Even her g-string must go...

Amira couldn't bear this. She could hardly believe it was really happening. She was never going to live this down. Even if memories did fade, the constant array of filming smartphones and clicking cameras would ensure that every detail of her womanly body stayed fresh in the minds of her classmates and teachers forever.

And, she remembered with an awful pang, it wouldn't just be her classmates and teachers. Already the pictures and videos were online in a thousand different places, the specifics of every part of her form captured, uploaded and broadcast for the world to see.

Well, almost every part of her body. Her g-string, pathetic though it was, at least covered a tiny bit of her... and now Mr Carter was threatening to remove even that.

“Please don't make me take it off,” she pleaded urgently. Mr Carter looked at her.

“And why not? You can't pretend it's covering much up.” He gave the ruler hooked into the back of her g-string a tug, and she gasped as more fabric disappeared between her delicate brown lips. “Any biology students in the hall? What exactly is the name for this part of Miss Amira's anatomy that is so blatantly showing around her choice of underwear?”

“Pubic hair!” a boy shouted, and Mr Carter grinned.

“Well, yes. Despite her obvious enthusiasm for showing off her body, it's obvious that she's not so diligent about personal grooming. That's not quite the answer I was looking for, though – I was referring to these...”

Keeping the ruler hooked into the back of her g-string to keep it pulled tight, Mr Carter reached around with his other hand and, without hesitating, pinched the brown lip of Amira's half-exposed pussy between finger and thumb. Her breath hitched abruptly at the feeling of his big fingers probing that most sacred, private place of her body – especially as he gave it a mild tug to demonstrate the little brown lip to the pressing crowd. Someone shoved a phone close and took a close-up, and she closed her eyes in horror – but that left her with nothing to focus on but the feeling of Mr Carter's fingers uncomfortably pinching the puffy lip of her pussy.

“Labia,” one of her classmates said, grinning.

“Labia minora, to be specific,” added her biology teacher, peering over the heads of the students to get a good view, “Good example, too. I'll update my teaching resources with some pictures...”

“That's right, labia. Missy here thought that it was acceptable to attend school in an outfit that shows off her breasts, nipples included, the entirety of her buttocks, and even her labia. Does that sound acceptable to any of you?”

The crowd roared its appreciative negative.

“I agree! Amira, remove the offensive garment at once.”

Amira hesitated one more time. If she removed her g-string, she'd be completely, utterly naked in front of the entire hall. She'd-

Mr Carter, meanwhile, did not hesitate. The ruler snapped out of her g-string and smacked down on her fat buttocks, making her squeal as another red mark scored her rump. Her dignity already completely ruined, and faced only with a further spanking if she delayed, she bent down quickly and yanked off her g-string.

It shouldn't really have made any difference. She'd been practically naked anyway, the g-string not covering much of anything.

But somehow, it had made a difference to Amira. Before she'd had something; now that she'd lost that last tiny scrap of material, she was really, truly, completely nude in front of her whole school. No more last resorts. She was naked.

And the crowd knew it. The loss of her g-string sent them surging forwards, snapping photos and recording video all the while as her mortification grew. Her plump pussy was now on full display, and everybody wanted to get the best possible view of her most private place. It was supposed to be something kept only for herself, and perhaps one day a nice husband. Now it was shared also with every student and most of the faculty at her school, not to mention however many thousands had already seen the videos and pictures online.

“That's better,” Mr Carter said with a grin, “Missy's finally stripped of all her offensive clothing. Someone take this as a reminder of the school rules.” He grabbed the g-string from the ground and tossed it into the crowd, and Amira whimpered as she watched dozens of hands clutch for it, still warm from where it had been wedged between her buttocks at the back and the lips of her pussy at the front.

The distraction didn't last long though; the site of her naked body was too tempting. She could practically feel their eyes on her, gazes roving over her well-developed body, stopping to get their fill of her exposed pussy and breasts. They weren't shy about staring; she could see hundreds of pairs of eyes staring straight at the delicate lips nestled between her thighs, and despite herself she couldn't help but shy away. Her hand slipped down to protect her womanhood from their eager eyes.

“Oh, and now she's acting modest,” Mr Carter laughed, “What this girl loves, what she can't get enough of, is attention. That's why, despite clear school rules to the contrary, she decided to come into school this morning dressed in a way that couldn't help but attract the attention of her peers. She wanted people to look.”

“I didn't, I didn't...” Amira whimpered, knowing that they'd never believe her. They thought she was some kind of exhibitionist, an attention-whore, and there was nothing in the world she could say that would persuade them otherwise.

“It doesn't seem fair that she should be so eager to show-off, then pretend to be oh-so demure at the last minute, does it?” Mr Carter asked the crowd, and received the obvious negative answer. “Come on, missy. No more false modesty. Turn around, bend over, and give the crowd a proper view of what you were so keen to show.”

“No! You can't make me do that!” Amira said, voice rising in abject desperation, “I'm not going to- to show-”

Mr Carter slapped the ruler into his palm with a crack like a whip.

“Missy, you're either going to turn around and show the people everything yourself or I'm going to make you. Either way, it happens.” He paused, then grinned at her. “And don't play coy and pretend you won't like it. You're enjoying this little spectacle of ours as much as we are!” He traced her puffy left nipple with the tip of the ruler, and it stiffened further in response.

“See? Your mouth lies, but your body sure doesn't.”