Eric looked around at his new settings. There were 2 double beds, each about five feet apart. The beds were made perectly and the extra blankets were folded at the end. Beside one bed were two pairs of shoes, beside the other only one. There were four sets of drawers, a closet and a cabinet that housed a television and VCR. There were a few chairs, and a couch. On the right side of the room there was a door that led to a bathroom, it contained a large glass shower, big enough for at least 3 people, a nice toilet, two sinks and windows looking out on to the grounds. The whole setup was more like a hotel than a correctional institute for boys. The furniture was all wood, it looked like oak while the washroom was marble, with porcelain sinks and that shower, wow he thought. This was better than he had it at home, and everything was so neat and tidy.
He unpacked his bag, found an empty set of drawers to put his clothes in and hung his shirts in the closet. He went to the washroom to relieve himself and heard a knock at the door. He opened the door to find an older boy, probably 18, in a rather unusual uniform. He was wearing Khaki pants, a tight white t-shirt and a bet that was comparable to batman's utility belt, it had all sorts of pockets and compartments hanging off it, but what eric noticed in particular was the paddle, hangling in a holster off the side of the belt. It was wooden, about 12 inches long, 5 inches wide and ½ an inch thick. The boy was handsome and very muscular; tall, brown hair, blue eyes, some light freckels and a beautiful mouth, He asked -"Are you Eric Rodgers?" - "Yeah." - "Eric, I am Guard Matthews. This room is my assignment. I am in charge of the four boys who live in this room which includes you. Your roomates are with the rest of the institute enjoying their Physical education for the day. You will meet them soon. I see you have unpacked already. I will lay out some of the rules for you Eric. I expect these rules to be followed and followed they will be." - "ok, sure" - "from this moment on, you will address me, and anyone else in this uniform as SIR, do you understand?" - "yes sir." - "good, since you did not know the rule, this time it will go without punishment, but you will only receive one warning...for anything, sometimes none at all."
Guard Matthews brought out a clipboard and began to read, " Rodgers, Eric. Born June 27, 1984, that makes you 14. Hair blonde, eyes, blue, height, 5'4, coccasian. Arrested August thirtieth, 1998, armed robbery. Says here you pulled a knife on two kids for their lunch money, _f_u_c_k_ing brilliant. He put down the clipboard. - "All you rich kids are the same, always wanting _s_h_i_t_ you already got plenty of. You see Eric, The CP correctional institute for boys, is a special facility that was built to help aid young, wealthy individuals correct their miscreant behaviour. It is privately owned and your parents have paid to send you here, as well they have signed many waivers, effectively putting us in charge. The court determined your stay would be 3 months and your parents agreed to pay to have you here instead of going to a state facility. When the courts convict a young offender, they offer the parents the choice to pay our tuition to have the miscreant sent here. The tuition is significant which explains why we have so many spoiled little rich boys like you around. As you can see, this institute was built at great cost to make you feel at home and so it becomes an easier transition when the discipline needed is applied at home. AS for the rules:
1- No boy shall be clothed at any time during his stay at CP, this promotes a feeling of humility and togetherness amongst the prisoners. 2- All boys shall be obedient to their Guard, he is given ultimate authority over his boys and may do as he wishes with them for whatever reason he wishes, if any at all. 3- All boys will share a bed. There should be at least 2 boys in any one bed at any time, or whatever combination the Guard requests. 4- Punishment can take place at any time, in private or public, this is up to the discretion of the Guard. 5- There is no rule regarding _s_e_x_ual activity, this is again at the guard's discretion, boys are encouraged to have relationships, as this promotes friendships and congeniality, although public _s_e_x_ will be punishhed. 6-ANY ATTEMPT TO ESCAPE FROM CP WILL RESULT IN PUBLIC PUNISHMENT
Those are the rules and I expect them obeyed."
Eric couldn't help but wonder what punishemnt could be public (maybe it was like standing in the corner) he was still wowed over rule number 1. Guard Matthews glared at Eric, - "you heard the rules, get those clothers off....all of them, because you did not strip upon hearing rule # 1, you can expect a punishment."
Eric began undressing, pulling off his dress shirt, then his undershirt, revealing his 14-year old hairless toso, developping pectorals, and flat stomach. He undid his belt, untied his shoes, removed his socks, then off came his pants. He blushed slightly, as he pulled down his blue-striped boxer shorts, revealing his erect 5 inch penis, patch of blonde pubic hair, and his hairless, curvacious virgin ass, although not for long. He had blonde hair, nicely combed, bright blue eyes and a niccely developing body, he looked like a surfer boy, right off the beach.
Guard Matthews sized up the bautiful young boy in front of him, then grabbed him by the arm and lead the sheepish lad over to a bed. - "bend over," Matthews said. Eric's protests were met by a sharp smack on his behind. - "I said bend over." Eric bent across the bed. - "Allow me to explain Eric, we deal with naughty boys the way they should be dealt with, with good old fashioned spankings. You may receive a hand-spanking, or a hairbrush, or any combination of a paddle, belt, switch or cane, at any time for any particualr reason me or any of the other guards feel like. You will learn quickly. Before I punish you though, I must first inspect you. Eric had not noticed but Guard Matthews had been greasing up his fingers from a tube hidden in his utility belt. Eric was having a hard time keeping his composure, what did he mean by 'inspect'. He suddenly fely a long finger slide between his cheeks and began to slowly enter his hole. - 'Uhn, Please, sir, oww, owww, that hurts." Eric had never had anything up his ass and it was very uncomfortable for him. Guard Matthews just laughed, wait 'til tonite he thought. He shoved his finger as far as he could, and wiggled it around a bit, not really inspecting anything but causing Eric whole new sensations of pain and discomfort. eric was really squirming now, writhing and lifting his ass in the air. Matthews gave his cheeks a good swat and told him - "You move again and we'lll spend the rest of the day like this." Eric was forced to lie still while the tears poured down his face and he grunted loudly. Finnally, he removed his finger from Eric's ass and told him - "I want your fist punishment to be a memmorable one so i'm goin to warm you up with my hand, then start in with a paddle. I won't tell you how many I'm going to give you because that will be determined as I spank you."
