Everyone comes out of class and sees your walk of shame

(Originally published by Ewong at writing.com. Republished with the original author's permission.)

The hallway is soon filled with chatter and laughter, and many other noises that you can't bear to think about. You hope your body is covered as you walk by what you believe is every student in the building. The coach's strong hand is almost crushing your arm as he pulls you along. You try to walk as fast as you can, but he pulls you back to his side. You blush beet red as you feel a hand brush against your unprotected backside. Not sure who it was makes you even more mortified, but you feel, oddly, aroused. You resist the urge to feel your vulva for the moist evidence, but you already know the answer. You shiver as you realize that everyone might be able to see your privates as the towel may not be covering you as you walk.

You're almost overcome by fear as the coach stops and opens a door. He leads you in and makes you sit down. The cold hardwood seat welcomes your blushing bottom, and you hear the coach explain your appearance.

"What's your name, young lady?" the principal asks.

You say: