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All-School Assembly, Part Two

A Bunnytail Elementary School story

by Georgie Porgie

19 October 2015

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Part One
The Friday Assembly
Good Citizens
Extra Punishment
Take Your Pick
Little Nicole
Molly
Kaitlyn
Part Two
Georgia
Part Three
Hannah
Sara
School's Out

Continued from Part One


BR&T date: Friday, 16 February 1996

Georgia

The principal replaced the microphone on the stand. He tapped a button on the floor with his shoe as he passed it, turning on two microphones attached to the posts of the Spanking Frame on the table, both pointing to the center where a girl in the frame would stand. He looked at the girl in the first chair and demanded, "Get up there."

The short beautiful girl with heavenly golden curls took her box of ten tokens to the table. Standing in the frame, she repeated the principal's prompting. The microphones in the frame sent her trembling voice to the room speakers so everyone heard her. "My name is Georgia Gimble. I'm six years old. I'm in first grade. I was naughty. I didn't put my bicycle in the bicycle rack when I got to school. Now I'm going to be spanked by four different good citizens. Because I got the third-most this time, they'll each spank me an extra time, making fourteen. Because it's at least ten times, I'm going to be tied up." When boys in her class cheered, she didn't take it as a compliment.

Georgia had arrived at school last of the pack, and found the main bicycle rack full. She considered taking her bike to the overflow bike rack on the field just outside the windows of the east 5th and 6th grade classrooms, but she'd heard terrifying rumors of what happened to any girls who went there. She had heard that any girl who found the main rack full and took her bike to the overflow rack got held bent over the rack, stripped, and spanked by boys who waited there just to do that. She had no reason to doubt it. After a long fearful moment of indecision, Georgia had dropped her bicycle beside the main bicycle rack instead, forgetting that her bicycle, like every other girl's bicycle at Bunnytail Elementary, had a license plate with her name, address, birthday, age, and grade on it. Her transgression had already cost her a painful trip to the principal's office, and now she was up on the stage for deserving extra punishment.

The Good Citizen from her class must have had a special place in his heart for her, or something, since he'd gone straight to her and excitedly thrown all six of his tokens into her box. As soon as she finished her confession, he leapt to his feet and ran up to the table. Georgia would have been terrified of him and what he was going to do, even without the whole school getting to watch him do it to her, even without permission to do it to her being a reward for his 'good' behavior so he had no reason at all to hold anything back. Georgia barely suppressed her urge to run, and only because she'd seen what happened to other girls who tried it.

She knew what she was required to do. She started by taking off her Brownie vest. ("Bunnytail Council" it said prominently, informing only those who didn't already know where she was from, the large "432" proclaimed her troop number to narrow it down further, and the few Try-It badges she'd earned showed how recently she'd joined, thus hinting at her age.) She dropped it on the table, but it slipped over the edge. She reluctantly slid her cute Brownie beanie off and tossed it where she guessed her vest had landed. Then she stood frozen. Any more, and she would be undressing in front of everyone at school.

The principal growled and raised the rod he held. The boy in her class tried to growl in imitation, without coming close, but frightening her just the same. "Get 'em all off," he growled again, raising his hand as if he held the rod.

Fearfully, Georgia took off her blouse and held it to her chest, then stood in the Spanking Frame, covering her titties, already crying quietly but steadily.

The principal stepped closer. "I remind you that you'll get much worse punishment if you don't do what you're told."

Turning her right side to the the audience, Georgia dropped her blouse, then pulled down her Brownie skirt and stepped out of it. Hunching down, she slid her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly slid the soft cotton all the way down her legs, to her ankles, and stepped out. She stayed down, almost naked, one arm timidly reaching out to drop her blouse, skirt, and panties over the edge of the table with her other clothes.

"Stand up!" the principal demanded angrily, gesturing with the rod again. "Facing the room!"

She remained cowering and uncooperative, naked except for her shoes and socks, until the rod struck her bare behind harder than any of the boys could have managed. "YYYAAaaaawwwwwiiiee!" Georgia shrieked and jumped up, turning to face out at the crowd, but she kept a hand covering her pussy and tried to hide her titties as best she could.

"Go ahead, Hawthorne," the principal waved, "get her in position, since she's being stubborn."

Her classmate smiled and climbed up on the table beside her. "If you give me any trouble," he whispered in her ear cheerfully, "you know what he'll do, and his won't count!" Reaching up, he pulled a loop of cord toward him from the frame, demanding "Get your arm out here, now." When she didn't move, he pulled her arm up himself, and slid the loop of cord over her hand. He yanked the loop tight around her wrist.

"Aaaahhw!" she whimpered, while quickly shifting her other hand down to cover her pussy. "Owwww! Not so tight! Hawthorne, please!!" The microphones and the speakers ensured everyone in the room heard every ounce of distress in her voice. Enough laughter resulted that she could hear that, too, from all the way up on the stage.

"If you don't want the next one that tight, you better raise your arm yourself," he warned, pulling the next loop of cord away from the frame and holding it out within her reach. He only gave her a couple of seconds, more than enough, but she didn't move. He grabbed her wrist and raised her arm high, slipped the loop over her hand, and yanked the cord several times to tighten it. "You had your chance," he snickered when she screamed and whimpered.

