[BeeKenny]

The Final Chapter!


Ash ran as fast as her legs could carry her.

She had meant to run from the control room as soon as she had hit "play" on the video of Amy's spanking, but her ego had got in the way and she had stuck around to watch the humiliation. She wanted to see Amy defeated, not just hear about it afterwards. But then the video had finished, and she had watched as Amy had somehow whipped the crowd into a frenzy, and Ash, for the first time feeling a bit nervous, had turned and ran.

Amy, meanwhile, stood on the stage next to Jo, who had covered up her exposure with Amy's graduation gown. Amy turned to Jo, who was still wiping away tears from her big brown eyes. "There's only one exit Jo, and then a choice of left or right. You go left, I'll go right, ok?"

Jo sniffed and nodded. Amy put her hands on her friends shoulders. "Come on Jo, be strong. We have to get her. We've all been shamed now, everyone except her. Let's do this, not just for us, but for everyone in the school that she's bullied."

Jo looked Amy in the eyes. "Let's strip that b*tch naked" she said. "Come on!"

Amy and Jo left the stage hurriedly and ran for the exit. Miss Hall, the principal, quickly took to the stage. "Would everyone please remain calm, and stay seated" she ordered. The students, however, were having none of it, and immediately got to their feet and ran after Amy and Jo. Today, someone was going to put an end to the war, and everyone wanted it to be Amy, for multiple reasons. For a start, everyone liked Amy, she was a sweet girl, and seeing her embarrassed like that in front of everyone was just wrong. Many in the audience had also been on the receiving end of Ash's wrath, and wanted to see the snooty teen finally taken down a peg or two. And lastly, at a base level, people just wanted to see Ash nude. She was arguably the best looking girl in the school, and she knew it. She liked to show off, but never too much. She never needed to try too hard. Her skirts were always short enough to show her shapely legs, but not short enough to catch a glimpse of her underwear, and her tops were always tight enough to show her sizeable chest, without displaying any cleavage. Well, after the number she had done on poor Jo, all bets were off now.

"Please everyone, stop!" cried Miss Hall, to no avail. The parents and some students remained seated. "I assure you, graduation WILL take place soon" said Miss Hall, "come hell or high-water!"

And so Ash ran and ran. She wished she hadn't worn such tight jeans, as they made it harder to get to top speed. She slowed down a little to catch her breath, and looked backwards to see if she was safe. At the end of the long school corridor, a door burst open and in charged Amy, followed by about forty students! The color drained from Ash's face. The crowd roared it's approval upon seeing Ash and they ran on towards her. Ash spun on her heels and raced for the exit. She was a good seventy foot ahead of the mob, and made it to the exit. Ash tried turning the door knob, but it was locked! With every second, the crowd was gaining on her. She turned, and there was Amy at the front, maybe thirty feet away. Ash bolted into the nearest classroom, her eyes searching for a way out. The window maybe? Her heart was thumping, it felt like it might leap out of her chest. She raced for the window and tried to fiddle with the lock.

Too late.

The door behind crashed open and Amy raced in. Ash was balanced on a table trying to open the window, when Amy grabbed her by the back of the jeans and pulled backwards. Ash looked surprised, and then toppled backwards onto the floor, landing on her butt. The fall winded her, and she sat lay there coughing for a few moments. The large group encircled the lone girl. Ash was scared, but she was trying not to let the mask slip. Amy stood in front of her, slowly clapping her hands.

"Well, well, well Ashley. Looks like it all ends here. I guess it's one against, oooooh, maybe thirty? Forty?" Amy shook her head and smiled "That's not good odds for you, Ashley."

Ashley remained on the ground. "Yeah Amy, I guess you're right. You've really got me this time", she sneered. "And it only took half the school helping you. Well done."

Amy was annoyed by her cavalier attitude. "I didn't need anyones help. They just want to see the spoiled little princess get her comeuppance."

The crowd roared in approval. Someone started a chant, "STRIP HER, STRIP HER, STRIP HER"

Several of the student s ran and grabbed Ash and lifted her to her feet. They held her in front of Amy. Ash remained defiant. Amy struck her across the face with an open hand.

"That's for Jo."

She slapped Ash again.

"That's for Kate."

Ash swallowed hard, fighting back tears.

"And this one is for ME" snarled Amy, drawing back her arm.

