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BR&T date: September 1953

Finally we got to school, and everyone stood up in the aisle and walked over me to get out. A couple of boys in my class reached down and touched my titties and my pussy on the way by. Mark and Curt were the last ones in line to get off. Mark stood over me and cut my shoestrings with his big mean knife, and said if I told anyone, he'd cut me just as easily.

I got up after them, still naked, and found my dress. I quickly put it on before Mr. Carter could see that I was naked. I found my shoes and got them on, but couldn't tie them. I ran off the bus without my socks or my panties. They were either still on the bus, or someone had taken them.

All morning long, the boys in my class were looking at me, whispering to each other, and laughing. I tried to just ignore them. Everyone could see that I didn't have any socks or shoestrings. Once when I went to sharpen my pencil, one of them pulled my dress up as I walked past. At least four boys laughed when they saw my bare bottom. I stayed in my seat the rest of the time, and tucked my dress in under my legs.

Just before recess, someone came by and opened the classroom door a little bit and threw a pair of panties in and closed it and ran. I knew they were mine from the pink and yellow colors. Mr. Miller picked them up, held them up, and asked "Does anyone want to claim these?" A lot of boys looked my way and grinned, but I didn't want to get up in front of the whole class and tell Mr. Miller they were my panties he was holding.

When no one claimed them, he said "Well, they must belong to some girl in this class. I see they're size 6x. Raise your hand if you wear size 6x girl's panties." Everyone laughed except me. A few girls raised their hands, and everyone laughed again except me and them.

Mr. Miller went over to the closest one with her hand raised, held my panties up for her to see, and asked "Are these your panties?" Of course she said they weren't. But Mr. Miller made her stand up, and before she could stop him, he put his hand inside her jeans in back and felt around to make sure she had panties on. Then he went on to the next girl who had raised her hand, and pulled her dress up in front of the whole class, to see that she was wearing her panties. The last girl tried to run away from him, but he caught her by her shirt and pulled her slacks down until all of her panties showed. Then he noticed all the kids who were looking my way, and came over to me. I just sat and didn't look at him.

"What size panties do you wear, Wendy?" he asked me. The whole class laughed at me again.

"Seven" I mumbled, and tucked my dress tighter under my legs. Mr. Miller picked me up, right out of my seat, and I screamed as he lifted my dress way up.

"Ah hah, I caught the liar. Go to the front of the room, Wendy," he commanded sternly. I went up to the front, then stood on the Show and Tell stage where he pointed. "Tell the class what you're wearing," he ordered.

"My dress, my shoes, and my barrettes," I mumbled.

"Loud enough for everyone to hear," he demanded.

"My dress, my shoes, and these barrettes in my hair!" I cried.

"Is that everything you're wearing, Wendy? Nothing else?" he asked.

"Yes," I admitted, looking at the table so I wouldn't have to look at anyone else.

"Show the class your barrettes, Wendy. Take them off and pass them around to everyone." I took the barrettes out of my hair and threw them to the girl closest to me. She glanced at them and passed them on. "Now your shoes, Wendy. Pass them around." I pushed off my shoes, which was easy since they weren't even laced, and kicked them over to the same girl. She barely touched them but passed them on.

"Now, Wendy, do the same with your dress." Mr. Miller crossed his arms and gave his 'I really mean it' look.

"No please, Mr. Miller, don't make me do this, please?" I begged. He looked over at the paddle hanging over the door. I had heard how he used that paddle, and I sure didn't want him to use it on me. "Oh please, no, oh please?" I pleaded again. He started walking over to the paddle. "No! Okay okay I'll do it, please don't spank me!" I cried. I turned around so the class wouldn't see my pussy, and took off my dress. Right there in front of the whole class, I was standing naked on the Show and Tell table, without even my barrettes. I looked back and saw a boy in the front seat grab my dress where it had fallen.

"Now lay down!" Mr. Miller demanded. I lay down on the table and put my hands over my bottom. He went to his desk and pulled out some loops of cloth, then came up to where I was laying and tied them real tight around both my ankles and then my wrists. I couldn't believe it when he tied them to the legs of the table and pulled on them so my arms and legs were spread out real wide. Some of the boys in the back were standing up to get a better view of my bare bottom. Then he went to the door and got down his paddle.

I thought he was going to spank me anyway, in front of the whole class, but just then the bell rang for recess. I let out a big sigh of relief.

But then, Mr. Miller set the paddle down on the table beside me, looked around at the class, announced "Anyone who wants to stay in for recess may do so," and walked out of the room.