THE EVIL SCHOOL PART 3(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 3
by Sister


On our way back to the classroom we were accompanied by most
of the school children. They were continuously teasing me,
most of all the girl even the second and third graders. When
we were almost to my classroom I felt a light touch on my
sore bare behind.

"Who the hell....." I started turning myself to see who was
touching me.

"Hi, Alex," said my eight-years-old sister Karen with a
large smile on her face.

"What hell do you want, twerp?" I said her in angry, "Don't
you dare to touch it again!"

"But seems to me," she replied grinning, "that someone other
had already touch your little hiney well."

"It's not your business." I cut away.

"Well," she said grinning ever more, "if that is the way
you'd like to speak to me, be sure. I'll certainly give you
no help, this evening, when our parents will spank you. I
think, instead, I'll enjoyed to see you punished, brat!"

Saying that she turned away but not before to give me a
sharp slap on my too sore bottom. Meanwhile Maureen
restarted to holler me again with a big tug on the rope.

The afternoon was not so good also. I received no more
spankings but I had to seat still at my desk on the hard
wooden chair. This kind of furniture, I discovered, were not
made for a bare well spanked behind.

I couldn't help to wiggle and sob from time to time. Ms.
O'Neal didn't miss occasion to underline my predicament with
remarks like "Alex, aren't you able to seat still?" which
always caused a lots of giggling from my amused girl
classmates.

At least, the bell rang one last time to announce everybody
the end of the lessons. Everyone in the classroom stood up,
got his packs and walked out of the door. I wasn't able to
resolve me to go out. Other side I could not remain there
and I had absolutely to go picking up my little sister from
her class. This is one of my duties. As I am the older
brother I had to take care of my little sister accompanying
her to school right to her class and picking up her same way
for the bus ride to home.

When I arrived to her class I found all her classmates
outside the room with her.

"Hi, Alex," she smiling said to me between the giggles of
all the other third grader girls, "There was someone of my
friends who whish to have a look at you again." I was
furiously blushing.

"Hey, Karen," said one brunette near her pointing to my
privates, "It doesn't seems to me your big brother being so
big!"

"Yeah," said another girl right in front of me, "I bet the
my brother of six is a little bigger down there!"

My shame was unbearable. Be so teased and ashamed by such
kind of little eight-years-old girls.

"Yeah, friends," came the reply by Karen, "I'm quite sure
now that he is not so a big boy. I couldn't wait for this
evening when our parents will give him another trashing that
certainly will make him ever little."

Saying that she and her friends gave out a laugh and, with
an hard slap on my red and sore bare bottom she said "C'mon,
Alex! Let's go home!"

* * *

The bus trip to home was an hell. Everyone merciless teasing
me. Karen made all her efforts to shame me with contiguous
references about my little boyhood or about what I was been
to get from our parents once we should be at home.

Eventually we reached our bus stop so we went down from the
bus. Now we were in our neighborhood and a lot of people
knows me very well. For all the two blocks and a half to our
house Karen didn't loose occasion for to let everyone know
about my troubles describing them with a lot of details. I
think I was never ever so embarrassed.

With my relief, at least, we arrived home. As we entered the
front door we found an angry mum waiting for us.

"Look at you, young man," she started, "Look at your state.
Totally naked in school and on the street. Do you ever
realized what you have done?"

Before I could answer my little twerp sister said "He was
been a very naughty boy, mum. He peeped the girls in the
locker room and we all saw him nude in the lunchroom."

"but, but" I tried to chimed.

"And he was with his thing all hard in front of us, what a
disgusting thing. Bleah!" she continued with a repulsion
look on her face and putting out her tongue. Little faked
tears sprung out of her eyes.

"Alex!" said sternly my mum, "Look at you sister! Don't you
realize what you have done? You shocked her, little brat!"

"But, mum," I unwisely shouted, "she seemed not so shocked
while she was teasing me in front of all her classmates
today in school!"

"Go immediately in that corner, young man!" she shouted "And
don't dare to move an inch from there till I will say
otherwise!"

With this last order she took Karen under her harm and
leaded her toward the kitchen saying consolation words to
that little demon.

It was about one hour I was standing facing the living room
corner when I eared the front door bell rang. My corner was
exactly on the opposite side of the room respect of the
front door so everyone would be in the entrance could have a
nice view of me, naked, with my very red behind in display.

