my right there’s Emma. She’s so consumed in her Insta she won’t see a thing, right? She peeked again, trying desperately not to look conspicuous, and confirmed that, in fact, the teen was staring at her screen.
In front of me there’s Sean, but I shouldn’t have to worry at him, he is looking forwards and taking the test after all… Juliette thought as she looked at the back of the boy’s head. As an added bonus, the young man was fairly square-built, so he’d shield her from the teacher’s eyes. And behind me is… Damnation, who’s behind me? She thought in language uncharacteristic to her. Elise just had her that stressed out about her ordeal. She shuffled in her seat, almost daring to take a peek, but sternly stopping herself. I can’t exactly turn around without drawing a glance from whoever is behind me. Oh god, I’m going to have to risk it, won’t I? Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod. They are the most likely to see! What if it’s someone real bad? Oh God! Suddenly, a flash of color and brightness on her desk pulled her out of her trance. A pop-up notification.
E: “Tick, tock, pet”
E: “Better be quick, or else…”
Juliette didn’t reply. She simply shook her head as subtly as she could and tried to instill as much determination as she could through the movement of her mane of wavy, black hair. Unsurprisingly, her levels of instilled determination to pull down her panties in her classroom were at an all-time low. But she felt herself bending to the unforgiving pressure of time —and, equally worrisome, the pressure of Elise’s gaze—.
Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod I can’t believe I’m doing this! She thought as she ran her thumbs up her outer thighs, her skirt riding up with them. She felt the beat of her heart accelerate and pulsate through her entire body. She was trying to be as stealthy as possible, which meant keeping a composed expression, eyes forward, and yet she couldn’t help but dart her gaze everywhere every once in a while. No one’s looking… Ok… ok… I need to continue…
Elise sat as comfortably as the school chairs would allow her to —which meant using part of the wall to her left as backrest and that actual backrest as an armrest— and, with a smug grin plastered on her face, stared at her toy. She could tell no one else was watching. They were all either on their phone or focused on the test. What a bunch of idiots. If they only knew of the show they are missing… Elise thought as she licked her lips in anticipation.
She saw how Juliette finally found the courage in her to hook her thumbs under the deep-rose waistband of her underwear. The garment was barely visible, and Elise could only tell what her toy had done because she was the one who had ordered it. However, the way Jules’ skirt had bunched up near her waist was telling enough of her naughty little doing, should any of her classmate’s decide to look at the pretty little princess. After sighing three or four times, the soon-to-be panty-less teen started to push downwards.
Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod! Juliette thought as she felt the velvety cotton slide through her legs. Her face burned a deep, deep shameful crimson. She could feel her heartbeat throbbing in her ears. She hunched her back slightly as she pushed her panties as subtly as she could. She wanted to go fast, get it over with as soon as possible… and yet, her own body betrayed her, the shame of being commando in school was simply too big to “just take them off”, and so, she went slowly, prolonging her own humiliation. Elise must be loving this… I can’t even strip myself quickly when given the chance. I just have to draw it out! Oh god! She thought with dread.
And after an eternity —maybe even two eternities, for how long that felt!—, Juliette’s Miller’s girlish, pink, cotton panties were bunched up at her ankles, their pale color contrasting heavily with the dark wood of the floor.
Juliette’d figured not actively pulling down her undergarment might’ve stopped her shame even in the slightest, but she’d thought wrong. Every brush of her naked behind with her skirt, every second she pressed her thighs together, lest someone accidentally got a peek embarrassed the teen even further.
I’m… I’m not wearing any underwear… Juliette thought. The reality starting to settle in. She fought the impulse to hyperventilate and tried to remain focused on the task at hand. She bent forwards and slightly to her right, and reaching with her hand to get a grip on her underwear. It’s okay, I only need to pick those up, ask for permission to go the bathroom and slip them onto Elise’s desk. It’s going to be ea-
“Hey, Juliette, do you have an extra pen?” Said an absentminded Sean Whitlock derailing Juliette’s train of thought. She looked upwards, beady blue eyes opened wide as plates and a face turned a shade of even darker red. Juliette placed all her mental focus on not screaming. The boy put on a puzzled expression at finding his classmate in such a compromising position, though he didn’t know exactly what was compromising. “Mine just stopped working…” He trailed off. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, yes!” She said, trying to sit as upright as possible. Overcompensating a little, Miller? She thought. “Just… um… dropped my rubber.
“Well… Can I have your pen?”
“Oh, yes, of course!” Right, that’s what he wanted. Juliette handed him her pen and her extra one, for good measure, and all but stared at the boy until he turned around.
Elise Davis almost chocked while stifling her laughter, managing to compose herself enough that only a little giggle came out of her mouth. Oh, she’s just so precious a toy! She thought to herself. The way she jolted when that boy turned to talk to her? Oh, silly little thing, he had no idea, and yet, little Juliette acted as though he was seeing her in her underwear… I wonder how she’ll react when a boy actually sees her in her undies… She smiled smugly, eyes still fixated on her prey.
Bother. Thought Elise as she saw how uneventful Juliette’s asking for permission to go to the bathroom had been. Couldn’t you have just given her a little trouble? She glared at the teacher. Ugh, think of how squirmy and awkward she would’ve gotten? So red in the face and embarrassed too… bother…
Juliette walked stiffly —even more so than normal—, her right hand closed tightly in a fist that hid her undergarments. Not one for sleight of hand, the blue-eyed teen had no choice but to leave her panties on Elise’s desk. There was no point trying to shove them somewhere more secretive like, say, her tormentor’s bag. She knew she’d screw that up spectacularly, and that would lead to some very embarrassing moments.
Juliette dropped the pinkish garment without looking at them —to face them would simply be too embarrassing, wouldn’t it, my toy?— and, in one quick motion, opened the door and left the classroom. Elise threw a glance at the window in the classroom door and saw a very afraid blue-eyed, red-faced princess of a teen staring at her. No, not at her, but at a pair of underwear on her desk. My, my, a little anxious for me to put these away, aren’t we, Jules? Well, I guess I’ll take my time then. The wicked teen thought, grinning madly.
And take her time she did, or at least that’s how it’d seemed to Juliette, who, with a sense of growing dread and a face glowing of red, could do nothing but stare at her rosy panties from outside the classroom. Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod, what is she doing?! She thought in a panic. Elise was, with quite a noticeable glee, unfolding the bunched up clothing neatly over her desk, leaving it as one would when they were about to put them off after showering. Oh god! You can clearly tell what those are now! Pleaaaase, please be done with it! Elise traced the waistline of the pair, feeling the embroiled little details, before turning the around and checked the other side. She took ages inspecting her underwear —or so did Juliette feel— before, finally winking at her and putting them away on her bag in one swift move. Juliette sighed relieved.
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“What even is that?” Elise heard a very confused freshman say as he squinted his eyes and shielded them from the midday sun with his hand.
He was staring at the flagpole that stood tall in front of the school, of course. Everyone was. And how could they not stare at the flagpole, if instead of a flag, there hung a pair of girly, pink cotton panties?
“I wonder who the unlucky chick was…” Elise caught. Leaning against a wall hidden from the direct line of sight as she was, she felt practically invisible, so she dared look at who wondered that. It was none other than the boy who had asked for Juliette’s earlier, who was getting a good look at the panties. What’s the matter, big boy, never seen a girl undies? Well, if you do share classes with my toy then maybe I’ll remedy that eventually… She grinned. But not for a little while though, I’ve got an eventful couple of weeks to plan now…