Pender County Academy 4 Strapped Again!

by Millard <Millard@mail.com>

Please see the previous Pender County Academy stories for specifics.

I rushed to the bus, and quickly got a seat next to Mary. I asked her about the "rules", and did what I had observed yesterday, when boys came in with a note, and were strapped, apply to kids who had already been paddled, (and paddled good!)? She was sniffling, and said, in a quiet voice, that it certainly did. She said that her Counselor seemed to really enjoy strapping her bottom, especially after she had been paddled. I asked her how many times she had been paddled at school, as I was really beginning to be concerne. She said that she had been there 7 months, and had been paddled 6 times. I told her how very sore my butt was, and she said hers was too, but that never stopped them from strapping you!. I felt tears forming in my eyes, as the bus approaced the Academy driveway. All too soon, I was following my roomates into the lounge. Ray asked for any boys who had notes to come forward. I walked forward with my dreaded note, and saw that Eric, and the same 13 year old from yesterday also stepped up. Ray was really angry with the other two. He reminded them to remember what would happen if they would be so stupid as to have three notes in one week. With that, Eric started to cry, and the other boy (who was named Carl) just stared at Ray.

We were told to go into the office, and Ray told Eric that he would be first. Eric dropped his pants just like yesterday, and I could see how really sore his little butt looked. You could see strap marks from yesterday and last night, and you could see that his whole butt was bright red from Mr. Ripley's paddle. I remember thinking that my own butt must look like that. Eric pulled himself up over the desk, and again, his feet did not touch the floor. Ray approaced with the strap, and I got to see how really wicked it looked. It was about 3 feet long, and about 2 inches wide. The last foot or so was slit down the middle, and that made two finger like straps. I could feel the welts from those fingers on my own butt, as I snuck my hand over my behind. Ray wound up, and cracked Eric low on his butt, right over the line that marked the end of his butt and the top of his thighs. (I think this was a favorite aiming spot for Ray, as I had felt it there too.). I was surprised at the reaction!. Eric screamed, and kicked his legs back and forth, and up and down in time with his wailing. Ray lined up the second stroke, and Eric screamed again, and kicked even more. Suddenly, his left shoe flew off, and his trousers, which were bunched up at his shoes, started to move. With the third stroke, Eric's legs pumped even harder, and his trousers slid off of his left leg, and then even off of his right leg. The fourth stroke caused his underpants to fly off of both legs at once. Now, completely bare from the waist down, except for his right shoe, and black socks, Eric's legs took on a life of their own, not only moving up and down, but side to side, and finally stretching wide apart, which totally exposed his little pink hole and bag. Ray took this time to apply a downstroke over his crack, which caused Eric to pump up and down on the desk, like someone who was possesed by the devil. The stroke on his crack caused him to open so much it looked like he was going to split in two. Ray caught him again with an upstroke this time, right along his crack, starting at his perineum, and working up. He rolled, pumped, kicked, and wailed for several minutes until he realized his punishment was over. His little butt bore livid dark red stroke marks. He finally stood up, but almost fell over. He just stood there, holding his butt cheeks in both hands and crying. Snot and tears ran down his shirt, and even dripped onto and off of his little red penis.

I was in shock, as Ray told me to get ready, and get over the desk. I dropped my pants in a hurry, and climbed over the desk, feeling the warmth of Eric's body on the wood. I had to pull myself off of the ground to hold onto the far side of the desk, and it was during this time that the first of my 9 strokes hit. Right along the thigh/butt crease, and then suddenly another at the same spot! I cried out, and could hardly even get my breath, as the strap caught me a third time in the same place! I had to move, and in a sense of self preservation, I proceeded to do the same dance that Eric had just done, swinging my legs like pistons, as the strap fell for a fourth time on the same spot. I felt like I was being cut in half. Fire danced behind my eyes as my butt took on a life of its' own. Slowly I moved back and forth on the desk, a motion which would cause me severe embarassment in front of the other boys when I stood up at the end of my torment with a rock hard erection. To this day, I do not know what caused it, either the movement, the heat in my butt, or the embarassment. I am not sure why. Ray played with my butt now, making number 5 and 6 form an "X" pattern on my already bruised and stinging butt. He then placed the last three strokes on the exact same spot on the middle of my butt. The pain caused me to shove my butt out each time I received a stroke, and it was like my butt had a mind of its' own, and wanted to reach out and grab the strap. Then, it was over, and I climbed off of the desk and made the mistake of turning, toward my roommates. I don't know if it was to shield my burning butt from them, or just a desire to move from the spot of my torment, but, in turning, all could see my little erection. A few snickers started, and then suddenly they were all laughing and pointing. I quickly reached down and pulled my underpants up, but my erection caused them to stretch across my tormented butt. I was in agony, and just sat down right there on he floor.

