Not a little girl - Chapter-10

Her knees already weak, Jessica could only stare up at the metal monster in front of her. It must have been fifteen foot high and looking like a strange pyramid shaped spider web. Flashbacks assaulted her; of being a young child stuck halfway up a similar frame crying to her parents for help, too scared to go up or down. Her legs shook just looking at the thing and she was filled with a fear not of exposure of but of heights and climbing. The thing was covered in laughing climbing teens and older kids having a great time. Some raced to touch the top and others were just hanging off it being daft as kids do.

A look back over at her three bullies told Jess she needed to hurry up. Swallowing deeply she tried to keep her fear down as she reached forwards to grip the rough rope to start her climb. Even just a few feet off the group the swaying, slightly rickety motion of the ropes threatened to tense up every muscle and freeze her in place. Heart pounding, she forced herself slowly up the randomly placed ropes a few inch at a time. Her hands shook every time the let go to find the next hand hold. A strong wind suddenly blew past making her grip the ropes tight enough to make her fingers white.

Her dress, made of the light material wasted no time in blowing up with the wind exposing a good half of her knickers to anyone who had the inclination to look. From below the girls laughter boomed again as they got a great view of poor Jess as her pale skinny legs were exposed all the way up to her childish panties yet again. Even though Jessica wasn't the most curvy of girl, the tight knickers clung to her bottom showing off the individual curvature of her cheeks. In this position the girls and a few other onlooker were getting a great view of her panty clad bottom with just a peek of cheek out of the side of the embarrassing undies. With the sun shining on them the bright pink and yellow material practically glowed attracting every eye that might otherwise have missed them.

Jessica was blushing bright red again, knowing full well how exposed she was but not daring to move to cover herself while the wind pushed against her. She was panicking now the mix of fear and shame threatening to yet again bring tears to her eyes like a little child. After a few seconds of exposure the wind relented hiding once again the hello kitty knickers to everyone not stood under her looking up. Breathing out a large sigh of relief that she hadn’t realised she was holding she forced herself to carry on upwards. She was probably about six foot of the floor in her own little world of fear when she was made jump and almost screamed.

“Hurry up already!” said a younger girl just below her. Jess let out a little yelp much to the other girl’s amusement.

“I can’t! go around me!” Jess cried out trying to keep her panic in check. She darent look down for fear she wouldn't dare carry on upwards.

“What's up with you? Scared?” said the young girl giggling.

“Yes! So please just leave me alone!” Jess shouted back flustered.

“Why you climbing this then?” asked the girl practically exploding with amusement.

“Go away!” shouted Jess in a desperate panicky annoyance.

“ppppfffftttt... love your knickers by the way!” laughed the girl in her annoying sing song voice before starting to chant “I see London, I see France and everyone can see your bright pink underpants...“I see London, I see France and everyone can see your lovely pink underpants!” over and over again getting louder and louder attracting more attention to poor Jessica’s situation. Jessica’s embarrassment was only heightened as the tormenting song reminded her, here she was, a young woman dressed in a childish dress, exposing her childish knickers, to a playground full of people.

“SShhh Please!” Begged Jess. She tried to reach down to keep her dress from the wind's embrace again, but another gust of wind brought her gripping onto the ropes tight again as her knickers were once again exposed to the masses below.

Her new tormentor found this highly hilarious. “Can’t you just hold your dress down? OH NO WAIT you're too scared!” she laughed loudly before resuming her chant of “I see London, I see France, I can still see your baby underpants! her giggling was joined by other laughter as one of the girl’s friends joined her. “Nice Knickers!” came a boy's voice from below but Jess dare not either look down or move her hands away from the rope to try and cover the pink undergarments. It was so humiliating knowing she was exposed to lots of young teens and not daring to cover herself. Everyone could see her knickers, how could this get any worse. Both girls had taken up the taunt now making Jess blush in even deeper in shame as their rhymes chipped away at what little dignity she had left. Every lyric was a reminder of what she was wearing and how everyone could see them!

Jessica continued climbing trying to ignore the laughter and taunts of the girls below her. “Haha, look, you can even see her bum cheeks. Hey, I don’t think them knickers fit you” the girl shouted up to Jess. “Oh god, please leave me alone” whispered Jess to herself. Despite being naked numerous times the night before, and even a boy her own age seeing in strek past in just her knickers, this was worse. This was a full on slow public exposure, how many teens were looking at her knickers? Just a few days ago the thought of quickly flashing her normal boring age appropriate underwear would have brought a rosy blush of shame but no this was intense.

... and then she ran out of rope.

In the distraction of dozens of teens looking at her panties and laughing at her she reached the top. A wave of accomplishment and excitement suddenly nulled some of the embarrassment. She had done it! She had faced her fears and reached the top. However then she made the rookie mistake of looking down. Fear, the third emotion she had felt the last few seconds suddenly had it’s moment in the spotlight and performed a show stopper.

Jessica froze, she could think of nothing but the height. She struggled to breath, she couldn't think, couldn't act, couldn't move. How could this get any worse? She thought. As it turns out you shouldn't tempt fate by even thinking that ill fated saying. as if it had seen the young girl’s vulnerability, the wind suddenly awoke and blew with a vengeance.

The climbing frame was the highest point in the park, you could see it from all around. On top of the frame clung a girl in a lovely short summer dress. If this wasn't enough to attract a large number of onlookers, what most stood out about this scene was the way the wind was blowing the dress up and outwards like a flag. With nothing to block the naughty wind Jess was exposed to her belly button. She was showing her pale stomach, the whole of her knickers not an inch covered and her lovely skinny legs. What a lovely sight it was as well, the skimpy little undergarments left little to the imagination. Jess looked down and around all eyes seemed to be on her. Fingers were pointing, laughter could be heard above the breeze. Boys stared open mouthed, lust in their eyes. Camera phones were clicking, videos were being recorded by boys and girls alike.

It a few minutes to get herself together enough to start her decent. It didn't matter how much she flashed now on the way down, everyone had already seen. Most had had a front row seat to the showing of her private garments. fear suddenly flooded her thoughts, how many people would share the photos and videos. Although she looked a lot different today what would happen if people recognised her!

She landed on the floor legs shaky. Could anything be worse that what had just happened to her. She looked over to her tormentors and suddenly realised; yes much worse things could happen...

“Well that was quite the show” Laughed Amy joining Jess. “Didn't know you were scared of hights” her grin was back as she looked Jess up and down loving the blush this brought and the superiority she had over the older girl. The other girls joined them laughing in amusement and comparing pictures.

Jess was led out of this public park and to her shame many of the patrons watched her go laughing or whispering about her. Did they think she was some sort of flasher? That she wanted all the boys to see her knickers? Red faced Jess was led away to a more secluded part of the park. She had barely got over what had just happened but already they seemed to have a plan for her.

Oh no, please no. Jess thought as they were leading her somewhere out of the public eye. Did they mean they were going to do something to her that adults would probably stop if they say? They went down a small hill and suddenly reached an old area of the park in the shade of the trees with a few old swings and slides. To Jess’s horror a large group of teens and tweens were hanging around with no adults in sight...