Red Lace Epilogue - Punishment Number 5 (Patreon)

Candice’s brain  was totally deadlocked in dread, unable to think, to push any impulse  the rest of the way down to her body and get it moving. Even when their  backs were turned and she might’ve been able to run, she couldn’t!  Because if she ran, that meant everything was really happening, and her  mind simply could not fathom that fact! Everything had happened so fast,  it was all still buzzing through her head at speeds which made it  impossible to comprehend; the fake track team sign-up, the ambush,  losing her clothes to those bullies and having them pull and play with  her underwear, the residue cold on her inner thighs from the times  she’d… times? Time? Was it once or twice? Again, everything was such a  humiliating and impossible blur, and the worst part was that it wasn’t  over…

Weak in the knees and heart, Candice gave little resistance  as Hannah and Emma plucked her off the ground and practically carried  her away from the track, past the locker room where things had only  gotten worse, all the way to a small outdoor area outside the school  cafeteria, where a dozen or so bluish-metal picnic tables were set up.  Most every cheerleader present and prospective had gathered around,  swapping gossips and teases about the day’s tryouts. All conversations  dried up, however, as Candice was ‘escorted’ to the front of the tables,  as all eyes beheld the pitiful sight of the nearly-naked nerd!

“Hey!”  one of the nearer girls called out, “Look who’s back!” The crowd  erupted in such loud jeers, it was hard to keep up with everything said.  “You just love showing your junk, don’t you, new girl?” someone  taunted, while another girl made motions by her own chest. “Nice cans,  sweetie! How’s a nerd like you get so stacked?” Meekly, Candice crossed  her hands over her chest, much too little much too late. Plenty of the  cheerleaders there had already seen her in such a state, straddled by a  barely-more-decent Emma. It seemed as though, in that moment, some  recalled Emma’s presence in prior events, as some of the crowd began  pointing mockingly at the redhead too! “You two all tuckered out? Or  saving up for round two?” “Come on, Richie Rich, give us another flash  of that kitty!” “Lotta peeps online digging the video of that dump truck  jiggling! Over 500 likes already!”

Before a bright-faced Emma  could chew them out, however, Hannah stepped forward and silenced the  lot of them. “Enough.” Side-eying Candice, Hannah addressed the group,  “Who’s up for some fun? Because I think tonight’s a perfect night for…  Punishment Number 5.” A cold smile gave the last words a most  frightening chill! Hannah continued, gesturing with her chin at a nearby  squad member. “Go get Olivia.” To the rest, “Set it up. She’ll want to  get started as soon as possible.” Whatever was being planned, all the  cheerleaders seemed excited, which made Candice terrified! Most of them  broke off down the way Candice and her tormentors had come, while others  took over Candice, bringing her to a nearby picnic table to ‘wait for  things to get ready.’ Paralyzed in fear, Candice had no choice but to  obey.

The wait was agonizing - and cold, as the sun slunk lower  and Candice began rubbing her arms for meager warmth. She thought to  call for help, but it was hopelessly past the closing bell and only  getting later; no one was around, just the cheerleaders laughing to  themselves and at their captive dork!

In an idle glance around,  Candice noticed Carrie had been brought there too, at some point,  currently sat at another watched-over table a few yards over.  Interestingly… or maybe ‘unsettlingly’ would be more accurate… though  Candice hadn’t been stripped further - which is to say she still had her  panties, her only stitch of clothes left at that point - she had vague  memories of Carrie having only a shirt on, totally naked from the waist  down. However, right then, her shirt was missing, her arms crossed over  her bare chest, and she’d somehow been reunited with her own underwear,  leaving her in the exact same state of undress as Candice. Though her  head was still buzzing too loud to process it fully, Candice did note it  as strange and worrying. Why give Carrie her underpants back? Why did  they need panties on for what was going to happen?

