Reform School

by Jason

My first spanking happened when I was 19. I was a sophomore in college in Indiana, majoring in psychology. Since I could easily pass for 16, I was asked to be part of a study of the Indiana Boys School, a reform school for boys. I was disguised as a 16-year-old and sent to the institution on a burglary charge. To be honest, I wasn't prepared for what I was to encounter. Upon arrival, I was taken in tow by a guard who led me to the showers were I was told to strip naked and shower. Upon finishing, I was not allowed to dress, but instead was taken still nude to the infirmary where I was weighed and measured by the attending nurse. She then instructed me to sit down on a treatment table, after which she took my pulse and blood pressure. She then instructed me to lie down on my stomach, after which she spread my cheeks and inserted a rectal thermometer. When I began to protest, the guard ordered me to shut up. Finally, I was examined by the doctor, after which I was issued clothing. On my second day, I found myself being harrassed by a 16-year-old inmate named Willie. When he pushed me, I pushed back, and a fight broke out. When the guards broke it up, we were both taken to the superintendent's office. I soon found that fighting was one of two offenses (running away was the other) that was punished by spanking. We were given two days in solitary and were taken there to await the spankings. In solitary, we were required to remove all our clothing except our underpants and were placed in separate rooms with only a toilet, sink, and cot. I spent the next several hours regretting my cooperation in this project, and wondering when the spanking would be administered and how bad it would be. Finally, the two of us were brought to the rec room where the superintendent and the nurse waited. The superintendent handed to one of the guards a leather strap almost two feet in length, 4 inches wide, and 1/4 inch thick.

"Five for each," directed the superintendent.

Turning to Willlie, he said, "Bend over the table."

Nervously, Williie did as he was told. The other guard then grabbed Willie's underpants and with one swift yank brought them to the boy's ankles, leaving his bottom bare and elevated for the strap. The first guard raised the strap and brought it down across the center of the youngster's naked butt: "CRACK!"

"OW-W-W" the boy instinctually reached for his backside, which now sported a bright red stripe 4 inches wide.

"Put your hands back down, and don't raise them again," barked the superintendent. As Willie, tears forming in hi eyes, looked back the strap was raised a second time and brought down again, this time striking at the top of his buttocks, just below the top of the crack.

"OW-W-W! pLease, sir, don't spank me any more!" wailed the boy, tears streaming down his face. Ignoring his pleas, the guard again raised the strap and brought it down a third time, expertly striking the buttocks just above the thighs. The boy's bottom was now totally red, but two more spanks were administered despite the boy's loud crying an pleas. After the 5th spank, Wilie was told to remain in place until the nurse could examine him. Then, the second guard pulled his underpants back up and he was told to stand and wait for my spanking. I had never been spanked in my life and was scared stiff at what I had just seen. But I determined that if at 19 I had to endure a child's punishment, I would at least take it like a man. Curse the fact I looked only 16!

"It's time for your spanking. Bend over the table." I approached the table and slowly bent over it, leaving my buttocks poised defenselessly on the edge. I felt the guard's fingers enter the waistband of my underpants, followed by the quick jerk as they were pulled to my ankles, leaving me naked and shivering. My first reaction was an overwhelming sense of humiliation. Seconds later, howver, embarrassment was forgotten:

"CRACK!" It felt as though a thousand bees had simultaneously stung me on my bottom. Involuntarily, I arched my back, oblivious that this revealed my privates in full view to the nuse. No sooner had I lowered my chest and belly to the table again then the strap smacked again across my bared bottom, sending a second shock through me. By the time the spanking was finished, evry inch of my fanny was aflame, but I did not shed a tear. After the last whack, I I felt the cold of the nurse's fingers examining my cheeks, followed by the guard raising my underpants. Taken back to solitary, I spent the night lying on my stomach, fitfully trying to sleep, and cursing my decision to be part of the study.


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