Pinky has no pants on.

[Uro]

"What, WHOA!" Natalie paused, then flinched back. Then freezed. She saw a thing. It was a butt. Pinky's butt. It took her a moment to recognize his frame, head and clothes from behind. "... Pinky?"

Pinky reflexively twitched, his left buttock then his right slightly clenching in turns as his feet shuffled.

Didn't he hear her walking? She pondered. She thought back vaguely to stories about kids who got spanked and waited in the corner, but was otherwise ignorant of his predicament.

"Heh." She smirked at how silly this was but then frowned, as Pinky grabbed his legs, before letting go and anxiously shuffling, trying desperately to not appear to think he had any power to be mad, a delusion he knew to be untrue.

*How awful it must be. Well..* She realized that he was in fact waiting for a spanking. For him, this wasn't funny. He was an annoying nerdy kid. If someone normally ran around with their pants off it might be silly, but he clearly had no say in the matter. But then it made it even funnier. Somehow. She didn't think of herself as cruel, but for some reason Natalie was getting immense schadenfreude. It was obvious that this once annoyingly talkative boy was terrified of saying anything and hated that his bottom was exposed to her and anyone else who had reason to pass. She momentarily concentrated on her own ass and wondered how embarrassing it is for this nerd, who had always been shy to show skin, to have his rather meaty boyish butt feeling cold air and the wind of anyone walking quickly and closely. The windows were open and it was breezy. And that anyone could see it. Natalie had never shown her ass to everyone the way Pinky was showing his, but knew it was an odd, giddy feeling when she showed her breasts and rear end to her lovers, and even when she went streaking with her girlfriends. But everyone knew Pinky was a virgin, and this wasn't kinky. Her classmate was going to be spanked.

" Pinky... Are you going to.. Be.. Is someone going to, spank you?" She observed how he ducked with his knees and cringed at his neck while his arms closed and tensed, before he stood straight again and tried breathing deeply, tho his arms were still tense and he was now shaking.

"Who's going to spank you, what did you do? Why are you getting spanked for?" She was so sweet but made Pinky wonder why even was she still asking questions. Could he be spanked for not answering, and also for talking while in corner time? Was she going to see? It was only a momentary after school errand she had made time for and she was in no rush. Other students outside of the room and down a narrow hall hadn't noticed any reason to explore this tertiary office, but many were rushing through the larger hallway to get to their parents and buses.

She snapped a pic with her phone, then recorded a quick video before walking down the shorter hallway into the larger one. She texted the pic and vid to her friends before posting it on social media, stating that she was dropping off a form when she saw Pinky standing like that in the corner. Just as she shared this with the web she noticed a classmate she thought highly of, briskly marching with a pair of friends from class on their way home. She motioned for them to come near.

"You won't believe this." She showed Izabela the video on her phone.

"Where's this? When?" Izzy asked, and Natalie pointed down the short hall at the middle door, which she had left half open, much to Pinky's distress. The school full of marching and banter was far worse than the cold silence. He already had to deal with hearing muffled fun through a closed door, but now anyone might stumble in and see! He could hear the door creaking now.

"PWAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! WOW AHAHA! HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA!" Izzy's 2 friends walked in and also burst out laughing. Several other students were curious to hear such sudden and intense laughter in an extra hall.

"What's going on, what is it?"

"You won't believe this! Look at Pinky!" Izzy shouted before walking to the end of the short hall where she could announce loudly to everyone that

" Pinky ISN'T WEARING ANY PANTS! HE'S STANDING IN THE CORNER LIKE A LITTLE BOY! HE'S NAKED FROM HIS BELLY BUTTON TO HIS FEET AND HE'S STANDING IN THE CORNER LIKE A LITTLE BOY ABOUT TO BE SPANKED!! I REALLY THINK Pinky IS GOING TO GET SPANKED!!"

Pinky had already been crying but was quietly sobbing until now, jumping in place when the girl shouted the word "SPANKED" and loudly wailed both times he jumped at the word. His crying quickly became far more bitter; he was unable to quiet himself and horrified at the laughter.

Pleasantly surprised, a few cliques of girls slinked inside, one small pair, trio or squad of girls, after another strolled in, and some felt more awkward than others but all felt rushes of joyous energy.

"Do you really think he's going to be spanked?" A girl asked, also emphasizing the last word but not shouting, almost whispering.

"Weh-" Pinky actually whined like an infant and was instantly mortified by his own physical reaction! The very word spanked had him rapidly clench and unclench his butt several times as he shook it neurotically like it was reflexively dodging any possible spanking at any moment. He stomped in place as the girls laughed as euphorically as the most ecstatic circus. His initial cry instantly provoked an outburst which would have eventually calmed down if not for the unintentional dancing that wound the room of girls up into something that sounded hauntingly deranged to the poor little brat shuffling with his entire lower body exposed, unable to face his audience even if he was allowed to.

The girls started admonishing him.

"You're getting a spanking! I'm sure of it!"

"I'm sure he deserves it!"

"I want to know who's going to spank you!"

"I wonder what he did."

"Pinky, when you're allowed to talk, I'm going to ask you everything. I think you'll be better off answering."

"Oh, look!"

An adult woman marched forth into the office. Her very footsteps made Pinky shake worse than before and verbally quivered. He already had gone pale with goosebumps just waiting for her and dreading every moment, and now the nightmare he was terrified of was real, casually speeding closer.

