The punishment is the worst thing yet

Amira knew that she should really just get it over with. There was nothing to be gained from dragging out her humiliation.

And yet... she just couldn't do it. She couldn't make her body obey. She felt clumsy with panic, fingers numb as they clutched dully at the hem of her top, slowly, so slowly pulling it upwards. She should just pull the plaster off all at once, but instead she tore it away bit by bit and made it worse for herself.

Slowly her perfect caramel-brown stomach came into view, smooth and flawless without even a hint of excess fat, and the jeering of the crowd intensified at the sight. It was nothing, however, compared to the raucous cheer that almost deafened her as her plump round breasts came into view. Her puffy nipples stiffened as the hem of her gym top brushed over them and they entered the cool air, and the white pallor of dread turned back to a red, humiliated blush as she heard the comments of the crowd.

“Look at that! She's excited.”

“All this is turning her on! What a creep.”

“I can't believe she's been pretending to be all modest and shy all this time when really she's pervier than anyone...”

She pulled her top up over her head, enjoying the brief moment of having her face covered before the top came free of her headscarf and exposed her bright red cheeks and miserable expression once more.

She could hear the constant snapping of phone cameras, her classmates recording every instant of her humiliation as she bent down to remove her gym shorts. Her big tits swayed as she shuffled the shorts uncomfortably down her thick thighs, revealing yet again her woefully insufficient g-string. Some people had already caught a glimpse of her like this earlier, but now her most private area was on full display for all of her classmates. Her bushy dark pubes curling out on every side, her plump, barely-covered mound, and the way that no matter what she did, she couldn't even get her g-string to fully cover the puffy brown lips nestled between her thighs.

There were hundreds of eyes locked on what should only ever be seen by herself, something private and personal. One day, her future husband would have been allowed to see it too – but now that privilege had been shared by her entire school, all her friends and classmates and teachers getting an eyeful of everything she'd spent so many years saving.

Suddenly, Mr Carter was right beside her, a domineering hand on her shoulder.

“Alright, missy, now time for the actual punishment.” His eyes roved up and down her exposed body, drinking in every curve of her perfect young figure. “Hmm... let's start with some jumping jacks. That ought to get that body of yours working...”

She looked up at him with despair.

“Please- can't I-” she began, but he cut her off.

“Nope. No excuses, get jumping.”

Slowly, cheeks burning, eyes downcast, she turned back to the crowd – and began haltingly to jump. She felt clumsy, so much of her mind obsessing over her humiliation that she could hardly think of anything else. She was living the worst day of her life, and she wished that she could say that it didn't feel real.

With every awkward hop, her big breasts bounced – to the delight of the crowd. They'd be large on any woman, but on a rather short girl aged just eighteen without any extra fat at all they seemed even bigger, and the way they jiggled wildly was sending the crowds of her classmates wild. They wolf-whistled and cheered, filming all the while, and she could only be glad that at least with their eyes locked to her tits they weren't looking at her half-exposed pussy.

Sharp pain shot abruptly across her exposed rear, and she gasped at the sudden sting.

“Hurry it up, missy, you're slacking,” Mr Carter grinned, slapping a long ruler into his palm, “Faster, or you'll get another spank.”

Whimpering, Amira quickened the pace, her breasts bouncing even more uncomfortably with each hop. Every time she jumped they'd they'd rise almost to her chin with the motion, before slapping down again with a noise of skin-on-skin that, combined with her red face and increasingly heavy breathing seemed to excite the crowd even more. If she ever seemed to be slowing, Mr Carter's ruler would smack against her buttocks, hurrying her up again to avoid yet more pain and humiliation.

“Turn her around!” someone shouted out after a minute, “We wanna see her from the back too!”

“Yeah, make her turn around!”

Mr Carter cocked his head at the crowd.

“You wanna see her butt?” he asked, “Shout now if you wanna see the other side.”

There was a monumental cheer from the crowd, and Amira went red all the way to her ears as she realised just how many people were enjoying the spectacle. She'd managed to convince herself that at least some people in the crowd were feeling sorry for her, were sympathetic in some way, but it seemed like the whole school was enjoying this.

“Sounds like the public wants to get a view of your other asset, missy,” Mr Carter said with a lecherous smile, “Now turn around.”

For a moment she considered dawdling, but the ruler was still flashing in his hand. Obediently, she turned away from the crowd – or, rather, turned her ass towards it. What was she but tits, an ass and a pussy to gawp at at this point?

She began the jumping jacks again, her plump bottom on full display. The g-string wedged between her big buttocks was scarcely even visible – it certainly wasn't hiding anything – so they got a full view of everything she had to offer as her big rump jiggled away in front of them, the reddening ruler-marks on each buttock the only flaw on her rich caramel skin. At least this way round she didn't have to see them staring... though she could still hear the constant snap-snap-snap of cameras, not to mention the endless, impossible to ignore stream of lecherous comments and catcalls detailing everything they liked about her body from this angle.

Finally, Mr Carter seemed to be getting bored of this torment – but she could see from the glint in his eyes that he wasn't finished yet. Despite her exhaustion, her stomach still found strength to clench itself into knots as she imagined what he might have planned for her next.