(Originally published by Caramel Cream at writing.com. Republished with the original author's permission.)
A lump forms in your throat, but when you get to class, you make sure to take the seat in the back corner of the class, where the two bullies basically cover you by sitting in front and to the side of you, edging their desks closer to you and effectively shielding you from the rest of the class, you are a little relieved, but not by much.
Maxine, sitting beside you, passes you a note that reads:
"take off ur skirt, or we show evry1 the clip"
You cannot believe that someone with such poor writing skills is ordering you to strip, considering you've put much effort into taking great care of your grades, but what can't believe even more is that you're going to listen to them.
The teacher is Mrs. Barry; her eyesight is extremely poor so the class is effectively safe for your actions, on the other hand someone in the class could easily spot you if they look hard enough, and there's no knowing what their reaction might be.
Your hands reach down and find the zipper to your skirt, fumbling with it for a second before loosening your skirt off, you hesitate for a second to expose yourself, but knowing what's at risk, you lift your butt off the seat and pull off your skirt, you feel the cold, wooden surface of the seat against your now bare ass, your pussy feels moist to your surprise, you hope the girls don't notice that.
You stuff the note in your desk, just as...
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