"WAIT!" shouted Ash. Amy stopped a second. "Is this how it's going to be, yeah? You can't beat me on my own, so you get the school to help, yeah?"

Amy looked impatient. "Ash, it's not…."

"It IS Amy. Face it, you need help. You always need help. Why don't you grow up and take responsibility? Can't you beat me on your own? Haven't you got the guts? Or is it like you said in the video - that you're a cheater!" Ash spat the last words out. Both girls were now red in the face. Amy stood for a minute, considering her options.

"Let her go" ordered Amy. The students holding Ash looked baffled. "Let her go!"

They relented, and Ash was free once again, although still trapped in the classroom.

Amy stared Ash in the eye. "Okay then, you against me. Just the two of us." She turned to address the mob of students. "No one step in. No one help. This is between me and her. We'll settle this once and for all."

No one could quite believe it. Ash had appealed to Amy's sense of pride. She had already admitted on film, in front of the school, that she was a cheater. Amy shuddered just thinking about it. She had to use this moment to prove that she was a strong, independent, grown up. She was an adult now, she could solve her own problems. And Ashley Brooks was most definitely a problem. The crowd backed away to give them space.

Amy and Ash started to circle each other. Both seemed reluctant to make a move. Ash felt like things were starting to go her way. She started to goad Amy, to get her to make a mistake. "Oh Amy, you're gonna get stripped today. The people have seen the video, now they want more. They want to see it all."

Amy felt her blood boiling. "Oh yeah Ash? Well it's you we're going to see. Everyone's gonna get a nice long look at those big titties of yours today."

Ash just smiled. "Is that so? I might just hang you up like I did with Jo? She acts so tough, but everyone saw that she's just a crying little baby today."

Amy's fists clenched hard. Ash carried on talking. "Yes, I'll get Pam to help too. Remember when she spanked you with your own belt Amy? You cried and cried and…."

Amy could take no more. She lunged forward at Ash, but Ash was ready and stepped out of the way, keeping one foot out to trip Amy, who went flying into a desk with a resounding "Oooooof!" With Amy briefly bent over a desk, Ash reached for the waistband of her black pants. But Amy twirled round to face Ash, and swung a right hook at her. Ash moved backwards to avoid the blow, and suckerpunched Amy in the stomach. The blond girl dropped to her knees in pain. The crowd couldn't believe it. They started chanting for Amy, to reinvigorate her. Again she got to her feet and reached for Ash, but Ash was remaining calm. She dodged Amy, who once again fell onto a table. She was exhausting herself. Ash took the opportunity, and took Amy by her t shirt, and tore it up over her head, exposing the slender girl's bright red bra. Her breasts jiggled as the shirt was taken from her, and she quickly clasped her arms shut over her underwear.

Amy had a very bad feeling about this. Ash was grinning from ear to ear. "See Amy? That's the difference between us. I remain calm under pressure. Well, that, and I have much better tits than you." Some of the crowd laughed. Amy was now very concerned that she was losing the crowd over onto Ash's side. That was the last thing she needed. She looked around at them.

"Come on, somebody help me!" she said. "Hold her again!"

The students just shook their heads. "You told us not to Amy." piped up one of them. Amy felt her legs go a bit wobbly. She looked from face to face, but none could hold her gaze. "Please? Won't somebody help me? She's stripping me!" whimpered the exasperated girl.

Ash started to laugh. "Oh my god, this is the most pathetic thing I've ever seen! Let's get it over with!" she pushed Amy hard, and the partially disrobed girl fell onto her back. Ash went to work on Amy's pants, trying to rip them off. Amy shot her hands down to keep them up. The students watched intently, and there was a glimpse of bright red panties, as the pants slipped down an inch or so. Some of the crowd were now taking photos, and Amy was painfully aware that in the struggle, one of her breasts had popped out of her bra and was merrily bouncing around. Amy managed to kick out, catching Ash hard in the crotch, and Ash staggered backwards. She bumped into Sara, one of the students who had come along to see Ash get her just desserts. Ash had tormented Sara for years, and had made a habit of stealing her glasses. Ash, feeling like she could do no wrong at the moment, decided to grab Sara's glasses from her. Ash put them on and walked towards Amy, who was still lying on the ground in her smart black pants and red bra. She had used the time to put her boobs back in the bra.

