THE EVIL SCHOOL PART 1(F/b/humil/spank/public/light bd)
by Sister

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Copyright 2000 by Sister, all rights reserved.
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This story is totally fiction for adult purpose only.  It
depicts of a boy and a girl being humiliated, spanked and 
otherwise painfully punished under a new school regime.  If
you don't like this kind of story or if is not legal for you
(i.e. minor of 18 y.o.) to read this stuff please leave now.
The author knows the difference between a fantasy and
reality.  Nothing of what is in this story should ever
happen in this world.  This is my first story so if you,
like me, enjoy this fetish, have a good time and let me know
of any suggestions and/or criticisms.  Here is the first
part of the story.

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THE EVIL SCHOOL PART 1
by Sister

Hi everybody! My name is Alex and I'm 12 in seventh grade. I
want tell you what happened in my school this year. First of
all I'll tell you about my school. We all live in a little
community out in the country and up to this summer
everything here was a paradise. Parents were not so severe,
school was more or less easy with us pupils and all went on
well. But something was on his way to change. Well, since we
started school one month ago we all felt that there was
something in the air but we couldn't feel exactly what. Was
a mix of little marks. A couple of parents-teachers meeting
at the end of August, some sentence hanging in the air by
our parents on a "be carefully on what you'll do/say"
regarding the following school's year behaviors and so on.
When the school started we all felt that our teachers were
not so easy on us like they were last year. Definitely there
was something in the air that tensed us a little. The
bombshell dropped only four days after the school beginning.

* * *

As usually, at the end of the first school's week, we used
to have a welcome's assembly during which the school board
is presented to all the students and the principal tell us
the news regarding changes in the school's classes and give
us the usual "good Luck" encouragement for the incoming
year. This time, after the presentation and the class
changes matters there the expected "good luck" from Ms.
Harriet Porter, our school's Principal, didn't came.

"Students," declared Ms Porter instead, "starting with this
year something of important is changed." An absolute silence
dropped on the assembly. You really could ear a fly
flighting. "As maybe you had already notice we, school
board, had meet your parents twice to discuss about new
policies as to increase the low level of behavior of the
last years." Some mumbles started from the student body.
"Silence!" shout the Principal. Suddenly everyone was still.
Never was happened that Ms. Porter had said anything with
that kind of voice! "Well," continued the Principal, "in
those two meeting we, teachers and your parents, decided to
introduce Corporal Punishments in this school starting from
this year." The bomb was dropped. A big gasp came out from
two hundreds young throats. "As I don't want you, me and all
the teachers waste time I'm not going to explain you the
rules right now. All the rules will be explained you in your
classes by your teachers after this assembly. So, by now,
good work and... good luck! I think you will need it!" With
this last statement Ms. Porter went down the stage followed
by all the other teachers who went towards us as to took
their classes in their rooms.

Once we were in our room, sat and still, miss Kathy O'Neil,
our teacher, said us "Welcome back children! This is the
starting of a new year full of new things to learn and new
rules to follow." With this last part of her sentence she
captured all our attention. We couldn't yet believed what
the Principal had said. Maybe we had missunderstood. "As you
had listen at the assembly," she continued, "starting from
this year the corporal punishments will be used in this
school. All your parents, and I mean ALL," she underlined,
"asked for the introduction of the CP in the school as the
standard children' behavior of the last years went down to
an unacceptable level. As we teachers all agreed with this
we decided to adopt a new policy on the matter." The silence
in the room was touchable. "Well, rules are simply" said Ms.
Kathy, "Every time you misbehaved, you failed in your works,
you will do not your best you will be punished. That means
that you'll receive, at our discretion, one or more
spankings on the spot and, if you'll failed in some
important rule, you'll receive other additional
punishments." A big gasp went from we students. "Stop this
noise!" ordered sternly the teacher. "One of the rules," she
added, "says that no sound has to be eared when the teacher
is speaking. Otherwise the noisy one or ones will be
immediately punished." Our world was totally crushed down.
Images of eighteenth century schools flashed in my mind
within teachers with canes or paddles in hand. No, should be
only a nightmare, shouldn't be real. I'm just sleeping and
now I'll wake up in my nice bedroom and I'll laugh about all
this crazy things.

* * *

Wasn't that way. That same day, at dinner time, daddy,
mummy, me and my eight-years-old sister Karol, were talking
about what's news in our day. Me and Karol avoided to say
any word about the new rules matter we learned at school.
After talked a few about unimportant things, our parents
dropped the question. "What's new in your school children?"
asked daddy as nothing, "I know today was assembly day,
wasn't?"

"Yes, daddy," I said trying to have a normal looks.

"yes, daddy," echoed my little sister with low eyes.

"And so, tell us kids," hollered mum. Me and Karol glanced
each other.

