”But it’ll have to do!”

"Well," the teacher's assistant continued, "What you've got on isn't really 'school appropriate' but it’ll have to do!" Gary grabbed Katie by the wrist and started running towards the door. Katie didn’t even have time to close her locker before she was dragged outside. The class was organized in three rows, each slightly ajar from one another so every student was able to see the coach. The teen’s classmates were generally keeping to themselves until Gary shouted, “I’VE GOT ONE!”

The young men and women of Katie’s class turned around and stared. Some laughed. Others scoffed. Many were blushing. The brunette could feel herself turning red. She began hugging the little fabric she had with her free arm. The chatter at Katie’s expense was seized by a blow of the whistle. “Thank you, Gary,” the coach said, “Please take your position with the rest of the class. Katie, come here.” The teen slowly shuffled her way to the teacher. Coach Niddletin looked at Katie as if she was a cat who had just clawed through her favorite dress.

“Tardiness: Final strike. Improper attire, a school offense. Explanation?” the coach asked as wrote on her notepad. Katie replied, “I left it at home. It’s in the laundry.” Mrs. Niddletin quoted the words she had written down, “‘No explanation.’” A chuckle rang out in the class but was once again extinguished by the coach’s whistle. Coach Niddletin sighed and said, “Katie, I will have to place this on your record and it will have a significant impact on your grade. Do you understand?”

Katie sniffled. Not only had she been dragged out in a skimpy bikini in front of her classmates, her grade was also going to suffer. If her mother and Aunt Jill got word, she would be guaranteed at least a month filled with horrifying punishments. “P-please, Coach Niddletin, you can’t let my mom know!” the brunette inched her way even closer to the other woman. Katie couldn’t see her coach’s expression change through her blurry eyes. In fact, she wasn’t sure if it had at all. Mrs. Niddletin said, “I’ll consider it but you must prove yourself today. Your participation is key.” The coach grabbed Katie by the shoulders, **** her to stand up straight and said, “We start with our stretches. Katie, you’ll be our demonstrator for today.” Katie looked at the crowd of people before her. She knew that Samantha was in there and all of this would get sent back to the cheerleaders as well as anyone else at school that Katie had learned to dread. She really didn’t want put on a show for her, much less in a bright purple bikini. However, the brunette had decided long ago that her family was far worse than anything the outside world could throw at her. Katie nodded to the coach and wait for her instructions.

“First stretch,” Mrs. Niddletin said, “Legs shoulder width apart. Slowly touch your toes. Feel the vertebrae shift. Go as far as you can.” The students followed her orders without fail. Katie was a bit pleased with this exercise. Everyone’s eyes were off of her and facing the ground. This victory was short lived as she began to notice how limited the support her bikini provided. Her breasts popped out of her top with ease and now were swaying freely an inch away from her face. Katie lifted her arms to fix it but was smacked by Mrs. Niddletin’s notebook. “Fix your bra later, Katie,” the coach said, earning some giggles from the students. After the exercise, the brunette quickly tucked her breasts back inside.

The coach read the next stretch, “Now, crouch. Stretch out your right leg. Don’t let your butt hit the ground. Hold your foot with your hands then alternate legs.” Katie did as she was told. Her enjoyment as the class example had dropped significantly. Now, everyone could see her and was getting an eyeful. Her purple panties still hung loose on her. Her unshaven pubic region peaked slightly above the waistband. Her face was hot, her body was cold, and she was losing control of her breathing but Katie continued. The brunette switched legs when she was told to, again and again.

“Final stretch,” her coach declared, “Place your butt on the floor. Spread your legs as wide as you can. Reach for one leg, then slowly shift to reach the other.” Katie lowered herself onto the asphalt. The rocky surface dug into all of her sensitive areas. The brunette stared at the crowd, all had a bright smile and sharp eyes. She tried to do the exercise but something was wrong. Her insides were crumpling under pressure. Her heart was racing. Her vision was blurry. Mrs. Niddletin said something Katie couldn’t hear her. The next thing the brunette knew, Gary wrapping his arms around hers. The assistant breathed right into her ear and said, “You need to do it like this.” Gary guided Katie to her right foot, his pressing down on her back. Then, he slowly lifted her arms up. Katie began leaning into Gary’s knee. Her entire torso tensed up. The brunette let out a moan as her crotch throbbed. She was so close. Then, Gary lowered Katie’s hands onto her left foot. The jagged asphalt dug into her nether regions and her juices began pooling into her bikini.

“That’s enough, Gary. Thank you,” Mrs. Niddletin said, “Everyone, stand up.” Katie was a lot slower than everyone else. ‘Did I just orgasm in front of everyone?’ she asked herself. She looked down. The bikini wasn’t stained and she still felt pent-up. She really wanted to hide in the restroom for the rest of the day or year. Coach Niddletin inspected the brunette and said, “Katie, you have gravel on your rear. Let me get that for you.” Before Katie could protest, the coach spun her around and began swiping the stones off her bottom in front of the class. The rocks popped off a few with each graze, leaving behind visible indentations. “God, her ass is like putty!” one of the students exclaimed. “Hey,” the coach shouted, “Alice, we do not comment like that!” Coach Niddletin reeled up and stomped her foot down, glaring at her student. Unfortunately, her swiping hand followed suit and swatted Katie’s bikini bottoms loose.

The garment made its speedy descent to the brunette’s shoes. Katie stood in shock, unable to register that her bottom was fully exposed in front of the class. A few drops ran down her legs. Laughter erupted around her and Katie was brought back to Earth. She knelt down and wrapped the fabric around her, letting out a weak cry. The coach blew her whistle hard and screamed, “DO ALL OF YOU WANT TO TAKE A TWO-MILE RUN TODAY!?! ONE MORE OUTBURST AND YOU’LL GET IT!” Recollecting herself, the older woman said, “Sorry, Katie. Let’s begin with the next activity.”