As I walked up to the front of the room, all I knew was that my backside would be sore. I knew the drill. It hadn't been that long ago that I was a fraternity pledge.
When Sean and I got up to the front, Dave looked at both of us. "Men, have you polluted your bodies in the last week?" Now I still didn't know what the hell he was talking about. Did he mean the time I had Doritos and warm beer for breakfast?
"Sir, no sir!" Sean, the linebacker spit out his words. He was obviously getting off on this. I was mostly confused.
"Brother Mike?" I didn't know what to say. But somehow I just got the feeling that Dave wanted me to say yes.
"Sir, yes sir." I kind of mumbled and tried to look real sorry and thoughful like.
"Well, sir, I cannot say that in this day and age that I am surprised. But you have the virtue of being honest and I respect that in a man."
Sean was eyeing the paddle Dave had in his hand and I could see he was itchy to apply it to my ass. I could also see a pretty big bulge in his gym shorts.
"Brother Sean, are you going to stand by your word that you have not polluted yourself in the past week?"
The expression on his face changed. I realized he was in trouble. If he changed his word, that would by lying. And if he didn't, Dave seemed to have some problems.
"Sir, yes sir." His voice was a lot quiteter this time.
"Well, sir, let me say this. I am having trouble believing you. I am a flesh and blood man and I know the temptations you have, especially at your age. When I was your age, I could not go more that a few days without a major act of self-pollution. Are you saying you have more will power that I do, son?"
"Sir, no sir." You could barely hear him speak.
"I think Mike here can help us out. Mike, tell me something. Have you ever disciplined a man?"
I couldn't believe what he was saying.
"No sir."
"Well, perhaps this would be the time for a lesson. You may need to know the proper techinique this summer. Brother Sean, you know what to do."
Sean started to complain and thought better of it. He went up to the brick brick fireplace, put his hands on it and leaned forward, sticking his ass up in the air. You could see the outlines of his strap under his thin shorts.
"Now Mike, the most important thing about giving the paddle is to remember to land it on the fleshy part of the rumpus. Anywhere else and you could damage a man. Do you understand?"
"Sir, yes sir." I could feel my own jock bulging out.
"Now Brother Sean, why don't you just drop those shorts."
Again the husky linebacker started to protest but stopped short. "The _d_a_m_n_ things don't do much anyway," he mumbled as he yanked the shorts to his knees. I noticed his butt was hairless but covered with pimples.
"Now, Brother Sean, that's unfortunate. You are due licks for self-pollution and licks for lying. Now it seems you need some for blasphemy as well."
"Notice, Brother Mike, that the jockstrap, besides protecting Brother Sean's most valuable possessions, outlines the target area perfectly. Now step up to the plate and deliver five fast licks with Mortimer J. Snerd." He handed me the paddle.
I'd been paddled myself twice by my mom and got plenty of licks as a pledge, but I never had spanked anyone else. I didn't know how hard to hit. Dave must have read my mind.
"Make 'em count now, Mike. Hard enough to teach a lesson."
I pulled back and let go. Sean's torso bucked and he made a sound like quickly inhaling air. I felt a strange rush to my head and could feel the blood gorging in my pole as it pushed up over the top of my own jock.
"That's it. You've got it."
I wanted to say that it wasn't exactly rocket science, but I thought better of it. Before Dave could speak again, I pulled back the paddle and laid on the other four licks as fast as I could. With each slap Sean's gyrating was more forceful and his groans louder. His butt when I had finished was a bright crimson.
"Now that was for lying, Brother Sean. Mike, please teach Sean the penalty for self-pollution. Apply five more licks."
Sean yelled out some weird sound but all I could think of was giving the swats. I did them as fast as I could. Now I could see why they drilled holes in the paddles. It made delivery quicker and I suspected more painful.
When I finished, Sean was sobbing quietly. His ass was now a candy-apple red. I figured what was coming next.
"Now, Brother Sean, there is the matter of your blasphemy. In light of your condition, you will take three. Brother Mike, proceed."
I didn't have to be told twice. I laid into him with three quick spanks, though I did hold back a bit out of pity.
I didn't hear much of what Dave was saying as by that time I was feeling that stranged clogged, underwater feeling you get just before you cum. I could feel the head of my _d_i_c_k_ pushing at the elastic of my shorts.
Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sean yanking up his shorts and wincing as they came into contact with his sore butt. And I heard Dave talking to me. All I could make out were his last words, "the matter of your own self pollution." At that moment, the weird thing was my big worry was not that I was going to get my ass paddled but that they would all see that as soon as the first lick landed I would explode all over myself and the fireplace. Hell, I felt as though I would sandblast the thing with my spoo.