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

BR&T date: Monday, 12 February 1996

A swarm of first-graders gradually gathered in the drama classroom, and finally sat in their places. "Why are all you boys wearing your coats?" a girl asked one of the boys. As cold as it was in the classroom that day, she wished she had her coat, too.

"We were told to get them for drama class," he answered. "Weren't you girls told the same thing?" Obviously not, since the girls were dressed the same as they always were for their regular classes. It never occurred to him to offer his coat to her.

Just then the drama teacher, Mr. Cerloki, entered the room, a commanding and very intimidating figure despite the little girl's fluffy pink coat and matching hat, and three pairs of pink snow boots he held. "Sit still and shut up and listen!" he demanded, dropping the boots and coat by the door. The class finally quieted.

"You're going to learn and perform a new play today," he explained. "Every class in school is going to learn it this week, and will practice it out there." He gestured at the door to the gymnasium, where a large stage filled one end of the room, in sight of the lunchroom or the current gym class, depending on the time of day. "The class I choose will perform the play on program night, in front of all your parents and anyone from the community who wants to attend."

The first-graders sat nervously fidgeting, or sat forward with interest, in about equal numbers of each, depending on their past experiences in drama class.

"I adapted the play myself, from a storybook," the teacher stated. "There are eight separate scenes, all of them going on at the same time, in a row across the stage, with different actors. In each of the first seven scenes, there are two girls talking and one boy as a tree watching them. In the last scene, at the right end of the stage as seen by the audience, there's one girl and the rest of the boys in the class."

The girls grew even more nervous. The boys grew even more interested.

"Anyway, that's the normal form of the play, with fifteen girls on stage. However, we'll have to make a small change, because two girls in this class aren't here anymore. Do you remember Jordan Thompson from last fall? Her mother sold Jordan and her sister Gianna for twenty bucks apiece because they weren't doing what they were told and I believe I told you to sit still!" he yelled to the fidgeting girls. "That's what I heard, anyway."

The girls straightened up with their hands in their laps and sat as still as any terrified first-grade girl could.

"The other girl also went missing last fall, when she was supposed to go to her sister's First Communion ceremony, but neither one of them was a good girl who did what she was told. About like you, Hannah, and you, Sasha, but Caitlin hasn't been seen here in school since. If you don't want that to happen to you, Emily," he looked at a girl in the back row, "then do what you're told and sit still."

Kyle and Brady quickly poked her sides with rulers they carried, but the teacher had already looked away, so she didn't get in trouble.

"As I was saying, we'll have to combine the first two scenes into one. Get out on the stage now, and I'll decide which scene you start in." The boys rushed out the door, the girls reluctantly followed, and they all climbed the two steps up onto the stage, and waited for further instructions. The teacher divided the students up into six groups of two girls and one boy, and put Hannah in the last scene with the other nine boys.

He then had the girls take off some of their clothing. Some of them more than others. Some of them much more than others. "Since Hannah refuses to do as she's told, you boys will have to undress her," he stated. The nine boys in the scene eagerly set to work at the task, soon leaving the frail angel-haired doll standing stark naked on the stage, crying quietly in high-pitched squeals, and trying to cover herself with only two hands everywhere her long lovely hair didn't cover. The teacher took the clothing the girls had taken off and heaped it in a pile at the end of the stage. "You'll get these back at the end of class," he assured them, "except for Hannah, who will get hers in the principal's office when I take her there after class." He paused until the cheering (boys) quieted down.

He moved to stand before the first scene. One of the girls had put on the fluffy pink coat and hat and the snow boots he'd handed her on the way out of the classroom, the other girl just a pair of the pink snow boots. "Pay attention, class!" he called. "You'll all be in every scene, so you have to know what happens in every scene, so listen up! In this scene, on the left end of the stage, a very nice girl has decided to go for a walk through the woods for fun. That's you right now, Terra. The nice girl meets another girl walking the other way who has no hat, and coat, since I had to combine two scenes. The second girl says what a nice hat and coat the first girl has, and says she wishes she had a nice hat and coat like that. Go ahead, Kayla."

