We started slowly doing things we were not supposed to do, and myself got bold enough to speak with a friend while he was explaining the lesson. I had the bad luck of being the straw that breaks the camel's back, or maybe he decided just to make an example of my punishment. He pointed his finger to me and summoned me to his presence. I did reluntantly. He sat on his table, while I approached. When I had reached him, he ordered me to lower my shorts. I was still wearing shorts at my parents dictated orders, although I didn't like it at all, since most of my friends had long ago turned to grown-up trousers and jeans.
When I heard him, I panicked and reared an step. He ordered me again with stronger voice and leaving no doubt he expected to be obeyed. The problem was that precisely that day my mom had no clean underpants for me and she had given me to wear as underclothes a piece of knickers from my one year younger sister. I was not too smart at the time, but I had a pretty good idea what would happen if the rest of the class were to see me in that outfit.
While I was paralized and unable to come with any idea to take me out of this predicament, he lost patience, pulled me from an arm, laid me over his knees, and began spanking my ass unmercifully, while I shouted and thanked inwardly my fortune for still wearing the shorts. But my luck had run out much earlier, because as soon he calmed a bit, he made me stand a moment while practically forced my shorts down.
With them came the knickers, which he paid no attention to, but the class soon became aware of them and the choruses of laughs and derisory comments arrived clearly to my ears while I rested again over his knees and he emplyed himself viciously on my ass, now devoid of any protection, and my skin felt the contact of the tigth denim he used on the other side of my ass. He was strong and sportive, and he showed it with the strength of his arms, the way he hold me, and the pain he inflicted in me.
When he finished, he sent me to a corner of the classroom, instructing me especifically not to rise my shorts, to show the rest of the class the consequences of bad behaviour.
I stayed there knelled the rest of the class, my bottom sore beyond description, and my ears still ringing with the abuse I received and surely I would receive. Before leaving class, the teacher invited the rest of the class to examine my bottom to make sure everybody learned the lesson. Some even dared to touch it. When the rest of the class had left, he ordered me out without further comments.
Outside I ran like mad, but I did not arrive far. I found myself with a wall of some guys of the class, the most bullying and strong, who obviously wanted to have more fun with me. They cornered me in a blind alley and ordered me to show again my knickers. I refused and they started pushing me around, soon one took hold of my shirt and left me naked the waist up. Next, with a little of force between a couple of them, pulled my shorts also, but carefully left me my knickers. Some of the words they were telling me I was not even aware of their meaning. They started debating what else they could do with me while they had me on the floor, resting his feet on me so as to prevent me from escaping.
Ideas soon began to pour out. First I had to lick the shoes of all of them. Then I was placed in the middle of a circle, and a contest of spitting developed, with winner whoever placed his spit in a more interesting place (still undefined). When they got bored with it, someone noted that he had to pee and I was the perfect latrine. I started drinking more piss than water I normally drank in a day, and when something dropped I had to lick it from the ground.
Then they decided to make a contest to see who kicked the strongest. They would use my ass as a target, and the distance I jumped the measure of their success. With my already sore ass, this punishment came like fire, I shouted, I cried, but they were unmoved, and carried the game to its bitter end, the winner proclaiming himself my owner for the rest of the day. Tomorrow they would do another to give me as slave to other.
Not surprisingly, the winner was one of the strongest, wide for his age, green eyes, scarcely talkative, he took me to his house. No one was home, so he took me to his room, where he ordered me again to get naked. He tied my wrists to the post of the bed, leaving me in a 90 degree angle. He left the room a moment to come back with a wooden paddle, which as soon as I saw it I knelled asking him to have some mercy. He gagged me with his socks, and began spanking me for the third day in the day. I tried to shout, or cry through the gag, but nothing worked. I suffered this new punishment even worse than the others. I don't know how long lasted, but finally he stopped, and I began to feel something in my bottom. I didn't know at the time, nor even knew that that could be done, but he was _f_u_c_k_ing me. After he exploded inside me, he gave me my clothes and practically threw me out of the side door.