A Powerful Lesson

Jordie was eyeing Bailey’s skirt. She had a cheeky plan, and a smile tugged at her face.

She thought it was a silly idea was it to make students this school uniform, especially for a school trip to the hills. There might be wind, or you might trip over, and that would be undignified. At the same time, it opened up the chance for an excellent humiliation prank. Jordie needed to wait for the right moment to execute her plan.

Mrs. Hoffman, the teacher, decided to stop at a clearing. Dusty trees surrounded them on the hilltop, and the sight was beautiful: lime green grass underfoot, an open sky, and the rolling hills were waves of green and brown that crashed against the distant mountain peaks – capped with the whitest snow. Bailey stood at the edge of the path and stretched her arms to behold the view. The rest of the class stood behind her and watched.

Jordie acted fast. She crept behind Bailey and laughed hard as she grabbed the hem of her skirt, lifting it up for the whole class to see. But nobody else was laughing. To Jordie’s horror, her victim was wearing regular shorts under the skirt, and an audience of angry faces looked on in disappointment.

“Jordie Nolan,” said the Mrs. Hoffman, “that is a horrible way to treat another person.”

Bailey turned around and faced Jordie.

Her face was calmer than Jordie expected. More than calm, it was smug.

“I think Jordie needs to be taught how it feels.”

Mrs. Hoffman considered Bailey’s words as she looked around her class. Other students spoke openly, agreeing that the bully should be punished.

“I’ll allow it,” she said, “but word of this won’t leave the hill.”

Two girls emerged from the crowd to grab Jordie by the arms. She tried to shake them off, but they were much too strong.

“Take her behind that rock,” Bailey ordered, “don’t let the boys see.”

“You can’t do this,” Jordie cried as all the girls in the class pushed her to the rock. She looked at Mrs. Hoffman for sympathy, but the teacher stood chuckling by boys with keen faces.

They lay Jordie down behind the rock.

“Let’s punish Jordie,” one girl said, holding her legs down.

“Strip her down to her panties,” said Bailey.

It was impossible for Jordie to fight the girls away. No amount of kicking, punching, or swearing could stop her blouse from unbuttoning, save her bra from being thrown over the rock, or hold her skirt at her waist. Not even her shoes and socks were spared.

“She’s wearing white undies!” shrieked one of the girls in delight.

“Fuck off, stop!” Jordie squirmed.

Her body was small in only her panties. They held her against the hard ground.

“And look how small her breasts are, like dough,” said another.

The lifted her to her feet.

“Show the boys, let them enjoy the view,” Bailey said.

Hungry eyes scanned the naked breasts. Jordie’s hands were held back from covering her pink nipples as they became hard under the caress of wind. It was a merciless. Jordie, her face as red as her nipples, was only spared when the girls were not permitted to lower her panties. Mrs. Hoffman instructed her to get dressed and behave decently. For the rest of the trip, she made sure Jordie walked next to her.

Jordie learnt a powerful lesson that day. The true humiliation came not from being stripped half naked, but because she knew in her heart that she deserved every bit. She would never again attempt to humiliate another person.