An exceptionally beautiful redheaded girl turned to her classmate. "Um, you have a nice coat. And hat. Um, I wish I did."

"Good enough for now, but you'll have to learn the lines exactly, all of you, for every scene, to perform the play correctly. The first girl, that's Terra, being a nice girl, takes off her hat and coat and gives them to the other girl, who puts them on. Go ahead."

"What do I do?" the boy standing there asked.

"Every boy in the first six scenes is a tree. There will be props for you to stand behind but your face and arms will show. You just stand there and shut up and watch what the girls do. That's all. That ought to be easy." The boy stepped back and acted like a tree as he watched Terra remove her hat and coat and give them to Kayla.

"Now the scene is over. The girl who got the hat and coat walks off the scene to the left, turns around, and enters from the left to begin the same scene again with herself as the nice girl giving up her hat and coat. The first girl who gave up her hat and coat leaves the scene to the right, into scene two from the left. The boy in the tree leaves to the right to be the tree in the next scene over. Every other boy in a tree shifts one scene to the right to be the tree in the next scene over, watching the girls but saying nothing. Stay there for now, until I've explained every scene, but remember where you're supposed to move when we start doing it for real."

He stepped to the right, to the next scene. "In this scene, a nice girl is walking through the woods without a hat and coat. Another girl enters from the right, and she has no boots. It's winter, so it's freezing cold and even snowy in places, that's why the girls want a hat, coat, and boots. That's also why the gym is opened up and unheated today, even though it's the middle of February. It'll help you kids imagine the action in the play.

"Anyway, the second girl says what a nice pair of boots the first girl has, and wishes she had a pair of boots like that, so the nice girl gives her what she wished for." He waited while Clara gave Megan a pair of pretty pink boots. "Now, the girl who put on the boots leaves to the left and enters scene one as the girl with no hat and coat, the nice girl moves to the next scene, and the boys in trees all shift over one scene, so each boy watches the same nice girl all the way across the stage. Everyone got it?"

He stepped to the right, to the next scene. "Here, the nice girl is walking through the woods with no hat, coat, or boots. She meets a girl with no shoes, who wishes she had shoes, so the nice girl gives her her shoes. The girl who got the shoes leaves to the left and enters scene two as the girl with no boots, and the nice girl moves to the next scene."

He stepped to the right. "In this scene, a nice girl is walking through the woods with no shoes. She meets another girl who has no socks, who says she wishes she had nice socks like that so she wouldn't have to be barefoot. The first girl, being nice, takes off her socks and gives them to the second girl, who puts them on. Go ahead, Alice." The boy acting like a tree smiled as he watched Alice sit on the stage floor, raise her knees up high, and remove her socks to give them to Sheila. Sheila sat with her knees raised and spread, and put on the socks. "Then the girl who got the socks leaves to the left and enters scene three as the girl with no shoes. The nice girl moves to the next scene barefoot."

He stepped to the right. "As you probably guessed, a nice girl is walking barefoot through the woods. She meets another girl who has no dress, only her panties. That's you, right now, Mindy. She says what a nice dress the first girl has, or blouse and skirt, if that's what the nice girl has, like Emily will when she gets to this scene. She says she wishes she had a nice dress like that. The first girl, being nice, remember, takes off her dress and gives it to the second girl, who puts it on. Go ahead, Sasha. Take off your dress and give it to Mindy. If you want to join Hannah in the principal's office after class, that can be arranged, but you still have to give Mindy the dress. That's better. Then the girl who got the dress leaves to the left and enters scene four as the barefoot girl, and the nice girl moves on to the next scene."

He stepped to the right, to the next scene, with a big smile for the two girls who had been standing there waiting and waiting and waiting while he explained all the previous scenes. "In this scene, a nice girl is walking through the woods in just her panties. Right, Brook? She meets another girl, that's you, Asia, who is completely naked, and crying. Act like you're crying, Asia. If you need help to play the part, I can start you out in Hannah's scene instead, where you'll get lots of help."

