Those two days in Assembly ground

It was one of the SUPW period, and annoyance of our SUPW madam was nothing new to us. What was rather new for us was the harsher treatment she had kept reserved for us that day. She escorted us to the assembly ground, and told all the girls to stand in a row, side by side. We did it, but then she told us to raise our hands straight up in the air. We did that too. Then she turned towards boys, and told them to become murgha in front of us. As they were doing so, we girls almost erupted with laughter. They had to become murgha in front of us, with their bums towards us! Imagine, what a scene that would have been. That was really funny! We almost instantly forgot the pain in our hands, and were joyous on seeing their bums. Madam had even authorized us to kick their bums in the event they fall down. We were happier by the order. There was a classmate in front of me as well, and he was struggling really hard to keep his bums up. The highest part of his body was touching the lowermost part of my skirt, and that was making me feel like a zombie. Of course, it could have been the effect of hot afternoon sun as well. A few of the girls went adventurous also by kicking the murghas in front of us, but I did not try it. Very soon, the pain returned to our arms as well, but of course we were better placed than the boys. Towards the end of the period, madam came back with a stick in his hand. She went to every couple of a girl who had her hands up and a murgha. Within a particular couple, she first asked the girl to offer her palm for caning and then told the murgha to stand up and receive caning on his palms. Quantity was uniform two strokes on each palm. Despite the pain and the humiliation and the dehydration, we all returned back to our class smiling, least aware that next day, we were going to receive even worse humiliation. The humiliation next day was handed over by the PTI- a danger man. She made us stand in the identical arrangement at the same site except for a single change that the bums of the murghas were away from us, and their heads instead were approaching our feet. That had given us a false feeling of superiority and dominance. But this too was equally seducing and soothing for girls, despite being in the punishment. Whenever, the boy in front of me took his bums down, his head automatically rose up, and touched my skirt. Everytime such a thing happened, he hurriedly tried to assume a more difficult position for himself, and I felt both humiliation as well as pleasure. Towards the end of that period, we all understood the logic of that arrangement by the PTI. He too went to every couple, spanked the boys hard on their bums, and then asked for the palms of the girls. Bruised, beaten, we were back to our class for attending the next period.