"Well," I started, "they said the usually things like
welcome back, or hope you'll do your best and so on."

"Yeah," chimed Karol, "always the same things."

"And they said nothing other?" doubted dad.

"Uh, well, uh, y-yes," I stammered.

"And so...." said mum.
          
"Uh, well, they said that starting from this year we'll
could receive also sp-spanking if we'll misbehave and that
you agreed. This isn't true, isn't?" I hopefully asked.
                                        
"Well, children, we were waiting right for this." answered
dad, "Yes, it is. We had a couple of meeting with your
school and all together we decided to try it. Me and Karol,
mouth agape, were frozen in place. So was true. Not a
nightmare but a fucking reality. "And we want you to know
another thing, kids," added mum, "Every time you'll punished
in school you'll punished at home too. The same way." this
last statement destroyed our last effort to be brave. As me
as my sister started to cry lightly "But, but, you cannot do
it" I mumbled, "The children's rights chart stated it."

"Sorry children," replied dad, "but the new law changes
allow this kind of things if everyone agreed."

"But we didn't agree," I blurted out between my sobs.

"Sorry again kids," said once again dad, "but "everyone"
means the grown up." No way! We were trapped.

* * *

One week ago I was hanging out in the hallway after PE
waiting for my mates that were still in the locker room
changing from their gym uniforms. I don't know what got me
but, as no one was around, I went to the girls locker room
and tried to peep in through the keyhole. What I saw was a
picture. Fourteen twelve-years-old girls just in their
panties. WOW! What a sight! Someone had already started
growing tits and they were clearly visible through their
training bras. I was absolutely lost in that sight and my
dick was already stiff. Maybe an atomic bomb should falls
right in that moment that I couldn't notice it. And that was
what happened.

"What hell do you think you're doing there, boy?" As a loud
voice shouts it over and behind me I felt my right earlobe
grabbed and pulled up.

"Ouch," I screamed in pain and fear. "N-Nothing, nothing
miss O'Neil!" I tried to lied.

"Nothing?" questioned my teacher, "You call it peeping in a
girl's locker room? Come with me, you filthy boy!" She
dragged me away till the end of the hallway. "Stand here
still and don't move yourself till I'll come back." she
ordered and went toward the girl's locker room door. After a
while she and the girls came out and walked toward the spot
I was.

"Well, girls," she started, "I caught this dirty boy peeping
in through the keyhole of your locker room while your were
changing your outfit." An astonished mumble went from the
girls. "As per the school's roles he's going to be punished
for it." added Ms. O'Neil. "As we'll go back to our room
you'll be punished" she said looking right in my eyes. I was
there frozen in place, tears already streaming down my
checks, blushing furiously. All the girl were looking at me
with stern gazes.

When all my schoolmates were ready we marched upstairs
toward our room, me leading the group always held by my
earlobe.

As we enter the classroom I was leaded by my teacher to the
front.

When all my classmates were sat I was put standing facing
them.

"Alex Wright," she said, "You had blamed the class with your
absolutely filthy behavior. You had try to see the girls
undressed and now, for your punishment, you are going do
show yourselves undressed." 

"Please no, Ms. O'Neal," I pleaded, "Not here in front of
all."

"Please yes," came the reply, "Remove your pants and shirt,
now!"

"I, I can't, I just can't," I said, sobbing loud, my hands
trembling.

"Do it now," she said, "otherwise we'll can have some of the
girls do it for you!"

A loud gasp came from my fellow and a large grin spread over
the girls faces.

"No, no," I stammered, "I'll do it by myself."

I started slowly to unbuttoning my shirt. I pull it away and
I gave it to Ms. O'Neal that put it in her drawer. I
unfastened the belt of my trousers and unzipped them.
Blushing furiously I peeled them down to my ankles and
totally off to my teacher. "the undershirt too," said the
angry teacher. I grabbed the hem of it and pulled it off
giving it too to Ms. O'NEAL. She made it join my shirt and
pants. Here I was, facing fourteen openly smiling girls in
only my white cotton brief crying and sobbing hard.

"What's the matter?" asked Kathy O'Neal, "What does it means
all that crying. The spanking is not yet started and you are
already crying like a baby!" The girls giggled even more at
this statement. I blushed same way.

"Now it's time for your punishment to start." she said. For
how was regarding me the punishment should be already over
so much I was feeling in shame.

She took her chair out of her desk toward the front of the
class. "Come on, here over," she commanded. I went toward
her and she made me stand in front of her. I felt her
fingers in the waistband of my brief. "Nooo!" I shouted as
she pulled my brief down to my ankles and off.

The classroom was immediately filled by oooh and aaaah by
the wide eyed girls starring to my no more so private
privates. My hands flew over to cover my boyhood but Ms.
O'Neal thought other way and slapped my hands away.

