Bottoms off

Lauren gulped and said. “Fine, I’ll take my panties off.”

She closed her eyes and gripped the waistband of her panties, unable to believe she was doing this. She quickly yanked down her panties and quickly covered herself, but unfortunately she wasn’t fast enough to stop the padding from falling out. She stood there, bottomless as her padded bottom laid on the floor.

If that wasn’t bad enough, though, Jane reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “You are under arrest,” Jane said as she pulled Lauren’s hands behind her back, and cuffed them.

Lauren’s eyes bulged wide. “Wait, this wasn’t part of the deal!”

“That’s the thing, little Lauren. I can lie. As queen of this land, I will be getting my way. I mean look at you, you peasant. You’re so bare down there,” Jane snickered as she put her hand on Lauren’s crotch, feeling it. “Oh, not even stubble. Is it possible there was never hair to begin with? Or did you maybe get it professionally done? I’m willing to bet the former. Now, what to do. I could take your bra off right here, right now, and there’s nothing you can do. Or I could spank you for being a naughty little peasant and disrupting my kingdom.”

“Please, have mercy,” Lauren begged. “Please don’t do this.”

“Don’t do what? Be specific,” Jane said. “What don’t you want me to do?”

“Please,” Lauren pleaded. “Please don’t take my bra off. Please don’t strip me naked.”

“And why not? We’re all girls here,” Jane said.

And it was true for this was an all girls school. Still, Lauren couldn’t bear it. “Please, please don’t strip me naked.”

“Why shouldn’t I take your bra off, Lauren,” Jane insisted. “Give me a proper reason. Why are you so adamant about me taking your bra off? Maybe if you’re honest, I’ll spare you.”