Asia, standing on the stage as naked as Hannah, and no doubt as cold as Hannah, didn't need any help to cry. Just the threat of getting 'help' to cry was enough. She stood hugging her arm around herself with one hand over her pussy, and pretending to cry even harder than she really was. "Then the nice girl asks her why she's crying. Go ahead, Brook."

"Why are you crying?" Brook asked, shivering on the stage beside her in just a thin pair of white panties.

"You tell her, and really act the part, Asia, put your feelings into it and really wail, 'I just got spaaaaanked!' Then tell her 'And I have to go baaack there,' bawling it out like you mean it, and point back the way you came in, toward the last scene, 'and get spanked on my bare bottom again unless someone else gives me her panties and goes there for the boys to spank her instead of me.' Then cry a little more, then plead with the nice girl, I mean really plead, 'Would you give me your panties so I won't have to get spanked again?' Go ahead, Asia. Let's see what a good little actress you are."

She did her best wailing, but it wasn't very convincing.

"That was sweet," he said sarcastically. "Nothing like you were supposed to do, but it's good enough for now. This first run-through is just so everyone gets the idea of what happens in each scene. I'm sure you'll do much better the next time, Asia." He turned to the girl in her panties. "The other girl, being nice, remember, takes off her panties. Don't dawdle, Brook. Get your panties down and off or the tree will help you." The boy acting like a tree snickered instead of keeping silent, but he definitely watched. "The second girl puts on the panties and goes that way as the girl with only her panties, while the really nice girl goes the other way without panties."

He stepped to the right again, to the final scene, where Hannah had been crying constantly as she waited, hugging her chest and keeping a hand over her pussy. The whole time, the boys around her had smirked and whispered about her, or to her, teasing her, threatening her, or telling other boys what they were going to do to her the next chance they got, making sure she heard them.

"This is the most important scene in the play," Mr. Cerloki called loudly so everyone on the stage heard him. "The climax, you might say. It's very important for everyone to get their lines perfect in this scene, so I'll be watching closely here and correcting any mistakes. Now, the nice girl comes into this scene from the left, having just given up her panties so the other girl wouldn't have to get spanked again. Get over here where you're going to enter the scene, Hannah."

Hannah left the boys and stood as far from them as the teacher allowed.

"She finds a group of boys gathered around a couple of tree stumps," he continued. "That's what those two cinder blocks represent. The cotton balls around them are supposed to be snow on the ground because it's winter and freezing cold, even colder than it really is in the gym right now. They'll be real tree stumps and maybe even real snow when a class performs this on program night, but for now just pretend. Oh, hold on! I forgot to turn on the 'wind machine' I borrowed for the practice sessions." He walked behind the stage to a large wire-cage fan and turned a knob to maximum. "On program night, we'll have a bigger one. Now you, the first boy in the line, as soon as you see the nice girl arrive, you say 'Who are you?' Say it like you're challenging her."

" Who are you??? " the boy growled angrily.

"That, kids, is what's called 'overacting' in the profession. Don't do that. Let's try it again. You ask her 'Who are you?' then the next boy asks 'How old are you?' and the next one, the one with the belt, asks her 'Are you here to be spanked on your bare bottom?' then you wait for her to answer. Go. But don't overact. You just want to get her name. You're not trying to scare her away!"

"Who are you?" the first boy asked. "How old are you?" another boy asked. "Are you here to be spanked on your bare bottom?" the boy holding a belt asked.

"That was good. Now you, Hannah, unless you're really eager to get extra punishment this week," he paused until the cheering died down, "you tell them your full name, and your age." He turned so the rest of the class could hear him clearly. "The rest of you girls use your real name and real age, don't say what Hannah says. Then say you're here to be spanked on your bare bottom."

Hannah fought to suppress her sobbing as she stumbled over her lines. "My name is Hannah Sadie Smith," she cried. "I'm seven years old. I'm here to be spanked on my bare bottom."

