[BeeKenny]

The school bell rang, signalling the start of class.

Miss Julie Bell sighed and prepared herself for her class. She had only been gym teacher at this school for 6 months, and already she had learned to dislike this particular group of students. Still, at just 22, she was the youngest teacher here, and figured she had been given this unruly lot as a trial by fire.

She watched them file past her into the changing rooms, a riot of noise and profanity. Today was soccer practice. Julie bounced a soccer ball off the floor and wondered what Summer Jones’ excuse would be today. Summer’s was often described as ‘athletic’, though it referred only to her shapely body. Julie had rarely seen Summer participate in any gym class activities. To be honest, Julie was fed up of the girl’s excuses. However, Summer had just returned from a week long suspension, her second of the term so far. One more would mean expulsion from school, permanently. The thought made Julie smile to herself.

Soon the kids were outside, fooling around. Julie blew her whistle and got everyone’s attention.

“Okay everyone, soccer today. Get into two teams.”

The kids shuffled around into their factions. Julie looked over the assembled teenagers.

“Where’s Summer?” she asked.

No one made eye contact, and Julie knew Summer was still in the changing rooms. She stormed off to find her.

Sure enough, as she entered, she saw Summer sitting on a bench, texting.

“Summer Jones! Are you not joining us today?” asked Julie. Summer smiled sarcastically at her.

“Sorry miss, I forgot my kit.”

At this line, a plan started formulating in Julie’s mind.

“Oh? And why should that stop you?”

Summer looked irritated.

“Well, I can’t do gym without my kit, can I?” she snapped.

“Don’t worry, we have spare clothes. I’ll go and get you some.”

“Don’t bother, I’m not wearing someone else’s smelly old gear.”

“We’ll see about that.” said Julie, departing. Summer resumed texting, but was interrupted minutes later by Miss Bell entering again. She threw some shorts and a tee shirt at Summer’s feet. Summer looked up at her. “Put these on.”

“I will not,” said the surly teen. “You can’t make me.”

Julie could see how the male gym teachers could let Summer away with anything. Her long brown hair tumbled past her slender shoulders, framing a perfect smooth face. Her slim figure belied her perfectly rounded rump. Her breasts were small but still eye catching. She was certainly a looker alright. It made Julie angry.

“You will put these clothes on right now, little missy, or you can go out there in just your bra and panties.” snarled the teacher.

Summer finally stopped texting and looked at Julie with fury in her eyes.

“What did you just say?”

“You heard me. You can do gym in your underwear or in these clothes. But you will participate in my class today.”

“The hell I will” replied Summer, uneasily.

“Well perhaps I should report this to Mr Bronson. Refusal to be in my class might just lead to another suspension….or should I say expulsion.”

Summer was aghast. “You can’t expel me for this! This is bullying!”

“If I don’t see you outside in two minutes, then you’re outta this school, forever.”

Summer picked up the baggy grey shorts. “These are too big! They’ll never fit!” she whimpered.

“Then get outside in your panties.”

“That’s not fair! You can’t make me!”

Julie turned and walked out. “Two minutes”, she called out over her shoulder.

Julie was bluffing, but she hoped Summer had bought it. She was organising the teams outside when she heard pupils stifling giggles. She looked over and saw Summer sheepishly walking across the soccer pitch towards them. She had changed into the clothes. The shirt was too small, tight over small globes of her breasts, stopping just above her navel. The shorts were comically oversized. You could probably have fit another pupil in there with her. Julie was sure there’d be no shortage of volunteers for that! Summer trudged over, holding her shorts with both hands, pulling them up, bunching the waistband up to hide her underwear. She shot Julie a nasty look.

“Well, look who’s joining us today. Nice shorts, Summer” chuckled Julie. It was unprofessional, she knew, but seeing the teenage beauty taken down a peg or two was amusing.

The class went on for a while without much incident. Summer rarely moved from the spot, holding onto her shorts with grim determination. The boys kept passing the ball to her, hoping to force her to accidentally flash her undies at them, but to no avail. Julie decided to get the game moving properly.

“Alright guys, 5 minutes left. And the losing team has to do a forfeit.” She tried to contain her smile. “100 star jumps!” she said. All eyes were on Summer. Everyone knew the teen queen would not be able to perform star jumps without dropping her shorts and showing all. Things had just gotten very interesting. Summer just stared at Julie, making daggers with her eyes. However, Summer didn’t realise the ball had been passed to her and was resting at her feet. She also didn’t see her classmate Ellie running up towards her.