By the time  they finally set out, twilight purpled the darkening sky. Escorted by a  veritable procession of cheerleaders, Candice and Carrie were led  through the woods at the edge of the EMAGS campus. Though the trees  swiftly swallowed what little light remained in the sky, the way was lit  by numerous smartphone flashlights, which only made the eager  expressions on those whose faces Candice could see all the more  terrifying! Candice glanced over at Carrie, to see if she shared in her  terror, only to find Carrie already glaring at her, like SHE was the one  responsible for all this! And that made Candice glare back! What’d she  done?! She’d just wanted to join a sports team…

Finally, the  woods gave way to a secluded clearing emitting an almost hellish glow.  Candice actually recognized the site from one of her early tours; one of  the PE electives mimicked a survivalist or camping setting, and this  was the central meeting place. In the dark of the falling night,  however, the place felt wholly transformed. Dozens of cheerleaders, the  entire squad and then some, surrounded a crackling fire pit, the lilting  flames throwing their shadows in flickering, ominous dances. At the far  end of the clearing stood the base of a massive oak tree which  stretched so tall overhead it almost looked like it held up the sky  itself. On one of the tree’s lower, sturdier limbs, a couple of ropes  dangled, with cheerleaders lightly tugging them to redress their  lengths. Each rope ended in a peculiar sort of Y-shape of sturdy knots,  clearly customized for… something…

Standing opposite the tree  across the blaze was a short wooden platform maybe three feet off the  ground, upon which a pair of cheerleaders stood overseeing proceedings.  The one which turned first Candice recognized as Hannah, whose half-lit  expression became delighted upon spying the guests of honor! She got the  attention of the cheerleader beside her - not just any cheerleader,  Candice realized. Though the swaying flames made it tough to tell at  first, Candice eventually made out the golden tones down the sleeves and  skirt, the colors of the team’s captain. Another step closer, and the  figure turned, a smile plain on their face which shook Candice down to  the bone! She shrank under the shadow of none other than Olivia, a  towering lithely-muscled Latin-heritage dynamo, cutting an intimidating  silhouette with the fire at her back. In normal light, her layered  cascading updo would be an almost sweet shade of pink, but poisoned with  the dancing orange glow, it faintly resembled something like hellfire.  Candice felt like she was shrinking to the size of a bug! She’d heard  Olivia’s name thrown around the halls like a legend, but now here she  was, super tall and super scary!

“Well, well!” Two simple  syllables, and the captain’s powerful vibrato killed all conversation  around the campfire and pulled all eyes her way. She gazed from Candice  to Carrie with a thirsty gleam in her eyes. “Finally! It’s felt like  ages since we’ve had a proper Punishment Number 5! And I do mean a  *proper* one! Just don’t feel right with only one person…” As she said  that, Candice saw a brunette cheerleader up ahead reach under the back  of her skirt and rub her butt, a little movement but one that was enough  to plunge Candice’s already-terrified heart another few feet down her  body!

With a sweeping gesture, Olivia gestured to the ropes  dangling off the tree branch, explaining as Candice and Carrie were  walked closer. “I know we got ourselves lots of new fishies in the pond  tonight, and y’all are in for a sweet surprise! The rules are simple.”  Olivia pointed to each captive. “You’re each gonna have ropes wrapped  around the back of your intimates, and another hanging in front of you.”  Olivia then traced the path of the ropes over the sturdy branch. “As  you pull your own rope *down*, you’ll pull your opponent’s underwear  *up*. The goal is simple.” The head cheerleader flashed an unnerving  grin over her shoulder. “Rip off your opponent’s panties before they rip  yours. Your panties rip, you lose. And you get the punishment!”  Olivia’s grin widened. “Fail to amuse us or refuse to play, you’ll  *both* be punished. Understand?” Olivia didn’t wait for anyone to make a  single sound, immediately pointing at Candice and Carrie trembling  beneath the platform. “Tie ‘em up.”

Run! Push them away and run!  Move! Do something! Candice’s brain screamed at the rest of her body at  full volume! We gotta go! We gotta get out of this nightmare! But  Candice stayed frozen like a terrified animal, numbly letting the  cheerleaders pull her into position under the tree. Even as they looped  the ropes down the back of her panties and tied them tight through the  leg-holes, though Candice squirmed, she still felt too faint to fight  it! To say this was something she’d’ve never experienced at her old  school would be understatement of the century - this isn’t something she  would have ever imagined happening in her LIFE!

