Tug-of-war

Scott blew his whistle aggressively before shouting: “Tug-of-war! Form teams of three, girls on girls, boys on boys, and you miss Dental Floss, Your team is up first, Go get the mats, lets go!”.

Before Rachel could reply Tina raised her hand and shouted, “Me and jenny are on team dental-floss!”. Tina said with a wicked smile.

“Good, Form up! And you missy! You’re up front” Scott gestured to Rachel. His gaze rested on her body, with a slight smirk on his face. He didn’t appreciate his own weakness in this moment, oogling a barely dressed pupil was beneath him, but then again how could he not.

Rachel was borderline naked. Pearls of sweat covered her body, and her thong clung to her curves skin-tight. It was barely more than a wet piece of paper at this point. It did not preserve any kind of modesty whatsoever. The damp fabric left nothing to the imagination, not even her grooming choices.

The class divided themselves into groups quickly. Rachel was grateful that she wasn’t on a team with boys, anyone behind her would get an eyeful of Rachels behind as she struggled with the rope. Being up front however wasn’t ideal, as the ones in front of her would get a clear view of her crotch as she leaned backwards. There was also no way of hiding her “goods” as she needed both hands holding the rope. Her chest fluttered as she realized just how exposed she was standing first.

She cursed Scott under her breath. He was standing alongside the other team, securing a front row seat to see the thong fabric stretch with Rachels movements.

The gym equipment was old worn, the rope was coarse hemp, which prickled her hands and felt itchy. The mats she stood on felt like rough sandpaper, worn down over the years. It did provide surprisingly good footing as the surface gave good friction to anyone standing on it.

“Lets go, Rach, first team should be a breeze” Tina gestured towards their opposition. She was right, the team did look scrawny and flimsy. Rachel was confident in her own body and took care of it meticulously with regular jogs and lifting weights in the local gym.

“Lets get ready” Tina grabbed the end of the rope. Jenny walked sheepishly towards the center, locking eyes with Rachels crotch. Blushing slightly as she noticed the fabric now having crept inwards. Dangerously close to a frontal wedgie.

As they took their places, Jenny felt a nudge from behind. “Hey, jenny, I have an idea. Let go of the rope on my mark” Tina grinned. “What? No! shell be dragged along the mat!”

“That’s the idea, with some luck I can grab that dental-floss and put it in my pocket before Rachel notices”

“That’s a horrible thing to do!” Jenny replied wide eyed, glancing over at Scott to check if he was watching.

“Ah come on, its not like that’s shes been kind to you either. Snapping your bra and pulling your skirt all the time. She deserves some payback and that whole Ms Camel-Toe episode ran deep with me. A few of the boys still tease me with it”.

Jenny hesitated. Tina was right of course, Rachel had been far from kind with her , but stripping her off what little dignity she had left felt wrong.

Tina noticing Jennys hesitation “Fine, Ill send you a sexy selfie when I get home, something to add to your ‘collection’.

“DEAL!” Jennys eyes lit up.

Scott blew his whistle

“OK 3-2-1 go!”

Rachel felt confident, the other team could barely move the rope, and they were already wavering.

Rachel felt strong and found her competitive nature overshadow her scanty clothing. “Piece of cake!” she exclaimed confidently. Grinning to her opposition. Tina bellowed from the back, “Lean backwards! Put your hips into it” Rachel invigorated by the impending victory followed Tinas lead, spreading her legs, laying all the way back, arching her back, her head nearly touching Jennys knees, pushing her hips upwards. Blissfully unaware of the way she was presenting herself. The bystanders followed the flimsy thong from her back of her hips, between her legs and how they tightly hugged her sex.

The view made the opposing team waver even more, being all girls the blushed feverishly and was trying to avert their eyes. A shout broke their concentration.

“NOW!” Tina yelled.

Jenny and Tina instantly dropped the rope.

The sudden loss of **** made the opposing stumble backwards, and Rachel fell flat on her face, legs slightly apart. Still holding on to the rope, the other team proceeded to drag her along the mat as they tried to regain their footing.

The waistband of the gained contact with the coarse mat below, the fabric initially providing Rachel some relief soon gave way by the friction of the mat. As the other team finally composed themselves, they stood dumbfounded by the view in front of them. A dishevelled girl, with a bra pulled down to her hips, and two snow-white globes lit up the room.

Rachels competitive nature compelled her to keep a tight hold on the rope, but she was now far into their zone, face flat on the ground. Her thong was still on their side of the court. Laying discarded in front of Jenny who was holding her hands over her mouth in shock.

Tina wasted no time and ran up to the discarded thong and put them in her pocket.

Rachel rose groggily, but something felt off, the cool air which later only covered her exposed flesh was now tingling between her legs.

Scott fumbled with his whistle, which he dropped at the sight of Rachels womanhood in clear view. Regaining his composure he whistled “Team Dental-floss! You’re out!”

The whole gym broke out with roaring laughter and whistling. Rachel inspected her body for potential carpet burns, her face and elbows felt sore.

She glanced down at her thighs and froze. Heart beating out of her chest.

“WHAT THE FUCK!!” She turned to Jenny and Tina. Her hands instantly trying to cover her crotch, and her bottom.

Tina held up her damp thong in one hand twirling it between her fingers. “Looking for this darling?” Smiling wickedly.

“You give that back right fucking now you cunt!” Rachel bellowed.

Rachel charged at Tina fist clenched.

Mid-step she was pulled off her feet by a pair of strong arms.

Scott wasted no time, kneeling down he threw Rachel over his knee.

“I warned you! I really did!!”

He spanked her now exposed butt as hard as he could, knocking the air out of her. Rachel was in utter shock, only thing that went through her mind was to try to get away as soon as possible. Scott held her firmly in place. Rachels flailing legs was to no use. The only purpose it served was giving the spectators a clear view of everything between her legs.

The boys soaked it all in, transfixed at the sight before them. Rachel, the school-bombshell, naked and wriggling, stripped of all modesty displaying everything they ever wanted to see. The girls looked on in horror. All except Jenny, which was just as attentive as the boys, if not more.

She was breathing heavily, feeling a slight tingle between her legs. She blushed at her own reaction.

Scotts onslaught was relentless, he kept a firm hold over Rachels flailing legs, only interrupted by the occasional insult. Each smack resounded like an echo in the gym.

After what Rachel felt was an eternity Scott withdrew his hand from Rachels blazing red behind and flipped her over.

Rachel was sobbing, tears blurred her vision as she clutched her rear desperately trying to rub out the intense heat spreading across her globes.

“Now get out of my class! Report to Mrs Thompson at 4 pm sharp!”

“Tina, help her to the locker room will you?”

“Yes sir!” Tina saluted confidently.

She grabbed Rachels wrist and pulled her off the mat, Rachel now bottomless was dragged through the gym towards the locker-room....