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"Give that back!" Lydia tried to reach for the panties but the student quickly pulled his hand away.

"I'm willing to make an exchange, you give us a show and I give the panties back" the student said with a sly grin, his eyes scanning the hallway to make sure no teachers were within earshot. Lydia's face turned bright red as she realized the true extent of her situation, her eyes darting back and forth between the student's hand and the crowd of snickering onlookers. The student took a step closer to her, the panties dangling tantalizingly from his fingers, and Lydia could feel the breeze under her skirt growing cooler as the crowd's attention focused on her exposed underwear.

"Wh-what kind of show?" Lydia stuttered, trying to keep her voice steady as she glanced around at the sea of expectant faces. The student chuckled and held out the panties, taunting her with them.

The student's grin grew wider as he leaned in, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "We want you to bend over and show us what's under that skirt," he said, his eyes glinting with excitement. "We want you to spread your legs and show us your pussy and ass, nice and close up." The crowd around them seemed to lean in, their faces eager and expectant.

Lydia's face burned with shame and embarrassment as she realized the true extent of their demands. She tried to take a step back, but her feet seemed rooted to the spot.

Lydia's heart raced as she realized that the only way to get her panties back was to comply with the student's demands. She took a deep breath and slowly bent over, feeling the cool air on her exposed skin. She hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next. The student's voice broke through her thoughts.

"Spread your legs, Lydia," he said, his voice low and seductive.

Lydia's legs trembled as she slowly began to spread them apart, her heart racing with humiliation and fear. The student's eyes gleamed with excitement as he took a step closer, the panties still dangling from his fingers. The crowd around them seemed to hold its collective breath, their faces pressed in, eager for a better view. Lydia's face burned with shame as she felt the cool air on her exposed skin, her mind racing with the thought of what she was being **** to do.

As she spread her legs wider, the student's gaze dropped to the gap between them, his eyes fixed on the spot where her thighs met.

The student's hand extended, the torn panties dangling from his fingers like a twisted trophy. Lydia's eyes widened as she took in the sight of her own underwear, the fabric ripped and frayed in a way that made her stomach twist with shame. She felt a wave of horror wash over her as she realized the true extent of her exposure, the crowd's snickers and gasps rising to a fever pitch as they took in the sight of her torn panties.

Lydia's hand closed around the fabric, her fingers trembling as she pulled it back from the student's grasp.

As soon as Lydia's fingers closed around the fabric, she felt a surge of relief wash over her, followed by a wave of embarrassment that threatened to engulf her. She quickly pulled the torn panties back, her eyes scanning the crowd to see if anyone had noticed the state of her underwear. The student's grin faltered for a moment, before he regained his composure and took a step back, his eyes never leaving Lydia's face.

The crowd around them seemed to exhale collectively, their faces still pressed in, eager for a better view. Lydia's face burned with shame as she realized that she had just been **** to expose herself in front of her new classmates.