The spanky pants come off!

And so the roughly five hundred wriggling, shamefaced, utterly humiliated Pinkwhistle girls stood before their rivals and the national media. Clad in nothing but hot pink lycra spanky pants. Tits coated with green glitter. Listening to the hysterical laughter of the enemy cheerleaders, the hoots of the football players and the jeers and catcalls of all the boys from Pinkwhistle High School, who didn't seem to object to the prank at all.

But worse was to come.

Peggy gasped as she felt it. A tickle. In between her legs.

"Do you girls know how it feels," said Samantha, "to wear spanky pants full of itching powder? I do. I became obsessed. I've spent the last ten years of my life finding ways to get itching powder into spanky pants. I've travelled the world."

Peggy yelped. The tickling/itching/prickling sensation was becoming intense. Unbearable. Like a thousand tiny flywheel brushes, spinning against her skin! She had to make it stop!

"All for the sake of this day," crooned Samantha. "Do you like it, girls? Do you smug little Pinkwhistle bitches like having itching powder in your spanky pants? Not so funny when it's you, is it?"

"EEEK!" howled Peggy. "MAKE IT STOP!" All around her, women were voicing similar sentiments. Even the normally stalwart Nina Reyes was twisting her hips, her heavy dark-nippled breasts swaying from side to side as she yelped and squirmed and pleading for mercy.

"You have to beg."

"PLEEAASE!"

"Not like that. You have to beg me to take your spanky pants off."

"STOP STOP STOP IT TICKLES!" whined Anne, into her microphone, twisting and squirming atop the surprisingly stable human pyramid. "COME ON! I... I..."

"What is it, Anne?"

"...please take my pants off," whimpered Anne-Marie, her eyes screwed tightly shut. When she opened them again, the whole crowd was still there.

"What was that? I didn't hear you?"

"PLEASE, TAKE MY SPANKY PANTS OFF!"

"But, Anne, I can't do that."

"WHY NOT?"

"Then you'd be naked!"

"But... but... I DON'T CARE! I'LL DO ANYTHING! PLEASE, PLEASE, TAKE ALL OF OUR SPANKY PANTS OFF!"

"What do you think, Greenvalley? Should we take off Pinkwhistle's spanky pants?"

There was a round of cheers.

"Are you sure? Are you really sure? They'll be naked, you know!"

Even louder cheers.

"Oh, all right then," said Samantha, and pushed a button. Immediately, Anne-Marie Patchett's spanky pants exploded into dust. Her extremely short moment of relief from the tickling was cut even shorter by the realization that she was now completely naked in front of a massive crowd.

Laughter rippled through the crowd as they all noticed something at the exact same time. Not only was Anne-Marie's pink, pretty pussy dripping wet, it was also sparkling.

With green glitter.

Yes, the Greenvalley prank squad had been very thorough. Both bras and spanky pants had been strategically laced with green glitter, with the result that the Pinkwhistle girls now had both their tits and pussies liberally decorated with the stuff. To their horror.

"Wait! Stop! Put my spanky pants back on!"

"Too late," said Samantha, and touched another button. All the Pinkwhistle cheerleaders were instantly stripped nude in public, trapped on display in a naked human pyramid with no way to get down. Everyone pointed and laughed, naturally. Samantha gave them a few minutes to let the shame sink in, before pressing one final button on the arm of her chair.

Five hundred pairs of spanky pants exploded into dust.