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

BR&T date: September 1953

"We can stay in for recess?" another girl in my class asked, referring to Mr. Miller's last words before he left. "Why would we want to do that? That's stupid!" she wondered, baffled. The other girls nodded agreement and they all hurried out of the room after the teacher.

I wanted to go with the other girls, I wanted it so terribly bad, but I couldn't.

Just when I started second grade, the very first day of school, I was laying on the Show And Tell stage, actually a low round table at the front of the classroom (knee-high to the teacher). And I was tied up. And I was naked. Mr. Miller had tied me to the table after making me take off my dress and shoes and even the barrettes from my hair, and lay down on the table for him. I'd been afraid he was going to spank me on my bare bottom in front of everyone, but what he did to me instead was a zillion times worse. After tying my arms and legs out to the legs of the table, he just put the paddle down beside me, told everyone they could stay in for recess if they wanted, and then he walked out of the room.

None of the boys left the classroom with the girls. Not even one. Their eyes were all on me, on my naked bottom and all the rest of my whole naked body. And on the paddle.

"Please let me go," I quietly begged the nearest boy, one I didn't know since he'd been in the other first grade class the year before. I hoped he was a nice boy. Not that I knew any, but I could still hope.

He busted out laughing, and so did all the other boys who heard me. "Oh, but you've been such a naughty girl, Wendy. Teacher wouldn't like it if we let you go," he teased.

"And neither would we," another boy added. He leaned down and flipped my hair aside to see my blushing face.

"Not as much as leaving you tied up, anyway," a third boy quipped. The rest of the boys in my class crowded up around the table, close to me.

"Let me go! Let me go!" I pleaded. "Stop it!" I squealed, when I felt a boy touching my bottom. I struggled, pulling at the cloth straps Mr. Miller had used to tie my wrists and ankles to the table, but they were too strong for me to break, and too tightly tied for me to pull free of them, so I couldn't even get my arms or legs together. "Stop! Stop it! Leave me alone!" I screamed, when I felt dozens of rude boys' fingers poking me and touching me all over. "Helllp!! Hellllp!" I cried, to anyone and everyone, but nobody came to help.

"I get the paddle first!" claimed the biggest boy in my class, grabbing it from the hands of a younger boy who had picked it up.

"No! No!" I wailed, "No! Ooooh please don't spank me! Please!!" As terrified as I was at having him spank me, I almost didn't notice that word. 'First.' "NooooOOoohhh!!" I wailed, squirming desperately to get loose from the loops of cloth binding me to the table.

He didn't care what I wanted. He brought the paddle down right across my bare bottom, hard. I gasped and my whole body arched upward.

"Do it again!" a boy in front of me cheered. "You can see her titties when she does that!" A bunch of other boys moved up beside him to see as the big boy brought the paddle down on my bottom again.

"Owwwiee!" I cried, trying to stop myself from raising up off the table, but I couldn't help it, and the boys cheered at seeing my titties again. "Oww, oh please stop it," I cried, "please let me go!"

"Do it again! I missed it!" complained a boy who had been late getting to a good position.

Again I tried to keep my titties on the table, when the blow struck my bottom, and again I failed. "Awwwiee, awwwie, awwwie," I cried.

"See if you can grab her tits while she's off the table," a boy eagerly called from the back of the crowd.

"There's nothing to grab," a boy closer to me correctly pointed out.

"Well, obviously, Stupid. You'll have to pinch," the first boy snorted.

I screamed as the paddle struck my bottom again. Several hands made a grab at my titties when my body jerked, but none of them could hold on. They kept getting in each other's way. "Oww, oh please please stop it, pleeeeease!" I begged them. "OOOOWwww!" I screamed on the next hard spank.

They grabbed again. One lucky boy had ahold of my left titty and he wouldn't let go. I howled. Another boy kept trying until he got my right titty. He squeezed me as tightly as he could, hurting me. When they pulled on my titties in opposite ways, I howled even more, "Owww, stop stop stahhp!!" I squirmed side to side desperately until they lost their hold on me.

"Wow, what a wildcat!" one boy laughed.

"A wild pussy cat!" another added, and they all laughed together.

The boys in the back of the crowd showed their support, yelling, "Get a better grip," or "Hold on tighter next time," or "Pinch her harder!" and other even meaner things. The boys in front, right beside me, promised to try.

The big boy slammed the paddle into my bottom again. I still couldn't stop myself from jerking, exposing my little titties to the boys beside me, who grabbed at them again.

"Please, please please pleas-pleas-please please..." I cried and cried. Another boy had my right titty, and he pulled up on it, making me twist to the side, screaming, trying to relieve the pain.

"Hey, lookie," another one smirked, "she's showing off her belly button, and even her pussy a little." The boys on my right snickered and bent down to see me better. Some from my left quickly ran to join them.

"Hey, ya idiots," a boy derided them, "I can see her slit just fine from back here. I saw it the whole time." Suddenly the crowd of boys stampeded to get between my legs. Even the boy holding my titty dropped it and rushed around the table like the others. There wasn't room for all of them, and they fought for the best viewing places, shoving and snarling like a pack of dogs over one piece of meat.

I tried and tried to pull my legs together, but the straps on my ankles held me spread out wide. I couldn't hide anything at all from more than a dozen staring boys.

To them, I was just a piece of meat they all wanted.

And one of them was working on tenderizing me. "Owwwwie! Owwiee!" I cried out again, when the big boy smacked my bottom again. "Oowwwww! Oh please please stop it, pleeeeease... OOOWWwwwieee!"

"We could see her better if she was up off the table," a boy noted.

"We can't untie her. The teacher wouldn't like that," another one objected.

"No, but we could prop her up, couldn't we? Shove something under her stomach maybe?"

"Oh don't, oh don't please don't," I begged them, "Nooooo..."

Several boys ran to their desks and came back with spelling books and geography books, and even one comic book. They started pushing them under me from both sides, under my ribs, shoving more books between the top and bottom books, forcing me higher and higher off the table. My legs and arms stretched as my body rose, the straps tightening up on my wrists and ankles.

"Oh stop oh stop, oh oh oh oh stop! Staaahhhhp!" I cried, begging. "Ohhh ohhh please stop it!" At last I was stretched so tightly across the stack of books that they couldn't get another one in, with my chest held up more than a foot off the table. Just like they wanted, they could see my titties by bending down beside me, and they could see my pussy easily without even trying.

"Hey, all we needed was one book, like this," a bright boy noted, tipping a book and placing it beside the stack. He hammered it with his fist to get it to stand straight up and down between my tummy and the table. When he whacked the rest of the books out, he left me gasping in torment, laying across the edge of the one remaining book.

"Owwwww... owwww... owww... owww," I kept whimpering. Nobody made a move to put the other books back. I looked around hoping to see one boy who would help me, but they were all staring at my naked body and smiling.

"Come on, give someone else a chance with the paddle," a younger boy coaxed. To his delight, the big boy tossed it over to him.

"Sure, why not?" he grinned. "Go for it! But I get it last, just before recess ends," he declared.

Nobody argued with him. I would have, but I knew it wouldn't have done any good. "Awwwie!" I sobbed, "owwwww...." as the second boy began to spank me. The rest of the boys laughed, and impatiently waited their turns.