Now, Ellie could probably have just kicked the ball away from Summer. There was no need to barge into her and send her flying to the ground. And yet that was what Ellie did. She shoulder barged the snooty girl in the back. Immediately Summer stumbled forwards. She thrust her hands forward to try and keep her balance, which caused her big shorts to fall down to her knees, tripping her. As she stumbled forwards, Summer was painfully aware that her panties were now on show. She reached down to lift her shorts back up, but by this point it was too late. She was falling forwards and landed face down in the grass, her booty pointing up in the air, concealed only by her lacy French cut red and black knickers. The delicate fabric stretched tight over her firm, round cheeks. To gales of laughter, she yanked her shorts back up to her waist and looked up at Ellie. Ellie shrugged and kicked the ball away.

Summer stayed down on the ground. One of the boys ran past her, and said “Nice butt” to her. Summer was livid!

Then the whistle blew and the game was over. Without even having to ask, Summer knew she was on the losing team. Miss Bell called everyone around.

“Alright guys, the blue team won five goals to two. So you know what that means, reds….100 star jumps, now!”

Summer’s team got to their feet and started getting it over with. Summer stayed seated. Then she felt hands on her shoulders, lifting her up, carrying her over to her teammates. Two boys deposited her next to them. Miss Bell called over, “That’s right Summer, you too. You were pretty much the cause of this loss.”

Summer looked around for help, but everyone was just watching her. She did a half hearted jump, still clutching the waistband of her shorts.

“No, no, no, Summer. It’s a star jump, jump high, kick your legs out, arms in the air!” chided Miss Bell.

With a face like thunder, Summer did a star jump. After one, her shorts dropped to her ankles. At the second try, her shorts flew right off and landed in the hands of one of the boys. She was now facing the class in her skimpy lacy panties and a tiny t shirt. The jumps were making the shirt ride up to just below her breasts.

“Come on Summer, just 98 more!” someone shouted. Summer closed her eyes and jumped and jumped and jumped some more. Her small chest bounced eagerly with each jump. Some pupils, mainly the boys, were now standing behind her, watching her tanned bottom jiggle with the exertion. The lace effect did little to hide her butt crack.

The rest of Summer’s team had finished, and now stood watching the embarrassed teen perform her ridiculous aerobics show. Miss Julie Bell dismissed the entire class and sent them back to get changed, except for Summer. The poor girl was exhausted, and she stood panting in her panties before Julie.

“Please Miss, can I stop now? I can’t do any more jumps”, implored the red faced girl.

“You’re only at 60. You have another 40 to do” said Julie, shaking her head. Then Summer got down on her knees.

“Please Miss, I’m begging you! I’m so tired, and now everyone’s seen my panties, and….” the rest of the sentence was lost in sobs as Summer started crying. Julie felt a strange sensation, deep down inside of her. Here she was, confronted with a teenage girl, stripped to her panties, on her knees, crying and begging her for mercy. And Julie loved it! She had never felt so turned on. It caused Julie to say something, something that could easily have gotten her sacked.

“Okay Summer, you can stop after 10 more….”

Summer looked up, hopeful.

“….if you take your shirt off.” finished Julie.

The words just hung in the air for a while. Julie couldn’t believe she had said it. She had basically just outed herself, and made it clear that she wanted to see Summer in her underwear. But it was more than that! She wanted to embarrass, to humiliate Summer, to make her cry and beg! Julie didn’t know she had these feelings inside her. Her thoughts were interrupted by Summer standing up and pulling her tiny shirt up and over her head. She discarded it and stood before Julie, her little black and red knickers a contrast to her lacy white bra.

“Happy now?” whispered Summer. She began to shiver.

“Just go”, said Julie, alternately excited and ashamed of what had just taken place. Summer ran off to the changing rooms. Julie admired her jiggling little bottom as she ran.

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Julie stood in the changing room showers, soaping herself. The final bell had rung 20 minutes ago. The entire gym area was deserted. Julie felt the warm water cascading down her naked body and thought of Summer, the tough girl reduced to a snivelling, whimpering wreck. The thought of it made Julie feel even warmer and wetter than the shower.

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Outside the shower block, a figure lurked, silently. They crept into the changing room. They could hear the noise of the shower.

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Julie switched the shower off and wrapped herself in a towel. She entered the changing room and sat herself down. She kept seeing Summer’s face, tears rolling down her cheeks. She thought she had been able to see the outline of Summer’s nipples through the fabric of her bra. Julie sat quietly for a few moments, just listening. There was no one around. Everyone had gone home. Unable to contain herself any longer, Julie shrugged the towel off. It fell to the floor, leaving Julie sitting stark naked. Her hands slid down her belly and nestled in between her thighs, where Julie worked herself into a climax.

Then she had another shower, got dressed and went home.

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The figure watched as Julie left. Never in her wildest dreams could Summer have expected that! And was it her imagination, or had Miss Bell gasped “Summer” towards the end? There was only one way to find out. Summer picked up her camera and put it in her bag. The whole incident was on tape. She could watch it and check when she got back home.

Julie Bell was going to regret ever messing with Summer!