Shock of my life by Janie np

[PhilMarlowe]

Shock of my life by Janie np

Shock of my life
Thu Jul 14, 2016 1:26pm

When I was in the sixth grade, I was rather tall compared to other girls. I was a little bit sassy, even snotty to some kids. One was a slightly smaller girl from a less prosperous family I will call Angie, whom I loathed. Perhaps that's what led me to torture her the whole school year, who knows. If I had realized what a tough little girl she was, I would have never have done what I did.

Anyhow, to get on with the story, I was making fun of her rather plain clothes and shabby dress. I, of course was an elite, with very nice clothes for a young girl (my mother doted on me). So at morning recess, I was busy making fun of her, and my humiliation was having its effect. She was in a fit. Recognizing this, I moved closer to her, and put my hand up against her chest to shove her backwards, in a dominating sort of move.

WHAM!!!!!!!!

In a brief moment, she unloaded an uppercut into my head like I could never have imagined, much less by a small girl. It sent me reeling; I was delirious. Before I hardly realized it I staggered backwards, then she was on me taking me down to the pavement. I was just starting to get to my senses when WHAM WHAM, she punched me two more times. This sent me back onto my shoulders again, repeating the first blow's effect nearly taking me out once more.

While I was still recovering from this second cut, she was on top of me, taking advantage of my confusion from her several shocking strikes. Completely confused, Angie very quickly wrestled my loose dress up (Southern California in May was hot, so I wore my cute smock sundress), entangling my arms and straddling my chest. In a heartbeat I was fully exposed, and immobilized. My only incoherent thought was to plead with her to get off and let me go.

"No, No, Janie, you f*cking b*tch! Forget the *** tears!!!", she swore. She was mad. "You're going to get what you've deserve, now, b*tch!" With one final yank, she ripped my panties off my butt to my knees, sliding them down to my ankles and then finally up over my feet. A few kids started to gather around. Here was the best show of the whole school year! -- a white Caucasian girl in a mostly Hispanic school. That must have made it fascinating to view -- an interracial catfight. I'm not sure if any boys had ever seen a catfight, but it wasn't much of a fight, really. I had very little fighting experience to use. Suddenly kids were swarming around us, with me on display. Meanwhile, my opponent was gloating. Sitting on my bare chest, above my naked torso, my dress yanked up just about over my shoulders, Angie enjoyed herself, waving my panties in the air in a victory display wildly to show she did.

For the next five minutes I got a humiliating harangue in mixed Spanish/American tongue of what a b*tch I was (& I was) and what she would do to me next, as I begged for mercy crying (no actually I bawled). Meantime, the crowd of kids around me in a circle grew, drawing the attention of the teacher's, who then came over to break it up and calm everything down. Physically beat up and exposed by a smaller girl, in front of a large crowd of kids, I was in tears. Now I had the most perfect humiliation you could ever imagine. The teacher who came over to pull her off, Mr. LeBouef -- was MY TEACHER NO LESS, A MAN!!!. Helping me to get up handing back my panties for me to put on, smoothing down my dress, I felt so ashamed, needing help to put everything back on. I was so disheveled; my dress seemed ruined. I had to wear the torn dress the rest of the day, still partially exposing my panties to gawks, giggles and stares of all despite the safety pins they put on. It ruined my ego the rest of the year. Snotty girl I was no more!!! Fortunately, it was only a month before the end of the school term, or I would have never survived. As it was, every free morning moment, I felt it again and remembered my shame in front of everyone. I imagined they were all still staring at me, in my undressed state, sex exposed. (Furthermore, since I had started it, I was the one who risked being expelled.... I couldn't believe how ironic that was.)

The next fall, in Junior High School, I suffered reminders of my humiliating experience the previous year. Kids stared at me. Girls whispered behind my back in hushed tones (psst: "that's the girl who was stripped at Col Nichols Elementary School....pssst pssst ...") The only positive thing, if you can imagine one, is that boys wanted to meet me; so too were the other girls. Even though I was too young for dating, really, other kids (mostly older young tweenies) wanted me to hang out with them. I was popular for getting stripped!!! lol And once they got to know me , most of my new JHS friends -- especially the girls -- all wanted to know how I felt having my clothes torn off, getting shamefully displayed and humiliated in front of everyone, including my friends. I was always honest, and honestly, it felt terrible. (Is that hard to believe?) On the other hand, I deserved it for what I had done. I had been a mean bully girl who got what she deserved in the end.

Okay the moral is, I have tried to never be mean or nasty to any other kids, especially girls, for ANY reason ever since. For a former snotty 10-year old white girl, that lesson served me well ever since.

luv, Janie