Tales of Brian's Bare Tail 2: The School Tale(F/m, FFFM/mmff,
otk, public, nc)
by Nialos Leaning

Copyright 1997 by Nialos Leaning, all rights reserved.  
Permission for noncommercial electronic distribution and
personal use reproduction of this story is hereby granted.
All such distribution, reposting and reproduction must be
without alteration of this story in any way, must include
this entire copyright notice, and must in their entireties
retain the following statements:

"The following story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  This
story depicts preteens being spanked.  If you are not of a
legal age in your locality to view such material, do not
read further, do not save this story, but do immediately
shut down your computer and report to your parents for a
well deserved bare bottom spanking."

"If you don't like stories of preteens being spanked, than
don't read this story.  Please do understand that some of
us, including the author, enjoy such fantasy material."

"This story is pure fantasy, written for the enjoyment of
adults.  At least, the author hopes they will enjoy it.
Behavior depicted in this story may in real life be illegal
or considered by society to be abusive, harmful,
unacceptable or undesirable.  Not wishing to earn a spanking
or two, Nialos Leaning neither advocates, condones nor
personally engages in any such behavior."

"Being a politically incorrect type, Nialos declines to
state a personal opinion concerning real life spanking of
children.  Nialos does, however, remind readers that this
story, as is all fiction, is fantasy and not reality."

"Compliments and constructive criticism always welcome.
Flamers will be charged a $250.00 processing fee per flame
message received and subject to a severe bare bottom
spanking by any and all willing citizens of Assville."

Now, without further ado, before this disclaimer stuff
becomes longer then the story, earning Nialos a sound
spanking for boring everyone to tears, on with Brian's
school tale of his bare tail.  Enjoy!

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Tales of Brian's Bare Tail: The School Tale(F/m, FFFM/mmff,
otk, public, nc)
by Nialos Leaning


"Brian Evans, get up here this instant," said the very irate
teacher.

"Yes, Miss Morrison," replied the ten-year-old fifth grader. 
Brian apprehensively approached the front of the classroom. 
He had a good idea why he was in trouble and what his
teacher would do about it.

"Did you even bother reading the story?" she asked, waving
about his book report.

Brian knew lying would only make matters worse, so he told
the truth.  "No, Miss Morrison, but my friend Tommy told me
all about it."

"You'll suppose to read the story!" exploded Mrs. Morrison,
"not listen to someone else tell you bits and parts.  Did
Billy also tell you that now that the new year is here what
happens to students who don't do their work?"

"No Ma'am," replied Brian.

"Well, of all people, I think you have a very good idea." 
Brian indeed did have a strong suspicion.  His very own mom
had been a leader in getting the new spanking law passed.  A
law allowing kids to be spanked bare bottom by parents and
teachers. Just as bad as the spanking, the law also made it
legal to make a kid be naked in public as part of
punishment.

Brian's mom used the law the very day it was effective. 
She'd spanked him bare bottom in front of the mall.  Then
she made him walk around the mall naked.  And visit Santa
naked.  Santa had also spanked him.  The picture of him
sitting naked on Santa's lap with his everything showing was
used by his parents on their Christmas cards.  

The school had announced that it would start punishing
according to the new law right after the Christmas break. 
Brian's classmates would be delighted at his being the first
punished under "his mom's law" as they called it.  Brian
began crying.

"Pants off," ordered Miss Morrison. Brian reluctantly
removed his trousers.  This exposed his underpants to his
classmates.  Under the school's new dress code, decided by
the P.T.A. last month, boys had to wear slacks and regular
shirts.  No jeans, no tee shirts.  Girls had to wear blouses
and skirts.  All blouses, shirts and undershirts had to end
above the waist. 

Miss Morrison pulled her chair out in front of her desk,
positioning it sideways.  This ensured the class having a
good view of Brian's bottom getting its spanking.

"All right, young man, over here."

With mounting trepidation, Brian slowly approached his
teacher.  Quickly positioning him over her lap, she
commenced a hand spanking.  At first, Brian was glad that he
still had underpants on.  AS the stinging blows rained down,
this joy deserted him. Before long, Brian was kicking about
and sobbing out loud.

"Stop, please stop," pleaded Brian, "I'm sorry."

"Not as sorry as you will be," replied Miss Morrison,
continuing the spanking.

"It hurts," blubbered Brian, "stop please.  I'll do all my
work."

"I know you will," Miss Morrison said, standing Brian up. 
"Now turn and face the class.  Apologize for interrupting
their lesson."

Brian turned toward his classmates, displaying his tear
stained face.  "I'm sorry for interrupting our spelling
class."

