Pinky has no pants on!

"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.