I was debagged at school in my fourth year. There was a craze at the time for playing table tennis at lunch-times in the old gym, and you had to book tables. I turned up with my mate to play and there were four boys from the year above (I still remember their names - Phil Calverley, Richard Young, Bruce Barnfather and Adrian Knight) using the table we had booked. We told them we had booked it and they vacated but not too happily.
After we started to play, the four of them skulked around and were in my way at the back of the table. I thought of myself as the next table tennis champion of the world at that time and rather stupidly told them to "Go away !" (or a less polite term !) This was not very clever, and Richard Young who was a big lad soon came up behind me and got me in a bear hug with my arms pinned to my side saying "Don't you tell us to **** off Dickhead !" He pulled me to the ground without letting me out of his vice like grip and turning to his three mates said the awful words "Let's take his trousers off." Phil Calverley immediately pinned my feet down at the ankle area to prevent me kicking out and tried to pull off my Green Flash "pumps". I was wearing school uniform minus blazer and had changed my shoes to play table tennis in the gym.
Calverley could not yank my "pumps" off so just began to unlace them and then pulled them off easily. There were quite a few other boys in the gym playing table tennis but by now most had noticed a minor fracas and were riveted (as boys are). Knight and Barnfather had knelt either side of me with their knees on my calves so I was totally immobilized, and Young had pulled my school sweater up to give free access to the top of my trousers. Calm as you like they began to unbuckle the belt, undo and unzip the trousers. In my panic I was attempting to apologise and plead, but was answered only by taunts of "It's DEBAG time !!" (said very loudly to attract everybody's attention).
The trousers were opened up and as I was half lifted with my bum off the ground, Knight and Barnfather pulled them down to the calf area then Calverley had an easy job to pull from the ankle area, and there was that awful WHOOSH sound as they came off. Another boy who had been standing by watching immediately said something like "Give them here!" and ran off with them when Calverley threw them to him. Young was by now pulling my sweater and shirt up my tummy and chest saying "Take his pants off", and despite my pleas and attempted wriggling, Knight and Barnfather's fingers went to the waistband of my white Y-fronts with comments like "Time to see if his dick's as big as his mouth !" and "Time to see Smart Arse's arse!" Down and off the pants came and by now I was unable to see, because Young had pulled my jumper and shirt up over my head and tied them so I was more or less trapped in a home made strait jacket. (I think they had done this before !)
I was pulled to my feet and soon felt the SLAPS !! of table tennis bats and hands across my bare bum. It was mortifying and I was close to tears - in tears really. I was pulled about round the gym with Young and Co encouraging all and sundry to teach "Loudmouth" a lesson. It seemed like an eternity, but I think after a quarter of an hour or so interest was lost, the four of them left, and I was rescued by others and my clothes recovered.
LESSON: Never cross older boys !!
There is one other major embarrassment on my part, and a few other incidents I witnessed or helped with. I will post them also at some stage.