Authors Note: This story continues John David's adventures at University and covers his first year of graduate school. The story can stand alone but references are made to things that are explained in previous stories. The stories in order are: "Pledge Dave", "New Initiate Dave", "Loyal Sons Victorious", "Bottoms Up Boys", "The Birthday Bash", "Wake Up the Echoes", "September Madness", and "Our Loyal Faculty"
This story is dedicated to my little brother Tim Anders.
After taking a year off from University, I decided to go back and get a Masters degree. Todd had the same idea and after looking around for apartments together, we decided that maybe we should live in the frat house.
We talked this over with Clay, Ryan, and Gabe, because as the president, vice-president, and treasurer, we didn't want them to get their noses out of joint. After all they were now 21 year old seniors and we weren't sure how thrilled they would be at having two 23 year old graduate student alums in the way.
"So you guys are sure this is cool?" I said
"Sure!" said Clay "I will probably even need one or both of you to help me with my administrative duties since I have to get through German."
"You should have gotten into the B-school bud." teased Ryan "No horrible language requirement there."
I started to laugh. It was true that I could have majored in either Economics or Finance. It pretty much came down to the fact that Economics was in the College of Arts & Sciences which requires two years of a foreign language. Finance is in the College of Business Administration which has no foreign language requirement. Clay had struggled through first year German as a junior with C grades. Now he was facing second year German needing to maintain a C so he could graduate.
Todd and I were given the "Treasurer's suite" since the house treasurer, Gabe, was rooming with Clay in the presidential suite. Todd and I moved all of our stuff in with the help of several younger brothers. It was really great to be back.
"This is so cool!" I said
"You said it!"
Todd and I sat down with Gabe, Ryan, Michael, and Nick and had a few beers. Gabe had ordered in pizza for dinner and while we were waiting for it to arrive, the six of us decided to trade spankings. Each boy got to give 3 swats to his 5 brothers. After drawing lots I got to paddle first. Todd, Gabe, Ryan, Michael and Nick all bared their bottoms and assumed the position.
I paused to admire my brothers' nice round buns and then I swung the paddle backwards
Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Thank you Sir!" said Todd
Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Thank you Sir!" said Gabe
Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Thank you Sir!" said Ryan
Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Thank you Sir!" said Michael
Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Thank you Sir!" said Nick
Then I took Todd's place and he took the paddle and applied 3 swats to each waiting bottom. After each boy had administered the swats, we had received 15 solid whacks on our bare bottoms. That gave us a nice warm feeling and we had a group hug just as the phone rang to say that the pizza was on its way. The Sigma Pi Kappa rush function was the next day and we were very interested in who Michael and Nick would be inviting to pledge the house.
I was particularly curious on what kind of guy Michael would select as his little brother. Rob, Gabe, and Chris were for the most part very much like me. Catholic, conservative, Business majors. Michael was a non practicing Protestant, a moderate, and an English major. He was also in the Honours college. While Gabe, Rob, and I were all hetero_s_e_x_ual with an M/M spanking fetish, Chris and Michael were bi_s_e_x_ual with that same fetish.
Michael brought his pledge, Tim, to meet me a couple of days later. I was in my room reading, when they showed up at the door with Tim carrying the "family paddle".
"Dave, I'd like you to meet my little brother, Tim."
"Hey Tim." I said holding out my hand.
"Hi Dave."
"Why did you guys bring the paddle?" I asked Michael.
"Show Dave your bottom" Michael said to Tim.
Tim turned around and dropped his jeans and undershorts exposing his bottom. I went to examine it and it showed evidence of a recent paddling.
"So you were initiated into the family."
"Yes Sir."
I picked up the paddle in my hand, found my name and read down
"John David Timlin, Rob Carson, Gabriel Harper, Chris Szaly, Michael Daniels. Hey how come you haven't signed it yet?"
"I thought you should paddle me first."
"Are you sure? You've just received 15 swats, are you sure you want another 5?"
"I'm sure. Michael and I talked about it and we both agreed that you should be a part of the family initiation. Gabe actually brought me to meet you yesterday so you could spank both of us, but you weren't in."
"Well I really missed out didn't I? Not that I won't get plenty of chances to spank your bottom little bro."
