[ENF] Unlucky You

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Loving this, was following it on Dan's board before it was taken down. please keep it up.

[dsp333]

Wow! I think this is the best story on the entire board!

[JoeTheLeopard]

Hey, thanks for the kind comments. Much appreciated. Sorry for the long wait - hope you enjoy the next part.



“umpghghedhggh”. You weren’t feeling particularly sympathetic towards Jemma (after repeatedly stripping and humiliating you) but you had to give it to her – at the very least, she was consistent. In the 5 minutes that had passed since Kate had finally managed to shut her up, she hadn’t stopped trying to shout her way out. The muffled sounds were a constant in the room.
None of her friends, including Florence, had done anything to help her out. You certainly weren’t going to stop Kate doing what she was. Still in the same position as you were the last time – awkwardly crouching, hold your stretched grey panties up with hand, your other hand covering your matching bra in front of the webcam (Heck, why hadn’t you switched that thing off yet?!), you were clearly not in a position to help out.. As if you would anyway. She had it coming. In fact, you hadn’t even moved to get some proper coverage; such was the interest you had in watching what Kate was up to.
After she’d used Jemma’s tee shirt as a gag, Kate stayed sitting on top of her, pinning her to the floor. You wondered what she would do now? Kate had a choice. Do the honourable thing, and send everyone home and call this night off as a disaster. Or, to finish off a night that was full of snidey b*tchy moves, with one to end them all.
She looked over to you for help making the decision. It was telepathic. It was like your friendship was now stronger than ever before. She knew exactly what you were thinking, exactly what you wanted, no - needed, when she asked Molly for her checked shirt. You knew Molly wouldn’t be happy; having to strip back down to her black and white polka dot underwear went completely against her natural conservative notions. But Kate knew she had to do this, you needed some sort of revenge as an end to this horrible day.
So as Molly joined you in being left in only your skimpy underwear, surrounded by girls and a webcam full of people dressed properly, you felt a tinge of excitement. Thing tinge grew further too, when Kate grabbed Jemma’s hands, thrusting them over her head, and tying them together to the increased sound of frustrated muffiling. You were sure Jemma was probably stronger than Kate, but you liked to think Kate’s increased anger at what had happened to you was pushing her through.
Jemma was now lying on the floor, her arms pulled away from her, her breasts pointing upwards, looking rather more exposed. Kate was pinning her down, laughing at her predicament. Jemma’s friends were speechless, perhaps in shock that this was happening to her. You didn’t look over at the boys on the webcam, but you imagine Marks excitement, Alex’s shock. You suddenly realised that just thinking about Alex furthers that tinge of emotions growing inside you. You sneak a peek behind you, and realised that while the other boys were looking at Kate in amazement, Alex was staring straight at you.
You quickly turn around in both fear and glee. Did he have the hots for you? This was too much to handle. You didn’t even know what to focus on. You were overwhelmed, but what a lovely feeling you felt. Gradually, you let your right hand slowly slip you lacey grey panties down a bit. What was the harm in showing off a bit, you were in a celebratory mood. And this mood grew when Kate played her next move.
Making sure all was clear to the webcam, Kate re-manovered herself around on Jemma’s body, Jemma’s view of what was happening blocked by Kate’s back. Kate leaned forward, looked around, and delicately, seductively even, slowly peeled off the shiny black leggings. You noticeably reveal a bit more of your cheek, and feel your heart rate rise. You were really surprised and shocked at what you were doing – after a day spent being embarrassed at showing yourself, you now really wanted to. You had to!
Jemma’s knickers matched her bra. The dark navy with the yellow lining only served to highlight her shiny legs to the room, which was mainly in shock at Kate’s actions. Jemma’s legs looked a lot longer when they weren’t being covered by those leggings, you pondered.
You were expecting Kate to whip them completely off, but what she did next was something straight out of Jemma’s book – that is, something completely unexpected. She took off Jemma’s socks, and then tied her leggings right around her ankles.
“Everyone” Kate spoke to the whole room. “It’s been an eventful night. But now we are going for a short walk”.
You couldn’t see Jemma’s eyes, but you imagined them popping out of her head. What the hell did Kate mean by that? “Going for a walk?” She wasn’t surely planning on extracting revenge on Jemma publically? Oh boy, you’re not sure if you can handle this. You really are feeling horny now.
But as Kate gestured to you to come and help her prop Jemma up into a standing position, you realise you’ll do anything to see this through. This was going to be good.

