Mark and Keefer were roommates who also happened to become best friends. From the first days of their freshman year, their personalities seemed to mesh perfectly. Mark was more of a free spirit, emotional and spirited, where Keefer was more stable, the harder worker, and probably the more intelligent of the two. One thing was sure, most of the time, Keefer was certainly the more mature of the two.
Their room was large and in one of the older dorms in the midwestern campus. while there were certain disadvantages such as older plumbing, the walls were thick and you had alot of privacy, you could never hear what was going on in the next room, no Marker how loud the stereos were playing. They had brought various furniture and stuff from home, made their beds into bunk beds, and everything was set for a good year.
Keefer was on scholarship, so not only did he study more because he was by nature a hard worker and mature, but he had to keep his grades up to keep his scholarship. He was from a small town in Virginia and his parents could not afford to send him to college. On the other hand, while Mark's parents were not loaded with money, they paid his tuition and he didn't have to worry about anything more than barely passing his classes. This difference became apparent early in the semester. Keefer was trying to study and Mark kept bugging him to go out and see if they could get a few beers. Finally, in order to avoid arguing all night, Keefer agreed. They went to a bar, one that didn't check IDs too closely, and had a few. After a bit, Keefer told Mark they had to talk about something. Mark asked what he had in mind.
Keefer told Mark that they had to develop some house rules so that they could survive together. He said that they were a family and like any family, they had to have rules and sanctions for violations of the rules.
Mark was feeling a little drunk and readily agreed, although he wasn't sure of what Keefer was getting at. Keefer then proposed that they enter into a contract. Since they were like a family, if either one of them started acting like a child, the other one had to act like the father and take care of the childish one before anything got out of hand. The childish one had to agreed to whatever punishment the father ordered. Mark thought that sounded like a grand idea, he couldnt imagine how anyone could say he was childish, since he was sitting here having a beer, and he and Keefer shook hands on the deal.
About a week later, Keefer was studying for a chemistry exam and Mark was supposed to be studying for his biology exam. Instead, Mark was trying to convince Keefer to go out and have a few beers. Keefer kept telling Mark that they both had to study but Mark kept pestering him. Finally, Keefer had had enough.
"Look you're starting to act like a child. Now you know you have to study so start studying, I don't want to have to warn you again."
Mark was quiet for maybe ten minutes, then he suggested to Keefer that they put off studying until the morning and go get a beer. Keefer didn't say a word at first, but got up from his desk and came over to where Mark was laying on the lower bunk bed.
"Okay, Mark, get up!"
Mark jumped up, thinking Keefer was willing to go have the beer. Instead, to his great surprise, Keefer grabbed him by his arm and sat on the bed where Mark had been laying.
"Okay, remember or contract. You're acting childish and I'll have to act like the dad
Mark was sort of surprised and vaguely recalled their discussion about the contract the week before. "Okay, Keefer, let's go back and do our studying."
Keefer was not so easily dissuaded. "No, no, Mark. You've acted like a child and you're doing to get punished like a child. Remember, we agreed that I have to act like the dad, isn't that right?" Mark vaguely nodded.
Keefer patted his leg and said, "Okay, son, bend over my knee." Mark was stunned and just stood there for a minute. Keefer patted his left leg, and tried to pull Mark over it. "get over my knee, you agreed to accept whatever punishment I decide to hand out and you've got a good licking coming" rtly through persuasion and partly through force, Keefer got Mark bent over his left knee. Once he had Mark there, Keefer unbuckled his belt and slipped it off of his jeans. He doubled it up and told Mark that he was about to get a whipping of fifteen swats. Mark figured it couldn't hurt too much, it wasn't a really heavy belt, and he had to admit he had been acting childishly. So, Mark laid there while Keefer gave him fifteen hard swats with his belt across Mark's thick cords. The licking didn't hurt too much and didn't take too long.
