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Subject: {ASSM} Wendy's Torment 01-03 {Georgie Porgie} (b+M/g+ pedo humil bond threat)
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          Don't skip over this disclaimer!  It's important!

       This and other stories by Georgie Porgie can be found at:
                 http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www

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"If the First Amendment means anything, it means that a state has no
business telling a man, sitting alone in his own house, what books he
may read or what films he may watch."  -- Justice Thurgood Marshall

Never let anyone try to tell you that you're not allowed to READ A STORY
because you're under some stupid arbitrary age that changes from country
to country, and year to year.  But if you're under the stupid arbitrary
age at the particular time and place you read this, keep quiet about it.

And never let anyone try to tell you that you're not allowed to READ A
STORY because some people currently in power in the place you live (no
matter if that's your country or your home) have decided THEY don't like
to read what YOU like to read.  But if they've 'banned' this story, then
keep quiet about it reading it.

The author does not condone abuse of any person, by any other person,
regardless of the ages, genders, heritage, or political or biological
relationships between any of the persons involved.  Abuse includes any
activity done without the willing participation of everyone directly
involved, unless done to prevent other abuse under this definition.
But it also includes using force or threats to interfere in, disrupt,
or prevent the activities of others NOT committing abuse under this
definition, by others who are NOT directly involved.  Any person guilty
of abuse under this definition should be arrested to prevent such abuse.

"There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.  Books
are well written or badly written.  That is all."  -- Oscar Wilde

Fantasies are fantasies, and are not real life.  This story is a FANTASY
and if it involves abuse of anyone by anyone else, then nobody should
act that way in real life, nor tolerate anyone else acting that way in
real life.  But neither should anyone object, in real life, to anyone
else's FANTASIES, let alone try to justify real-life abuse because of
them.  In over 30 years of reading and writing stories like this, the
author has NEVER hurt any real person, nor tolerated anyone else doing
so.  Enjoying FANTASIES like this DOES NOT and NEED NOT not make anyone
a monster in real life, as long as they understand that real people are
not to be treated this way.

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This story is Copyrighted (C) by Georgie Porgie.  All rights reserved.
It may be FREELY reposted to any appropriate newsgroup providing all the
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   to avoid the story if they wouldn't like it.
4. The story is posted unaltered, either by addition or deletion.

People who flood the newsgroup with a hundred stories, none of which
have story codes, are obnoxious morons wasting the time of everyone
reading the group, and providing nothing of value.  I don't want any
of my stories to be posted by obnoxious morons.

It may be FREELY archived on any appropriate web site providing all the
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                    Why I HATE Riding on the School Bus
                        By Wendy Younger, Grade 2-B

This fantasy involves many girls, and then two in particular, being
stripped and humiliated by some boys, then one being stripped and
tied by her teacher.  More chapters are sketched out but not completed,
about Wendy's torment at her school, on the schoolbus, and at her home.

I'm not into gore and grossness, so the only bodily fluid you'll find
in the following is tears, and there is no physical injury described.
(If you want that sort of thing, you'll have to imagine it yourself.)
If that doesn't sound like a fantasy you would enjoy, then either don't
read it, or blame yourself.  I'm not forcing anyone to read this fantasy.

As always, this story is not real, has never happened, and I hope
will never happen, and any resemblance to any real or imaginary person,
character, structure, or place is purely an unintentional coincidence.

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                    Why I HATE Riding on the School Bus
                        By Wendy Younger, Grade 2-B
                       (ghost writer Georgie Porgie)
                              8 December 1992


                      Chapter 1: Last Year on the Bus

     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.
Us 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 fifth grade go past without bothering
them, and they ignored Potty, the ugly fourth 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 fourth grade and a lot bigger than me so I never got away.  I
wished I was in fifth 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 fifth 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.  This year Mr. Carter assigned us all seats
that we have to sit in.  He picked the seats by our last names, so I
have to sit between Curt Winters and Mark Zimmerman, and those are two
of the mean boys.  A little first grader, Katie Turner, has to sit
between the other two mean boys, Jack Trice and Pete Willis.  We all sit
in the very last seats, way in the back of the bus.

