[Nathaniel Keam]

Good evening! I've lurked on this forum a while and have really enjoyed a lot of the stories here. Instead of merely sitting back and waiting for everybody else to write I made an account and here's my first contribution to this forum. I hope you enjoy. If people like it I've set it up for a possible series

‘Dapper’ Danielle, as she was known around school, was a tease. People refered to her as a ‘tease’ because she isn’t a tease anymore. Every so often, Bullworthy High School yielded something new. Each year group received some form of treat or trick on an annual basis. Danielle’s year group was treated to her destruction and humiliation in front of the whole year group. Now, the brave and bold black-haired beauty was relegated to the level of outcast. Nobody would associate themselves with her, and she didn’t want to associate with them. They had seen everything from her emerald-green eyes to her hidden alabaster skin. She would never forget the day where her great enemy stole her modest. Never, only when her vengeance was complete.

The day was a cold November morning after a gruelling week of exam preparation. The students were tired and few people interested in nothing but experiencing something exciting at the weekend. Of course, Danielle and her crew of prissy pirates were stalking the schoolyard attending to their business. She, taunting the nearest guy, and the following mercenaries hanging to her every word.

Contrary to how she acted, actually showing off was never on her mind. Part of her charm and excitement, from the perspective of the male student body, was the fact she never revealed a thing. Her entire wardrobe covered everything but her hands and face. This didn’t concern the raging hormones of a bunch of teenagers, though, it was the anticipation of seeing what she was hiding under those layers.

Not all the girls were enthused with the actions of their female counterpart, however. They hated it, and this cold November morning was the time to take action. Secretly, they’d elected one of the feistiest girls in the school to represent them and humiliate the bimbo of Bullworthy. She was Reagan, a small yet strong girl who practiced kickboxing in her spare time.

Around the back of the science block stood a small concrete yard where few people spent their time. It was free from the prying mechanical eyes of the security cameras and free from any nosy teachers. The perfect place for a war.

Of course, Danielle was by no means weak and defenceless. She didn’t stand a chance against Reagan but she could put up a good fight. As soon as the 30-minute break period began, Reagan and her friends met around the corner from their chosen location. They knew their target was going to appear sooner or later. Dressed in thick black leggings and denim shorts with gold pumps she walked forward at the head of her little coalition. In her brown leather jacket flanking a black vest top she stalked proudly to her destination with the knowledge things were about to change.

Unsurprisingly, Danielle and her friends were relaxing in privacy chatting away with the odd plume of misty cigarette smoke rising from the ranks.

“Hey, skanks, where’s Danielle?”
“None of your business.” the nearest drone said.
“What is it?” a voice came from behind the nearby group.
“Oh look, the wh*r* steps out.”

The girl moved through the gaggle’s parting and stalked towards Reagan who stood her ground. Thrusting out her moderate breasts she radiated confidence.
“That’s a tough looking walk for someone who ain’t nothing.”
“Who are you anyway?” Danielle asked. “You’ve never even had a boyfriend and all you do is shove your nose in the books like a right little geek. You're nothing with those small boobs”

She sized up her challenger for a moment, her hands daintily perched on the hips of her dark grey long-sleeved sweater. With a brief snicker and a motion to her entourage she turned away from the confident teen and began to walk away, her curvy butt covered by the seat of her light grey business trousers swishing in the cold air.

Muttering obscenities under her breath, Reagan stepped forward and launched a clenched fist into the back of the pale Danielle’s shoulder-length hair. It didn’t take long for both parties to jump in, but as they struggled it became clear she had chosen her allies wisely and her rival's friends begrudgingly stepped backwards. She was now alone and cut off behind an impenetrable wall of hostility.

Dazed and confused, she held the back of her head and leaned against the building for support. A throbbing pain rushed through her scalp and she bit down on her voluptuous dark red lips.

“Come on, it’s time for you to eat dirt.”
“Aaah..”
“Get up.” She grabbed her roughly by her hair and began to drag her away from the building.
“Let go of me.” She screamed and pushed her away.

Reagan wasn’t prepared to give her rival any breathing room and she dived forward using her kickboxing skills. Grabbing her hair she came to life as her veiled bronzed legs began to strike her opponent in the legs and the midsection. The poor girl stood no chance as she beat the wind out of her until she flopped to the ground coughing and spluttering.

A crowd was growing as someone had evidently spread the word about what was going down. Delight plastered across the multiplying number of faces as ‘Dapper’ Danielle lay flat on her back.

“Ok, you’ve seen the beating now who wants to see a humiliation?”

A cheer sprang from the crowd. Everybody had wanted to see this tease exposed since the first few days of high school, and now they were about to get their chance as she shuffled away on her behind.

Her scream of defiance went up as the kickboxer grabbed the heel of one of her long black boots and began to pull her back along the ground. But she wasn’t beaten yet as she desperately kicked against her grip and sent Reagan swaying backwards and forwards. Another kick of her free foot caught her square on the jaw and staggered her attacker. Taking her brief advantage, she scrambled to her feet and drove her back first into the brick wall of the science block. On her knees the early attacker grunted in pain from the blow.

Seeking to inflict her own form of humiliation she grabbed the bottom of her leather jacket and ripped it off over her head to reveal more of her exotic skin and two navy-blue bra straps peeking out from both sides of her black vest top. Quickly tossing the jacket away into the crowd, Danielle picked her downed opponent up and slapped her across the face. Big mistake.

Going toe-to-toe with a girl of this strength would soon transform into her downfall as it didn’t take long for her fury to take its toll on her face and head. Down on her hands and knees again, she wasn’t going to benefit from any of Reagan's showboating. The defender felt her dark grey sweater peeled upwards and over her head to leave a pair of pale arms spread out in front of her.