"Okay, get up and go do your homework!", Keefer said, threading his belt back on his jeans. Mark got up. His butt was a bit sore, although Keefer's belt had not penetrated his thick cords too much. He was a little embarrassed by the whole thing and so he didn't immediately say anything to Keefer, but he went and sat at his desk and opened his biology book. He didn't talk about going out the rest of that night. Later that night, when they went to bed in their bunk beds, neither one talked about the licking Keefer had given Mark.
The licking must not have made too much an impression upon Mark because it was only a week later that the same event was replayed, with Keefer trying to study and Mark trying to get him to go play. AFter a shorter period of time than the week earlier, Keefer got up from his desk and came over to the large easy chair he had brought from home. He pulled it out from the wall and turned it around. Then, without saying a word, he walked over to the closet and pulled out one of his belts, this one a lot heavier and wider than the one he had used the week before. Mark was watching him, thinking this was an act to get him to return to studying. Mark sat at his desk and told Keefer he was going to study now.
"No you're not, you're getting a licking now, so get up and get over here. Remember the contract, son." He gestured at the chair with his doubled up belt. It took some persuasion and threats but Mark finally got up and approached the chair. Keefer told Mark to take his pants down and bend over the back of the chair. At first, Mark buried his nose in his books, thinking Keefer himself would go back to work. After a few minutes, he saw that his roommate/pa was standing by the chair, belt in hand, waiting for him.
"Get over here, Mark! The cost is going up while we wait" Keefer said this without a smile so Mark figured he had to obey. Mark walked over to the chair, and slowly lowered his pants and when he bent over the back of the chair, Keefer pushed him futher over, so he was sort of unbalanced, with his face pushed into the seat cushion and his butt jutting right up into the air, with his white jockey shorts stretched tight across his rear.
"Okay, son" Keefer said, "are you ready to learn a lesson?" Without waiting for any response, Keefer took his heavy strap and began whipping Mark's rear end really hard. Mark was surprised how much harder it hurt when his pants were down! AFter only six or seven licks, it hurt much harder than the whole previous whipping, so he started asking Keefer to stop but it did no good. After a few more whacks, Mark was pleading with Keefer to stop the licking, rolling around on the chair and kicking his legs all over the place. Keefer just kept whippng away, giving Mark at least 25 really hard licks.. Keefer hadn't said anything while he was delivering these strokes, he just stood there swinging intently away so the only sound in the room was the WHACK of Keefer's strap followed by Mark's yelps and pleas. After he had delivered the 25 hard strokes, Keefer stopped and laid his belt over the arm of the chair, where Mark could see it.
"Now look, Mark, I love you and I want you to understand that. But because I love you, I'm not going to let you throw your education away. If you don't grow up real quick and start studying, I am going to wear out my arm and your rump real quick, and I think your rump will go first. Do you understand?
Mark nodded his head and told Keefer that he was sorry and would study real hard from now on. With that, Keefer told Mark he could get up, Mark's butt felt like it was on fire, and he vigorously rubbed it for a few minutes after Keefer let him get up. After he was up, Keefer led him to hs desk, told him to sit down and study, and then laid his belt across the edge of the desk as a reminder of what would happen if he didn't keep studying until he was done.
You would have thought that Mark would have learned his lesson and started to behave pretty well. Well, he didn't. Every few weeks, Keefer found that he had to take Mark to the woodshed, so to speak. Sometimes, it was for playing hooky. The first time, Mark played hooky, he got a series of good swats with Keefer's regular belt over Mark's cords; the second time he played hooky, it was the same belt with the pants down, bent over Keefer's knee. Other times, it was for doing things like setting off the fire alarm in the dorm. That time, while they were walking back to their dorm room, Keefer started unbuckling his belt, the heavy one, pulling it off and doubling it up for use while they wer still in the hall way. Mark was really scared that one of their friends would seem them and was more worried at first about that then the impending whipping. When he got back to the room, he found out he was worried about the wrong thing, because Keefer gave him a really long and hard whipping with the heavy belt on just his jockey shorts for that one; Keefer was sweating and Mark was crying good when it was over. Keefer even took a break and let Mark lay in position on the chair for about ten minutes before Keefer got his wind back and continued with the whipping. (Whatever else he did, Mark never again set off a fire alaim). There were a lot of other lickins, but whatever happened, Keefer always used one of his two belts, usually depending upon availability and seriousness of the offense, and he never just spanked Mark with his hand.
