Mackenzie's drama exercise

"Where'd you go?" says Mackenzie, blinking in confusion as Amanda stands right in front of her. "I can't see you!"

Amanda puts a finger to her lips, looking around at the theatre students, who sit around Mackenzie in a half-circle, all their eyes focused on her body as they wait to see what she does next. Mackenzie is looking around with a puzzled expression on her face, trying to work out where her friend has gone. Amanda shares a glance with Suzanne, then very quietly creeps up behind her.

"Hey, what happened? This isn't funny, Amanda - eek!"

Mackenzie jumps, grabbing her bottom, which Amanda has just pinched. She spins around. Amanda is standing right there, smirking at her, but to Mackenzie's eyes it's as if the room is empty. Of course, the students think she's just pretending. "Who did that! Show yourself!"

While she's facing away from the audience, Amanda steps behind her again. She grabs the back of Mackenzie's skirt, winks at Suzanne, then slowly lifts it up, to reveal the unfortunate fact that Mackenzie still isn't wearing any underpants. The audience holds its breath, waiting out the long five seconds that Mackenzie takes to notice.

"Eeek!"

Mackenzie whirls around again, her eyes wide with shock, as the audience breaks into laughter. Hastily, she pats her skirt back into place, trying not to think about the fact that all these people just got a long look at her bare bottom. And they're actually laughing about it! How could they laugh? This isn't funny!

"Now, listen," she says crossly. "I don't know who's playing this prank, but..."

Amanda yanks down the white lace-trimmed bodice of her maid costume. Her boobs bounce out of concealment, her pink nipples leaping into full view.

Mackenzie gasps. Her hands fly to cover her breasts, and stop halfway. She's still under the influence of the jail command, and can't **** herself to cover up. So all she can do is stand there, effectively topless, tits hanging out of her ridiculous frilly little dress, hands clenching and unclenching fruitlessly, while the crowd laughs and applauds. The panic on her face says it all. Suzanne, of course, is loving every second of it.

Amanda gives her a minute or so to suffer while she fetches a chair.

She sits down behind Mackenzie, puts an arm around the girl's waist, and wrangles her down over her lap. Mackenzie tries to resist, but there's not much she can do when she can't even see who she's fighting. From her perspective, this whole thing might as well be the work of a ghost. She squeals in genuine surprise as she is bent over Amanda's knee, her face down, her red hair brushing the floor, her breasts hanging free as her bottom in its little skirt is raised into the air.

"Somebody make it let me go! No, don't just sit there and watch! Let me go! Help!"

Amanda pins Mackenzie in place with the left hand, and tousles her hair with the right. Maybe this is going a bit too far. But the sensation of power is so satisfying, and the whole theatre club is cheering her on. And Mackenzie looks so cute, all dishevelled and flustered and abashed beyond belief. No point stopping now.

She pauses to make sure everyone is watching, looking from excited face to excited face. Everyone's getting into it now. Even the straight girls and gay boys are having fun at Mackenzie's expense. She lets the tension build.

Then, with great ceremony, she lifts Mackenzie's skirt and throws it up over her back. It holds in place, revealing her pert posterior to the crowd.

Mackenzie redoubles her squirming, her body warm in Amanda's lap. Tits out, bottom bare and red curls peeping out from between her kicking legs, she's practically naked. The dress only accentuates her exposure. Her cries for mercy continue as Amanda solemnly raises her right hand into the air.

She looks at Suzanne, who nods.

She spanks Mackenzie's left buttock as hard as she can.

"Oww! No, please, let me go!"