Brandy

You wake up, but you don't want to open your eyes. It's your third day at HSU, and while you've managed to avoid any embarrassing incidents, you've seen enough to make you anxious just about every waking minute. It started as you arrived. There was an unlucky young freshman boy dressed in only a small pink thong tied to the front gate. Couple that with the slender young woman hanging halfway up the flagpole by her matching Hello Kitty bra and panties yesterday, and you're all nerves.

After a few minutes, you remember that you have ****, and you turn yourself sideways, setting your feet on the floor. You grab a pair of red bikini cut panties, and pull them on. They ride slightly up your large, curvy backside, but lift it a little as well. You find a matching bra, and cover that up with an HSU sweatshirt and a pair of track pants. You take a deep breath, and remind yourself not to care what anyone else thinks. You say it enough that you start to believe it, until you step out into the light of day. Nothing stokes your insecurities like being surrounded by people your age. Whether they look or not, you feel as if every last person you walk past is judging you.

At one point, you become distracted by a nearby crowd, and trip over a root protruding from the ground. You fall forward, and your arms flail out in panic, grabbing the first thing they can find. You feel them wrap around some fabric, that falls to the ground with you. Before you can look and see what happened, you hear a wave of laughter from all around you. You look up to see a skirt in your hands, sitting around the long legs of a tall, blonde woman, now dressed in only a t-shirt, and a tiny blue g-string.

She quickly yanks her skirt out of your hands, and pulls it up, as you stand to your feet. "Are you kidding me?!" she yells. "Do you have any idea who I am?!"

"I'm so sorry." you stammer, becoming increasingly aware of the crowd that has begun to gather. "I didn't mean to..."

"You didn't mean to pull down my skirt? I think you're lying. You wanna know what I think? I think you're an uppity little freshman who wanted to make your name by getting one over on Hailey Jordan." The sound of her name causes your eyes to go wide. You'd been warned about her by your roommate. Your heart sinks into your liver.

"No! No, I didn't want-"

"That sounds right!" pipes up a slightly shorter woman with long, brown hair. It's now you realize that Hailey is flanked by a couple of other seniors, who don't look like they're there to help you.

"Well," says Hailey, "You're about to make a name for yourself, but it isn't gonna be at my expense. Girls!" You try to run, but her toadies grab either one of your arms, and hold you still. "Flagpole!" Without hesitation, they begin dragging you toward a nearby flagpole, followed by what has become a crowd of about thirty other students.

"Get her shirt." she orders, and before you can object, they grab your sweatshirt, and lift, flashing your bright red bra which holds back your DD cup breasts. Soon, your shirt is up over your head, and off completely. You try to cover with your arms, but they grab them and pull them apart, giving the crowd a good shot of your shirtless body.

Hailey's friends then tie your hands with the rope from the flag, and pull down on the other side, forcing your hands up into the air until you're almost standing on your toes, your back facing the crowd.

"I don't think this crowd is big enough. HEY!" Her shouts cause your knees to shake, as even more people start to pay attention. "Come see what happens with a stupid little freshman crosses Hailey Jordan!" She then gets up close to your ear and whispers. "I'm gonna make sure nobody remembers me with my skirt around my ankles, and that you never forget today." As she walks around, trying to draw more people, a number have made their way around to the other side of the pole, getting a better look at your almost uncovered tits, some even taking pictures.

"Alright, that looks good. Now we make an example of you." With that, Hailey grabs the sides of your pants, and yanks down, pulling them to your ankles, and reveals the bright red panties that barely cover your backside. "Hello! Take a look at that big ol' booty!" The crowd laughs, as you blush heavily, squirming, but can hardly move at all. Hailey gives your ass a smack, and you let out a quiet yelp.

"Go ahead! No extra charge for pictures! Capture the moment for posterity!" You hang your head, hoping your hair obscures enough of your crimson face.

"Please let me go." You whimper. She smiles at you, and gives your ass another smack.

"You know what? I think we should leave your fate up to the crowd. What do you think, ladies and gentlemen? Should I show mercy, or do you wanna see more of our friend here?"