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BR&T date: Friday, 16 February 1996

Four boys stood and lined up by the table, ahead of cue. The principal smiled at them, then approached the girls, only needing a quick glance at the boxes. "Get up here, Kaitlyn," he prompted sternly.

Kaitlyn looked at the boys in the line by the table. There were the same two kindergarten boys as before, with one token each, plus two others who had spent a pair of tokens each especially for the chance to spank Kaitlyn. She cringed on seeing Ian in the line, the same boy who had just spanked Molly. He sat near them both in class, so naturally he'd picked her and Molly to spank. He was one of the worst bullies she knew, and she knew he would spank her hard, like he'd just done to Molly. At least none of the biggest boys had picked her this time. The other boy was from the opposite second grade class. The four boys whispered among themselves, then looked back at her, grinning. Ian moved to the end of the line, despite having the right to go sooner.

She timidly rose to her feet. She picked up her box, counted the tokens, and climbed up on the table, standing under the Spanking Frame, facing the whole school. The principal held up the microphone for her, prompting her statement to the school. "My name is Kaitlyn... my name is Kaitlyn Verre. I'm seven years old. I'm in second grade. I was naughty. I tried to leave gym class. Now I'm going to be spanked six times by four different Good Citizens."

It was so unfair, Kaitlyn protested in thought, but knew better than to say so aloud. All she had done was swing upside-down from the parallel bars and hang by her knees that way, letting her arms hang straight down like the gym teacher had told her. The boys in her class had caused the trouble after that, especially the one now last in line waiting to spank her, as she'd seen once the collar of her dress roughly jerked past her eyes. Any girl would have tried to leave gym class under those circumstances. Besides, she had already been spanked by the principal for it, just the way she was when she ran (if you didn't count the two cable ties he linked around her wrists behind her waist before spanking her), then she had to go stand on the posts in the hallway until lunch hour as detention. Punishing her for it again was just unfair! To top it all off, it was probably the gym teacher who had put her name in the list.

The first boy in line started giving her the usual orders, but Kaitlyn already knew what to do, having been there more than once already. Trying to keep from crying right away, she slid her skirt and panties down to her ankles in one motion, and stepped out of them to put her feet against the bottom of the frame. She tried to keep her pussy covered while working her blouse up, but had to give up as usual, needing both hands to lift it to her chin, then pull it and her vest off.

"Told ya so!" a boy from her class yelled, prompting laughter.

Delaying the inevitable would have only made a few seconds difference to her anyway, since the boy's next command had her putting her hands out on the boards so she stood with arms raised and held wide like her legs, as naked as Molly had been. She'd thought of wearing knee socks on fridays instead of the short lacy ankle socks she had, in case she ever got called to the stage again, but she always forgot.

Looking out at the audience, Kaitlyn couldn't keep back her tears any longer. She stood softly crying as she waited. Suddenly the waiting ended and the screaming began. The boy had snapped the rod toward her so fast she'd had no warning at all, and the speed he gave it made her shriek louder than she'd ever been before. She kept wailing as she waited for the next swat.

The boy kept Kaitlyn dreading for a long time, milking as much enjoyment as he could get from a single swat, surprised at his success. She stood gasping and sobbing, as if she already felt the pain of the swats she knew she would soon be getting. The principal didn't mind, and didn't rush him.

The boy let her cry awhile, then gave her the other swat when she wasn't expecting it, as hard as he could, then passed the rod to the next boy as fast as they could manage, like a relay race. The next boy let Kaitlyn have it before she could even gasp in a breath. While she was still howling from the third swat, the boys passed the rod, and the next boy smacked her and passed the rod to the fourth boy. He swung the rod hard and fast, then quickly spun in place to give his next swat all the force he could muster.

"AAAAAAUuuwww! HuAAAAUUuuuwwh!! UhHHAAWWww! AAUUUWWWWGH!! AhhAUUUWWHH!!" the girl shrieked as the blows landed in rapid succession, unable to draw breath between them to get a proper scream. After the five swats, the boys stayed in place. As did Kaitlyn. She stood there with arms raised, legs spread, bawling and choking, tears flooding down her cheeks as she waited for them to continue.

And she waited.

And she waited.

Little clusters of snickering started various places in the gym, finally blending together into a wave of chuckling. Kaitlyn finally realised she'd been standing there naked and bawling in front of the whole school far longer than she'd needed, as if she wanted to. Sobbing from shame, she returned to her seat in just her shoes and socks, and sat, almost burying her face in her hands until she thought better of it and raised her head just before the principal arrived.

He looked at the girl in the first chair and demanded, "Get up there."

The short beautiful girl with heavenly golden curls took her box of ten tokens to the table. Standing in the frame, she repeated the principal's prompting. The microphones in the frame sent her trembling voice to the room speakers so everyone heard her. "My name is Georgia Gimble. I'm six years old. I'm in first grade. I was naughty. I didn't put my bicycle in the bicycle rack when I got to school. Now I'm going to be spanked by four different good citizens. Because I got the third-most this time, they'll each spank me an extra time, making fourteen. Because it's at least ten times, I'm going to be tied up." When boys in her class cheered, she didn't take it as a compliment.