Karen went to the door. I listened her talk with someone but
I was not able to detect who was. Then she wide opened the
door saying "Barbie, Kim, Heather please, come in" Noo! I
thought in my mind. She had just made enter in the room
three of her best friends and now they were looking at me
naked in the corner.

"Hey, Karen," said one of them, "your brother is still
naked."

"Yes, Kim," she replied, "and will be in this way till his
punishment time will end."

"And when it will be?" Asked another.

"Oh, well," answered my little twerp sister, "It will take a
long, long time. He has to remain stark naked till tomorrow
afternoon when the school will end."

A gasp came from the three little girls. Right in that
moment mum came through the kitchen door.

"Oh welcome children!" she cheerfully greeted the brats,
"Karen, why don't you make your friend take a seat? Would
you like some milk and cake?"

"Yes, ma'am," they all answered, "thank you very much!"

"Alex," commanded mum, "get out of that corner and go to the
kitchen. Take some milk and cake and serve them good to your
sister's guests. March!"

I had to turn around and show my front side to the four
little girls. I went in a hurry toward the kitchen door as
to hide myself from them. I took milk and cake on a porter
and I went back in the living room. When I finished to serve
the girls I turned and started to go again toward the corner
but my mum stopped me.

"No boy," she said, "You have to remain here. You will stand
here right in front of the girls, hands on your head, and
you will serve them all they will wish."

"But mum," I started to pleaded, "you said I shocked Karen
being nude. I cannot stay here nude in front of them."

"Shut up, young men," came the reply, "You didn't shock her
for being nude, that it's not so a big deal, but for being
hard in front of her."

This make me blushed furiously. How could she embarrass me
so
much in front of my own sister and three other little girls.
 
"By the way," she added, "do everything your sister will ask
you. No arguing. No complain. And don't dare to make
anything nasty again. Do you understand, boy?"

"Yes, ma'am." I replied in a very low voice.

So there I was naked once again facing totally dressed
girls. This time more little than me. I was extremely
embarrassed. the four little girls went on for a while
speaking about silly little girls' stuffs but their eyes
were always glued on my not so much privates that were in
plain view for them to see. Despite my shame, with all that
looking at I started to feel itching in my low parts. After
a little while I saw Kim eyes open wide.

"Hey Karen," she said, mouth gapping and pointing to my
boyhood, "Look! It's growing! It's pointing upwards!"

"Oh you, dirty boy!" Exclaimed my sister, "Shame on you!
What are you doing! Mummy! Come quick! Look at Alex!"

Hollered by Karen's calls, mum run in the room and stopped
looking at me.
                                        
"What the hell are you doing, dirty boy!" she shouted.

"Look, mum," chimed in my little tormentor with an upset
look on her face, "he is always so naughty!"

"I see, sugar," agreed my mum, "Very well, Alex," she
continued turning towards me, "As your behavior seems not to
improve we'll teach you immediately a good lesson."

"But mum," I tried to pleaded with no effort already crying,
"it was not my fault, I swear"

She didn't ever look at me.

"Karen, go upstairs" she said to my little sister, "and
bring me back my hairbrush that is on the drawer in my
bedroom."

"Yes, mum, gladly!" cheerfully answer the brat running
upstairs.

"Sorry girls," said mummy to the other three little girls.
"I'm very sorry for Alex's naughty behavior. Please remain
on the couch and be pleased to attend to Alex's spanking."

"But, mum," I said in total distress, "You cannot spank me
right in front of these little girls. You just cannot!"

"Yes, I can," she sternly replied, "and will do!"

As she ended this last sentence, Karen was running in the
room handing mum's wooden hairbrush.

Mum took out one of the chair from under the table, put it
right in front of the couch and sat down.

"Over here, boy!" she commended.

