The Track Bet
by jastes22 

Part 3

Gatorade and Underwear - Down to just her underwear, Denise goes to the store to buy some Gatorade.

In some ways, waiting for Taylor to come up with my next punishment was the worst part of the whole thing, just imagining what awful things she could think of.

“You know, Denise, you look parched. You’ve been working out so hard you’re probably dehydrated.”

I didn’t say anything. Where was Taylor taking this?

“There’s a little outlet store down the street. Let’s walk down and get some Gatorade for your second lap.”

“What?” No way I was going out in the road where everyone could see. The road that ran by the high school was one of the busiest roads in the town. Everyone would see me!

Taylor seemed to know the reservations going through my head. “It’ll hardly be a thing. You’re wearing a sports bra, so it’ll just look like you’re running.”

She had a point. In fact, now that I considered it, her request was actually rather tame. Maybe Taylor had taken it as far as she wanted and was content to just make me run my laps.

“Boys!” Taylor yelled. “We’re heading down the road for some Gatorade. We would love it if you came.”

As the boys scrambled down, Taylor turned to me. “You know what? I know we said you would still be wearing everything but your shirt, but I think we should really get those pants off of you now.”

“What? I thought I took them off right before my lap.”

“I never said that.” Before I could react, Taylor grabbed the sides of my shorts and pulled them down. I shrieked and wrapped my arms around myself. I was in my underwear! And Taylor was going to make me walk in the road! Suddenly, her request didn’t seem so tame. She probably never intended for me to have my shorts at all when she made her request.

Taylor held my feet while she pulled my shorts off my shoes. My underwear was only slightly more modest than a bikini, but I felt totally exposed.

Soon, there was a train of us going down the street. Each time a car passed us, I felt my face blush with embarrassment. There was no way they could miss the throng of students walking on the side of the road. I just had to hope that they didn’t notice me, the half-naked girl in her underwear. The rush of wind every time a car passed was cold, and each time the gust blew on my bare stomach, back, and legs, I shuddered.

I could swear that a few cars slowed down at the sight of me. One car slowed down considerably, and I could see inside a woman in her 30s staring at me. I wrapped my arms around my body tighter. I had never in my life felt so self-conscious about my body. What were people thinking? Did they think this was a joke? Some sort of hazing? Or did they think I was getting some sort of kick out of it? Did they think I was enjoying this?

Was I enjoying this?

Finally, we reached the outlet store. A teenager looked up as we entered in, a little surprised by the number of people walking into the store. The surprise didn’t compare to when he realized I was in my underwear. His eyes nearly bugged out of his sockets.

“H-h-how can I help you today?” he asked.

Taylor grinned at the boy’s reaction. “You seem nice. What’s your name?”

“Umm...Gary.”

Well, Gary, my friend here actually needs some help. Would you mind giving her a spanking?”

I gawked at her. What? “That wasn’t part--”

Taylor slapped a hand over my mouth. “Hush, or your next lap will be even worse. Now, lean over the countertop.”

I swallowed, unable to say anything. My face grew red as I leaned over the counter while Taylor coaxed Gary to the other side.

“Just a second,” Taylor said. “A proper spanking really should be done on your bare bottom, don’t you think, Dee?”

“Wait--”

“Good.” Taylor grabbed the fabric of my panties and pulled them down, not so far that they fell off my legs, but enough that I knew my entire butt was on display, both to Gary and the other boys.

“Go ahead, Gary. The harder the better.”

Whatever bashfulness Gary had was gone. His hand hit my skin hard. I shrieked and groaned. As he continued, I felt my breath quicken and warmth grow in my crotch. With horror, I realized that in between my legs I was getting wet. Crap, this was turning me on.

Despite my hopes otherwise, Taylor didn’t fail to notice. As I turned, Taylor saw the wetness. I realized that my pussy was in view, but I couldn’t care given the pain in my behind. “Look at this.” She poked a finger in, and I nearly fell to the floor. “Stop!” I pleaded, but the conviction in my voice sounded weak.

She grinned. “I’m glad you’re enjoying this, Dee. I’ll make sure your next few laps are even more exciting.”

She tugged my panties back up and pushed me towards the Gatorade. When I returned to buy the Gatorade, Taylor was holding a Styrofoam cup with something. Ice?

The way back was even worse with my legs feeling weak and my butt raw. Even more cars slowed down. A few even honked, and I felt myself blush furiously. No way to convince that no one saw me now. I carried the Gatorade, one of those 12-pack things, in my hands, and it made my body wet and slippery. I held them as close as I could to my bra, the only semblance of cover that I had.

Finally, we made it onto the school grounds, and I had some cover from the road. As we neared the stadium entrance, though, my heart dropped. There were sounds of voices inside.

The soccer team, I realized. Oh, crap. More people were going to be joining our little adventure.

As we entered, the boys’ soccer team turned to look at the commotion of the combined mob of the girls’ track team and the boys’ swimming team, and then their eyes fell on me. They stopped, gathering around the others, whispering and staring.

“Little DeeDee here is going to be running a few laps, and she’ll lose some of her clothes each time,” Taylor explained to the soccer team. “We’d be glad if you joined us.”

She turned to me, standing there in my underwear. “Go on.”

I took my place at the starting line, intent on running as fast as I could. It would make losing whatever piece next happen faster, but I just wanted to get this over with.

“Wait,” Taylor said. I groaned. What now?

“You still look a little parched. I have an idea. Josh, can you come over here?”

He did, and I felt myself blushing even more than when I was on the road.

“Josh, would you grab Denise’s panties and pull them out a bit?”

“Wait, what?”

Taylor rolled my eyes like I was being a child. “He’s not going to take them off. Not yet, anyways We’re just going to put some ice down your panties to cool you off.”

“Taylor—”

“Go on, Josh.”

He didn’t need more coaxing. His hands slipped down the front of my panties and I nearly collapsed right then and there as pangs of pleasure shot through my legs. His fingers flirted with my pussy, just barely brushing it, and I knew he was thinking about fingering me right there. Instead, he pulled out, blatantly taking a good look at my hairy pussy beneath him. A quiet part of me, the part that was actually enjoying the experience, wondered if he liked what he saw.

“Good. Hold it for a sec.” Taylor poured the ice down my panties. I gasped, suddenly unable to breathe as the cold ice sunk into my pussy. Some of it liquified immediately and fell through my panty down the insides of my legs, but most stayed in, melting quickly to my body heat while it soaked my panties and pubic hair.

“Get going,” Taylor said. She gave me another slap, and I took off, my face red and my pussy burning from the cold. I could feel my panties getting soaked and sticking to my pussy, becoming almost transparent that I might as well not have been wearing them at all.

As I neared the finish line, the combined mob of the girls’ track team and the boys’ soccer and swim teams cheered, knowing what was about to come next.