Mona
My life was pretty routine till Dad lost his job and had to take a lower paying one forcing us to move to a poorer neighborhood just as I entered junior high.
The school was a little scary, and depressing. I was used to a pretty brick school with lawns and landscaping. This school looked like a big grey factory with bars on the windows surrounded by an asphalt parking lot. Rather than our tennis courts there were just pipes coming out of the asphalt with raggedy basketball hoops and even the football field was just dirt. Most of the boys and girls dressed as punk rockers with the girls wearing cut off T-shirts and short shorts or micro skirts to bare their stomachs below their navels and show their legs almost to their crotches. I was used to a dress code and was totally out of place in my white blouse and skirt to my knees. They were also rowdy running down the halls and yelling obscenities to each other. I was embarrassed to see girls being kissed and fondled in the halls. The girls didn't seem to mind when the boys lifted their skirts to squeeze butt cheeks when they were hugged and kissed. I was shy and did not know what to do when a boy said, "Hey. You must be a new girl." and casually patted my butt then said, "Nice ass!" except to blush and whimper.
At the indoctrination I was told that since so many of the kid's were delinquent the school had introduced corporal punishment.
I told them I was a good girl and had never made trouble at my old school but the principal seemed unconvinced. He said, "You are in puberty now and there will be hormonal changes that may change your personality."
I dreaded going to school but I knew it would not do any good to complain to my folks since we could not afford to move back to our old neighborhood.
I didn't make any friends since I was so shy and the other girls just teased me about my uncool clothes and since I tried to avoid them said loudly to other girls, "That's the new girl. She thinks she is better than us." They thought I was a wimp and would just giggle when one of the boys would pinch my butt to make me blush and whine to be let alone.
It got worse at my first gym class. Unlike my old school that had shower stalls this school just had shower nozzles coming out of the wall in a large room with floor drains. I was embarrassed to be naked in front of all those girls so I took a nozzle at the corner to be able to face the wall and hide my front.
To my surprise and embarassment a big girl stepped behind me to reach around my sides and grab my boobies with both hands to turn me around and said, "Check out these tits! The boys will love them!"
I struggled blushing to my toes in disbeleif someone would treat me this way further embarrassed by the feel of her wet breasts on my back and her pubic hair pressing in to my butt. Struggling just brought harder squeezes to my breasts so I stood there shaking in fear whimpering, "No! Please leave me alone."
The other girls just watched in amuzement with one saying, "Bitch. You had better stay away from my man!"
I whimpered, "I don't want any of your boys."
She said, "Oh. You think you are too good for them."
I was even more embarrassed when she turned me around to press her breasts into mine and slapped my butt to make a sharp sting, saying "Check out this big round ass. It just begs for spanking. The principal is going to love it!"
That was the last straw. I broke loose and ran to my locker crying and dressing as fast as I could while they laughed.
They must have told their boyfriends what a wimp I was not to fight more because it did not take long for the boys to find out I would just blush and cry when they molested me. I began to dread class breaks and lunch because they would huddle around me to fondle me while I cried listening to their threats to fuck me or make me suck their dicks.
If that wasn't bad enough I was sent to detention because one of the girls copied off my test paper and I could not convince the teacher I had not cooperated.
I was hoping for just a bawling out or to have to stay after school but this was not to be.
Gloria, the girl who looked on my paper, Myrna, whose crime I did not know and I were led into a bare room behind the principal's office.
I was really scared. I had never been spanked in my life but knew it would hurt enough to make me struggle because there were ropes with leather cuffs on the ends and other cuffs on the floor to hold the person being spanked in position.
The principal explained the procedure:
"As some of you know you have the option of being spanked with this," he held up a paddle about two feet long, six inches wide and an inch thick, "Or you may be flogged with this." He held up a whip with six leather thongs about an inch wide and over two feet long.
The paddle will leave bruises since it is heavy and the same area is hit over and over. However you will be able to maintain your dignity to some extent since you will be clothed. The whip will just turn you red since it can be spread over a larger area but it must be used on bare skin to be effective.
Myrna your offence was making a disturbance in the hall. Your punishment will be twenty swats. How do you want them?"
Myrna began to plead crying, "Please don't spank me. It was not my fault. The boy's were teasing and tickling me. They are the ones who should be punished!"
"We are not here to argue! Several witnesses reported you had encouraged the tickling."
"But that was the boys and their friends! It isn't fair!"
"Myrna! If you don't stop this I will make it thirty swats. Now how do you want it?"
"I can't get naked in front of a man! Use the paddle."
I knew just how she felt. I thought I would die first and when Gloria whispered, "Take the whip. I have tried both. The paddle makes you sore for days, the whip stops hurting within an hour." I just ignored her.
I found out the paddle did not leave a great deal of dignity either. After Myrna's legs were tied about three feet apart to the legs of a table and her wrists tied to the legs on the other side they lifted her skirt up to her waist and held it in place with a belt to reveal her white panties.
I found out the spanking was a team effort. The principal stood by her left side and his mannish looking secretary to her right and took turns swatting her butt with frightening loud "Splat!" sounds. To my surprise The principal did not hit as hard as his woman secretary who hit so hard she grunted with every two handed stroke and smiled at Myrna's screams.
I stood there in shock watching the paddle sink into Myrna's butt cheeks over and over with loud "Splats!" until the skin got so red you could see it darken through her panties.
Finally it was over and they let her down. She was so weak from the ordeal she sank to the floor in the corner sobbing and trying to soothe her butt by stroking it with her hands.
Now it was Gloria's turn. She was told that since it was her third offence she would get thirty swats. She chose the whip. I could hardly believe her lack of modesty. She kicked off her shoes then calmly slid off her jeans, pulled off her sweater, showing a tiny bra and bikini panties. Even that was not enough! She reached behind her back to take off her bra to show round firm breasts with pink nipples then slid down her panties to show the tight crack of her pussy under sparse blonde hair.I blushed for her as the principal obviously enjoyed watching her strip. She began to whimper while she spread her legs to slightly open the lips of her pussy for them to be tied to the floor and held out her hands for the cuffs with ropes to a hook in the ceiling.