Before long,  both girls were made ready. Cheers and jeers rolled through the crowd  like crashing waves, anticipation building by the second! As the  cheerleaders let go of her arms to fasten the ropes, Candice’s hands  automatically flew to her chest! Her eyes darted every which way in pure  terror, across a sea of elated smiles and pumping pom-poms, spotting  Emma pushing through to the front of the crowd. While plenty of  cheerleaders jeered at both ‘contestants,’ Emma’s eager eyes never left  Candice, flitting between her trembling, semi-naked body and the pitiful  gloom in her expression!

Shaking like a leaf, Candice turned to  Carrie across the way. While her face was flushed pink and her brow was  raised with a twinge of fear, her gaze was hard-set on Candice, as if  she was blocking out everything but the dork opposing her. Carrie’s  hands weren’t over her exposed breasts - they were already gripping the  rope hanging in front of her. The devious glee with which she’d harassed  Candice earlier was gone, determination in its place. And so, with a  small gulp, Candice released her hold on her boobs and gripped the rope  in front of herself. To get out of this, like it or not, flight wasn’t  happening; she was going to have to fight! Not only fight, but win!

With  the ‘contestants’ ready, Hannah began a slow, deliberate stride down  from the platform, across the clearing and to the base of the tree,  whereupon she about-faced and observed each girl with satisfaction. From  her pocket, she deftly produced a shining silver whistle.  Understanding, both Carrie and Candice tightened their grips on their  ropes, the former stolid and the latter still shivering! Clutching the  whistle between her thumb and forefinger, Hannah glanced up at the  platform across the campfire to where Olivia stood, hands on her hips  and smile on her lips, waiting. After letting the anticipation rise  another moment, Olivia reached out an arm and raised her thumb. It was  time. Smirking, Hannah raised the whistle to her lips and blew.  SKWEEEEEEEEEEEE!

As soon as the starting whistle blew, Carrie  threw all her weight into pulling her rope down as hard as she could! In  an instant, Candice’s underwear was jerked skyward!

“GAH!” The  sudden jolt of fabric burrowing inches up her ass crack nearly lifted  Candice off her feet! How chafed and raw she’d been down there earlier,  all the relief she’d felt since was wiped away in an instant, with her  undies burning hard into her soft spots! “GYAH!” This hurt way more than  before! Even so, on weak knees, Candice tried to steel her resolve. Now  or never! She had to do this! And so she pulled down her own rope as  hard as possible!

“OHHH!” Carrie moaned as her own white panties  were tugged to a thread between her cheeks and crotch! She felt her toes  curl within her sneakers and her feet briefly leave the ground! Hannah  had already worked her underwear so far up, but this was going even  deeper in… Quickly, Carrie composed herself with a series of rapid  breaths, before once again pulling down hard to make that bubble butt  dork squeal!

And squeal she did! “KYYEEEEE!” “BWAAH!” “AAHHHH!”  The crowd came alive in laughter and cheers as the girls pulled harder  and harder, stretching their opponent’s underwear higher to dig further  up their private places! It didn’t take long for each girl’s panties to  be tugged into narrow threads which barely concealed their jiggling  buttocks!

Suddenly, a faint sound cut through the din and shook  Candice’s resolve: fabric fraying! “A-ah!” Candice yelped as she felt  the red fabric over her crotch split down the middle!

Beet-red  and beginning to sweat, despite it all Carrie’s face lit up upon hearing  the same thing! Of course! They’d already stretched that dork’s lacy  undies to kingdom come all afternoon! They might as well be holding on  by a single thread! All she needed was a few good tugs, and they were  toast! And so Carrie kept pulling again and again, bouncing Candice up  and down in a constant, vicious rhythm not unlike that which she’d used  on those panties before! Her grin widened as she saw more red lace split  and Candice gasp and buckle her knees… This would be easy!

Barely  three more tugs, however, and Carrie yelped in surprise, as a coupe  hands emerged from the crowd behind and began fondling her bare breasts!  “W-whaa?!” Immediately, Carrie’s grip on the rope slackened, as she  tried in vain to worm away from the hands, as they slowed lifted her  bosoms up and down, around and around!