Ash capered in front of Amy wearing Sara's glasses. "Come on Amy, you wouldn't hit a girl in glasses, would you?" cackled Ash. With the joke made, she took off the spectacles and through them into the corner, where the lenses could be heard shattering.

"Hey!" cried Sara. Ash turned and looked at her.

"What did you say, you little four eyed b*tch?" said Ash, stalking towards Sara. Sara regretted it. Ash grabbed Sara by the hair and pushed her forwards till she was bent over on the teacher's desk. The crowd watched. Amy put her shirt back on. What the hell was Ash up to now?

"If you have a problem with me" rasped Ash to Sara, "You know what happens." With that, Ash flipped Sara's skirt up over her back, exposing her white Hanes Her Way knickers and her petite rump, and started viciously spanking the girl in front of everyone!

It was to be Ash's ultimate undoing. The mood in the room changed instantly. It was to have been a fair fight between two girls, but now Ash had gone power crazy. Her hand was sadistically whacking Sara's panty clad butt, Sara was crying at the pain and the humiliation, and Ash was ranting at the room, "This is what happens to you! Don't mess with me! Boy, girl, I don't care, I'll spank the hell out of you! All of you!"

Just as Sara thought her bum couldn't take any more, the spanking stopped. She looked up to see that one of the jocks had grabbed Ashley and put a hand over her mouth. "You know Ash, you're hot, but you're still a nasty b*tch. So just shut up and take it." He pushed Ash into the middle of the crowd, which, this time, quickly closed in on her. Ash looked around panic stricken, as this huge group of people, male and female, surrounded her. She felt hands, clawing at her, grabbing, ripping, tearing. She felt her shirt being lifted up, exposing her neon pink bra, now the only thing covering her ample breasts. She felt a hand clutching at the clasp of the bra. The inexpert nature of it suggesting it was a boy's hand.

"Stop, stop, stop it!" She roared. "I'll strip you all! You're all gonna get it now! EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU!"

The ridiculous nature of her protestations had the assembled throng in gales of laughter. But the laughter soon reached fever pitch, as the boy finally unhooked Ash's bra, which fell to the floor with a thunking sound. The room was momentarily silenced as they took in the view. The view of the large bra with great big falsies in it. The view of Ash's tiny, A-cup breasts, her small nipples standing out like bullets, the view of her face as she was exposed, exposed as a fraud.

"OMG, they're fake!" "I've got bigger ones than her!" cried one boy.

The noise resumed as everyone joined in the hilarity. Ash could feel hands all over her body, squeezing what little of her boobs there was, pinching and flicking her nipples. She still struggled, lashing out and kicking, but there was too many of them. Now she felt hands working away on her jeans, her tight, tight jeans. Even Ash had a struggle getting them on and off.

"STOP" came a voice in the corner. Everyone stopped and turned. It was Amy. She smiled. "It's not the same if we don't film it." said Amy, getting out her camera phone. "How's it feel to be on the other side of the lens, Ash? How's it feel? This video is going all over youtube. All over Facebook. All over the world. I'm going to send it to everyone I know. We all are. When we have our ten year reunion? We're going to show this video. This is the end, Ash. This is it. All your years at school, building up to this. Your legacy. In a hundred years time, people are gonna talk about the video of Ashley Brooks, and how she never, ever showed her face again."

The crowd erupted once more in cheers. Amy sure knew how to deliver a speech. She pointed the camera at Ash's flat chest and said "Oh, and by the way. I got much better tits than you."

Ash was about to reply, but she felt work resuming on removing her jeans. There were lots of hands pulling, and Ash knew she couldn't stop them all. Instead, she decided to grab hold of her knickers, to make sure they didn't come down with the jeans. She felt a hand fumbling with her buttons, and a sharp tug pulled the jeans down an inch. Another tug took them further down. Ash's matching hot pink undies were partially visible. One herculean tug later and her jeans were just above her knees. Ashley Brooks' pink panties were exposed for all to see. She lay there, allowing the jeans to be pulled completely off, leaving her lying on the floor, surrounded by her classmates, completely naked except for her small pink undies and black socks. Now everyone knew she was a fraud, as her tiny bare boobies, that she had so carefully hidden for so many years, were now exposed to all. She wished her nipples would stop being so stiff, but so many hands kept playing with them. And through it all, there was Amy, filming her.