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[JoeTheLeopard]

Hey, here's the next part - enjoy!

It was a real struggle getting Jemma down the stairs. She was completely immobile, her legs bound together by her leggings, her hands by the checked shirt, and her vision blocked by her very own tee. Kate, in her new role as ruthless Supervillain, was using the opportunity to further taunt the nearly naked and defenceless Jemma, slapping her bum and tickling her to further her embarrassment in front of the webcam (now being held by Molly clambering down the stairs behind you). Molly herself looked pretty relieved to not be in Jemma’s position, but to also not be in the view of the camera, she was still embarrassed bless her. It looked as though she had had enough of the boys staring at black and white polka dot panties; her face was still beetroot red.
The same couldn’t be said for you. Your earlier inhibitions of the day had faded, replaced now by feelings of pure ecstasy and excitement. It was like you were drunk – reckless decisions were being taken without a moment’s notice, and you were loving it.
Kate led the way down the stairs, leading Jemma forward, while you held on to her from behind, doing your best to try and stop her (and your now stretched knickers) from falling .Then followed the webcam and Jemma’s friends circling behind. They looked dazed, confused even, as if they didn’t know what quite had happened to the leader of their flock. But you weren’t focusing on this right now. You were far more excited by the webcam, and the catcalls emanating from it, that was directly behind you. All the curves and contours of your body must have been visible, but you didn’t care. The fact you had to constantly keep your panties held up by one hand to stop them falling down all the way didn’t deter you from enjoying this. You were sure you must have snagged Alex’s attention.
Your only worry was that you could feel yourself growing hotter, both externally and internally. All this over exposure was causing you to sweat all over, but you were sure you were becoming noticeably wet where it mattered. Surely your lacey grey panties wouldn’t become transparent?
You have the vague feeling you may regret this unwarranted showing off in front of all these boys, but right now, you don’t care. You are living in the moment. The stress and embarrassment of the day just passed is gone. You are free.
Soon you are all outside. Jemma has stopped her muffling, not making a sound. She couldn’t have seen that she was outside, but you knew she could tell. The pimples on her skin shone out in the exotic moonlight. This must have felt like a nightmare for her.
It wasn’t a particularly cold night. It was dark indeed, but mild none the less. Even so, it wasn’t warm and you yourself felt the chill. The air passing along your skin suddenly woke you out of your somewhat odd mood, and the realisation of what you were doing, and where you were doing it hit you. You were standing on your best friends front lawn in nothing but you underwear, surrounded by others in dress, not to mention people peering in from their homes. You have always had a mini crush on one of Kate’s neighbours Rory, and if saw you like this you didn’t know what you’d do.
You realised too that all it took was one of Jemma’s now silent friends, maybe Florence, to remember you were in your panties, and to expose you to the world. You’d be outside, naked as the day you were born. Not a stich of clothing protecting you. Heck, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Was it too late to turn back? Kate should send everyone home.
