Though Tommy and I were best friends, we stiill got each other into trouble. We got caught fighting, and that was a quick way to get spanked in our school.We were picked up by the teached, we were only 7 at the time, and taken straight to the Head.
He was in, and we were brought in front of him. This was our first time, so he explained what would happen. We would have to strip to our underpants in the outer office, and then come right back. We would thenn be pit over his knee, and our asses spanked 10 times. Then he would pull our underpants down, and spank us another 10 times.
We went back into the outer office, and started to strip. The problem being, the outer door was open, and several people came by and watched us strip. There was nothing we could do, this was all part of the ritual.
Tommy was wearing a pair of shorts and shirt, I was the same. There was no point in beating about the bush, we would get spanked no matter how long we took. I dropped my shorts, and pulled off my shirt, standing there in just a pair of whiote jockey underpants. Tommy dropped his shorts, and removed his shirt, and was left in a pair of Flintstone boxer shorts. At that we went back in.
Tommy went first. He was picked up and put over the Heads knee, with his ass sticking up in the air. The Head picked up the ruler uswd for these occasions, and brought it down on Tommys ass. CRACK! The scream could be hear around the office. Crack! No scream now, just a cry. Crack! Tommy began to beg, but to no avail. H strugled, tried to cover his ass with his hand, and still the ruler cracked on his ass. After 10, he was made to stand up, and his underpants pulled down. The spanking had all ready made his ass red, and now the bare ass spanking made it even redder. By the end, there was no part that was not covered in red spanks.
Tommy was put down, and told to go stand in the corner. Now it was my turn, and I stepped forward. The Head picked me up, and after sitting down, laid me over his knee. My _d_i_c_k_, not large at this time, hung down between his legs, and my ass was high. In spite of my resolve not to cry, the spanking was to much, and after the third stroke, I was crying and begging for it to end. When he pulled my underpants own, I knew a new pain like I had never had before. My ass felt like it had been covered in hot metal, and I was crying like a baby.
When it was over, we were allowed to go and get dressed. We got out fast, and tried to sooth each others asses, but that another story.