"Okay guys, put her over there on the desk." ordered Amy. "It's time for a game. It's similar to a game Ash played with me once. What we're going to do, is put Ash over there, and we're going to tell her something she did to us once. Then, she apologises to us while we spank the hell out of her butt! and I film it!"

Amy had the crowd in the palm of her hand now. They lifted Ash over to the desk and put her over it. As they did, they got their first real view of Ash's delightfully plump ass. The pink panties were small, with a lot of bare fleshy cheek poking out. But more than that, the panties were totally see through at the back, and Ashley's buttcrack was, like the rest of her, seen in public for the first time.

Sara walked up to Ash first. "You always steal my glasses. I hate when you do that." Then she raised a palm and started whacking Ash on her buttocks, the round cheeks bouncing like jello. Ash knew what she had to do.

"I'm sorry that I …..[whack]….. stole your glasses……[whack]…..I deserve to have my bottom spanked……..[whack]……like a little girl….[whack]

Everyone laughed at Ash, none harder than Amy. "It's true Ash. We all thought you were this tough girl, but you really are nothing but a naughty little girl. But you know, you were a very, very naughty little girl, Ashley. And very, very naughty little girls don't just have their bottoms spanked. They have their bare bottoms spanked!" The crowd cheered as Amy handed the phone to someone and slowly, oh so slowly began the grand unveiling of Ash's naked bum. The little see through skimpies came down and down, until Amy rested them just below Ash's pert cheeks. Ash could feel everyone's eyes staring at her completely naked, chubby little bottom. Amy leaned over and whispered into Ash's ear. "You should never have messed with me, Ash. Say it!"

Amy started spanking Ash's naked, jiggling bottom. Each blow caused the pale white cheeks to wobble, and Ash finally burst into tears.

"I'm sorry……[whack]……that I……[whack]…..messed with you…..[whack]……I deserve to……[whack]……have my……[whack]……bottom spanked…..[whack]…..like a little girl!"

"Your BARE bottom Ashley! Say it again!" laughed Amy.

Through thick sobs, Ash tried again.

"I'm sorry……[whack]……that I……[whack]…..messed with you…..[whack]……I deserve to……[whack]……have my……[whack]……bare bottom spanked…..[whack]…..like a little girl!"

Everyone got to take their turn. Ash's butt got spanked, and she apologised for all sorts of things, things she didn't even remember. By the time they were finished, her butt was red. Amy pulled Ash's little panties back up, and turned to the crowd. "Okay guys, lets go and graduate. You too, Ash!"

"Oh please no, please, not in front of everyone!" she whined.

"Haha, look at you, begging me now! I'm very sorry Ash, but I think about all the teachers and parents and the other students who didn't get to see you naked, and I feel sorry for them. Let's make this graduation really special!"

And so Ash found herself being marched through the corridors back in the direction of the stage. A couple of times she tried to run, but firm hands grabbed her and held her in place, hidden in amongst them. The group marched in, headed by Amy, and they climbed onto the stage.

Only minutes before, Pam had been removed from the rope above the stage, which Amy was unaware off. However, she was very pleased to see the rope still hanging there. She had something that she wanted to show everyone. She signalled the group to usher Ash over to the rope without anyone seeing her yet. One of the boys climbed up to the gantry to control the ropes, whilst on the stage, the rope was threaded through the legholes of Ash's panties, then tightened. Ash knew what was happening. It was what she had done to Jo. It was poetic justice. Maybe Amy was going to play the spanking video she had just shot? Maybe….

Her thoughts were cut short as the rope started to lift. She felt movement behind her, a slight tugging in the back of her little see throughs. Then the pull got more intense, and she could feel the skimpies lifting up, being pulled taut, sliding up and into her ass crack. The panties continued their journey up, her knickers now a neon pink thong, both thoroughly spanked cheeks on full display. Ash raised herself up on tiptoes to ease the pressure she felt in her butt, and also her vagina. The panties were starting to dig in there too. As she started to slowly lift off the ground, she felt her lips part slightly as her little pink knickers forced their way into her hairless pussy.

