I Went to an all boys' catholic school that used corporal punishment. This along with all my other stories are completly true including the names.
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This particular event took place during my freshmen retreat. Unlike the other retreats (Soph, Junior, and Senior) the freshmen retreat was only one day long. From 8 in the morning to 3 p. m. Each group of three freshmen was teamed up with one Junior or Senior "Monarch Brother". The puropes of this school service gruop, started by an old brother in 1950, was to welcome new freshmen to the school. And our Monarch Brothers certinally welcomed us. Each group of three freshmen and one Monarch brother were then teamed up with another group during the retreat.
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"This day sounds like it going to suck!" my friend William exclaimed as we walked to school on the day of our freshmen retreat. See we had been friends since the first day of kindergarten and we're looking foward to high school, except this stupid retreat.
"Just try to keep a positive attitude." I said.
"_f_u_c_k_ that. I just wan't to get this day overwith!"
Once we got to school, we looked at the lists that were posted and attempted to unite ourselves with our respective groups. Once we were in our groups, our "Monarch Brothers" then took our groups and united them with their partners group. Although I was pretty sad that William and me were seperated for the day, I was glad to see that this dude I met the day before at Freshmen orientation was in the other group.
"You guys ready to go?" Asked one of our brothers.
"Yeah, lets get this over with." Some other kid in my group said.
Our Monarch Brothers then led the way to a classroom where we spent the rest of the day. When we got there, we realised that the classroom was at the far end of a seperate building from the main school building. We were the only team on this of campus. One of our brothers, Scott, said that this was the fine arts wing of the school and that the room that we were going to be in was the television studio, which was sound proof. At that point George, our other brother and Scott mumbled something that sounded like "perfect for the ination" and then started laughing. My friend Alex and me overheard them and we were looking at each other with puzzled looks on our faces. What "ination" we wondered.
Our group was composed of George and Scott, our two Monarch Brothers and six freshmen: My friend Alex, Charles, Rudy, Dave, Joe and me. Well the day went by good...........that is untill two o'clock. Scott walked over to the door and locked it. George then took the floor in the center of the room.
"Well gentlemen, you are now on your way to becoming Martin Monarchs, but there is just one more step for you to offically become Monarchs. Your iniation."
"Yup, your iniation." Scott repeated as he pulled a big wodden paddle out of the desk in the front of the room. "This here is the Monarch maker." he said as he pointed to the one foot long and six inch wide solid wood paddle. "All right gentlemen, strip!"
"Man, your _f_u_c_k_ing crazy!!" Dave jumped out of his seat yelling.
"Dave just for that you just earned ten extra swats. Now all of you, _f_u_c_k_ing strip NOW!!" George yelled.
We all looked at each other. "Gentlemen, strip now, or face an extra punishment." Scott added.
Not willing to find out what that extra punishment was, we quickly started to undress. Rudy was the first. He took off his shoes, socks and sweatshirts. He then preceded to remove his polo shirt (Freshmen were allowed to dress in normal school uniform, Monarch Bros. had to wear their dress-up day uniforms. I'll explain in another story) revealing his very muscular chest. He stood there barechested in his kaki's as the rest of us followed suit, while Scott and George sat on the teacher's desk watching us. We all striped down to our pants when George said, "Pants also gentlemen."
Scott chimed in "Ahw, the little freshmen are scared to show us there undies. Well don't worry, we'll be seeing much more than that it a little bit." Both of them started laughing. We stared at each other unbeliving. This was the first time that we chad been togther at all, and apperently the first time we would show each other our underpants. "Well GO ON!" Scott urged. Carefully we all started fumbling with our belt buckles and finally took of our pants revealing our diffrent tastes and preferences in undergarments. Under his pair of black pants, Alex was wearing a pair of really tight blue bikini briefs that realy showed off his fourteen year old package. Joe and me, underneath our kaki's, were wearing regular white briefs. Under his kaki's Rudy along with Dave, under his black pants, were wearing plaid boxers. Charles had a pair of black boxer-briefs underneath his black pants. "All the way gentlemen. Strip to the bare." Geroge said.
Charles had enough. "No way dude, this is enough. _f_u_c_k_ this _s_h_i_t_!"
"Charles ten extra." Scott said "Now STRIP!"
Nervously we all pulled down our underwear, revealing our diffrent stages in development. Rudy and Charles and a whole forest of pubic hair around their dicks. Alex, Joe, and myslef had a fairly moderate amount, but Dave was as hairless as a nine-year old, which sparked about five minutes of laughter from Scott and George. Scott then walked over to us with a ruler in his hand. "Hands on your heads gentlemen. We're going to measure your _c_o_c_k_s." Rudy's was the longest. Almost seven inches long. Next came Charles and me with six inches. Alex's was five and a half. Joe was five inches and poor dave was two inches, which drew more laughter form Scott and George. "Line up facing the board." George ordered. Slowly all six of us walked over to the board. After having Scott touch our dicks we were all sporting huge boners. "Don't worry gentlemen, those will be gone soon. Now bend over with the top of your heads touching the board." George said. So you got six 14 to 15 year old boys with their butts sticking out leaning, against the wall, waiting for something to happen. Scott then walked up and down the line, rubbing his hands over our butts, checking us out. He then stoped right behind me and began to speak.
"Gentlemen, as you may or may not be aware of it is a tridition for the seniors to do something to iniate the freshmen to the school community. Although these activites take place during Freshmen Welcome Week, we felt that it is our duty to welcome you to the community first."
