Pantsing and Stripping Forums

Chapter One
The muted atmosphere of the Hawthorne school changing room did little to dampen fifteen-year-old Beth Dawson's entrance as she strode in with her usual air of confidence. The Captain of the Athletics Team striking blonde hair framed her tanned face, drawing attention to her piercing blue eyes that flicked dismissively over the other girls. Her presence transfixed them, but she hardly seemed to notice them. Instead, she focused on her reflection in the mirror, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips.

Beth approached her locker, her athletic build commanding attention with every graceful step. The metallic clang of the door opening echoed throughout the room, punctuating the silence. She changed out of her school uniform, her movements deliberate and precise. Unbuttoning her blouse revealed a navy sports bra that hugged her toned form, and slipping out of her black skirt uncovered matching running shorts. Each action accentuated the grace and beauty of her body, revealing a lithe, muscular frame that was the pinnacle of youthful athleticism. Her toned legs and defined abs spoke of countless hours of training, while her pert breasts and slender waist created a silhouette that was both powerful and feminine. At five foot four, her posture is always straight and assured. No wonder the boys loved her; she was a vision of physical perfection that most could only dream of.

And while her arse and tits were modest in her everyday school uniform—her rounded cheeks and budding chest subdued by the draping fabric of her blouse and skirt—the running gear transformed them dramatically. Her sportswear's tight, elastic material worked like a sculptor's hands, lifting and contouring her curves into something more pronounced and alluring. Her breasts, once gently hinted at, now stood out with a perky defiance, while her arse took on a heart-shaped fullness that swayed enticingly with each movement. Beth's body was a masterpiece of youthful allure in these clothes, every line and curve beckoning with seductive clarity.

"Ugh, I can't believe we have to run for six miles today," a girl whispered nearby. Jenny was mainly a sprinter, but all girls had to compete in at least six sports. Beth paid her no mind. Running was Beth's superpower; she was already the county champion at cross country and dominated the track. She looked forward to the Nationals in a few weeks, hoping to place well and bring home plenty of medals for an average school athletic team.
Beth tied her hair into a simple ponytail, her fingers deftly weaving it into place. Beth's thoughts turned inward. She knew her parents had given her everything she needed to succeed, but there were times when she felt the weight of their expectations pressing down on her. As an only child, Beth understood their hopes were all centred on her. They worked hard, and even though they were not around much, she knew they expected her to win every time, even in a simple school run like this. With a deep breath, she pushed those feelings aside, remembering that a world that often seemed designed for her success surrounded her.

The door to the changing room creaked open, casting a sliver of light that cut through the air like a knife. Anne, Julie, and Diana stepped inside, looking nervous. They exchanged glances, eyes flickering with a shared secret that seemed to hum beneath their skin. Beth shook her head; what were those three common sluts up to now? Probably not training hard and putting their full effort in for the team.

"Miss," Anne began, her voice steady as she approached the teacher, Miss Higgins, "we can't participate in the run today."

"Really?" Beth's voice dripped with sarcasm, her blue eyes rolling dismissively as she tightened her shoelaces. "And why's that?"

"That's enough, Beth," Miss Higgins snapped. "But why it is you can't?"

"Anne has a sprained ankle," Julie said, her green eyes flashing with mischief. "Diana's got a pulled muscle, and I have a sore throat."
"Must be a contagious virus affecting different body parts," Beth sneered, standing up and adjusting her form-fitting running shorts. She glanced at the trio, taking in their defiant stances, their eyes smouldering with a fire of their own. "Well, I guess it's just me actually racing then. Lucky for you girls, you won't have to face the humiliation of losing again. Shame the rest of them will have to."
She nodded to the rest of the girls, sitting ready to go out for the run. None of them made eye contact.

"Is that all you care about, Beth? Winning?" Anne's hazel eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched as she regarded the blonde girl with barely concealed contempt.

"Of course not," Beth replied, her voice icy. "But what's the point in playing if you don't aim to be the best?"

"Maybe it's about more than just winning," Diana murmured. "Maybe it's about being a team player and helping each other out."

"Right," Beth scoffed, tossing her hair back as she strode toward the door. "Let me know when you're done hiding behind your excuses, and maybe we can have an actual race."

As the door slammed, the air in the changing room grew heavier still, as if infused with an invisible fog that clung to their skin and clouded their thoughts.

