This is a story. It never happened and never will. The General Disclaimer is incorporated herein by reference.

Principal Winters turned to the fourth girl in the row of six chairs, a pale, frail doll with long lovely pearl-white hair. She had been crying (softly or loudly) the whole time, so her cheeks were wet and even her cute Brownie skirt had dark spots from the miserable girl's tears. He didn't bother to order her to count out her tokens or get up on the table. "You two," he called to the two biggest boys on the east row, "get Hannah ready. Unless she gets up there herself this time." He counted out a few seconds, but she didn't move. "Didn't think so. That's three extra swats from everyone, same as last time, Hannah."

The two boys stood and approached the six seated girls. Sara glared at them both from the end seat as they passed her. She remembered one was Spruce, but hadn't caught the name of the 'detention crew' leader from monday. They grabbed Hannah's arms and together lifted her from her chair by brute force. They carried her to the table with the frame, smugly treating it as an honor to be given the job.

"Awww please pleeeease don't puhhleeeease donnnnnn't!! Please dohhhhhn!!" Hannah wailed, while squirming desperately in their grip. Her Brownie beanie got knocked off on the way to the table during the struggle.

The boys held the wailing first-grade girl between them and quickly stripped her naked, even her shoes and socks, so she had nothing left at all. They pulled her up onto the table, then took turns, each boy holding an arm high while the other tied her wrist to the frame, then each helping control her kicking leg as the other tied an ankle to the base of the Spanking Frame. They pulled her wrist cords tight enough to lift Hannah up on tip-toe, then pulled her ankles wider, until her toes could barely touch the table. They made sure to get the thin cords painfully tight on her slender wrists and ankles, making her squeal and whimper as they yanked each of the cords.

Hannah hung from her wrists, spread naked in front of the whole school, and bawled, before her spanking even started. "AAaww awwww, AAuww aaauuuwww, AAAUUuww!!"

Spruce picked up her beanie from the floor where it had landed during the struggle. "Want this back?" he teased her, holding her beanie in front of her. When she nodded weakly, he tossed it off the stage, all the way out to the third graders, and told her "Go get it!" A boy in the audience caught it and held it high as a trophy. She couldn't move, let alone leave the stage, so she knew she would have to get it back from him later, somehow.

The boys picked up the box and counted her tokens between them, announcing the total in unison, "Twenty-three!" The principal waved them back to their seats.

With her already naked and tied, instead of beforehand like the previous girls, the principal held up a microphone for her and told her what to say. Numerous loudspeakers around the room ensured that everyone heard Hannah's despairing sobs perfectly as she repeated what he demanded. "My name is Hannahhhh. I'm sehhbben years ollld. I'm in firrrst graaaade. I was naughty. I kept screaming in the lunch line. Now I'm going to be- to be spanked by eeeeehht different- ohh pleeease don't, Mister Winters, pllleeease! They made me!! Uhh, eight good citizens- hhUUHhhww!"

One of those so-called good citizens, Kyle Winer from her class, had been the reason she'd kept screaming in the lunch line, in fact. When her class went to lunch and got in line in the hallway outside the lunchroom (being the gymnasium and assembly room, also), Kyle and another boy in her class, Brady, had surrounded Hannah and held her arms pinned, bent upward behind her back. Other boys watched the teachers in the hallway. As soon as the last teacher had turned away, they gave the signal, and the two boys holding her had turned her around, facing the wall, and yanked her dress up and her panties down. They kept holding her as every other boy in her class ran up, whipped her with a belt or a ruler, and ran back to his place in line. Within seconds, Hannah had been spanked dozens of times while held helpless, naked from her shoulders to her ankles, in the school hallway. Of course she had screamed. That's why they did it, after all. Kyle and Brady had continued to whip her as she kept screaming.

The art teacher had heard the commotion and come out into the hallway, but the boys had quickly turned Hannah around and dropped her dress back down so she looked normal. They'd kept her arms pinned, and whispered that she better not say anything. The teacher told her firmly "Stop screaming in the lunch line!" She kept crying and whimpering, her panties in plain sight around her ankles, but she hadn't dared tell him the boys were hurting her. He'd returned to his classroom without caring whether she had a reason to scream.

As soon as all the teachers were gone again, Kyle and Brady had forced her around facing the wall, yanked her dress up past her face and down along her arms, to her elbows, and held her while other boys resumed running up and whipping her as she screamed and bawled. The art teacher had come out again and repeated his demand, "I told you to stop screaming in the lunch line." Hannah stood facing him again, but with two boys pressed close on either side of her, her dress around her arms behind her back, her panties at her ankles, and bawling too hard to say anything to him. Obviously he could see she was practically naked, and clearly terrified. "This is your last warning," he'd threatened. "If you keep screaming, you'll be in the hallway for a long long time, in detention, and then you'll get something to scream about."

