
                             Why I Hate School
                        By Wendy Younger, Grade 2-B
                       (ghost writer Georgie Porgie)
                              27 August 2003


                     Chapter 4: Staying in For Recess

                 (b+/g7 pedo nc bond humil spank mild tort)

     "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.  He just put the paddle down beside me, and 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 my reflex action won out 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
suspended 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 original stack of 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.
