The following morning started badly. I overslept after taking ages to drop off to sleep. I kept worrying my hiding place being discovered and couldn’t sleep until I knew my parents were asleep. My dreams were of Libby, Gail & Claire. Trying to make love to one of them while dressed as a girl while the others watched and giggled, being spanked by the PE mistress in front of the class and finally wanking in the girls changing room on Libby’s sofa in front of them all! I woke up to find I had had a wet dream and my shorts were wet and sticky. I stripped them off and hid them under the bed, before collapsing back into bed and sleeping until shaken awake by my Mum as she headed to work. I just had time to grab my school stuff and head out of the door at a run, cramming a piece of cold toast in my mouth as I ran. I arrived in the form room just in time to be signed into the register and sank into a seat at the back of the room. The bell rang shortly afterwards and we headed of to our first classes Libby and Gail both hurried to greet me. I smiled at Libby but did not hug or kiss her. We walked to our French class and took a table with Claire at the back.

“Have you got them then ? Asked Gail

“Got what? I asked puzzled.

“My knickers She growled, under her breath We’ve got PE again after lunch”

“Ooops, sorry I forgot them They were still wedged in with the pipes in the bathroom and were unlikely to be dry yet. You’ll have to manage without them”

Gail glowered at me for a minute before an idea occurred to her You can buy me a new pair from the uniform shop at lunch time She said brightly. Great, no dinner for me then. I didn’t know how much they cost, but I only had 2 in my pocket. We arranged to meet outside the school shop at the beginning of lunch. With any luck, she could buy them and give me back enough change for a Mars Bar at least.



The school shop was a cross between a tuck shop, stationers, second hand bookshop and uniform outfitters. It was open every lunch hour and was run by some of the mothers. These days, I’m sure it would be full of healthy snacks and self improvement books, but in the 80s tuck shops were seen as a perk of frugal dinner money spending. Text books and pens could be bought and worn out or lost uniform replaced. As it was all the old fashioned regulation garments, the uniform department was never busy during term time with just the odd tie and occasional PE kit being sold. Pushy mothers of the younger years insisted on buying their children a year of humiliation by getting all their uniform from the shop, safe in the knowledge they were doing their bit for the school.



Gail was standing outside when I got there and smiled as she saw me approach. I held out the cash but she pushed my hand away. Come on inside she said. We walked in and pushed through the crowd buying sweets and crisps to the uniform counter at the back of the shop. We waited by the counter until one of the mums came over. Yes my dears, what would you like ?”

“A pair of PE knickers please said Gail

The lady reached under the counter and came back up with a box of various pairs of the navy blue knickers. What size ?”

Gail turned to me and looked me up and down, as if assessing my size. Lets try age 14-16”

The lady found a pair and held them out to Gail. She took them and pushed them against my waist, stretching the elastic to see if it would fit. What do you think ? she said to me, grinning mischievously. I made an indecipherable noise and backed away, blushing deeply. Gail turned back to the lady who looked a little confused. Yes, he’ll take them thank you, how much ?”

“Erm 1.70 please she said looking between the 2 of us. I handed the money over and she gave me the change. Gail handed me the knickers and turned to go. I stuffed them into my pocket, grunted Thanks to the lady who was now smirking and hurried after her, any thoughts of buy a Mars Bar banished from my mind.



Outside, Gail was leaning against the wall with tears running down her face, heaving in silent laughter. Claire and Libby appeared from nowhere and their similar demeanour persuaded me they had been in on the plan. I pulled the knickers out of my pocket and threw them at Gail. Here take YOUR knickers ! I snarled, stalking off. I had no doubt that the mum who had served us would tell her friends what had happened and just hoped she didn’t know me or Gail well enough to work out who I was. I certainly wouldn’t be going into the shop for a while. I looked back to see Gail waving the knickers at me and dissolving into another fit of laughter.