"Now the boy with the belt tells her to get over here, and stand on the tree stumps, with her arms up and wide apart, facing the back of the stage." The boy smirked and did so. "She comes over here, like she was told, and she stands where she was told." The drama teacher gripped Hannah's arm and pulled her to the cinder blocks and forced her to stand with one foot on each so her legs were apart. "She raises her arms, but apart, like she was told." He forced her arms up, and spread them.

The powerful fan in front of her blew Hannah's hair back in long pearl-white streamers as the chilly mid-winter air in the gym rushed over her pale naked skin. Sobbing and shaking, she held the position, even colder than ever. All the boys in the scene grinned and watched, hoping they guessed the next part. They were right.

"Then they all spank her one swat each. The snaps of the belt have to be heard at the other end of the room. Do it like you really mean it, really use that belt! That's your job as actors. It has to look real or the audience won't be entertained! Go ahead."

The first boy to swat her almost missed. Hannah whimpered, but stayed where she'd been told.

'First graders!' the teacher muttered to himself in irritation. "Here, give me that," he demanded. "I'll show you what you're supposed to do. You boys in the other scenes, come over here and watch. Can everybody see?" he asked the fifteen boys gathered closely all around Hannah. "Like this!" He gripped the buckle of the belt and the opposite end in his fist, showed the boys, pulled his arm back, and swung with all of his strength. The belt cracked sharply against the girl's sweet little ass, raked brutally across her quivering mounds, and sped away, off the other side.

"HHHhyyahww! AAUuhhwww!" Hannah shrieked shrilly, her body jerking and twisting as she struggled to stay on the cinder blocks. "Hhhayyyaawww! Hyaawww! Hu-Hyaaww! AAwwww! Huh-Aawww! Awww!" she bawled, keeping her arms raised high. "Yaaawwwww!! Huh-aaauuuuw!"

"See!?" he asked the boys, as Hannah stood sobbing miserably. "Now that looks real to the audience. I want to see more of the same from the rest of you actors."

"Can you show us again?" Brady asked with a grin.

"You'll learn quickest by doing it yourselves." He handed the belt back, to give the boy another chance at it. He stepped back and watched with approval as the boys enthusiastically followed his example. Hannah's pale cheeks blushed crimson under the belt's repeated strokes, particularly the mark from his hard swat. With the belt in the hands of first-grade boys, he wasn't sure the snaps could be heard at the end of the room, but he was sure Hannah's shrieks of anguish immediately afterward could be easily heard all the way down the hall in the principal's office, even if the principal wasn't currently monitoring the drama class channel. He was sure any guys in the audience, wherever they were, whenever they watched, would be quite entertained.

"Good, now turn her around and spank her once more by each of you, when she's facing the other direction. No, wait. For Hannah, let's make it twice more from each of you. And remember to use that belt! Make it look real!! Your audience is counting on you."

Four boys picked up the shivering naked girl, turned her around, and put her feet out wide on the cinder blocks, her legs spread wide as before. She raised her arms up by her head again. Now she faced the entire gymnasium. Now she could see everyone in the room who could see her tear-stained face and naked body, everyone in it who watched her getting every swat, most of them obviously enjoying the performance immensely. The boys repeated her spanking twice over, adding thirty more swats as hard as boys their age could give her. Hannah bawled through the rest of the spanking, but stood where and how she'd been told.

"Excellent, all of you! Alright, trees, get back to your places now," the drama teacher commanded. "You'll get lots more chances to practice this scene later." With the scene over and Hannah wailing, the boy with the belt moved to the leftmost scene to be a tree, and the boy in the nearest tree moved to the end of the line of spankers. Hannah moved to the next scene to play the part of the crying naked girl who had just been spanked. It wasn't a difficult role for her to play just then.

The class then began practicing the play, every scene going on at the same time, starting with Brook stepping very fearfully into the scene with all the boys. Keeping her tiny hands over her pussy and titties, she cowered in terror, timidly answering her cues. "My name is Brook Dee Prancelle. I'm six years old. I'm here to get spanked on my bare bottom."

