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In her fantasy her skirt had ridden up until her white panties were exposed and her bum had jiggled and wiggled as he spanked her. In her fantasy, Stanley had not stopped at three spanks either. He had given her ten or more good solid smacks and when he was done he had rubbed her bum gently with his open palm over her panties. He had rubbed her as he explained to her in gentle tones how he hated having to punish her like this and how he never wanted to do it again.

Esther had shaken herself out of that fantasy completely taken aback at the vividness of it. What surprised her most was how wet she was from the fantasy. Her panties were completely soaked and she thanked goodness that she was wearing jeans that night; otherwise her friends might have caught the aroma of her wet pussy emanating from beneath her skirt.

Esther thought she could smell it herself, but being high, she wasn't really sure. Luckily her friends never noticed it; at least they never said anything about it.

One thing that had changed after having that fantasy was that, although she had grown used to wearing a pair of cute shorts over her panties and under her uniform skirt, she had begun wearing just the panties under her skirt, the way most of her friends did. In fact, the next time she went shopping for underwear, her selections had been more brief than anything she had worn before that time.

She reconciled the change in style as part of growing up. Gone were the conservative white cotton panties; now she frequently wore smaller finely-cut panties and even a thong or two from time to time, although she did wear the white cotton panties on occasion.

The school uniform she used to wear certainly flattered Esther. She was about five foot four and had been blessed with a petite frame. Her breasts were small, a 34 B-cup but were topped with small bright red nipples that reminded her of strawberries when they were hard.

Esther never liked her own body very much. She wasn't as thin as her friend Onome. Onome weighed just over 50 kilograms and could fit into clothes that Esther could only dream of. Onome's body was as slim as slim could get. Her figure reminded Esther of many of the singers and actors she saw on television all the time.

They were all so thin and she often dreamed she could be as thin as they were.

When Esther looked at her own tits, she told herself that her friend Oyin had much bigger tits. Oyin's chest at 36C was very big compared to just about every other girl in their school. She was even bigger than some of the teachers. Oyin's figure too was much curvier than Esther's. Esther had watched Oyin from behind once while she was walking away and was amazed at the wiggle she produced.

Esther had tried to catch glimpses of herself walking from behind at times but that was virtually impossible. She was much too shy about it to ask any of her friends whether she wiggled when she walked or not. She reasoned then that her wiggle could not possibly be as good as Oyin's.

The only section of her own body that Esther thought was better than any of her friends' was her bum. Round and firm, she thought it looked good regardless of which panties she wore or whether she was wearing jeans or a skirt. She frequently admired it in the mirror after a shower, though sometimes when she did, thoughts of
Stanley's hand slapping her there drifted into her mind.