Alarmed at their master’s stripping, two of her friends came rushing out of the crowd from the other side of the wall and joined the fight. One tackled Reagan to the ground with a crash and the other guided her long fingers into the back of the waistband of her leggings and began to pull both leggings and shorts down. Wrenching as hard as she could as reinforcements came to grab her she unveiled the small black thong of the disorientated kickboxer.

Quickly adjusting herself as the two invaders were wrestled away by the crowd with slaps and punches, she checked her undergarments were covered before turning back to her battle. Not for one second did she expect so much resistance.

“Nice try from your friends, but too bad. Your time’s up.” Regan taunted.

Barely recoverijg, Danielle rose to her knees and Reagan wrestled her to her feet in just a tight black t-shirt exposing small slits of her waist. Immediately, she was thrown headfirst into the wall and crumpled into a heap on the floor. A swift kick to the stomach left her flat on her back, exposed.

Lying on her back with her whole belly uncovered a pair of hands began to wrench the t-shirt up her body. Clinging on desperately, she successfully stopped her exposure just under her breasts. No amount of pulling and straining would unveil any part of her underwear. Changing tactics, Reagan sat on top of her opponent’s belly and skilfully moved a hand downwards to the waistband of her light grey business trousers. Before she could react, the button was unclipped leaving her modesty hidden by an extremely fragile zipper.

The ploy worked. Not willing to lose her trousers before her shirt, she weakened her grip to defend her bottoms and a strong pull lifted it over her breasts and head. The first part of humiliation completed as wolf whistles permeated the air and Danielle screamed when she soon realised how cold it really was. Only her reddening face helped to warm her up again whilst frantically trying to cover her modest breasts, held by a black bra which barely stopped her jugs billowing out into the open.

In what seemed like some distorted attempt at sportsmanship, Reagan allowed her to get to her feet. With one hand desperately covering her breasts and another keeping her trousers from slipping down an inch, tears began to brim. Her embarrassment in front of so many people was breaking her.

“Embarrassed, humiliated, feel like crap?”
“Shut up.” she replied weakly.
“Not so fun when you feel like garbage.”
“Please…”
“Stop, is that what you want?”
Danielle nodded.
“Not a chance honey, we’re going all the way. I’m going to make sure you can never show your face again round here.”

And she launched herself forward towards the hapless teenager who pathetically backed up. To no avail her head was, once again, slammed into the wall. Releasing her hands from around her breasts she scratched and clawed at the air. Again, to no effect as she was hit from all angles. With no time to know where to feel pain she sank down to her backside under the barrage.

She closed her eyes and awaited her fate with careless hands. Taken to her feet again, her head collided back into the wall.

“Oh look, you’re crying. Just wait until I’m done with you.”

By this time that weak zipper had steadily lost its hold and was almost half way down. With each slam and each hit her trousers drifted to the ground and for the first time her panties came on show. A small strip of fabric at the back; red, lacy, and matching her reputation as a tease.

“Strip her!” voices came from the crowd.
“You want to see her panties?” Reagan called.
“Woooo!”
“You got it. She’s been a bad girl so let’s punish her together.” And with that she lifted the barely conscious teen to her feet and bent her over her knee. “Ok, guys line up and get a taste for this flabby ass.”

Stinging slaps reigned down upon her behind periodically as the crowd stepped forward in an orderly fashion to pile on her punishment. She knew they could see her modesty, and she understood what was happening to her more as a particularly heavy slap collided with her hidden cheeks sending reverberations throughout her half-naked body.

“Ok, guys, you’ve had your fun now let’s have some more. We’ve got plenty of time until next period.”

Danielle’s worst fears had been realised as she felt a cold hand plunge into her trousers and the tickle of the waistband on her lukewarm thighs as it tumbled to just above her knees. All she could do was scream. Her last hopes of escape dashed with the first appearance of her lacy underwear. Sumptuously sexy and showing the bottoms of her chiselled cheeks. Finished.

“Wow, you do have a nice ass I’ll give you that. But big girls don’t scream so I guess another round of punishment is in order.” Regan grinned as she playfully poked one of her cheeks making it jiggle in the winter blues. “Ok, so it’s time to spank this ass. If anyone wants the rest of this stuff you can take it.”

They didn’t need a second invitation. With the hard spanks came the removal of her long boots and her trousers to leave her bent over in her bra and panties. There was no resistance now as her pain was compounded by her black bra being torn off her body. The only thing standing to attention was her pink nipples rising up from her snow-coloured body.

The grey sky was spinning for Danielle and there was no thinking now. Reagan played the crowd for the remainder of the break and her friends steadily stopped their resistance and drifted away. Left alone and abandoned her lacy red panties were soon stripped down her legs and off. For the last ten minutes the guys, and even some of the girls, were able to browse the fallen princess at their leisure. An immaculately trimmed pussy gained particular attention with her legs spread out to reveal everything.

Nobody helped her during the groping and pinching. Reagan had won and she knew it. Regaining her jacket and fixing herself up she gathered up her hated enemy’s clothes and left the scene leaving Danielle to regain her senses.

“Well, that’s her finished.” said Katie, one of Reagan’s allies. “I kind of feel bad for her, Rachel, she’s just crying now.”
“Serves her right. Hot body though.”
“Watch this, I’ll snap a few pictures. Let’s make sure she never comes back.”

When all was finished and the bell rung, her foes took the evidence and Danielle staggered away and out of the school gates to run home. It was the worst moment of her life. Her most devastating injury, but she wasn’t one to let things die. Deep down she was a warrior. And standing under the hot shower doused in soapy suds the revenge plan was already being planned.

Reagan, Katie, Rachel, Charlotte, and Kristie, these students wouldn’t ever look at her again in the same way.