Yes!

Nye felt like she’d softened up Ellie enough already. She obeyed and stopped pulling on her thong. Nye jumped off the table and took Ellie’s pants all the way down her legs again. Nye swept them off her feet in triumph, and finally getting Ellie out of her pants.

The girls applauded and cheered Nye’s success, being the underdog in all this.

Ellie, freshly relieved of her pants, grasped her crotch, not even moving from the table. The embarrassment hadn’t yet sunk in as her hands made contact with her exposed legs.

A loud slap and a jolt of pain **** her up as Nye slapped her ass again. Her hands flew to her ass and it finally dawned on her that here she was wrestling on the terrace in her thong.

“I knew I’d get your pants off eventually,” said Nye.

“About time someone showed something,” Cami agreed.

Ellie tried to shut everything out of her mind. Her thong resembled more like a g-string now, with only the goods still covered. She had to put everything out of her mind and focus or it would only get worse. With how long this had lasted, the winner would get a likely pass to the final anyway.

Most importantly of all, she had to get Nye and make her suffer. She wasn’t just going to strip her she was going to punish her.