Ray by now had Carl over the desk, and from my floor view, I could clearly see his big old butt as it waited for the strap. (Big in relation to mine, and Eric's). Carl held his legs together, and his feet were flat on the floor. His first stroke landed right on his "dividing line", and was quickly followed by three more. At first there was no reaction at all from Carl. I could see the strokes leave a white line, which turned to pink, and then to bright red. The fifth stroke was a real masterpiece, as it seemed to be laid on harder than the rest, and also was along the same line. Carl's head raised up with that one, and he cried out a loud "AAAAAAGH!" This seemed to cause Ray to zero in on the spot, as the next two hit at the same place, and caused Carl's butt to sway back and forth. On the eighth stroke, Carl stood up! There was a silence in the room that was so quiet all could hear Carl say to Ray "Stop hitting me there, you asshol-" Before he could finish, two things happened. Ray spun him around, and I was able to see Carl's penis from "eye level" as I was still on the floor, and Ray told him in a voice that would have cut steel. "You know what happens when you interupt a punishment. You will get back over that desk, and I shall give you your last 5 strokes and then start over. Any delay will result in extra strokes." He then said something that caused fear to show in Carl's eyes, and caused my heart to skip. Ray said "I shall show you the meaning of that word you just used as soon as we are done here."

With that, Carl attempted to apologize, but Ray just started counting. Carl slumped back down over the desk, and Ray immediately laid into the very same spot with five more strokes. Carl's butt was puffy and raised at that spot, which was dark red, and obviously would be bruised in a short while. Ray then proceeded to lay 13 additional strokes up and down Ray's butt, causing him to sob and cry after the 2nd stroke. When it was over, Ray told Carl to stand up, and face him. Carl did so, but this time, instead of looking Ray in the eyes, he stared at the floor. Ray told him that he was now going to show him exactly what the word he used meant. He instructed Carl to remove his shoes and pants and underwear. Carl's quivering voice asked why, but he was not given an answer. Quickly doing what he was instructed to do, Carl faced Ray naked from the waist down, except for his socks. Ray then instructed him to sit on the edge of the desk. Carl hoisted himself up, and immediately screamed and jumped down, holding his butt cheeks. Ray told him to do what he said, and to stop fooling around. (Knowing how my butt crease felt, I was sure Carl was not fooling around.) Carl sat on the desk.

Ray turned to the assembled boys, and called four boys over. I could see the fear in their eyes, as they thought they were going to get it too, but theirs as to be a job of holding. Ray made Carl lay down on his back, on the desk. he instruced two of the boys to each grab one of Carl's arms and hold him tight by the shoulders. He then reached down and pulled Carl's left leg up and out, and stretched it way out to the side, handing it to the third boy. He did the same for his right leg, and then had the boys move back toward the rear of the desk. Carl looked like a baby who was going to have his diaper changed. The boys holding his legs were made to pull back, to the rear of the desk. Carl's butt was now split open, with his butt hole wide open, and in plain view, as was every other part of his private anatomy.

Ray instructed the boys to hold tight, under threat of taking Carl's place. He then brought his strap down, straight onto Carl's rectum. Carl screamed as the stroke took effect. His butt cheeks were terribly dark red, but the whole area of his crack was bright white. Now, I could see that the strap fingers had made bright imprints all the way from just below his bag, over his perineum, and right over his hole! Carl tried to move, but the fear of taking his place caused the other boys to hold on for dear life. Twelve more strokes were given in the same way, in the same place. Carl was a blubbering baby as Ray finished, and told him that maybe now he knew what the word that he had called him really meant. Carl was released by the other boys, but could not, or would not move for at least five minutes, as he lay there, legs apart and back, totally exposed, too sore to move.

Ray told us all to go to our beds, and we quickly did so. Not a word was heard the rest of the night, as we all reacted in fear that something else might happen to us. I did not even to to supper, my butt was so sore. I took a cold shower, and rubbed soap gently over my welted bottom. Even though it hurt so much I could not sit down, I was thankful that I was not Carl!


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