High School Reunion, Part 1 In high school, I used to like to embarrass the women in my classes by pulling practical jokes on them. In was all in fun of course, but the other guys thought it was funny too. Even back then, I was known as Naughty Clyde for all of the practical jokes I played and also because I paid for it by being in detention. But I thought it was worth it by the reactions of the women in my classes. I was even bold enough to pull practical jokes on my teachers. I was really good in chemistry and one thing I discovered was if I used a little drop of this chemical on a chair and the person was not aware of it when they sat down, when they stood up there would be a brown spot on their clothes. Back when I was in high school, the dress code for females was dresses only, and when the brown spot appeared on the back of their dress, it really embarrassed them and usually the whole class laughed. The chemical did not harm the clothes and it faded as time went by, but I enjoyed embarrassing women like that. In chemistry class, I would also make some beakers of liquid so that it would only take a small vibration to tip them over. We were assigned specific workstations and I made it so the beakers would tip over and spill on the women's dresses. I pulled some other stunts like this in high school, and they would embarrass the women and I and the whole class would get a laugh from it. This joker side of me even followed me in college, and that's another story. But in college, since I was also good in writing, I majored in English with a degree in also in art. So when I graduated from college, I found a job in an advertising company. It was a perfect fit for me because I could write commercials and had good ideas for new products and how to advertise them. Now I was making good money, had nice clothes and nice cars, and I was now a lot more mature. Since I had my advertising job that was fun but serious, I quit pulling my practical jokes all of the time. I also gained some weight and went from a high school thin nerd to a well-respected businessman. So when I received notice about our tenth high school reunion, I was eager to attend. This way I would be able to show off my new look and brag about my job. In high school I didn't go on very many dates and now I thought maybe I could hook-up with some of my women classmates. I was still single and now because of my job and my money, women were more attracted to me. At the high school reunion, we all wore large nametags that had our names on them and the picture of how we looked in the yearbook. It was so nice to see my old friends again and I bragged to everyone about all the money I was making and my great job. After the presentations by a few of my classmates, like the prom king and queen and other popular students, there was music and an open bar. Sally, one of my classmates who I pulled a few of my practical jokes on, started talking to me. I thought she wanted to find out more about me because of my great job and the money I was making. The music was somewhat loud so she invited me to the far back corner of the room where we could talk. To my surprise, once we were talking, many of my women classmates gathered very close to where we were. I thought they wanted to find out more about me and possibly I could have some future dates with them. This made me excited in many ways, including sexually, and I think it showed. Anyways, the women got closer and closer to me and a drink accidently spilled on the front of my pants. Now I was the one being embarrassed about this. "How does this make you feel, now that you are the one being embarrassed?" Sally asked. But before I could answer another woman said, "Lets embarrass Clyde even more. Sally, hold on to his arms and I will pull down his pants." I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I felt my arms being pulled and held behind my back while a woman was kneeling down, unbuckling my belt and unzipping me. Soon my pants were down at my ankles. Next I heard someone say, "Lets take down his underwear too!" I tried to break loose from them holding my arms, but there were just too many women around me and holding me. Now I felt really embarrassed as my white briefs were now at my ankles. "Look, he as an erection! Maybe Clyde is enjoying this. Since he was so naughty to us in high school, lets punish him in a way the school was unable to do. Lets spank him", another woman said. "Spank Clyde. Spank Clyde", the women were saying together. Someone gave Sally a chair to sit on and soon I was being pushed over her lap. Now there was a woman holding each of my arms, another woman pressing down on my back, and most embarrassing, there were women holding each of my legs apart. I was completely exposed and being spanked by the very women that I had embarrassed when I was in high school. To make matters even worse, I heard a woman say, "Here is a hairbrush, spank Clyde using this." I know my face was red from the embarrassment, and I could feel my poor bare bottom heating up. "Look, both his face and bottom are turning red," someone said. "I want to spank him too," another woman said. "Sure, go ahead," Sally said. Then the other women still held me tight and Sally stood up and Mary, who I remember pulling a lot of practical jokes on sat down. "We should have spanked you like this when we were in high school. Then you probably had quit pulling your naughty stunts on us. I am going to enjoy spanking you." I was shoved over her lap by the women and my spanking started again. Eventually I was spanked by many of the women and soon a crowd of both men and women gathered around to watch me being spanked. I felt even more embarrassed when I saw flashes of light and became aware that they were taking pictures of me. People were mentioning how bright red my bare bottom was and it was really hurting. Then to my surprise I started to cry out and ask them to please stop. Sally told the group, "I think we have embarrassed him enough and really hurt his pride. I think you should stop." The crowd dispersed and Sally helped me pull up my pants and underwear and put myself back together again. "If you want, I live close by and I can drive you to may house and I can sooth your poor bottom with some cream so it won't hurt so bad," Sally said. Since my pride was so hurt and my poor bottom was hurting so much, I said, "Yes, please help me." I was just so grateful that Sally was willing to help me out like this. As Sally drove me to her house, she still scolded me like a naughty little boy by telling me that I finally got what I deserved and now I was feeling some of the embarrassment that I had put some of the women through in high school.