My job at Oxford Boys Home was a dream come true. For the past twenty years the home had served as place for runaways, juvenile delinquents, orphans, and any other boys who did not have a home. Boys who stayed at Oxford were between the ages of 4 and 16, and each boy was required to do his share of work around the home, as well as obeying the rules at all times. Any boy who misbehaved was severely punished, and it was for this reason that I was hired at Oxford.
Mr. Thomas Cower was the owner of Oxford Boys Home. He was now in his late fifties, and his health had been deteriorating due to two strokes he had. He could no longer do the things he was able to do, and therefore he decided to hire several others to help out. I was hired as the disciplinarian, and it was a dream job for me.
Discipline at Oxford Boys Home was maintained with corporal punishment. The most common for of punishment at the boys home was spanking, which was administered with the open hand on the bare buttocks. I had always enjoyed the thought of spanking someone else, but had never had an opportunity to do so. I now had the bottoms of fifty boys which I would be able to spank at my discretion. The other method of punishment was a caning, also administered on the bare buttocks. Canings were reserved for severe offenses. The canings at Oxford would almost always leave the buttocks bloodied, and it was rarely used. Mr. Cower told me that the hand was usually enough if administered soundly. He had obviously administered many spankings over the years.
Spankings at Oxford were administered in a ritual fashion. When a boy misbehaved he was given a specific time when he was to show up for his punishment. Mr. Cower gave me a detailed list of instructions on how he wished the boys to be spanked. Spankings were to be administered in the basement, which served as my personal quarters. The reason for this was probably because it was very homely, and very private. Boys could either be asked to pull down their pants and underwear or I could complete this task myself, the latter being much more humiliating. And they had to be pulled down at least to the knees. This left everything exposed, and of course meant further embarrassment for the boys.
Mr. Cower personally explained to me how often at times a boy would have an erection while his pants and underwear were taken down. He required all erections to be properly taken care of before the boy was spanked. This way the boy could concentrate solely on the pain from the spanking rather than receiving some perverse pleasure from it. In the case of an erection with boys 12 and over the boy was required to masturbate in my presense before the spanking was administered. I myself was required to masturbate boys under the age of 12 on my own, and in some cases of older boys who were unable to masturbate themselves to orgasm. Mr. Cower told me he didn't care how it was done as long as an orgasm was achieved. If a boy did not have an erection after undressing for the spanking then I was to proceed with the spanking. All spankings were to be given soundly regardless of the boys age. Boys were to be spanked until their entire bottom was red and they were crying uncontrollably. Mr. Cower explained that it usually didn't take much for the boys to start crying during the spankings.
I was very excited my first day of work. I was hoping that at least one of the boys would act up so I could give my first spanking. Mitchell, a very cute, blond haired boy was to be my first victim. The 11-year-old had called another staff member a 'Bitch', and I was right there to witness it. I pretended to look disappointed with the boy, but inside my heart was leaping with joy.
I went down to the basement and waited for Mitchell to arrive. He finally knocked and I showed him in. It was a pretty cold, snowy day outside, and I had just built a fire in my fireplace. It was the perfect atmosphere for a spanking.
"Mitchell, I'm sure you know that using language like you did is against the rules here. Therefore I am going to have to give you a good spanking," I told him.
I sat down and stood Mitchell before me. He had on a pair of tight jeans that his bubble-butt filled well. My heart began to pound as I unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them, and pulled them open, exposing his white briefs. I grabbed the sides and pulled them well down below his knees. I took the waistband of his underwear and slowly pulled them down, exposing everything he had. He looked pretty embarrassed. His one-inch penis was totally smooth and seemed to shrivel from the embarrassment he was feeling.
I took his arm and pulled him across my knees. I put my arm firmly around his waist to hold him in place. His bottom was snow-white and very smooth. It was perfect for spanking. The two white mounds were chubby, and the crevice inbetween them was deep. I rested my hand on his bottom and he clenched his cheeks together.
"Mitchell, relax your bottom or I'm going to give you more than I plan to give you," I told him.
He relaxed his bottom and I began to rub them. His skin was so smooth and soft. I raised my hand and brought it down hard across the center of his buttocks. A dark handprint immediately appeared.
"Ow!" he cried out.
I began to swat him in a rythmic fashion, one swat after another. It wasn't long before he was crying and kicking. I could feel his penis rubbing against my knee as he squirmed. I was enjoying watching his fanny wiggling back and forth and my hand smacked it repeatedly. I made sure not to miss a single area. I even smacked along his deep crack, which really got him howling.
After fifty swats my hand was getting pretty sore. I'm sure it was nothing compared to Mitchell's behind. His bottom was scarlet red all over. I lifted him from my lap, and he stood there sobbing, wiping his nose with his sleeve. I noticed that his penis was sticking out right at me. I'm not sure if he was aware that he was hard because he was only concentrating on his sore fanny at the moment.
I pulled him closer to me. I had never touched another boy's penis before, but I didn't hesitate. I took his hard _c_o_c_k_ inbetween my thumb and finger and began to stroke it hard. While I rubbed his _c_o_c_k_ I reached around with my other hand and began to probe his butt-crack. I found his anus and began to play with the opening with my fingertips while continuing to fondle him in front. He was now only sniffling, and very mortified with what I was doing, but he knew it was best not to resist. After several moments he had a dry orgasm, and I noticed the pleasure in his eyes while his body went through a short spasm. I wished the moment could have last forever, but I knew there would be more boys to spank in the near future. I pulled up Mitchell's pants and allowed him to leave, hoping that it wouldn't be too long before I saw him again.