PE that afternoon was held outside as the sports hall was being filled with tables for exams. We were still in the mixed groups as normal and so had a limited choice of activities. Mixed rugby, football, Hockey or contact sports were not allowed. The teachers said this was because the boys were too rough, but we all knew it was because the girls used it as an excuse to pinch and grope the boys incessantly. There was therefore only netball or cross country running on offer. With all of us living in the village, a bunk off home during the run was almost tradition. We joined the rest of the runners and made a good show of heading off at a good trot though the light drizzle towards the main road. All 4 of us quickly dived out of view at the earliest opportunity and ended up outside the twin’s house. Claire rummaged around under a large flowerpot near the door and found the spare key and we went inside.



The lounge was warm after our chilly run but we were all shivering a little from the cold damp air outside. Claire offered to make some soup and went through to the kitchen. I think Libby was hoping Gail would join her, but she didn’t, continuing to perch on the arm of the sofa I was sat upon.

“Knickers comfortable ? I asked, lifting Gail’s skirt up her thigh a little.

She jumped and blushed as she swept it back down.

“He still owes you a spanking said Libby, slyly.

Gail made to jump up, but I was too quick and grabbed her around the waist. I held her firmly with one hand and tickled her under the arms and around her middle until she collapsed in a giggling heap on the floor.

“Why don’t you do it Libby ? I suggested.

Libby looked at me wide eyed before glancing down at Gail, who by know resembled an untidy pile of limbs and random body parts. She looked up at Libby with a start, trying to gauge if I was serious and whether Libby would take me up on the offer. Before she could answer, I reached down and flipped the fastener on her PE skirt. It fell from her waist, revealing the new knickers she had embarrassed me with earlier that day. I motioned Libby to sit before standing myself over Gail and pulling her up and then over Libby’s knees. I sat down next to Libby, gazing over at Gail’s large ruddy bottom straining to escape from her knickers.



Gail looked much older and bigger than Libby draped over her small lap. Her legs reached the ground with ease and she could support her weight on her own hands as well.

“Pants down I think said Libby not even pausing to let Gail reply as she grabbed the waist of the knickers and wiggled them over Gail’s bottom. I was treated to a wonderful view of Gail’s ruddy bottom, framed by her gym knickers sitting at the top of her thighs.

Whack ! Libby landed the first stroke. I could see the ripples on Gail’s bottom as the energy was dissipated across it.

“OHHHH shrieked Gail, her pink face going redder still.

Smack, Smack, Smack. Libby landed 3 more spanks, causing even more wobbles. I noticed Claire had sagged slightly and was not fighting as much. She was obviously enjoying receiving Libby’s hand as much as Libby enjoyed meating it out. She must have delivered over 20 spanks before she noticed how much redder Gail’s bottom had become, and decided as I had the day before, to stop. Gail remained draped over her lap, breathing heavily, tufts of ginger pubes poking out from around her pussy.



Claire walked back in with a tray of mugs of soup. She did not seem in the least bit shocked at the sight of Gail’s bottom, but simply sat on the chair opposite and hugged her mug. Gail slid off Libby’s lap and hauled her knickers back up. She looked around for her skirt, but I motioned to her to sit down without it.

“Drink your soup and get it later I said. She nodded and sat back down on the arm of the sofa, next to me. I felt I should be able to feel the heat radiating from her rump, perched just inches from me. Her bottom spilled over either side of the sofa arm, seemingly increasing its already buxom proportions. I stared at it as I drank my soup, vaguely fantasising about attempting a rear entry on it. Eventually I looked back at Libby, who was obviously engaged in a similar dream and gave her a broad wink. She smiled back at me, a satisfied smile indicating to me that she had enjoyed the afternoon every bit as much as Gail and myself.



Claire suddenly jumped up Runners she shouted, pointing out of the window. Just visible on the main street were the poor unfortunates returning from their jaunt around the countryside. We downed the last of our soup and ran for the door. I snatched up Gail’s skirt and got through the door first, my trophy held high. Gail came thundering after me, catching me up as I got to the school gate. I almost felt like throwing the skirt up where she could not reach it and make her run back into school in her knickers (As she should, if the uniform code was enforced) but I relented and allowed her to return to the changing room as she had left. No one seemed to notice that about of the class were much cleaner than the rest. I guess quite a few had not participated fully in the full activity, but I doubt any had enjoyed their skive as much as us !