As Jazmin walked in the door, closing it behind her, she jumped out of surprise. Standing in front of her was her mother, beautiful as usual, with her arms crossed, and although she was giving her same friendly smile, she was definitely mad.
"Jazmin Murray! I heard you were having a little fun at school today?" Jazmin immediately pretended to be confused, "What? Mom, I didn't do anything! No one was wedgied by me all week, I promise!" "Oh, I know you didn't wedgie anyone. But I got an e-mail a few hours ago from a teacher saying they saw you walk out of a bathroom, and only two minutes after you did, two girls walked out, and they were pantsed!" Replaying the scene in her head almost made Jazmin smile, but she stuck to her story. "What? Mom that's just a coincidence! Someone else probably did it! Maybe it was Kayla, the cheerleaders love pantsing other girls!" "Jazmin I don't want to hear any more excuses! Now you're just lucky you didn't wedgie anyone, because if you did, you know you'd be getting that public spanking I promised. I'll tell you your full punishment after dinner. And welcome home sweetie." And just like that, Tara went back to the loving, pretty mother everyone knew her as. She gave Jazmin a quick hug and a slap on the butt, and then walked upstairs to the kitchen.
Meanwhile, Jazmin had other plans. She quietly went upstairs, but went past her room and opened Cindy's. Inside she found Cindy and Brook looking at Cindy's laptop, laughing at something. Jazmin closed the door, "Which one of you two snitched on me?" She hissed. Both girls looked at each other, confused, then back at Jazmin. "What could we snitch on you for? The only time I even saw you today was when I gave you those swirlies." Brook laughed. Jazmin blushed and turned to Cindy, "Then you did it! I thought we had a deal. I would leave you two alone, and you would keep my secret quiet, and you wouldn't snitch on me!" Jazmin turned back to Brook, "I even got you out of a wedgie from Brielle earlier!"
The two girls sat up straight, "Look, Jazmin, neither of us snitched on you, okay? Why would we? Why would we risk having our own personal maid, wedgie slave, and entertainment packaged up all in one? We want to keep this secret as much as you do." Jazmin bit her tongue softly, thinking all of it over. Her thoughts were interrupted by Cindy speaking, "But, while you're in here, jeans are a little informal for dinner, aren't they?" Jazmin widened her eyes and turned to Cindy. "You aren't really suggesting what I think you are?" Cindy nodded with a smirk, Brook looking between the two of them with a big smile on her face.
"Owie!" Jazmin said quietly as Cindy slapped her butt as she left the room. "See you at dinner, nerd." Brook giggled as the door was shut. Jazmin merely choked back her humiliation and adjusted the hem of her very tight red dress, which Cindy had deliberately ordered a few sizes too small for her so that it ended just at the top of her thigh, revealing her big butt if she bent over or didn't adjust it after walking too long. On top of that, it was also rather low cut, having only one shoulder strap coming from her right shoulder down, her ample breasts bouncing in the smooth fabric, threatening to jump out at any second. Thankfully, Cindy had at least let her keep her embarrassing yellow bra; while it looked silly, at least she had something on underneath the skimpy dress.
Jazmin sat down on her bed, getting on her own laptop, trying to forget her outfit while simultaneously wondering who snitched on her. As she was doing this, her phone lit up with a message from a cheerleader named Kayla. Kayla was a popular girl, especially considering her cheerleader status, but her curvy frame and nice round butt, combined with her breasts that were meant for cheering, meant that some bullies, such as Jazmin and Brielle, just couldn't resist. Her reputation wasn't ruined by the wedgies she got, but she did get teased often.
The text read: "Hey Jazmin! Hope your mom isn't too bad about the anonymous tip a teacher got about your little pantsing fun ;)" Jazmin immediately called Kayla, who picked up. "Hey! What's up?" Jazmin could hear Kayla's smile through the phone. "Listen Kayla, I don't know how you know I did that, but I do know that I'll get you back for it." Kayla giggled, "Oh yeah? We don't have any classes together this year. And even during lunch you don't have the time. How are you gonna get me back?" "I don't have any, but Brielle has three classes with you. Every single day." Kayla was quiet for a moment. "Hey, Jazmin, I'm sorry, it was just a joke. I didn't mean anything by it." Jazmin smirked. "Expect a visit from Brielle tomorrow. Third hour is the first one, right? I hope you can still focus with a chair wedgie all hour." "Wait, Jazmin, please don't get Brielle to-" Jazmin hung up with a smirk, finding Brielle in her contacts, who she decided to rename "Sissy Princess" with a crown emoji on either side.
