I walked slowly down the corridor of the dormitory, down the stairs, and along to the prefects study. Dominic was already there, his hands on his head, facing the wall. He was 16, with dark floppy hair, and deep brown eyes. He had smooth skin, and a body to die for. Silently, I stood beside him in the same position. After what seemed like hours, Paul came out, and told us to get inside. Paul was tall and blond, and as captain of the swimming team, we knew him to have a strong right arm!
As we stood in front of his desk, he spoke sternly about the dangers of smoking. We tried to look into his eyes, which he liked us to do when we were being told off, but we couldn't help but keep glancing at the desk, on which lay his plimsoll, belt with the buckle specially cut off, and finally...."the cane"!!!!!
Finally, Paul said,
"You've both been in here too many times this term. I'm going to try and make sure you don't come back again. I'm happy to keep the details of this punishment strictly between the three of us, and since I feel that I will have to go a few steps further than the school guidelines, I suggest you do the same. Your records are terrible, whereas mine is impeccable, so don't bother trying to report this. Now both of you, strip down to your underpants."
We hesitated, not sure how to proceed, until without warning, Paul grabbed my belt, pulled me towards him and proceeded to take my clothes off for me. The humiliation!! Dominic got the message, and started to strip himself. Soon, we were both standing in front of the desk again, hands on head, but now almost naked, and beginning to shake slightly. It wasn't cold, but I had never before seen such a steely look in Paul's eyes.
He sat on a high-backed chair, and told Dominic to go and bend over his lap like the naughty boy he was. When he was in position, Paul slowly pulled down his pants, to reveal a smooth muscular bottom, with a faint blush on each cheek. That faint blush was soon an angry red, as Paul spanked Dominic's bottom time and time again. After about 30 whacks, the boy was wriggling. After 100 it stopped and it was my turn. Dominic was sent to stand and watch, while I slowly lowered myself over Paul's knee, trying to disguise the bulge in my briefs. I felt Paul's hand slide beneath the waistband, and soon, I was aware that my own smooth and slender young bum was now exposed to view. The spanking started. It wasn't too bad at first, but pretty soon, the whacks were overlapping old ones, and were landing randomly so I didn't know where they'd come next. After the full 100, I was nearly in tears, but managed to stop myself, as I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of my friend, or a respected prefect.
When I was standing, now completely naked by the desk again, desperate to rub away the pain, but made to keep my hands on my head, Dominic was made to bend over the back of the chair so that he had to rise up on his toes to keep balance. Paul then laid on 20 real stingers with the plimsoll, after which, Dominic was openly shedding tears. My turn again. I bent over, presenting my red backside for a further beating. The pain of the plimsoll over my already sore bum was intense. I tried pleading after only 6 whacks, but it did no good of course. By 12, I was crying, but I still got the full 20. Next was the belt. Trying to stifle his sobs, Dominic bent over the edge of Paul's desk. The leather came flashing down making a huge CRACK as it met Dominic's bare arse. He yelled out with the pain and CRACK, the belt came down again. After 12 strokes, Dominic was yelling, wriggling and sobbing uncontrollably - I was terrified. My turn came all too soon. I lowered myself over the desk, having to make myself bend over and not turn round and beg him not to do this. I waited an age before I heard the belt swishing through the air. The sound came first, and then the unbearable sting. It crescendoed, and as it reached its peak, the second stroke came. I yelled out in agony. Then the third came. The pain was terrible. Then the fourth and I was sobbing louder than Dominic, who was stood with his hands on his head crying. After six strokes, I started begging Paul to stop. Eventually, the twelfth landed, and Paul made me thank him for the beating. He didn't tell me I could get up though! Next thing I knew, Dominic had bent his naked body across the opposite edge of the desk, so our faces were inches apart, our tears mingling on the leather top of the desk. Paul spoke:
"I'm going to finish by caning both of you. You will get 12 strokes each. Now I want you to kiss! Make it genuine, and whoever breaks the kiss, will earn the other 2 extra strokes."
I couldn't believe it. The shame was amazing, the humiliation intense. Dominic and I had always had a certain unspoken chemistry, but nothing had ever happened! Still, our burning buttocks told us to obey, and after a moment's awkward hesitation, we kissed passionately. I saw Paul out of the corner of my eye, walking behind Dominic. He raised the cane high, and brought it swishing down on Dominics bum. I felt the pain flood Dominics naked body, and willed him not to break the kiss. He held on, and now it was my turn. I heard the swish and heard the crack, but felt nothing. Then, slowly, the pain built up and built up to a terrible, stinging, burning hell. I wanted desperately to cry out, but was stifled by Dominics probing tongue. Dominic received his second stroke, and momentarily, I shared in his pain, as he instinctively bit down on my lip! I somehow managed to ride out my second stroke, and we both managed for 8. Then, on Dominics ninth stroke, he yelled out loudly, and almost stood up, but knew better. Paul said nothing, but waited until we were back in position, before completing the 12 strokes each. Then he told Dominic to stand up, which he did, crying loudly and uncontrollably. He walked slowly behind me, and had Dominic hold my shoulders down. The first extra stroke cut across one of the older weals, and the agony was unbearable. I yelled out loudly, again and again. Then, the final shock, as the cane bit across the very top of my thighs. Dominic had to push down hard to stop me from getting up.
After we had stood sobbing in 2 corners of the room for an hour, Paul made us kneel in front of him. He told us to thank him for the punishment, and then to show that we meant it. I worked this out before Dominic did, so I reached up, unzipped his grey flannel trousers, and eased his pants down his muscular smooth thighs, to reveal a massive and beautiful erection. Dominic and I then took turns in sucking his _d_i_c_k_, and licking his balls, stroking his thighs and buttocks as we did. When he came, we both opened our mouths eagerly, and he shot come into both of us.
We didn't give up smoking!!
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