“Here, take this, it’s freezing out here isn’t it?” Molly handed you a black hoody. It wasn’t expensive or particularly warm, but my god you were glad to have it. You quickly threw it on, zipping it up. It felt good to at least have some coverage in the darkness. It was weird how just moving from the safety of indoors, from a house you knew so well, to the outdoors, with the limitless possibilities that followed, through you off kilter. Your exhibitionist tendencies were clearly not yet that developed.
You watched as Molly put on her hoody to. It provided her with a lot of coverage, which you could see she cherished. It was even long enough to completely cover her polka dot knickers. Her legs looked especially long, and naked, against the hoody (Molly’s looked a little old and big, maybe it was Kate’s dads or something?).
However, as you looked down at your own attire, you realised you weren’t so lucky. You had gotten one of Kate’s hoodies you suspected, as, although it was enough to cover most of your body, you realised that your panties would still be on show. To completely stop anyone from seeing your underwear you’d have to stretch the black material down, making it reach your thighs. Of course it took two hands to this, and with a moment of pure horror, you nearly felt your panties drop away from where they should be, exposing your most private areas. This wasn’t good. Gradually, you start to think Kate might be making a mistake. Couldn’t this act of vengeance really back fire? This might not have been one of better idea’s..
You came the conclusion that it was better to have the hoody than not, and as long as you were mainly covered from anymore prying eyes, you’d have to make down. The hoody came down to just above your knicker line, and you’d have to hold onto your panties with at least one hand at all times, but it would have to do.
As you looked up and around to take in your surroundings, you were aware of Florence eyeing you up intently, and staring at you in a funny way. Why was she looking at you like that? You also noticed the illuminated webcam she was holding was also facing you. Had the boys seen just how lose your panties had become? 10 minutes ago the thought would have excited you. Now however, you can feel the fear rise from your belly and spread through your whole body. That wedgie had really taken it out of your underwear – it had ruined them.
Kate marched Jemma towards the end of her quiet suburban road, which corners onto a far busier, and noisier main road. As Jemma heard the noise of traffic, engines running at the traffic lights, you saw her shudder and groan. This was going to make her pay. The yellow lining on her underwear shone out in the light just as much as her legs, and there was no way anyone was going to drive past a boring intersection and not notice this beautiful girl without her clothes on. Payback time.
Kate had also bought some rope, and lined Jemma up against the tree. Her face pushed up against the bark, Jemma looked uncomfortable, but you thought it was perhaps the way her bum was pushed out wide into the open world that really made frightened her. Kate made Jemma’s friends hold in her position, as she calmly and authoritively walked round the tree, still in her white dress. Jemma’s friend went along with it so casually, you couldn’t quite believe it. Kate seemingly owned them right now. To you right now she looked like an angel, giving Jemma exactly what she had coming to her.
Jemma grunted as the rope was brought up tight to her. Her hands were untied and pulled round the tree too, stretching her body around it. As Kate knotted it at the end, you realised Jemma really couldn’t escape. Here she was, stuck in the middle of a public street, tied a tree, in just her lingerie. But what she really should have been worried about was that you had just seen how amazing this opportunity was. You were going to make her pay.




