When the time came for Craig and I to go to college, we went to the same small midwestern school, a couple of hours from where we grew up. We got a small apartment together near campus, and shared it for a long time. While I hadn't forgotten the whippings Craig had given me from time to time, I guess I didn't think about it when we actually moved in together.
The first notice I had that the old ways were going to continue was about a week after school started. I was sitting in our living room with a new pal, smoking some cigarettes as the big college men, and generally goofing around, when Craig came home from class. He didn't say anything at first but as soon as the guy left, Craig came out and asked me who gave me permission to smoke in the apartment. I told Craig I didnt' need anyones' permission to smoke in the apartment. That was a bad answer. Just like old times, Craig reached over and grabbed my ear really hard, pulling me up out of the chair. He then spun me around and threw me over the arm of the chair, quickly whipping off the brown belt he was wearing. This was an old belt that Craig wore for camping and it was a pretty heavy one. Before I could even blink, he was whaling the tar out of me, giving me two dozen hard strokes with his belt. Then he let me up and told me not to smoke in or out of the house again, or that was just a taste of what I would get in the future. Then, to my surprise, Craig went and hammered a nail into the wall right by the end of the couch, and hung his belt on it. He said it would be handy there if he needed it again.
So there it hung until it was taken down from time to time by Craig for use on my backside. And Craig wasn't the only one to get it. Sometimes, if we were in the kitchen and I did something that displeased him, I would be sent to "fetch the strap" and bring it back to him for my licking. Depending on the seriousness of the offense, it would be delivered either over my pants, on my underpants, or on the bare butt, which was rare, although sometimes he would give me a spanking with his hand on my bare backside while I was over his knees. Most often though I got the strap with pants down but undershorts up.
The most memorable application was when Craig got me smoking one more time, just a couple of weeks after he had hung the belt on the nail. He had been out jogging and he came back sweaty and was stunned to see me sitting on the couch smoking a cigarette. Without saying a word, he walked over and pulled his strap from its hook by the couch, and gestured to me to come over by him. When I got up and came over, he just pushed me over the arm of the couch and started delivering the swats right over my jeans…Twenty hard swats. He didn't say a word, it was just WHACK WHACK WHACK while I said "ow"
After twenty swats, I got up and he spoke, "Drop your pants." I told him that he had already whipped me. Craig was really angry.
"You know better than to argue. That's an extra twenty for talking back. If you don't have your pants off before I count to five…" Criag stood there holding his belt stretched between his hands and counting to five. I started taking my pants off, but Craig got to five before I could get them off because I had to untie my shoes, and then he started licking my butt and legs with the strap while I was trying to get it off. This made me fall over and Craig gave me a couple of more licks before I got my clothes off. Then Craig told me to get back over the couch. I knew better to argue when he was in this mood so I laid over the edge of the couch in just my jockey shorts and Craig started laying into me with his strap. First he gave me twenty swats. When he was done, he told me I had twenty more coming for talking back. Of course, during this time I was howling away because it hurt like the _d_i_c_k_ens. He told me to take my undershorts off because I was getting the extra twenty bare. I still knew better than to argue so I pulled them off and stood there buck naked.
"Back over the edge of the couch." Craig ordered. I bent back over, leaving my naked and aching butt jutting up into the room and Craig laid into my bare butt with his strap, giving me twenty really hard strokes with it. I can remember the loud CRACk the belt made when it landed on the bare skin. By this time, my butt was on fire, really burning from the worst licking Craig had ever given me. But it wasn't over! He asked me how many cigarettes I had smoked that day. I told him nine. Craig told me to go into his bedroom and get the paddle. I went into his room and got the paddle from where he kept it in the closet. This was a paddle he had made one summer when I was staying at his house. I brought it out and handed it to him. Craig took it and sat on the couch, taking me over his lap, then he started giving me really hard licks with his paddle, a total of nine all together. Finally, he put the paddle down and just started spanking me really hard with his open hand, delivering spanks all over my butt and the tops of my legs, all of which made me kick and writhe around, but it wasn't over until Craig said it was. Finally, he let me up to stand there and doing some serous butt rubbing. Craig won the day, I never smoked cigarettes again.
I didn't say I never smoked again, because about a month later Craig and I went on a ski trip with some pals. In the evening, a bunch of them lit up cigars and even Craig indulged, which surprised me. I figured if he was going to do it, so could I, so I lit up a cigar. Craig didn't say anything in front of our friends but he gave me sort of a dark look that must not have registered. Later, when we went up to our room to go to bed, we took of our jeans and were getting into bed, when Craig asked me if I hadn't learned a lesson about smoking the month before when he had spanked the tar out of me for smoking. I was sort of surprised he was bring it up because he was laying in bed still smoking his cigar from earlier. I had just taken some puffs and left it. I told Craig that I didn't think there was anything wrong and I was just following his example.
"I guess you forget that you don't get to do everything I do. Don't you remember the spanking you got last summer?" I didn't answer and Craig said he was going to give me a spanking. He told me to get his belt from the closet. I went to the closet and pulled his old brown belt that normally hung on the wall off from his jeans and brought it to him. I asked him real politely not to spank me here in the hotel because our friends might be able to hear. Craig thought for a minute and then took me into the bathroom and shut the door.
I was just in my underwear and Craig told me to kneel on the floor and bend over the bath tub. Once I was in position, he started whipping away, delivering his normal series of really hard swats right on my jockey shorts. He gave me about twenty five licks, and I was crying and promising never to smoke anything again. Finally, Craig stopped and then went back into the bedroom, putting his belt back in the closet. He said he was sorry he had not remembered to bring his paddle because he didn't think he had spanked me hard enough to make sure I never smoked without his permission again. He looked in the closet and got out a sturdy wooden clothes hanger and smacked it on his hand. I guess it must have stung because he sat on the edge of the bed and gestured for me to come over and bend over his lap. We were both in our underwear and he positioined me in a pretty classic position so my rear end was just over his right thigh. Then, he started spanking me with this wooden coat hanger. It really stung. Craig gave me a good twenty smacks with that hander and then told me to get into bed. Then, he laid back and finished smoking his cigar while I cried some going to sleep. But that was the last time I ever smoked anything when I was around Craig.