I went toward her. She grabbed my wrist and immediately I
found myself draped on my mother's laps. She slaps my bare
bottom hard with her hand. First the right check, then the
left followed by another hard spank right in the middle
bridging both the checks. Again she started the sequence
with always harder spanks. To the amusement of the four
watching children, by the fifth one I was already sobbing
hard and by the tenth I was bawling like a baby. The hand
spanking went on till twenty. When I realized that her hand
was no more descending on my sore butt I started to stand up
but I felt mum's grip taking me down. THE BRUSH! I had
totally forget it! At a sign by mum Karen stood up and
handed her the brush. Suddenly a set of hard spanks rained
on my already too sore behind. In four blows my crying turns
in a steadily loud howling. My legs kicking reached a so
fast speed to make possible a waiving of a flag. Karen's
three girlfriends look agape as my behind turned from red to
crimson. The pain in my ass was unbearable. Eventually the
twentieth and last brush spank landed on my tortured behind.
Mum made me immediately stand up. I started a frantic jig
all around and my hands flew speedily on my bottom trying to
rub away some pain.

"Those hands away, Alex!" ordered my mum, "we don't want any
of that rubbing."

I managed to complied always hopping around. That made the
girls giggling at the sight of my private bouncing up and
down.

"Mum, look!" said the evil Karen, "Alex is still hard!"

"Ok, girls," she replied, "I need your help now to made this
dirty boy learn his lesson."

"Alex," she shouted at me, "go immediately on your sister's
laps!"

It should be no possible! I thought. She was not going to
let the kid spank me! ..........  Wrong! She was.

Still crying hard, I made my way towards my little sister.
Mum helped to adjust me on her laps and handed her the
brush.

"No, mum, please," I started pleading, "Don't let her use
the brush on me!"

"Karen," said my mum, "start. Please"

And she started. I bet she used all the strength her little
body could give her. By the second blows on my too sore
behind I was already howling and kicking.

"Girls," said mum to the other girls, "take an hold of his
wrists"

As they complained she put her hand on my back holding me
there.

She let Karen give me twenty hard brush spanks before to
stop her.

As I was released mum grabbed my hand and dragged me by Kim.
I was made to bend over her laps and suddenly the brush
appeared in Kim's little hand.

"Come on, Kim" said her mum, "give it him good"

Hesitantly Kim gave me the first swat that, despite of the
low strength, made me howl again.

"Harder, Kim" mom encouraged her," I don't believe that is
all you can do!"

With this invitation Kim loose all her shyness and started
to hit me very hard. As my bottom was already extra sore,
her strength was enough to made me screaming as I was to
die. She gave me twenty hard blows too and before I was able
to realized it I found myself on Barbie laps for another
trashing.

As Heather too had ended her twenty brush spanks tattoo I
wasn't able even to stand up. My bottom was now dark crimson
with many purple spots and some white blisters. I was
thinking that my skin was been peeled away from my tortured
checks. Never I had have to endure such a terrible pain.
Never I had have to endure such a shame being spanked and
made howling by little girls. Me, a big boy of twelve
bawling like a baby by the hands of four little girls of
eight. 

The only relief was that, with all that pain, my boner was
totally gone.

I was sent again in the corner, this time facing the room.
Twenty minutes later, as I was still crying hard, Karen's
three girlfriends went home. At least, now, only mum and
Karen were here looking at my nakedness.

* * *

The evening was another hell. When my father came home, one
hour later, I was spanked once again by him. Fortunately, as
he looked at my butt conditions, he gave me only ten hand
spanks. But so hard that I couldn't appreciate the favor.
Terrible was to eat my dinner sat on the kitchen wooden
chair. At least the dinner ended and I was sent directly to
my room a lot before my normal bedtime. It took a lot of
time before to be able to sleep. Tomorrow should be another
day in hell being to go to school totally naked again and
endure all the mates teasing. I fell asleep with the hope to
not get at least other spankings the day after.

Fortunately the following day I was able to avoid them but
the teasing made me died. Even the first graders teased me
and in classroom a lot of my girls mates, even Maureen,
tried to find occasions to be able to touch my naked bottom
or my privates. As for the pain I still had in my butt, all
their efforts to make me harder, and consequently spanked,
had no success. So, at least, I survived till the last bell
rang and Ms. O'Neal gave me back my clothes. At least I was
dressed again! The pain didn't leave me for the following
four days but that made me think a lot and decide to never
do naughty things again: if I'll want to see some girl
undressed well, it's better that I wait till the first of
those bratty girls will be punished. As the punishments will
be always on the bare will be certainly better then to see a
silly panties clad bottom through a keyhole. I hope that in
the near future I will be able to see my bratty sister
trashed like I was been but one thing, eventually, will be
sure: my life in this school will never ever be the same in
the future.

the end.