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Sarah bent down and quickly spanked Emma's exposed bottom.
“Get up you silly girl!”
Emma stood up, looking down at her feet, tears streaming down her red cheeks.
“Spread your legs, put your hands on your head and shake yourself dry.”
Emma did as she was told and felt ridiculous standing like that in front of the younger girls, shaking her bare pussy dry, as the girls giggled at her rude display.
“Get indoors and stand back in the corner.”
Emma quickly scampered in and the other three burst out laughing.
“Oh my god, she'll do anything you tell her!” said Julie, laughing.
“I know. I'm trying to see how far I can take her. I think she feels like she has no choice!”
“What else can you make her do?” asked Pippa.
“I'm going to take her shopping this afternoon, so I'll humiliate her plenty at the mall.”
“Can we come round and play with her another time?”
“You can come with us tomorrow. I'm taking her on a picnic. In fact you can borrow her one day, if you like!”
“Cool!”, Pippa said enthusiastically.
“Do you both want to say goodbye to our naughty girl, before you go?”
“Yeah!”, they said together.
In the living room, Pippa and Julie went to stand either side of the quivering, sobbing girl, standing in the corner. Pippa gently stroked Emma's cheek, while Julie rubbed her arse and thighs.
“Bye bye little Emma, we are coming back to play with you again soon,”
Pippa whispered in her ear. Emma shuddered and sobbed louder with fresh tears.
The two young girls left reluctantly, but very excited at the prospect of playing with Emma again.
Sarah went up to her bedroom and looked for something suitable for Emma to wear out. She remembered a t-shirt she had and found it in her wardrobe. It was one of those long figure hugging ones that is meant to be worn with jeans. Sarah smiled to herself. Emma would be wearing it as a dress, with no underwear!
Downstairs, Emma was still snivelling in the corner.
“Stop crying like a little baby, or I'll spank you again!”
Emma silenced her tears.
“Turn around and look what I've got for you.”
Emma turned and looked at the garment that Sarah held out to her. It didn't look much, but it would be better than nothing.
“Put it on and if you’re a good girl, I'll let you keep it on for a while.”
Emma looked unsure, but reached for the top and pulled it over her head and down her body. She looked down at herself, pulling at the hem. At least this one came down past her pussy, just.
She felt slightly relieved, being covered at last. Looking up at Sarah's wicked grin, she wondered what was next.
“Come and see in the mirror.”
Sarah took her to the long mirror and made her turn this way and that.
She looked ridiculous. The t-shirt, although it almost looked like a dress on her, barely covered her bum at the back. Any slight movement threatened to expose her bottom and even her pussy. There she stood looking back at herself, wearing a grey, tight, long t-shirt, white socks and black shoes, with her hair in bunches.
Sarah stood behind Emma and slowly rubbed her bottom through the material, looking into the eyes of Emma's reflection. Emma was lost in a flood of emotion and sensation, as she was turned around to face her tormentor. The t-shirt was slowly raised, as Sarah's hands roamed freely all over her bare arse. Sarah put her hand behind Emma’s head and brought her face closer and wet her lips with her tongue. Emma responded, opening her mouth and closing her eyes as she swooned.
SLAP
Sarah had slapped her bare bottom hard, shocking her from her little moment.
“You dirty little girl, you should be ashamed of yourself! You just can't help it, can you?”
Emma's face was bright red, as Sarah grabbed her arm,
“Come on we're going shopping.”
“What? Where? No wait!”
Emma was pulling her t-shirt back down as she was dragged out the front door scurrying to keep up behind.
Suddenly, she was outside and she could feel the warm summer breeze on her very bare thighs, as she was pulled along by the arm, towards Sarah's car, her other hand tugging at the hem of her only garment.
“Stop pulling that! If you do that again I will spank you, no matter who's looking!”
Emma looked around nervously, she could see other people down the street and wondered what they would think of her. Sarah opened the car and waited for Emma to get in before going to the driver’s side and getting in herself. Sitting in the car, the t-shirt had ridden up and Emma was aware of the air conditioning blowing cold air on her nearly exposed pussy.
It was a short drive to the mall and Emma became very nervous as she realized where Sarah was taking her. They pulled into the multi-storey car park and parked.
“Right then, get out, I'm going to take you shopping!”
Sarah had noticed that whenever she saw Emma, the shy girl would always be wearing trousers. Now she was going to change all that. She took Emma to a few clothes shops and made her try on lots of short skirts and summer dresses. She made her pay for the clothes she had chosen.
