The revenge grows

Barry’s world was a blur of wooden floorboards and the scent of Brittany’s perfume. He could feel the smooth skin of her legs against his stomach and the heat of dozens of eyes on his pretty panties. He squeezed his own eyes shut, praying for a hole to open in the porch and swallow him whole. Then, the first sharp smack echoed in the sudden quiet, followed immediately by the sting of her palm against the thin lace of his panties. A fresh, hotter blush bloomed across his already crimson face, a humiliation so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing him into the floor.

The spanking was not brutal, but it was relentless and utterly degrading. Each sharp slap was punctuated by a fresh round of laughter and teasing remarks. “Look at his little pounded panties!” one girl howled. “He’s getting spanked like a naughty Rah-Rah!” another shrieked with delight. Barry could only lie there, absorbing the shame with each stinging impact, the lace of his skimpy panties doing nothing to cushion the blows or the complete and total destruction of his dignity.

Brittany felt a deep, satisfying hum settle in her chest as she watched him tremble, a perfect picture of shattered pride. She pressed her palm flat against the small of his back, feeling the frantic beat of his heart through his thin shirt. She snapped the string side of the panty. Every tremor, every shudder that wracked his body, was a note in a beautiful, symphonic revenge. She had taken his power, his arrogance, and his secret shame, and she had turned it into a public spectacle. This wasn't just about payback; it was a lesson, inked in humiliation and delivered for every girl he had ever lied to.

Her friends were a chorus of triumphant laughter, their phones held high, capturing the moment for posterity. They were no longer just spectators; they were co-conspirators in this masterpiece of justice. Pictures and videos would flood social media for a year.

Brittany met Shreya’s eyes over the crowd, and the knowing, wicked smile they shared cemented their bond. This was Girl Power in its rawest, most beautiful form. They hadn't just exposed Barry; they had claimed the narrative, turning him into a humiliated tale that would be whispered about campus for years to come.

She finally relented, her hand lifting from his butt. With a gentle but firm push, she rolled him off her lap and onto the porch floor. He lay face-down with his butt pooched in the air, his butt cheeks on display. He looked over his shoulder to see girls taking more pictures. He whimpered in resounding defeat.

Brittany rose to her feet, dusting off her hands with an air of finality. She looked down at him not with anger, but with a cool, detached sort of pity, as if he were a toy she had grown tired of playing with. The message was clear: his reign of charm was over, and the legend of the panty boi had just begun. Brittany laughed at the site.

A sharp, collective whistle cut through the air as Barry stumbled to his feet, his movements clumsy and uncertain. He kept his head bowed, the mop of his hair falling over his eyes as if it could somehow shield him from the dozens of gazes burning into his skin. His hands flew back to his butt cheeks, rubbing the soreness where he’d been spanked, a gesture of childish vulnerability that only drew more laughter. He took a single, shaky step away from the porch, his legs unsteady, as if the very ground had turned against him.

“Hey, Panty Boi, where you going?” a girl with pink hair called out, her voice dripping with saccharine mockery. “Don’t forget your new name, Panty Boi!” Another one chimed in, “Yeah, you should wear little lace panties every day! They really complete the look!” Another girl taunted, “You should be sucking cocks!” the pink haired girl chimed in.   Brittany wiggled her eyebrows at the suggestion. Shreya called out, “I can do a little suggestion with him and he will do it!”

Shreya sat Barry on his butt and did some quick hypnotic suggestions. Then Shreya pronounced, “Barry, what do you crave more than anything?” Barry blushed and looked down. His face deepened in color as he whimpered, a pathetic sound that was swallowed by the crowd’s mirth. “Answer the question Panty Boi!” Brittany demanded. Barry looked up and whispered, “I want…I want to suck cock!” “Go do it!” Brittany commanded.

Barry jumped to his feet and quickly moved. He didn't run, but his hurried, shuffling walk was a clear admission of obedience. He moved through the parting sea of females like a ghost, headed to a frat house, a cheerleader on a mission. The name followed him, a chant that grew in volume and confidence. “Panty Boi, Panty Boi, Panty Boi!” It was the soundtrack to his downfall, and Brittany allowed herself a small, private smile.

Shreya pulled Chloe, Brittany, Maya, and Lena together. They all laughed victoriously. “We made him into a cheerleader!” laughed Chloe. “A cheerleader in tiny lace panties!” added Lena. “And he butt bounced on those panties!” laughed Maya. “And he got those panties spanked publicly!” giggled Shreya. Brittany chuckled, “And…and he is sucking another guy’s cock right now!” All of the girls erupted in laughter and hooting.  It took a few minutes for the girls to regain their composure. The girls began to receive pictures of Barry emphatically engaged in a deep throat blowjob. The guy standing in front of Barry erupted, his cock unloading a dump truck load of cum into his mouth. Barry guzzled every drop. Then the next guy stepped in.

The girls later learned that Barry sucked off 14 guys that night. He swallowed every drop of cum fed to him. Reportedly, Barry sat on his butt and licked his cum-drenched lips. Then he exclaimed, “Yikes-a-Rama! Me so dizzy!”   

They felt so powerful. The Girl Power lessons were intense. Barry would never recover from these humiliating lessons. But the girls would treasure these moments all their lives.