All three of us started to feel something stirring below. Michael grabbed a chair and put it the middle of the room. I looked at Tim and said
"Assume the position little bro."
Tim, his jeans and undershorts still pulled down, shuffled over to the chair and bent over it. I went around and had Tim kiss the paddle. I then went back behind him and swung the paddle backwards.
Whack!
"Thank you Sir! May I have another."
Whack!
"Thank you Sir! May I have another."
After five swats I put the paddle on the bed and began to rub Tim's bottom.
"Michael, why don't you see if you can find Gabe and Chris."
"Yes Sir!"
I began to take off my shoes, socks, and jeans. Tim did the same. Eventually Michael returned with Gabe and Chris and all 5 of stripped down to t-shirts and undershorts. Then the undershorts came down. I picked up the paddle and the pen and presented them to Tim. Tim sat on my bed and proudly signed Tim Markham on the paddle. We had a group hug and the I broke out the Bushmills. We had a great time doing shots and slapping each other on the bare ass. Eventually it was time I got back to my studying, if that was possible given the buzz I was feeling.
Tim came to see me the next day and we spent a long time talking. We always had a great time even though we were polar opposites. I was a Mass going Catholic and politically conservative. Tim was an atheist and a real left-winger when it came to politics. We had some great discussions about the State's conservative governor and his plans to privatise various government run businesses. Then there was the fact that I was a straight and Tim was gay. Chris and Michael were bi_s_e_x_ual and they had several flings the year before. Tim had flings with both of them this year. I was beginning to wonder if Tim was developing a crush on me, but I had made it clear that the only "activity" I was interested in was spanking. Of course there were many spankings, always in fun because Michael was handling disciplinary ones. I had such a good time with him, I was almost jealous of Michael. Little did I know my desire to spend even more time with Tim would be realised.
The day after the pledge class had been initiated, Michael came to see me.
"Dave, I need a really big favour."
"Oh yeah, what kind of favour."
"I need you to take on some of my duties as pledge master."
"I see."
"This Honours English program is taking up so much time. I think I want to go on for a Ph. D. Tim is such a great guy with so much potential, I want to make sure he gets the best possible pledge experiences, like I had, but with an Honours thesis to get started on, there's no way I'll have the time to do him justice.
"Michael, your devotion to Tim and the brotherhood is evident, but obviously your academic work has to come first. I don't mind telling you, I've spent a bit of time with Tim, while you were busy, and I've become quite fond of him. He is a great kid. Needs a bit of direction, but I'll soon drum that into him. I think we'll bond really well, in fact I feel we've started already."
"That's what I mean, you're a natural, man. I know what you did for Rob and Gabe, and that's why I think you're the best and want you to look after Tim."
"Thanks for the compliment, buddy, a bit over the top, I'd say, but thanks anyway. As I said, I'll be delighted to take him on."
Michael hugged me and I gave him a playful slap on the butt. We ended up wrestling and after rolling around for a while, I managed to pin Michael. We got up and I sat down on my bed. Since the winner always spanks the loser in these wrestling matches, I motioned for Michael to come over. When he did I started to undo his jeans.
"Hey. Stop that!" he said in mock protest.
I ignored him and pulled his jeans down and put him over my knee. Then I proceeded to spank his bottom with my hand.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Then I pulled his underpants down, baring his bottom.
"Hey" said Michael
"Sorry brother Michael but you know as well as I that when you're giving a spanking, it's best to give it bare bottom".
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
I continued spanking Michael until his bottom had a nice glow to it. I let him up and we hugged for a while. Then Michael had to leave to get started on some English assignment.
Tim came to see me about an hour later. Michael had already discussed the situation with him, and Tim was concerned that I was being imposed upon.
"I think it's so cool that you are going to help Michael, and we'll be even closer, but don't you have lots of work to do."
"Actually Michael probably has more work to do since he has an honours thesis to write. Next year I'm probably going to teach, but this year I have plenty of time. So, you don't feel like you're being shunted around a bit?"
"I don't mind this kind of shunting. I mean, I really like Michael and I would have had a good year with him, I reckon, but he is so busy, and I feel I need more guidance than he can give. Besides, Michael still has time for other activities with me."
"I see. Don't worry, little brother, you'll be getting all the guidance you need from me, and it won't be a burden, I promise."
