Roxy stomps on the leash

Alexia’s whimper caught in her throat as Roxy’s boot came down hard on the leash where it connected to her panties. The sudden yank sent the delicate lace snapping downward, peeling away from her hips in one cruel motion. A chorus of gasps and cheers erupted from the crowd as her panties slid to her knees, leaving her completely exposed—her smooth, trembling thighs, the flushed pink between them, the taut garter straps framing it all.

Roxy’s laugh was low and victorious as she ground her heel into the leash, pinning it to the floor. "There we go," she purred, her voice thick with dominance. "Much better, isn’t it, Princess?"

Alexia's eyes widened in surprise as she felt the cool air brush against her exposed skin. She couldn't believe what was happening—everyone could see her Tan Lines where her biniki bottom had been. The crowd's whispers turned into a low hum of excitement, their phones capturing every moment of her humiliation.

Roxy's smirk widened as she watched Alexia's reactions. She had always been jealous of Alexia's popularity and beauty, and now she was going to make her pay. As Alexia tried to pull her panties back into place, Roxy stopped her with a sharp tug on the leash.

"What do you say, Princess?" Roxy's voice was thick with dominance. "You want to keep your panties on? I'll make a compromise with you."

Alexia swallowed hard, her cheeks flushed and eyes wide with desperation. "W-what?" she stammered.

Roxy's smirk widened as she watched Alexia squirm. "I'll let you keep your panties on," she purred, "if you agree to be spanked by me."

Alexia's eyes widened in shock, her heart racing as she considered the proposition. She knew that refusing would mean losing her panties, and the humiliation of the crowd seeing her bare bottom again.

With a shaky breath, she nodded slowly. "O-okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the crowd's whispers.

Roxy smirked and leaned in close to Alexia's ear. "Good girl," she purred, her breath tickling Alexia's neck. "Now, stand up and bend over against the wall."

Alexia's gloved fingers trembled against the cold convention floor as she hesitated, her voice barely a whisper. "P-please, Your Majesty... c-can I pull them up first?" The lace still clung precariously to her knee.

Roxy's laughter was sharp, her spiked heel grinding the leash deeper into the floor. "Ask properly, Princess. On your knees, hands behind your back—let the crowd hear you beg."

"P-please, Your Majesty…" Her throat tightened, humiliation burning her cheeks. "M-may I pull my panties up before I—before I b-bend over?"

Roxy’s grin was merciless. She tilted her head, tapping her chin with a gloved finger as if considering.

Roxy’s gloved finger paused mid-tap, her smirk deepening as she deliberately let Alexia squirm for another agonizing moment. The crowd’s murmurs swelled—someone whistled, another choked back laughter—while the harsh convention lights glinted off the golden embroidery of Roxy’s Bowsette corset.

“Hmm… no,” she finally purred, crouching down to grip Alexia’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet. “You’ll stay just like this—exposed—until I say otherwise.” Her thumb brushed over Alexia’s trembling lower lip. “Now, crawl to the wall. Slowly.