With one hand still holding onto your panties, you slowly approached the shivering Jemma. Taking one last look at her panty clad body, you smile to yourself. This was going to be good.
Breathing in, with a smug smile still plastered to your face, you raise a hand, and smack your palm directly onto her backside. As your hand returns you watch her bottom jiggle in the fresh night air, aided by the sound of Jemma’s muffles.
That felt surprisingly good. You feel relief. You do it again. And again. And then a couple more times.
You said you wanted to make her pay, and you felt vindicated doing what you were doing. However, you’d never done anything like this before. You were never the type who would end up this position, let alone enjoy this much you thought.
You didn’t know how far was too far and soon found was yourself lost in the moment. You started to lose count of how many times you’d slapped her ass. It felt so good to get revenge for the various strippings and wedgies she’d put your through over the last couple of hours though. There was no way you could stop now – this feeling was too addictive. And so was the sight of her backside jiggiling. Oh how embarrassed she must be you thought.
You quickly forgot how much of your own flesh the smallish hoody exposed. You weren’t even aware of fully gripping your own slipping panties. All that mattered was inflicting embarrassment on Jemma. Getting even. Oh, how the tables had turned. You spanked her again.
But just as you’ve got over your quibbles about publically humiliating this girl, you’re interrupted.
“Hey you! Stop that right now”
You turn away, abashed that someone dare interrupt your deserved revenge. Who do they think they are! Your about to lash out at whoever this intruder is, but suddenly your heart stops.
Not literally of course. But for a second, you want to die. You want the ground to swallow you up. You wanted this to have never have happened.
Standing less than 5 yards away from you, with a sympathetic smile on his face, was Alex. Oh how your heart skipped a beat when you saw his chiselled cheek bones and scraggy haircut. Even after his own humiliation, he’d still come to find you. How did he know you liked him? Heck, its in this moment that you do like him. You want to see this boy again.
Which is exactly why your heart nearly stopped. You needed to make a good impression. But Alex is not only seeing you in your worn out panties, wearing only an undersized hoody which may or may not make you look like a slag, he’s seeing you acting like a complete b*tch! What is he going to think of you? Maybe part of what made him like you was your shared humiliation earlier on? Shit, what if he’s going to like Jemma instead now?
However, Alex’s next line puts all your fears to best. You were going to get on just fine.
“Don’t start something like this without me again.”
He stepped towards you, looking Jemma up and down. She was still tied to a tree, gagged and only in her blue panties and bra. He smiled at you. You instantly felt more relaxed.
You remember to smile back, before raising your hand to continue. But Alex put his hand gently on yours, a signal to stop. How did everything felt so dreamlike, it was all too perfect. He was perfect. This moment was perfect.
“Stand back so everyone can see darling”.
You turn round, and realise a massive crowd of people have stopped to watch. The original small crowd of just Kate and Jemma’s friends now include some other familiar faces. You see Mark, Tilly from school, Rory the neighbour, and tons of completely random strangers, all revelling at Jemma’s embarrassment. Cars were strewn across the street, people parking wherever they can. Why had a group of less than 10 grown into hundreds. Maybe this was getting out of hand? It wasn’t certainly a surreal situation you felt. Everyone was egging you on.
Before you give the mob what they want, Alex slowly strides forwards, to the other side of the tree. He turns around, facing you once again, still smiling confidently.
“Let’s warm her up, shall we”.
And with that, he reached round the tree, slowly gripping the yellow lining on Jemma’s blue panties. You see her slowly shake as she realises what is to come. But Alex doesn’t mean to cause her physical pain – only embarrassment.
Lifting the knickers from the waistband, he pulled the fabric towards her back. Although she couldn’t really move, Jemma arched her back to try and ease the pressure. You saw Alex chuckle at this. He didn’t seem at all fazed by the absurdity of the situation. The lifting of the waistband meant that more and more of her behind was revealed to the crowd.
Now this was just revenge for what she did to you. Hell, Alex should take her panties completely off, that of course being the fairest option. Jemma couldn’t escape; there would be nothing she could do.
Alex finished giving her the slow, revealing wedgie. This situation was perfect - too good to be true. Her underwear had been stretched to the middle of her back at the top. It wasn’t far enough to rip the panties, or to cause her any real pain, but it showed more than enough skin for what you were about to do.
Alex gave you the nod. You turn around and looking at the baying mob. You turn back and look at Jemma. Your raise your hand. You’ve been waiting for this for so long. You shut your eyes just before impact. You remember to enjoy this moment, it’s the type of thing that comes around so rarely in life. You bring your palm down as hard as you can.

Opening your eyes that morning was one of the biggest disappointments of your life. And that wasn’t an understatement. The realisation that spanking a stripped down Jemma in front of a crowd was just a dream wasn’t a nice one. Even though last night you knew Kate was right to send everyone home when she did (just after she stripped Jemma, she knew to call it a day before it got too far), you wanted to hit her now. What a missed opportunity. You had to try and get Jemma back for what she did to you, but away from you dreams, did you really have the confidence?
And as you wake up and decide exactly what you are going to wear to get through this next day successfully, you can only hope that you do have the confidence to contend with Jemma, Mark and Tilly, no matter what your state of dress.

The last third or so of that was written while I was slightly drunk - I do apologise if it isn't quite grammatically correct. Hope you all appreciated it none the less. Tell me what you think!

[butthead9000]

Awesome!

[s4mmyb]

Wish there was more as good as this. Anyone know of any that are as realistic and have as much build up?