Just to Get to One Fatboy's Asshole


by Fatboy

"I'd gladly crawl across fifty good pussies just to get to one fat boy's asshole said Mr. Stagger Lee" is an oh so revealing line in Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds song Stagger Lee on the Murder Ballads cd.

In the novels David Copperfield and Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens there are two virtually identical characters. In David Copperfield it is Mr. Creakle and in Nicholas Nickelby it is Mr. Squeers. Both men are pedagogues with a penchant for flogging and a particular appreciation (bordering on obsession ) for fat boys.

In David Copperfield he writes "I should think there never can have been a man who enjoyed his profession more than Mr. Creakle did. He had a delight in cutting at the boys, which was like the satisfaction of a craving appetite. I am confident that he couldn't resist a chubby boy, especially; that there was a fascination in such a subject, which made him restless in his mind, until he had scored and marked him for the day. I was chubby myself, and ought to know."

It is that same apparent appetite that I too cultivated from an early age. I became quite husky at an early age. Not baby fat mind you, for I was premature, but it was something I became. By the end of the second grade I was simply fat.

It wasn't until the third grade, however that I saw my first paddling in school. My parents occasionally used the belt on me when I was really bad at home and once in a supermarket, but I'd never given it much thought. My third grade teacher, Mr. Williams, warned us the first day of class as he marched up and down the isle with a long wooden paddle with the words "Board of Education" printed on it that he wouldn't hesitate to use it on any of the boys who couldn't conduct themselves as gentlemen and follow the rules of conduct at all times. We of course had all heard that if you were bad you'd get the paddle, but none of us ever had because it was only used in 3rd through 8th grade classes. We were no longer too young and safe.

I quickly saw a pattern emerge, within the first four weeks of class, Mr. Williams found cause to paddle three different boys, Commiskey, Bush, and one boy, LeBreton twice. The one thing all three boys had in common was they were all quite chubby. It was also clear to me that they hadn't done anything no one else had done, they were however, the only ones paddled. It also became quite clear that Mr. Williams was constantly staring at me. Luring at me waiting for the slightest excuse to have me over his desk with my pants pulled down to my ankles. He always let the boy keep his underwear on but made the boys grab it on both sides to pull it as tight as they could during the paddling. He would warn them that if they let go and moved their hands it would be double. And instead of warning us not to cry or call out he would encourage it yelling at the boy while he was stroking "Go on and cry you fat little baby!" "Don't you dare move those hands you fat little baby!"

I tried with all my might to be a perfect student and was in constant fear of him. Still he was always picking on me and goating me until one day, my heart sank into my stomach when he call for us to pass up our homework. I had done it, but I forgot to pack it in my book bag. It must still be on the coffee table cause I was in the living room watching S. W.A. T. and doing my homework during the commercials. How could I have been so stupid? My theory however was proven because Alfred, a thin little blond boy had forgotten his homework the day before and he made him do it afterschool in detention. In my case, the same crime....a much different punishment.

"Where is your homework?" He demanded. I told him I'd done it and forgot it at home. "This is it. I'm sick and tired of you boys thinking you can get away with murder. I've been too lenient for too long. I have no alternative but to consult the "Board of Education" as to what to do with you young man". I was then lead up to the front of the class and told to lower my pants. I bent over and he lifted up my shirt tail to expose my white jockey shorts to the class. I grabbed the sides and pulled them tight without him having to tell me. He then proceeded to paddle me 15 times. I didn't cry out. My eyes watered, but I wouldn't let them fall. My ass was on fire and it hurt more than I could ever imagine, but when I sat back to my seat I found myself getting an incredible boner. Thinking about it alone in my bed once again made me hard. I found myself deep down wanting be paddled again. A few weeks later I didn't do my homework on purpose and was actually becoming erect with just the anticipation of him asking us to turn it forward. I was beginning to think he wouldn't remember and then as he was giving our assignments for tomorrow he said as he was about to dismiss us "Oh by the way, pass up your homework from yesterday". I was so anxious I raised my hand and confessed to not having it out of fear he might not check before dismissing us and I wanted to be spanked now!

He asked "Does anyone else not have there homework?" No one answered. Very well your all dismissed. I stayed behind and he said, "Well I guess it's just you and me and the "Board of education". He never seemed to tire of that lame ass joke. He said that since it was the second time I didn't have my homework and I apparently hadn't learn my lesson that this time it would have to be doubled and I would have to be prepared to stay after school the next day in detention and do it then along with extra punish work." I replied "that's only fair, sir" and began to lower my trousers without being told hoping he would notice the raging hard on and the little round wet spot on my briefs. I pulled my own shirt-tail up and started to bend over. If I only had the nerve I would have pulled my briefs down too and hoped he would molest me, but I was only in the third grade.

He then methodically paddled my fat ass thirty times. I got up with tears in my eyes and a still raging hard on shook his hand saying "Thank you sir". He then asked me if I wanted a tissue. "Thank you sir" Then he brushed his hand across my face gingerly as he straightened my hair "I'll see you tomorrow" as he handed me a detention slip to take home and get signed by my parents.

As I was leaving I turned back towards him and went up and put my arms around his waist and hugged him. He stood there motionless, confused. "I'm sorry sir" "That's O. K." he said as he patted my head. "Your a good kid, and just because I punish you doesn't mean I don't like you". If I knew then what I know now I would have replied "I love you because you punish me."


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