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Westridge Academy, Part Eleven
🕑 Added 2025-05-08 12:00:08 +0000 UTCWhile taking off her underwear was easier than the tricky process of doing so with her bra, panties were a slightly more personal garment. The dare had been for both, however. Even if it hadn’t, Summer had already explained that Amelia had to do as she was told when she was Summer’s bitch.
Amelia was in too deep at this point. Every second of stalling risked getting on Summer’s bad side, not to mention how it would be best to get the dare over and done with before the rest of the girls made it back. Reluctantly reaching underneath her skirt, she pulled the plain white panties over her hips and down her thighs.
Similar to the training bra given to her by Ashley, the underwear was rather plain and boring. Not that she would have worn anything too exciting to work, or to class when she was a student, but she still flushed as the group of girls giggled amongst themselves. Their amusement was probably more directed towards the act of going commando in general, rather than her taste in panties; either way, Amelia felt surprisingly self conscious when she knew at some level that she didn’t actually have anything to prove to the girls.
Summer took away the panties as quickly as she had done so with the bra, clearly not bothered that Amelia had just been wearing them. “Now your shoes,” she said.
‘But-’ Amelia was so close to complaining. Then she saw the look on the bossy teen’s face. Summer might have been top of the social food chain in her year, but she was a lot more transparent than the academy teachers and older prefects. This was obviously a test; if Amelia didn’t submit right away, Summer was ready to pounce on the failure. “Yes, Ms. Summer,” Amelia mumbled. Hopefully the title would be enough to offset her brief hesitation.
Admittedly, she didn’t hate kicking off her flats. Wearing shoes that were a half size too small was perpetually uncomfortable as she went about her day as a schoolgirl. It wasn’t so bad that her feet hurt from the flats that didn’t quite fit; if anything, she just ended up fidgeting a lot more than her peers, or resisting the urge to do so when being scrutinized by Ms. Song or anyone else who was specifically paying attention to her on any given day.
Smirking in satisfaction, Summer said, “Pick them up.” There was no reason for her to do something like that herself when she could demonstrate her authority to both Amelia and the rest of the girls.
As Amelia obeyed and then handed the flats over to the girl, she realized this was about more than just treating Summer the same way students behaved around other authority figures at Westridge. Now Amelia couldn’t leave. She only had one blazer and one pair of shoes, and Summer had both. Although did Summer know that? Normal students probably had more than the bare minimum. Whether it was the bitchy girl’s intention or not, Amelia was going to have to stay put if it wasn’t possible to grab her clothes on the way out.
The good news, not that it was much, was that Amelia managed to get through everything before the rest of the girls made it back to Summer’s room. Just as she sat down at the desk, which was Summer’s next demand, the others returned with the homework they had been sent to retrieve. “Took you long enough,” Summer said, “You missed Millie’s little strip show.” She held up the panties and training bra, letting their imagination jump to conclusions that were no doubt further than what had actually happened in their absence.
Before the recently arrived girls and the ones who had been present for my ‘dare’ got a chance to gossip amongst themselves, Summer told everyone to hand over their algebra assignments for the weekend. They were each to write their names at the top, and also provide a few pages of completed homework that had already been graded and handed back. That way, Amelia would be able to reference handwriting as well as average grades.
“Aren’t you going to thank me, Millie?” Summer asked. She sauntered over and placed the recently removed panties on the desk, off to the side. A constant reminder that Amelia wasn’t wearing them, perhaps, or an embarrassing visual for both the new girl and anyone who glanced that way. “Not every girl gets a chance to be one of us.”
“Thank you, Ms. Summer,” Amelia said. This time, she said it right away. The sooner the focus was off her, the better.
Summer gave Amelia’s head a patronizing pat. “What a good girl. What a good little bitch. When you’re done, put your panties in your mouth and get down on all fours.”
Amelia definitely didn’t expect that kind of language from a girl her age. After recovering from the shock of the overtly dominant order, however, Amelia put together that it was her own age that was making it sound slightly more inappropriate than it was. Summer was just leaning into the bitch thing. Degrading Amelia in front of everyone else. Wanting Amelia to demean herself and act like a dog or something; the part about the panties was just another layer of humiliation.
Not pushing for a response this time, as the reactions from the other girls were plenty satisfying, Summer left Amelia to work and joined the circle on the other side of the room. “So, who wants to go first? Lily?”
As they began talking about the rules for daring each other, Amelia looked through Summer’s old assignments. She could already tell that this was going to be more work than she anticipated. Matching handwriting alone was a pretty big ask, when that wasn’t something she had ever done. And it wasn’t as simple as getting answers wrong to achieve the appropriate grade for each girl; Amelia was going to have to show her work, in a slightly different style every time, while purposely making mistakes that were similar to previous instances.
Amelia was also going to have to help everyone cheat on their homework while everyone else in the room was having fun without her. Not that she wanted to be involved in a game of dares with a bunch of teenagers; taking off her underwear and losing half her uniform was bad enough. At the same time, it was a combination of subconscious FOMO and trying to tune out the noise in order to focus, when she was used to studying and doing schoolwork in a more peaceful setting.
“Okay. Ella,” Lily chose one of the girls across the circle to kick things off, “I dare you to steal something from a girl on this hall. Can’t be one of us.”
Doing her best to ignore the excited whispers about where Ella was going to go and what she might take, Amelia took a quiet breath and started working through the algebra problems.