She sent a quick text: "Hey Brielle. Kayla snitched on me. I'm getting away without the whole... public spanking, but I need you to quiet her up." Brielle responded quickly, "Sure thing! My pleasure. That blondie doesn't know what's coming to her." Jazmin smiled at her phone, "Just for one day, though. Next Monday she's off the hook, unless something else comes up. Thanks." "No problem!"
Jazmin then texted Kayla, who had been rapidly texting and pleading for Jazmin to forgive her. "Hey Kayla. Friday's gonna be your wedgie day! Don't snitch on me in the future, and it'll go back to your normal wedgie routine. Got it?" Kayla immediately responded, "Yes Jazmin." Jazmin smiled, finding some closure in the mystery, until she remembered she was still getting some sort of punishment.
When time came for dinner and Jazmin walked in, Brook and Cindy were already sitting at the table next to each other, waiting. When Tara saw Jazmin, she laughed, "Wow, Jazmin! I'm glad you're taking the dinner so seriously! Come on, get your plate, we have all sorts of pasta already on the table." Tara smiled at her. As Jazmin walked past her, Tara softly grabbed her arm and whispered, "And that dress is gonna make your punishment for tonight even better." Jazmin gave a soft gasp as Tara slapped her butt before continuing to the table, setting plates and glasses down.
The dinner itself went smoothly, with Brook and Cindy talking for the majority of it as everyone ate, often looking at Jazmin and winking or giggling quietly. Once everyone was finished, Tara stood up with a smile. "Well, girls, as you may or may not know, Jazmin has been a good girl so far and has not wedgied anyone. But, she has pantsed a few girls, and so I think she still needs a punishment, don't you?" Tara looked at Cindy, who nodded quickly, "Seems fair." Tara walked around the table to Jazmin, "Well, Jazmin, since you seem to find exposing panties to be so funny, I think you should see how it feels. Until next Friday, when you're in this house, you are not allowed to wear any pants, shorts, or skirts. I want to be able to see your panties at all times, do you understand?"
Jazmin's jaw dropped as Tara spoke, Brook and Cindy barely containing their laughter. "Mom, come on, we have a guest here right now!" Jazmin protested. "I know, but the humiliation will be a good reminder of this lesson. Now, come on, dress off." Jazmin gasped, "What? I thought just my panties had to be exposed!" "Well I'm not going to have you wear that lovely dress rolled up! So take it off, before I take it off for you, and give you a spanking for being difficult."
That line quickly made Jazmin comply. She looked at Brook and Cindy from the corner of her eye, reluctantly raising the dress up and over her head, handing it to Tara, who couldn't contain her own laughter. "Oh! Unicorns! Cindy, these are great!" Jazmin blushed deeply as Tara turned her around, her bubble butt wobbling as her feet slapped against the wooden floor, the embarrassing print of the brightly colored panties not helping her humiliation. "Thanks mom! I got you a pair just like them. All the new clothes will be here by noon tomorrow." Tara smiled, "Awesome! I can't wait to see what you got me!"
Jazmin couldn't believe what was happening. She was being humiliated in the dining room, spun around for her little sister and her friend to laugh at, for panties that said little sister had chosen, and made her wear all day. For a moment she thought it couldn't get any worse until she felt a hand slap her butt, feeling it bounce around in the panties, now much freer than in the jeans. "Sorry honey, couldn't resist." Tara giggled, giving another slap before placing her hand on Jazmin's red bottom, wiggling it around.
"And you," Tara pointed at Cindy, "If you see your big sister wearing pants, you have my permission to pants her, okay? She needs to have her cute panties on display at all times, no matter who comes over." Jazmin bit her lip, not daring to protest. Tara turned back to her, "Okay now, go stand in the corner while we do dishes, then you can go to your room. Okay?" "Yes ma'am." Jazmin replied, obeying and going to the corner, placing her hands on her head and her feet shoulder width apart, her big butt embarrassingly cupped by the panties for everyone to look at as they did dishes.
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