While the contract was supposed to work both ways, through most of the semester, the only one who ever got licked was Mark and the one who always did the licking was Keefer. Then, one night near the end of the semester, just before an important test for Keefer, he went out with one of the other guys from down the hall, and smoked some grass. Everyone in the hall knew what they were doing because everyone could smell it. Now even though he was usually the more immature Mark was really upset that Keefer had done such a stupid thing. When Keefer stumbled into his room and barely got into bed, Mark was trying to decide what to do about it. He decided to wait until the next evening.
The next night, after they had come back from dinner, Mark told Keefer he wanted to talk to him. He told Keefer that while he had usually been the mature one, that last night he had been really stupid and that he could have lost his scholarship if he had been caught. Keefer admitted it was a really stupid thing to have done.
"Would you say it was childish, Keefer?" Mark asked. Keefer knew what Mark was asking but felt he had to be honest. "Yes, it was childish..."
Mark sat on the edge of the lower bunk bed and told Keefer to come over and take his pants down. Keeder slowly walked over by the bed and lowered his cords to about his knees and stood where with his head down, waiting. Once Keefer had taken his pants down, Mark took him by the arm and guided him over Mark's lap, so Keefer was positioned with his butt just over Mark's right leg. Mark reached down and pulled up on Keefer's jockey shorts so that the cloth was tight against his cheeks. Mark thought it would be good at first to make Keefer see how childish he had been so be began spanking Keefer with his open hand. One smack after another, delivered really hard swats. Mark alternated his swats between the left and right cheek, but Keefer didn't utter a sound at first. After delivering about 10 smacks with his hand, Mark asked Keefer if he was going to smoke grass in the dorm again.
"I can't lie to you, I may do it" Keefer said, laying there in his underwear, and looking back up at Mark. This sort of made Mark mad and he really started spanking Keefer's butt really hard. But Keefer didn't say anything else, he just laid there and took the spanking. After having spanked Keefer for about 5 minutes, Mark reached down and started to slip Keefer's belt off of Keefer's cords. This was the heavy same belt that Keefer had used to whip Mark and Mark thought it would only be fair to give him a taste of his own belt. Mark doubled the belt up and snapped it a couple of times.
"Look, Keefer, you have to understand how stupid you were and how you could lose everything you have been working for. Maybe this belt will help you understand it a little better" With that Mark began to whip Keefer's butt really hard. After about a dozen swats, Keefer began bucking and Mark told him to lay still and take his punishment. It didn't do any good, and Keefer was squirming around as the belt laid into his rear end. Mark told Keefer to get up for a minute and then he had Keefer bend over just his left leg. Once Keefer had climbed across his left leg, Mark pinned him down with his own right leg and started whipping him again, delivering a ferocious series of swats with Keefer's own belt, from the bottom of his butt near the thighs to the top of his butt. Mark wanted to make sure that Keefer never smoked grass again in the dorm so he kept whaling away even after Keefer started to cry a little bit and promise that he would never do it again. Finally, after giving Keefer a good forty whacks with his own belt, Mark put the belt on the bed for a minute. Then, to Keefer's great surprise, Mark pulled the back of Keefer's undershorts down below his butt, so his bright red rear was exposed. Keefer was squirming abit to get up at this point,but Mark had him pretty well pinned and he picked Keefer's belt up off of the bed and re-appllied it to Keefer' bare rump, giving Keefer a good dozen on his bare butt. As the belt laid into the bare flesh, it made a really loud smacking sound and Keefer was beginning to really howl a bit, so Mark finally stopped. He put the belt back on the bed for a minute, pulled up Keefers underwear, and told Keefer to get up. Keefer got up, rubbing his butt really hard.
Keefer never smoked grass in the dorm again. Of course, Mark got a lot of additional lickings from Keefer later that year and over the next few years but that was the only time that Keefer got a taste of what he had been giving.