"Good. Let's get those underpants off."

Brian started turning his back to the class.  "Did I tell
you to turn around?" demanded Brian's teacher.

"No, Miss Morrison."

"Well, than, face the class, remove your underwear, and be
fast about it."

Blushing furiously, Brian rapidly pulled off his jockey
briefs.  Immediately, his hands shot down to cover up his
privates.

"Hands behind your head.  I know your mother taught you
better then to play with yourself in public."  Hearing his 
classmates giggle at this comment contributed to a deepening
of his blush.  As did the exposing of his privates in front
of his fifth grade class.  "You just stay like that while we
finish our spelling lesson."

Standing in front of the class, acutely aware of the stares
of his fellow students, Brian suddenly realized the reason
for the "above the waist" rule.  Minus trousers and
underpants, there was no hiding of secrets, back side or
front side.  He hated everyone seeing his "everything," as
he called his privates.

Upon finishing the lesson, the teacher returned to her
chair.  "Come here," she commanded Brian, tapping her thick
ruler against the palm of her hands.  "Now we'll see just
how sorry you are."

Upon reaching Miss Morrison he was immediately pulled back
over her lap.  Without any preamble, the ruler descended
onto his bare behind.  Time after time the punishing ruler
struck, causing a growing burning feeling in Brian's bottom.
Crying gave way to steady wailing, than a howling that
surely could be heard throughout the school.  Brian's behind
want from the pink of the hand spanking through various
shades of red to a deep crimson.  If Brian's spanking had
been a gym class exercise, his furious leg kicking would
have satisfied even the most demanding P.E. instructor.

Finally, the spanking ended.  Miss Morrison stood Brian up,
displaying his glowing bottom to the class.  Putting her
hand on his extremely hot behind, she said, "From now on,
this is what anyone who misbehaves or doesn't do their work
can expect."

Without warning, Brian was spun around, once more facing the
class, again showing off his everything.  Still crying and
hopping from foot to foot, Brian resisted all temptation to
rub his burning butt.  His mother wouldn't allow such a
thing, and he figured neither would his teacher.

Brian's gaze fell to his clothes laying on the floor. His
fervent hope that Miss Morrison would soon allow him to
redress was soon dashed.  "Pick your clothes up and bring
them to me," she instructed the still sobbing ten-year-old. 
"We can't have your things thrown all over the floor.  If
this was your room at home, what would your mother say?"

Gathering up his trousers and underpants, a sense of deja vu
overcame Brian.  At the mall, his mother had scolded him for
letting his clothes be on the ground.  She made him hand
them to her, whereupon they were placed in her purse for the
rest of the trip.  This included the bus ride home.

"Please, Miss Morrison," pleaded Brian, "can I put my things
back on?"

"No, you cannot," she said, taking Brian's discarded
clothing from him and depositing them into her lower left
desk drawer.  "If I spank you, you don't get your clothes
back.  Your parents get them when they come talk to me about
why I had to spank you."

Several students gasped at this proclamation.  Brian was
aghast.  Obviously, this meant going home bare bottomed.  
Further, showing up home naked from the waist down would be
a sure give away of having been spanked at school.  For many
students, this would merit another spanking at home.  Brian
knew that it definitely would for him.

"But, but," blubbered Brian, "I can't ride the bus home like
this."

"Oh yes you can," retorted the teacher, "from what I've
heard, you've already have.  Now, back to your desk."

Blushing anew at the giggling of the class, Brian returned
to his desk.  Sitting down, he immediately discovered that
the hard wooden seat wasn't doing his still very painful
bare bottom any favors.  He spent the rest of the morning
fidgeting and squirming, trying to ease his discomfort. 
Miss Morrison constantly called attention to his
embarrassing situation by repeatedly scolding him to be
still.

Brian was dreading lunchtime.  The whole school would see
him. After lunch, everyone had to go outside to the
playground, so the lunchroom crew could clean up.  From the
playground, anyone walking or driving by would be able to
see Brian displaying his spanked bottom and what he had in
front.

As Brian made his way into the lunch room, a third grade boy
behind him taunted, "Brian, Brian, pants on fire." 

"It's his hindy that's on fire, not his pants," chimed in a
girl, also a third grader, "You must be blind if you can't
see his red ass!"

"I'm not blind," responded the boy, pushing the girl against
the wall. 

"You two," Mr. Jacoby ordered the third graders, "get over
here, now."  The two reluctantly but obediently went to the
school Principal.  "I will not have fighting in my school. 
At assembly this afternoon you can show the whole school
just what happens to fighters."