"Yes, my friend here is correct." Said Scott "However, we're going to do things a little diffrent this time. We won't shave off your hair, we'll save that for next time. So let's get down to business and let the iniation begin. Since Dave and Charles felt that they needed to protest, we will now deliver your penelty strokes, twenty in all ten curtcy of each of them. All right let's see Anthony you go first." Proclamed Scott since I was at the end of the line. Scott walked over to me and with in a few seconds I felt that hard wood paddle make conctact with my bare ass. _d_a_m_n_ it hurt. WACK, the second swat landed. Finally the last one hit and Scott gave the paddle to George who then came over and WACK, his first swat landed on my bare ass. _s_h_i_t_, that one swat hurt more than the ten that Scott gave me. By the fith one I was crying like a nine-year old. George the moved on to Alex, who was next to me and preceded to give him his ten swats. I could tell from Alex's facial expression that it hurt like hell. Scott then came over and gave him his ten. And on down the line. After Alex was Dave, Joe, Rudy and Charles at the far end. By the time Scott had finished with Charles we were all crying like little kids. Rudy was about to stand up when George stoped him. "Oh no, gentlemen you're not standing up just yet."
Scott then walked over to the desk and placed the paddle on top. "Let that be a lesson to you who decide to diobey. Anybody screws up and you all will feel it. Now we begin your iniation.
George the explained the procedure. "You will come and bend over the desk and recieve ten swats form Scott on your asses. Then you will come over Scott's lap for ten swats and my lap for ten swats. Finally you will return to bend over the desk and get ten more from me. Anthony since we started with you end first let's start form Charles' end this time. Charles come over and bend over the desk. The rest of you, you may stand up and turn around and watch, but keep your hands on your head." We all stood up and turned around keeping our hands on our heads. Scott and George started laughing, we noticed that we all were sporting raging erections. All except Dave, who's little tool was now only about three inches long.
Charles walked over and bent over the desk. Immeditly Scott had the paddle make contact with Charles' very white butt, which was turning a dark red from the previous twenty swats.
WACK
_d_a_m_n_ that had to hurt.
WACK
Immediatlly as soon as the second swat landed Charles started to cry. After five Charles walked over and bent over Scott's lap. Quickly, Scott aplied ten swats Charles' very red and very sore ass. He was cring just after two.
After all then, Charles stood up and walked over to George who quickly applied ten swats to his very red ass, as Charles was crying and kicking legs wildly. Finally Charles bent over the desk and recived his final five swats from George. He then walked over and took his place in like, his six inch _c_o_c_k_ as standing at full attention. Rudy was next. He walked over and bent over the desk and took all five swats from Scott slient; however, when he lay over Scott's no had Scott applied the first swat than Rudy started crying By the fifth one Rudy was crying pretty hard. When he was done, Rudy's ass had gone from light red to dark red. He then went over to George and bent over his lap for another ten. Again no sooner had George made contact with Rudy's butt than Rudy shouted "_s_h_i_t_! That _f_u_c_k_ing hurts!" and started crying from the pain frantically kicking his legs in the air. Finally it was all over and Rudy, the tough football player had been reduced to a naked crying litle boy with a very red butt. He then walked over to the desk and bent over to recieve the final five swats from George, swearing at every one.
Alex, Dave, and John all underwent the same experience. I went last. As soon as I bent over the desk the hard wood paddle made contact with my butt. _d_a_m_n_ did it hurt. WACK the second swat landed. I felt the pain rush throught my body. WACK the third one landed. It felt like a thousand bees had stung me in five million diffrent places at the same time. By the fifth, I was about ready to cry but didn't. I then walked over to Scott and bent over his lap and recived my ten. _d_a_m_n_ he hit hard. I was crying and kicking my legs to no avail by the fifth swat. I had no idea as to how I'd surive ten more form George. Finally Scott was done and George took over. _s_h_i_t_, the first swat was worse than the ten from Scott. The minute it landed I yelled out "_f_u_c_k_!" as loud as possible. He reduced me into a naked, crying little boy into less then thirty seconds. I took the last nine then joined my fellow freshmen, who also had asses as red as mine and very hard _c_o_c_k_s by the board. We were all crying and the sobs were really loud espically Rudy's. Scott then addressed us. "Alright gentlemen, you can take you hands off our your heads and rub." Immedtly we all stared doing the dance. Hoping around in a circle with our hands on our butts trying to rub off some of the sting. After about five minuts Scott addressed us again. "Now all of you lie on the floor and jack off or else." Not wiling to risk finding out what "or else" was we quickly obyed and with in five minutes we were shooting cum all over each other.
George, who had been sitting on the teacher's desk with Scott laughing and watching us, then spoke. "All right all of you go the bathroom and wash off. Come right back or else."
All six of us, though still naked ran down the hallway to the bathroom, which was only a few meters away. We then returned to the class room. Scott and George greated us with five slaps in the ass with the paddle on our already sore asses when we walked into the room. That set us off Rudy and Dave in a crying frenzy again. (Football guys think their so tough, yet put a paddle on their ass and they cry like girls.) Scott and George huged all of us together in a big group hug and welcomed us to the school, saying "Now you are all offically Monarchs. And if you think that hurt, wait till you meet up with Bro. O'Mally's paddle."
As soon as we left, we went to the the bathroom and droped our pants and underwear to review the damage to our asses. All our butts were red as _f_u_c_k_, and all our dicks were standing at full attention, even Dave's little three inch boner. With in a while all six of us decide to jack-off again.
Over the course of the next four years, all six of us occasionally met up to have a jack-off sesion in the school bathroom. Occasionally we even gave each other spankings with our hands on the bare. In a way I think that we formed a bond on this retreat; especially because we conforted each other, as much as we dared to in an all boys' school, every time we had to sit down in class. Which really hurt for several weeks.