Through the pain and  secondhand humiliation, Candice couldn’t help but smirk. Seemed like  these cheerleaders had some sense of justice, even if it was incredibly  warped! But, of course, as she thought that, a pair of hands suddenly  lunged out from behind and planted themselves on her own chest! “Didn’t  think it’d be that easy, did ya?” She barely heard Olivia’s voice rise  above the crowd. “Let’s shake things up, ladies!” On cue, the hands on  each girl’s breasts squeezed harder, began rotating them up and away  from each other! As each girl’s intimates were pulled unforgivingly  hard, the fondling sent new feelings up through their hips that nearly  made their hands slip off the ropes! “Shake it up! Shake it up!” The  crowd began to chant as the hands moved faster and were joined by  others, squeezing and shaking and sending each girl’s head swimming! The  pressure on their privates and the hands grabbing them so intimately…  Candice and Carrie both could barely catch a breath! Heat suffused up  their entire bodies and blushed red…

After a minute or so, Olivia  shouted once more, “Alright, bonus round over. Back at it!” Instantly,  the hands released and the perpetrators retreated into the crowd, but  the damage had been done, and neither Candice nor Carrie was going at it  with a clear head! Of the two, however, Candice was the one most  flustered by the intervention! Strangers touching her like that, stoking  the feelings the powerful wedgie was setting off… Candice relented on  the rope, if only for a chance to will it all away…

However,  Carrie didn’t wait! Immediately, she resumed her assault with full  force, tugging Candice’s panties another inch higher, then another,  pumping the rope in her hands with everything she had! Time to end this!

Feeling  her own hands go slack, Candice’s head fell back with her mouth agape,  panting hot breaths! It was like her whole body was flushed with fire,  the wavering light on the trees starting to darken as every pull sent  another spasm through her body and lifted her all the way to stand on  tippy-toes! Her panties continued to split between her thighs, and every  rip caused new pinching down there, as crimson cotton got more and more  taut… “AHH!” Candice bounced as another bit of fraying caused her  panties to burrow so far between her lips! Her whole body felt so light!  It hurt so bad that she barely felt anything at all! Her grip weakened,  her knees twisted all the way inward… Carrie saw Candice slipping and  pulled harder! The bubble-butt dork gasped! She was so close but she  couldn’t… she couldn’t!

No… I can’t… I can’t give up… Thinking  about it was holding her back! Whatever was building hotter and hotter  in her, she had to risk it before it got even worse! With every ounce of  strength she could muster, Candice wrapped both hands around the rope  and pulled down as far as she could! She didn’t pump, she didn’t try and  fray, she just held the rope down for dear life!

It was working!  A yelp died in Carrie’s throat as her underwear shot farther up her  butt and practically paralyzed her pussy! At that point, her waistband  stretched over her head! “GAH! N-no- AH!” Carrie fought through the  feeling, but she’d already exerted so much, and the pulling at her  privates was starting to make her dizzy! So deep, so hard… but just one  more… those panties were close to breaking, she could tell! But her own  pair was failing too… she felt the friction fraying the fabric between…  between…

The cheers and laughter of the crowd crescendoed as the  event neared its climax, egged on by the sound of tearing fabric  increasing in volume, as each girl’s body flushed red and each pair of  underwear stretched beyond all recognition! Inch by inch, stitch by  stitch, panties were pulled higher… Candice gasped for shallow breaths,  and Carrie bit her tongue to stop herself from moaning… both  undergarments barely a string between their cheeks… so close… just one…  more…

RIIIIIP! RIIIIIP!

“OOHHHH!” With a loud moan,  Carrie fell onto the grass face-first, panting like a wild animal with  her bare ass stuck straight in the air and both hands over her chafed  crotch, panties torn clean off her hips!

Y-yes! She actually did  it! Relieved beyond all measure, Candice collapsed to the ground so hard  her glasses slipped from her face! Gasping, panting, sweating, Candice  picked herself up and leant back on her hands, legs listlessly spread to  allow relieving air across her beleaguered crotch! Aching and aroused  in equal measure, and with the faintest touch of pride, Candice watched  Carrie’s blurred silhouette clutching at itself down there… only for the  relief to abruptly melt and the realization to set in! Wait… there had  been two ripping sounds… and if she was on the ground… In disbelief,  Candice’s gaze tilted downward to see her crotch, her totally bare  crotch on full display! Hurriedly, she then looked up and confirmed the  horrible truth: her panties had been ripped off too! Both red lace and  white frills hung in tatters above the two now-naked contestants! But  hers hadn’t ripped first… right? She won… didn’t she? The weak flicker  of hope was promptly dashed, however, as the crowd encircled the two,  with Olivia at the forefront.