     The other girls don't have to worry any more about the mean boys
grabbing them and pulling their clothes off as they get on the bus to go
home.  But now everything the boys did to every girl last year, they do
to me and Katie every day, going to school and going home, the whole way
there and back.  And that's not all!

     The bus doesn't go all the way to my house.  I have to get on and
off two blocks from home, at the same place Curt and Mark do.  We are
the first ones to get on the bus in the morning and the last ones to get
off after school, and I have to walk down the block, around the corner
and down the next block to get home.  The bus doesn't go there because
it's a dead end where it wouldn't be able to turn around.

     Just as soon as we get on in the morning, the boys take me back to
the back seat of the bus.  Once I tried to sit in the front seat, but
Mr. Carter got down his paddle, pushed me over the back of the seat,
pulled my dress up and my panties down, and spanked me real hard on my
bare bottom right in front of Curt and Mark.  Because of that I have to
sit with them no matter what they do to me.  Mr. Carter doesn't hear too
well, either, so he never hears me or Katie crying and screaming even
though most of the other kids can hear us.  The one time he did hear me
he just spanked my bare bottom in front of everyone on the whole bus, so
I try not to scream so loud anymore. Katie just cries and whimpers and
pleads with Jack and Pete real quiet.



                      Chapter 2: First Day on the Bus

     I hated the boys already, from last year, but I really REALLY hate
them now!  The very first day, right after our seats were assigned, I
found out they were going to be mean to me.  Mark sat by the window,
then I had to sit in the middle, then Curt sat on my other side.  Right
away they looked at each other and smiled their mean smiles.  Curt tried
to hold my left hand but I pulled away, then Mark grabbed my right arm.
When I tried to pull away from him, Curt took my left arm and twisted it
behind my back and Mark did the same with my right arm.  I told them to
stop it because it hurt me, but they never have listened to any girl.
They held my arms behind me and slid their other hands up under my dress
and started feeling my legs.  The bus stopped at the next stop to pick
up Jack Trice and some other kids.  Mr. Carter told him where to sit.
Jack saw what Curt and Mark were doing to me when he sat down, and he
laughed as he watched me struggling.

     Mark pulled my dress up on his side, and Curt pulled it up on his,
and they bent me over and jerked it past my face.  I thought since I was
wearing a dress instead of jeans, that's all they would do, like last
year.  I was WRONG!!!  They had the whole bus ride, at least half an
hour, and they were just getting started on me.  They pulled me back up
and looked at me in my panties, and I relaxed, thinking the worst was
over and pretty soon they would let go of me and let me pull my dress
back down.

     More kids got on at the next stop, including Pete and Katie.  They
both got a surprise when they were told where to sit.  Katie knew they
were mean boys, but since she was in kindergarden last year, and went
home at noon, she never had to walk past them before.  As soon as she
was sitting down and Pete was beside her, I heard her scream "Eeeee!
Stop it!"  I didn't look over to see what Jack and Pete were doing to
her, because just then Curt and Mark started pulling my panties down and
I had to struggle as hard as I could to try to stop them.  I held my
legs out real wide so they couldn't pull my panties down any further,
but Curt stuck his hand inside them and started feeling me, right on
my bare pussy.  I tried to kick him but that just got my legs together
again and they jerked my panties down to my knees real fast.

     I screamed, hoping that Mr. Carter would hear me and make them
leave me alone.  They both jerked hard on my arms, twisting them way up
on my back, and told me to shut up.  Mr. Carter didn't hear me anyway.

     I could hear Katie pleading with Jack and Pete, whining "oh please,
stop it, let me go! please oh no don't! oh please stop! oh no oh no!"
I looked over and saw that she was backwards in the seat, with her face
on it, and Pete was sitting on her arm.  Her dress was up and her
panties were down at her knees, and both boys were feeling her bottom
and sticking their fingers between her legs.  She was kicking with her
feet as much as she could, but she couldn't hit Jack or Pete at all.