Anne's hazel eyes met Julie's green ones and then found Diana's gaze, each exchange wordless but charged with a shared resolve.

"Enough is enough," Anne murmured, her voice barely audible yet carrying the weight of their collective frustration. Julie nodded, her curly auburn hair bouncing in agreement, while Diana's soft eyes hardened with determination.

"Time to show her she's not untouchable," Julie whispered, her mischievous grin betraying the excitement that bubbled beneath the surface and the plans they'd made on WhatsApp the previous night.

"Let's make sure she understands what being part of a team means," Diana added.

Good start, looking forward to chapter 2

Chapter Two

Beth Dawson's legs pumped like pistons, her blonde hair a golden comet streaking through the crisp afternoon air. Her breaths came in quick, determined bursts as she surged ahead of the group, her athletic form slicing through the frigid atmosphere with precision and grace. In her mind, there was only one goal: to maintain her lead and prove her superiority.

After two circuits of the running track, she entered the woodland part of the run where the ground was hard and cold with sold ridges of mud. The route took her around the back of the gym, and Beth was soon out of sight of her classmates.

As Beth rounded the corner near the far end of the gym, Anne, Julie, and Diana huddled just out of sight, their anticipation palpable. The trio exchanged knowing glances.

"Remember," whispered Anne, "we're doing this for the right reasons. Beth needs to learn some humility."

"Right," agreed Julie, her green eyes twinkling with mischief. "She won't know what hit her."

Diana shifted uncomfortably. "Are we sure about this? What if it goes too far?"

"Trust us, Diana," urged Anne, her grip on Diana's arm reassuring. "It's time someone taught her a lesson. Remember how nasty she's been to you and your sister?"

The subtle nod of agreement passed between them, marking the beginning of their plan. Hidden from view, they watched intently as Beth approached, her confident stride unknowingly carrying her towards an unforeseen turning point.

The world faded into a blur as Beth's feet pounded the earth, her breath coming in measured gasps. She revelled in the sensation of her own power, the thrill of her dominance over the other runners and nature itself. The wilder the weather and the more rugged the terrain, the better it felt.

She was untouchable.

As Beth rounded the bend near the secluded area, the rustle of leaves and soft footfalls barely registered in her ears. Suddenly, hands reached out, grasping her arms and pulling her off the path. Beth and another girl, Anne, tumbled to the floor, such was the blonde's pace. But Diane and Julie were on hand to wrench their friend free and pin Beth to the floor while she was still getting her breath.

"Wha—?" Beth managed, her confusion morphing into panic as she tried to wrench herself free. The realisation of her vulnerability hit her like a wave, momentarily stealing her breath away.

"Gotcha," Anne hissed triumphantly, her eyes gleaming with determination. Julie and Diana flanked her, their expressions a mix of excitement and apprehension.

"Let me go!" Beth demanded, her voice betraying a hint of desperation.

"Sorry, Beth," Julie said, feigning sympathy. "But we think it's time you learned a lesson."

The laughter drowned out Beth's protests as the girls began to strip her of her clothes. Anne's hands were the first to Beth's zipper, ruthlessly yanking down the athletic jacket. The chill in the air pricked at her exposed skin, each goosebump a testament to her sudden helplessness. Her heart raced, equal parts fear, anger, and humiliation coursing through her veins. She struggled against their grip, trying to reclaim the jacket, but Julie and Diana held her too tightly.

"Please, no!" Beth cried, her voice cracking as Anne tossed the jacket aside. Her once-commanding blue eyes were now wide with terror. "Stop this now." She cried, trying to regain her composure and position of authority.

Next, Anne pulled at Beth's running top, the stretchy fabric resisting momentarily before giving way with a tear. Beth's torso arched involuntarily as the cold bit into her now-bare stomach and chest, her sports bra the only barrier left for her modesty. She tried to cover herself with her hands, but the other girls were too quick, too practised in their cruelty.

"Hold her still," Anne barked, her tone leaving no room for disobedience. Beth thrashed, her athletic body a wild animal's, but it was useless. Julie and Diana had the leverage, pinning her arms and legs with a force that belied their smaller frames.

Beth's mind whirled. How had she not seen this coming? The resentment in Anne's eyes, the smug satisfaction in Julie's—they had been building to this moment. Even Diana, usually so meek, had a determined set to her jaw.

