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   Story: Why I HATE Riding on the School Bus 4   
                    Chapter 4: Staying in For Recess   
      
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         "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.   
      
      
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