     Just then Mark pulled my hair and Curt twisted my arm up further
and bent me over again.  I was afraid they were going to do to me what
the other boys were doing to Katie.  Later I wished they had done that
to me instead of what they did.  While Curt held my arms, Mark pulled my
dress over my shoulders and down to my elbows.  I started struggling as
hard as I could when I realized what they were doing, but I couldn't get
away from Curt and my arms were really hurting.  I was crying and I
guess I was saying the same things Katie was saying, not that they ever
listened to me.  Curt bent my arms straight and Mark pulled my dress to
my wrists, then he held my arms for Curt.

     When Curt had my dress off, he threw it into the seat ahead of us,
where another boy grabbed it and threw it further.  I saw it flying up
to the front of the bus when they jerked me back up again.  Mark pushed
my bottom out away from the seat and both boys grabbed my panties again.
This time they jerked them down to my ankles and while I was struggling
to get away I accidentally pulled my feet out of them.  I was completely
naked except for my shoes and socks and the barrettes in my hair.  Curt
tossed my panties forward, and they disappeared somewhere around the
middle of the bus.  There was a lot of laughing right after that, and
other boys started looking back at us, grinning.

     All the while they were stripping me, Mr. Carter kept driving,
picking up more kids, and not hearing me or Katie crying and screaming.
The bus was about half full when he stopped the next place, and got out
to talk to some parent who was there.  As soon as he was off the bus,
Curt and Mark stood up, and lifted me right off the seat by my arms
behind my back.  They lifted me way up so everyone on the bus could see
my titties and my pussy.  I tried to cross my legs to hide my pussy, but
Mark stabbed my side with his finger and ordered me to spread my legs.
I had to do it, to keep him from stabbing me again only harder.  I held
my legs out as wide as I could.  Everyone on the bus was turned around,
looking at my bare body and laughing at me.

     Then Jack and Pete held up Katie.  She at least still had her dress
on. They lifted her up with her bare bottom to the other kids, and
pulled her panties down and past her feet.  She was still pleading "oh
no, please stop! please let me go, I don't like this!"  They ignored
her, of course, and pulled her dress way up and turned her around so
the whole bus could see her pussy, too.  She just hung there crying and
pleading, and they started feeling her all over in front of everyone.
Mr. Carter finally got back on and the boys pushed us down in the seat
fast and everyone else turned around so he wouldn't know anything was
going on.

     I didn't know who had my dress and my panties.  I didn't want to go
to school in just my shoes and socks.  But we were still only halfway
there and Curt and Mark weren't through with me YET!!!

     Mark grabbed both my arms behind me and pulled me over his lap.
Curt pulled my legs up and bent them way back so my shoes were touching
my bare bottom.  I tried kicking real hard but they are both so much
stronger than I am.  One of them untied my shoes then.  I couldn't see
what they were doing, but I could feel my shoes getting real loose,
and I knew someone was pulling the laces out of them.  The next thing
I knew, they were tying my wrists together and I couldn't stop them.
He pulled off my shoes and tossed them into the seat ahead of us, then
started working on my socks.  They were all I had left to wear, so I
kicked and kicked and screamed and screamed but it didn't help.  He got
them both off of me anyway.  Then he tied one of my shoestrings around
my ankles and pulled it so tight it hurt me.

     I thought I knew how mean they were from last year, but I had no
idea how mean boys can be when they get the chance!  When Mr. Carter got
off at another stop to talk to another parent, Mark quickly dragged me
out into the aisle in front of everyone again.  All the boys were
looking at me, to see what Mark and Curt would do to me this time.  He
picked me up by my arms and carried me down the aisle, giving everyone
on the bus a close up look at my titties and belly button and pussy as
he went past.  Curt followed.  Then they took me back to the center of
the bus and pushed me down on the floor.  Curt tied the string on my
ankles to the leg of a seat while Mark tied my wrists to another seat on
the other side.  When Mr. Carter started to get back on, someone warned
them, and they ran back to their seat.  They left me there, tied up
naked in the middle of the aisle.  Mr. Carter didn't even notice, and no
one told him.  I thought I saw him looking at me in his big mirror, but
maybe he didn't see me.  All the boys near me were staring at my bare
body and snickering.  Even some of the other girls laughed at me.



                       Chapter 3: Show and Tell Time

     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.

     "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! ok ok 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 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.

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