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BR&T date: Tuesday, 13 February 1996

Sara Carson sulked into her fourth-grade classroom on her second day of school at her new school, Bunnytail Elementary. The previous day had been the worst day of school she had ever had in her life. When she got home and started to tell her mother about the horrible way she had been treated, she found that the principal had already called and said she had been sent to his office for 'uncooperative behavior' (that is, not doing what she was told to do). Her mother sent her straight to her room without listening to a word she said. The next morning, her parents sent her back to school with the warning that they better not hear about her being sent to the principal's office again. Dire consequences were left unstated, but understood. She had always been a good girl at her previous school, and they expected and demanded nothing less from her at Bunnytail.

She tried to ignore the sly smirking looks that some of the boys gave her as she slipped by them to sit at her desk. Obviously they remembered some of yesterday's events as well as she did.

All of the girls except Sara rushed into the classroom to make sure they weren't last to sit. The teacher waited until all the students had taken their seats. He glared at the boy who kept Sara from being last, but said nothing to him. Finally, he looked around the classroom, and began the day's work with the command, "Alright, everyone hold out your homework as Robert collects it." Every student except one held up a couple of sheets of paper as one boy began going up and down the rows of desks to get them.

"Hey Mister Taylor!" another boy grinned, and pointed at Sara when he had the teacher's attention.

The teacher quickly moved beside her. "Sara Jessica! Where is your homework?" he demanded.

Bewildered and afraid, Sara asked "What homework, Mister Taylor?"

"The homework I assigned yesterday morning," he said.

"I didn't do any homework, Mister Taylor. I didn't know about it."

The teacher turned to address the boy taking papers from the final row of students. "Robert, when you're done collecting the homework, get eight spanking blocks from the box, and set them up on Sara's desk, a stack of two on each side."

"Alright!! Yayy! Cool!" several of the boys cheered at once.

The teacher ignored them. "Sara Jessica, you're new here, so today you're going to learn what you get when you don't do your homework. Take off your shoes and socks."

"Why, Mr. Taylor?" Sara sat there confused, looking up at him.

Robert quickly returned with an armload of eight wooden blocks, each one a handful by itself. Grinning at her as he worked, he set up four short stacks of blocks on the top of her desk, a pile of two at the edge of each side.

"Because you have to kick these blocks off your desk barefoot," the teacher explained impatiently. "And because you were told to. Are you going to do what you're told to do, or would you rather get sent to the principal's office again? What I do about late or missing homework is up to me, but students not doing what they're told get sent to him, as you should already know, Sara Jessica."

"But- but- I didn't hear about any homework!" Sara protested.

"I don't want to hear your excuses. Everyone else turned in their homework, right class?" All the other students nodded or called out in agreement.

Any punishment at all was unfair, she thought, but kicking wooden blocks off her desk was merely weird, even if she had to do it barefoot. If she got sent back to the principal's office, her parents would surely find out, and they would be very disappointed in her. Their disappointment always had terrible consequences.

She tried not to think what the principal would do first. Getting spanked on her first day of school, in front of five boys, while she was almost naked, as punishment for something no one would have even noticed at her previous school, had been terrible enough that she didn't want it to happen again. Later the same day, she'd had to shower while seven second-grade boys watched her, then dry off with every boy in their class staring at her from just a few feet away. She didn't want a repeat of that humilation, either, arguably worse than going to the principal, since it involved even more boys seeing her naked. Just kicking some blocks wouldn't be nearly as embarrassing as yesterday, even if she didn't deserve it.

Resentfully, as most of the other students watched her, Sara leaned over and untied the pink heart shoelaces on her sneakers. She pushed her shoes off one at a time, then slid her pink socks down past her heels and tugged them off as well, tucking them neatly into the shoes.

"You're going to stand on top of your desk to kick off the blocks," the teacher continued his explanation. "You're going to get spanked once, then you're going to kick one block off your desk, then get spanked again, and kick off another one, and so on, until they're all gone. If you knock off more than one at a time, all the blocks on that side get put back. Now stand up."