The amused captain looked between  the two. “It appears we have ourselves a tie! You lot know what that  means?” Olivia yelled at the crowd, receiving a surge of cheers in  response. “That’s right! They’re BOTH losers! Prepare for a double  serving!”

W-what?! No! No, it was her panties! It’s not fair!  They’d already stretched her panties so much before, had they not she  would have one! But Candice’s brain was too addled to protest! “No-…  n-no! I… I…” Candice uselessly babbled as she was once against grabbed  around the arms and practically carried into an unfortunate turn of  fate!

Hannah watched the nerd struggle with pure pleasure! They’d  never had a twofer with Punishment Number 5 before! This was going to  be a night they’d all remember for a long time… She was about to follow  the crowd to the grand finale, when a quick hand slapping her backside  froze her in her tracks! “Hey!” Hannah yelped in anger. “Who the-“ All  her venom evaporated, however, when she turned to see none other than  Olivia grinning over her.

The pinked-haired captain gave Hannah  an appraising nod. “Not bad, Blondie, not bad at all! This is the most  fun we’ve had in ages!” Her sparkling amber eyes locked on Hannah’s, as  she genially clapped her on the back. “You get it! You understand how  things work here!”

Hannah recovered her satisfied smirk and stood a couple inches taller. “Thanks. And it’s Hannah.”

Much  to Hannah’s surprise, Olivia responded with a frown. “No, that doesn’t  sound right.” Hannah’s mouth dropped open, ready to share some choice  words, when Olivia lifted a hand to interrupt her, a devious smile  growing across her lips. “I reckon I’m in the presence of… next year’s  captain!” And then Hannah shared the smile. A night to remember indeed,  and far, far from the last…

Arms pulled behind their backs to  prevent either girl from concealing their nudity, both Candice and  Carrie were pulled to stand beside each other. Olivia approached from  around the fire pit, casually throwing in another stick to keep the  flames high - Candice seeing her so blurry added to the horror of the  moment! “Those who lose Punishment Number 5,” Olivia spoke as if  reciting from an old, revered scripture, “will receive punishment. And  yet, we don’t have precedent for TWO losers! So what do we think? Should  they share the sentence? Or each get their own?” Louder cheers surged  through the crowd! Candice gulped, and she felt Carrie tense beside her!

Olivia’s  face said plainly enough that she already knew her answer before asking  - she just wanted to hear the crowd roar! “I concur! I think they each  deserve full punishment! So it’s settled!” Olivia raised her arms like  this was some ceremony. “Five hundred whacks on the behind for each!”

FIVE  HUNDRED?! All the air was knocked out of Candice like she’d been  punched in the stomach! Before she could even process the sentence, she  was pushed onto all fours, hands on her back keeping her grounded not  only to prevent escape, but to put more arch in her back and force her  bubble butt to stick even further out, so much so she felt cold twilight  wind where the firelight shouldn’t be shining! Face smushed in the  grass, the world was a blur to Candice, as the crowd drew closer, as she  felt all eyes drawn to her vulnerable, jiggling cheeks!

Carrie  didn’t go as quietly, however! As soon as hands grazed her bare back and  limbs, she twisted free! “NO! I won! Her dorky panties ripped first! I  did NOT lose! NO!” Carrie tried to run, but only make it a few  staggering steps before the crowd snared her! Though she fought against  the many hands, she froze when a long shadow passed over her! Olivia  clucked her tongue as she approached, gesturing to a cheerleader behind  her, who was holding a long case. “Was I not clear on the rules? Did I  stutter when I said them?” A long pause caused Carried to realize she  was expected to reply! Hurriedly, she shook her head, but Olivia’s  demeanor didn’t improve. “Really? Are you just a bad listener, then? Or  just a piss-poor sport? Cuz I don’t take kindly to either of those  things!”

