I had a part time job at university. It involved the daily cleaning of a changing room and showers associated with a sports training field. I put up the "Closed for cleaning" notice before I started work. However, the designated cleaning time coincided with the end of a Rugby football team's twice weekly training. They just ignored my notice, and me, and traipsed in still wearing their often muddy boots, making my job very difficult. They were a boisterous lot and quite uninhibited. When they did notice me it was in a disparaging way - more than once I was called or referred to as "Squirt" or "Runt", possibly because of my light build. There was no malice intended but it was hurtful nevertheless. Then one day this changed.
I was into running, mainly cross country and road. One day, when out on a training run, I caught up with some of the Rugby boys also out on a training run, them trying to get fit at the beginning of the season. They were making heavy weather of it, struggling up a long hill. I decided to have some fun. I slowed as I came up behind them and passed at a speed I knew would drag them along - macho boys don't like being passed. They matched my speed. I very slowly increased the pace. The conversation ceased and their breathing became laboured. They were hurting. Then they began to drop off. Soon, there was only one who was about to burst his boiler, going by the noise he was making. I quickened my pace to fast training and quickly left him behind. I completed my circuit and was showered and just getting dressed when the first of the Rugby boys returned. They were surprised to see me there - them having taken the short way home. My appellation changed from "Squirt" to "Speedy". Thereafter, they took far more notice of me, and were far more respectful.
One day, after a series of won matches, the team was more boisterous than usual after practice. For some reason there were going be some spankings and not just towel flickings. A leather belt was to be used. There was some dispute as to who would wield it. I was unexpectedly given the task as someone who was neutral (and not too strong and brutal?). I feigned reluctance but accepted the task.
Some steam pipes formed a very convenient support for the spankees to drape themselves over. If I hadn't already resolved to do a "proper job" the sight of tightly-bent beefy butts would certainly have provoked me. Imagine the scene - about 20 naked late-teen - early-20's Rugby players grouped around one of their number who is bent over, his hairy wet butt high in the air - his cheeks and upper thighs very exposed. The guys are all hyped - excited and a bit scared - lots of bravado. A slim lad (me) dressed in shorts and T-shirt holding a thick brown leather belt positioning himself carefully, winding up and letting fly.
It does not take strength to use a leather belt well. Rather, it is a matter of coordination and timing to get the belt to maximum speed, and knowing where the belt should land. I think I did the job well, egged on by those who had already had their dose. Peer pressure is a wonderful thing for holding a boy down when a leather belt is repeatedly landing on his bare cheeks and upper thighs. The white butts, and those slightly pink after a hot shower, took on a more cheerful hue after I had applied a few licks. It was gratifying to see the marks and colour changes again in the showers a few days later. Thereafter, I was only occasionally required to belt butts - I think it hurt them too much for it to be routine. I now wish we had used a somewhat lighter belt but much more often. I wonder if the belt is still in use?
Incidentally, I became "Sir" when I was using the belt, a big advance on "Runt".