In the next scene over, Hannah's acting was supremely realistic, as she desperately begged Sasha to give up her panties. So was Sasha's fearful reluctance to part with her panties, but at last a pale yellow pair of panties passed from one trembling little sweetie's hand to another. Sasha stood naked and shivering in the frigid unheated gymnasium, her hair waving in stray breezes from the fan, hugging herself across her chest with both arms while neglecting her pussy, and dreading her cue to move to the scene that she could see and hear only a few feet away. She flinched in imagined pain with every swat she saw Brook get, and gasped with every shriek. It certainly looked and sounded real to Sasha, and she knew she would be the next girl to find out how very real it felt.

The drama teacher moved quickly back and forth from one scene to the next to the next to watch and correct the actors, and especially the actresses, in their lines and actions. He spent the most time on the two rightmost scenes, ensuring that the girls who were to give up their panties did so, ensuring that the girls who were to be spanked next knew what the terrible alternative was, and ensuring that the spanking was done right every time, with every girl.

To the boys, he showed where to stand so as not to block the audience's view (and the cameras, which he didn't mention to them), and the order they were to pass the belt during the scene. He demonstrated the proper way to hold the belt and how to use it to get the best most realistic response. "You know you're doing a good job if you get the audience to cheer during the play, not just at the end," he explained to the boys, before giving one or two demonstration swats on each freezing naked girl standing on the cinder blocks. "And this is how you do it! Hold still, Emily. Never mind, then. Boys, hold Emily still, and watch closely."

Practice continued as every girl in the class took her turn playing each part in each scene, then repeating. He was happy to be proved right: Asia was much more convincing when pleading for panties immediately after being in the spanking scene without any. Both times, since every girl in the class finished the practice session by replaying her starting scene for a third time. Hannah included, of course.

At the end of class, the drama teacher strode off down the hallway toward the principal's office, with an assortment of girl's clothes over one arm and a lovely naked angel-haired doll shrieking desperately under the other.

"Who has my panties?" Brook sobbed, covering her pussy with one tiny hand and trying to soothe her twice-spanked behind with her other hand, which left nothing to hide the naked sweetie's cute little nipples. "They're plain white panties with nothing on them, but I want them baaaack!"

The eleven other girls remaining on the stage all checked their panties. "I guess I do," Megan cried. "Who has mine, with the little purple teddy bears?"

"Here they are," Emily sniffed nearby. It seemed that none of the girls had on anything they'd started with, not even the boots or coat. A dozen crying first-grade girls had to strip naked to sort out all their clothes. Fifteen smirking boys in their class watched, along with every smirking boy in the gym class. How many other guys watched the video live, or how many guys would enjoy it decades later, was anyone's guess.

"Would someone please shut off that fan!?" Alice pleaded. Two boys, having already turned the fan toward the main group of naked girls, guarded it, and none of the girls dared approach them.

"Why did we all get spaaanked?" Fiona wailed as she pulled a pair of plain yellow panties past a pair of pretty rainbow socks, neither of which she recognised. "We didn't do anything wrong! Did we?"

"Maybe we got spanked because of Hannah," Kayla suggested. "Those are mine," she added, pointing to Fiona's feet. "No, the socks, not the panties. My panties had ponies."

"Here," Alice cried, though reluctant to give up Kayla's pony panties before she found her own.

"They're my panties," Sasha declared, coming over to Fiona in a hurry so she wouldn't be completely naked while finding her dress back.

Standing naked on the stage, Terra handed a pair of panties to Sheila, took the panties Sasha had been waving around, and picked up the socks Megan had abandoned. She knew why all the girls in her class had been spanked, but she didn't tell them. If they didn't already know, they'd find out sooner or later anyway. She cried softly to herself what she and her little sister, Oceanna, had often cried loudly to a large audience: "We're sweet little fuckrags, and sweet little fuckrags get what they deserve." She looked around at the other girls in her first-grade class and wondered how many of them were already getting what they deserved, and from whom. She wondered how many more of those girls would be getting everything they deserved before the school year ended.