A snap of her fingers. In an instant, the cheerleaders  restraining Carrie jerked her to face the other way and pulled her  towards a nearby tree. They held her with her hands firmly planted  against the bark, her quivering naked ass stuck all the way out!  Desperately, Carrie glances over her shoulder and saw the cheerleader  with the case at Olivia’s side, unfastening the lid and offering.  Delicately, Olivia reached into the case and removed its contents: a  wooden paddle, maybe a foot and a half across, with words scrawled  across, barely legible in the firelight: “BAD GIRL PADDLE.” In an  instant, Carrie’s insides turned to water! She gave one last effort to  free herself, but it was hopeless, and it only made Olivia approach  faster! Twirling the instrument with a grin, Olivia pointed the paddle  at the prone Candice. “Five hundred for the newbie. And for Ruby  Runaway, here…” Olivia turned back to Carrie with a smile emanating  malice, raising the paddle up to her shoulder like a batter expecting a  home-run pitch. “Double it!” And with all her might she swung!

SMACK!

“AAAHHH!”  As loud as Carrie screamed, the echoes of the paddle striking her  backside were louder, echoing through the forest like a gunshot! And so  began the chaos!

Immediately, what felt like a thousand hands  crashed down on Candice’s butt! SMACK! THWACK! SMACK! “GYAH! WAAAAH!”  Candice squealed as palm after palm stung across her bubble butt cheeks!  Try as she might to worm out of the way, she couldn’t, with a dozen  hands holding her knelt over with her ass raised to meet every  outstretched hand! SMACK! SWAT! Candice’s butt was battered from every  direction!

Carrie had it worse, as Olivia threw her all into  every swing of the paddle! “AH! S-stop! I’m sorry- AHHHH!” Carrie cried  as Olivia laughingly spanked the paddle across her ass over and over,  harder and harder! In between swings, all the cheerleaders nearby got  swats of their own in, everyone trying to sneak a piece of Carrie’s cake  before the paddle once again smacked flat across both cheeks! “AGH!  KYAHH!” The captain was remorseless, hitting harder and harder, faster  and faster, until Carrie’s ass was redder than the campfire itself and  then some!

Meanwhile, Candice collapsed in the dirt! The spanks  came so rapidly, it felt like one constant unremitting thrum, like  rainfall, like a storm raging against her backside! Every gasp was cut  short by another hand ricocheting off the bouncing flesh, then another,  another still! It was endless! Overtaken by the sensations, shuddering  between the slaps, Candice’s head fell to the ground, as another hundred  hands slapped across her booty…

Finally, a whistle blew, sharp and shrill. SKWEEEE!

Candice  opened her eyes, realizing the ass-ault had mercifully concluded,  though she still felt phantom palms against her behind… Olivia’s shadow  danced around her and swelled with her voice. “Alright. That’s Newbie’s  sentence. Her game’s over.” Without so much a second to catch her  breath, Candice was once again lifted by the arms and carried off on  trembling legs. As she rose, shivering and without her glasses, Candice  only saw the clearing as a foggy kaleidoscope of lights and shadows, of  silhouettes of dancing cheerleaders and pointed fingers. In one  backwards glance, she could barely make out a naked Carrie dazed on her  knees, her butt cheeks a seared crimson shade! As some gathered around  Carrie’s crumpled form, Candice barely caught the murmured comments. “I  never knew she had that much back there, but she’s jiggling up a storm!”  “Look at her wiggling like that, she looks like she’s about to pee  herself!” “I thought she already did! Look at her legs!” “Maybe she’s  just so excited! Maybe she can’t wait for round two!” A part deep inside  herself told Candice she should feel sympathy, but for the moment it  seemed hard to come by. Without a glance back, Candice bit her lip and  kept her eyes on the forest floor as she was walked away, trying to shut  out everything, to be well and and truly done with this nightmare!