Moving out of earshot,  Brian did not hear the rest of the
admonishment.  Several minutes later he was astonished to
see the two third graders entering the lunch room completely
naked.  He did notice that, unlike their red faces, their
bottoms didn't show any coloring.

Going through the serving line, Brian caught sight of his
next door neighbor, Samatha Collins.  Sammy the Brat, as he
called her, was nine and in the fourth grade.  Like Brian,
she was bare below the waist.  The deep red hue of her
behind was clear proof of having been spanked. Brian's mood 
brightened with the realization that his wouldn't be the
only bare bottom on the school bus ride home.  Sammy would
be taking the same bus and walking home from the same stop.

Brian was itching to ask her what had happened.  But, he was
already taking enough teasing over his spanking and bare
behind.  Talking to a girl would only risk more of the same. 
He held his tongue.  He saw Sammy staring at him. This
brought back memories of the mall, quickly souring his mood
again.

Shortly before Santa had spanked Brian, he had spanked
Sammy.  This had been her first spanking ever.  Learning
this, Brian's mom had invited Mrs. Collins, a single parent, 
to come over whenever Brian was to be spanked.  That way,
she could learn how to give a good spanking, and maybe do
some practicing on Brian's behind.  His mom also told Mrs.
Collins to bring Sammy along.

Brian didn't want Mrs. Collins spanking him after his
parents were finished doing so.  He most certainly didn't
want the Brat seeing him spanked.  His mood lifted somewhat
as he remembered that Sammy's mom made the same offer to his
parents.  The Brat might see him spanked and Mrs. Collins
might practice on his bottom, but he would see Sammy spanked
by her mom and his parents demonstrate techniques on her
backside.

All too soon, lunch was over.  "Brian," said the boy sitting
next to him, "time to go outside and show the world what
you've been hiding inside your pants."

Somehow, Brian made it through the extreme humiliation of
his very public exposure in the playground.  In the
classroom, Miss Morrison paid less and less attention to
him.  The teasing from his classmates had greatly lessened. 
Brian, despite his ongoing embarrassment, was beginning to
relax a little.  Then it was assembly time.

"Brian, up on the stage please," directed Mrs. Andrews, the
Assistant Principal.  In short order, Samatha and the two
third graders were also on the stage.  Mr. Jacoby had all
four of them facing the audience.  Four chairs were on the
stage.

"Brian, Samatha, turn around, please," said the Principal. 
Doing so put the two youngsters still red bottoms on display
to the entire student body.  "From now on," Mr. Jacoby
stated, "this is what you can expect if you misbehave,
fight, don't do your work, talk back, or cause any other
trouble."

A few nervous laughs emanated from the audience.  "Quiet,"
interjected Mrs. Andrews, "unless you want to join these
four up here, just the way they are."

"Samatha, Brian, turn back around now," ordered Mr. Jacoby.
"Furthermore," continued the Principal, "after your
spanking, you'll still be showing off things I'm sure you'd
rather not. You will not get your clothes right back. 
Teachers can keep them for part of the day or the whole day. 
Or, until your parents come to get them."

This last statement caused much the same reaction as it had
that morning in Miss Morrison's class.

"Silence," bellowed Mrs. Andrews. 

"Miss Morrison, Mrs. King, Mr. Stevens, Mrs. Browning, will
you four come up here, please?" asked Mr. Jacoby. The four
teachers, each carrying a ruler, were soon standing upon the
stage.  "Please be seated," he told the teachers.  "I've
asked these teachers to come up to demonstrate on their
students what school spankings will be like."

Gasps came from the assembly.  The two third graders were
audibly crying.  Silent tears made their way down both
Brian's and Samatha's faces.

"Children, go stand by your teachers," ordered the
Principal.  Once all four of the nervous students were by
their teachers, Mr. Jacoby gave the command, "Teachers,
begin!"

The teachers wasted no time in pulling the unfortunate
youngsters over their laps.  Immediately, the room filled
with the sound of hand spanks raining down on bare behinds. 
Loud sobbing from four voices quickly drowned out the
spanking sounds.  The leg kicking made several observing
teachers think of a ballet.  The two third graders' bottoms
turned a bright pink.  The still red rears of the two older
students took on a very ugly looking dark hue.

In unison, the hand spankings ceased, only to be immediately 
replaced with the rulers.  Four sets of lungs were now
shrieking out at their highest possible volume.  The leg
kicking picked up to such a rapid pace that the third grade
boy literally kicked off his left shoe.  The pink behinds of
the third graders now glowed bright red.  Brian and Samatha
sported two dark crimson bottoms, a matching set.