Emma was very hot and flustered, after all the changing. Sarah had made her leave the dressing room to show the outfits she had chosen, getting her to twirl and show off, leaving Emma quite embarrassed. She wasn't comfortable with any of Sarah's choices. To make matters worse, Sarah took her to the kids section and made her try on a school uniform.
She was constantly aware of her lack of underwear and when she tried something on, she pulled it on quickly, to cover her nakedness. However, she dearly wished she could have kept on any one of the short skirts or dresses after Sarah’s next words,
“Ok then, quickly put your t-shirt back on and we can go and pay!”
When they had bought as much as Sarah could find, Emma was paying for the last few items, when Sarah suddenly left her at the till. She came back with a pack of cheap cotton full backed big knickers, some plain white and some others that had patterns of small pink flowers.
“She needs these too,”
Sarah tossed them on the counter. Emma went bright red, as the young girl on the till raised one eyebrow and eyed her suspiciously. She quickly paid up hoping to avoid any further embarrassment.
Throughout their shopping trip, Emma was very aware of all the attention she was receiving from other people at the stores. Lusty looks, looks of amusement and disgusted looks from jealous wives, after catching their man having a good look. She kept tugging her hem whenever Sarah wasn’t looking.
Emma was very flustered, but relieved to be steered towards the car park. Just when she thought things couldn’t have been worse, she saw an old foe heading their way. Emma quickly looked down hoping she wouldn’t be recognised.
The girl walking towards them was Lorren. Lorren had tormented and bullied Emma all the way through school. It had started out as bitchy comments and as Lorren sensed Emma’s weakness and vulnerability, things progressed into horrible bullying. One of Lorren’s favourite things to humiliate Emma was teasing her about her small undeveloped breasts.
Lorren saw Emma and stopped walking.
“Emma?”
Emma tried to ignore her, but Sarah stopped suddenly holding Emma’s arm. Emma jerked to a halt. She stood looking at her feet, red faced, wishing that this wasn’t happening, but it was.
For years ever since she had left school, she had fantasised about standing up to her school bully, telling her what for, even getting all sorts of revenge. Now, here she was, red faced, starring at the floor, wearing nothing but a t-shirt, socks and shoes.
“Hello Emma,”
said Lorren, not bothering to hide her amusement at Emma’s outfit. Emma couldn’t speak.
“Emma!”
Sarah’s voice shocked Emma, who whimpered with despair.
“Stop being so rude and introduce me to your friend!”
“I’m Lorren. She probably doesn’t want to talk to me. Me and my friends bullied her ruthlessly at school.”
This was an interesting development for Sarah, who instantly saw another opportunity to humiliate Emma even more.
“I’m Sarah, pleased to meet you. I bully Emma now. It’s so much fun isn’t it?”
Lorren wasn’t sure how to respond. This situation seemed very strange. She looked at Sarah and then looked Emma up and down with a wicked smile on her face.
“She likes it really don’t you Emma?”
Emma nodded, fearful of the consequences of giving the wrong answer.
“So what sort of names did you call her at school?”
“Tiny tits, baby boobs, baldy. She was very undeveloped at school and hated having to shower with us after P.E. The teacher always forced her and we teased her terribly about her flat chest and she had no pubes. She must have matured very late, because I don’t remember her ever having any at school!”
“Well she hasn’t changed much. She still has no tits and I removed her pussy hair!”
Lorren thought that seemed a bit strange, but was secretly excited by this revelation.
“Lift your t-shirt and show Lorren your little boobies!”
“Oh please no, don’t make me.”
Sarah smacked Emma’s bottom hard making her jump.
“Do it now or I’ll spank you out here!”
“Ooooh!”
moaned Emma, as she lifted the shirt to show herself off to her old enemy.
Lorren gasped as she saw that Emma had no underwear on. The girls had cornered Emma in between cars, but she still felt incredibly exposed and so vulnerable. She stood there holding up her t-shirt, totally humiliated in front of the girl she had hated at school. Lorren grinned from ear to ear.
“I’m taking her back to my place now. Why don’t you come with us and help me to bully her some more. She loves being bullied in the nude!”
“Yes I’d like that very much. Thank you.”
“Good. Do you drive?”
“Yes, my car’s over there.”
“Ok, follow us to my house.”
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