Climb of shame

“Today is upper arm strength, and core strength, Rope climbing!” Scott blew his whistle sharply, sound echoing through the room.

“And you ms dental-floss, you’re first. Get out the mats and lets get started”.

Rachels face went pale. She was dumbstruck by scotts announcement. Rope climbing? In a thong!? The coarse fibers would burn her skin! As pretty much everything else in the gym the ropes were old and in bad condition. Coarse fibers could be observed sticking out from the braids, giving whoever climbed it a tug on the chest and thighs.

She approached Scott timidly.

“Sir… Im in a thong, the rope…”

Scott interrupted her sharply

“How very observant of you Rachel” he snorted “I’m not changing the plan for today just because you decided to wear… that…” he gestured towards Rachels crotch.

“It was not like I planned to!” Rachel objected

Scott ignored her

“Mats are on the place, miss dental-floss you’re up!”

Rachel bit her lip and felt goosebumps building on her body. The initial exertion of the jog was beginning to pass, and she began to notice how the cool air circled her body, emphasising her nudity, She could even feel a cold draft between her legs.

Rachel was strong, so climbing ropes was possible for her, but the idea of everyone watching her from below made her stomach curl.

“When you are ready!” Scott said impatiently crossing his arms.

Rachel took a deep breath, squatted down and made an initial leap to the rope. Securing her legs she wrapped the rope between her legs and began her ascend.

She was right to be ****, the rope dug into her hands, the fibers burned her thighs, and pulled relentlessly against her body as she was attempting to defy gravity. With each leg lift she pushed her hips and tilted her pelvis backwards. Halfway to the top she began to feel the strain on her arms and she struggled to wrap her legs around the rope correctly. Everytime she altered her grip the coarse rope brushed against her crotch. Rachel winced with pain. There goes my relaxing day in the sun this weekend, I won’t have any skin left she thought to herself.

By now a group had gathered around the rope. Scott was clutching his teeth, doing his best to avoid looking at Rachels progress up the rope. Jenny was biting her lip, breathing heavily. and Tina had a wicked glee on her face. Every lift Rachel pushed her bottom out, giving the spectators a clear view of Rachels behind. The thong, now thick with moisture, had lost its elasticity was now shifting with her movement, flashing the crowd below. The crowd collectively relished the scene above them, even Scott lost his composure staring intently at Rachels exposure noticing his increased heart rate and erratic breath.

As Rachel was approaching the top she was struggling even more, on a particular part of the rope, there had formed a knot on the braid, cursing this newfound challenge, Rachel gritted her teeth and pushed out her pelvis further, once she locked her legs and pushed towards the knot, she could feel it scratch her stomach. The next move was difficult, but she manged to pull through. The consequences of this manoeuvre was lost on Rachel, but not on the group below. The waistband of her thong had been caught on the coarse knot, and her panties were now being pushed lower and lower with each step.

A collective gasp passed through the crowd. Jenny was now noticing her excitement more acutely, a warm tingle began to form in her shorts. Tina was applauding. “Great job Rach! Keep going! You got this!” Rachels bottom was now on full display to the crowd, two white buttchecks, panties sliding down, each squat gave the viewers a clear view of every detail of Rachels bottom.

Rachel uttered a sigh of relief, as she finally reached the top and touched the ceiling. She looked down on the crowd below triumphantly. But something felt wrong, she noticed a burning sensation not only on her thighs, but between her thighs. A sudden panic surged through her as she noticed her panties was midway down to her knees.

She shrieked in horror at the realization that she was now completely bottomless, and probably had been for quite some time. Everyone below had prime seats to gaze at her entirely naked body. She frantically tried to reach the panties, trying her best to lock the rope between her thighs. She managed to pull the panties halfway over her bottom before disaster struck. The reaching and pulling had broken her concentration to cling to the rope sufficiently. Even though the friction helped, it was no longer enough to keep her steady and she descended down the rope in a near free-fall. Scott rushed to the rope readying himself to catch the near naked teenager falling down like a bag of bricks.

In an act of instinct Rachel locked her legs tightly, reducing her speed as she made her way down the rope. This put a strain on her inner thighs, as the rope was riding up her crotch nearly as fast as she was riding down the rope.

She shrieked out in fear, panic and pain as the thong wedged herself between her legs, the thin fabric served as an unrelenting string attempting to crawl up inside her. An audible gasp went through the crowd, the girls were screaming in fear. Boys were holding their breath.

Scott’s strong arms were fortunately at the right place at the right time, catching Rachel dampening her fall. He picked her up carefully and placed her on the mat.

“Are you ok Rach?” the taunting nickname was now forgotten looking at the teenager’s painful distress.

Rachel crouched and held her hands tightly to her crotch, whimpering.

“God fucking…. Fucking rope!”

After a good 5 minutes of a steady stream of cursing she stood up, still hunched over wincing in pain, but at least she was on her own two feet again. As she rose the class went utterly silent.

“What?” Rachel exclaimed.

“Uhmmm…. Rach…. It looks like your pussy was hungry and ate your thong, Jenny pointed at Rachels crotch.

A third shriek echoed through the room. The fabric of Rachels thong was now pulled way up her front like an **** wedgie, the fabric resembled little more than a string exposing her outer lips, she quickly tried to adjust the thong, but to no avail. The fabric was torn at the sides, any sudden movements may cause the entire thing to fall off. It was a miracle that it hadn’t done so already.

“Erhm… Jenny… you should take Rach to the nurses office, just to ensure everything is in… order down there….”