Ending the torture of their students' bare backsides, the
four teachers simultaneously stood the four howling kids up. 
All four immediately started dancing a frantic jig,
furiously rubbing their behinds. 

"Hands at your sides," demanded Mr. Jacoby.  "There will be
no rubbing unless you want another spanking."  With a
supreme effort, all four managed to comply.  "Teachers,
please take your classes back to their rooms for dismissal." 

Turning his gaze to the four punished children, Mr. Jacoby
barked, "you four, go join your classmates.  When you go
home this afternoon, I don't want to hear any reports that
you were using your backpacks or anything else to try to
cover up."

The trip home was pure misery for Brian.  The bus seat was
unpleasant on his hot bare bottom.  His fellow passengers
incessantly teased him.  Walking down the block to his
house, several neighbor ladies working in their yards made
embarrassing comments.  The little kids playing outside
stared and asked questions he wouldn't answer.  The only
saving grace was that the Brat was going through the same
thing.

Entering the house, Brian was relieved to see the living
room empty.  He could hear his mother talking on the kitchen
phone.  "I'm home, mom," he shouted as he bounded up the
stairs.  Brian sighed with relief, glad to make it into his
room without his mom noticing he was shy a few articles of
clothing.  Quickly he removed his school shirt, depositing
it in the clothes hamper.  He wasted no time in putting his
play clothes on.

If felt good to be once more fully clothed.  He knew that as
soon as the school called, the shorts and underpants would
be coming right back off.  The rule was simple. Put on clean
socks, put the dirty ones in the hamper.  Change shirts, put
the old one in the hamper.  Problem was, he didn't have any
pants or underwear to put in the hamper, they were in Miss
Morrison's desk.  A fact he was sure his mom would find out
soon enough.  He hoped his parents went to see her tonight. 
At the same time, he prayed that they would show mercy and
postpone his inevitable spanking a few days.

"Brian Evans, get down here this minute," an angry Mrs.
Evans shouted.  Brian immediately started down the stairs,
accompanied all the way by his mom's continuing harangue.
"Your school called.  You're going to get it now, young man. 
Your dad told you what would happen if you ever got spanked
at school.  And, believe me, it will!"

Brian stepped around the corner into the living room and his
waiting mother.  "What's that you have on?" she exclaimed,
pointing toward his shorts.

"My play clothes mom."

"Did you put your school pants in the hamper?"

Brian though better of lying, knowing his mom knew the
truth.  "No, they're in my teacher's desk."

"Well, than," she ordered, "get those shorts off.  No pants
for you till the last pair you wore are in the hamper."  

"But, but," pleaded the once more tearful Brian, "I was
going to play basketball with the guys."

"Too bad.  I guess your uniform will be different than the
other boys.  Shorts off!" 

Brian removed his shorts, revealing his briefs. "I don't
think," Brian's mom said, "that you came home with your
underpants on."

"Mrs. Morrison has those, too," Brian replied.

"Off they go, now!" ordered his mother.

Brian quickly complied, not wishing to anger his mother
further.  "Will you get my things from Miss Morrison
tonight?" the sobbing boy asked as he handed his things to
his mom.

"No, I won't.  Neither will dad.  We'll not going to visit
Miss Morrison at all."

"But, but," sputtered Brian, near hysteria, "you can't make
me be naked forever. You just can't!"

"Miss Morrison," replied his mom, "will be visiting us here
at the house on Friday evening.  She'll have your clothes
with her."

"But," protested Brian, "that means going to school bare
tomorrow and Friday."

"It certainly does," his mom cheerfully agreed.  "That way,
you'll be reminded of the spanking your dad and I will be
giving you once your teacher arrives.  Mrs. Collins will be
bringing Sammy over, she's to be spanked at the same time. 
Oh, by the way, Stacey's having a sleep over party that
night with Kim and Vicky."  Stacey was his seven-year-old
sister.

Brian was happy that his spanking was being put off a few
days.  He was not happy about staying bare bottom for the
next two days. He most certainly was not happy about the
small audience that would be witnessing his spanking,
especially considering who they were.

"Your father will talk to you tonight," his mom said. 
Propelling Brian toward the front door, she gave his bare
butt several stinging slaps.  "Now get out and play with
your friends," she commanded.  "Be back in time for supper,
and not before."

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Brian spent an absolutely miserable two days.  His
schoolmates never tired of teasing.  Miss Morrison found
several errands a day for him, making him visit other
classrooms.  He couldn't stop thinking about what would be
happening to his bare bottom come Friday evening.  But that
tale of Brian's bare tail, and many more, are for another
time.

The end, a very red end for Brian, until Brian's bare tail
reveals another tale.