Becky's Big Mistake

 Becky was furious. She was embarrassed. She couldn’t believe that in just a few weeks, she had been so embarrassed and knocked down so low. No one respected her anymore. No one feared her anymore. Everyone thought she was a laughing stock. People would pants her in the hallway and thanks to her mother, she would be wearing the most embarrassing pairs of underwear from Dora the Explorer to Blue’s Clues and more. It didn’t seem to end.

It had been a few weeks since the senior presentation, and graduation was only a few weeks away. The seniors pretty much had it easy until then. They had a lot of free time as they had already finished their exams. Becky decided to use her free time and let out some steam. She made an anonymous blog account called The Hard Truth.

On the blog, Becky blasted a bunch of random girls on the internet for various things. She exposed one senior for stuffing her bras calling her Flatty Patty. She exposed another person for still wetting the bed calling her Wetty Betty. And she wouldn’t hold back at all about her thoughts and opinions about all of these girls. She thought she was being subtle and lowkey, not using real names or photos, but simply going into a lot of accurate detail about these girls. Becky felt happy and better about herself as she did all of this, blowing off steam and pointing out all of these girls’ flaws.

Then one day, the week before graduation, Becky learned that one of her teacher’s was having an affair with another teacher, not only that but they were gay. Becky decided to not hold back any details this time and described in full what her teacher, Mrs. Grant was doing with the other teacher, Ms. Lewis. She made no effort to hide who they were and not only exposed them for having an affair, but also outted Mrs. Grant for being a lesbian, but she called Mrs. Grant a much more unfriendly word.

Immediately, it wasn’t hard to figure out who was behind the blog. Mrs. Grant was furious along with Ms. Lewis, but not only that other girls were furious because of the mean things Becky said about them as well, as it wasn’t hard to figure out who Becky was referring to in each of her blog posts.

Instead of confronting Becky, however, they all came up with a better plan. It was agreed that Mrs. Grant would inform Cynthia about what was Becky was doing. Cynthia was furious as Mrs. Grant explained, “I would normally have to file a lawsuit against Becky for all of these posts she’s made. She could’ve cost me my job, and for the record, my husband knows about my relationship with Ms. Lewis, and it was none of her business to out. I want Becky to be punished.”

“You have my word, Mrs. Grant. Becky will be punished,” Cynthia said.

“I trust you to do the right thing,” Mrs. Grant said.

Cynthia left the classroom, angry to have been called in just to be informed that her daughter was up to her old tricks. Cynthia thought to herself and then smiled. When her daughter wasn’t home, Cynthia took her daughter’s laptop and logged in, and found the blog Becky had been posting to. Then, Cynthia began typing. She also uploaded many many photos and when she was all done, she posted the blog. Cynthia had already confiscated Becky’s phone, which meant that Becky had no idea what was about to be exposed to everyone.

The phones buzzed and buzzed as everyone in the school and around town and all over saw the blog post that was all about Becky. The blog showed many photos of Becky’s spanked bottom, Becky in many pairs of her embarrassing underwear, and it even contained photos of every single pair of embarrassing underwear that Becky owned. It also talked about how Becky had bedwetting problems throughout high school which only stopped after junior year. It talked about how Becky often came home with soaked pants and desperately tried to hide them. It also contained completely naked pictures of Becky. Some of them were recent times when Becky was being bathed by her mom, leaving nothing to the imagination except strategically placed bubbles that barely hid Becky’s most intimate areas. All pictures were perfectly legal as the nude photos were only of Becky when she was at least 18. All of Becky’s most precious kept secrets were now on the internet just like she had done to all of those other girls, except this post was much more detailed and spared no privacy. Cynthia went into great detail about every embarrassing moment, every embarrassing secret about Becky.

Becky walked the halls not knowing what was happening, not even knowing that Cynthia knew about the blog. People snickered and laughed at her, but Becky had no idea why. She just assumed she was being laughed at because of her being pantsed several times.

Lacey walked up to Becky and giggled. “Hey, Becky, have you wet the bed recently?”

“What? No,” Becky said. “I’ve never wet the bed.”

“Are you sure? Is this another one of your fibs, Becky? You know lying gets you nowhere,” Lacey said. “Tell everyone the truth, Becky. When was the last time you wore diapers? When was the last time you peed your pants?”

“I don’t wear diapers!” Becky yelled, her face red. “And as far as wetting my pants, everyone does it once in awhile.”

“When was the last time you peed your pants, Becky?” Lacey asked. “Was it maybe during sophomore year?”

Becky blushed and shook her head. “Just stop, Lacey. Leave me alone.”

Lacey raised an eyebrow and yanked Becky’s pants down. “Look everyone! Becky’s wearing her Barney panties!”

Everyone turned and looked, snickering at Becky. “Isn’t this getting old, Lacey? You’ve pantsed me everyday this week!” Becky yelled. “I’m tired of it.”

“Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you decided to post about everyone else’s secrets on the internet!” Lacey yelled, shoving Becky’s stomach against the locker.

Becky yelped as she tried to grab for her shorts, but was pinned by Lacey. Lacey kept her hold on Becky as Becky squirmed. “Let me go!” She yelled. “This is stupid, Lacey! I don’t even know what you’re talking about!”

“You really going to play dumb!” Lacey yelled, pulling Becky’s underwear down to her ankles and began spanking Becky’s bare bottom right in the middle of the hallway as everyone watched. “You really going to be a coward and pretend you weren’t the one who said those mean things about me! You’re despicable, Becky! You outted Mrs. Grant and Ms. Lewis, you exposed everyone’s embarrassing secrets, and now you think yours is going to be spared. News flash, all of your secrets are out there for all to see. We know, Becky. We know everything. We know how you used to have bed wetting problems. We know every pair of underwear you own. We know about how you have a little mole right between your legs right on the inner thigh on the right side. We know how you were the one behind the blog.”

Lacey kept spanking Becky’s bottom as Becky squirmed, crying from embarrassment and humiliation. “You thought that you would just get away with everything? That we wouldn’t find out that it was you behind your stupid blog?!”

Lacey pulled Becky’s feet out of Becky’s pants forcing her legs apart and bending her over. “You thought being pantsed was hard enough for you, you crossed a line, Becky Garth! From this point forward, there’s no mercy for you. No one here pities you.”

Lacey pulled Becky’s butt cheeks apart as everyone kept watching. Lacey smacked Becky’s bottom right on her butthole. She lowered her hand and spanked Becky right on her pussy. Becky couldn’t do anything but sob as Lacey tossed Becky to the ground and forced her down on her back and lifted her legs until her feet were tucked behind her head. Lacey spanked Becky right in the center of bottom. Becky cried and cried, and begged for Lacey to stop. Lacey pulled Becky to her feet and pulled her clothes off. “You don’t deserve these.”

Becky sobbed as she stood there, naked. Her bottom freshly spanked. Everyone watching her, no one having pity for her. Lacey then held up her phone and showed Becky the blog. Beck stared as all of her secrets were right there on the internet. And she couldn’t protest because she had done the exact same thing to everyone else. She had made a big mistake, and her punishment for it was only just beginning.