The girls get uncovered

"Hey, look, everyone. Bonnie Driscoll's in her UNDERPANTS."

"Yes, we know, Hank. Get with the program."

"I just like saying it," said Hank, a big goofy grin on his face. Anne-Marie rolled her eyes as the football player wrapped his arms around Bonnie, pinching the bottom of the squirming redhead as he planted a series of peppery kisses all over her **** lips. "Who's the gaywad now, Bonnie?"

"You! It's still totally you!"

"Yeah? Would a gaywad do this?"

"Eeeek! Who said you could touch me there?'

"Olga said it," said Olga, helpfully. "Olga use third person, so you know."

"But I didn't know," Hank said, "that Bonnie Driscoll wears YELLOW PANTIES. The only person who knew that was Susie, because the two of you are such big lesbians together."

"We're not... ah... lesbians," panted Susie. A pair of volleyball players were licking her earlobes while a big-titted goth girl fondled her small breasts from behind, and three cheerleaders laughed and took pictures. She gasped as teasing female hands caressed her body, tugging her pigtails and trailing over her thighs, while warm wet girl-mouths stimulated her neck and whispered naughty things into her ears. "No, I don't like it! Shut up!"

"What a naughty little liar," Monique scolded, approaching her with a pair of scissors. "I think she needs to be punished."

A few snips, and Susie's blouse fell to the floor in shreds, revealing a plain black bra over small but very fetching boobs. The goth snapped her bra-strap, and grinned. Monique handed the scissors over to Hank, who beamed with delight as he began to remove the buttons from Bonnie's gingham shirt. She howled in fury as he worked, promising all kinds of dire consequences that she was totally incapable of delivering on.

He stepped back, admiring the spectacle. A pretty, full-figured, redheaded tomboy, trapped in a pillory, the whole length of her beautiful body on display, from her surprisingly large breasts to her lovely round bottom and strong thighs, kicking and struggling against the bonds that fixed her in place. Clad in nothing but flimsy yellow panties and a sky-blue bra. With half the school gathered round to watch, as well as Doc Topper from the malt shop.

Bonnie scowled at him. "Okay," she said, in as even a tone of voice as she could muster. "You've had your fun. Now can you let me go?"