Tim's face lit up and he hugged me and I hugged him back and patted his bottom. We talked for a good two hours about our families and what we intended to do with our lives. He told me he was majoring in German, Political Science, and English and hoped to be a writer. He was pretty much fluent in German as his mother and paternal grandparents were born in Germany.
The next day Clay came to see me. I was beginning to feel like I was running the guidance counselors office.
"Dave, I flunked my German exam."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes I got a 40%. Even with the curve thats an F. What am I going to do?"
"Why don't you ask Tim to tutor you?"
"Your pledge?"
"Yes my pledge. He is fluent in German, I mean his Mom was born there."
"Do you think he would?"
"If you ask him nicely, and pay him, I'm sure he would."
So the senior president of the house Clay, ended up being tutored by my freshman pledge, Tim. Two weeks later, Todd and I were enjoying our latest home brew, when Tim came to see me. He was not happy.
"Dave, I can't deal with this tutoring business anymore."
"What's wrong little bro? Is it taking too much time?"
"It's a bloody waste of time. Clay isn't taking it seriously."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean when I try to help him with his homework, everything goes in one ear and out the other. I can't believe how irresponsible his is sometimes! Especially at HIS age, I mean if he was a Freshman . . ."
"Maybe you need to change your methods." Todd chimed in.
"Change my methods?"
"I mean you should pound the knowledge into him."
I started laughing and Tim looked puzzled at Todd who grinned ear to ear.
"I think Todd is right little bro. Give Clay quizzes, and if he flunks them, paddle him bare assed!"
"He won't agree to that!" Tim protested.
"Make it a condition of your continuing to tutor him." said Todd.
"If he has any complaints, tell him he can see Todd and I for additional counseling."
Clay was less than pleased with the arrangement. But he realised that his graduation was hanging in the balance and he really didn't have much choice. To put even more pressure on him, it was also decided that while for the most part, Clay's paddlings would be done in private, if Tim really became pissed off, certain guests including Todd and myself would be invited to watch.
The first week was predictable, the threat of the paddling didn't have much effect. Tim finally lost his patience and said
"Thats it! Clay, assume the position!"
Clay hesitated for a moment, but realising from Tim's grim face that he meant it, dropped his jeans and undershorts and bent over a chair. Tim picked up the paddle and gave Clay five hard swats.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Thank you Sir!" said Clay, rubbing his bottom.
"You can stay bare assed till class is over", Tim said, "in case you need a refresher".
"Yes, Sir," said Clay in a surprised voice, as he stepped out of his jeans and briefs.
"Right! Now lets start this all over again."
After this tangible lecture, Tim began to make progress with Clay, needless to say, with the help of several more paddlings. A couple of them were carried out in Todd's and my room with the two of us in attendance.
Clay's grades on homework, quizzes, and class participation improved dramatically. German was certainly not his favourite subject, but at least he was going to pull a C and even had a shot at a B. Clay developed a deep respect for Tim and even called the freshman "Sir" in public. This got tremendous laughter from Ryan and Gabe.
"I don't know what you two think is so funny." I said.
"You guys probably hold the record for disciplinary spankings from younger brothers." said Todd.
"I think they need an attitude adjustment."
"Should we paddle them? or should we tell Tim about all of the spankings these two have received from their younger brothers."
"I think the stories are a good idea. Especially since they had to call their younger brothers "Sir" during and after each spanking."
Gabe and Ryan turned beet red and apologised. Todd and I decided to spare them any further embarrassment, but we did have them report to our room for sound spankings that evening.
In spite of Tim's disciplined approach with Clay, the same thing could not always be said about his own studies, giving me opportunities to paddle his cute bare bottom frequently, a consequence which he always accepted without question. One afternoon he came to see me and confessed that he had forgotten to turn in an English paper. By the time he finished it, he only got half credit.
"I'm really sorry for being so irresponsible Dave. I guess I've earned myself a really hard spanking."
"Yea, I'd have to agree with you there buddy. You've really out done yourself this time, haven't you?"
"Yes Sir. I'm truly sorry. I deserve some of your special guidance, Sir."
"Well, take off your jeans and briefs. We'll start with an over the knee hand spanking and then move on to the paddle."