"But...!" Sara protested again, weakly. So that's why he called them 'spanking blocks' when he told the boy to get them. "I'll do the homework!" she pleaded. "I didn't know about it!"

"Too late," he said, "and I'll remind you I told you to stand up. That's the last reminder you'll get, about anything else." As soon as she stood, he continued, "Now your dress, Sara Jessica. Take it off."

That was too much for her. "But I was in the principal's office and nobody told me about any homework!!" Sara wailed.

The teacher didn't answer her directly, just calmly said "Robert, go get another block." Then to Sara he said, "Every block added is another swat added." Her classmate eagerly ran for another block.

Fearing (correctly) that he would keep adding more and more blocks until she obeyed, Sara hunched down and slid her dress up, past her face, and along her arms, then held it to her, keeping her chest covered as much as she could. Now everyone could see the light pink panties she'd worn that matched her socks... except that she didn't have her socks on anymore, only her panties.

He waited until Robert had added another block to one of the stacks. "Now take off your panties."

She only stared, cowering beside her desk. Surely he couldn't make her take off her panties right there in her classroom. Surely?? She'd be completely naked, without even her socks and shoes! "Ohh, please," she cried, "don't make me do that! You caaaaan't!" She hugged her dress tightly to her.

"Robert, go get another block, and put it on any stack you want," he commanded, while yanking Sara's dress out of her hands and holding it out behind him. A boy stood and took it from him and passed it back to a boy even farther from her, all without any words exchanged.

Sara tried to hide her titties with her hands, abandoning any attempt to cover her panties. Her classmate returned carrying three more blocks, and put one on the tallest stack. With a grin, he stepped back, showing her he had an extra block in each hand, to save him the trouble of running to get them if the teacher asked for more. Those were two more swats, just waiting, she knew. "Ohhhh, this isn't faaaaaair!" Sara wailed, but she began to slide her panties down her legs, and past her knees, keeping her legs tightly together as she went.

"That's better," the teacher nodded. Boys in all directions called out sarcastic encouragement for her to hurry, or honest disappointment that she was obeying so soon.

"Stand up on your desk," the teacher ordered, as soon as Sara's panties dropped to the floor. "Right up on top. Don't worry, it's strong enough." Without granting her a moment to hesitate, he added, "You'll go to the principal's office just the way you are, if you don't do what you're told."

Cowering, but with nowhere to cower to, Sara stepped up onto her seat, then climbed up on top of her desk, finding it as sturdy as the teacher had said. She kept a hand over her pussy, and her other arm over her titties as best she could, trying not to see all the grinning boys' faces turned her way.

"Stand up straight," he insisted sternly, and waited briefly while she obeyed. "Now get your hands on top of your head."

"This isn't faaaair!" she whined, keeping her hands in place.

"Robert, add another spanking block." The boy rushed to put it in place as Sara rushed to get her hands on her head. "Too late, you had your chance. Keep your hands on your head or I'll work Robert to death adding more blocks."

"That's alright, I don't mind!" Robert joked.

"Turn to face the front of the classroom," her teacher demanded next. "Stand with your feet at the edges of your desk top. No, not like that! Out to the sides, left and right. All the way out to the very edges. Rob- yes, Sara Jessica, just like that. Now, tell everyone in the room your full name, like an introduction. I assume you know how by now. Then say what time it is, and say that you're being punished for not doing your homework. Make sure everyone can hear you."

Sara stood on her desk, blushing crimson from shame, stark naked with her hands on her head. Everyone in her classroom could see her, and every boy in front of her stared. She could tell what they stared at the most. With her legs apart, her feet at the edges of her desk, she couldn't do anything about it. She wasn't pleased by how unusually wide her school desk was, either.