Georgia crouched down, keeping her knees together, as low as she could with her wrists tied to the upper frame, but she couldn't hide much, and couldn't turn very far to the side without standing even higher.

"Now I'm going to lift you so you can reach the frame right where the cord is tied to it. See there?" He picked the girl up by her waist and raised her. He may have been in first grade, but he was strong for his age, and besides, he'd been held back a grade already, and she was a light little girl, so he had no trouble holding her. "Now wrap the cord around the hook above where it's tied, then around the hook below it, then back around the hook above it," he instructed. "Then do the same on the other side. If you take too long, I'll just drop you and let Principal Winters have you. And his won't count."

Fearing the principal's involvement, she did as she'd been told. With her arms straight out, Georgia found she could do what he demanded, on both sides, taking up slack in the cords and leaving both sides hooked even higher than they had been. She didn't see the problem until he let go of her.

"Yaaa! YYyaaaahhh!! AAauuuuwww!! AAWWwwwwwh!!" she screamed as all of her weight pulled the cords tight on her wrists. "AAAYYYWWWHH! Ohhwww Hawthorrrrne! Oh please aaahhhwwww!! Ohhhwww oowwwiee!!" She hung by her wrists alone, her shoes far from the table, squirming and wailing in fear and pain. Her desperate screams and wails carried to the far corners of the room even without help from the speakers, but with their assistance, everyone heard her like they were right there beside her. "Awww Uhhh Aaawww! Uhh AAwwww! Uuhhh AAAUUUUWWWwww!!" she sobbed, hanging limply.

"Now get your shoes and socks off," Hawthorne commanded. "You're to be tied and spanked naked," he told her smugly. "Completely naked!"

Georgia pushed weakly at the heel of one of her shoes, without success. The shiny white surface on both toe and heel provided little traction, and the thick straps buckled across the top held the shoes on firmly. Even the frilly lace from her ankle socks interfered by getting in the way at times. Still sobbing, she protested, "Aaawwwwhh! I can't, I can't."

"Better try harder, or the principal will give you some help!" her classmate threatened.

Hanging by her wrists in excruciating pain, Georgia desperately tried again to push her shoes off, kicking futilely to get any purchase on the slick surface without any support. At last, by using the side of her shoe, she managed to loosen both of her shoes and nudge them off to drop to the table.

Hawthorne shoved her shoes away, off the table to land on her panties, and insisted, "Socks too." He moved to be able to watch her performance from the front, until voices from the audience urgently demanded that he get out of the way. The most insistent voice came from the principal, who was off to the side of the stage so his view wasn't blocked anyway.

Pushing her silky socks off without help also proved to be very difficult. Getting her toe, covered in one sock, hooked into the top of her other sock to push it down took try after try, failure after failure, as she hung there helpless and bawling, so the principal stepped up and swatted her a couple of times (and they didn't count!) to encourage her to hurry. At long last, Georgia had one sock off, and the other soon followed.

When she'd finished stripping herself completely naked in front of the whole school, Georgia felt Hawthorne pull her leg out to the side so he could put a cord on her ankle. He slipped it over her bare foot and yanked on it. Georgia whimpered and pleaded "No! Naaw! Ohhh please! Not so tiiight, Hawthorne!"

Someone in the middle of the audience yelled "Tiiighter, Hawthorne!!" Several others laughed, and a few cheered.

He smiled and waved. Watching her closely, he yanked it even tighter.

"AAUawww! Please, no, ohhhh please Hawthorne! Pleeease Hawthorrrrrne!!"

He pulled her other leg out wide and put a cord tightly on her other ankle, then wrapped the cords around more hooks to force her legs wider apart. Georgia's pussy lips slowly parted as her pussy opened up, and her little clitty popped out, showing to everyone in the school, though many of them might have wished for a closer view, at the least.

Georgia kept whimpering "Plleease Hawthorne, pleeeeease Hawthorne!!"

He laughed and leaned close to her, speaking quietly, but the microphones picked it up anyway. "Don't worry, Georgia! Everything I'm doing is to please Hawthorne!"

Now that she was completely helpless and spread naked, Georgia was ready to be spanked by Hawthorne and three other very deserving Good Citizens, in front of all of the witnesses she could see, at the least.

"AAAAUUuughhh!! YYAAUUUaawww!!" Georgia howled and shrieked as he landed one brutal swat after another on her tender bare bottom. Her involuntary squirming only made the cords on her wrists and ankles hurt worse than ever. "AAAHHHhhhhhww! HUHH HUUAAAAaaahhhhw! Huhh YYAAAaaawwwwhh!"

Hawthorne had a strong arm for a first-grader, and he knew how to use it, at least that way. Georgia kept howling even when he paused, so he paused often. When at last he finished with his seven brutal swats, he stepped back, pleased, and handed the rod to the next boy. He turned and got a cheery 'thumbs up' from a sixth-grade boy. The next three boys took their turns, slowly giving the gorgeous honey-haired girl seven more swats between them as she screamed and wailed. The principal kept her there bawling for an extra minute, then had the boys untie her cords so she could go sit down.

It took her another minute to weakly stumble back to her chair, sobbing all the way. Georgia turned and sat very gingerly in her chair, arms by her side like Kaitlyn and Molly, but unlike them, she hadn't even any socks left.


To be Continued in Part Three... eventually



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