When he'd gone, the boys forced her away from the wall, out to the middle of the hallway, and held her arms bent painfully upward as a dozen other boys rapidly whipped her sore bare bottom, making her shriek and scream and wail loudly. To no one's surprise, the art teacher took her from there straight to the principal's office, where she'd been spanked two dozen times by both the art teacher and the principal. Afterward, she'd spent over two hours in hallway detention, missing lunch - and missing her dress and panties.

That friday, two days later, Hannah found herself stretched naked, tied to the Spanking Frame on the stage at the all-school assembly again, for at least the seventh time that school year, with the whole school there to watch her get the 'extra punishment' the art teacher (among many others) wanted to watch her get.

Hannah's little sister, Dolly, also wearing a Brownie uniform since she was a Brownie in the same troop, and with lovely pearl-white hair and skin like Hannah's, had the best seat in the house, since kindergarten classes got the front three rows, and girls got the center aisle seats. But Dolly would have rather been anywhere else. She watched, horrified and terrified, wishing she could stop what was happening to Hannah. She'd been forced to watch several times before, as long lines of 'good citizens' each time got to spank and spank and spank and spank and spank Hannah. The little sister always cried out from sympathy pain with every swat. She'd never been up on a stage herself, tied naked with her arms and legs out wide in front of a cheering audience, and spanked for their entertainment. She never imagined she ever would be. Watching and hearing it happen to Hannah was all the torment the angelic little five-year-old could imagine.

Curt pulled the microphone back to himself. "Twenty-three is only second place this week, not first," the principal casually explained to the room, "so she'll only get two extra swats from each of them. Plus, of course, three extra from each of them for her lack of cooperation. Now she's going to get the sixty-three swats she deserves!" He put the microphone up to her again and spoke so only Hannah could hear him. "Tell them what you're going to get, Hannah. Or I'll add even more."

"Uhh Hhuuaaww! Aaawwww!" she sobbed, but finally said, "I'm going to get sixty-three ssswaaats. Huuwww!" The principal prompted her again, and the bawling girl wailed "That I deserrve. I'm going to get what I deserrrrve."

"That isn't even half of what she deserves," a teacher in the back said quietly to another teacher, "and I don't mean more swats, either." A few boys in the sixth-grade class overheard and snickered.

The other teacher nodded his agreement. "Right. Lavender from dawn to midnight would be a good way to start. Man, would I love to see that!" The first teacher nodded back with a grin.

A line of eight boys formed beside her, every one of the Good Citizens who had spent any of his tokens to spank her. Even the two kindergarten boys who had divided theirs among all six girls, and only put one token in for Hannah, would get at least six swats on her. She'd been on the stage so many times before, that every boy in the school wanted to be one of the ones spanking her, and would choose her given the chance. Unless there was an even better choice that week, as Hawthorne and five others had decided.

It soon became apparent why the boys had so eagerly tossed so many tokens into Hannah's box. Every brutal swat made her jerk like a little marionette in the cords as the frail helpless girl reacted to the pain. Even better, she reacted vocally, screaming and shrieking wildly. Her piercing screams grew quieter but higher and higher pitched by the second as the eight eager boys took their turns, until she shrieked like a shrill little toy whistle with each sharp stinging swat on her soft tender buns. "Aeeeeiiieeee! eeeeeiieee!! eeeeieeeee!! iiiieEEee! ieieeeEEEeee!! aaaiEiie! ieeeieeiiee! iiiieee! iieeee! eeeeeeeeeeeee!!! "

Before the boys were even half done, Hannah's quiet shrill wails had blended into an unceasing wordless screech of pure torment and despair. If not for the microphone and the necessary amplification of the speakers, her screams would have been overwhelmed by cheering from boys in the crowd. The fact that everyone had a perfect view of every little detail of the naked girl's pale slender body as she frantically squirmed and kicked elicited half the cheers.

When the eight Good Citizens finally finished with her, they returned to their seats, but the principal kept her there for a couple more minutes for everyone who enjoyed watching her weakly strain her arms and legs against the tight cords, sobbing miserably. Eventually, he waved Spruce and the other boy up to remove the cords from her and take her back to her seat between Molly and little Nicole. She kept sobbing quietly as the assembly continued.

Principal Winters stood in front of Sara. "Your turn. Stand up. Count out the tokens you got. Get up on the table. Get in the frame just the way you saw the others. This is your only chance to do what you're told, or you'll get three more swats from each good citizen as extra punishment."

Sara sat beside the five naked or nearly-naked younger girls, and looked at the box of tokens in front of her. She could do the arithmetic: fourteen boys times six tokens each, minus four, and four, and six, and ten. Hannah only had 23 of the tokens, and she'd seen what she got. Sara gulped. She stood.

"I don't have to count. I have thirty-seven." She held up the box to show them in case anyone disputed the amount. "But it isn't fair!!!" she protested. "Spanking should depend on what someone does, not on how much anyone wants to spank them!!"

It seemed that the principal and the Good Citizens disagreed completely, as they made it impossible for her to do anything, then spanked her as much as they wanted to.