He took of his shoes and started undoing his jeans
"Sir, if I might make a suggestion."
"What's that little bro?"
"I think I deserve the belt for this Sir." He stepped out of his jeans and briefs, as he said that.
I looked at him standing in his socks and short T-shirt, with that sprouting erection, which didn't embarrass him any more as it used to in the beginning.
"The belt? I've never used a belt before."
"It's worse than the paddle. My Dad used the belt on my bare bottom."
I'll admit freely that I also felt something stirring down below. I swallowed hard. Then:
"Ahem, I think I'll give you a blended sentence. Hand spanking, followed by the paddle, followed by the belt. Assume the position, Tim."
I sat down on my desk chair and Tim lay across my knees. I rubbed his bottom for a minute before I raised my arm and brought my hand down hard on Tim's bare bottom.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
I continued to spank Tim until I'd given him about 30 smacks. I let him up and we hugged. I looked at Tim and said
"Time for phase 2."
With out being told, Tim centered the chair and then bent over it grabbing the legs. I got the paddle off the wall and came up behind my little brother.
"Tim, I am going to give you 10 swats. You may thank me after the last one."
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Thank you Sir!"
"Stand up, Tim, and come over here."
He stood and came to me, rubbing his reddened bottom, trying very hard to be brave, knowing the worst was still to come.
I put the paddle down on my bed and gave him a big hug, gently rubbing his bottom, wishing I didn't have to do what was to come next.
"I'm sorry I have to do this, Tim, you understand that, don't you?"
He nodded. "Yes, Sir, I know I must be punished for my stupidity," and he clung to me, "I'm sorry, Sir, for putting you in this position."
I had a strange lump in my throat. My instinct was to hold him very tight and let him off the rest of the punishment, but I also knew he wouldn't thank me for it. Tim had always been a stickler for fairness and that everyone must take responsibility for their actions. Quite apart from that, I had a reputation to uphold and couldn't just weaken, only because this boy was special, not _c_o_c_k_y like Rob and Gabe could be when a disciplinary spanking was needed. Those two almost seemed to ask for it.
I slightly slapped his bare bottom and cleared my throat. "OK, then, buddy, assume the position for phase 3."
"Yes, Sir!" Tim turned around and took up his old position over the chair again.
I removed the belt I was wearing and, after doubling it over, swung it backwards and gave Tim 15 lashes. After the last one Tim began to sob lightly. I put my belt back on and went over to my pledge. Tim got up and faced me, and there were tears in his eyes. We had a long hug during which I rubbed his spanked bottom.
"I love you Dave."
"I love you too Tim. You're the best little brother, even if you do screw up now and then. Now come and lie down on the bed." I led him over to my bed and had him lie down while I rubbed Lubriderm onto his hot buns.
Tim and I had a lot of good times that year. I started to teach him about investing and he ended up purchasing shares in AT&T. Tim tried to teach me some German, but I was even worse than Clay. While I didn't get spanked for that, I often got into trouble when Tim was editing my papers.
"Dave, I've tried to be patient, in editing your papers, but as you keep doing it, I think I need to draw your attention to the fact that sentance should be sentence, as should correspondance be correspondence."
"Well since you are the spelling and grammar expert in this family, you will have to do something about it. I suppose a bare bottom spanking is in order."
"OK big bro, drop 'em and bend over. I really should give you the belt for this, but since you're my favourite big brother, I'll show mercy and give you 10 swats, well laid on, with your favourite paddle."
"Yes Sir!"
I dropped my jeans and undershorts and bent over a chair. Tim grabbed my paddle off the wall and came back behind me.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Thank you Sir!" I said standing up and rubbing my bottom.
Tim hugged me and rubbed my butt.
"In future use the spell checker before giving the paper to me for editing."
"Yes Sir!"
Thanks to Tim, Clay got a B minus in German. Todd and I had brewed up a batch of German Hefeweizen to celebrate. Tim gave Clay one last bare bottom spanking in fun. Todd, Gabe, Ryan, and I all got in a couple of playful swats. Clay didn't care he was absolutely ecstatic hugging Tim, thanking him for his help. That was how we celebrated the last day of exams. I thought about Tim the whole time I was driving home. We kept in constant e-mail contact during the summer and I was really looking forward to the next fall semester.