Lose the pants

"I think you should take her pants." She says. "She wanted to see what kind of panties I wore. I think I should get the same privilege."

You notice a crowd starting to gather, and a wave of panic hits you as you remember what panties you put on this morning. "No! Please! I'll do anything." You squirm, but the handcuffs and branch are solid, holding your arms high above your head. Amanda doesn't respond with words, instead coming up close behind you, and yanking your sweatpants to your ankles. The laughter of the surrounding group causes you to blush deeply.

"Oh my god!" Sandra's sister exclaims, "Big bad tough girl still wears princess panties!" Out of the corner of your eye, you see Sandra pointing and laughing at you, as your skin burns red. You try to escape again, but you soon realize all you're doing is bringing more attention to your humiliating choice of underwear, and shaking your tight little ass for the cameras, so you stop.

"Awww, doesn't little miss bad ass want everyone seeing her cute little princess panties?" Sandra's sister asks mockingly, but looks at you for an answer.

"N-no" you manage to stutter.

"Well my apologies. Let's get that fixed." She smiles, and you realize what you've done too late. She grabs either side of your panties, and pulls them down to meet your sweatpants, revealing your tiny little bubble butt in all it's glory, as well as your freshly trimmed landing strip of black pubic hair to the people next to you.

"There" says Sandra, "now nobody can see your panties." She shares a laugh with her sister, and stands back, allowing the crowd to take some pictures. Sandra's sister is the next to speak.

"So, Sandra. Do you think she's learned her lesson?"