Anne's fingers were at Beth's waistband now, tugging at the elastic of her running pants. Beth kicked out, managing to knock Anne back a step, but it only delayed the inevitable. Anne recovered, her eyes flashing with an even greater fury, and she yanked the pants down swiftly.
Beth's legs, long and sculpted from years of running, were exposed, the cold air wrapping around them like cruel, invisible hands. She lay there in just her sports bra and panties, her skin a canvas of rising welts and reddening patches from the rough treatment and biting cold.

"How does it feel, Beth?" Anne taunted. "To be exposed like this? To be at someone else's mercy?"
Beth bit her lip, refusing to give them the satisfaction of an answer, though her mind screamed a thousand things. Unfair. Unjust. Why me? She thought of her parents, how they would rush to her defence, and how powerless she was without them.

The girls weren't finished. Anne reached for Beth's bra, her fingers curling around the elastic with a predatory grace. Beth shut her eyes tight, bracing for the final indignity, her thoughts a jumbled rush of dread and disbelief.

"Wait," came a voice. Beth's eyes snapped open. It was Diana. "We… we can still stop. She gets it. We don't have to—"

"Shut up, Diana," Anne snapped. "We're almost done."

But Diana's hesitation had given Beth the smallest of reprieves. She took a deep breath, summoning what little strength she had left, and made one last, desperate plea. "Please. I'll change. I promise."

"Promises from you mean nothing," Anne said, her focus unwavering. "This isn't just about changing. It's about making you understand."
With that, Anne pulled, and the sports bra slid up and over Beth's shoulders, her cold-numbed skin offering no resistance. Beth's hands flew to her chest, her fingers clutching her newly bared flesh with a fragile desperation.

Beth could hardly process the sensory overload: the cold, the pain, the raw exposure. Each girl's gaze was a different kind of dagger—Anne's calculating, Julie's gloating, Diana's conflicted. She began to shiver, whether from the cold or the shock, she couldn't tell.

The worst was Anne's eyes, which held none of the other girls' ambivalence. She truly believed she was delivering some righteous justice, that stripping Beth of her clothes would also strip away her arrogance.

Beth opened her mouth to say something—she didn't know what—but Anne cut her off before the words could form by grabbing the elastic of her navy thong. Beth fought and heaved against the three girls. She kicked Diane, sending her falling over, and pulled one arm free from Julie's grasp.

But Anne was as dogged in holding onto the thong, hauling them down Beth's long legs. Stopping at her trainers.
A hurt and enraged Diane then held down their victim's legs, pointing to Beth's smooth, hairless slit. The girls stared, a mix of triumph and something more sinister in their eyes.

"Looks like a child's," Julie sneered. "Do you shave it like that, or are you just a late bloomer?"

Anne's smirk grew wider. "Maybe she's waiting for it to grow in. Or maybe she thinks it's more aerodynamic this way."
Beth's face burned hotter than her raw skin, her humiliation complete. Even Diana's silent gaze felt like an accusation.

"Who are you trying to impress with that baby girl look?" Julie continued, her voice dripping with derision. "A bunch of pedos?"

"I bet that's the first time anyone's seen it," Anne said. "How does it feel to be exposed like a porn star, Beth?"
Beth could only clutch herself tighter, her mind a whirlwind of shame and disbelief.

"We should give her a wedge like she had done to you, Diane," Anne suggested.
Diane winced at the painful memory, but the resentment it gave rose to dampened any doubts she might have. "Let's do it."

Beth's thong was pulled back up her thighs and into place with a savage yank that lifted her off the ground. A sharp, searing pain shot through her, causing her to gasp and then whimper. Her hands flew to the girls' wrists, trying to pry them away as they stretched the flimsy fabric to its limits.

The pressure crushed her most delicate parts, the pain a white-hot iron searing her flesh. Her body contorted, muscles tightening in a futile attempt to alleviate the agony. She could feel every thread of the thong biting into her skin, her hips, her perineum. Tears welled in her eyes, not just from the physical torment, but from the utter degradation of the act.

Laughter echoed in the cold air, mingling with Beth's soft, involuntary cries. The sound was jagged, cruel, cutting deeper than the thong ever could. She imagined how ridiculous she must look—her long, athletic body skewed and twisted, her face a mask of tortured disbelief. The girl's hands were like the claws of some malicious puppet masters, stretching her beyond her breaking point.