At this point, Miss Hall was taking to the stage, unaware of Ash's predicament, hidden as she was by the group of students. Miss Hall spoke "Well, it seems we can finally get on with graduation. No more ridiculous surprises in store, I trust". The crowd started laughing hysterically. Miss Hall turned to see Ashley Brooks, school b*tch, dangling from a rope by just a pair of skimpy pink underpants. The panties were stretchy, and were up as high as her bare breasts, which were surprisingly small. Tiny even! The on stage crowd dispersed, leaving just Ash's dangling nude form, and Amy. Amy pointed at Ash and spoke into the microphone.

"Well guys, I promised you a show, didn't I"

Ashley had never been so humiliated. Stripped, spanked, filmed, wedgied, and hung out on display in all her tiny-boobed glory. Amy had won, all right. Amy had won.

The audience got to their feet in applause. A standing ovation. Amy's smile beamed out. Victory sure tasted sweet. But not as sweet as revenge. The little blonde girl had defeated her greatest foe. And now, people would remember Ash hanging naked from the stage, not her friend Jo. And then Amy felt pain, someone grabbing her ear and twisting it. Amy dropped to her knees, and the audience went quiet.

"Amy Stark, is this how you were brought up?"

Amy's heart sank. It was her mother!

"Mom, you saw what she did to me!"

Her mom didn't let go. "And what happened to the teachings of the lord? What happened to 'turn the other cheek'? What happened to 'do unto others as you would like done to yourself'? What of these, Amy!"

"But mom, they spanked me! You saw the video! Please mommy, let me go!" Amy hated the way she said mommy there, in front of everyone. She was an adult, for goodness' sake!

"Oh, I saw the video all right. The video where you ADMITTED to being a cheater! You sleep with boys do you? Other people's boys? I'm disgusted."

"Mommy [there's that word again!] please, it's graduation day, please just let me graduate!"

Her mother shook her head. "No Amy. Adults graduate. Grown ups graduate. Responsible people graduate. You are a naughty, selfish, mean spirited, vindictive little girl. But, as the bible also says, an eye for an eye." She glanced up at Ash, still hanging there. She might as well be totally starkers, the way her panties were digging in to all the major crevices. "Lower another rope!" shouted Mrs Stark. Amy's face went absolutely pale.

"No, no, no" was all she could say, as her mother deftly lifted her shirt up over her head, revealing, for the second time that day, her red bra. Mrs Stark twisted Amy's ear up, raising the girl to her feet.

"Take them off", demanded the older woman.

"Mommy, mommy, mommy, don't, I'll be good, please don't make me take my clothes off, not in front of all these people, please, I'll be a good girl!"

"Oh for god's sake, don't be ridiculous. You're not an adult, you're a silly, bad little girl." said Mrs Stark, letting go of Amy's ear, but grabbing her black pants and, in one fluid motion, yanking them down Amy's legs. As she came back up, she easily unhooked Amy's red bra and tore it from the poor girl's chest. It took Amy a second to realise what had just happened. Her own mother had just stripped her, disrobed her and humiliated her in front of everyone. This was graduation day, Amy's big day, and now she was standing in front of everyone in….wait, what was she wearing? Oh god, a thong! Amy realised she was wearing nothing but a skimpy red thong, with little black polka dots on the front. Amy started sobbing as her mother threaded the rope through her tiny undies, and signalled for the rope to be raised. Like Ash moments before, Amy felt an incredible pressure building between her legs as the thong was pulled tighter and tighter. The fabric strained, Amy hoping it would break and she could run from the stage. But no, the thing fabric somehow remained intact, vanishing between her lips, the thong turning into a g-string on both sides.

"Woah, the carpet don't match the d****s!" shouted someone, and everyone laughed at the helpless, nude girl as they noticed her blonde hair, which she always claimed was natural, did not match the dark curly hairs now visible to everyone in the hall. She looked over at Ash, who looked back. Both girls sobbing, both naked except for their little panties, suspended above the stage in an atomic wedgie on graduation day. Amy looked at Ash's small chest and thought - well, at lease I definitely do have better tits than her.

Miss Hall took to the stage one more time.

"Okay, can we now get on with graduation?"

For the last time, the crowd roared it's approval.

As the names were called out, each student took to the stage to receive their certificate and graduate. And each one, on their way to receive it, spanked Ashley Brooks across her plump naked bottom. And each one, after receiving the certificate, gave Amy Stark a spank on her little round bare ass.

Amy and Ash made eye contact again. Ash mouthed something to her. The words I'm sorry.

Amy just shook her head sadly.

And then someone spanked her ass, and she yelped.