THE CLUB by ALLENE
THE CLUB 1
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Dad got transferred and I had to go to a new school a lot different from my old
one. My old school was in a small town where everybody knew each other and the
school was small enough for the teachers to give me a lot of help. I didn't kid
myself about being too bright. The kids used to love to tell me outlandish
stories which I would believe until I repeated them and was laughed at.
It wasn't like they were being mean I guess I was just an easy target by being
so gullible.
Even when I was little boys would come to me when we were in a private place and
say, "This is white pantie day. Are you wearing white panties? Most of my
panties were white so I would say, "Yes." He would say, "Let me see." Not
knowing there was anything wrong with that I would pull up my skirt to show him.
He said, "Good if you were wearing the wrong color you would have to be
spanked." That scared me. Mom's spankings really hurt.
I believed him and asked which color was on which day and he gave me a list of
the color for each day. I went home to Mom and said I need new panties. When she
asked why I suddenly remembered she had got upset when she saw me twirling in
the front yard and yelled, "Quit showing off your panties in public!" That made
it seem alright in private but since i had pulled up my skirt in the schoolyard
it may be "public" so I lied and said they were too tight. She agreed I was
growing and we went to the store. I brought out my list to make sure I had the
right colors. When she asked about it I said I wanted a different color everyday
to be sure I was changing them. She went along with that saying, "Good idea I
noticed sometimes in the weekly wash you only have three or four pairs in the
basket.
From then on I checked the list everyday to make sure I had the right color.He
must have spread the word because now more boys asked me and I always pulled up
my skirt proudly to show I had the right ones.
Suddenly I became popular. Boys that had never paid any attention to me became
friendly.
Then one day four boys were playing in the park when I walked by. the boy that
had first asked me stopped me to say, "Are you wearing the right color? When I
said yes he wanted to see but I said, "No. this is in public."
He said, "No problem. I know a private place. Come on guys."
They ran over then he led me down the street to an abandoned building out all by
itself. I wasn't worried because I was sure I had the right color but that day I
was wearing a jumpsuit and knew in order to show them I would have to take it
off leaving me only in the panties. Mom had yelled at me for running around in
the yard in just my panties but then I realized our yard was open which would
make it publiic.
They gathered around me and Tom said, "Okay. Let's see."
I unzipped it then let it slide down to the floor. I blushed when one of the
boys said, "She is growing up. Look she is getting boobies." They were just
round bumps but I had been watching them grow and had stood in front of the
mirror to feel them and wonder if they would get as big as Mom's.
This time it was not a quick look. they walked around me to see from every
angle. "One of them said, "Well they are pink alright." but then Tom poked me in
my lower tummy and said, "Yeah but what about this?" I looked down to see him
pressing on a red flower just above my pubic bone."
I said quaveringly, "But it is just a little of the wrong color." hoping I could
avoid the spanking.
Tom said, "Yeah maybe we should give her a break. Just five spanks instead of
ten." Another said, "Yeah five apiece."
It ddn't take me long to figure that added up to twenty and I whimpered, "Oh
gosh twenty? Mom never gives me more than ten."
Tom said,"Don't worry. For first offense they won't be hard." I was so dumb I
thanked him for giving me a break.
Then he said, "Naturally you can't be running around in the wrong color panties.
Take them off."
I hesitated. Mom had always pulled down my panties for a spanking but this was
when it was just her and me. I had never been naked in front of boys before. I
decided it was okay since we were in private and pulled them down to step out of
them and the jumpsuit.
Tom said, "Okay we have to pick the perfect place to spank you." it didn't occur
to me that they were stalling to keep me naked as long as possible.
Tom led me around looking at boxes and benches but none were just right until he
noticed a pole on the floor.They began gathering wood crates to lay the pole
over so it was waist high. then told me to bend over it. I began to whmper
knowing the spanking would start soon. I braced myself for the pain.
A palm came down on my buttcheek. To my surprise it was just a light sting
nothing like the pain of Mom's hairbrush. The sting came to my other buttcheek
but no worse and I felt relieved. The stings continued with slight delays as a
new boy took his turn but it was never bad and I noticed a feeling that had
never happened with Mom. My butt became real warm but not hot like Mom and the
stings seemed to radiate to my crotch giving me almost the same feeling as I got
when I played with the little nubbin at the top of my slit.
Suddenly it was over and I was sorry it was because it seemed to be leading to
something wonderful.
I stood up noticing but not caring the boys had moved from my rear to my front
staring at my little slit as I trembled in excitement. until Tom brought over my
jumpsuit saying, "Naturally you can't wear the wrong color panties. I put them
in your pocket."
I slipped them on as Tom said, "You are a brave girl. You didn't even cry."
"Uhhuh.Thank you for not hitting too hard."
"Thats Okay but remember second offense will be worse."
I walked home feeling the seat of the jumpsuit moving on my bare tingling bottom
all the way home. Mom was gone and I went to my room to look at my butt. It was
red but the red was fading fast again not like Mom.
I laid down on my bed and my chenille bedspread seemed to increase the tingle
and my finger went to my nubbin. I rubbed it as I squirmed on the bed until
suddenly I felt this fantastic feeling. I knew it was the feeling I had come
close to during my spanking.
That went on for a couple of years. I am ashamed to admit now that sometimes I
deliberately wore the wrong color. The spankings did get worse but the boys were
smart enough not to hurt me so much Mom would notice I had trouble sitting. On
the second spanking I saw the boys had made changes in the building. The pole
was now bolted to two big posts and they had added soft ropes to the foot of the
posts, "To keep me in place" That pulled my legs widely apart and I knew they
had a great view of my crotch but that just added to the excitement. They went
from hands to a ping pong paddle and finally a willow switch but never too hard
so Mom would be alerted.
I didn't find out the whole thing was bogus until we started gym classes and I
saw girls in the locker room in panties of all colors.
I confronted Tom but he just said, "Don't be mad. You know you enjoyed it."
It was true and I knew I could never tell anyone about it. To tell the truth I
was kind of sorry I found out because I was never spanked again.