Without another word he grabbed Eric's arm and pulled him over his knees. He was sitting on the bed and positioned Eric so that his legs were pinned (new boys tend to kick) under the Guard's right leg, his but was sticking up over his left while his still-hard _c_o_c_k_ was poking down between the two legs. He began spanking immediately, using his hand, he spanked one cheek at a time, getting plenty of smacks on Eric's crack as well.
Eric had never been spanked in his life. The pain was all new to him. By the time Matthewd had reached 50 handspanks, Eric was screaming bloody murder. He was crying uncomtrolably, yet the blows kept landing, his but was a nice shade of red, but Guard Matthews wanted to be thurough. Eric was pleading between his cries, offering anything his mind could think of, anything to stop the pain this man was causing him. Finally, Guard Matthews stopped spanking him and let him lie there and cry. Guard Matthews laughed at the sorry little brat and said, - "were not half done" Eric began whailing hard again, yet Guard Matthews noticed Eric's _c_o_c_k_ was still stiff as could be. - "Eric, I can't help noticing the fact that throughout the spanking and even now you have kept a hardon. I take it this is your way of telling me that I am not spanking you hard enough." - "No! No! Please sir, NO! It hurst so much, I just can't control it." - "Well Eric I think I might have to redouble my efforts, and I'll do something about that erection too."
Guard Matthews reached into his utility belt and found some 'IcyHiot' a cream that is used on sore muscles to relax them. He took out the tube and reaching between his legs, spread a handful of it on Eric's uncut _c_o_c_k_. He rubbed it in and waited 2 minutes. Eric had stopped crying from the spanking and was whimpering softly, but had shut up entirely when he fealt the older boy rubbing his _c_o_c_k_. After two minutes, he fealt the icy burning on his genitals as it mounted and mounted and he began screaming. The pain hard for him to handle. It was if someone had shoved his _c_o_c_k_ into a bucket of ice water and held it there. Guard Matthews took this opportunity to get back to his spanking, he took the paddle from its holster and pinning Eric's legs again, began to really lay into him. Eric could figure out what was worse, this paddle smacking his bare, already beaten ass, or the icy coolness of his _c_o_c_k_. His but was truly on fire, it was no longer a creamy white, but a fiery crimson. Guard Matthews was just as thurough with the paddle as he had been with his hand, covering every inch of Eric's burning posterior. He alternated from left cheek, to right cheek, then every third swat was aimed right down the middle. Finally, Eric just couldn't cry any more, his voice was hoarse from screaming and he just lay over Guard Matthews' legs, quietly sobbing, accepting his spanking, as the paddle continued to slam into his backside. The Guard noticed Eric's submittance and smiled, he paddle continued to wallop Eric's swollen bottom. After at least 50 or 60 swats, Guard Matthews stopped and threw eric on the bed. He landed on his freshly spanked bottom and yelped, rolling over on to his now very soft _d_i_c_k_ and clutching his bottom, grunting the whole time. - " I didn't say you could touch yourself." said Guard Matthews He reached over and pulled Eric on to his lap again, Eric fighting wildly. Guard Matthews simply pinned him like before, and gave his bottom an extra 20 slow monotonous spanks with his hand. Eric renewed his squirming as the pain became too much but eventually succumbed one more. Guard Matthews again threw him off his knees and this time, as badly as he wanted to, Eric kept his hands where they were. - "I was going to put some 'Icyhot' on that nice red bottom of yours, but because you did not ask permission to touch your butt, you will have to suffer without it. You can touch yourself now and you should actually have a nap, I will come get you in a couple of hours to introduce you to your new roommates, you'll have something in common with them....a red butt. I'll tell you in advance, for the fist week here, I will spank you every night before bed, while your roomates watch of course. After a week, this will continue if need be but if your behaviour improves, then you will only be spanked when necessarry. Also, I should warn you, serious offenders are punished in 'the pit', it's a room located in the basement that is only used for very very naughty boys. I suggest you avoid it and follow the rules. I'll be back in a couple of hours with your new roommates, I'm sure they will be anxious to meet you. I'd get some sleep, the door is locked. Eric's teary-face fell at that last statement, his glimmering hope of escape dashed quickly by the guard.
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Eric awoke, laying down on his stomach with a very uncomfortable feeling in his rear. He opened his eyes to see three very handsome, very naked boys in the room with him, as well as Guard Matthews as he was just leaving. He caught a glimse of Guard Matthews taking out his key as he left and heard the door lock once he was on the other side. The tallest boy approached him, Eric was still lying on his stomach. - "What do we have here?" said the boy, he looked about 15 or 16 Eric felt the boys finger caress his brutalized asscheek. Eric was paralized with fear as this bigger boy was carressing his ass. He did not want to get up for fear of angering him, so he just lay there and let the bigger boy carress his buns. The boy gave him and evil smile and turned to the other two who were sitting down on a couch - "looks like a little virgin," he said "but we'll fix that."
..........TO BE CONTINUED