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   Story: Why I HATE Riding on the School Bus 3   
               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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