There's no getting out of it

Amira shivered to herself, hiding in one of the stalls of the girls' bathrooms. The principal had sent her back to class until her punishment at lunch, but she couldn't face her classmates yet. She wasn't sure if she could ever bear to see them again, knowing how they'd be looking at her now. They'd seen her whole body, all her private areas exposed. They all thought she was a slut now...

She'd changed into her gym kit despite what the principal had said. Perhaps Mr Carter wouldn't know she was supposed to be in her old outfit... if a torn blouse and a tiny skimpy g-string could count as an outfit. She still felt bare - her heavy breasts were unsupported by a bra, her nipples showing clearly through the fabric of her gym top - but she wasn't sure she was ever going to feel properly covered-up again. There were so many pictures and videos of her nearly-naked body online now...

At least she'd got her spare headscarf to cover her hair, and had her gym shorts to cover up her g-string. It was better than nothing.

Her phone was buzzing every few seconds, but she was pretending she didn't notice. She knew what the messages would contain. Everyone thought she was a slut now, and when she'd made the mistake of trying to explain how this was all just a big misunderstanding to one of her classmates, that she was still just as modest as ever and she hadn't wanted any of this, he'd barraged her with an endless stream of pictures of her bare ass, close-ups of her bushy pussy peeking around her g-string, and that one stupid video of her shaking her tits in exchange for a place to sit. She'd have to throw her phone away after this.

It was getting close to noon, and every second that ticked by the pit in her stomach grew deeper. She breathed deeply, trying not to panic. Maybe it would all be fine! Mr Carter would let her wear her gym kit, she'd run a few laps... it'd be embarrassing, but nothing like what she'd had to deal with just earlier that morning. Maybe...

Tick, tick. It was almost noon.

Steeling herself, Amira unlocked the door and stepped out of the bathroom stall. She could do this. What happened earlier hadn't been her fault, and she couldn't let it get to her. She tucked an errant strand of hair inside her headscarf and examined herself in the mirror. She really wished that she had a bra - her nipples were obvious through the fabric, and her big tits were bound to jiggle without support - but there was nothing she could do about that.

She left the bathroom and stepped into the crowd on the corridor, heading towards the hall. At first nobody seemed to notice her, but there weren't a lot of Muslim girls at the school and quickly enough her headscarf was making people realise her presence.

"Hey, Amira - what's with the outfit?" one boy called over the bustle, "I preferred what you were wearing earlier."

"You gonna wear that for your punishment? I heard you were gonna have to do it naked," another boy commented, obviously disappointed. How did everyone already know she was going to be punished in the hall?

She didn't respond to either of them, keeping her head down and hurrying towards the hall. What she couldn't ignore though was the hand that gave her plump left buttock a grope. She squealed in surprise, spinning to break his grip on her ass, and he looked almost surprised.

"Huh, I thought you'd like it," he said with a grin, "Seems like you wanted that kinda attention."

"N-no, don't touch me!" she protested, her big rump where he'd given it a firm squeeze, "I don't want that..."

She pulled away from him, hurrying down the corridor towards the hall, but the catcalls and comments followed her even if he didn't. She could feel their eyes following her yet again, and more than one guy brushed up close to her, using the press of the crowd as an excuse to grab at her perfect body. One even gave her chest a quick squeeze as he passed in the opposite direction, groping her breast and giving her an approving grin as he felt her nipple through the material of her gym top.

"No bra!" he mouthed at one of his mates, and she flushed in mortification. It wasn't her fault! If she had a bra she'd be wearing it. They'd all got the completely wrong impression of her...

Finally she reached the hall, and saw Mr Carter waiting at the door. He was a large, muscular man, ex-army - or so he claimed - and he towered over the crowds in the corridor, having a good foot and a half of height on everyone there. He waved her over, giving her a look that sent anxiety throbbing through her once more.

"Ah, our little troublemaker. I've been looking forward to this. Way I see it, the girls in this school don't have discipline. You're all so keen to show off your perfect little bodies, flashing cleavage at the boys, pinning your skirts so short..." he drifted off for a moment, before his eyes snapped back to Amira. She saw his gaze wander to her tits and she folded her arms uncomfortably, trying to cover up where her big nipples showed through the fabric. "Way I see it, it's about time you get a little punishment for all that teasing. It ain't fair."

He led her into the hall, where hundreds of her schoolmates were already eating. It was a huge school, so even though the crowd occupying the lunch hall and the corridors were all in Amira's year or older, there was still more than enough students to occupy the hall and leave it busy despite its size. There was a vigorous bustle of conversation throughout, but it died down abruptly as Amira entered with Mr Carter, everyone turning to look at the girl they'd all heard - and seen - so much of that morning. Mr Carter led her up to the front of the hall where there was a small stage clear of tables that was usually used for performances - or for when the principal wanted to make an announcement.

Amira was sweltering beneath the hundreds of eyes that were fixed on her, cheeks burning. She knew that just about everyone in that room had seen the photos and videos by now, if they hadn't been there in person to get a good look with their own eyes. They'd be imagining her naked right now...

Not that they need imagine for long, however, as Mr Carter turned back to her.

"Alright, strip off that gym kit," he ordered, and Amira's heart jolted in horror.

"M-Mr Carter, please can I leave my gym kit on? I don't want to-"

"Should have thought about the consequences before you did what you did this morning," he said with a wide grin - and to audible approval from the crowd, "The principal was very clear - you've gotta do the punishment in the clothes you were wearing earlier."

All of her hopes were dashed in an instant, and she stood frozen before the crowd. Again she prayed desperately that the ground would split open and swallow her up, anything to preserve her from this humiliation once more... but nothing happened. This was her punishment for being so careless that morning, and nothing was going to save her.

"Hurry it up, missy, or I'll do it myself," Mr Carter said, and his expression left no doubts that he'd very much prefer it if she chose that option. Slowly, shakily, Amira began to undress.