Georgia had arrived at school last of the pack, and found the main bicycle rack full. She considered taking her bike to the overflow bike rack on the field just outside the windows of the east 5th and 6th grade classrooms, but she'd heard terrifying rumors of what happened to any girls who went there. She had heard that any girl who found the main rack full and took her bike to the overflow rack got held bent over the rack, stripped, and spanked by boys who waited there just to do that. She had no reason to doubt it. After a long fearful moment of indecision, Georgia had dropped her bicycle beside the main bicycle rack instead, forgetting that her bicycle, like every other girl's bicycle at Bunnytail Elementary, had a license plate with her name, address, birthday, age, and grade on it. Her transgression had already cost her a painful trip to the principal's office, and now she was up on the stage for deserving extra punishment.

The Good Citizen from her class must have had a special place in his heart for her, or something, since he'd gone straight to her and excitedly thrown all six of his tokens into her box. As soon as she finished her confession, he leapt to his feet and ran up to the table. Georgia would have been terrified of him and what he was going to do, even without the whole school getting to watch him do it to her, even without permission to do it to her being a reward for his 'good' behavior so he had no reason at all to hold anything back. Georgia barely suppressed her urge to run, and only because she'd seen what happened to other girls who tried it.

She knew what she was required to do. She started by taking off her Brownie vest. ("Bunnytail Council" it said prominently, informing only those who didn't already know where she was from, the large "432" proclaimed her troop number to narrow it down further, and the few Try-It badges she'd earned showed how recently she'd joined, thus hinting at her age.) She dropped it on the table, but it slipped over the edge. She reluctantly slid her cute Brownie beanie off and tossed it where she guessed her vest had landed. Then she stood frozen. Any more, and she would be undressing in front of everyone at school.

The principal growled and raised the rod he held. The boy in her class tried to growl in imitation, without coming close, but frightening her just the same. "Get 'em all off," he growled again, raising his hand as if he held the rod.

Fearfully, Georgia took off her blouse and held it to her chest, then stood in the Spanking Frame, covering her titties, already crying quietly but steadily.

The principal stepped closer. "I remind you that you'll get much worse punishment if you don't do what you're told."

Turning her right side to the the audience, Georgia dropped her blouse, then pulled down her Brownie skirt and stepped out of it. Hunching down, she slid her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly slid the soft cotton all the way down her legs, to her ankles, and stepped out. She stayed down, almost naked, one arm timidly reaching out to drop her blouse, skirt, and panties over the edge of the table with her other clothes.

"Stand up!" the principal demanded angrily, gesturing with the rod again. "Facing the room!"

She remained cowering and uncooperative, naked except for her shoes and socks, until the rod struck her bare behind harder than any of the boys could have managed. "YYYAAaaaawwwwwiiiee!" Georgia shrieked and jumped up, turning to face out at the crowd, but she kept a hand covering her pussy and tried to hide her titties as best she could.

"Go ahead, Hawthorne," the principal waved, "get her in position, since she's being stubborn."

Her classmate smiled and climbed up on the table beside her. "If you give me any trouble," he whispered in her ear cheerfully, "you know what he'll do, and his won't count!" Reaching up, he pulled a loop of cord toward him from the frame, demanding "Get your arm out here, now." When she didn't move, he pulled her arm up himself, and slid the loop of cord over her hand. He yanked the loop tight around her wrist.

"Aaaahhw!" she whimpered, while quickly shifting her other hand down to cover her pussy. "Owwww! Not so tight! Hawthorne, please!!" The microphones and the speakers ensured everyone in the room heard every ounce of distress in her voice. Enough laughter resulted that she could hear that, too, from all the way up on the stage.

"If you don't want the next one that tight, you better raise your arm yourself," he warned, pulling the next loop of cord away from the frame and holding it out within her reach. He only gave her a couple of seconds, more than enough, but she didn't move. He grabbed her wrist and raised her arm high, slipped the loop over her hand, and yanked the cord several times to tighten it. "You had your chance," he snickered when she screamed and whimpered.

Georgia crouched down, keeping her knees together, as low as she could with her wrists tied to the upper frame, but she couldn't hide much, and couldn't turn very far to the side without standing even higher.

"Now I'm going to lift you so you can reach the frame right where the cord is tied to it. See there?" He picked the girl up by her waist and raised her. He may have been in first grade, but he was strong for his age, and besides, he'd been held back a grade already, and she was a light little girl, so he had no trouble holding her. "Now wrap the cord around the hook above where it's tied, then around the hook below it, then back around the hook above it," he instructed. "Then do the same on the other side. If you take too long, I'll just drop you and let Principal Winters have you. And his won't count."

Fearing the principal's involvement, she did as she'd been told. With her arms straight out, Georgia found she could do what he demanded, on both sides, taking up slack in the cords and leaving both sides hooked even higher than they had been. She didn't see the problem until he let go of her.