"Hands behind your head, young man" she ordered. "We don't
want boys playing with themselves here!" Statement which
caused loud giggle by the girls.

"Anyway you don't have so much to hide down there!" she
added to my total distress and to even more giggles for the
girls.

I felt my face flaming as I blushed deeper.

Was a long time since someone had saw me naked. And, to my
discomfort, I had to agree with my teacher. Adding the fact
that I'm still totally hairless there down, my dick it's
more like that ones of the eight or nine-years-olds than of
the ones my age. I was deeply embarrassed to have to display
myself in a so ashamed way in front of all that bunch of
giggling girls one of whom is my secret love. She doesn't
know anything about it and now she'll never ever want to
become the "short dick's" girlfriend. Neither any of the
others. My crying increased more and more.

"Over my laps, young man," Ms. O'Neil commanded "Quickly!"

Immediately I was draped on her laps. My spanking time was
arrived but I had a little bit of relief thinking that now,
in that position, my privates were no more on display for
all of them. Before I finished thinking it an hard slap
impacted on my bare bottom. Wow, what an hard spank!
Suddenly the second joint on my right check. Harder than the
first! I was never spanked before and I couldn't believe
that such a nice and slim person as was Ms. O'Neal could
spank so hard. And she was using her hand only! By the
seventh spank my sobbing and crying turned to a steady
bawling. By the twelfth I was only howling with high pitched
screeches at every hard blow. At least the twentieth and
last spank was delivered on my now bright red, very sore and
hot behind.

When I realized that the blows aren't falling down any more
I relaxed a bit thinking that, however, it was ended. What
wrong I was! I listened my teacher looking for something on
her desk and immediately after I felt an incredible pain in
both of my checks. She had brought the wooden twenty inch
ruler she used in class to explain lessons and she was using
it on my bare bottom just for that purpose. 

I spent the following three minutes in total agony. My eyes
had no more tears to leak, my throat was hoarse for the
screaming, my legs kicking was so fast that a little piece
of paper on Susan's desk in the first line flew away for the
wind. As I was thinking to be on the way to dead for the
pain, actually the spanking ended.

As soon as the last spank was delivered I felt myself put on
my feet facing the class again.

"Hey, everybody," shout Marika, a little brunette in the
second line, pointing to my dick, "Look! It's seem he liked
to be spanked bare in front of us!"

I looked down and to my horror I discovered I had a boner. I
was there in front of my girl classmates naked, spanked and
with my pubes sporting a three inches glory for all to see.

"I don't think he liked the spankings he got. Ill get the
occasion to teach you something more for the sex-ed class.
What happened to him it's quite a normal thing for a boy.
The spankings had increase his blood pressure and so that is
the result: an erection. At least now there is something to
see, isn't?" I hoped that an earthquake would came right in
that moment and the ground would opened swallowing me. How
she could teach a sex-ed lesson to the class using me as a
living example! and how she could teased me in that way, in
front of girls! An hand raised from a blond girl in the
middle of the class.

"Yes, Michelle?" said Ms. O'Neil.

"Has he to remain in that state long?" she asked.

"No," replied the teacher, "It's only a matter of time. Once
his blood pressure will decrease his erection will leave and
he will return soft."

"Other questions?" she demanded the class.

No hands this time, only girls' eyes glued on my raging
boner.

"Well," continued Ms. O'Neal, "By the way, this is what you
have to expected if you misbehaved." She made me turn around
showing my blazed behind to the class. A chorus of oooh and
aaah followed my exposition. "And when I'm saying you I mean
all of you," she added, "you girls too!" At this last
statement all the giggles on the girls' faces vanished and
turned to a feared look. They didn't had considered that
point of the punishment's rules.

"Ok, class," said cheerfully Ms. O'Neal, "lets go on
starting with our spelling class."

I started to turn myself to her desk for to have my clothes
back when she said, "Alex, now you have to remain standing
in the corner near the blackboard facing the class for the
rest of the lesson."

"When may I have my clothes back, madam" I asked her as I
was walking toward the blackboard.

"You'll get no clothes back for today" was the sharp reply,
"You'll have them back only at the end of tomorrow's
classes"

A loud gasp came from the class. My almost subdued crying
suddenly became louder.

"But, but," I stammered through the sobs, "How may I go home
in this state?"

"You already be naked in front of all us and it was not a
big deal."

"But was and will be for me!" I said loudly.

"Too bad, Alex," she stated, "This will be one of the parts
of your punishment for what you did."

What does she means. ONE OF THE PARTS? It was not already
enough what she had me made to do? What other she want? 
With those thought I made may way toward the blackboard
feeling all the classroom's sets of eyes fixed on my gloving
red hiney. When I turned facing the class I could see
questioned look in my classmates' eyes too. What the hell
would happened yet?

End of part one.