I slept incredibly well and the next morning Bridget and I were up early for the bus trip to the prehistoric caves that were an hour away. We dressed, had breakfast in the dining hall downstairs, then returned to own rooms to clean our teeth and collect our bags. Just as I was about to exit Bridget called me to a halt. When I turned she was holding her hand out, and I gave her a puzzled look.
"Take off your knickers and give them to me," she demanded with a hint of a smile.
I was flabbergasted. "You are not serious. Please tell me you are not serious?" I pleaded.
"Give me your panties. I have decided it will be a good punishment for you to go the whole day without your knickers."
"Please!" I again pleaded.
"Angela, I warned you that if you did not obey me you will be spanked, so that is an extra twenty spanks on top of the twenty I was already planning for you tonight. Do you want to go for double again or am I going to see those knickers in my hand within the next ten seconds."
There was no way I wanted more spanks, so quickly I dropped my bag, reached up under my skirt and quickly lowered my knickers, stepped out of them and rushed to hand them to Bridget.
"Why, thank you my little roommate. I know what I can use if I need a handkerchief today."
With that Bridget rubbed my knickers underneath her nose, pretending she was wiping a sniffle.
"Oh, and they smell sooo nice."
I cringed with embarrassment, but did not have time to dwell on it as we heard our teacher calling us to hurry along. I found myself holding the sides of my skirt for fear it might get caught in a gust of wind.
On the long bus trip to the caves I was sitting beside my friend Emma, and Bridget of course was down the back sitting with her glam buddies. A couple of times she walked down the aisle, and when she was opposite where I was seated she would stop and pull my panties out of her pocket and make a play of wiping her nose. Each time she did it I slouched in my seat and blushed with shame. Almost as a reflex action I squeezed my knees tightly closed and ensured my skirt was pulled down as low as it could go. Emma seemed to sense my discomfort, and gave me a strange stare but made no comment.
Emma was by no means a close friend, but we had formed a special bond and I had a lot of respect for her. Which was in itself a bit strange. We were as different as chalk and cheese. I was athletic, a diligent studier and dressed conservatively. Emma turned her nose up at any form of exercise, only did enough school work to keep herself out of trouble, and dressed in black gothic clothing and black straight hair accompanied by coloured streaking, as well as several piercings in her ears and nose. I lot of the students called her an "Emo" although she denied this when we spoke about it.
However what Emma and I did have in common was we tended to be outsiders from the main grouping of girls so I guess this drew us together. Plus we enjoyed each other's company and privately liked to mock other female students her were obsessed with their appearance and always trying to look glamorous.
Once we were at the caves we were taken through by a guide. I was thankful it was pitch black inside the caves apart from lighting placed to highlight prehistoric etchings on the walls and bones of creatures long extinct. Suddenly I froze as I felt a hand take hold of the hem of my skirt and slowly inch it up. I tried to brush away the hand without drawing attention to myself but was not successful.
"Don't move," Bridget whispered in my ear.
Slowly she inched up the back of my skirt until I knew my buttocks were exposed. I wanted to cry out but did not want to draw attention. I quickly looked around but everyone seemed to be watching the guide talking about the history of the caves, and my plight seemed to be unnoticed in the darkness.
"Squeeze your buttocks," Bridget whispered.
I whimpered and the girl standing beside us turned to stare for a moment, but seemingly noticed nothing and turned her attention back to the guide.
Slowly I moved my hands behind myself, gripped both buttocks and squeezed. I was mortified someone would notice as we were standing on the periphery of a group of over thirty girls.
"Squeeze hard," Bridget urged, and I obeyed by gripping them as hard as I could.
After what seemed like an eternity to me she whispered to me to release them and thankfully let go of my skirt. When we eventually finished the tour thirty minutes later I was still blushing with shame. Before we boarded the bus Bridget caught my eye and beckoned me over.
"When you sit on the bus I want you to lift your skirt so your bare ass is on the seat. Do you understand?"
All I could do is give a shocked nod. It was bad enough wearing no knickers, but now she wanted me to make myself even more shame faced by sitting my naked buttocks on the bus seat. To make matters worse I was one of the last persons on the bus, however I was relieved that at least the seat beside Emma was free.
I tried to hide my embarrassment as I sat down beside her. As I was almost seated I nonchalantly tried to flick the back of my skirt out from under me. I was only partially successful and what followed was several minutes of embarrassing squirming on my seat as I surreptitiously manoeuvre my dress from underneath me. Finally my bare buttocks were resting on the vinyl seating of the bus. I prayed nobody had noticed what I was doing. However as I glanced down at my lap I was mortified to notice that the act of pulling my skirt from underneath me had the effect of pulling the hem in front of me almost right up to my crutch. Desperately I took hold of it tried to lower it, but by doing so it pulled my dress up on the sides and threatened to expose my bare thighs and buttocks.
