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BR&T date: September 1953

I HATE riding on the school bus! I wish Mom would come and pick me up, or let me walk home, or let me get a ride with Jenny's mom. But every day I have to ride the bus to school and ride home on it too. I HATE it!!

It wasn't so bad last year, when the bus driver, Mr. Williams, let me sit anywhere I wanted. But this year Mr. Carter drives the bus. He gave everyone assigned seats. Now I HAVE to sit where he told me to or get my bare bottom spanked hard in front of everyone on the bus. He only did that to me twice, but he spanks someone else almost every day. He always spanks a girl, too, so I try to keep quiet so he won't notice me.

There are four mean boys who rode my bus last year and they still ride it this year. Last year, every day when Mr. Williams stopped at school to pick us up he always got out of the bus while we were getting on. The boys were always first in line. They wouldn't let any girls get on before them.

They and the other boys would take the first three rows of seats. We girls would have to walk past them to sit in the back of the bus. The boys in the front seats would block the way, then let one girl go through, then block the way again. All the girls would try to run past the four mean boys in the next seats, but the boys always caught us. Except that they let the girls in sixth grade go past without bothering them, and they ignored Potty, the ugly fifth grader. Her real name is Patty but no one calls her that because she's ugly as poop.

I hated getting caught but I was just in first grade and they were all in fifth grade and a lot bigger than me so I never got away. I wished I was in sixth grade so they would leave me alone. Every day they caught me getting on the bus, and grabbed me and held me by my arms. Then if I was wearing a dress, they would pull it up to my titties for a while, and let all the boys around look at my panties while I struggled. If I screamed I would get hit by all of them at once. They would all laugh at me and whistle, then they would let me go and grab the next girl getting on and do the same thing to her.

It was even worse when Mom made me wear jeans and a shirt to school. I always cried and begged her to let me wear a dress instead, and usually she let me, but sometimes she forced me to wear jeans. Then when the boys grabbed me on the bus, two of them would hold my arms out wide while the other two unhooked my belt, and pulled my jeans down to my ankles so everyone could see my panties. They would hold my hands over my head and pull my shirt way up and off my arms. Of course I screamed and screamed and tried to get away every time, but they were just too strong and I was just a little girl then, just a first grader. Besides if I screamed too loud I'd just get bruises all over. Once they had my shirt off, they would pull my jeans completely off, then pull my panties down to my ankles next. When they had me completely naked from my ankles up, they would turn me around and hold me so all the boys could see my pussy. If I tried to cross my legs, they would grab my knees and hold them apart. All the boys would be laughing at me and staring at my pussy and my titties and my bottom. Finally they would let me go, and I would take my shirt and jeans and stumble back to a seat in the back and cry, getting dressed as fast as I could. Of course they did the same to any other girl who wore jeans instead of a dress, unless she was in sixth grade. The big girls were always last in line so Mr. Williams never got on the bus while the boys were holding anyone.

But that was LAST year. Everything is a million times worse now.