Free Bad Penny by Penny Birch

inexperienced, but I knew enough from Kate to know that one of the best ways to seduce a man was to get into a dirty conversation. It was turning me on, too. The idea of girls showing their panties really appealed to me, although in my fantasies mine were always put on show to humiliate me or shown off because I’d torn my skirt or something. Another thing about panties is that they represent a girl’s last barrier to a cock or a smacking hand, and I’d always found the idea of having my knickers pulled down particularly exciting.
    â€˜White are best,’ he said, ‘and quite big, and tight . . .’
    â€˜What about pretty colours, like pale blue or pink?’ I asked.
    â€˜They’re nice,’ he answered. ‘Anything, as long as it doesn’t look deliberately tarty. My favourite picture shows a girl bending over a gate, and this farmer’s lifted her skirt to show her knickers to his friends, but she hasn’t realised. It’s only a cartoon, but it’s so sexy. Her knickers are pink and really tight, and her bottom looks so firm and full . . .’
    â€˜Mine are pink,’ I said. ‘Would you like to see me like that?’
    He nodded and swallowed hard. I was really turned on, imagining the girl he’d described and thinking how humiliating it would be to be caught like that, and then when I protested they’d just laugh at me, take my precious panties down and give me a good spanking to teach me a lesson. Maybe it was because I’d seen him really broken down, or maybe because I was so turned on, but I felt I could ask.
    â€˜Go on, then,’ I urged.
    â€˜What?’ he queried.
    â€˜Make me show my panties,’ I told him.
    â€˜Here?’ he demanded.
    â€˜We’ll hear anyone coming,’ I pointed out. ‘but let’s go in by the canteen, just in case.’
    I took his hand and pulled him after me, feeling thoroughly mischievous. The area we went to was a square enclave and mainly blocked from view by a pillar. It was for students to get snack lunches but the little canteen was shut, leaving us a quiet space illuminated only by the street lights outside.
    I felt great. Downstairs they were still ranting away about the evils of pornography and sex in general. I was upstairs and about to show my panties to a handsome young man. It was all so deliciously rude, and I was giggling as we made for the bit with the best light.
    â€˜What’s your name, by the way?’ he asked, sitting down by the wall.
    â€˜Penny,’ I replied. ‘Penny Birch, and yours?’
    â€˜Alexander Shaw,’ he told me.
    â€˜Well, Alexander,’ I replied, deliberately imitating Rachel’s voice. ‘Now that we’ve been formally introduced, I suppose it’s acceptable to flirt with you.’
    He may not have realised who I was imitating, but he laughed anyway.
    â€˜It is quite unsuitable,’ I said pompously, continuing the game, ‘for a woman to dress in a fashion that either highlights her figure or risks being sexually provocative. Above all, she should never show her underwear. This position, for instance, is quite indecorous.’
    I turned and pulled up my dress, showing my legs and then the seat of my panties. As I looked back over my shoulder, I found him transfixed, his eyes glued to my bottom and legs. He looked really excited, and it was because of me. It felt really good, bending over to show my panties, an act which Rachel would have found unspeakably rude.
    â€˜That’s nice,’ he breathed.
    â€˜Especially offensive to propriety,’ I continued, sticking my bottom out, ‘is any display that in any way suggests that the woman is sexually available.’
    I wiggled my bottom, watching him. His hand was near his crotch, but not actually on it. I stayed in position, bent forward so that my skirt rested in the small of my back. My bottom was stuck right out, my panties