“Wait.”  On a dime, the cheerleaders holding Candice by the arms stopped in  place and spun her around, drowning her in Olivia’s shadow. The head  cheerleader leaned in close, so close that Candice felt her breath as  she spoke. “If you tell anyone about what happened here tonight, little  fish, Punishment Number 5 is going to seem like kid stuff, you  understand?” Hurriedly, Candice nodded in agreement. Olivia’s smirk  returned. She lifted her hands, which made Candice wince… only for the  captain to very delicately place her glasses back on her face. Blinking  in confusion, Candice met Olivia’s now-clear gaze, as she gave Candice a  condescending pat on the cheek. “Good.” Then her face again turned  serious and she straightened. She directed to the cheerleaders, “Get her  a uniform and get her home, got it? She was trying out and we ran  late.” She threw an extra glare Candice’s way, to ensure the disheveled  dork got the message. She did, and, after giving another meek nod of  reluctant assent, Candice was immediately spun back around, and escorted  back the way she’d come, with nary a glance back. Olivia called out,  “Recess is over!” and the crowd returned their focus on Carrie, for the  second round of punishment!

As the paddling resumed, though  enjoying the yelps and shrieks as Carrie’s ass was pummeled into another  oblivion, Hannah instead watched Candice’s procession shuffle away into  the night. A ghost of a smile lifted her lips. It was hard to put to  words what Hannah felt in that moment, seeing that naked nerd’s fat ass  vanish between the trees. She’d dealt her share of ‘due process’ to  plenty of girls at Eager Meadows, but there was something about this new  girl, something in her humiliation. Or maybe it was more than one  thing… Hannah got the sense it would never get old, seeing her  embarrassed. In fact, Hannah felt like this was only the beginning of a  very exciting relationship!

See you soon, dork…

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An  entire week passed before Candice’s ass stopped stinging! That entire  time, she had to take her seat at her desk very gingerly, and even  after, she swore she could still see handprints across her cheeks!  Though she tried to keep composure in the halls to avoid attention, she  also had to walk with a slightly wider stance for a few days after! It  was hard to stay engaged in schoolwork, at least right away, with  everything still so fresh. She only saw Carrie maybe once or twice  after, and both times she wouldn’t look Candice or anyone else in the  eyes, and Candice never saw her in a cheerleading outfit ever again.  Maybe she wasn’t the only one with rumors… Again, Candice felt some  obligation to sympathy, but after Carrie tricked her like she had,  harassed and fondled her like she had, the obligation was fulfilled as  reluctantly as possible. She could feel sorry, she decided, but she  didn’t have to arbitrate what might or might not be deserved. Better to  just leave it behind them both.

The single solitary shred of a  silver lining she could find about the situation was that the incident  wouldn’t be talked about like the assembly. With the assembly, there  wasn’t any way to NOT know about the new nerdy girl running around in  her birthday suit, and while there were plenty of cheerleaders who’d  witnessed Punishment Number 5 and were shooting knowing glances at  Candice every time she passed, this time it was in the interests of all  involved to keep some secrecy, lest the school crack down on the  “unique” hazing rituals. Still, Candice couldn’t help but notice how  afterwards, it seemed like all the rumors and teasing picked back up in  full force, to some extent even worse. In fact, just the other day she’d  been pantsed in the middle of the hallway, and the next someone pulled  her towel off in the locker room! Not only was it humiliating to be  crowned the school’s resident exhibitionist, but it was deeply  frustrating! The whole reason she got into this mess in the first place  was to improve her reputation! All that seemed to happen was that it got  carved in stone…

There were several days in which Candice  thoroughly considered reaching out to the principal or someone on the  school board, maybe anonymously, but every time Olivia’s threat bore  through her head and kept her silent. Even if anonymous, Candice didn’t  doubt she’d be found out, and it’s not like she had any real evidence to  offer, notwithstanding the faint marks left on her butt, and Candice  wasn’t as keen to flash that around as other students liked to claim!  Besides, Olivia was a senior, which meant she’d be gone in a few months,  and hopefully her ‘bully to stay on top’ hierarchy would go too. It’s  like she told herself what felt like so long ago: time washes over  things. It was humiliating, sure, but it passed before and it would  again. Just because it’s cloudy doesn’t mean the sun’s gone for good.  And so Candice kept her head (and pants!) up and weathered on, and,  although hope seemed tough to come by at times, she never gave up on the  thought that maybe, just maybe, brighter days were ahead at Eager  Meadows. But only time would tell…