"Um-" she began, and hesitated. It seemed silly to make her say the time, but she had worse things to worry about, so she looked at the clock on the wall at the front of the room, its large face surrounded by nearly a hundred decorative dots of various colors. At least it gave her something to look at that wasn't someone leering at her. "I'm-" she started over, then she remembered how the principal had demanded she introduce herself the day before. Figuring that was how her teacher wanted it also, she stammered, "M- my name is Sara Jessica Carson. I'm ten years old. I'm in fourth grade." Like everyone watching her didn't know all of that already. "It's eight thirty-six," she continued. "I'm being punished for not doing my homework." She hung her head, ashamed, but not about the homework. "That no one told me about!" she dared to add angrily, trying to recover a little of her dignity, and to keep from crying in front of everyone.

Robert eagerly offered another block, but the teacher shook his head.

In her shame, she'd completely forgotten about the spanking part of it.

WHACCK! "Yyyaaaauuwwww!" she screamed. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the teacher holding a narrow plastic rod. Some boy must have brought it to him while she was undressing. A swat from it hurt her tender bare bottom worse than the stick the principal had used on her the day before.

"Now turn to the right," he ordered, while moving up beside the boy seated ahead of her. "You forgot to kick off one block, so you lost your chance. No, don't turn back. Face to the right. Get your feet out to the sides of the desk top the same way again, every time."

Miserably, Sara obeyed. Now all the boys to the right of her desk stared at her as she opened her legs for them. The boys in the back of the classroom grinned at her in eager anticipation of the next turn. She knew the boys behind her had a perfect view of what he was about to do to her.

WHACCK! "AAaauuuuwww!" she screamed. Remembering the blocks, she got her balance on one foot, keeping her hands on her head, and pushed clumsily at the top block of the stack of three. To her dismay, they all fell off the desk together.

"Nice try, but that was too many. Put them all back on, Joseph. Turn to your right again, Sara Jessica." Only a second later, he called "Robert, add another block!"

"I'm doing it, I'm doing it!" she wailed as she turned, getting only loud laughter as a reward as she spread her legs apart again. Robert eagerly added another block to the stack before her. Her teacher moved to the next aisle, beside the same boy.

WHAAACCK! "AAAIiiieeeeeeeee!" she shrieked. She couldn't help herself any longer, and began crying. As effective as it was, that plastic rod may as well have been specifically designed for the purpose of making naked elementary-school girls wail and scream. Specifically chosen for that purpose, without a doubt. Despite the terrible pain, she managed to knock the top block off the stack.

"You're learning. You're down to eleven blocks left. Now turn to the right."

She hurried to obey, then spread her legs wide while facing every boy on that side of the classroom. Morning sunlight from the windows illuminated her nakedness perfectly. She almost dared to cover herself rather than endure the shame, but for the threat of the principal's office and her parent's anger. WHACK!! he swatted her hard from beside the boy seated behind her. "AAuuuuwwiieeee! Aaaauuuww!" Sara sobbed. She kicked at the next stack of blocks.

"Aww, too bad! That was all of them," the teacher teased. "Turn to the right while Danny sets them up again."

"Ohhhh, please stop, stop! Mr. Taylor, pleeeaaase!!"

The teacher smiled. "Add another, Robert. If I have to send you to the principal's office, he'll ask me how many times I was going to spank you, and then he'll double it, and give you some more just for being sent to his office. Do you want that, Sara Jessica? No? Then you know what you have to do until all the blocks are off your desk."

Sara sobbed and turned, spread her legs wide, and stood trembling, terrified of getting even one more swat from that cruel rod. Tears began to drip from her chin. She looked back up at the clock. Only a minute had passed, she'd been swatted four times, and to show for it, she had more spanking blocks than she'd started with. On top of that, every boy in her class stared at her, smirking, thrilled to watch her get it.

In the principal's office yesterday there had only been five boys watching her get spanked. In the girls shower room, the fifteen boys in the gym had only watched her naked as she dried off, they hadn't seen her put through this torment. 'Nothing could possibly be worse than this,' she thought, sobbing and dreading the next swat, 'except this and then getting sent to the principal for even more, and having him call my parents.'

"YAAAaawwwww!" Sara screamed. "Aaawwh awwwhh awwwhh" she cried, kicked, and turned, over and over. Every full turn, she looked up at the clock, sobbing and whimpering miserably, to see how long it had been. "Auuwh- YYAAUWWH!"