"Yaaa! YYyaaaahhh!! AAauuuuwww!! AAWWwwwwwh!!" she screamed as all of her weight pulled the cords tight on her wrists. "AAAYYYWWWHH! Ohhwww Hawthorrrrne! Oh please aaahhhwwww!! Ohhhwww oowwwiee!!" She hung by her wrists alone, her shoes far from the table, squirming and wailing in fear and pain. Her desperate screams and wails carried to the far corners of the room even without help from the speakers, but with their assistance, everyone heard her like they were right there beside her. "Awww Uhhh Aaawww! Uhh AAwwww! Uuhhh AAAUUUUWWWwww!!" she sobbed, hanging limply.

"Now get your shoes and socks off," Hawthorne commanded. "You're to be tied and spanked naked," he told her smugly. "Completely naked!"

Georgia pushed weakly at the heel of one of her shoes, without success. The shiny white surface on both toe and heel provided little traction, and the thick straps buckled across the top held the shoes on firmly. Even the frilly lace from her ankle socks interfered by getting in the way at times. Still sobbing, she protested, "Aaawwwwhh! I can't, I can't."

"Better try harder, or the principal will give you some help!" her classmate threatened.

Hanging by her wrists in excruciating pain, Georgia desperately tried again to push her shoes off, kicking futilely to get any purchase on the slick surface without any support. At last, by using the side of her shoe, she managed to loosen both of her shoes and nudge them off to drop to the table.

Hawthorne shoved her shoes away, off the table to land on her panties, and insisted, "Socks too." He moved to be able to watch her performance from the front, until voices from the audience urgently demanded that he get out of the way. The most insistent voice came from the principal, who was off to the side of the stage so his view wasn't blocked anyway.

Pushing her silky socks off without help also proved to be very difficult. Getting her toe, covered in one sock, hooked into the top of her other sock to push it down took try after try, failure after failure, as she hung there helpless and bawling, so the principal stepped up and swatted her a couple of times (and they didn't count!) to encourage her to hurry. At long last, Georgia had one sock off, and the other soon followed.

When she'd finished stripping herself completely naked in front of the whole school, Georgia felt Hawthorne pull her leg out to the side so he could put a cord on her ankle. He slipped it over her bare foot and yanked on it. Georgia whimpered and pleaded "No! Naaw! Ohhh please! Not so tiiight, Hawthorne!"

Someone in the middle of the audience yelled "Tiiighter, Hawthorne!!" Several others laughed, and a few cheered.

He smiled and waved. Watching her closely, he yanked it even tighter.

"AAUawww! Please, no, ohhhh please Hawthorne! Pleeease Hawthorrrrrne!!"

He pulled her other leg out wide and put a cord tightly on her other ankle, then wrapped the cords around more hooks to force her legs wider apart. Georgia's pussy lips slowly parted as her pussy opened up, and her little clitty popped out, showing to everyone in the school, though many of them might have wished for a closer view, at the least.

Georgia kept whimpering "Plleease Hawthorne, pleeeeease Hawthorne!!"

He laughed and leaned close to her, speaking quietly, but the microphones picked it up anyway. "Don't worry, Georgia! Everything I'm doing is to please Hawthorne!"

Now that she was completely helpless and spread naked, Georgia was ready to be spanked by Hawthorne and three other very deserving Good Citizens, in front of all of the witnesses she could see, at the least.

"AAAAUUuughhh!! YYAAUUUaawww!!" Georgia howled and shrieked as he landed one brutal swat after another on her tender bare bottom. Her involuntary squirming only made the cords on her wrists and ankles hurt worse than ever. "AAAHHHhhhhhww! HUHH HUUAAAAaaahhhhw! Huhh YYAAAaaawwwwhh!"

Hawthorne had a strong arm for a first-grader, and he knew how to use it, at least that way. Georgia kept howling even when he paused, so he paused often. When at last he finished with his seven brutal swats, he stepped back, pleased, and handed the rod to the next boy. He turned and got a cheery 'thumbs up' from a sixth-grade boy. The next three boys took their turns, slowly giving the gorgeous honey-haired girl seven more swats between them as she screamed and wailed.

The principal kept Georgia there, bawling for an extra minute, then had the boys untie her cords so she could go sit down. It took her another minute to weakly stumble back to her chair, sobbing all the way. She turned and sat very gingerly in her chair, arms by her side like Kaitlyn and Molly, but unlike them, she hadn't even any socks left.

Nicole, Molly, and Kaitlyn sat there, relieved that the worst was over for them, yet ashamed that the whole school could see them in just their socks and shoes (and a couple of beanies). Georgia, squirming from the terrible pain of her spanking, was still crying too hard to care that her part of the assembly was over.

Hannah sat there in her full Brownie uniform, yet cried more than the other girls in her Brownie troop beside her on the stage.

Sara looked at the huge pile of tokens in the box on the floor before her, and did some arithmetic.