"Hello girls." She waved softly to her new class.

Pinky was in fact waiting for a spanking.


"If you're wondering if my son Pinky is going to get spanked or who's going to spank him, you'll have no doubts when I'm spanking him! I'm that brat's mother and if you want to know why this little boy is going to get Spanked, wait around and watch him write lines with his, Spanked bare bottom pointing to all of you. If you don't believe me yet, you will when you See Me Spanking Pinky right now."

Pinky was already so self conscious about his bare buttocks sticking out, uncovered and facing girls, vividly pictured what it would look like when his butt was red and welted. His mom scolding him and openly speaking of spanking him was worse than the already awkward humiliation of standing bottomless in time out.

**SLAPP!!** "OWW!" She spanked her son once with a sideways slap on the outer side of one buttock, rotated her palm, and immediately brought her hand down again on the same buttock, but this time struck from the crevice outward.

**SLAPP!!** "AAHHHA! MAWM!"

She slapped his left buttock next, from the crevice diagonally towards his hip, then back down the same way.

**SLAPP** "AHHHAOWW" **SLAPP** "AWAH! OWWHU"

She yanked his shoulder, forcing him to turn around and he instinctively covered his tiny genitals, but it was too late and it didn't matter anyway. Pinky knew they all saw it, and would all see it more.

'PWHAAH! THAT'S JUST PATHETIC!"

"AHHAHA"

"THAT'S TINY!"

"I DIDN'T KNOW THEY COULD BE THAT SMALL!"

"WOW YOU POOR VIRGIN FOR LIFE LITTLE BOY! AHAHAHA"

Pinky held his hands over his boyhood as his mom spanked him along the wall to the other side of the office. Pinky's arms reflexively shot back several times to futilely attempt deflecting spanks, and sometimes rabidly grabbing at his face and in the air.

The girls loved the sight of it all. None of them really cared for Pinky, and while some were often kinder than others, they all felt a bond over witnessing Pinky getting spanked across the room.

It seemed like such a silly sight, a classmate their own age getting punished in such a juvenile way that none of them would ever have thought they'd witness. They loved feeling the power to watch what he hated that they could see, that his mom punished him in the most humiliating way that no one else ever was, that his mom spanks him with no regard for his dignity, that his tiny privates weren't private at all and only because his mother was spanking him standing bare butt and stomping across the room. His concerns of vulnerability as irrelevant as an infant's, and butt getting spanked around with loud heavy smacks in every direction, all brought immense pleasure to these girls. Dopamine and Serotonin filled their heads and every girl felt more and more of a rush egged on by the energy of squealing peers.

When she had reached a large chair, Pinky's mom sat and yanked him down over her lap. His belly was on her left leg and his thighs on her right, and his pelvis between her spread jean clad legs.

>:D went all the girls.

"oA mommy noo!" *Pinky held his face as his his mom bent him over her lap.

"This is worth getting a detention!" One girl insisted when it seemed some considered leaving.

"Yeah." They resolved to stick around enjoy the show. Some had seen a few male genitals in person, a few had seen many, and most had seen at least pictures, but even the most innocent of them figured Poopoopants's flaccid penis, would be the smallest they would ever see such a thing in their lives.

"Don't any of you worry about that. If he wants you to not see his heiny getting slapped around, he'll act better. None of you have to go anywhere, I'll inform your teachers." Pinky's mom reassured the gaggle of girls laughing- some boisterous, some giggling- that they were free to watch Pinky get spanked. "He's a naughty little boy, so I spank him, and you can remind him that you were here, to shame him into behaving, so I want you all to be present and see how Pinky gets his bare butt slapped up."

"Ohgjf! Mawmee no!" Pinky was getting spanked in front of a classroom full of girls, the plainest were pretty and the hottest were drop dead sexy, but none would be his, ever. His previously pale bare bottom was now pink and turning redder. Pinky's mom spanked him. He shook and spun, revealing his tiny penis even more, and was spanked and made fun of while he pointlessly and uncontrollably flailed.

They could all see his butthole and how little self control he had, unable to stop the slaps raining on ass that jumped wildly around and just as unable to stop himself from trying to fling himself from over his mom's lap and deflect or soften the palm slapping his backside.

Looking behind himself at his ass getting slapped, he could see the circle of girls pointing their phones at him and all smiling, like a rainbow of sadism. Each girl was cute if not gorgeous, and each clearly agreed with his punishment, happy that the naughty little boy in front of them was having pain spanked into his butt and the brattiness spanked out of him, unendingly.

"Ahahahaha! Oh the look on his face!" A particularly mean blonde girl felt immense physical pleasure rush through her own face as she considered how humiliated he was that everyone could see how he humiliated he was, how he clearly couldn't stop himself from showing how embarrassing his predicament was, that his ass right behind him was getting smacked like it was a cross between leather cushion and a button, made just to be slapped red to pain and embarrass Pinky.

"Ahahaha! Eheheheahahaha!" An even more beautiful blonde girl could hardly breathe between her heavy giggling. She was known as a sweetheart and had never been mean to anyone nor had she ever gotten spanked in her life, though she had once seen a toddler get a single smack, and the sight of an adult boy in front of her flailing over his mom's lap so that she could spank him for many long minutes, and how he was powerlessly begging and struggling with everything he had, brought her joy that multiplied by the social reassurance of the many girls laughing with her at the brat getting his heiny slapped every which way.