With a sudden, violent snap, the thong gave way. Beth's body jerked as if released from a slingshot, and she stumbled forward, nearly falling. The cold rushed in to meet her newly exposed skin, a cruel contrast to the burning pain that still throbbed between her legs. She stood there, dazed, clutching the broken elastic in her hand.

The girls stepped back, momentarily silenced. Beth's eyes flickered around, taking in their expressions—Anne's smug satisfaction, Julie's giddy triumph, Diana's conflicted feelings of revenge. She was a naked statue of vulnerability, her once-proud posture now a cowering hunch.

Beth's hands moved instinctively to cover herself, but it was too late. Every inch of her had been laid bare, not just her skin, but her very core. The wind whispered through the trees, and for a brief, surreal moment, it sounded like derisive applause.

"Tie her to the tree as we planned," Anne said, just as a few other fast girl runners passed. They stopped in shock, but then, seeing who was being stripped and exposed, they grinned, clapped and ran on.

They pulled Beth's arms back around her small tree trunk and used her bra as a form of rope. Julie then giggled as she knelt to tie Beth's laces together while Anne added the final touch in stuffing Beth's ripped and useless thong into their mouth to gag her, leaving the team captain completely exposed to the other girl runner as they ran by.

"C'mon." Anne urged the others. "We better get out of here before too many people see us."

"Hmph," Beth tried to scream. What about her?

The others nodded and followed Anne through the woods. Another group of girls came running through and stopped, their eyes widening with glee as they took in the sight of poor Beth with all her worldly goods on display. Her arms were tied behind the trunk of a small tree, her breasts thrust up, and her bottom scraping against the rough bark. She tried to clamp her legs together, but it did nothing to make her feel less naked. The cold bit at her exposed flesh, each gust of wind a mocking caress. Her body was a taut, trembling statue of humiliation, every sinew and curve a testament to her vulnerability.

"Nice tan lines, Beth!" one shouted, her voice slicing through the air like a cold wind. Beth regretted her trips to the salon, which kept her tan up all year long.

"Yeah, I can see where your sports bra and panties were. So classy," another added, her words dripping with mock admiration.
Beth's cheeks flushed a deeper red, if that were possible, as she bit down on the wad of cotton in her mouth. Her body shook, not just from the biting cold, but from the sheer, overwhelming shame.

"Do you think she sunbathes like this in her backyard?" a girl with a high, nasally voice speculated. "Naked and afraid?"

The group erupted in a chorus of giggles, the sound bouncing off the gym walls and piercing Beth's fragile ego like shards of glass.

"Maybe she's getting ready for a nude modelling career," one girl jeered. "Gotta start somewhere, right?"

Beth squeezed her eyes shut, willing the moment to pass, praying for divine intervention to transport her far away from this nightmarish scene.

"Don't forget to smile for the yearbook!" a final voice called out as the group started to jog away, their laughter lingering in the air like a noxious cloud.

Beth opened her eyes, her vision blurred with unshed tears. The girls had left, but their taunts hung in the air, as tangible as the frost now forming on the grass.

A couple more groups ran by, followed by a few stragglers Beth knew were the slow ones. She tried to plead with them to let her go, but with her mouth full of thong, it was useless, and she knew the boys would probably be on their way.

"Frncmmph, hmmph." Beth tried to call to Francis, the largest and slowest of the group, and Beth's last hope despite the torment Beth had helped
heap upon her.

The girl stopped, looked at Beth with sympathetic eyes, and released the thong.

"Oh, thank goodness," Beth gasped. "Now my hands," she ordered a little ungratefully.
Francis nodded and stepped behind the trunk, quickly releasing Beth just as the tramp of the boy's feet came their way.

"I've got to go," Francis said in panic. "If they see me helping you, I'll get in trouble."

"No, my shoes," Beth waddled forward, her laces still tied together. "Help me."

"Sorry," Francis shook her head and hurried off as fast as her large legs would carry her.

"You bitch." Beth growled, forgetting what Francis had already done for her. She knelt and tried to untie the shoes.

The sound of the first boys running towards Beth grew louder.

Excellent descriptive writing!

Great story so far!
Although I was hoping the boys would find her still tied to the tree

Great story. I too was hoping the boys would find her tied to the tree but butt naked is just as good. Please continue.

Or she is caught doing something naughty to a fat ugly boy in exchange of clothes by the girls and recorded. Like a hand job or letting him touch her boobs.