Footrest in front of other girls

You were standing at your locker, sorting through your bag when you heard a noise behind you. Suddenly you felt cool air on your legs and heard the sound of multiple people laughing.

Before you could react, you felt your underpants being pulled up between your buttcheeks in a wedgie.

'So Boy, did you get my homework done?'

You instantly recognise the voice beside your ear as Sarah's.

'I only got a B+ on that last assignment you know. I can't have that again, it sets a bad example. Also, if I don't make you keep your standards up, who knows what will become of you...'

As she trails off as if in thought, she gives an extra strong yank on your wedgie, eliciting an involuntary moan from you.

Finally gaining enough of a hold of yourself to speak, you reply ' Yes, Sarah, I have done your homework. I'm really sorry about that B+ too, it won't happen again.

'I know homework is beneath you. I'll try to do better from now on.'

There is a stammer in your voice that anyone watching would attribute to pain from the wedgie or humiliation but, in reality it's because she's pulled your underwear in such a way that it's lightly brushing the tip of your penis and you're struggling not to react.

'You're right', Sarah replies, 'honework is beneath me, which is exactly where you're going!'

She grabs your right arm and twists it up behind your back. You feel yourself being marched over to a bench in front of the girls' changerooms.

'Get on your hands and knees!'

This is a command and you know it.