I began to sweat with anxiety. I pulled up the front of my hem until the side of the skirt lowered down sufficiently to cover me. Again my skirt was well up my thighs and only just covering my pubic region. I glanced up at Emma, who was looking at me with a bewildered frown. She pointedly looked down at my exposed thighs as if to silently give me an indication that my skirt had ridden up my legs, and I had to embarrassingly look away and ignore her.
But my respite was short lived as I sensed someone walking down the aisle from the rear of the bus, and I just knew it had to be Bridget. Sure enough, she stopped beside.
"Hello, my little roommate," she greeted with an exaggerated smile. "Enjoy the tour through the caves did we?"
"Yes, I managed to mumble, afraid to glance up at her.
She stood beside me for what seemed an eternity. Slowly she pulled my knickers out of her skirt pocket, delicately wiping her nose before finally moving on, but as she did she looked back at me and winked, and silently mouthed 'good girl'.
I could only blush.
"What was all that about," Emma questioned. "That fancy-faced, rich-bitch roommate of yours normally doesn't even acknowledge you exist."
"Oh, she has been taking more interest in me lately," I responded defensively. "She definitely is devoting more time to me."
"What?" Emma responded incredulously. "You are kidding, right? What is she expecting you to do for her?"
If only she knew, I couldn't help thinking. Fortunately Emma dropped the subject and left me to anxiously fidget with my skirt for the rest of the bus trip back to college.
When the bus arrived I could not wait to exit and quickly made my way to our room, but being careful to ensure I held my dress down. Once inside our empty bedroom unit I quickly closed the door and stood there in the half-darkness. My head was throbbing from the tension, but I also felt an inexplicable exhilaration racing through me that I could not explain. I knew Bridget would be back shortly, and I quickly undressed until I was naked, expect for my shoes and socks. I sat at my desk trying to prepare for tomorrow's classes but could not focus. My buttocks tingled and I squirmed as I thought of the spanking Bridget had assured me I would receive this evening. And she said I was going to get a double dose for arguing with her about removing my panties. I nervously chewed on my fingernails.
Finally Bridget entered the unit and went straight into her room. She was talking on her mobile the whole time and ignored me. After finishing her phone call she walked straight past my room to the bathroom, brushed her hair, went to the toilet to pee, and then left without saying a word. To be honest I was gutted at the way she ignored me, but fought back a tear of disappointment and tried to study for the forty five minutes I had before needing to dress for dinner in the dining hall.
Despite Emma's best efforts, I was edgy and moody at dinner and didn't really feel like chatting. I was frustrated at how Bridget was taking over my life, and even though it was in my power to do something about it, I couldn't seem to break away from her spell.
After the meal I returned to the bedroom unit and sat on my bed. A part of me wanted to stop this nonsense. Just leave my clothes on and tell Bridget to take a hike when she started threatening me with punishment. But the emotional part of my being wanted to go along for the ride. It wanted to experience it all, curious as to how far I could give up my pride and dignity, and allow myself to be subjugated.
In the end it was no contest. I found myself undressing and neatly folding my uniform on the end of the bed. Wearing only my shoes and knee high white socks I sat down at my desk and forced myself to study. Every few minutes I checked my email but there was no message from Bridget containing my instructions for my punishment. I should have been relieved, but inexplicably I felt deflated.
Finally I heard the click of a key in our front door as Bridget entered, but then I froze as I heard the sound of voices. Bridget was chatting to someone else, and they were in the small corridor right outside my bedroom door. I didn't dare move or make a sound. Surely Bridget would not allow anyone else to see me naked. I would die with shame. But I was not going to be so lucky. Suddenly my door swung open and in stepped my roommate, unable to suppress a broad grin.
Whoever was behind her was momentarily obscured, and I quickly rose from my chair with the intention of bolting to my wardrobe to grab some form of clothing to hide myself. But before I could move from my chair Bridget stepped to the side to reveal the person accompanying her. My mouth dropped open in horror and shame. Starring back at me with a similar look of shock was my best friend, Emma.
For a long moment we starred at each stunned before I realised I was standing and therefore revealing not only my breasts but also my pussy to my friend. Quickly I sat down, where at least I was partially hidden by my desk. I looked up at Bridget, puzzled and hurt that she had brought Emma into our bedroom unit.
"My dear roommate," Bridget grinned, "Did you forget you told Emma to come over one evening this week to work on your geography project?"
